FOOTBALL IMAGINES

clingy | jude bellingham

✦ before training

"i don't want to go," jude groaned into the crook of your neck, where his head had been resting for the past ten minutes.

"you have to, baby. you get a fine if you're late, god knows what will happen if you don't show up at all," you run your nails lightly over the back of his neck, until he looks up at you.

"but i want to stay here with you forever, you're so warm," he moves down lower on your body, resting his head on your left boob, placing his hand over your right. "and your boobs are very comfy, i don't think i can go a whole day without them."

"you've gone plenty of days without them before, come on now, you really have got to get up," you sit up, prompting jude to roll over onto his side, and continue rolling until he is sitting on the edge of your bed, rubbing his eyes.

you walk over, and stand between his legs. your hands come up to cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing against his skin gently. leaning down to press a light kiss to his lips, you whisper, "go get dressed, i'll make your breakfast for you, mhm?"

jude looks up at you with sleepy eyes, nodding his head, before he watches you walk out of your room.

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you're placing your breakfast on the table about fifteen minutes later, when you feel two strong arms wrap around you from behind, and pull you flush against their chest.

jude rests his head against your shoulder, inhaling your scent, humming, "i'm going to miss you today."

"i know, darling," you turn around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. "but you'll be back before you know it, and then you'll be able to have me for the rest of the day then, okay. we can lay in bed and watch as many films as we want, yeah?"

"yeah, okay. breakfast smells great," he takes a seat at the table, moving your plate from where it was sat across from him, to beside him. he ends up eating his breakfast with one hand as his other hand is either wrapped around your shoulders, resting on your thigh, or holding his hand tightly in his.

✦ family gathering

jude was back in england for the first time in a while, so you thought it would be a good idea to invite both of your families around for dinner, as it had seemed like forever since you all got to spend some time together.

you and jude were going to be the ones cooking the meal, and even though he wasn't the best cook in the world, you loved it when he kept you company, and he would try his best to help you.

the two of you were currently in the kitchen, while your parents and your siblings were in the living room. the living room and kitchen were open plan, so you kept joining in on the conversations they were having, and they could still talk to you.

"could you just pass me that knife, please," you point to the small knife, which you had left at the other side of the worktop.

"yeah, of course," when he brushed past you to grab the knife, his hand grabbed your butt, giving it a squeeze before he handed you the knife.

"jude!" you whisper-yelled at him. "our family's are right there, if you do that again, i won't kiss you for the rest of the day."

his bottom lip stuck out in a pout, "sorry, baby," he whispered.

"it's okay," you smiled at him, leaving a small peck on his lips. "could you grab the meat from the fridge, please?"

once he placed the meat on the worktop beside you, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his head in the crook of your neck, placing multiple kisses against the skin just beneath your ear.