Videogames- Jobe Bellingham
Wearning: +18, slight smut, teasing
You are sitting comfortably on the sofa of Bellingham’s house, legs crossed and a light blanket covering your knees. The gaze fixed on the figure of Jobe, who is in the center of the living room, the tense posture and the glued look at the TV screen. He’s playing FIFA with almost maniacal intensity, hands holding the controller tightly, fingers moving quickly on the keys.
"No way! Come on!" he slams, throwing his head backwards and then tilting it forward in frustration. He passes his hand through his curly hair, pulling it slightly, breathing heavily. His opponent has just scored, taking the lead.
Smile between yourself, putting your chin on your hand and watching carefully. There is something magnetic about the way he moves, his restless gestures. The muscles in his arms strain every time he moves, and that severe line of eyebrows gives you a slight shiver down your back. "How beautiful you are when you get angry," you think, but you just keep silent so as not to distract him.
"Come on, this is pure scripting!" he exclaims, leaning forward with wide eyes. "Look, they make me pass the ball as if it were of butter! But what is it?!" He turns for a moment towards you, as if he was seeking understanding. "You see it? You see it, don’t you?" he asks, pointing to the screen.
Hold a laugh and raise your hands in surrender. "I see it, I see it, love. But maybe it’s just you who is playing badly?" Provoke him with a mischievous smile.
"Ah, so you’re also a coach now, huh?" he replies in an ironic tone, throwing yourself a look of defiance. Her dark eyes sparkle with competitiveness. "Come here, take the controller and let’s see how good you are".
"No, no, thank you. I’m fine watching you here," you say amused, holding yourself in the blanket. "You’re much more interesting to watch when you get nervous like that".
You get a laugh and he throws you a threatening look, but the smile that is drawn on his lips betrays him.
"Ah, you like to see me suffer, huh?" he says with a half smile, returning to focus on the game. His eyes tighten and his jaw contracts. The vein on his temple is slightly visible, and you bite your lower lip without even noticing. You find him incredibly charming like that, with that look of a boy who doesn’t accept defeat.
"It’s not suffering, it’s passion", replicates with theatrical tone, spreading the arms as if you were describing a work of art. "And passion is very good on you, Jobe."
"Stop..." mumbles, but his ears are slightly red. He doesn’t need to look at you to know that you’re smiling with that smug air. "If I keep losing it’s your fault," he adds in an accusatory tone.
"My fault?" you raise your eyebrows with fake indignation. "I’m sitting here quietly enjoying the show." Make a theatrical gesture towards him. "You’re the one who lets my beauty distract you".
"Ah, so you are also modest, as well as a coach, actress and professional observer," he replies with sarcasm. "This house is too small for your ego, you know?"
"And for yours, mister "It’s never my fault?"" you reply quickly, crossing your arms with an air of defiance.
He glances at you, the corners of his lips slightly lift. "Okay, that was good..." he admits, chuckling. "But seriously, I swear the game hates me today."
"Or maybe you just have to accept that you’re not always the best?" you challenge him, tilting your head to one side with a sweet but provocative smile.
He turns slowly towards you, controller down, dark eyes staring at you with an intensity that makes your heart beat faster. "My girl, watch your language," she says with a dangerous calm, but the shadow of a smile plays on her lips.
"Oh, what a fear..." you reply, looking at him with an air of defiance. "What are you doing, you’re punishing me?" He presses, raising an eyebrow.
Jobe squints, and for a moment, with the controller still in his hand. He approaches slowly, like a predator who has just spotted his prey. You remain still, but your breath becomes slower, deeper. The tension between you is palpable, like a tense rope ready to break.
"I could do it, you know?" he says in a low and deep voice, his face a few inches from yours. "And you wouldn’t even have the courage to stop me."
You stare at him, the smile that does not leave you. "Then do it..." whispers, openly challenging.
For a moment, time stands still. His eyes go from your eyes to your lips, and you feel the heart beating wildly in your chest.
Jobe remains still for a moment, his breath calm but his body tense, as if he was deciding whether to follow that challenge, that tension that has accumulated between you. The eyes that stare at you no longer seem to be looking for an answer, but a reason to come closer. Then, without warning, he comes even closer, so that you can feel the warmth of his skin against yours, his breath touching your face.
With a slow but steady movement, his hand finds your face, gently stroking it, while his gaze slides to your lips. Feel the heartbeat accelerate, tension become palpable, charged with desire and challenge. The atmosphere in the room seems to change, every external sound fades into a background noise that disappears, leaving only you two, immersed in that moment.
"I can’t stand it anymore," Jobe whispers, his voice warm and deep. With a determined movement, he lowers his head, and without further words, joins his lips to yours in an intense, stolen and urgent kiss. His lips move against yours with a sweetness that mixes with growing passion, as if every second that passes without kissing you has been too long.
Feel the beat of his heart accelerate as his hands move over your shoulders, holding you closer. Your body adapts to its own, and you find yourself responding with the same intensity, the desire growing more and more. His fingers caress your skin, and the heat you feel completely envelops you, negating any rational thought.
The kiss becomes deeper, more ardent, as if the world around you no longer exists. Every movement is natural, as if all you wanted was to be together in that moment, without thinking of anything else. When they finally come off, both of them slightly gasping, Jobe smiles with that smile that makes your heart beat fast.
"See?" he says with a mischievous smile. "I told you I would punish you."
You laugh, your breath still irregular, while your gaze becomes sweeter. "I think you’ve won, Jobe."
He hears those words, with a mischievous smile playing on his lips, grabs the PlayStation controller with one hand, but the movement is so fast and decisive that the device slips out of his hand and falls to the ground with a sharp noise. His attention is completely taken by you, and as soon as the controller is down, he comes back to you with determination.
"I don’t need this anymore," he mutters, pointing to the forgotten controller. Before you can say anything, he gently takes you in his arms with force, lifting you from the ground in a strong gesture, but with a sweetness that makes you smile.
You’re speechless for a moment, but the feeling of being in his arms is so familiar, so sure, that you find yourself cuddled in his embrace. Jobe easily takes you to the couch, never taking his eyes off you, and he makes you sit gently on him, making you feel the warmth of his body that envelops you.
You find yourself with your legs slightly spread apart, right above him, while his hands go up your back, stopping to hold you tighter. The air you breathe is filled with desire, and his eyes, which stare at you intensely, are full of passion and a hint of challenge.
Without saying a word, Jobe approaches again, and his lips find yours in an even more intense, urgent kiss. His hands move quickly to caress your hips, his body responding to your movement, while you lean against him, feeling every breath.
Every thought that he has seems to vanish, the game, the frustration, everything is forgotten while you too let yourself go completely to his embrace, to his kisses that never stop amaze you. His tongue explores yours with a sweetness that mixes with passion, and you find yourself responding, giving in completely to the moment.
The outside world no longer exists. In that small corner of the room, you and Jobe are completely immersed in each other, forgetting everything. The sound of the now interrupted game seems far away, while every breath, touch and kiss become more intense, more necessary.
The game no longer matters. Now, there is only Jobe and you, in your perfect little world, where everything is suspended in an instant that you do not want to finish.
Jobe, with his breath still irregular, let your lips for a moment, but his eyes do not come away from yours. Her gaze is full of desire, and a slight grimace of pleasure draws on her face as she slowly slips with her lips down your jaw. Feel its warm breath against your skin as it approaches your neck, and a shiver runs down your back.
His hands still hold you, one leaning against your back and the other gently caressing your side, while with his lips he slowly explores your neck, making you feel a warmth that envelops you. Each of his kisses is soft and slow, but full of passion, and you find yourself closing your eyes, completely abandoning yourself to the moment.
Feel the beat of his heart accelerate under your hands as it makes its way down your neck, his lips stopping just below your ear, gently touching it. The touch makes you tremble, and you can’t hold back a small sigh of pleasure.
"You’re incredible," Jobe mumbles against your skin, his voice low and veiled by desire. Her hands slide lower, stopping on your side, while her kiss continues, alternating slower and more decisive movements, as if she wants to explore every corner.
You let go completely, the head tilting to one side to offer more space, and the breath becoming deeper and deeper. The feeling of its skin against yours, its presence so strong, makes you forget everything around you. There is nothing else, nothing that can distract you now.
Jobe, still with that smile that betrays an uncontrollable desire to continue, he just moves away to look you in the eye. "I want you, you know?" Says with a tone so full of passion that makes your heart beat madly.
You stop for a moment, your breath a little tight, but the smile that escapes you is all you need. " I know," you whisper, your voice full of desire, "and I want you too."
Jobe, hearing those words, smiles with a smile that exudes satisfaction and desire. Her eyes get darker, more intense, and before you can add anything else, she catches you again with a kiss that is anything but soft. His lips open on yours with a force that makes you tremble, and immediately his hands move to grab you more firmly, holding you to himself.
His kiss is enveloping, deep, as if he wanted to take over every part of you. Feel the passion that grows between you, and without even thinking about it, your hands move towards his neck, gripping him as you let yourself go completely to its intensity. Your heart beats hard in your chest, and every sensation seems amplified, each touch more charged, each breath more intense.
Jobe does not stop, continuing to kiss you with the same urgency, while his body comes even closer to yours, making you feel every line, every muscle. His hand gently slides on your back, bringing you closer and closer to him, as if he wants to merge with you.
The atmosphere between you is so charged, so tense with desire, that the rest of the world seems to fade away. Every movement is like an unspoken promise, every kiss an exploration of what you both want. His breath is quick and deep, while his lips are only detached for a moment, to whisper in a hoarse voice: "Don’t stop telling me these things."
The smile he responds to is a mixture of sweetness and impatience. Then, without saying anything, he starts kissing you again, more deeply, more intensely, letting every feeling overwhelm you, making you lose control and everything.
While you were letting her kiss lull you started to squirt on his cock and he moaned in the kiss as she dropped her hands on your butt making you move more.
You kept moving on him feeling his hard dick dressed becoming more and more as you kept rubbing yourself and he started raising his hips rubbing himself as well as you kept kissing.
"So beautiful" Jobe whispered near your lips and you could only groan referring and kept moving more while he occasionally slapped your ass making you more needy.
"Jobe please" you prayed close to his lips while you could hear his little smile. "come baby girl I know you want to cum" Jobe whispered in a husky voice as he helped you rub more and more.
Hearing his husky voice that excites you even more you came making a wet stain on the pants of his suit and he smiled.
You kissed him again as you kept moving and wanting more, and he bit your lip making you moan. "strip for me love" he said and you immediately listened.
