Jude Bellingham imagines (mostly smut)

My Boss (•)

(In this imagine, Jude is your boss at work, not a famous footballer)

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Y/N was running late for work, her heart racing as she rushed through the city streets. She quickly sent a text to her boss, explaining the situation and apologizing for her lateness. To her surprise, she received a reply almost instantly,

"Come to my office when you arrive. We need to talk."

Her stomach dropped as she read the message. What could he possibly want to discuss? As she approached the office building, a sense of dread began to settle in Y/N's stomach. She knew that something wasn't right; Mr. Bellingham never called her into his office unless it was for serious discussion.

As she made her way to his office, her mind raced with potential scenarios. When she finally arrived, she took a deep breath and knocked on his door. "Come in," he replied.

Y/N opened the door and stepped inside, her eyes darting around the room as she tried to prepare herself for whatever was coming next. Mr. Bellingham sat behind his desk, looking more serious than she had ever seen him before.

"Close the door," he instructed, his gaze never leaving hers. Y/N complied, the sound of the closing door sending a shiver down her spine. "I've been watching you, Y/N," he said softly, leaning back in his chair. "And I have to say, I'm impressed."

Her heart skipped a beat at his admission. "I-impressed?" she stammered, unsure of how to respond. He nodded slowly, a predatory grin spreading across his lips. "Yes," he purred. "Impressed."

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing with the implications of his words. "Um... t-thank you," she managed to squeak out. She wasn't sure why he was telling her this or what he expected from her next.

"You know," he continued, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward over his desk. "I haven't seen anyone work as hard or as efficiently as you do. It's... inspiring."

As he spoke, Y/N found herself inching closer to him, her pulse quickening with each word that passed his lips. "And I think I have the perfect project for you," he told her, his eyes locked onto hers. "A special assignment that requires someone with your skills and dedication."

She swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. "What kind of assignment?" she asked softly, unable to tear her gaze away from his.

"Well," he began, his voice lowering to a whisper. "It involves a bit of risk-taking, some... dare I say, 'forbidden' behavior." He paused for dramatic effect, letting the words sink in. "Are you up for it?"

Y/N bit her lip, hesitating before answering. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her heart pounding in her chest. "What is it exactly?"

He smiled, a devious sparkle in his eyes. "I can't tell you that yet," he said, standing up from his desk and walking around to stand in front of her. "But I can promise you one thing."

He leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear. "I promise you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "You won't regret this."

She felt her stomach flip-flop, her heart racing as she tried to make up her mind. "I... I don't know," she said again, feeling like a child on the brink of doing something naughty.