#jobe bellingham fanfic

[locsandletters]

ᯓ sweet boy; j.bellingham

──one shot

pairing ➜ jobe x fem!reader

word count ➜ 1.3k

warnings/notes ➜ contains smut (18+, mdni)

summary ➜ jobe spends the weekend at your family's house, charming your parents with his sweet smiles and perfect manners. but when the sun dips and doors close, he shows you exactly why that innocent boy they adore is nothing but a carefully crafted illusion.

the house feels warmer than usual. not just because your mom's been fussing over the thermostat since jobe walked through the door, claiming the place needed to be cozier, but because his presence fills every corner of it. his soft voice weaves into the walls, polite laughter bouncing off the framed family photos in the hallway.

he's sitting at the dinner table, leaned forward just enough to show he's engaged but not too much to seem overeager. your dad's going on about something—some story he's probably told a dozen times—and jobe listens like it's the first time anyone's ever said anything that mattered. nodding at the right moments, laughing where he should, asking questions that make your mom beam because "oh, look at him, he genuinely cares."

and he does. at least right now.

he's good at this. the perfect boy your parents wanted you to bring home. polite. soft-spoken. a little shy but not awkward. every move of his is intentional, but you know better. know that the hand resting casually on your thigh under the table isn't as innocent as it seems. his thumb draws slow circles over the fabric of your leggings, too subtle for anyone else to notice but burning hot against your skin.

you shoot him a look. one he meets with a slight tilt of his head, all soft eyes and boyish confusion. like he isn't pressing just a little harder, inching his hand higher in the same moment your mom's asking him how he likes the casserole.

"it's amazing, mrs. (y/l/n). i haven't had anything like this in a long time."

voice smooth. effortless. he knows exactly what he's doing. and your mom eats it up, smiling so hard you swear her face might crack.

the evening drags on like this—jobe weaving himself into your family's heart. he's careful with his words, measured in every smile. offers to help clear the table, even though your mom insists he's a guest. your dad brings out an old bottle of wine, one that's been sitting on the rack waiting for a "special occasion," and jobe accepts a glass but sips slow, doesn't let himself get carried away.

and all the while, he touches you. small, unnoticeable things. a hand on your lower back when you stand too close. his knee brushing yours on the couch when your family settles in for a movie.

it's calculated. all of it.

by the time the house starts to wind down, your parents saying their goodnights and the air settling into a soft quiet, you're tense. wound up and strung tight like a wire about to snap. jobe stretches, arms up over his head, shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin before he lets them fall back to his sides.

"guess we should head to bed, yeah?"

you should. but you don't trust that he actually wants to go to bed. not with the way his eyes flicker over you, dark and slow.

your childhood bedroom hasn't changed much. same soft-coloured walls, old posters half-peeling from corners, the desk in the corner cluttered with things you should've thrown out years ago.

jobe lets the door click shut behind him, eyes locked on you.

"you were real quiet tonight," he murmurs, voice low.

"had to be," you mutter, tugging your hoodie off and pulling it over your head in one slow motion, but it does nothing to cool the heat creeping up your neck. "couldn't exactly call you out for being sneaky under the table."

he laughs. soft, but it's sharp at the edges. "sneaky?" he echoes, tilting his head slightly. "baby, that was me being good."

your stomach flips.

you roll your eyes, but it's a weak attempt to cover how your body reacts to him. you turn toward your dresser, fingers brushing the handle of the drawer, pretending to search for something to sleep in. but before you can even pull it open, jobe's already behind you.

"you know how hard it was not to touch you more?" his hands settle on your hips, fingers slipping under the hem of your thin top, palms cool against the heat of your skin. he doesn't move them, just rests them there. "sitting there, smiling like an angel... but all i could think about was this."

his lips don't touch you yet, but they hover—close enough that you can feel the ghost of them, and it's enough to drive you insane. you breathe in slow, steady, trying to keep your head clear, but your body betrays you. you lean back into him, just slightly, and that's all he needs.

he presses his lips to your neck, finally. soft. not rushed. like he wants to savour it. "you think your parents would still like me if they knew the things i wanted to do to you right now?"

your eyes flutter shut for a second, chest rising and falling a little too fast. your grip on the dresser tightens because if you don't hold onto something, you might fall apart right there.

"jobe..."

"hmm?" he drags out the sound, teasing.

"my parents are like eight steps down the hall," you say, but it's weak. your hands are already fisting in his shirt, tugging him closer.

the mirror behind him catches how his body crowds yours as he pulls you into him, the solid weight of his body pressing against yours. you can feel him, hard and ready, and it makes your breath catch in your throat.

he grins, slow and lazy. "you'll have to be a good girl and be quiet for me then, yeah?"

your knees nearly give out.

whatever hesitation you had is gone, slipping through your fingers like water as you crash into him—lips on his, hands tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. a shameless moan slips out when he presses you back against the dresser, his tongue moving against yours, slow and teasing. you hate how easily you chase after him when he pulls back, just a little.

"quiet, remember?" he murmurs against your lips, smiling.

"yeah, yeah," you mutter impatiently, stealing another kiss, "just," you say in between kisses, breathless, "fuck me already, would you?"

and that's exactly what he wanted to hear.

he fucks you like he's been waiting all night, like every polite smile and soft laugh at dinner was just to pass the time until he could get you alone. rough hands, quiet grunts against your skin, subtle noises of the bed frame knocking softly against the wall.

you can't stop the low, broken sounds slipping past your lips, not when he's fucking you this good. jobe's quick to press his hand over your mouth, palm firm but careful. he loves every pretty sound you make, craves them even—but he knows your parents wouldn't feel the same.

"shh, baby," his breath is hot against your ear, voice low and teasing. "wouldn't want mommy and daddy hearing how their sweet little girl sounds, do we?"

it's so dirty and reckless, you hate how much you like it.

hate how he pulls everything out of you, every sound, every broken breath. how he slows down just to hear you beg, just to smirk and kiss the corner of your mouth when you whine his name.

when it's over, you're a mess. legs too weak, throat raw, body trembling. and jobe? he's fucking glowing. all soft eyes and lazy smiles as he pulls you into his chest, fingers tracing circles into your back like he didn't just ruin you.

"think your parents would still like me if they knew what we just did?" he mumbles against your hair.

you shove him weakly, but he just laughs. soft. boyish. the same laugh he gave your mom when she offered him seconds.

sweet boy...

yeah, right.

[loviingpedri]

tripling the fun -jude and jobe bellingham

prompt: three best friends take over the house by babysitting the bellingham boys’ two nephews and niece.

pt.2 here

bellinghams & fem!reader platonic friendship

warnings: grammar issues, all characters are fictional (except jude and jobe ofc)

click to help palestine

credits to owners for all images

knocking on the door, anticipation grew.

you have grown up with jude and jobe, considering your parents and their parents were very close friends.

you practically were like their sister. you did everything with them. you were there at their biggest accomplishments or lowest levels.

the door opened to jude and jobe’s aunt, ready for dinner. recently, the bellingham boys recently had a new addition to their family, a little baby nephew. the parents had 3 kids, and one still being about 6 months old, it was a major hassle. they needed a little break, some time for themselves.

who else better to call? the famous trio!

the parents trusted you and the brothers very much. trust me, the babies were in good hands. (might be delusional, but we’ll see!)

“oh my goodness, thank you guys for coming.” the mom hugged all of you. giving you a little peek on the cheek.

suddenly, jude and jobe’s uncle appeared behind her. “you’re here! thank you guys. come in.” stepping into the house, you were met with cold air.

“i see the kids really love this house.” you spoke with a smile as you noticed toys were scattered around the floor. ending your sentence, jobe nearly tripped over a toy truck.

catching himself as you were frightened for him, the three of you burst into a laughter.

“okay mate, it’s not that funny.” jobe said while pushing the truck away from his path.

“jobe, how do you not see a bright yellow and green truck?” jude was dying from laughter.

“i’m really grateful that you took this opportunity. it has been quite awhile since my husband and i have gone out.”

suddenly, a huge commotion was made. all eyes going to the stairway, you could see a little boy about the age of 6 running down the stairs in a little dinosaur onesie.

“there’s my little guy!” the boy ran into jude’s arms into a tight hug.

“i knew it! i knew you were coming! i heard your voice.”

“did you really?” jude fixed his onesie and gave him a little pat on the back.

then, you heard a door slam. staring at the stairs once again, you could see a 4 year old girl in a pink princess dress with a tiara and wand, strutting down with a bright smile (and one missing tooth).

“all hail the princess.” jobe spoke as she slowly walked down with her head held up high. smiles appeared on everyone’s faces, except her brother’s. she only earned an eye roll from him.

finally reaching downstairs, you curtsied to her as jude and jobe did a little bow.

breaking character, she did not hesitate to run to jobe. giving him the biggest hug he has probably ever been given.

“i think the baby is still asleep. the formula is already prepped since he should be waking up soon. we have to get going, good luck guys!” quickly grabbing her purse and getting the hell out of there with her husband, it was time to finally have some fun and bonding times.

“alright kiddos, what should we do today?” jude put down his nephew and immediately patting his head for reassurance.

“we should build a castle!” jobe, also putting down the niece, agreed.

“what kind of castle?”

“castles are for losers!” her big brother snarled at her.

“now, dinosaurs may be big and strong, but they are certainly not rude.” you bent down to his level. he crossed his arms, but unexpectedly, you started tickling him.

“tickle attack!” jude yelled as everyone was tickling the dinosaur and princess.

all laughter came to a quick stop. cries of a baby were echoing throughout the house. jude and jobe were no professionals for caring for a child under 1, therefore both synchronized to look at you for help.

and to be honest, you wanted to hold that baby forever. your motherly instincts kicked in. running up the stairs, you could not wait. meeting the little guy at just 2 months old, he was probably the most adorable baby you’ve ever seen (maybe because he looks a little like baby jude, but we’re gonna ignore that fact).

slowly and gently opening the door, you were met with a baby with a small tear falling down his cheek, but having the brightest smile as soon as he saw you. your heart melted.

“aren’t you the cutest,” you picked him up and could see his chubby face and rolls on his arms. “the baby fever is really kicking in.”

wiping the little tear, you placed his head on your shoulder as you walked down the stairs. putting your hand on his semi-bald head to create a shield just in case, jude and jobe lit up to seeing him.

crowding the little one, jude took him into his arms as you prepared the milk. in the kitchen, you were met with a little princess eating a sugar cookie (jobe couldn’t say no to her).

“hello your royal highness.” you gave a smile to her as you grabbed a little bottle.

“hi y/n. how’s it going?”

“it’s going great! how’s your cookie?”

“it’s good. you should be a mom.”

the statement created a pause for you. the measuring cup filled with formula almost fell on the counter.

“sorry ma’am, but what?”

“you should be a mom.”

“oh no thank you, it is definitely not for me.”

“well you definitely need a boyfriend. i have one! his name is james, he’s 6. i like them older.”

“hold on, you’re talking about your brother’s friend?”

“yep! that james. he’s so dashing. you know you should get with jude.” a frown appeared on your face. kids are full of creative ideas, but this was not on your bingo card.

“i really appreciate your feedback, but i need time to review this information.” jude suddenly appeared in the kitchen, giving you a scare.

“what are y’all talking about?”

in panic, you shouted “nothing!” which created high suspicion. the princess got off the chair after finishing the cookie, and walking off with jude.

finishing on making the bottle, you weren’t sure on what you were about to see, but it was definitely a sight.

jude and jobe bellingham were in pink and purple tutu’s and tiaras. you gasped at the sight.

“y/n, please don’t laugh.” jobe pleaded, sensing his embarrassment already.

“who said i was gonna laugh?” you picked up the baby trying to hide the fact, you were gonna laugh. sitting on the couch to feed him, the boys were being ordered around.

“alright, what’s next to protect the precious princess?”

“it is i! the knight! and i have come to destroy this kingdom!” the once dinosaur jumped out from the hallway holding a fake sword and shield.

the princess let out a tiny scream.

“uncle jude! protect the castle now!” jude nodded in agreement as he picked up a fake sword and play fighting with the knight. tutu’s were dropping and tiaras were falling.

“meanwhile you, uncle jobe, you should totally dance with me.” hiding your smile with the bottle, jobe didn’t really have a choice.

the house was chaotic. a ballerina and knight were battling it out, jobe and the princess were turning and spinning. jobe even had a little purple magic wand as his prop for his dance recital. you were glad you could lay back with a baby who did not give any trouble.

the fun continued to grow as the night went.

[pedriache]

Can you do Jobe Bellingham x reader where they do that tiktok trend of holding the gf on the shoulders and bc he's tall he does easily

Slim Pickins 𖦹 Jobe Bellingham !

summary. jobe being tall and muscular made it perfect for a new trend on tiktok, and since he’d do anything to make you happy—he agrees to do it.

word count. 365+

disclaimers. fluff !

bea speaks. sick of men acting like they can’t pick up their gfs like okay u wimp. sorry this is so lame and short i didnt rly know what to do gulppp

Jobe stared at you with a raised eyebrow. You’d just showed him a video on your for you page, pleading for him to do it with you. “Come on! Or—“ You pause, drawing back to look at him with a teasing look, “or can you not pick me up, Jobe. Is that it?”

Not even you would ever believe what you implied. Jobe was well above six foot and muscular—he is a football player after all. There was no doubt that if Jobe wanted, he could throw you up on his shoulder without breaking a sweat.

The boy gasps, offense flashing across his face. “I’ll have you know, I could lift you with my pinky finger.”

“Sure you could. So?” You don’t wait for his reply, setting the phone up and gesturing for him to stand a few feet behind you. “A kiss for your efforts at the end, okay?”

Rolling his eyes, knowing he was fully at your mercy and well—how could he say know when he knew it would bring a smile to your face, and he gets a kiss out of it? He promptly stands and does as told.

When the timer pings down, he waits for the lyrics, ‘A boy who’s jacked and kind’ to grip your hips—not enough to hurt you—but enough to lift you up without dropping you. He easily sets you on his shoulder. A squeak escapes his lips as you clutch onto his shoulder and hand.

He had to tear his eyes off your gleaming face. The way your eyes sparkled with laughter and your smile was wider than ever. He was so unbelievably in love with you.

“Flex.” You glance down at him with a lopsided, teasing grin.

“No.”

“Flex, Jobe.” At your groan, he finally gives in, but not without a small, reluctant eyeroll.

When the sound ends, he slowly eases you back onto the ground, his hands still planted firmly on your waist. “My reward?” He reminds gently, tugging you back into his chest.

With a soft laugh, your head turns to the side and tilts up, giving him just enough room to lean down and press his lips to yours.

likes, comments, and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future posts.

ᝰ.ᐟ tags @halfwayhearted @lechrts @be11ingham @sakashq @joaoflms @spidybaby @judebellenthusiast @piastri-fvx

[writerofautumnnights]

𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

✧༚ ˎˊ ˗ pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!oc 

✧༚ ˎˊ ˗ sumary: chance encounter. A lost tourist in Sunderland. A footballer’s unexpected kindness leads to shared laughs and a subtle connection. But the language barrier and a professional commitment keep things from going further—at least for now.

✧༚ ˎˊ ˗ warnings: english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes!

keara’s imessage: wow, it's been a few days since I posted the masterlist for The Unspoken Connection, and I'm finally dropping the first chapter! Sorry for the wait, but I hope you all enjoy this little sneak peek into Sarah and Jobe’s world! 💕 Taglist is below, so let me know if you want in! I’d love to hear your thoughts! 😘

masterlist

Sarah adjusted her coat and stepped out of the building where she was staying, her headphones playing a song that made her feel a little safer in the middle of all this. The day was freezing, and the wind stung her cheeks, but she was excited. The idea of exploring cities in the UK with her language school friends seemed like a great way to make the most of her exchange experience.

But, as always, things didn’t go as planned. On the subway, she tried to follow the instructions on a sign, but the station names and directions moved too fast for her to properly understand. The first time she asked someone for help, the response came so quickly that she had to force a smile and nod in thanks—without actually understanding a single word.

This is fine. You’re doing great, Sarah. You’ll learn.

She tried to convince herself while clutching a makeshift map scribbled on the back of a paper with an address on it. But the insecurity was always there, hidden in the words she still didn’t fully grasp.

Still, when she finally reached the right station, anxiety mixed with excitement. Her friends had invited her to explore a city near Manchester, and she was determined to have fun. Even if it meant traveling a few hours away, discovering new places had been magical—except for the moments when she fell into the language trap, facing how fast people spoke in their daily lives.

And now, alone in unfamiliar streets, with no phone battery and no real physical map to guide her, her words of encouragement felt emptier than ever.

"Great, Sarah. Rule number one of studying abroad: always have a portable charger. Rule number two: learn how to follow directions properly before getting lost in another country."

She let out a frustrated sigh and looked around, searching for any visual clues that might help her remember the way to the bar/club where her friends were waiting. The cold wind made her eyes water, but it wasn’t just the weather making her uncomfortable. She should have arrived at least fifteen minutes ago, but with no GPS or easy way to contact them, all she could do was keep walking and try to recognize a familiar landmark.

That was when, while trying to decipher a street sign in English, she bumped into someone. A sudden impact, followed by a muffled sound as her bag nearly slipped from her shoulder.

"Oh, sorry!" she hurried to say, her accent immediately giving away that she wasn’t from around here.

"It’s alright," a male voice replied, light and relaxed.

Sarah quickly looked up, expecting to see some random stranger, probably just as lost as she was in this maze of streets.

But what she saw nearly knocked the breath out of her.

Jobe Bellingham.

He was right there. In front of her.

For a moment, the world seemed to slow down, like everything around her had suddenly faded into the background, leaving only that familiar face in front of her. Sarah felt her heart skip a beat, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over her. He looked even more real than in the photos—his confident smile, his piercing gaze.

Like she had somehow ended up inside one of the fanfics she’d read weeks ago. But instead of being the author imagining everything, she was actually living it.

"I can’t believe I’m living a fanfic in reverse," she thought, irony hitting her like a slap. The kind of absurd thought that normally would’ve made her laugh, but she couldn’t. Her throat felt too tight to say anything.

She stared at him, trying to mask her shock, but her brain was short-circuiting, struggling to process reality while his voice still echoed in her mind.

His dark, curious eyes were fixed on her, and for a second, the confusion was mutual. He clearly had no idea who she was, but Sarah knew exactly who he was. Or at least, who he was in the football world.

Jobe was wearing a brown suede jacket, left open just enough to reveal the white T-shirt underneath. The sleeves were slightly rolled up, giving him a casual but put-together look. Black track pants with blue stripes added a relaxed touch, contrasting with the more polished upper half. It was the kind of outfit that showed he cared about how he looked—but effortlessly. A perfect balance of style and comfort. His hair, slightly messy, still managed to look perfectly in place, adding to that laid-back charm. The streetlights cast a soft glow on his skin, highlighting his sharp features.

Sarah quickly looked away, embarrassment flooding her body, desperate to focus on anything other than the growing chaos in her mind.

No, breathe, Sarah. Calm down. He’s just a football player. Just… the younger brother of the famous one. No big deal.

Fuck.

But he’s hot. And tall.

"It’s really alright," he repeated, stepping slightly to the side as if to give her more space. His tone was casual, easygoing, but Sarah felt something else beneath it—something unspoken, an unexpected kind of pull. He didn’t feel like a famous football player or someone untouchable. Somehow, he felt… approachable. And that made the whole situation even weirder.

She shifted uncomfortably, taking a few steps back. The words were stuck on her tongue.

How was she supposed to react? Should she mention the fact that she’d read fanfics about him? That would be ridiculous, right?

She struggled to mask the rising panic, praying she didn’t come off as some crazy fan.

Jobe frowned slightly, his curiosity evident. Noticing her hesitation, he gave her a small, amused smile.

"You alright?"

Sarah forced herself to look at him. So calm, so... normal. As if he wasn’t the biggest football star she’d ever seen in real life. She tried to steady her voice, figuring out how to act.

"Oh, yeah! Of course!" She spoke too fast, trying to sound confident, but the weight of her accent made it clear—English wasn’t her first language.

I’m here, he’s here, and no one’s going to believe me if I ever tell this story.

He looked at her with a mix of confusion and curiosity, not immediately realizing who she was or why there was tension in the air.

"You alright?" he asked. "You look a bit... uh, all over the shop. Need a hand? ‘Cause I can sort you out."

The speed of his words made her brain freeze for a second. Sarah understood English, but different accents were still a challenge—especially when someone spoke fast and full of slang.

She hesitated, her mind scrambling for a response. Say something! Say anything!

"My phone… died. And I… kinda have no idea where I am," she admitted, gesturing with her hands, as if that would help explain.

Jobe raised an eyebrow, his eyes shining with something that could’ve been sympathy or just pure amusement.

"So… you’re lost."

"Not lost!" Sarah quickly corrected, motioning to the street around them. "Just... temporarily... misplaced," she added, forcing a nervous laugh.

He glanced around, like he was trying to get a read on the situation. The wind made her hair move, and she quickly fixed it, but she didn’t dare do anything else except wait.

"Right," he teased. "Where are you trying to go?"

Sarah frowned, trying to piece together the right sentence. I can’t say I was trying to get to a bar with my friends and now, somehow, I’m standing here talking to Jobe Bellingham...

She shook her head quickly, pushing the thought aside. Not the time for this.

"I… need to find… some friends," she tried, still mixing up her words. "But… not knowing the way."

Jobe raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by her effort.

"No problem," he said. "Tell me where it is, maybe I can help."

Sarah hesitated. The last thing she wanted was to come off like some desperate fan using this as an excuse to spend more time with him. But the truth was—she really did need help.

She sighed and, before handing him the note, mumbled, "This is weird."

Jobe frowned, amused. "What is?"

"Oh, no, not you!" Sarah rushed to clarify, gesturing nervously. "I mean, the situation! Me, lost, and then… you. Not that you're weird, I just—"

Jobe let out a laugh, crossing his arms. "Honestly, this just keeps getting better."

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide a shy smile before reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper where she had written the address before leaving.

Jobe took the paper and glanced at it quickly, smiling when he saw what she had written.

"Oh, it's not far from here. I can take you there if you want."

Sarah’s eyes widened. She didn’t want to seem like an inconvenience, but considering that her only other option was asking random strangers and hoping to understand their directions…

"Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to…"

"Yeah, I know. But I want to."

Jobe didn’t even have to think much before saying that. It was instinctive, almost unconscious—a simple desire to extend the conversation, to enjoy her company a little longer.

He observed her for a moment, in a way that didn’t reveal too much but still allowed him to take in every detail. She looked beautiful. Actually, she looked absolutely stunning. The black outfit created a striking contrast against her golden skin under the streetlights, and the leather skirt paired with high-heeled boots gave her an effortless confidence. The gold jewelry reflected tiny sparkles whenever she moved, drawing attention to her gestures, to the way her hands followed her words.

But it wasn’t just that. The way Sarah furrowed her brows while trying to find the right words, how she gestured a little more than necessary to make up for the lack of fluency—everything about her had a natural charm that intrigued him. Jobe realised he liked that. He liked the soft accent that slipped into her English, the honesty in her eyes when she tried to explain herself and got lost in the middle of it.

He just wasn’t the type to show that kind of thing. Never had been. And if Sarah paid attention, she’d figure that out soon enough.

"Oh, I don’t want to be a bother! I just—"

"I already told you, no worries," he interrupted with a shrug, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Jobe." He extended his hand to greet her.

"Sarah."

"So, Sarah…" His British accent saying her name made her feel like a teenager, but she played it cool. "Consider this my good deed for the day."

She laughed, relaxing a little.

"Alright, Mr. Good Deeds… I think that’s how you say it." Jobe chuckled, making her smile. "Lead the way."

He nodded, already starting to walk and motioning for her to follow. As they walked side by side along the cobbled streets, Sarah tried to focus on the conversation, but her mind was racing. What was she even doing? She was walking next to Jobe Bellingham. The Bellingham younger brother. If she told anyone, no one would believe her.

She tried not to look stupid or nervous, but the effect he had on her was undeniable.

The conversation flowed naturally—at least until Sarah stumbled over an expression he used and had to ask him to repeat it.

"Wait, what does proper dodgy mean?"

Jobe blinked, surprised, before laughing. "Means suspicious. Like, well sketchy."

"Oh, I see. Sketchy," she repeated, mentally memorising it.

"Wait, you don’t know English slang?"

"I’m learning," she admitted, a little embarrassed. "It’s harder when I need information and end up talking to someone young."

Jobe observed Sarah’s behaviour as they walked, dividing his attention between the road ahead and the woman beside him. Her glasses kept shifting from one hand to the other, a clear sign of her nerves. But Sarah did everything she could to hide it.

"I reckon I’ll have to teach you then."

"Much appreciated."

Sarah caught herself smiling at him. She was starting to relax, but a part of her was still on high alert. The cobbled streets were narrow and charming, but she was so focused on not tripping that she could barely appreciate the scenery.

"You’ve got a funny accent," he remarked, a mischievous smile highlighting his dimple.

SHIT.

Sarah looked at him, trying not to get flustered.

"I know, it’s… I’m trying to improve. If I had my phone, it’d be easier—I can use the translator."

"Nah. Don’t worry, I get you. And it’s cute!" He glanced at her with a grin, noticing how carefully she stepped to avoid getting her heels caught in the pavement. "Just don’t ask me to talk like you, yeah? That’d be, like… impossible."

She laughed, relieved that he wasn’t making fun of her struggles. But then he dropped another phrase she didn’t understand.

"That’s kinda like ‘dodgy’, right?" Sarah asked, frowning slightly.

"Exactly! Look at you, picking things up quick."

Sarah smiled, feeling a bit more confident, but then she stumbled over her words, struggling to keep up with his accent.

"I just… I need to get better. And you—you all…" she quickly corrected herself, "make me nervous sometimes. Everything sounds different to me."

Jobe noticed her frustration as she crossed her arms against herself, and without making a big deal of it, he shifted his coat closer to her when the cold wind cut through the air.

"If you want, you can take my coat," he offered with a gentle smile.

She hesitated for a moment, brushing her fingers over the fabric.

"Thanks, but I’m fine."

"So, you’d rather not look like a penguin, then," he teased, making her laugh.

As they walked side by side, Sarah found herself reflecting on the moment. Jobe was being so… approachable. She never imagined a famous footballer like him would be this easygoing, this… normal. He didn’t seem anything like the celebrities she saw on social media. He was just helping someone who was lost, like anyone else would.

But it confused her. What was he even doing here? Walking with her, so far removed from the world of flashing cameras and headlines? Was he just being polite, or was there something more? Was she reading too much into this?

She pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the walk, but the insecurity lingered. She was lost in Sunderland, struggling to understand Jobe’s English, frustrated with herself for not being fluent yet. It felt like all the challenges of her exchange trip were piling up, and now this—this strange interaction with someone she knew was famous. It was almost too much.

"Tell me more about yourself," Jobe asked, pulling her back into the conversation. "Where are you from?"

She hesitated. "I’m from Brazil."

"Oh, sick!" He smiled, as if that was an unexpectedly interesting fact. "And are you liking England so far?"

"Yeah, but it’s complicated," Sarah replied, laughing a little. "But I’m learning. Sometimes I get frustrated with English… some days it’s really hard to understand everything."

Jobe seemed to pick up on her struggle and quickly cracked a joke to lighten the mood. "Well, you’re doing better than me. I wouldn’t understand a bloody thing if I tried speaking Portuguese."

"Oh, you don’t know what you’re missing," she teased, a bit of pride in her tone.

"Your mates really chose Sunderland of all places to visit?" Jobe couldn’t hide his curiosity. He could if he wanted to, but Sarah was exactly his type. She caught his eye. The way her outfit hugged her curves made it impossible not to notice. It was like one of the girls from his Instagram had just stepped into real life, right in front of him.

She was definitely his type.

Sarah adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, hesitating for a second before answering. “In Manchester, actually. But I came here with some friends. We wanted to explore a bit.”

He raised his eyebrows, intrigued. “So you left Manchester to come to Sunderland?”

She laughed. “Yeah, sounds kind of random, right?”

“A little,” he admitted, crossing his arms. “Not that I’m complaining, but people usually pick Newcastle or a bigger city. Sunderland isn’t usually at the top of the list.”

Sarah shrugged, amused. “We wanted to watch a football match outside of London, and someone suggested here because of a Netflix series. And well… now we’re here, and I still got lost.”

Jobe chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, I’m glad you were lucky enough to bump into me.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Lucky? You almost ran me over.”

He placed a hand on his chest, feigning indignation. “Now I’m the villain of the story?”

“I don’t know,” Sarah replied, pretending to think. “You like running, right? Maybe you thought you were on the field.”

Jobe smiled, tilting his head slightly, as if assessing her response. “Funny one, aren’t you?”

Sarah just gave a small smile, trying to ignore the way he was looking at her, as if he was genuinely enjoying their conversation.

“But anyway,” he continued, “how long are you staying in Sunderland?”

“Just until Monday. Then I go back to Manchester.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, nodding slowly. “So you don’t have much time to get lost again.”

Sarah laughed. “Yeah, that’s why I need to find my friends soon.”

The conversation remained light until, turning a corner, Sarah tripped on a loose stone. Jobe immediately grabbed her arm, preventing her from falling.

“Whoa! Are you okay?” he asked, a concerned smile on his face, still holding her arm for a moment.

Sarah wanted to hide inside herself. If it were possible, a blush would have spread across her cheeks, but she tried not to show any nervousness. “Yes, all good. I just… seem to be uncoordinated.”

He laughed softly. “No big deal. But hey, if you need more English lessons or balance lessons, you know where to find me.”

Sarah looked at him, her heart beating a little faster, but feeling more at ease. He was being much kinder and more fun than she expected from someone like him.

“I thought it was closer,” Sarah admitted after feeling slight discomfort in her feet, but quickly backtracked. “I liked your company, okay? It’s just… my boots, t-they’re not great.”

Jobe laughed at Sarah’s nervousness, making her bite her lip.

“It’s all good!”

When they reached the corner where the bar/club was, Sarah saw her friends through the window, waving excitedly.

“Looks like your friends actually found a place!” Jobe commented, stopping beside her.

Sarah didn’t want to go. She had enjoyed talking to someone who had the patience for her language slips.

“But you still haven’t told me… How did you end up in Sunderland?”

He laughed, as if it was an interesting question. “Well, you know, football. The team brought me here. But I thought that since I’m in the UK, it wouldn’t be too hard. How long are you staying in Manchester?”

Sarah thought for a moment, trying to choose the right answer. She knew he was trying to learn more about her without being invasive, but it felt strange to talk to someone so far from her reality yet so close at the same time. “I’ll be here for a few months. I’m taking the opportunity to improve my English and… figure myself out a little.”

Jobe looked at her with a spark in his eyes, more curious than she expected. “And what exactly brought you to England?”

She hesitated, unsure if she wanted to explain about the exchange program. She didn’t want him to see her as someone lost, but she wasn’t lying.

“It’s a bit complicated, but I wanted to see more of the world… and improve my English.”

“I get it. Manchester isn’t exactly London, but it’s a good place to focus, and there’s plenty to do.” Jobe paused, and for a second, it seemed like he wanted to ask more, but he decided to change the subject. “So you’ll be there for a while.”

“Yes, I think it’ll be a good experience.”

As they neared the club, Sarah looked at him. It was strange. She had just met Jobe, but their conversation flowed so naturally that it felt like she had known him for much longer. She wanted to enjoy the moment, but at the same time, she didn’t know what to do with this whirlwind of feelings.

“Well, here we are,” she said, trying to hide her nervousness. “I… I’ll go in and see if my friends are here.”

Jobe looked at her, still with that charming smile. “I’ll wait here. No need to worry, I’m fine.”

But Sarah had a sudden idea. She hesitated before speaking. “You… don’t want to come in and enjoy a bit? If it’s not a bother, of course.”

Jobe looked at her with a curious expression, the smile still on his lips. “Are you inviting me to go into the club with you?”

“Hmm, yeah… If you want to,” she replied, feeling a bit nervous but eager to seize the moment.

Sarah couldn’t understand why she was so nervous. Okay. The language wasn’t her strong suit, so her mind kept jumping between translating or forming sentences with the correct verb tenses, but this felt different.

She felt like a teenager. And Jobe loved seeing how he could affect her.

“I’d love to,” he said, with a tone that made Sarah feel more comfortable, but then he shook his head with a half-guilty smile. “But I’ve got practice early tomorrow. If I go in now, I won’t leave for a while, and my coach would probably kill me.”

Sarah nodded, trying to hide the irrational sting of disappointment she felt. Of course, he couldn’t stay. He was a professional athlete, had a disciplined career. Unlike her, still figuring out what to do with her life.

“Oh, of course,” she said quickly. “That makes sense. Discipline and all.”

Jobe tilted his head, watching her as if he were trying to figure her out. “You seem disappointed,” he commented, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Sarah laughed, crossing her arms. “Maybe just a little. But only because I wanted to see if you’d get lost trying to understand the conversations inside here.”

He let out a low laugh. “Hey, I’m English, remember? I have the advantage here.”

“Doesn’t mean anything. Depending on the accent and speed, I don’t understand Americans sometimes.”

Jobe smiled and shook his head, as if he was enjoying the conversation more than he should. Then, before the silence between them got awkward, he shoved his hands in his coat pockets and asked, “But tell me, where are you staying?”

“I don’t know,” Sarah answered without thinking too much. “I mean, I don’t know the hotel’s address. But it’s near the station. Maybe I’ll learn the name if I don’t go crazy trying to understand everything.”

He laughed. “I think you’ll be fine. But, just in case… you should give me your number. If you get lost again and need a translator.”

Sarah blinked, surprised.

Wait.

He was... asking for her number?

No, it must just be out of kindness. Or he says that to everyone. Or maybe he was just making sure she wouldn’t have to stop any more strangers on the street.

But why did she feel that flutter in her stomach?

She opened her mouth to respond, but hesitated. The truth was...

“I don’t know my number,” she confessed, laughing nervously. “I mean, it’s a new SIM card, and I haven’t memorized it yet.”

Jobe raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Okay, then just text me and we’re good.”

“My phone’s dead, remember?”

He let out a short laugh. “That’s true. So you’re completely unreachable?”

Sarah made a face. “Basically.”

“Rough, huh?” Jobe joked, shaking his head but not seeming bothered. “Do you at least have Instagram?”

“I do,” she answered, and before she could hesitate, grabbed his phone when he handed it over and typed in her username.

When she handed it back, Jobe looked at the screen and gave her a sideways smile. “Nice. Now you have no excuse if you get lost again.”

She laughed, but inside she doubted he would actually remember to follow her later. He probably knew thousands of people all the time. It was just a polite gesture.

“Alright, I’ll head off,” he said, taking a step back. “It was fun saving your night.”

Sarah rolled her eyes with a smile. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, winking at her. “But let me know if you need more English lessons.”

And with that, he turned and started walking away, while Sarah was still trying to process everything.

She walked into the bar, feeling a mix of excitement and disbelief. Why was she reacting like this? Just because Jobe Bellingham had been nice to her?

She mentally scolded herself. He was younger. And a famous athlete. What the hell was she thinking?

dividers by @cafekitsune

pictures from pinterest and ig

faceclaim: @/amaka.ae on ig!

[itgirlharmony]

Nina.rari & Jobe Bellingham Secret

Summary♡︎ Nina and Jobe have been in a secret relationship for 3 months now. Jobe wants to go public, but Nina is scared. Nina is also a nepo baby.

Photo♡︎ JobeBellingham & Nina.rari

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Nina gazed out the window of the private jet, the clouds rolling by like a soft, cotton blanket. Her heart felt heavy, a stark contrast to the luxurious surroundings. On her lap, her phone buzzed with notifications, mostly from her family’s business group chat, but all she could think about was Jobe.

“Hey, you okay?” Her sister, Mia, nudged her. “You’ve been quieter than a mouse. Did you finally realize you’re not getting out of that dinner with Dad?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Nina replied, forcing a smile, though it felt as brittle as the jet’s champagne flutes.

Mia raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lie. Mom, come here.”

Their mother, a striking woman with the same dark hair, slid into the seat beside Nina. “What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”

“Really, it’s nothing,” Nina insisted, but her mother was persistent, the kind of woman who could coax secrets out of a stone.

“Try again. I know you, Nina.”

With a sigh, Nina finally relented, “I don’t know if I should go to Jobe’s game tonight or stay in Dubai for the family thing. Dad will be disappointed if I miss it, but Jobe—he’s been wanting me there.”

“Follow your heart,” her mother advised, a twinkle of wisdom in her eyes. “Let your mind tell you where to go.”

Nina closed her eyes, imagining the roar of the stadium, the brightness of the floodlights, Jobe’s familiar grin. “I want to support him.”

“Then go,” her mother urged, and with that, Nina felt a spark of courage ignite within her.

She arrived at Sunderland Stadium, heart racing. The energy was electric, a vibrant sea of fans shouting and chanting. As she stepped into the stands, whispers swirled around her.

“Wow, she’s beautiful.”

“Is that Jobe’s girlfriend?”

Nina swallowed hard, the weight of their gazes both thrilling and terrifying. She spotted Jobe on the field, focused and determined. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling the love swell in her chest.

By the end of the game, she knew. She could be open about them.

Three days later, she booked a trip to Lapland, inviting Jobe’s family and her own. In the snowy wonderland, they snapped photos, the kind that perfectly captured their laughter and joy.

“Okay, let’s do it!” Jobe said, excitement lighting up his face. They posted the pictures, and when he tagged her, the reactions flooded in.

“Aww, she’s so beautiful!”

“Is she a model?”

Nina’s heart raced, a mix of elation and anxiety. She couldn’t help but smile at the compliments, even as some jealous comments crept in.

The following Friday, she returned to another game. This time, she felt different—confident. Fans waved, calling out, “Hey, are you Jobe’s girlfriend?”

“Yes!” she beamed, her heart soaring.

Denise, Jobe’s mother, hugged her. “I’m so glad you’re here, Nina!”

“Me too!” she replied, sharing snacks with Denise, feeling welcomed.

Jobe’s dad, Mark, nodded approvingly at her. “You’re a good influence on him.”

As the game ended, Nina stood hand-in-hand with Jobe, both grinning at the crowd. The fans cheered for them, acceptance washing over her like a warm wave.

In that moment, surrounded by love and excitement, Nina realized she was exactly where she belonged—publicly and proudly in love.

This is my first ever fic story. I hope you guys like it. ❤️

[blkvllygrl]

can someone please write a Jobe Bellingham headcanons!

[lateatnewyork]

SO...WHO'S THE WAG? 001

pairing: oscar piastri x bellingham!reader

summary: jude's older sister soft launches a guy, who he has no idea about

extra information: reader is a supermodel, shes 23, and shes super famous

fc: tyla

ynbellingham

liked by landonorris, sza and 609,284 others middle picture is me when mclaren invited me to the las vegas gp view comments

judebellingham wow i see how it is ➥ ynbellingham ur such a cutie jude ➥ user09 LMAO I LOVE YN jobebellingham when were u gonna give me that pic of jude ➥ ynbellingham um lets see... never? averageynlover bro idk if i wanna be yn or be with yn user05 SHES SO PRETTY LIKE I JS STARE AT THE SCREEN WHEN I SEE HER ➥ oscarpiastri real this comment is now deleted gigihadid pretty girl ➥ ynbellingham all youu kendalljenner come for dinner ➥ ynbellingham gimme a time and place bukayosaka thank you for your services with the jude photo ➥ ynbellingham 🫡 ➥ judebellingham BRO ynsno1fan the good genes literally run in the family

thetonightshow

liked by oscarpiastri, ynbellingham and 932,628 others YN Bellingham on the Tonight Show, she opens up about her longtime partner, her music career and who she's currently brand ambassador for! Check out the amazing and multitalented 23 year old exclusively on youtube! ynbellingham view comments

user09 SHES BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP FOR 2 YEARS ynschild WE HAVE A FATHER??? bellinghamsfan chat what is going on ynismother ok but her looks 😍 user58 the bellingham genes are too strong for us to rival 😞🙏 averageynlover EVERYONE FOCUSED ON HER BF BUT SHES LITERALLY RELEASING AN ALBUM ➥ user04 MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY

ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, jobebellingham and 1,893,482 others surprise!!! my debut album 'racing' is coming out on december 8th! andddd im going on tour next year on 14th march, tickets will go up on january 1st, ily guys 🫶 view comments

sabrinacarpenter i cant believe im singing with u🧎‍♀️ judebellingham im so proud of you ynn jobebellingham so proud to be your younger brother ynn oliviarodrigo IM SO EXCITEDDDD conangray december 8 come fasterrr sza you lowkey ate with those tracks gigihadid so proud of you 💗 kendalljenner cant wait ! krisjenner 😍 khloekardashian yay! imaanhammam catch me blasting it in the car anokyai blessing us with this alexanderasaintmleux im so happy lilymhe private show plssss mclaren playing this everywhere when it comes out user09 MOTHER averageynlover IF I DONT GET TICKETS rbrmylove CLAIMING 143 (i want you)

oscarpiastri

liked by ynbellingham, danielricciardo and 409,382 others yes shes (ethe)real view comments

user09 YOUR HONOR HES DOWN BAD ➥ rbrmylove HE CALLED HER ETHEREAL landonorris ok caption kinda cute ➥ landonorris but i thought i was ur only man???? ➥ landonorris r u cheating on me ➥ danielricciardo r YOU cheating on me???? ➥ landonorris oh maxverstappen 👍 ➥ user45 max ur so dry 😭 alexanderasaintmleux TELL HER TO COME BY SOON ➥ oscarpiastri she said yes 😊 alexalbon oscar has rizz confirmed?? ➥ oscarpiastri im surprised lily hasn't left u ➥ lilymhe me too tbh ➥ alexalbon WHAT op81loml IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS ➥ user49 wait who??? ➥ op81loml THE yn bellingham

ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, lilymhe and 603,481 others date night with the cutest person alive view comments

user09 SHES GLOWINGG averageynlover stop shes so cute landonorris 🧐 ➥ judebellingham 🧐 ➥ charlesleclerc 🧐 ➥ alexalbon 🧐 ➥ jobebellingham 🧐 ➥ maxverstappen 🧐 ➥ lewishamilton 🧐 ➥ georgerussell 🧐 ➥ ynbellingham ihu rbrmylove why is the whole grid in her comments alexanderasaintmleux cuties ➥ ynbellingham youu lilymhe pretty girl ➥ ynbellingham 🪞🪞 ➥ lilymhe date me. ➥ ynbellingham ok! ➥ alexalbon what. carmenmundt ur so adorable ➥ ynbellingham says youu ➥ ynbellingham leave george ➥ carmenmundt ofcc ➥ georgerussell huh kellypiquet marry me ➥ ynbellingham bet wheres the ring ➥ maxverstappen 😕 rebeccadonaldson leave him plss ➥ ynbellingham anything for u bby ➥ carlossainz ??

ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, judebellingham and 992,481 others thank you username on twitter for figuring it out view comments

judebellingham ew ➥ ynbellingham im telling mum ➥ judebellingham STOP jobebellingham 🤮 ➥ ynbellingham me when i see you landonorris stop being cute on main ➥ ynbellingham stop being annoying sabrinacarpenter no way a guy who goes vroom vroom in circles stole u from me ➥ ynbellingham barrykeoghan stole u first ➥ oscarpiastri my career is more than driving in circles ➥ barrykeoghan what did i do 😭 oliverbearman welcome to the family ➥ charlesleclerc hi daughter in law ➥ alexanderasaintmleux UR MY DAUGHTERRRR ➥ ynbellingham literally dating oscar for alex and leo ➥ oscarpiastri i see how it is lilymhe what if we do a double date except its u and me and them ➥ ynbellingham YESSS ➥ alexalbon what. ➥ oscarpiastri ^ gigihadid cuties kendalljenner adorable anokyai i love the both of u

oscarpiastri

liked by ynbellingham, nicolepiastri and 402,492 others she wrote an album for me you didnt view comments

user09 CONFIRMATION THAT ITS ABOUT HIM mclaren our favourite papaya couple 🧡 ➥ landonorris what happened to me and oscar ➥ mclaren 😶‍🌫️ f1wagsofficial cutest grid couple oliverbearman hes down bad ➥ oscarpiastri loud and proud liked by ynbellingham and 2089 others arthurleclerc invite her to family dinners now alexanderasaintmleux my daughter in law is so pretty ➥ ynbellingham aw ily alex alexalbon ok hes actually happy so i cant be mean ➥ alexalbon im also scared of yn ➥ ynbellingham good. jobebellingham pls tell me you have bad photos of her ➥ oscarpiastri i do (how much you willing to pay) ➥ jobebellingham thats great (200 bucks) ➥ ynbellingham OSCAR judebellingham couldve lived without seeing the 2nd pic ➥ ynbellingham couldve lived without seeing ur shirtless skims ad ➥ rbrmylove LMAO

a/n thank you for putting up with my mood swings in posting ly guys

[insidekatmind]

Losing Bet- Jobe Bellingham

Wearning: +18, slight smut, english is not my first language.

It was the first of November, and Jobe had accepted his brother Jude’s challenge for the famous "No Nut November". As usual, Jobe was competitive, and losing to his older brother wasn’t an option. However, there was a problem: you

You knew that every time you wore a short dress or threw him a more provocative look, you’d drive him crazy. And while he was striving to stay true to his promise, you seemed to enjoy testing him without even realizing it. At least, that’s what he liked to think.

---

4 November: the beginning of frustration

Jobe was lying on the couch, his PlayStation controller in his hands, but his eyes weren’t fixed on the screen. They were pointed at you. You were wearing a black dress, just above the knees, and you were setting up the table for dinner. The light of the kitchen lit up your body, making your skin shine like silk.

"Can you stop walking back and forth like that?" he popped, without turning away.

You turned around, raised eyebrow. "I’m just setting. Problems?"

"You’re... too close," he muttered, looking down.

You smiled, putting a plate on the table with theatrical slowness. "Too close, Jobe? Don’t tell me this challenge is already weighing on you."

"Absolutely not!" he replied immediately, the tone too defensive to be credible. "It’s just... it’s not easy to concentrate."

"Focus on what? Beat your brother?" You looked at him with a mischievous smile, approaching to whisper in his ear. " You know you can’t win, right?"

Jobe swallowed hard. "You’ll see."

---

10 November: tension grows

Things were getting worse. Every innocent gesture of yours seemed to amplify his frustration. One evening, while watching a movie together, you leaned against his chest, playing carelessly with the edges of his sweatshirt. Jobe held his breath, trying to keep calm.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, looking up at him, your innocent eyes staring at him.

"Perfectly," he answered in a husky voice. But the blush on his face betrayed the truth.

"Are you sure? You’re a little... tense," you continued, sliding one hand down his arm.

"I’m fine," he insisted, but his clenched jaw and clenched fists said otherwise. In the end, he stood up sharply. "I must... drink water."

You followed him into the kitchen, watching him lean against the counter, taking a deep breath. "You know, Jobe, you can give up anytime. There is no shame in losing."

He turned to you, dark eyes shining with fierce determination. "I will not lose. Especially against Jude."

"Not to lose to Jude, or not to lose with me around?" you asked him, tilting your head.

Jobe puffed, his hand in his hair. "" You... are the problem."

You smiled, and approached him until you touched his chest. "" Me? I’m not doing anything." You looked straight into his eyes, your voice a whisper. " It’s just me."

---

25 November: the deadline

It was evening, and you were trying on a new dress. When you came out of the bathroom, you found Jobe sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in your hands. As soon as he saw you, his eyes widened.

"What do you think?" you asked, turning slowly. The dress was tight, perfectly wrapping your curves, and your skin shone in the soft light of the room.

"You’re... incredible," he murmured, but there was a note of suffering in his voice.

"Thank you," you replied, moving closer to sit next to him. You kissed his cheek gently, but he did not move. When you tried to pull back, his hand grabbed your wrist.

"You can’t do that," he said, looking at you with a seriousness that made you hold your breath. " You can’t be so... perfect and expect me to stay strong."

"Then surrender," you whisper, your face a few inches from his.

Jobe closed his eyes, struggling with himself. "No. I can’t. I won’t lose to Jude."

"But you’re losing with me," you replied, letting yourself fall gently on his knees, your hands slipping around his neck.

"You don’t play clean," he muttered, his trembling hands stopping on your hips. "And it’s not fair."

"Right?" you bowed your head, your hair touching his face. "It’s not a matter of right or wrong, Jobe. It’s just a matter of what you really want."

At that moment, his determination collapsed. His hands were squeezed around you, and his breath mixed with yours as his lips found yours with an urgency that he had held back for too long.

You started to rub your hand on his cock making him moan loudly while sucking his lip making him moan and making Jobe raise your dress with urgency. You smiled and unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his boxer shorts.

You put a hand around his cock that was very hard and started to saw it and Jobe moaning swearing but stopped your hand. He wanted to hear you, he needed to be inside of you.

You smiled and lined his cock in your pussy and both of you moaned as he tried not to close his eyes feeling like your pussy was squeezing his dick.

"shit, I missed that feeling," said Jobe moaning as he squeezed your ass and started lifting his hips to fuck you.

You moaned and started sucking his neck, driving him crazy. He started moving his hips faster while he occasionally slapped your butt as he grunted.

---

The next day, at breakfast.

Jude walked into the kitchen with a smirk at Jobe’s nipples on his neck. "So, little brother, did you resist?" he said sarcastically

Jobe looked up at you, who was smiling innocently as you drank your coffee. Then he sighed, looking down. "All right, I lost. Are you happy?"

Jude burst out laughing. "I knew it! And you were so sure. I just wonder what made you give in..."

"You’ll never know," said Jobe, glancing at you with a complicity.

Jude smiled and winked at you to thank you for making you laugh*

[dorabellingham]

Kissing in the rain

warning: none

characters: jude x reader

summary: when you're arguing and you leave him talking to himself, but he follows you

may contain spelling and translation errors!

It was a gray, rainy afternoon in Madrid. The sound of rain beating against the windows of the house was constant, almost drowning out the tense voices inside. You and Jude were standing in the living room, arguing about something trivial —this time, it was about which route to take to get to a family appointment, but it could have been about anything else. In the last few days, it seemed like everything was a source of friction between you.

—I told you, the route I chose is faster! Why do you always have to complicate things?

You exclaimed, crossing your arms and looking at Jude in frustration.

Jude, on the other hand, seemed equally impatient.

—Complicate things? I’m just trying to help, but you never listen! Every time we have to decide something, it turns into this.

—Turn into what, Jude? I’m not asking for help. I just want us to get there without fighting!

You were clearly tired of that argument, but at the same time, you couldn't stop arguing.

The rain outside was getting stronger, the sky seemed heavier and heavier, reflecting the tension. The eldest Bellingham rubbed his face with his hands, taking a step back.

—You know what? You're always cutting me off, always making it seem like I'm the problem.

You huffed and turned your back, heading towards the door. You weren't going to stand there, arguing, when all you wanted was peace.

—Cutting you off, Jude? Stay on your route. I'll go alone.

You opened the door, and the cold air of the rain entered the house, messing up your hair and making your skin shiver. You knew it was stupid, that you were going out in the middle of the rain for a silly reason, but sometimes your emotions took over everything. Without looking back, you walked out the door, leaving the boy alone.

Outside, the rain was falling hard, soaking you in seconds. You walked fast, almost running on the wet sidewalk, raindrops running down your face, mixing with the tears you wouldn't admit you were shedding. You were angry, frustrated, but most of all, tired of how things always seemed to be out of control lately.

But after a few meters, you heard his heavy footsteps behind you.

—Y/n, wait!

He shouted, running towards you, completely ignoring the fact that you were both getting wet to the bone.

You stopped, but didn't turn around immediately. You stood there, in the middle of the street, feeling the cold rain fall on your body as you waited for Jude to reach you. The sound of the drops was the only sound that filled the silence between you for a moment.

He reached you, breathing heavily, his soaked hair making heavier drops of water run down his face.

—Babe... we need to stop this. —He said, his voice hoarse, as if he was tired of fighting so much. —This... we're always arguing over nothing.

You finally turned to face him, your eyes shining with anger and sadness.

—So why don't we stop? Why does it always have to be like this?

He was silent for a moment, running his hand through his wet hair. The rain continued to fall, harder, as they stared at each other.

—Because... because I care too much.

Jude finally answered, his voice low, barely audible over the sound of the storm.

You looked at him, surprised.

—What?

—I care too much, Y/n. That's why we fight. I want everything to work out, I want us to be okay... and when we start arguing, I just lose control.

He admitted, his frustration evident in his voice.

You were quiet for a moment, absorbing his words. Maybe you had underestimated how much your boyfriend cared, how much he wanted things to work out between them. You always saw him as the calm guy, the one who kept his cool while you exploded with emotion, but maybe he was just as lost in this relationship as you were.

You were about to answer, but before you could say anything, Jude took two big steps towards you and pulled you close. Without hesitation, he kissed you with an urgency you hadn't expected, as if he was trying to end all the fights, all the frustration, in a single gesture.

The rain continued to fall around you, and you felt his body against yours, warm, even in the middle of the storm. You let yourself be carried away by the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling Jude’s large hands holding you firmly.

The world seemed to stop in that moment. The fights, the friction, the arguments —everything disappeared the instant Jude’s lips met yours. And for a moment, you realized that what you were doing now was much more important than anything you had discussed before. That was what mattered, what you had with each other, the connection that, despite all the differences, always brought you back together.

When the kiss finally ended, you were both breathless, but he still held you close, your foreheads pressed together.

—I’m sorry, babe.

He whispered, his eyes fixed on yours.

You smiled slightly, your hands still holding his face.

—I’m sorry too. —You said, your voice soft. —I think we just need to learn not to let small things become a problem.

Jude nodded, letting out a soft laugh.

—And maybe we should wait to argue until it’s not raining?

You laughed too, shaking your head.

—Yeah, that might be a good idea, honey.

You stood there for a few more seconds, just looking at each other, as the rain continued to fall around you. You knew there would still be fights, there would still be times when you would disagree, but in the end, what you had together was greater than any argument.

—Shall we go home?

Jude asked, finally pulling away a little, but still holding your hand.

You nodded, and you began walking back, hand in hand, soaked from the rain, but with lighter hearts. This might have been the stupidest fight you had ever had, but in the end, it had served to remind you both that, no matter how much you argued, you were still in love.

Heyyy! I'm sorry for the delay in bringing this one shot, it's my first time having an iphone and all this is very strange to me but soon we'll be back to normal :)) Do you have any suggestions for new themes?

[lovemomhatepolice]

jude bellingham nswf alphabet (part 1) (minors DNI!)

navigation taglist requests

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Oh, Jude is very adhesive after sex. He likes to cuddle with you until you both fall asleep. He places gentle kisses on your head, shoulders and arms, in fact wherever he can. He always talks to you for a long time, whether everything was okay, how you feel, if you need anything…. Well, Jude is a great guy

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Jude is well aware that he is damn handsome. And not since he started being famous, oh no, Jude was already aware of that before. However, what he likes most about himself is his face, I think. He really likes the fact that he is similar with his family, which is so important to him, and he likes his looks. He is very fond of his dark brown eyes and his lips, which, according to him, have the perfect shape (to kiss you!!). As far as you are concerned, I think Jude is definitely an ass man. Of course, he loves your breasts, but your ass is definitely something Jude always looks past when he sees you. He loves to squeeze it, kiss it, everything, really. He always has his hands on her when you're somewhere together, and he's not ashamed to show it. Unfortunately, on the contrary, sometimes you have to correct him so he doesn't get caught up. And besides, he loves your whole face. He thinks everything matches perfectly - your nose size, eye color and lip shape, ay, this boy is drowning.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Jude Bellingham looks like a total creampie fan. I think he repeatedly stopped his seed at your entrance to watch it mix with your juices and slowly leave your body. But I also think he's too delicate to let his cum linger on your face, which is why he's not a fan of it. Even if you asked, there's no chance he'll let himself cum in your face

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) I think he likes it when you take the initiative. He often does a lot on his own, but the sight of you having fun with him in a way that no one else has ever done before, god. Jude is already on his knees and begging for more

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Nah, Jude is not very experienced. Well, after all, he's only 21 years old and hasn't scored any major ones on his relationship record. Therefore, everything you experience together is quite new to him. It was with you that he lost his virginity and began to discover what he likes and what he doesn't quite like But nevertheless he is a fast learner, he has become so skilled that if you met him for the first time, you would not be able to say that he is a fresher in these matters

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Jude likes to have you on top. Really, that's why the cowgirl position is just right for him. He likes you to take the initiative, however, alone from below he can also do a lot, especially since compared to him, you are in his hands like a feather. Another option is standing up - as I mentioned before, Jude is a fan of sex in the shower, so the standing option had to be practiced to perfection to make both of you comfortable and perfect

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) It depends on the moment. Jude is hardly a person who is against any jokes in bed or giggles, on the contrary, it even happens to him often. However, when your sex is heavily geared towards romance and the heat rising around your bodies, he rather tries to be serious and committed to the situation

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I think Jude is not completely shaved, but it is trimmed so that it is neat and not too much. He has dark curly hair, so I'm betting he has that all over his body too, so it might be hard to eliminate it. As for you, I think similarly. Either completely shaved or trimmed so that everything is neat and not too much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Bellingham can be truly romantic. He may not look like it, but he loves to plan your entire evening. First take you out for an expensive dinner with wine, then prepare you a joint bath with petals of your favorite flowers, followed by the intense sex you've both been waiting for all day. And then long conversations in bed and gentle touches...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) This often happens to him - mainly due to the fact that you often don't see each other through his constant trips to matches and life in other countries. He's not averse to pornographic movies, but since you've been together, he tends not to watch them. You prefer to connect together on the webcam and experience it from a distance, or he copes by simply thinking about the fact that you could be you next to him…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Honestly, I can't find any sensible kink to match Jude. He does not seem to be a person who is drawn in any particular direction. Maybe a creampie? Hm, I think he could watch with fascination as your shared juices of fulfillment come out of you…. Oh, and combined it with breeding kink? Well, what? He's young, but he can definitely see you with a pregnant belly in your future home together in Madrid

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Shower. Jude Bellingham shouts shower. Or possibly a bathtub, but definitely something on the toilet. I honestly don't know why, but it's what I associate with so damn much. Sex after the game? In the toilet. Sex with romantic candles and rose petals? In the bathtub. Sex without any occasion? In the shower. Well, don't say no. Jude definitely looks like a man who loves to take a bath together with you, and the opportunity to get close is even better

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) After the match. I don't know why. It's just that after a match, Jude is always, and I mean always, somehow more horny, and that's when you turn him on the most. Whether it's won or lost, Jude just needs to have his girlfriend in his arms after it Or the other option that turns him on is you in mini dresses. Well begging, the boy is already on his knees in front of you (or rather, behind you too)

A/N: next part will be here soon! i will be very pleased if you leave something behind - orders are open!

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

[cherrynflowergarden]

bf!jude headcanons || jude bellingham

bf!jude who loves being your passenger princess.

bf!jude who takes you to monthly book dates.

bf!jude who buys each and every book you want.

bf!jude who loves when you read to him. he would lay his head on your head while you read to him.

bf!jude who is a sucker for playful banters. your relationship is filled with teasing and laughing.

bf!jude who wears your hair tie around his wrist all the time.

bf!jude who is naturally affectionate. he's not too big on pda but will always have an arm around you. he needs to be holding you all the time.

bf!jude who is obsessed with kissing you.

bf!jude who will kiss you anywhere and everywhere.

bf!jude who does silly tiktoks with you for the price of a kiss.

bf!jude who goes on walks with you.

bf!jude who loves seeing you in his clothes. he grumbles a bit when his favourite sweater is stolen by you but can't argue because you look so adorable in his clothing.

bf!jude who loves when you come to his training.

bf!jude who dedicates goals to you.

bf!jude who loves to agressively kiss your face.

bf!jude who pats your head.

bf!jude who is a drama queen. he will literally pout when things don't go his way.

bf!jude although can't drive but will still go up to you to pull your door open.

bf!jude who definitely uses his football height and strength when you're being stubborn. he would manhandle you everytime you behave like a brat.

bf!jude who genuinely thinks he's gonna marry you.

[madridfangirl]

Drunken first goal celebrations

(Jude Bellingham one-shot)

Summary: Jude scores his first goal of the season, celebrates with his team and then with his girlfriend. Fluff & SMUT.

As the ball moved towards the net, past the goalie, the world stood still for Jude in those split seconds. 

The deafening noise of the Bernabeu faded in the background, as did the sounds of his team-mates calling out his name.

All he fixated on was the sight of that ball at the back of the net. Something that was a common occurrence for him last season yet was so hard to come by this year. 

It felt like his first goal all over again.

The overwhelming feeling was relief. The curse seemed to be broken. 

And then his teammates jumped on him and got him out of his reverie. 

Rest of the match was a dream. Madrid had won convincingly after a long long time. Hope was coming back to the fans and in the dressing room. All was not lost in the season, not yet.

Vini knew what that goal meant to Jude, as did the rest of the team. Special cuddles were awarded to Jude in the dressing room to celebrate his moment. Even though it was Vini’s hattrick, the team very much wanted it to be Jude’s moment. They knew how crucial it was for his confidence.

A special after party was arranged at Vini’s house. Filled with tequila and euphoria. Up next was international break so they had the luxury to let loose tonight. And let loose they did. The season had barely given them moments to celebrate and tonight felt like an inflection point of sorts. Jude wanted to soak in this moment.

In all honesty, Jude wanted to be somewhere else right now. With her. In her arms, as she spoilt him rotten. But Ananya had insisted he celebrated with the team first. That she would be waiting for him once he’s done. That this team bonding was important. 

And, as always, she was right. His wise girlfriend always knew the right thing to do.

An hour into the party (or maybe 2 hours, he couldn’t tell anymore), Jude decided he was done being away from her. He called his trusted chauffeur to take him to his happy place. Agnes knew exactly where that was, and helped him walk up the stairs so he doesn’t cause much ruckus and draws attention to himself. The man knew how that would get his boss in trouble with his girlfriend. Jude kept patting the cheeks of the poor man, while Agnes rang the doorbell and waited to hand him over safely (& quickly).

Roma answered the door, and Jude pulled her into a bear hug, almost toppling her backwards. Agnes managed to shut the door behind them and bolted away quickly. 

‘Romaaaaaa - what a funny name.’

‘Hello to you too, Jude.’

‘Sounds like Rome but also like mommmaaa???’ 

Roma struggled to break out of his hold as Jude swayed her from side to side.

‘If you hadn’t been instrumental in my team’s win tonight, I would have punched you for that.’

‘Punched me? With those baby hands? Haha so funny.’

‘ANANYA - come get your boy toy before I smack his pretty face.’

‘Aww you think I’m pretty?’

‘I think you need to let go of me RIGHT NOW. You’re stinking for crying out loud.’

Jude just tightened the hug. Roma was preparing to kick him when Ananya heard the commotion outside and stepped out of her room. In her night robe.

Jude’s grip loosened, and Roma managed to pull away from him, muttering under her breath as to how she needed a shower to get the stink off.

He pouted at the accusation, and walked into his girlfriend’s waiting arms.

‘Am I really stinking?’

He was. She wondered if he had remembered to take a shower at all amidst all the post-match madness.

‘Smells like you.’

His face split into a wide grin.

‘And you like it, yeah?’

‘I like everything about you.’

One could practically count all his 32 teeth with the way he was grinning.

‘You’re so cute. My doll is so cute.’

He sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek lovingly, as he buried his face in her chest. Clinging to her. Smelling her hair. Feeling the warmth of her soft body. The giddiness hitting him in loads. 

‘Had fun at the party?’

He nodded enthusiastically. It had been forever since she had seen that kind of joy in his eyes. She kissed his cheek again but he turned around to catch her lips with his, giggling into the kiss. The sound making her heart leap with happiness.

‘I’m so proud of you baby.’

‘Been a while since I made you proud, yeah?’

The note of melancholy in his otherwise cheerful demeanour didn’t go unnoticed. 

‘That’s not true. Your game is more than just scoring goals. You know that, Jude.’

 He nodded again, just not as enthusiastically this time.

‘Heyy look at me. You make me proud every time you walk on to that field and give your all. Your drive and passion is what defines you, not your goals.’

‘Not everyone thinks that way. You’ve seen the memes.’

‘Yeah, well, now you’ve snatched even that joy from them. You’ve shut them up, like I knew you would. It was only a matter of time. I told you.’

‘How were you so sure?’

‘Coz you’re you. And you’re awesome.’

She held his face with both hands and connected their lips again for a comforting kiss. 

‘Naaa you’re just sweet on me.’

‘That too. But you’re still awesome.’

The way he looked at her just then, with that puppy face and big doe eyes, made her heart flutter.

‘Say what you’re thinking. Don’t hold back.’

‘How do you know I…’

She cocked her head to the side, and he knew it was a stupid question. The girl knew him inside out.

‘I was starting to think if they were right. If I was actually a…..a…..’

‘One season wonder?’

She finished his sentence for him. When he kept looking away, she held his face and brought him back to face her.

‘It’s natural to have vulnerabilities and bad thoughts. But they go away much faster if you address them, and not sit on them.’

‘Were you a psychic in another life?’

‘Naaa I just pay attention when it comes to you.’

This time Jude leaned forward and she met him halfway for the kiss, tasting tequila on his tongue as he slipped it in her mouth.

‘Ummm how much did you drink?’

‘Not enough. Drink with me?’

Without waiting for a response, he pulled out a half-filled bottle of tequila from his backpack, took a big sip, grabbed her face and poured it from his mouth into hers.

The deep sudden intimacy of his action sent shivers down her back. She could tell his mood was shifting and they needed to move away from the living room to the privacy of her room. 

Once inside, Jude shut the door with his foot and straightway moved to untie the knot of her robe, but she grabbed his hand mid-way.

He blinked at her in confusion, still wobbly on his feet, while she just batted her eyes at him. 

Ananya looked him up and down - he was a proper meal right now in that brown leather jacket. Eyes deeper & softer in this drunken state, face extra puppy yet extra sexy, lips extra pouty as he tried to fathom her moves.

‘Wanna guess what I’m wearing underneath?’

That got his attention. Loud & clear.

His eyes roamed her form, searching for clues. The robe was hugging her curves tightly so he could tell there weren’t many layers or thick layers underneath. But he could’t make out her tits clearly so there had to be something underneath. He closed his eyes briefly, to visualise her body, and immediately knew the answer.

‘Lingerie.’

Ananya smiled appreciatively, leaning against her desk while crossing her legs, bringing his attention to her half-bare thighs.

‘Correct. Wanted to reward my baby. But but, which one?’

She cocked her head to the side again, letting her hair drop over her shoulder, testing all of Jude’s restraint. 

How was he supposed to guess which one? He had bought many for her, and she had many of her own too.

‘Want a hint?’

‘Yes please.’

That came out far too desperately than what he originally intended.

Ananya lifted her robe a little from one leg, letting him have a peak of the light pink embellished fabric.

And Jude’s mouth hung open, drool coming out of it. He knew exactly which one it was - he had sent a pic to her once, wanting to buy it for her but she had said it was too slutty and barely covered any bits of her.

‘I…this the one I picked? During Euros?’

She smiled again and walked over to him, pressing his lips with her index finger. Jude had to remind himself to breathe.

‘Was saving it for a special occasion.’

‘Mmm-hmmmm.’

‘Are you up for it though?’

‘Huh?’

Jude couldn’t understand what had gotten into her or what language she was speaking tonight. It was burning him to the core though.

‘You know, with all the drinking, you think you can…’

That’s when it hit him. Hard. 

Playtime was over. It was time to show her who the boss was.

Jude took off his jacket and threw it to the side, her eyes following the fabric with longing.

He walked over to her, grabbed her robe, pulled it open & yanked it off of her.

The sight of her in that barely there lingerie nearly made him cum in his pants.

He shoved two fingers in her mouth, driving them all the way in, making her choke on them. Then, he traced her bare skin with the tip of his wet fingers, leaving a trail of fire behind.

Starting to feel weak in the knees, she held his biceps for support. But Jude flipped her around, one arm around her boobs and the other sneaking between her legs. While his mouth made merry on her neck & shoulders.

‘Ju-de.’

Ananya threw her head back in pleasure, as he attacked multiple sensitive spots together.

Jude flipped her around again, moving his mouth to her cleavage, making her mewl.

He knew what she liked. For all her strong independent woman stuff, in bed she liked to be the girl. Wanting him to dominate, to manhandle her. To tell her what to do. And he loved doing that.

‘Good thing tomorrow’s a Sunday, yeah? Doll’s gonna need the rest.’

With that final warning, Jude threw her over his shoulder and on to the bed. He grabbed her leg, pulled her forward, flipped her on her hands and knees and stood behind her, admiring the view.

Given his pressing need, he didn’t even bother to fully take off his clothes. But took great pleasure in doing away with her skimpy lingerie. Lining himself up quickly, he thrusted inside without much preparation, trusting her to be wet & hot for him. And she was. 

Lust & alcohol messed with his head, as did her sultry moans. He bent over her, one hand on her hips keeping them in place and the other spread across her belly possessively.

‘One day….I’m gonna put babies in here.’

She gasped loudly, going numb at his words, which only made him thrust harder till she screamed for him again.

‘You’ll take everything I give you, all of me. Like a good girl, yeah?’

The bed creaked violently under his rapid strokes.

‘SAY IT.’

‘Y-yes.’

He leaned down to bite her shoulder, as his hand mercilessly marauded her boobs & nipples, sliding back to her belly.

‘Even when this is big, I’d still have you like this. Any way I want. Till the very end.’

‘Jude please…’

‘Please what?’

‘I…I can’t…’

‘Yes you can. And you will.’

He had discovered another layer to his passion, which led to another layer of their pleasure. Her sweaty body soon went limp in his arms, and he followed shortly after.

As she rested on her back, sore & spent, Jude laid his head on her belly, kissing it lovingly, and his words rang in her mind. He looked up, locking eyes with her tired ones, a promise deep within them, and her hands fisted in the sheet, knowing he’ll do anything to follow through & to get what he wanted.

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A blurb, as promised :)

As always, your thoughts / comments are most welcome!

Characters from Star Crossed Lovers.

[loviingpedri]

tripling the fun - jude and jobe bellingham

part 2 -> part 1 here

prompt: jude fulfills everyone’s dreams.

jude x fem!reader.

jobe & reader platonic soulmates

warnings: grammar issues, cursing, arguments (happy ending), jealous jude, all characters are fictional (except jude, jobe, and their parents)

click to help palestine

credits to owners for all images

salt air, and the rust on your door.

flower in your hair, feet in the sand, salty air entering through your nose.

joining the annual vacation with the bellingham family and your sweet parents, life felt as ease.

at least, for you.

jude was rapidly tapping his feet on the wood bedroom floor. hands in his hair, anxiety filling up his thoughts. jobe was seriously getting concerned.

“mate, you have two days. everything is gonna be okay.” sitting next to him on the bed, jobe put his hand on jude’s shoulder to get his nerves to calm down.

“i’m overthinking it now. what if she says no? what if she only sees me as a brother? am i being delusional?” he could feel his heart racing, and it wasn’t even the day.

jude was planning to ask you out. he felt like no other person who wasn't blood related to him could understand him, deeper and personally better than you. noticing over the past few years, he noticed his rising feelings for you. getting overexcited by the mention of you two hanging out. his cheeks heat up as the thought of you popping into his head. his resistance of trying not to pull you into a deep hug.

jobe, trying to comfort him to the best of his ability, was getting concerned. “jude, you seriously need to calm down. y/n is one of my favorite people in the entire world. have you ever seen her talk to anyone else? i mean seriously, her whole life involves us.”

“you’re not helping,” jude stands up from the bed, heading his way outside for a bit of fresh air. “i need a breather.”

walking across the sand to gather his thoughts, he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

admiring how your hair flowed in the air, perfectly shaped and painted nails coming into contact with the golden sand. your lashes slowly moving up and down as you blinked. he couldn’t grasp the idea of losing you.

“hey jude, what’s going on?” almost standing up, he quickly sat down beside you. “is anyone asking for me?”

shaking his head, “nah, everything is fine. i just needed to take a walk.”

noticing his body language, and how his eyebrows moved when he talked, something was wrong. “you seem tense. is there anything you wanna talk about? what’s on your mind?” you scooted closer to him, touching shoulders.

jude cleared his throat, a lump forming. “there’s nothing wrong. i just wanted to see the sunset. beautiful waves isn’t it?”

“definitely. i wish i could spend all day here.” resting your head on his shoulder, he began to control his breathing and heart rate. struggling to make a next move, he moved his arm to push you closer by your shoulder.

little did you know, your mother and denise were standing from the balcony, watching you two embrace each other’s comfort.

jobe holding his youngest nephew, who was pointing at the future couple, seeing what the future could bring.

----------the next morning--------------

"hey little one." jude picked up his niece and spun around.

"i found your stash of flowers. they look really pretty. are they for me?" catching a small glimpse of the gap of her teeth, jude couldn't help but laugh at the question.

"i would like to say yes, but they're for a really special girl. are you ready to go swim at the beach?"

a frown formed on her lips, "yeah, i guess so. i can't wait to build a giant sand castle that i can live there forever." she threw her arms up high in excitement.

"i don't know about forever, but i'm sure it's gonna be great."

a knock was heard on the door. the air felt colder as tension fell.

"hey jude, we're about to go." you gave him a warm smile, as he stood there in silence. he put the princess down as he went to go sat down on his bed.

he picked up his phone, texting jobe,

i'll be at the beach later, got to get my things together.

he took a deep breath. and for the next 30 minutes, he was trying to form the perfect plan. going out to the balcony to look for a special spot to set up a dinner. noticing splashes that seem far more intense.

getting a better view, he noticed you and jobe. jobe was hugging you from behind and throwing you into the waves. shared laughter echoing throughout the beach. he couldn't lie, the inside of the palm of his hands were sweating and getting white from the grip of the wood. he didn't wanna admit he was getting jealous of his own brother, but the timing was nowhere near perfect for things like this to happen. he has seen moments like this between you two, but it felt different. his head began pounding. he grabbed his towel and ran out to hopefully score a remarkable moment with you

smiles appeared on everyone's faces as he walked through the burning hot sand.

"jude, you're here!" you yelled as sounds of waves crashing and seagulls talking. he waved at you while he gave his mom his belongings for safe keeping.

joining you and jobe in the water, he felt off. in his imagination, jude felt like a mood-killer. the laughter died down, the sun no longer reflected off your skin. he felt like he caused something wrong.

clearing the air, jobe did little small splashes throughout the trio. jude stared at the smile that was on your face after jobe's actions. he felt anger race through his blood. impulsive thinking, he pushed the water right into jobe's face. jobe dodging the salt water in his eyes, he was confused on jude's sudden gesture. you ignored what just happened, because siblings can be siblings.

actions speaking more than words, jude became more aggressive. walking more towards to shore for safety, jude wasn't just playing around. he gave a jude a small but rough push to jobe, making him slip and fall into the water.

"jude, what the fuck." his eyebrows narrowed watching you trying to help jobe to his balance. you weren't sure what was going on, but awkwardness was following all three of you.

jobe cleared his throat, "do you know what we're having for dinner?"

"i think our dads are grilling tonight." jobe nodded as you played with the salt water. without any explanation, jude walked back to get the towel from his mom, and walked back to the house. jobe and you made eye contact in confusion, but just brushed it off.

walking to the shore, the three little children were playing with the sand. classic sand castle with wet sand circling it. picking up the baby boy, giving him a small kiss on his forehead, you could really see jude’s face written all over him.

“y/n, you should sit. the sand is cool under the umbrella.” jobe patted a spot next to him under the shade. sitting the baby down on your lap and hugging his tiny body, he pointed at the sand in jobe’s bucket.

“are you going to help build our castle?” the little princess with her pink hat was desperately trying to scoop a decent amount of sand in her flimsy shovel. jobe nodded his head, but we all know he loses the sand castle contest every year.

“y/n, guess what.” the girl said with a bright smile.

“what?” you smiled back, but more in confusion.

“jude has flowers in his room. i asked if they were for me, he said no. he said it was for someone special though.”

your lips made a small gap. you were shocked at the fact. jobe held in his breath. he was looking back and forth in panic.

“did you know jude was talking to someone, jobe?” he looked at you with slightly wider eyes.

frantically shaking his head, “no, of course not.” he looked at his mom for some help.

“did you know?” you asked denise.

she shrugged it off with a “no darling.” as she was playing it off. you were playing with the baby’s soft curls as your mind wandered off.

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“hey jude, how are you?” walking into his room and sitting down on the desk chair as he sat on the bed, scrolling through social media.

with an unexpected surprise, jude sat up. “i’m doing fine, how are you? you look like you got a nice tan.”

a slight giggle coming out, “yeah, it’s pretty nice. i just wanted to ask you about something.”

“about?”

“our lovely niece told me you bought flowers for someone,” jude instantly looked at you in your eyes. has his secret been busted? “i was just wondering who they were for. usually when you start talking to someone, jobe and i know.”

“oh, it’s nothing really. i bought them just because.”

“just because? you can’t be serious. have you met someone at the beach?” you got up from the chair and sat next to his legs on the edge of the bed.

“seriously y/n. they’re not for anyone. it wouldn’t be any of your business anyway.”

“excuse me?”

“why are you always in my business? i feel like you and jobe are spying on everything i do. and you try to get me to speak about everything. just leave me alone.”

“what the hell are you on about? we’ve never invaded your privacy. if you felt this way, you could’ve said something a long time ago.”

standing up in anger, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. everyone told everyone updates on their life, this wasn’t a secret tradition. surprisingly, jude would be the one sharing most of his life updates.

“you know what, you always take jobe’s side too. i feel left out every time. when i come around, you and him stop laughing and it gets all silent. i feel like i’m the bad guy.”

“jude, you’ve been acting fucking mental lately. i don’t know why you’re being like this, but you need to fix it. i asked a simple question, not a whole lecture from you.”

tears formed in your eyes as you went to leave the room.

“yeah, go run to jobe like you always do.” was the last thing you heard before slamming the door with a loud bam following it.

jobe was waiting outside the door, hearing everything. breaking down in his arms, you thought this vacation would be different.

----------the next morning--------------

the smell of syrup, eggs, and other breakfast goodies was lurking around the beach house.

not a word from jude after the argument. it wasn’t any surprise that everyone in the place heard what was happening. mark, jude and jobe’s dad, made sure to cook butterfly pancakes to try and cheer you up. something he loved doing for you since you were a child.

sitting down with a plate of eggs and toast, he placed the pancake in front of you with a little whipped cream in the middle. giving you a gentle pat on the back, you thanked him quietly. jobe sat down next to you, not wasting a chance to dig in.

all of a sudden, the hairs on your arms rose due to the coldness. awkwardness cooling down the food as jude walked into the room. jobe cleared his throat as he glanced at you before looking down. you continued to try and eat, even though he made you lose your appetite.

“morning.” jude said to his mom as he gave her a little peck on her forehead.

quick change of events as jude sat on the other side of you. it was normal of course, jude, you, and jobe. it was just unexpected that he pretended nothing happened.

everyone ate in awkward silence. except jude, humming and dancing as he ate. his mom looked at him in concern.

“what?” he questioned her, as she quickly shook her head no. “being awfully quiet this morning, what did i miss?” everyone looked at him in confusion.

“nothing, just eat.”

he threw his arms up, “hey, i’m not making this awkward. you guys are.” he got up and started washing his plate and fork.

he was right, we were the ones being awkward. it didn’t change the fact that you didn’t get an apology though. finishing up your breakfast, you forced yourself to approach him with your dirty dishes. putting it into the sink, you stood behind him, waiting for him to be done.

he slightly whispered to you, “it’s fine, i got it.” you nodded at him while you went to the balcony for a summer breeze. soon, your mother and denise joined you.

after a few hours of talking, you got a text from jude. reading,

hey, can we talk later? meet me at the beach in 2 hours.

you tried not to question it. yet, the thought lingered. jude always apologizes straight away after an argument. what made it different now? giving the message a thumbs up, you continued talking with the ladies.

“hey y/n, did jude text you?” denise asked you.

“yeah, he did. he told me to meet him in 2 hours at the beach, but that was about an hour ago.”

“oh honey, you should probably change then.” your mom chimed in.

“what’s wrong with what i’m wearing?”

“wearing pajama pants in hot sand is not very fabulous.” the two moms laughed as they rushed to put something together in your room.

after playing dress up through your suitcase, it was finally time to go. the sun was starting to set, the orange hitting the water perfectly. walking down the creaking wooden stairs, you weren’t sure to expect.

looking to your right, you hands flew on your mouth. a table surrounded with roses, forming a heart shape, was lit with a candle. standing there at the table was jude, with a bouquet of flowers. he looked very nervous.

walking up to him, you really admired the detail. you both started laughing at the sudden seriousness in the friendship.

“are you kidding me? this is surreal.” you hugged him and kissed him on his cheek.

“do you forgive me? is this too much? i didn’t know if the flowers were too much. i also didn’t know if you wanted sand in between your toes as you ate. i mean, i could literally get on my knees and beg for forgiveness. please, forgive me.” cutting him off, you placed a finger on his lips.

“of course i do. i could never stay mad at my best friend.”

“uh. ouch. i was actually going to ask you something. y/n, would you be my girlfriend.”

your mouth formed an ‘o’ shaped. he started tapping his feet in stress.

“i don’t see why i shouldn’t be.” dropping the flowers quickly on the seat, he hugged you.

in history of hugs throughout your friendship, this one was the best one. it marked a new beginning.

a new beginning of love.

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to one of my lovely supporters - @judesthighveins

[pedriache]

Could you write something for jobe. Maybe you guys gets into a fight and you’re surrounded by his family all day. They seem to notice the tension but doesn’t say anything but at some point or after a comment from him you break down and leave to be alone in your room. Leaving everyone shocked and surprised by the situation since you guys are very private. Maybe it could be during Christmas or a holiday?! Anyways if you want to. Thanks !

Never is a promise — Jobe Bellingham.

Pairing: Jobe Bellingham x Gn!Reader

Summary: After an argument and some back handed comments during a Christmas dinner, you’re left humiliated and upset, and you realize never was a promise Jobe apparently couldn’t keep.

Word count: 830

Disclaimer/s: arguing, yelling, & angst, ends happishly!

A/N: tbh idk where i was going with this

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you hiss, trying to keep your voice low enough as to not disturb his family that was in the next room.

Jobe lets out a low groan. “Yes, it is!” You’d been arguing for the past ten minutes all because you didn’t mention a job promotion to him before your family.

“Listen, Jobe. Seriously, it’s not a big thing! All it gives me is a higher income, other than that it’s not a big deal! Let it go.” You rub your temples, “can we please just go back to the table? This is embarrassing.”

The boy rolls his eyes, pushing his body away from the counter. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” He speaks through clenched teeth, glancing to the kitchen door before striding his way through it.

You follow after him, forcing a smile onto your lips as you take your seat beside your boyfriend. Tension flows throughout the dining room, everyone was on edge. It wasn’t like Jobe’s argument with you was subtle. It had started at the table before you had excused the both of you into the kitchen.

“So! How do you like the food?” Denise asks, a wavering smile on her face as she looks in your direction.

You mirror her expression, fork playing with the food on your plate. “Good! Thank you.” You nod, taking a bite although you had no appetite whatsoever.

Silence again. Deafening silence.

“So this promotion—“ Your lips clamp shut, eyes darting to your boyfriend. His jaw clenches tightly, a laugh of disbelief escaping his lips. You loved the woman, but she did not read context clues well.

“Yeah, tell them all about it.” He says sarcastically, eyes finding yours in a heat of annoyance.

That was your final straw. Your eyes flutter to the ceiling, blinking a few times to calm yourself. You slowly stand up, “I need to go take a breather!”

The second you left, making haste to your bedroom, Jobe’s parents, and Jude, look his way with disappointment evident in their faces. “Mate…” Jude sighs, “come on. It’s Christmas.”

Jobe takes a quick glance to the Christmas tree a few feet away, lips pursing tightly. “Stay out of this, Jude.” He was more annoyed at the fact that this was all happening in front of his family, than the original reason you were even fighting over.

Meanwhile, you were sat on your bed, hands rubbing your thighs as you took even breaths. You knew you should’ve told him. But in your head, the promotion wasn’t a big deal. It was small and nearing meaningless, but apparently not to Jobe.

He’d never gotten mad at you. He’d been upset sure, but mad? That was a reaction you had not expected. At the beginning of your relationship, a whole year and a half prior, he’d promised he would never hurt you, never raise his voice. And he hadn’t. Until now. ‘Never’ is a big promise, and you knew you shouldn’t have held it to such a standard.

The soft click of the door opening and shutting had your head snapping up, “What’re you doing?” Your eyes narrow slightly.

Jobe leans against the doorframe, chewing on his cheek. He lets out a long breath, hand running over his face. “Listen—“

“It’s fine.” You snap. You didn’t want to argue, just wanted it to go away. You wanted to enjoy the holiday, to pretend anything even happened.

Too busy staring at your hands, you only notice Jobe sat beside you when the bed dips and your body slips closer to his. Your thighs touch, but you are quick to scoot over. Your boyfriend sighs at the movement.

“I’m sorry, okay? I just wish you told me these things! They’re important to me, and you never tell me things anymore. I mean, it’s not just the promotion.” He clears his throat, “I don’t want to argue with you. I don’t want to fight and ruin the holidays.”

You look back to Jobe, “right. Okay.” No apology from you, which Jobe’s jaw ticks at, but he doesn’t say anything.

“So, we can go back? Talk about this later?” He suggests, playing with the strings of his hoodie. He doesn’t make a move to stand up, though.

Standing up off the bed, you nod. “Yeah, sure.” You begin to walk away, but you’re stopped when Jobe’s hand wraps loosely around your arm, pulling you back into him. His arms securing around your torso, keeping your back flush to him.

Held in his arms, Jobe’s head rests on your shoulder, placing a soft kiss there. “I’m sorry I got upset.” He murmurs, giving you a quick squeeze, which you reciprocate reluctantly. Your hands resting on his arms.

“I know.” You huff, “i’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the promotion.”

Jobe hums into your neck, using his index fingers to turn your chin in his direction. He gives you a dimple showing smile. “I love you, always. Even when I am upset.”

Now you were a little less angry with the whole situation, those few small words meaning more than a petty argument. “I love you too, idiot.” You add, giving him a playful scowl.

Likes , comments , & reblog’s are all appreciated. Let me know if you want tagged in any of my posts <3

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[writerofautumnnights]

THE UNSPOKEN CONNECTION — JOBE BELLIGHAM

☆ pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!oc 

☆ trope: age gap - language barrier - opposites attract

resume: Sarah moves to Manchester for a language exchange program, struggling with her English and hoping to find inspiration for her writing. When she unexpectedly crosses paths with Jobe, a 19-year-old football star, sparks fly—but the age gap and language barrier make things complicated.

can a connection built on misunderstandings and awkward moments turn into something real, or will their differences keep them apart?

as well as the translator, let's meet the lovebirds!

Sarah Lima ࣪⭑

👩🏽‍💻 sarah is a 27-year-old who’s navigating her twenties, still figuring out what she truly wants. She’s currently on a language exchange in the UK to improve her English and hopefully find a path that resonates with her—writing or maybe even arts. She's a bit of a dreamer, loves watching romantic comedies, and has a deep connection to her family, especially her dad. Sarah's not your typical fan, but she has a soft spot for football and knows Jobe Bellingham as the younger brother of one of the most famous players. She’s fun, energetic, and constantly curious about the world. But, deep down, she's trying to find her place.

Jobe Bellingham ⭑

⚽️ the 19-year-old football sensation, is making a name for himself at Sunderland. Known for his skills on the field and his ability to stay cool under pressure, Jobe’s also a man of mystery, keeping his private life behind closed doors. He’s a bit of a perfectionist, always pushing to be better but often battling his own insecurities. Despite his fame, he’s trying to navigate life in the shadow of his brother's success. Jobe’s charming, confident, but a little guarded when it comes to love. His heart’s not ready to settle, but maybe meeting someone like Sarah could change that.

Their worlds collide when Sarah, in a twist of fate, ends up in Sunderland. Sparks fly—though neither is sure they’re ready for what comes next. What starts as a chance encounter quickly turns into something neither of them expected, and as their relationship evolves, they’ll both have to face their insecurities and open up in ways they never thought would happen.

✧༚ ˎˊ˗ info about The Unspoken Connection !

series warnings: language, a bit of angst, awkward flirting, football fan culture, hints of romance, some miscommunication (because who doesn’t love a good misunderstanding?), mentions of social media and fandom, a touch of drama, and possibly a slow burn (just a little!). Definitely a "will they, won’t they" situation.

 inspo: this idea is inspired by the unpredictable twists life throws your way—meeting someone who feels like you’ve known them forever, but also like they’re a stranger. Add a little football obsession, quirky fandom moments, and some serious self-discovery, and you've got yourself a fun ride. Also, the song Love Language by Kehlani was a major inspiration, setting the tone for the connection between the characters!

keara’s imessage: Hey y’all! First time I’m posting about my original characters on here, I’m so excited 🤩. I promise not all the lyrics will be directly related to the plot, but I’m all about the energy and vibe—so expect that to set the tone for the story. The vibe? Some awkward moments, a little too much social media lurking, and some football player drama (you know the kind). I'll keep the humor flowing and hope you’ll enjoy the ride. I don’t have a set schedule yet, but stay tuned for more chapters and updates—let’s dive in!

This content may include some adult or sexual themes. If you're underage, please be mindful and skip this one. Thanks for understanding!

P.S.: Please excuse any mistakes in the writing, English isn't my first language. Hope it’s still fun to read!

taglist: since I don’t have a solid audience yet, let me know if you’d like to be tagged in our future fics!

dividers by @cafekitsune

pictures from pinterest and twitter

faceclaim: @/amaka.ae on ig!

THE UNSPOKEN CONNECTIONS ! ✨

1. FIRST ENCOUNTER √

2. LOST IN TRANSLATION √

3. IN THE MOMENT √

4. GETTING CLOSER

coming soon!

5. CONFUSION

coming soon!

6. SELF-REFLECTION

coming soon!

7. THE SEPARATION

coming soon!

8. THE REALIZATION

coming soon!

9. TAKING A CHANCE

coming soon!

10. HAPPY ENDING

coming soon!

last update: april 6, 2025

keara 💋

[itgirlharmony]

One Night in Santorini - Jobe Bellingham & Saudiah

Summary: A chance encounter in Santorini leaves Saudiah with more than just memories—seven months later, she’s raising their baby alone. When fate brings her face-to-face with Jobe Bellingham at a Football game in London, buried feelings and new responsibilities collide as they navigate parenthood and the possibility of something more.

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Photo Credit: @Jobebellingham & @saudiahB

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The sun dipped low over Santorini, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, as laughter echoed through the vibrant streets. You felt the electric buzz in the air, the thrill of the unknown. There, amidst the laughter, was Jobe Bellingham, his handsome face framed by tousled hair, his London accent wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

“Fancy a drink?” he had asked, that charming grin lighting up his features. You nodded, swept up in the moment, unaware of the whirlwind that was about to ensue.

Fast forward seven months. You sat in your cozy Los Angeles apartment, a soft cooing echoing from the crib. Ami, your precious baby girl, was the light of your life, but the memories of that night in Greece haunted you. You never knew Jobe’s last name, never got his number, but a part of you clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he would reach out.

When you posted the maternity photo on social media with the caption, “GIRL MOM 🍼,” you felt a mix of vulnerability and strength. The likes poured in, but the one you longed for remained absent. You could almost feel his eyes on your posts, the way he had stalked your social media from a distance, too scared to take the plunge.

A trip to London with Ami brought unexpected surprises. You decided to take her to a Sunderland soccer game, your heart racing with anticipation. The crowd roared, excitement palpable in the air, but your thoughts were elsewhere.

After the match, you spotted him. Jobe. He was surrounded by friends, laughter bubbling around him, yet his eyes locked onto yours. The world around you faded as you approached him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Jobe!” you called out, your voice cutting through the noise.

He turned, confusion etched across his face. “Saudiah? Is that you?” His gaze dropped to the baby in your arms. “Is that...?”

“Yes,” you replied, your breath catching. “Her name is Ami.”

A long silence settled between you, heavy with unspoken words.

“Can we talk?” you finally managed, the desperation leaking into your tone.

“Sure, um... let’s find somewhere quieter,” he said, leading you away from the throng of fans.

You found a secluded corner, the stadium lights flickering above. Jobe ran a hand through his hair, the tension radiating from him palpable.

“I can’t believe it,” he muttered, still trying to process. “You never mentioned...”

“I didn’t know who you were. Just a handsome face and a charming accent,” you replied, your heart racing. “But I felt something that night.”

“Me too,” he admitted, his eyes searching yours. “I’ve been following you online. I wanted to reach out, but...”

“But what?” The urgency in your voice made him flinch.

“I was scared. I didn’t know how to approach this,” he confessed, running a hand over his face. “I want to be a part of Ami’s life, if you’ll let me.”

Your heart soared and sank simultaneously. “Co-parenting could work, but it’s not easy. Are you ready for this?”

“Yeah. I want to be there for her, for you,” he said firmly. “I’ll talk to my family. Jude will be excited to meet her.”

You nodded, relief flooding through you. “Let’s take it one step at a time.”

Days turned into weeks as you settled into London. Jobe was present, attentive, and the bond between him and Ami blossomed. You watched them together, his laughter ringing through your apartment as he played with her.

One night, you both sat on the sofa, Ami asleep in her crib.

“Do you think we can make this work?” he asked, his gaze serious.

“I hope so, Jobe. It’s a big responsibility,” you replied, the weight of your words hanging in the air.

He leaned closer, determination in his eyes. “I promise, I’ll do everything for her. For us.”

In that moment, you realized that power doesn’t come from control; it comes from vulnerability, from the willingness to face the unknown together.