Teenage Fever // Jude Bellingham

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"Jude... anyone could walk in." I whispered, distracted by his hands on my ass pushing me against him. His lips were littering soft kisses on my neck, his head and body urging me backwards so that I was pressed into the wall of the elevator.

We originally just wanted to go to his room, but I guess we lost track of our plans.

It seemed that because of having been separated for so long, we couldn't keep our hands of each other.

He didn't answer; either because of being to busy leaving hickeys on my collarbones, or because he didn't care about my statement.

I didn't really know what led to his boldness today, but I couldn't say that I wasn't enjoying it.

He was usually never this unprofessional in a workspace, but I had the impression that he had once and for all given up his morals the second we stepped into this elevator.

The ride wasn't even long, only three floors up, but it seemed like he didn't want to waste any time.

His hands slid underneath my shirt, the cold metal of the ring he wore on his pointer finger making me shiver slightly; while caressing the curve of my waist for a moment before stilling at my hips to hold me in place.

I leant my head back against the wall, relishing in the feeling I hadn't felt in a while but soon being brought back into reality with the ding of the elevator, indicating that we've reached our floor.

At least that's what we thought.

Jude pulled back from me, adjusting my shirt while I combed my fingers through my hair and swiped around my lips to gather any smeared lipgloss.

Jude watched me with one of his stupid smiles, making me grin as well because he was oblivious of the fact that he had my lipgloss all over his own lips.

It was colorless, but it did give him a glossy finish.

"What's up, Jude and...?" A female voice coming from somewhere behind Jude startled me, my eyes widening in shock as realization settled in; how much did she see?

His head whipped around, making it impossible for me to read his expression; something I was reliant on since I couldn't really assess how bad it was due to not knowing the person. I couldn't even see her, she was still blocked by my boyfriend's body.

"Oh." His voice wasn't quiet, he didn't sound embarrassed at all. If anything, he sounded annoyed. "Hey, Bree."

He finally stepped away from me, taking my side against the wall as I took in the girl leaning against the wall across from us.

She had to be about Jude's age, with dyed blonde hair, green eyes and tan skin. She was a little smaller than me I'd say, but not by much. She wore some jeans shorts and a England jersey. I immidiately noticed the staff id dangling on a rope around her neck.

When I looked back at her face, she was already staring at me. And I really mean a full on stare.
For some reason, she caused me to feel a strange feeling in my stomach. Which is why I decided to not give her the satisfaction of introducing myself.

The elevator dinging again interrupted our stare down, as we had now actually arrived at the fourth floor; where Jude's room was.

I didn't say anything when we walked out, but I saw Jude giving her a wave in the corner of my eye.

"Who is she?" I asked the second the elevator doors closed shut, as I followed Jude down the hallway.

"One of our physiotherapists." He shrugged, not giving the interaction a second thought. Didn't he feel the weird tension?

"She's weird." I mumbled, possibly sounding a little too bitter because he halted in his steps to tilt his head at me with a smirk.

"Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? Of what?" I replied with a scoff, slightly nudging his back to make him continue leading the way.

"That she gets to touch m—" he tried to tease me cockily, amusement audible in his voice.

"Ew, don't finish that sentence." I scrunched my face in disgust, glancing at him next to me as we came to halt in front of the last room in this hallway.

"Relax, I was joking." He let out a small chuckle, but I didn't find it too funny. "She only gets my feet."

Unfortunately for me, my mask fell then, because I had to let out a snort at the last comment. He said it so serious too.

"Besides, no one touches me like you do." He said, his demeanour changing with a blink of an eye.

"Hm, is that so?" I hummed, walking into the room behind him but not sparing the interior or his belongings a second glance.

The events from two minutes ago faded from my mind; him taking up that space again.

I reached out for him, my arms going around his waist while I rested my chin against his back. He was still turned to me; his breaths steady as he ingulved my hands in his to guide them away from his waist so that he could turn around.

He stared down at me, and from the look in his eyes I could tell what he had in mind. I smirked knowingly, before slinging my arms around his neck to make the first move.

From there, everything happened as easily and natural as always. There were no hesitations, just us.

It was when he pulled my shirt over my head that we fell out of that routine.

His eyes were glued to my stomach, his hands reaching out to let his fingertips trail across it.
He didn't say anything, as if he was still trying to figure out how to react.

"You don't like it?" I questioned teasingly, my chest still heaving from making out for too long.

"I love it." His fingers now toyed with my belly button piercing. Something I had spontaneously gotten a few weeks ago. He hadn't seen until now, which is why this was so entertaining to watch. I knew he'd like it.

"I just didn't think you could get any hotter." He admitted, looking up at me grinning cockily.

My ego loved these moments where he showed how much he adored me.

that one paragraph sounded like shes pregnant or something help😭