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first thing i’ve done about jobe bellingham!! except a fluff story soon! :) please like, reblog, & comment if you’d like to be added to the jo. bellingham taglist!

ph. Danko Maksimovic - Dortmund, Germany (2025)

jobe bellingham x f! reader

:: Being mad at Jobe would've been a lot easier if he didn't have the most unfair smile you'd ever seen.

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The argument had been over for at least five minutes but neither of you had admitted it.

You were standing in the kitchen, pretending to be incredibly interested in pouring yourself a glass of water while Jobe lingered somewhere behind you.

The apartment had gone quiet again, except for the sound of the tap running and the occasional shuffle of his feet across the floor.

You took a slow sip of your water, refusing to turn around.

"If you're waiting for me to apologize first," you said, still facing the sink, "you're gonna be waiting a while."

"I wasn't." His voice was quieter now, less defensive than it had been ten minutes ago. "I just didn't want you walking away while you were still upset."

You set your glass down with a soft clink. "I'm not walking away."

"It looked like you were."

"I just came to get water."

He sighed still standing behind you. "Right."

You could almost feel him looking at you. "You can stop staring."

"I'm not staring, I'm just looking in your direction."

You let out a small breath that was very close to a laugh. "That's still staring."

"It isn't."

"It is when there's nothing else over here to look at."

Then you heard it, a quiet little huff of laughter.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second. "Dont laugh."

You finally turned around but the second you did, you regretted it.

Jobe was leaning against the kitchen island, one ankle crossed over the other, trying so hard to look innocent that it was almost funny. His lips were pressed together, but the corners kept twitching upwards.

His eyes already had that tiny squint to them, like he was seconds away from properly smiling.

You pointed a finger at him. "No."

He blinked "No?"

"I know what you're doing, dont act clueless."

A grin slipped onto his face. "What am I doing?"

You groaned, immediately looking away again. "There it is."

"What?"

"That smile."

"What about it?" He scratched the back of his neck, trying and failing to hide how amused he was.

"I think you're making things up."

You looked back at him annoyed. "You've figured it out."

"Figured what out?"

You looked back at him for half a second before shaking your head. "You know I can't stay mad when you smile."

The grin spread a little wider. "Do I?"

He let out a laugh he was trying to bite back. "I didn't realize it had that much power."

You sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately."

He pushed himself off the island and wandered over, stopping beside you instead of directly in front of you.

He reached for your glass, took a sip of your water without asking, then put it back exactly where it had been.

"Did you just drink my water?"

He looked down into the glass. "I think I did."

You shook your head, trying so hard not to smile. "You're actually unbelievable."

He laughed. "There it is."

"I'm really sorry," he stated. This time there wasn't a smile.

You searched his face for a second before letting out a quiet sigh. "It's okay, as long we don't fight over stupid things again"

"I promise."

You studied him for another second before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his waist.

He hugged you back almost immediately.

"You still stole my water," you mumbled against his shoulder.

rainy night ;;

fem!reader x jobe bellingham (borussia dortmund)

where instead of going out, you stay home and enjoy the rain from indoors.

a/n: thank you for the request & the message 🤍 a little short but i hope you don’t mind too much

cw smut mdni

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the two of you were supposed to go on a date. you were both prepared to leave the house, but then it started raining. and raining like crazy. you wanted to wait it out a bit, maybe it’d clear up a little, you thought. clear up it did not. even after 45 minutes of waiting around, it was still pouring.

so, you made a mutual decision: spend the night at home. there was no point going for dinner when it was so miserable out.

you’d just been watching a movie, cuddled up together under a fluffy blanket. it was peaceful for a while, the sound of the rain hitting the ground and the windows, the buzz of the tv, the darkly lit room contributing to the overall atmosphere.

but he started becoming more touchy. jobe’s hands were wrapped around you, and initially they just stayed there. then they moved towards your hips, tracing circles on them mindlessly.

you thought nothing of it at first as you leaned your head back onto his shoulder. until one of his hands slowly crept towards your thigh, his large hand managing to cup the inner side as well.

now you couldn’t focus on the movie anymore. you turned to face jobe, placing your hand on his chest.

“what are you being so touchy for?” you asked, tracing small hearts over his heart.

“no reason.”

*

eventually that “no reason” became him fucking you slow into the couch. the movie had been paused and now the room was purely the sounds of your passion and the rain.

“fuck, jobe,” you moaned as he leaned down, leaving love bites on the junction between your neck and shoulder, his hair lightly brushing your cheek. one of your hands went up to support the back of his neck as he continued sucking.

he was really good at multitasking apparently, because he was still able to thrust at the same speed.

the two of you were a tangled mess under the blanket and at some point jobe just shrugged it off so you two were fully exposed. it was a little cold because of the rain, but since he was on top of you, all that coldness melted away. you were basically enveloped by his warmth.

“shit, i’m gonna cum, babe,” he groaned, nipping that sensitive spot on your neck.

before you realised, he came into you with one last powerful thrust and moan of your name.

when you felt him inside you, you came as well, arms wrapped around him to pull him closer while you shuddered.

he pulled out, panting and all, resting his softened and cum-coated dick on your stomach.

“i’m glad we decided to stay home,” jobe muttered while collapsing beside you.

“we would’ve done this anyway.”