he stepped closer, his hands sliding over your shoulders to help rinse the shampoo from your hair. his touch was gentle at first, but his fingers slowly drifted down your back, tracing your spine.
âyou look good,â he murmured.
before you could reply, his hands gripped your waist and he pressed his body against yours from behind.
you felt his cock, already hard, nestling between your ass cheeks.
can you write a jobe bellinham fluff? after dortmund loses a game and needs reader to comfort him. maybe hes like really taking it to heart after people heckle him about his brother
usually, even after losses, heâll send you something. but today, nothing.
when he finally gets home, he doesnât kiss you or flop onto the couch.
he just drops his bag by the door and stands there for a second. that was when you immediately know somethingâs wrong.
âhey.â
he looks up and forces a smile. âhey.â
âbad game?â
âguess,â he shrugs.
your heart sinks a little. his voice sounds flat.
it takes almost an hour before he finally talks about it.
the two of you are lying in bed together and youâve got your head resting against his shoulder while he stares up at the ceiling.
overthinking.
you can practically hear it.
âthey were singing about him again.â
you already know who.
jobeâs older brother, jude.
âevery away game itâs something. if i make a mistake, iâm the worse bellingham,â he stares at the ceiling. âif i play well, people say iâm only getting attention because of him. so kind of impossible to win.â
âjobe.â
âi know theyâre idiots.â
âthen why are you listening?â
âbecause theyâre loud.â
you move closer instantly, wrapping an arm around his stomach.
âcome here.â
he doesnât argue or make a joke. he just turns toward you immediately, burying his face against your neck.
your heart absolutely breaks because jobe is usually so good at pretending things donât get to him.
you run your fingers slowly through his hair.
âyouâre sitting here upset because people compare you to jude.â
âyeah.â
âbut jude would probably kill someone if they compared him to you after tonight.â
that gets a tiny laugh.
âhe would not.â
âhe would.â
you continue scratching lightly through his hair.
âdo you know what your brother says every interview?â
âdonât,â he groans immediately.
âseriously.â
âplease donât quote jude at me.â
âhe literally never shuts up about how proud he is of you.â
âokay.â
âevery single chance.â
âokay.â
âitâs actually annoying.â
he smiles, hiding his face deeper into your shoulder immediately afterward.
âthere he is.â
âshut up.â
âno.â
his breathing slowly evening out while your hand keeps moving through his hair.
âwhat if theyâre right?â
âabout what?â
âwhat if iâm never as good as him?â
âyou are not supposed to be jude, youâre supposed to be you and people who matter already know that.â
you brush your thumb lightly against his cheek.
âand for the record, i like this bellingham better.â
that finally makes him smile. âbiased.â
âextremely.â
he leans forward and presses a kiss against your forehead then one against your cheek just because, clingy.
he closed the door softly this time and stood there for a long moment, not speaking.
the silence stretched until he finally broke it.
âiâm sorry,â he said, voice low. âi shouldnât have yelled. i was tired and took it out on you.â
you didnât answer right away, still holding onto the hurt.
he crossed the room slowly, stopping just in front of you.
âlook at me,â he murmured.
when you finally lifted your gaze he reached down and gently cupped your chin.
âi love you more than the game, more than anything and i hate fighting with you.â
you stood up, bodies now close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. he didnât move away and instead his hand slid to the back of your neck, thumb stroking softly.
his lips were soft but insistent, parting yours as his tongue slipped inside, deepening the connection.
you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him even closer, bodies pressing together tightly and the fight melted away with every second of contact, replaced by heat that built quickly between you.
he walked you backwards toward the bedroom without breaking the kiss, hands roaming over your back and down to grip your ass, squeezing possessively.
when the back of your knees hit the bed you fell onto it together, his weight settled over you.
âlet me make it up to you.â
âokay,â you whispered.
he breathed against your neck before kissing down the column of your throat, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin until you moaned softly.
his hands worked quickly, peeling off your clothes piece by piece, lips following every newly exposed area and when he reached your chest, he took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while his fingers teased the other.
you arched into him, fingers threading through his hair.
you tugged at his shirt impatiently and he sat up long enough to pull it off, revealing the sculpted muscles of his torso, abs tight from training.
your hands explored him greedily, tracing every ridge and dip.
he groaned when your fingers dipped lower, brushing over the growing bulge in his pants.
he returned to you, naked skin against naked skin.
his mouth found yours again while one hand slipped between your legs, fingers gliding through your wetness.
he circled your clit slowly at first then faster, sliding two fingers inside you and curling them just right until you were panting and rocking against his hand.
you could only moan as he worked you closer to the edge.
just when you thought you might come from his fingers alone he pulled back, positioning himself between your thighs.
the head of his cock nudged against your entrance, teasing for a moment before he pushed in slowly, stretching you open inch by inch.
the fullness made you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.
once buried deep he paused, forehead pressed to yours, breathing heavily.
then he started moving, hips rolling in deep, steady thrusts that hit every perfect spot inside you.
the pace was intense but loving, each stroke carrying the emotion of reconciliation. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as the bed creaked beneath you.
his hands gripped your hips, angling you so he could drive even harder, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room along with your shared moans.
sweat slicked both your bodies, making everything slide together hotter and wetter. he reached between you to rub your clit again, pushing you closer and closer until the pleasure crested sharply.
you came around him, clenching and pulsing, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy rolled through you.
his rhythm grew erratic, breaths coming in short groans until he buried himself deep one final time and came, spilling inside you with a long and low moan.
his body shuddered against yours as he rode it out then collapsed half on top of you, careful not to crush you completely.
for a while you both just lay there, catching your breath, his cock still softening inside you.
he eventually pulled out gently and rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms.
his fingers traced lazy patterns on your back as he kissed the top of your head.
âno more fighting like that,â he said softly. âwe talk instead. i donât want to lose you over stupid shit.â
you nodded against his chest, feeling safe and satisfied in his embrace.
you licked around the swollen head, swirling your tongue in lazy circles before sucking just the tip into your mouth.
you took your time, savoring him, bobbing your head shallowly while your hand stroked the rest of his length in perfect sync.
the wet sounds filled the room as you made it messier, letting your saliva drip down his cock and you pulled off for a second to look at him, strings of spit connecting your lips to his dick then dove back down, taking him deeper.
little by little you relaxed your throat, sliding more of him inside until your nose brushed against his pelvis.
you began to move faster, sucking him with more intensity. your head bobbed rhythmically while your hand twisted around the base, stroking every inch you couldnât fit in your mouth.
you alternated between long, deep strokes that took him all the way and quick, tight sucks focused on the sensitive head.
your tongue never stopped working, pressing flat against the underside of his cock and flicking that spot right under the tip on every upstroke.
you gave him the sloppiest, most devoted blowjob of his life.
your eyes stayed locked on his the entire time, watering slightly but never breaking contact.
the sounds were obscene. wet gagging, slurping, and his deep moans mixing together.
you cupped his balls gently, massaging them while you sucked him faster, then slower again to keep him right on the edge.
within seconds he broke, letting out a long, broken moan as he came hard down your throat.
thick pulses of cum filled your mouth and you swallowed every drop, milking him through the orgasm with gentle sucks until he was completely empty and shaking.
you kept him in your mouth a little longer, softly licking and kissing his sensitive cock as it softened, cleaning him up lovingly.
only then did you pull off, wiping the corner of your lips with a satisfied smile.
every thrust was deep and rough, his thick cock stretching you wide as he took you right there on the kitchen counter.
you could only moan, your body jolting forward with every brutal thrust. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen as he pounded into you mercilessly.
