Teenage Fever // Jude Bellingham

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I saw my phone screen light up in the corner of my eye, making me switch from looking at myself in the mirror to apply Vaseline to my lips to slightly bending my head to read the message I had received.

Jude
i miss u
come over?

I shook my head with a stupid smile, quickly washing off the remains of my fingers before picking up my phone to type back a text.

me
you're so clingy 🙄

Jude
you have to
i paid your room
you owe me 😕

me
guilt trapping me now?
is this who we are 🤨
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me
i was only joking 😔
gimme a sec

I shoved my phone in the pocket of my pajama pants and quickly threw on a random zip up jacket. I pulled up the hood before leaving my room with just slippers on. I kept my head down the whole way to his room, since i would very much like to avoid potential weird encounters with one of his teammates.

Praying that I had knocked on the right door, I waited for a few seconds before the door opened - revealing a shirtless and wet haired Jude.

"Were you thinking about me in the shower?" I smirked, pushing past him so that I wouldn't just stand in the hallway staring at his abs anymore. Because it would be embarrassing if someone saw that.

Considering that he looked freshly showered when he had just texted me two minutes ago, it looked pretty bad for him. The little smile that his lips held when he faced me again was enough to tell me that I had guessed right.

I sat down at the foot of his bed, watching as he rummaged through his suitcase before pulling out a shirt.

"No need for that." I commented, leaning back onto my elbows as i watched him halt in his movements.

I heard him chuckle, but he dropped the shirt back into the suitcase nonetheless. I knew that I had him wrapped around my finger by now.

I sat up again, leaning forward to grab his hand to tug him towards me.

"You did great today by the way, I'm proud of you." I said, loosely holding onto his hand as i looked up at him towering over me.

His eyes switched from intently watching me to glancing somewhere else in the room as he seemed slightly upset at my words.

"We lost." He muttered, now staring at my thumb gently sliding across the back of his hand.

"By one goal. One penalty goal, mind you." I replied in hopes of comforting him. I knew I wasn't good at it, but I hoped that I could maybe help calm him down a bit.

"Doesn't matter, they still won." He sighed, finally looking at me again which made me frown. I hated that I couldn't do anything to help him.

"Jude." I spoke up, "I'm not just saying that because you're my boyfriend. Everyone who watched the game would agree that you literally gave everything. I think your knee is enough proof."

I pointed at his taped knee; during the game, he had taken a nasty tackle from a Bayern player. They even had the physios come examine him on the field, but he had managed to keep playing anyways.

He didn't say anything else, instead grabbed my face before leaning down but I held a finger up between us to stop him before he could kiss me.

"I've just put on Vaseline." I smiled, watching him roll his eyes frustratedly.

"Fuck the Vaseline." He didn't leave me time to object, because he then crashed his lips to mine which left me the only option of smiling into the kiss as response.

He gently pushed me back, making me break the kiss to take the hint and scoot further back onto the bed. He followed suit, a lopsided smirk on his lips when I got rid of the zip up hoodie.

I pulled him down to kiss me again, him deepening the kiss as I felt one of his hands slide along the curve of my waist before stilling at the waistband of my pants.

I had to stop myself from shivering when he let his pointer finger curve underneath the fabric, running it along the inner side of the waistband once and minimally lowering my pants on my hips before retreating it again. Simply to tease me.

I decided to return the same energy, my fingers running over the outlines of his abs before hooking into the pockets of his sweats to tug his lower half onto me.

He let out a frustrated 'fuck' before situating me onto his lap in a swift motion, he himself leaning back onto his calves so I could straddle him, making me gasp surprisedly. My hands instinctively went around his neck to hold myself upright pressed against his chest.

Now that I was slightly elevated, his lips immediately went to their favorite spot between my ear and the curve of my jaw again.

I breathed out, my fingers tugging at the short hair at the nape of his neck while he was practically glued to mine - that was until he suddenly laid me back down again, my shoulders meeting the pillow as I watched him get situated between my legs.

His hands held me in place by my hips, thumbs drawing circles on my hipbones as he took in my appearance.

"You're so beautiful, Tia." He mumbled, almost absentmindedly but sounding as truthful as ever when his eyes met mine again. I sent him a warm smile, watching as he lowered himself while keeping eye contact.

My breathing quickened when he started kissing down my body, from my décolleté across my stomach before halting above the hem of my pants; his fingers hooking into their waistband again as he sent me a questioning look to which I silently replied with a nod.

I guess I won't be back in my room anytime soon.

I physically cannot write any more than that bc I keep cringing at myself 💀 if you're lucky I continue this in the next chapter idk