#jobe

headcannons & habits of awkward bf!jobe !

content warnings: none. gn!reader.

── ( j.b. ) jobe is still figuring out how to be someone's boyfriend.

he overthinks almost everything at first. after every date, he'll replay the entire day in his head wondering if he talked too much, if he should've held your hand sooner, or if that joke actually landed. meanwhile, you're already planning the next time you'll see him, completely unaware that he's been analyzing every interaction for the last three hours.

── ( j.b. ) compliments genuinely catch him off guard.

he can take praise on the pitch just fine, but the second you tell him he's handsome or that you missed him, it's like his brain short-circuits. he'll duck his head with a quiet laugh, rub the back of his neck, and mumble something like, "you're just saying that."

he never quite knows what to do with the butterflies you give him.

── ( j.b. ) he always ducks down without realizing it.

whether he's hugging you, listening to you talk in a crowded room, or posing for a picture together, he'll instinctively lower himself so you don't have to strain to reach him. it's become such an unconscious habit that he doesn't even notice anymore until you laugh and tell him he looks like he's folding himself in half just to hear what you're saying.

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summary: when meeting your boyfriend’s family goes wrong.

warnings: angst, jealousy, obsessed jobe, kissing.

a/n: the banner is lowkey corny.. got a req to do jobe bellingham angst but couldnt find it!! send reqs!

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The comparisons started long before the cameras, the headlines, and the fame. Their parents constantly reminded both boys that they loved them the same, that neither of them mattered more than the other.

Jobe wanted to believe them.

He really did.

But some part of him never could.

By now, he’d made peace with the fact that Jude seemed to excel at everything. Football came naturally to him. People gravitated toward him without effort. Even when they looked almost identical, strangers somehow found Jude to be the more handsome one.

Jobe was used to being “Jude Bellingham’s little brother.” That label followed him everywhere, and as much as he hated it, he’d learned to live with it.

What he couldn’t live with was how it felt like Jude occupied every corner of their family’s world.

Sometimes it seemed as though their mum still saw Jude as someone who needed looking after. At twenty-one, he still relied on everyone around him for the smallest things—or at least, that’s how Jobe saw it. Maybe it wasn’t fair. Maybe jealousy was twisting his perspective.

Either way, the feeling refused to leave.

Then you entered the picture.

And suddenly, it wasn’t just his family anymore.

You had become the one place where Jobe didn’t feel compared to anyone. Around you, he wasn’t living in someone else’s shadow. He wasn’t expected to match Jude’s achievements or personality.

He was simply Jobe.

You loved him for who he was, and that meant more than you could ever understand.

So when gossip started linking your name with Jude’s, something inside him snapped.

Every article, every comment, every post pairing the two of you together made his stomach turn. It felt cruel, like the universe was deliberately testing him.

He could handle people comparing the brothers.

He could handle being overlooked.

But he couldn’t handle the possibility of losing you.

Because if you ever chose Jude over him… wouldn’t that prove exactly what everyone had always believed?

That Jude would always come first.

That Jude would always be better.

Trying to hide the tension in his voice, Jobe glanced over at you.

“Do you really want to go?” he asked, forcing his tone to stay casual.

He hoped you wouldn’t notice how uneasy he was.

“I mean… we don’t have to. We could just stay here tonight.” He offered a small shrug, pretending it wasn’t important. “Honestly, I’d rather do that.”

The truth was simple.

He wasn’t worried about dinner.

He was worried about the headlines that would follow.

About seeing your name beside Jude’s again.

And even if you insisted on going, it wouldn’t stop him from trying one last time to change your mind.

you sighed, not annoyed. worried. you looked at him. "I love you jobe. more than anything. more than anyone." you kissed his lips, softly. "we’re serious together, meeting your family, meeting your parents.. the people that made you into the man that I love so dearly make me happy." you caressed his cheek gently.

"right.. I love you too Y/N" he sighed and kissed you back, briefly.

you knew it was about his brother, it was obvious that he hated being compared to his brother. You didnt thought much of it. You stood up and grabbed his hand. "cmon now! I dont want to be late." You took your purse and the bag with gifts for everyone. You didnt told jobe you bought gift.

"whats that?" he said, chin poiting toward the bag while opening the passenger door.

"oh.. nothing! dont worry about it."

he shrugged and closed your door, walking to the driver’s seat.

Jobe knocked on the door and jude opened it, he smiled warmly at him, you were behind jobe so jude didnt noticed you.

"missed you." jude said, hugging his brother quickly.

jobe entered wich revealed you, you smiled nervously. "heyy!" you said nervously, jude smiled and pulled you to kiss your cheek, without thinking.

Jobe’s jaw tightened, his hand forming a fist in his pocket. It was normal, he welcomed you. but seeing his girlfriend so close to his brother made him mad.

"Y/N! finally we meet you!" His mom warmly said, pulling you into a hug and kissed your cheeks. his dad offered you a hand. you shook it.

"nice to meet you!" you said nervously, your hand fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve, jobe noticed it and he took your hand.

"well then. lets eat! I prepared a whole lunch!" his mom said, giggling to herself walking to the kitchen, his dad followed and jobe aswell.

"let me help you." jude said with a warm smile, taking your bags. his fingers made contact with yours.

You nodded and let him take your bags, smiling. "oh thanks!"

Jobe catched the scene, his eyes squinted. he cleared his throat and turned his attention back to his mom.

jude and you walked to the kitchen. Together. Thats all jobe thought about. you were next to him. you smiled. Jude could probably smell your perfume, the perfume he chose for you, his favorite perfume. his jaw clenched.

The dinner moved quickly. Jobe just grew angrier and angrier.

everyone was sat on the couch, talking about funnh things the brothers did when they were younger.

"can I interupt?" you said smiling happyli.

"ofcourse" everyone said.

you walked away and came back with a bunch of bags, the bags that jobe questioned you on.

"I have gifts for everyone!" you said, not able to contain your smile.

jobe didnt even paid attention to what you bought his parent, his gaze was fixed on jude, who was excitingly waiting. he rolled his eyes.

"and thats for jude!" you finally said, handing him his gift. your fingers drumming on your thighs, excitedly

jude pulled the carefully did wrapper, he was smiling. jobe thought, because of his girlfriend.

jude eyes opened wide, a dumb photo of jude and jobe when they were younger both smiling happily, before jobe got compared to jude constantly and started to not support him. "god, thanks Y/N. thats dear to me." his eyes watered, he pulled you for a quick hug but pulled jobe for a bigger one.

jobe smiled, a fake akward smile, he almost felt guilty. almost. jobe noticed a bit of your makeup on jude shoulder, his jaw tightened. he patted jude’s back to dismiss him.

"Im putting that in my appartement, thanks again Y/N"

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"you had a great time?" he asked forcing a neutral expression. You were on the way back home.

"yeah!! I hope your parents liked me!" you said happily, looking at his profile, you noticed how tight his jaw looked, how white his knuckles were around the wheel. "are you okay baby?" you asked carefully.

"ofcourse. right." he swallowed, too quickly, too loudly.

"why you loo-"

"and my brother? you two got along pretty well huh?" he cut you off. tooking a turn too harshly.

"what..? jobe is this why youre mad?" you asked voice shaky.

he pulled over at the parking of your shared appartement. "Im not mad." his voice cracked.

you grabbed one of his hand with both of his. you looked up at his profile. "jobe look at me."

he glanced at you. his jaw softening a bit. he turned his head to you, the second his eyes met your eyes full of reassurance, love and softness. his own softened a bit.

"Is this because I got along with your brother..? jobe I already told you, I love you more than anything. and I know what is ut to be compared to your sibling.. But I wont do so.." your hand slid to his cheek, reassuringly, he leaned into your touch.

"but you were so close to him all evening.. and you laughed at his jokes. I saw it. once you looked at his lips." he said brows furrowing.

your eyes widened without quite being able to believe it, a smile tugged, not a warm or even amused. just shocked. "you cant. be serious right now jobe." you sighed, took your appartement’s keys. "Im not doing that." You looked at him one last time opening the door.

"no Y/N!" he tried reaching for you but you where already out the car, walking to the elevator. he hit the nearest surface, the main console. "fuck!" he muttered, getting out the car and jogging towards the elevator.

"Y/N open the door baby." he knocked faster. "Y/N. I know you’re here. listen Im sorry, I know you would never cheat baby."

click.

you opened the door, looking up at him. gave him a look that said "go on"

he chuckled. "what Y/N? you want me to beg? to get on my knees? Ill do it." he said it with this annoying smile, showing off his perfect teeth and dimples.

you rolled your eyes.

his hand slid to your wrist thumb softly caressing your pulse point, you raised your chin to look up at him. "Im sorry baby. I imaginated things, I was just scared to loose you, scared I might have to share you."

your lips twitched up, you hugged him. "sorry I reacted like that."

he smiled, picking you up, closing the door behind you. he kissed your whole face

"I love you Y/N" he said, muffled by the kissings.

featuring : jobe bellingham x gf!reader 

summary : You and Jobe had just finished dinner and decided to take a stroll before heading back. You certainly didn't expect to run into a surprise on the way.

A/N: first time writing a fanfic on here, excited to see how this goes!!  i also forgot to give the kitten a name oopsy.

Jobe had decided to take you out on a date today since his training wrapped up earlier than expected. He was thrilled to have extra time to spend with his lovely girlfriend. When you guys arrived at the destination, a huge grin spread across your face,it was the exact cafe where you first met.

"Awww, babe," you cooed, looking up at him. Jobe smiled warmly, leaning down to press a sweet kiss against your cheek.

Sometime after dinner, exhaustion began to set in, and you both decided it was time to head home. Since you had walked to the cafe, you had to make the trek back on foot.

As you walked, a faint noise caught your attention. You brushed it off at first, but when you heard it again, you gently nudged Jobe.

"Jobe," you whispered.

He directed his attention to you. "Hmm?" he replied, his voice dipping into a low, raspy tone that instantly made you melt.

"Do you hear that?"

Jobe listened for a second. "Hear what?"

Right on cue, the noise came again.

"That," you said. Jobe nodded, finally hearing it too.

You began looking around, tracing the sound to a stray box on the sidewalk. As you both walked closer to it, you suddenly froze in your tracks. Jobe looked at you, thoroughly confused. "What are you doing? Why did you stop?"

"Because I don't want to touch the box," you admitted honestly. "What if something jumps out or attacks me? You should do it."

Jobe looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "Why me?"

"Because I would like you to," you reasoned, giving him your best look. "Now, would you do it?"

Jobe sighed but stepped forward, gently kicking the box over with his foot. The cardboard tipped back to reveal a tiny, wide-eyed kitten.

Immediately at the sight, you completely gushed. "Omg, you are so cute! Jobe, look!"

Jobe shrugged, nodding slowly. "It looks nice, I guess."

You whipped your head around to look at him. "'It'?"

"I mean, we don't know the gender, so yeah, it," Jobe replied with another shrug.

Rolling your eyes at him, you scooped your hands together. "We should totally keep him... or her."

"No, we shouldn't," Jobe countered quickly.

"Why?"

"Because we have no space for 'it,'" Jobe spoke, gesturing directly toward the kitten. "And we don't have any of the supplies it needs."

You pouted, looking from the tiny kitten up to Jobe, deploying your absolute best puppy dog eyes. "Jobe, please? Look at how small it is. We can't just leave it out here in the cold. It won't survive the night."

"We can take it to a shelter tomorrow," Jobe reasoned, though his voice softened slightly as he looked at your pleading expression.

"The shelters are probably closed right now," you countered, stepping closer and gently scooping the shivering kitten into your arms. It was so small it fit perfectly in your hands, letting out a tiny, high-pitched mew.

You held it up toward him like an offering. "Just for tonight? We can buy a small bag of food. If we still feel like we can't handle it tomorrow, we'll figure something out. Please, babe?"

Jobe looked at the kitten, then at you, letting out a long, defeated sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck, a telltale sign that he was losing the battle. "Fine. Just for tonight. But tomorrow, we look for a shelter."

"Thank you!" you squealed, carefully leaning up to kiss his cheek while keeping the kitten safe against your chest.

Of course, "just for tonight" quickly turned into forever.

Over the next few weeks, Jobe’s strict boundaries slowly crumbled. At first, he insisted the kitten wasn't allowed on the bed or the couch. But within a month, the routine completely changed.

You would often walk into the living room after a long day to find Jobe stretched out on the sofa, fast asleep, with the now thriving kitten curled up directly on his chest, purring like a tiny engine.

Even his tough guy persona disappeared when they were alone. One afternoon, you overheard Jobe in the kitchen talking in a high pitched, gentle voice you had never heard him use before, saying, "Who's a good boy? Are you hungry?" when he thought you weren't listening.

Jobe went from complaining about buying a bag of food to researching the highest quality brands online. He even built a massive, multi level cat tree by hand.

Whenever you teased him about how much he loved the cat, Jobe would just brush it off , a tiny smirk playing on his lips as the kitten playfully batted at his shoelaces.

"Oh, I can't be you golden boy, But I can make sure you feel joy" - cortex

N4sty Tells!Ex-Boyfriend Jobe x Blackfem reader: You and Jobe broke up a while back, you've moved on but he hasn't. After getting to know a guy you found on tinder, you decide it's the perfect day for a date, but this date comes with a surprise.

R3y info!Warning smut! MDNI, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving) unprotected sex, titty fuck...etc.. everyone is over 18

Sidenote: the reader had a silk press, please don't think i'm white washing.. i got nothing else.

Enjoy!

You and Jobe broke up a few months, it was clean simple something you moved on from, but it seemed that Jobe didn't take it easily.

The night was young, you stood in front of your mirror gently styling your hair while humming to yourself, your eyes gently watched your fingers move around your head before pausing with a victorious smile.

You stood in front of your full body dressed: a gentle pale white button down top with the top two buttons undone revealing a sliver of cleavage that was pushed up by the gentle black lace bra you had one, on top of the button you had on a beige knitted vest, it hugged your figure quite well.

Your lower half was complimented with a short, A-line shirt that barely reached your knees, with white laced stockings that made your thighs the center of the attention. Your gentle low light brown heels light hugged your feet as you walked to your night stand to grab your purse.

You hummed as you went downstairs to get into your waiting Uber, confidence radiating off of your body, pulling you up with pride. Afternoon grabbing your house keys you locked the front door and went to the car.

Your hips swayed making your skirt swing softly sending any eye that passed by to look low, your driver swiftly opened the door for you and waited until you were comfortable before driving you off to the restaurant where you date awaited.

Your perfume filled the car, heavy vanilla with hints of coconut and sandalwood filled the air, your hair laid softly on your shoulders as you lowered your head to look at your phone to check the time.

“20:30” you mumbled before turning it off and looking up, turning your gaze out of the window looking upon the busy, yet beautiful streets of London.

…

Once you arrived you tipped your driver and got out smooth and safely, you walked into the restaurant and went to the waiting area and squeezed past to sign in for the reservation.

Your finger light tapped the small bell, and you waited for someone to give you the help you needed.

A young man soon walked with a bright smile,

“Good evening love, what can I do for you” a rich London accent slid out making you at ease with the conversation.

“I have a reservation for two” “whose name is under?” “Jamie Anderson” “Oh the gentleman is already here, right this way, I'll show you the way” he smiled and made space for you to pass before walking on to the table you were given.

When you made it there he motioned to the table and said “a waiter will be with you shortly” you thanked him and turned to look at your date.

Your eyes went ridiculously wide as you paused to see your ex, Jobe Bellingham, sitting right in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” “Waiting for you” "What the fuck do you mean waiting for me? God please don't tell me you're-” “Jamie Anderson” he said while nodding a smirk growing onto his face.

“Oh for fuck sake, I'm leaving” as you were about to leave jobe grabbed your hand and gently pulled you back he stood up and placed you don't into the soft cushioned booth. A gasp escaped your lips from his gentle yet firm man handling.

You like to admit, but you did miss it.

“Y/n, I don't care, you're staying for this date and seeing that I'm the only man right you, I'm not letting some knob head recklessly get to you, I won't. Allow. It. Now that we've said our… Greetings, how have you been love”

“You think this is a game? Are you joking me? You fake person just to get to me!" You quietly snapped.

"That's true dedication, baby, it really shows how much I care for you doesn't it?” a full smile grew on his face his dimple appeared slowly while a moody grumble was plastered onto yours.

“You're a freak” “Anything for you darling” you kissed your teeth and waited for the waiter to arrive while Jobe eyes stayed glued onto you.

His eyes trailed your face taking in your stunning yet angry features. The heat on your face matched the growing heat on his pants.

A young gentleman walked over, his eyes were low with gentle service warmth, his smile wasn't as Impactful as Jobe's but it was enough for an idea to sparkle in your eyes. You leaned forward pushing your chest against your arm making it pop out more as your cleavage struggled at the top opening. Your eyes softened into a pleading gaze.

The gentleman slowly paused at the sight, while Jobe's eyes twitched.

“And How may I help tonight Madame?” he asked softly gazing down at you with a teasing raised brow.

" I'll just your kitchen's finest chicken Alfredo, extra shrimp please, for drink one shot of whisky keep them coming until my vision blurs” you said softly a gentle smile on your face.

Jobe's hands gripped the table so hard, you thought it might break under his hold. His eyes narrowed dangerously between you and the waiter.

“and for you sir?” Jobe shook his head quickly before turning his attention properly to the man that stood in front of him.

“Chicken Florentine Pasta, and red wine” he said straightforward, cold nothing more, nothing less.

The gentleman nodded

“your orders will be here in about 15 minutes, if you need anything let me know” he winked at you before walking off and that sent Jobe off.

“What the fuck was that? You're my date. Why the fuck are you getting needy with the waiter?”

“I came for Jamie Anderson not Jobe Bellingham”

“Too bad you got an upgrade, be happy. Now cut the rubbish before I deal with after the date. ”his warning was heated, his eyes unwavering, that hit right where he wanted it to, the chest and between the legs. Your eyes turned away as your legs pressed together. A huff escaping your lips as you waited.

The food soon arrived and you thanked the waiter, and dug in once he left. The food tasted heavenly, it was absolutely creamy. The warm cream dripped down the corner of your lip, that sight made jobe bite his lip, his free hand went down to adjust his pants as stiffled a groan and turned his gaze to his food.

Soon the drinking started. After at least 3 shots you were now sitting tipsy, your body warm. Really warm.

Jobe wasn't as drunk since he was gonna be the one driving. He just watched you, made small conversation and watched your body sway in a way that seemed like unconscious seduction.

He chuckled and relaxed in his seat and after a bit he checked the time and saw it was nearing late hours.

“Okay come on let's go, it's getting late” you whined and gently got up and walked over to you and grabbed your waist while guiding you to the exit.

You walked past the gentleman from earlier and a devious smile appeared on your face before saying: “Goodbye cutie, if I come back you and me can f-” you were cut off by Jobe's hand covering your mouth and pulling you outside to the parking lot.

He pinned you against his car his large frame towering over you while his eyes grew dark with pure jealousy and annoyance.

“whatever this bullshit you're trying with that waiter. It. Ends. Now. Y/n” the way he said your name meant no nonsense but it also hit deep in your heat, you rolled your eyes and pulled away.

“Just take me home, I don't have time for this” you said as you got into his car like you used to. Jobe watched you his eyes rolling before he went to his side.

The drive was quiet, too quiet the only thing that was Loud was the throbbing heat that grew you and your legs. Jobe's hand unconscious grabbed your thigh, his thumb traced lazy patterns. Your eyes looked down at his hand, but didn't do anything about it.

“You know I missed you, a lot” “I can tell” “No Y/n like really missed you" you paused letting him continue.

“I missed your warm kisses on my lips, your hands on my chest, your body on mine..Me inside of you” his hands lightly gripped your thigh his finger digging into the fabric of your stockings.

Your breath hitched as his hands tightened around your thigh.

“How bad do miss it?” you asked through a breathy whisper the alcohol and the heat between your legs was getting to you and his words were pushing it.

“So bad, baby, bad enough that I'd jerk off to the thought of you, on me..taking me, like you never left” his hand moved up your thigh pushing your skirt up his finger pads gently rubbed your inner thigh.

You bit your lip and gazed at his side profile.

“Show me. You'd do anything for me, prove to me that you miss me” you said not breaking eye contact with his face, he gently turned to look at you as the light went red. His eyes searched yours and found the heat and need that reflected back at him.

His tongue gently went over his bottom lip as his hands inch slowly up your thigh before his index and middle finger started tracing your heat. A whimper escaped your lips when his fingers pressed down on your clit through the fabric.

His middle finger circled around your clit, dampening your panties until a puddle of arousal developed. Before the light could turn red he leaned forward and ripped your leggings opened by the crotch area.

He gently drove again but his fingers gently massage your pussy before pushing your panties aside, they slowly moved down your slit.

A low moan escaped your lips as your thighs parted themselves wider. His fingers pulled away and curled up as brought them to your mouth.

“Wet them for me baby” he said gently, you leaned before and his fingers into your mouth and started sucking on them, twirling your tongue around them imagining it was his dick. You pulled away once they were soaking in your saliva, Jobe groaned and lowered his fingers back down to your opening. His fingers pushed and twirled around your clit your saliva mixing with your wet.

“Fuck, ah!" You moaned as his finger gently pinched your sensitive clit then soothed it down.

“Like that baby?” “Mhm- YES!” you cried out as his fingers slid into your heat and started pumping slowly hooking against your sensitive walls, your hips slowly grind against his fingers while you watched them move in you.

Jobe's dick throbbed heavily against his pants as he drove while pleasing you. As you neared your house and brink of release, his fingers slide out of you making you whine from loss of contact.

“don't worry baby, I'll make you cum more than anything tonight” he while sucking the slick off of his fingers enjoying the taste of you. He fixed your panties and parked in your driveway, and quickly got out. He opened your door and picked you up.

Your legs wrapped around his waist gently grinding yourself against him as your body plead for friction and release. He quickly grabbed your purse and walked with large strides to the door. Your lips connected with his neck as you kissed down and around living gentle hints of lip gloss around his neck, you found his weak point and sucked on it causing a moan to escape his lips as he opened your door with a key he got from your purse, and took you upstairs.

He sat down on your bed as your straddled him, your lips pressed against him in a heated kiss that begged for dominance, but he didn't let you win it, his tongue slid into your mouth rubbing against your tongue while his hands firmly gripped your rear.

You pulled away breathless, strings of saliva connected you two at the tongue, you licked your lips as you climbed down between his legs while removing your vest and button down.

Jobe watched you with a lovely, lustful gaze that never failed to make your chest tighten and your walls clench. You sat between him in nothing but a bra and panties. Your hands worked on his pants gently unbuckling it till loosened, you kissed his bulge before pulling down his pants revealing his black boxers.

His bulge twitched under your gaze causing a smirk to appear on your face.

“see how you have me?” he whispered while gently running his fingers through your hair as you cleaned down and licked his bulge, tracing your name along his clothed length. His lips quivered as you teased him precum painting his boxers slowly.

You pulled back and hooked your fingers on the band and yanked it down causing his length to spring out, it gentle slapped your cheek leaving a drool size of his pre release on your cheek.

Your hand wrapped around the base while you spat down on his tip, he hissed and dropped his head back. You pumped his member a few times spread everything along it, soon your lips around his tip as you started sucking on it.

“Please, baby“ he whined as you took him into mouth, your head was sloppy, slow, deep just how he loved it.

His thighs clenched around your head as you deep throated him, head bobbing up and down as you gurgled his precum making a heated mess on his pelvis. Your hands massage his balls.

He laid back, his hands gripping your hair while he repeatedly moaned your name. Your mouth soon released his dick before he could come.

“No, what? fuck” he groaned raising his head to look at you, you gently pushed your chest onto his crotch and pushed his dick through the smallish gap between your tits.

He groaned and started thrusting his hips upwards using your chest like a flesh light. His balls gently slapped against the under side of your breasts while he snapped his hips faster. A moaned escaped his lips with every moan as he moved faster. After a few thrusts, he slowed as his tips twitched with wanted release. Upon noticing that you started moving your chest faster.

“Ahh! Fuck!” he moaned as thick splurts of cum coated your cleavage. You gently slide off and climbed onto him. You kissed down his neck giving him a few minutes to breathe. And by minutes I mean seconds cus after a few kisses you kicked off your panties and unhooked your bra.

“Ready baby?” he kissed you gently and wrapped his arms around your waist as he nodded. “Oh fuck” you both whimpered as you lowered onto him. Your hips slowly grinded his as you got used his length.

“you look so fucking gorgeous baby” be murmured while kissing down to your chest. You started fucking yourself on him feeling his dick harden again, inside of you, your bounced slowly the veins on his dick pulsate and rub against your walls, making weak moans to escape your lips.

Jobe's tongue wrapped around your harden nipple and sucked gently as your road him, his hands grabbed your ample rear pushing you into him as you used him for your own pleasure.

He looked up and watched you moan as you rode him, he groaned at the sight and slapped your ass causing you to whine and wrap your arms around his neck as you bounced faster.

“Baby, I'm gonna cum” you whispered into his neck as your bouncing slowed.

“you're gonna what?” he asked while holding your hips and thrusting up while pulling you down on him causing your back to arch at the sensation.

“CUM! I'm gonna cum" you moaned loudly as he fucked you under neath as he angled you in a way that with every thrust his base would press against your G-spot. After a few devilish thrusts you gripped him like a vice and came.

"JOBE PLEASE!” you cried slumping against him as your walls throbbed around him.

He groaned and pulled out.

“Sit on my Face, baby”

You looked at him like he was crazy.

“you heard me, come on” he said while laying back.

“Reverse though” you nodded and sat down on his facing his crotch, his hands pushed you down until you were face to face with his dick. His tongue ran a long slick down your cum covered slick tasting every bit of you causing you to bite your lip. The tip of his tongue twirled around your throbbing, sensitive clit making you ground it again his face, his large hand came down on your left ass cheek making you whimper.

You slowly took him into your mouth, gently suckling at the tip while his tongue rubbed against every inch of your pussy.

“Mmm” you moaned against his base as his tongue slowly pushed into your hole. His hands went up and gripped your ass and started fucking you with his tongue while you sucked his dick weakly.

His head moved slowly fucking you slowly with the tip of his tongue your wetness drooling down his chin. He soon pulled off and licked his lips catching his breath. He saw sensitive you were getting decided to take charge he sat up sending you forward. He picked you and flipped you into missionary as he climbed on top, his strong arms rested on either side of your head. His breath blew against your neck as he pushed himself into you.

"Ohh… " you moaned as he started thrusting into you, they were fast pounding into making your body shake, “Fuck” her moaned while sucking on your neck as your arms around his, and your legs clung to his waist as he drilled himself into you.

The bed creaked and groaned under your weight as he drilled into you, his sensitive tip twitched and throbbed as he kept pushing into your G-spot.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth ajar, weak whimpers and moans filled the air along side the sound of skin ramming against skin. His left hand shot up and gripped your tit. Soon he was close and were you.

His thrusts slowed and he leaned his head to look at you, his kissed you deeply, then buried his face into your neck whispering sweet nothings as he made love to you.

“I missed you so much, you don't know how much I love you baby” “I'd do anything for you” “You're so fucking gorgeous” “So warm against me darling” “Look at me with those pretty eyes” were the many things he whispered as he brought you close to final release.

His right hand move from the side of your head to between legs and started flicking and rubbing your clit fast causing your hips to jerk upwards. Between you was nothing but pour arousal and precum.

He snapped his hips hard and deep one last time and grounded his palm against your clit as you came. Your wall rubbed against him causing him to cum inside of you. Painting your insides with his sexual affection.

He waited until he caught his breath to pull out and picked you up. He carried you to the bathroom and cleaned you up, then helped you pee.

After a bit of getting ready you were dressed in a top but no shorts but he was dressed in his old PJ pants he found in your wardrobe and was shirt less.

As you cuddled, he gently traced patterns on your back and kissed your temple before asking.

“Does that mean we're back together?” “Mhm, I missed you" you said softly.

He smiled and gently fell asleep with you in his arms.

taglist: @viberator111 @oluwadaraaa @httpjoints

You start trying to pursue your dream in modeling you submit your photos to as many brands as you could, but while you’re at the only away game your favorite team and player , Jobe bellingham has in London you get a call back from a fast rising fashion company to come to the shoot in 15 minutes. You blow up, fast. And after an embarrassing interview the one and only Jobe starts following you

2,794 ———————— chapter 1 > Jobe bellingham x fem!reader

Inni , this is my first fict ever so not too much on me ok? this first chapter is going to be more of a building the plot chapter, so sadly no jobe until next chapter . also this wasn’t proof read so also not too much.

The stadium was buzzing, packed full to the brim, everyone is screaming and it’s for the one and only Jobe Bellingham.

London, UK.

* Dortmund’s away game in London.

As the countdown hits 0 the team walks out the tunnel ,the crowd erupted into cheers and screams as Jobe has become quite main stream and everyone wanted to see him. You were seated close to the tunnel, and as the team was passing by you , you saw Jobe and remembered when 5 years ago the same place, same stadium was half empty from what it is now and you were in the same seat trying to get his attention between the only other 300 fans for a signature.

The game started and the pressure was heavy . The first 15 minutes Dortmund had possession, smoothly passing the ball around and having control of the field but after the 20 minute mark the opposition started attacking aggressively, taking the ball and getting back the field. At 45 minutes they scored, fans devastated but the players? They were tired, the other team was making them run all over the place. At halftime you went to grab a drink and some food from the vendor at the entrance of the stadium and as you were waiting, you get a phone call. You don’t have the number saved but it doesn’t say it’s “likely a scam” ,so you pick up.

“Hello is this Ms L/n?”

you wait a second before responding

“Yes, it is. Who’s asking?”

“Oh my apologies, Im from the Soléne team. We got your modeling application and we think you would be a wonderful fit for our brand. We’re gonna send you the details of the shoot today, it starts in 15 minutes. See you soon!”

she hangs up

You stand frozen for a second, in shock. You’ve submitted over 30 applications and this company was a quickly rising company that was getting a lot of traction on social media. You didn’t even know how to react, you were so dazed out you didn’t even hear the vendor calling out your name several times ,but 15 minutes? How could you leave before seeing the match final? i guess it can’t be helped. You quickly get your food and apologize to the vendor then open your messages to check the details you got for the address. 7 minutes away. You quickly call an uber and it arrived in 2 minutes suprisingly. You get in , the ride there is 10 minutes because of the UK traffic but you get there in time surprisingly. You step out the car and you’re infront of this abandoned building but the Soléne Sign Poster was hanging in front of the entrance. You step inside carefully and as you start walking you look around, and see graffiti, so much but very gorgeous. And at the end you see a room to the right, you quickly made your way and see the whole team setting up the stuff and getting the lights ready. You make you way there and a sweet lady walks up to you.

“You must be y/n! So nice to meet you, i was on the phone with you earlier.”

she quickly comes up to you, giving you a quick hug

“It is such a pleasure, thank you for choosing me i am so grateful”

you hug her back

“Yes well, you’re even more gorgeous in person than in the photos. Anyways, let’s get you ready. Just go to the makeup table”

You nod slightly and make your way to the table, 2 other models getting their makeup done are sat , and you’re so nervous. You’ve seen them before on social media, they were quite popular, so you introduce yourself and one of them looks up. Alexia. She was so sweet, much nicer than you imagined and we started talking as i set my things down and sat down. The conversation went so smoothly and we were laughing the whole time. The artist told you we’re doing street wear style for today, something swag mixed with 90’s fashion, so light-ish makeup but not too light. Somewhere between full beat and natural. And as he’s doing that someone else is doing my hair in beautiful curls that were later going to put up in a claw clip. But after the conversation died down you pulled out your phone to stream the match, you felt so bad for wasting your money basically just to watch 40 minutes. Now it was minute 87, the pressure was on Dortmund, the score was 1-1, who will score first? You were genuinely in fear for your sanity as you made a bet for $100 with your friend that they’ll win tonight.

Time was passing and it looked like the other team was getting way closer way easier to the goal but then at minute 92, Jobe get a cross from his teammate and he has a free way, so he runs for it. Dribbling 2 defenders successfully and it was just him and the goalie.

The crowd was holding their breath

You were terrified

He was too probably

But he sprints to the goal and fakes a bottom left while kicking it top right, the goalie already being left he didn’t have time to switch and..

GOAL, 2-1 DORTMUND

The crowd jumps from their seats, every one is screaming and cheering and i almost shed tears. Jobe runs to the corner flag and does his celebration and you were feeling so much fomo for not being there but oh fricking well.

The hairstylist wakes you from your sadness & happy daze and tells you he’s done with your pin curls and you just have to let them sit, keep them while you get dressed. The stylist chooses your outfit and you go and take the shoots, do whatever they told you too and the shoot was done. It was 9:00 when you finished the shoot and you and Alexia and Jade walk out while talking about our past projects. We exchange contacts and we say goodbye as they invited you to the club with them but you were too tired so you just called a uber home. You open instagram and you see the pictures from the match today and Jobe looked so happy and you have never felt worse for missing a game in your whole life.

When your uber drops you off just thinking about all the stairs you have to go up made you miss your bed even more. As you finally get to your door you grab your key and open the door.

Home sweet fuckng home, you’ve never missed your bed more.

You slowly drag yourself to your room and change into some boxers and a baggy tshirt and make your way to the bathroom forcing yourself to take your makeup off. When your head finally hits the pillow your whole body sinks into the mattress, a sleep you knew was going to be good and you fall asleep 1 minute after turning your bed side lamp off.

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You slowly open your eyes as light finally hits your face because you were too tired to close the blinds, you look over to your bed side table clock. 12:34pm. You’ve never slept more gracefully in your whole life. You make your way to the kitchen and make some tea and avocado toast, your favorite breakfast. And after you finish you do your daily morning yoga for 15 minutes and head to the bathroom to take a shower. You do your gua sha and change into fresh clothes. You do laundry, clean the kitchen and it’s already 2pm.

You totally forgot the drop launches at 9am today and you didn’t even care to remember.

After cleaning and changing your sheets and folding the laundry you close the blinds and turn on “Samurai Champloo” as you started watching it 1 week ago and barely got to episode 4, so you watch it until 9pm. You haven’t even checked your phone all day when you remember, drop launched… THE DROP LAUNCHED.

You get up so quickly from your couch and rush to your room to get your phone before running back to the couch. You had over 99+ notifications

Holy shit..

You scroll through them and they are all on the drops photoshoot, so many. You finally open instagram and see 1.2 Million likes on it. And 200k comments, all asking who you were, and how gorgeous you were.

User668kettlecorn : “Who is the girl on the third slide? Someone tell me i need more of her”

Isabell223w: “The girl on the third slide is overlyyy prettyyyy omg who is she?”

As you were scrolling through the comment threads you see people already found your personal insta… You press on it and, 858k followers. What the fuck? People were going crazy over you in the comments of your posts, so many shares, you were everywhere. You open tiktok and there were already edits of you?

“Holy shit, i have to unrepost everythingggg!” You quickly clean your reposts out after 20 minutes and you also already have 975k followers on tiktok, you just stare in awe at your phone because. How did you not check your phone earlier? There were posts about you, your email flooded with businesses asking for promo, it was a complete mess.

And you had no one to call.

So you think of who could help you and you call Alexia. She picks up.

“Girl you’re fucking famous!! everyone’s drooling over you”

she says

“Omg i just saw, i literally haven’t checked my phone all day until half an hour ago and i don’t know what to do..”

you say disappointed

“It’s ok, just stay calm. Firstly, remove all things from your profiles that could cause speculations, and unfollow everyone and turn your follows private on tiktok. After that you should be good”

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Two weeks later ,you were the main topic everywhere. your schedule , packed ,every single day. It got so serious you had to get a manager to help you.

“Yes yes i’m getting ready right nowww omd Daisy”

Daisy was your manager #yourguardianangel

“I’m so serious y/n, this is such an important interview. Vogue is no play. Mark is picking you up in 5 be downstairs”

“Daisy i’m didn’t even finish my makeu-“

she hangs up

“No fucking way..”

You quick gather all my makeup in a small pouch you got for PR and run downstairs. You were wearing a bape shirt with a leaopard belt and your favorite belt with Solare jeans. Stacking a lot of jewelry on your arms and neck and also stacking a lot of rings. Also wearing your favorite bag with all your favorite trickets and keychains you’ve collected over the past years.

Mark, your personal driver, is waiting as you hurry in the passenger seat.

“I literally didn’t even have a chance to finish my makeup”

“That’s because of your bad time organizing y/n”

he rolls his eyes as you give him a look. You finish your makeup, going for a light but cute look today. You were nervous, not that much but you were.

This is Vogue.

You get there 3 minutes before your set time and start getting to know the crew before sitting down as they fix the lighting.

And action.

“Hey Vogue, This is Y/n L/n and this is what’s in my bag”

“Firstly we have my favorite lip balm, Nivea. I hate wearing lip gloss so i always have multiple lip balms on me but this one is my favorite”

you show the 6 lip balms you were carrying

“Next is tea. Especially Peppermint tea, i love drinking it and it’s always good to have it on me because some peppermint teas you can get genuinely taste disgusting to me”

you put the 3 tea bags back

“Next is my small everyday makeup pouch, where i carry everything i need whenever im on the go and it my daily’s”

you put it back in your bag

“Ok now this is like my lucky charm”

you show a soccer card with Jobe Bellingham on it

“I’ve been a fan of Jobe’s for about 5 years now, and on my first game seeing him he signed this for me”

the interviewer asks

“Wait is he your celebrity crush”

your face turns a light shade of pink and you cover your face again

“Why are you making me say yes when he might watch this”

you laugh as you’re still covering your face, but you put your hands down. you show a few more things and say you’re bye.

“Thank you Vogue for having me, i’m truly so grateful and thank you to all my fans. I see all the edits and i appreciate them. See you next time Vogue”

and the camera stops, and after getting off the chair and getting up you start talking with a friend you made there.

“Omg Y/n you like Jobe? Why not Jude? he’s way finer”

you scoff

“He’s all yours, i’ll take Jobe. He’s so sweet and such a gentleman and, he’s such a gentle soul. He couldn’t be more adorable, him and his cute dimples.”

What you didn’t know is that one of the crew members recorded you saying that and posted it as a joke to get you mad as you were friends but she didn’t know what mess she created

Once you said your goodbyes and thank yous you took your bag and put your Supreme hoodie on. Mark was already waiting for you as you told him you’ll be done 10 minutes ago in about 15 minutes but he’s always there early. So you get in the car and tell him how it went and talked about how the staff was and everything on set. Mark has become like an uncle to you since becoming your driver. When you get home you drag yourself up the stairs as you needed to get some exercise in and the elevator just broke. you open the door, as you walk in you are happy you have to stop constantly acting so fake so you happily go change and go to the couch to watch your interview. You play it on the tv and you look fine as heck

“Holy shit since when am i this hot?”

You watch it until the end getting embarrassed just thinking about the Jobe scene and you go open it on your phone to look at the comments and view count and it was going crazy. 1 million views and sooo many comments so you start reading them

“Ethan2good : Holy shit y/n is so fine”

“EmmaTha🐐: She choose Jobe over Jude? that’s fucking crazyyyyy”

“Jobe#1Fan : This bitch is trying to steal my man, but i high key ship them👀👀👀”

as you click on the second’s comment thread you read a lot of debates about who is cuter, jude or jobe but eventually you close the thread and scroll through more comments and see a comment with 58k likes

“Isa2good : Did you guys see the video of her saying why she likes Jobe? it’s actually adorable “

and you quickly press to the thread and so many people say they’ve seen this video but what were they talking about? you didn’t record anything like that? You open tiktok and search it up and to your surprise someone recorded you saying that you like Jobe more than Jude. You were go through the comments quickly and everyone is tagging Jobe and you’re panicking.

“Oh no.. This is so fucking embarrassing”

Tears slowly start forming in your waterline from embarrassment, this is not something you wanted your celebrity crush to see. You close your phone and quickly go to bed, trying to fall asleep while also trying to not overthink and you eventually fall asleep after turning on a show.

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As you slowly open your eyes, the sun peaking through your blinds you wake up calm, forgetting all about yesterday in your half asleep state. Once you wake up properly everything comes back to you. And you have so many notifications, dm’s, likes, reposts. You click on them just to see what happened and then you see it. A video on your fyp of Jobe reposting the video of your confession.

“Oh fuck me and my life..”

you drag your hands across your face in pure shock and you slowly go to check for yourself. You click on his profile and then reposts. And there it was, latest repost . Your confession. And then as you go back to instagram to check on the interview you see a notification

“Jobe Bellingham started following you”

~ Authors note ~

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.”

JOBE BELLINGHAM MASTERLIST

01 — her muse ! [ x singer!fem.reader ] mini soc-med series

You are a famously known pop singer, very known for your pop girl music until you slowly start releasing love songs that your fans were able to notice. Now everyone are curious on to who these songs are for, determined to figure who it is.

more to be added soon …

coming soon!!!!

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boyfriend text! ⌖

a-z ⌖

first time! ⌖

Im 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌, but I love you! 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

uh i miss you 𓆩❤︎𓆪

the type of bf ⌖, 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

wearing his teammates' jersey 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

current boyfriend trend, 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

insta story post 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

confession 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

Links ⌖

idk what else to add imma add more tho because I'm dreaming abt this man 😛😛

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