Thinkin Bout You - Jobe Bellingham

𝟏𝟗. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

chapter nineteen ❤︎︎
- kaliyah's pov -

'Nobody's home?' I asked as we walked into his house and he flicked on the lights.

'Nope, they've gone out.' He explained.

'And you didn't go because?'

'Didn't want to,' he shrugged. 'Rather be at home.'

'Rather spend your evening coming to pick me up?' I laughed.

'Of course.' He nodded. 'Let's go upstairs. It's cold down here.'

I followed him up the stairs to his bedroom which to my surprise was absolutely spotlessly clean. 'Wow, it's tidy in here.'

'I do try my best.'

'Yeah you've got to keep it clean for all the girls you bring round, right?' I laughed, sitting down on his huge bed.

'Yeah exactly,' he smirked. 'Kidding.'

He headed towards the bathroom. 'Put a film on or something. I won't be long.'

The door closed and the shower turned on a minute later, i turned on the tv and selected a film. It didn't take long for Jobe to shower. He soon came back out with a towel round his waist.

'Hurry up, i wanna start the film.' I said when he came out.

'Yeah give me two seconds gorgeous.' He winked.

'What's with you tonight?' I laughed, he shrugged, smirking, and went back into the bathroom.

He came back out not long later with grey sweat-pants on. I could see the Calvin Klein waistband of his boxers slightly too. I couldn't keep my eyes of him, his face, his arms, his abs, just him.

'Your gonna need clothes to sleep in, right?' He asked, laying down, his head on my stomach.

'If that's okay.'

'Of course it is, didn't think you'd want to sleep in your work clothes.' He said gently.

We had been watching the film for probably just over half an hour, but i think we were both getting a bit bored.

'Do you remember Mallorca?' He spoke.

'Yes, obviously.'

'That was a good holiday. First time I actually spent proper time with you.'

'What does proper time mean?' I chuckled.

'I don't know, just like...me and you?' He shrugged.

'You liked that?'

'Of course i did. Never before had i looked at you like that, the way i did those few days.' He said, putting his hand on my lower back, pulling me closer.

'In a good way, or bad?' I asked.

'Good. You just looked better and better each day. And that pink bikini you had...' He smirked.

'You really are quite observant.' I laughed. 'I'd say the blue one is better.'

'Nah, it's the pink for me.' He smirked and i moved my leg onto him, he knew what i was trying to do.

'Don't play with me like that.' He smiled, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me on top of him so effortlessly.

'Now you can't see the tv, idiot.'

'I don't need to see the tv, only you.' His hands were rested on my ass whilst i straddled his waist.

'Mhm?' I giggled, leaning down and kissing him slowly. I couldn't wait any longer and i don't think he could either.

I had my hands on his upper chest whilst his were gently caressing my waist. Suddenly he flipped me over so he was on top, one hand on the headboard and the other still down near my hips. He fastened the pace, his breathing became more intense. I think he knew i was becoming breathless because he stopped for a second.

'You alright?'

I nodded and pulled him back to me by his neck. He started to go lower, kissing all over my neck. I didn't know how bad the marks would be later on, all i cared about right now was this moment and how desperately i had been wanting it.

I sat up to take my t-shirt off so he could keep going further down. He gently kissed over my chest, taking things slower now so he wouldn't make me uncomfortable. Soft, quiet moans escaped my mouth as his hands explored my body and i held him close.

'You're so pretty Kaliyah.' He said, stopping and looking into my eyes for a few seconds.

I blushed, not sure what to say to him. I decided i wanted to be back on top, so i pushed him back into the mattress and climbed onto him, grinding my hips slowly.

His eyes rolled back and his head sunk into the pillow whilst i kissed all over his neck, just like he had done to me.

'Shit Kaliyah.' He groaned, if he wasn't turned on before, he definitely was now.

My boobs moved around in his face as i continued grinding, all he could do was admire me, and i was happy with that. He grabbed my face and started kissing me again, holding my hips against his.

There was a knock on the door.

'Shit.' I whispered, quickly moving off of him and grabbing a blanket to cover myself.

'Go to the bathroom, turn the shower on or something.' He whispered quickly.

I quickly went to the bathroom and closed the door, locked it, and it turned on the shower.

I could hear Jobe talking, whoever was at the door must be in his room now, i waited for a minute or so just incase i shouldn't come out. Then there was a knock on the bathroom door.

'Hi darling! It's me, Denise.'

'Oh hi! Sorry, i'm just finishing up the shower.' I laughed awkwardly.

'Don't worry sweet, just come see me in a bit. I'll be downstairs.' She called.

'Okay.'

I waited a little bit longer until Jobe called me out. 'Good coverup.' He laughed, pulling me into a hug.

'What did she say to you?' I asked.

'Nothing much, just asked who it was in the bathroom. And i told her it was you.'

'Is she not suspecting anything?' I frowned.

'Probably, but she never said anything about it.' He shrugged. 'Let me get you something else to wear.'

He grabbed me a shirt and some shorts from his clothes drawers. I put them on and folded my other clothes in a pile which i left on the chair in the corner of the room.

'I'm gonna go see your mum for a bit.' I explained.

'Okay, i'll be down in a few minutes.' He nodded, going into the bathroom.

'Okay.'