#model shoot

"Ella está activa, chica atractiva" - Lewis Somes

N4sty Tells!FootballerJobe x Model BlackFem reader: Zara is launching a new fashion brand and Jobe decided to attend this event, but while he's there he sees the photo of model that seems to catch his eye.

R3y info!Seduction, no warnings needed, confident y/n, slight sub!Jobe.

Enjoy!

The night was young, flashy, busy. Cameras and people flooded the whole building while top level celebrities gently walked along the carpet into the building. From acting, singing all way down to sports a-list celebrities came for this event looking straight of a fashion Magazine.

Chatter polluted the air as everyone walked in. Limbos to big cars pulled up revealing each celebrity in all their glory. Flashes followed as they walked in. One car pulled up and man opened the door to reveal the one and only Jobe Bellingham. He stood tall above everyone else, his eyes were sharp but arm. His gently resting on the bride of his nose as he adjusted his suit.

His lips parted into a wide smile as people cried out his name and snapped photos. He gently waved at them while his bodyguards ushered him into the building.

The air of building was clean drowning in different scents of perfume and expensive candle scents. Celebrities gently chatted

amongst each other or getting interviewed about their excitement about this event. Today was new launch of Zara's new date night themed clothing collection: Romance seductor

He gently looked around and stopped by a large photo of a model dressed beautiful. Her curly hair was filled with volume, her eyes were sharp, seductive, captive as if she was medusa trying to turn him stone. His eyes stayed locked on her face before he got approached by an interviewer.

“The one and only Jobe Bellingham, glad to see you're looking sharp and perfect for the occasion, mind if we ask a few questions?” the woman gently held the microphone near his mouth making a smile spark onto his face.

“Don't mind at all, throw them” he said softly adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose before sliding his hands into the pocket of his pants.

"How is the feeling of tonight for you? Are you feeling the buzz or does it feel like any other day?”

“honestly, Words can't fully describe the feeling of being in a room with a list celebrities, the feeling is just immaculate, just something out of this world” he said gently into the mic his smile growing.

“Fantastic to hear! I see that you got your eyes on the beautiful lady behind you, do you know her by chance?” she asked with a playful tone that made him pause and go red.

“Oh no, sadly I don't I just thought she was gorgeous and her photo is very eye catching just had to look, not in a weird but you get what I mean” flush filled his cheeks earning a sweet laugh from the interviewer.

“Well glad you have eyes on one of Prada's models, But you enjoy your night and have fun" she said before giving him a teasing wink before walking off. His palm made contact with his face once she left.

“Oh my days” embarrassment stabbed his tone, he straightened himself and started heading to the seating area by the catwalk as the show was about to begin.

He sat next to Carney and relaxed into his seat, but Carney just had to be nosey.

“Mate, why you all red? Fucking hell you're turning into a strawberry” he laughed softly turning his body to face his friend.

“I don't wanna talk about it, yeah? It's fucking embarrassing” he groaned rubbing his forehead.

“Oh now you gotta tell me!” Carney leaned closer to Jobe tilting his head to the side so he could whisper it to him. Jobe rolled his eyes and gently leaned in.

“I was wondering around and I saw this model's photo, I thought she was stunning so I couldn't look away and an interviewer caught me staring and asked if me and her got something going on” his voice cracked in humiliation as he replayed the scene in his head, fucking hell he sounds like a pervert.

Carney pulled away and looked straight avoiding eye contact.

“You tryna laugh?”Jobe asked staring at him.

Carney quickly shook his head while lips quivered into a shakey smile. His eyes lowered to his feet as his shoulders shook with contained laughter. Heavy breathes escaped his lips and noses and Jobe gently, but firmly nudged his shoulder. Carney swayed for a bit, once he stopped he glanced at Jobe before laughing slapping his hand over his mouth and laughing.

“You damned fool, how do you get caught like that? " he said between laughs tears prickling onto his eyes.

“whatever mucker, it's over. It's not that funny anyway” his eyes gently turned to the stage then to his watch 3 minutes until the show. He let out a sigh and relaxed.

…

Soon the surrounding lights were gone the only light that shown bright was the catwalk stage lights.

Slow music filled the air and everyone's attention was focused on the stage immediately. Disco balls lightly lowered reflecting beautiful shimmers onto the everyone.

Then the curtains snapped opened. The first to walk out a man. Tall, lanky, lean came out dressed in a beautifully bedazzled rose-red and pale-white suit. The buttons were rose shaped with lace sown down to hold them. His walk was sharp confident. His hips swayed with the beat. At the end of the stage he stroke a pose so darring it pushed everyone in front of him back. It was like he threw a force at them. His eyes scanned the perimeter before holding his chin high and walking off.

Jobe watched in amazement at the confidence that oozed off of him as if he was cracked bottle on a porcelain floor.

Next woman to walk out beautiful and radiant woman, fair skin sharp blue eyes that seemed to grab the soul of anyone that looked at her. She was dressed in a two piece jet black slik decorated with wine red lace flowing on top. Her top was wide like a curtain that left everything to the imagination. Her heels clicked gently to the music as she parades the catwalk like she owned it. Hand on hip and one small yet eye catching dip she struts back to the opening.

Then you came. The music seemed to slow itself once you walked onto the cat walk. Your curly crowned your head like crown meant for the highest God. Your makeup was flawless that shamed all the celebrities you walked past. Your strong yet gentle vanilla scent kissed everyone's nostrils, Sandalwood followed grabbing the chins of everyone and pulling them to you. You were dressed in a blood red and snow white dress. It hugged your figure like to was tailored for you and only you. There was slit by the leg that revealed the seductive thigh harness that wrapped around your thigh like a snake claiming its prey.

Jobe couldn't look away his eyes drifted up and down your body. Your scent made his mouth gap like a dog drooling for a treat, scratch that. Starving for the a treat. Your hips swayed in a way that hypnotized him and made him lean forward. Your sharp dark eyes scanned the area taking in that eyes of the people at your attraction mercy. A smirk poured onto your lips, you gently bent over and flipped your hair revealing your neck before turning around and straightening. Your eyes tracked the crowd before landing on him. You winked and blew a gentle kiss before strutting off stage. Wow.

Carney eyes turned to Jobe and found him slouched in his seat, his eyes were dazed. He looked like he was ready to see the light.

“She probably heard about the interview” he said to him while chuckling.

“She winked and blew a kiss at me. AT ME” he squealed slightly sitting straight. Carney laughed and shooked his head.

“Glad you got something good out of it” he said before turning his eyes to the other models that walked up and down the catwalk.

Jobe kept repeating the moment in his head while a smile grew on his face.

"God you're whipped” Carney said while slapping his shoulder.

Jobe jerked and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever”

…

After the catwalk the models were free to the roam the area to talk to everyone and get interviewed. Jobe stood aside gently scrolling on his phone trying to distract him from the thought that kept repeating in mind like a broken record.

“Are you busy?" A velvet voice smoothly projected itself at him making his eyes raise from his phone. He paused then his eyes widened quickly and lips paused partly opened.

You were stood right in front of him with Carney beside you.

“She saw me hanging by the food table and wanted to speak to you. Your time to take over mate. You got this” Carney patted his arm before walking off.

Your eyes stayed locked on his face taking in everything he had. And you loved the sight. His eyes were still widened as if you were ghost. You giggled revealing your pearly white teeth. Your hand gently wrapped around his wrist and made him follow you.

He didn't protest. His legs moved automatically you gently lead him to the garden to the quiet area where you can hear yourself think and not worry about eyes preying on you.

It was beautiful, fairly lights were sprinkled onto the fresh greenery, fire fly lanterns create this dim, intimate, sacred atmosphere that clung around you. His heart thudded against his rib cage as you gently sat him down. His breath came out heavy no matter how hard he tried to ease it.

You sat down next to him and furrowed your eyebrows at his current state: his face was as red as ever, his lips were parted in a way like he was about to say something, but voice as stripped away from him. His eyes wide, shocked, buzzing. His pupils dilated so wide it was like looking into a black hole.

You found his reaction cute, adorable, admirable.

“for someone so handsome, you do have the cutest reactions. Don't worry I don't bite. I just want to get to know you, that's all” your voice was slick rubbing against his ear drums your eye lips lowered as you looked at him and playful smirk was plastered onto your face.

“Y-yeah” he coughed “Sorry about that, I'm Jobe Bellingham” “Y/n Rossi” you said gently shifting closer to him.

“I've seen you play, my brother is a big fan of yours” “Mine? I'm honoured” that made you smile.

“you're humble, very humble. It's refreshing no?"

“Of course it is. God you're beautiful” he blurted making him quickly look away. You laughed not a cruel tone but a one pure amusement.

“me? Beautiful? I'm honoured” you said repeating his earlier statement

He chuckled softly before turning back to look at you.

“Your catwalk was something else. I really couldn't look away. You know what wink and kiss”

“yeah? "

“was it meant for me?”

You paused and looked away for a second before turning back to him a simple nod.

“I heard about the interview, thought I might requite the interest in a way that felt unique” you smiled and he gently leaned in upon seeing it.

“well it worked well, glad to know you're interested” he smirked and gently stared into your eyes.

The atmosphere sphere around you started to cool making the warmth between grow. That pulled you both in and soon your lips touched, at first your lips moved slow savoring the taste of each other's bottom lip. Then it started to heat up his hands found your lowered back and pulled you in closer making a light gasp escaped your lips and he swolled it. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers slid into his mini afro your gently tracing his scalp as it deepened.

Soon you pulled away to catch your breath, the air between you mingled and so did the warm sting from the kiss.

“God you know how to get a woman riled up” you chuckled before sitting straight to fix yourself up.

Your lip stick was gently smudged on his lips then an idea came and you leaned in and started kissing his neck. His breath hitched, but his right hand held your waist to stabilize you and him on the bench.

Once you pulled away you admired your work. Kiss marks were painted on his light skin making you bit your lips at the sight.

“perfect. You're mine now” you announced boldly.

He paused taken aback.

“I'm what?"

"mine” you stated while fixing your hair and gently getting a mirror from your little purse to fix your lipstick.

He gently fixed his glasses before gently watching you.

“pass me your phone real quick” you said softly gently holding out your hand.

He raised a brow and asked “what do you want my phone for? ”

“I would like to put my number in. Is that okay with you? " you asked with a mocking pout before holding your hand out again.

Jobe chuckled and unlocked his phone, clicking on the phone icon and passing his phone to you. You gently took it and typed in your number and saved it “ 𝘠/𝘯💋” he chuckled at the saved name and looked at you.

“Really classy” he teased before placing his phone back into his pocket.

…

You both soon walked back inside with you looking perfectly fine while Jobe looked disheveled. An camera man spotted you and gently taken a photo of you too without you noticing.

…

Soon the next morning came and you were laying in bed with your phone vibrating off the hook. You groaned and picked it up. You clicked on it and saw a couple calls and texts from an unknown number.

You almost ignored it before remembering Jobe had your number. You gently sat up and clicked on call back. And before the first ring could fine he immediately picked up.

“I know this is an odd way to start the morning, but check your Insta” he said softly.

You hummed and clicked onto your Instagram and was flooded with pictures of you and Jobe, Jobe getting interviewed and you walking down the catwalk with captions saying “ Chica atractiva and British footballer seen together with kisses all over them. New secret couple? "

“Oh gosh”

“At least they know you're attractive” he chimed in with a teasing tone

“oh can it”

Credits: @DEADLINE