— get a job(e) !
warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, choking, sexual photography, praise
pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!reader
summary: y/n gets a job as the photographer for dortmund, and attracts the eyes of a certain midfielder.
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five months had passed since y/n had first turned up at the stadium, portfolio in one hand, and camera in the other.
she’d been at every match since, capturing the players post-match celebrations, their victory poses, candid shots mid-game.
her ‘office’ was a small room tucked in the corner of the building, a desk with a computer, and a chair.
her eyes scanned across the screen, moving the mouse to click across various snaps she’d taken of jobe in the match earlier.
it wasn’t the first time y/n had caught herself staring, her cursor hovering over the picture for a second longer than the others.
he was mid-run, weaving the ball past the opposing players in a way that made her heart speed up watching it live.
being the team photographer, she’d developed a close bond with all the players but there was something…different about jobe.
y/n could’ve sworn she’d felt him staring a few too many times when she was photographing matches.
and she was almost a hundred percent sure he’d make sure to run past her whenever he scored, so she could capture his wide grin.
“y/n?”
the sound of her name made her gaze dart up, quickly closing off of the picture, almost suspiciously fast.
luckily for her, the staff member standing by the door to her office didn’t think anything of it, a coffee in one hand, leaning against the oak.
“yeah?” y/n swallowed, clearing her throat, looming over the top of her computer.
“we’ve finished up in the media room,” he said, “you all good to lock up?”
y/n nodded, her gaze darting down to the time in the bottom right of her screen. 23:16. it was later than she thought.
“cheers,” he nodded, turning to leave as y/n looked at the rest of the photos she still had to process - forty eight.
the number was almost annoyingly high as she sighed. she couldn’t stay too late at the office either, she’d have to finish the rest back at the hotel.
with a sigh, she pulled her usb from the side of the computer, gently placing her camera into its case. she pocketed the little stick, collecting the polaroids she’d taken into her hand.
the hotel was a short walk - five minutes - from the place as y/n twisted her key into the lock of the front door.
the crisp, cool air blew gently on her face as she buried her hands into her pockets, the yellow light of the hotel lobby shining through the glass doors.
the warmth greeted her as she stepped inside, smiling to the receptionist, holding up her key to show she already had a room.
the woman nodded, returning her smile.
the elevator hummed as it carried her three flights up, a little ‘ding’ signalling she was on her floor as the doors opened.
she hummed lightly under her breath as she sorter through the polaroids, pausing at one of them.
jobe, in his practise bib, dribbling past one of the defenders, a look of concentration on his face.
and, well, he looked good.
y/n hadn’t even realised she’d stopped walking, her finger hovering over the little photo.
“Is that me?”
she gasped, the pictures almost tumbling out of her hands at the voice as her head shot up.
of all the people she wanted to see in that moment, jobe was the last one.
well, he did look kinda good.
he had a plain black t-shirt on, and grey joggers that hung low on his hips, face shining from his shower. he smelt good too, the same cologne he always wore.
“uh…” y/n looked down to the polaroid in her hand, “yeah,”
“good shot,” he took it gently from her hand, examining it closely. it was hard to ignore how close he was to her.
“you’re good at scoring,” y/n said, adjusting the strap of her camera on one shoulder as jobe looked down, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
“thanks,” he buried his hands into his pockets, “but i meant your camera work,”
ah. shit.
“oh right,” she said, shaking her head, “thanks,”
“y’came back late,” jobe commented, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, “they keep you in that office all night?”
“no,” y/n laughed, “had a few more photos to process. gonna finish the rest in my room,”
his face lit up.
“yeah? you could finish it in my room,” he shrugged, “i have a laptop. and besides, wanna see how that works,” he nodded to the camera.
y/n opened her mouth, any excuse she had dying on her tongue as he flashed her his typical, bright smile,
“alright,”
she followed him quietly to his room, a few away from hers, as he pressed his keycard to the handle.
why had he even been walking down the corridors?
y/n pushed the question to the back of her mind as he pushed the door open, holding it out for her.
it looked pretty much the same as hers, the tv playing on low volume, his bed a little crumpled from being laid on, and his phone plugged in on his bedside table.
“make yourself at home,” he pulled his laptop from his bag, placing it on the edge of his bed for her as she nodded.
“cheers,” jobe smiled, accepting the camera case gently, laying it out on the duvet as y/n opened the laptop screen.
“just be careful with the lens,” she said as he unzipped the case, flipping the lid.
he hummed, lifting it gently.
“yes ma’am,” he muttered, half serious, half joking, “like a girl who knows what she’s on about,”
y/n swallowed, thankful for once in her life that she had her back to him, so he couldn’t see the way her face burned at the compliment.
“pinch and twist,” she made a motion in the air, looking over her shoulder, directing him how to take the cap off the lens.
jobe did what she said as y/n pushed the usb into the port on the side of the laptop.
“y/n,” he held the camera up to his eye, “smile,”
she turned, the flash exploding from the lens before she even had a second to register what he was doing.
“jobe, no- delete that!” she groaned as he pulled the camera down, a wide grin on his face.
it was a half-candid shot, her lips parted slightly, eyes wide, mid gasp.
“y’look pretty,” he held the camera up again as y/n shrieked, holding a hand to cover her face.
“stop being a dick!” y/n whined as he pulled her hand down, snapping another picture, and grinning down at it like he’d taken the photo of the century.
“let me work or i’m going back to my room,” she huffed, opening the file of her usb.
“sorry,” jobe said, camera still in his hands as he moved down the bed, watching over her shoulder.
y/n swallowed as he rested his chin on her, watching her scroll through the photos.
they’d never been this close before.
“which ones your favourite?”
“of you?” y/n asked, her mouse hovering over each photo as she scrolled through the hundreds she’d taken that day.
“any,” he hummed, voice softer in her ear as she moved down through the pictures, her heart thumping faster in her chest.
“this one,” y/n said, stopping on one of jobe, the ball against his right foot, about to be kicked into the goal.
“you’ve got a lot of me,” he commented, a smile filling his face as she looked down to the keyboard, and then back to the screen.
“you’re around the camera the most,”
“yeah, maybe i am,” he moved back, so his lips brushing against her neck for a split second.
y/n shivered, her breath catching in her throat at the contact.
“show me how to take good photos,” jobe picked up the camera again, “i wanna learn,”
all hesitation melted from her mind as he leaned forwards again, lips dragging down the side of her neck, “got a real pretty muse too,”
“jobe, this isn’t a good idea-,”
“shhh. who’s gonna know?” he hummed against her neck, sucking gently against her pulse point as she gasped, unconsciously tilting her head to the side to give him better access.
the nod of her head was all jobe needed, placing the camera down on the side and pushing himself off the bed.
y/n watched with baited breath as he took the laptop from her lap, placing it on the side.
his breath was hot as he leaned down, lips pressing to hers, pulling her into his arms, her legs wrapped round his waist.
it felt like fire, where his fingertips brushed the skin of her thighs, his tongue pushing between her lips.
y/n moaned into his mouth as he pulled her down, jumping her against his growing bulge, becoming more and more obvious in the material of his thin joggers.
“jobe,” she whined into his mouth, the cool metal of his chain under her hand as she dragged her fingers down his chest.
he kept one hand on her thigh, the other coming to her face to pull her closer, fingers grazing her jaw.
jobe only pulled away when y/n needed air, his lips working overtime along her neck.
“so pretty,” he mumbled into her, voice almost raspy.
he lowered her down onto the mattress, making quick work of pulling her sweater off over her head.
y/n could feel her face heat up as he moved back, groaning at the sight beneath him.
before she could say anything, he leaned over her, grabbing the camera from the side.
“jobe,” y/n’s arms instinctively came over her chest, not because she didn’t want him to take the photo, because god, she did.
it was more that she’d never really been in a situation like that. she felt vulnerable.
“its just for my eyes, okay?” jobe leaned down as y/n thought over his words. then, she nodded.
“okay,”
jobe was gentle with her, pulling her arms softly from her chest, the black lace of her bra cupping her breasts perfectly.
he moved back, holding the camera to his eye as he’d seen y/n do countless times, a flash blooming from the lens as he snapped the photo.
“fuckin’ hell,” he groaned, staring down at the little screen on the camera, a mini version of the sight before him, as he leaned down, pressing a hot kiss to the top of her breast.
“need you s’bad,” y/n whined, a sudden boost of confidence surging into her as she pushed herself to sit up, her hands coming to the waistband of his joggers.
jobe’s hand came to her cheek immediately, cupping her face.
god she looked so pretty, eyes blown wide with need, lips swollen from his own.
“do it,” he nodded, camera still in his shaking hand as she pulled the material down past his thighs, letting it pool round his ankles.
jobe was already semi-hard, a low groan escaping his lips as she wrapped her hands round his base, leaning forwards to press a kiss to his tip.
his dick twitched in her hand at that as y/n looked up at him through her lashes.
jobe raised the camera to his eye again, snapping the hottest picture he’d ever seen, as y/n wrapped her lips round his tip.
“that’s it, pretty,” he cupped her cheek again, feeling where his dick bulged against her, “nice an’ slow,”
y/n did what he said, swirling her tongue round his throbbing tip before pushing more of him into her mouth, bobbing her head slow, up and down.
“so big…” she whispered, tongue gliding from his shaft, right to his tip, tracing the vein on the underside of his dick, looking up at him through her lashes.
his hand reached down her back, unclipping the little hooks of her bra as he groaned, letting it fall away from her body.
“so fuckin’ beautiful,” one of his hand’s came to the back of her head, fingers splayed across her hair, the other cupping one of her breasts, “need t’fuck you,”
y/n nodded, pulling him out of her mouth with a wet pop as jobe lifted his arms, tearing his shirt off with surprising ease.
“hands and knees,” jobe said, voice low as y/n did what he said.
“jobe, mm, fuck,” she moaned as he stood behind her, leading forwards to press hot kisses down her back.
his hands came to her waist, undoing the zipper on her skirt and letting it fall, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties.
“let me take care of you, beautiful,” jobe moved his hands between her thighs, her core burning with need.
“fuck,” y/n moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as his fingers spread her lips apart.
“so wet, this all f’me?” he hummed, voice low as he collected her arousal on the tip of his finger, “or you this wet from lookin’ at the other guys?”
y/n shook her head, a shiver going through her as his finger ghosted over her clit.
“you,” she whined, “j-just you,”
“yeah?” jobe pressed down on her clit, “me? all this is just f’me?”
y/n nodded again, desperate. “all f’you,”
“good,” he hummed, standing behind her as he took himself in his hand.
jobe pumped himself slowly, spreading her salvia from his tip down to his shaft, running his tip between her pussy lips.
“jobe, please, put it in,”
he did exactly that, pushing his tip against her hole as she moaned.
he was thick and long, stretching her pussy out round him.
“shit,” y/n gasped, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes at the stretch, it felt like he was splitting her in half.
“you can take it, baby,” he leaned down, arm wrapping round her neck so her chin rested in the crook of his elbow, “just relax, alright?”
jobe’s other hand reached forwards, rubbing sloppy circles into her clit as she moaned again, her pussy loosening round him.
he kept going til he bottomed out inside of her, his dick twitching inside of her.
“jobe,” y/n whined, pushing her hips back against him as he fumbled for the camera beside her, moving back.
“just one more picture, alright?”
the sound of the flash going off echoed in the room again, before he dropped the camera beside her, wrapping his arm round her neck again.
her back arched into him, lips parted.
jobe’s chest was hot against her back as he leaned forwards, his breath quick.
y/n felt the air from her throat pause as he squeezed, pulling almost all the way out, before burying back inside of her.
“ah- fuck,” jobe groaned, sinking back into her warmth as she moaned, the sound tight from him choking her.
he repeated it again, sinking back into her before he started a steady rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth.
“fuck, jobe, feels s’full,” she gasped, eyes fluttering closed.
“i know baby, you can take it,”
y/n pushed herself back into him, his hips snapping into her ass with every harsh thrust as she whined, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
“that’s it, pretty, just like that,” jobe swallowed, his other hand on her waist, squeezing at the soft flesh.
he slammed into her, his thrusts deep and long, letting her gasp for air as he let go of her neck.
jobe’s rhythm never faltered, his tip slamming against her cervix, filling her up again and again.
“fuck- yes, yes, yes-,” y/n gasped, his hips snapping against her ass.
“‘s alright,” he said immediately as y/n gasped, eyes wide when he pulled out.
jobe’s hand came to her waist, guiding her to lay on her back before he pushed back in, filling her up once more.
y/n moaned, head pushed back into the duvet as he did, eyes closed.
“y’feel so good, pretty,” he moved back, angling his hips so he could push deeper into her, “so fuckin’ good,”
“‘m so close,” y/n gasped, his fingers tight on her waist, almost bruising.
at her words, he let go immediately, keeping his rhythm snappy as he fumbled for the camera.
“i know, pretty,” jobe groaned, voice low, “come apart f’me,” he held the camera to his eye again, shaky as he plunged in and out of her.
“jobe, ah- fuck!”
one more thrust and a loud moan from y/n, and she finished, her toes curled, back arched into him as she moaned his name like a prayer.
flash.
the camera snapped the sight before him, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure, his dick buried to the hilt inside of her, her lips parted and glossy.
“gorgeous girl,” he dropped it back down, pushing harder against her.
jobe wasn’t far behind, his hips snapping into her, more sloppy as he kept going.
he fucked her through her orgasm, fingers back on her waist as he got closer.
“gonna cum, pretty girl, ‘m so close,” he moaned, words slurred and choppy as his hips stuttered against her, thick, hot cum filling her sweet pussy as she moaned, eyes closed.
he stayed inside of her for a split second, his dick twitching in her warmth before he moved back, gently inching out of her.
y/n whimpered, her body sore from the ordeal, eyes fluttering open.
“y’okay?” jobe stepped back, giving her space as she nodded, shaky.
“water,” he poured her a glass, letting her sit up as he held it to her lips, “just a small sip, that’s it,” he watched her take a few drops into her mouth.
“‘m okay, jobe,” y/n swallowed, nodding.
god, that was insane.
“you sure?”
“positive,”
he nodded, once he was satisfied with her answer, moving the camera onto the side, not before catching a glimpse of the last photo.
what a sight.
y/n stayed laid on the bed as he returned with a towel, having cleaned himself up, and then her, wiping the remnants of their activities from her sensitive pussy.
“thanks,” she mumbled, heartbeat returning to a normal pace.
“‘course. got a few t-shirts if you want any,” he nodded to his cupboard.
y/n nodded, moving to stand up as he returned to the bathroom with his own clothes.
she stayed sat on the edge of the bed when he returned, a small smile on her face.
“you gonna stay the night?”
“if you want,” she chewed on her lip, unsure if she was overstepping. but jobe, he just smiled.
“i’d like that,”
that was how the two of them ended up asleep, tangled in each other’s arms, the tv still on in the background.
jobe had a leg between hers, one arm thrown over her waist. y/n had nothing beneath her shirt, which ended mid thigh, her ass peaking over whenever she wriggled.
their chests rose and fell in harmony, her cheek pressed against him.
it wasn’t until 10am that y/n awoke, realising firstly, that she was late to work, and secondly?
all the photos on her camera uploaded straight to the dortmund photo folder.
“jobe, wake up! give me your laptop!!”
“wha- huh?!”
“give it!”
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