#erling haaland fic

[fallinforerling]

imagine smut with Erling after him winning the champions league 🤭 (also love your writing it’s the best🫶🏻)

the winner - eh

warnings: +18, p in v, unprotected sex.

A/N: !!!! omg you guys, i feel so filthy after this. enjoy my erling girlies! this is for YOU. love you xx

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It was hypnotizing. The vision of the shining gold of his medal dangling with every move you made, making it slightly sparkle when it caught the little light that came from the nightstand; it all reflected on your bare skin. He didn’t know if it was his own ego or the fact that the whole situation was his top fantasy come true, but seeing the Champions League medal hanging between your boobs was the best view he remembered ever seeing. 

His hands brushed against your hips, helping you lift yourself from his thigh just enough. A moan escaped your lips, making him smirk while his eyes were still fixated on your chest. He thought the baby blue lingerie was a nice touch, so he ran his fingertips along the delicate details, daring to stretch it just enough to make room for his fingers to explore. He looked up to you, adoring the way your skin blushed for the effort of riding his thigh, making your hair a bit damp around the temples and your breathing unsteady. 

“Are you tired, baby?” He asked in a hushed tone, using his free hand to make you closer to his chest, needing to feel you in every way possible. You didn’t speak up, you just stared at him with doe eyes, nodding as your nails scratched his shoulders. “Don’t worry, let me do it.” 

He grabbed you by the waist, effortlessly switching positions. You landed on the mattress, holding onto him, the medal still in place as he discarded your bra, finally being free to suck, kiss, and bite as he pleased. Your voice was low as you whispered his name, running one hand through his hair, hooking your left leg around his waist to make him closer. He smiled against your skin, leaving a last mark before taking the leg that was wrapped around him, massaging your calf before running his fingers through the skin until he found your ankle, knowing exactly what was tattooed on your skin.

While he held you in place, his fingers made their way to your core, moaning when he realized how wet you were. The material of your thong, which neither of you made the effort to take off, was damp and sticking to your skin. As he moved the fabric to one side, his fingers caressed you lazily, wanting to make you a bit eager. After a few seconds, you started to move below him. 

“Please.” He heard you whisper. “Hurry up.” 

“Don’t be so impatient.” He loved to tease you until you became really loud. That’s how he liked you.  

Before you got to say anything else, he started to finger you, introducing one finger at a time until you were squirming under him, rocking your hips against his hand, and letting out shaky breaths that brushed his neck. You looked beautiful, all breathless and drunk on the pleasure he was giving you. He could hear the sweet nonsense your lips were pouring as he moved his hand faster, wanting to take you to the edge. The feeling of your nails dragging themselves along his arms was just the right amount of painful, and when you looked at him again, he knew you were close to cumming. That’s when he stopped, hearing a loud groan that stole a smile from his lips. 

“Please, please, please, please…” You started to beg, your chest going up and down so fast that the medal caught glimpses of light again, sending golden sparks everywhere. 

“What do you want, mmh?” He knew you were getting impatient, but he couldn’t help but tease you this much. Your eyes were fixated on him, your free hand roaming on his chest. His own hand went inside his boxers, letting himself free while he kept looking at how plump your lips were and how your eyes were glistening. He stroked himself for a few seconds, getting off solely on how eager you were. “You want this?” He asked, dragging the tip of his cock along your core.

You nodded, seeming unable to find the right words. It was alright; he wasn’t going to push it too much. Instead, he teased your clit one more time before getting inside of you painfully slow. You seemed to gasp for air, and he surely wasn’t having an easy time controlling his own breathing, but as soon as he was fully in, you drew out a long moan that sent shivers down his spine. His arms finally gave in, so he buried his elbows next to each side of your face, getting closer for a kiss as he started to move. 

“Fucking hell…” He cursed as your hand brushed his neck, your mouth letting out a whimper that made him almost cum right there. You murmured words that made no sense, but they made him reach for your shoulder, slightly biting it while his thrusts became erratic. His mind went a bit foggy, only able to think about how good you felt. The sound of skin against skin was driving him crazy, and just as he felt your hands on his jaw, he dared to retrieve his face from the crook of your neck. 

“Erling…” You whispered, looking straight into his eyes, seeming as out of your mind as he felt. You were begging for something. 

And he knew exactly what you wanted. Without stopping, he reached for the leg that was still wrapped around his waist, bringing it as close as possible to his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the little 9 inked on your skin. Seeing his mark on you always had an effect. He made sure to properly fuck you from this new angle, knowing now that he was deep inside of you. 

“Just like that! Yesyesyesyesyes–” Your voice was a low whisper next to his ear, sending him into a frenzy that made his thrusts nowhere near organized. He just wanted to keep going until there was nothing left from either of you. His thumb started to draw circles around your clit, wanting to cum with you. From the sounds you were making, it wasn’t going to take too long. “I’m gonna.. Ohmygod.” 

He felt you clenching around him, and then it was over. He nearly saw stars behind his closed eyes, letting out a long moan while he buried himself in you one last time. You were still holding him close as you both breathed erratically, the force of your orgasms still present. You stayed there for a good five minutes until he realized he was nearly crushing you under his weight. 

“Sorry, baby.” He said, launching himself next to you. You looked at him with sleepy eyes, smiling the only way you did after cumming. He loved that expression on your face. 

“‘S okay.” You replied, turning around so you could rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Wanna sleep?” You nodded instantly, holding onto his arm for dear life. “Gotta clean you up before. It’s a mess.” He knew he had made a mess. When you didn’t make any attempt to move, he smiled. You were such a baby. 

He leaned closer to kiss your lips before getting up from bed, walking straight into the bathroom for a couple of fresh towels. The aftercare was probably one of his favorite parts about it all; taking care of you during and after sex was a luxury that he prided himself on having. When he came back in, you were still half-asleep, murmuring something about wanting to cuddle. 

“In a second, babe.” He said, taking a damp towel to clean your legs and between your thighs. You made a low sound, and once he finished, he took your ankles to move you around, since you seemed to have no energy to do so. His eyes fixed on your tattoo again, his thumb caressing it as he sat down next to you. 

God, he was so lucky. 

“Come, cuddle with me…” You whispered again, waking up for the third time. You did grabby hands at him until he laid next to you, covering your body with his warmth until both fell asleep rather quickly. 

What a way to celebrate.

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[oh-saints]

Erling Haaland alphabet nfsw

i'm sorry i know you all don't see this coming but i'm missing my bf so much... 👉👈

please DNI if you're not 18+ yet!

A for after care

erling’s exactly the way he looks, even on the sheet; beastly giant. but off the sheet, he’s super gentle with you to the point he doesn’t want to wipe you off himself, afraid he’ll break you into two on top of shattering your world minutes ago.

B for body part

there was one mischief moment of his when he was measuring how big his hands were against your body parts. but there was one that fell into the palm of his hands like they were sewn for erling and erling haaland only; your bum. ever since, it’s his favourite part of your body to touch, to (gently) slap.

C for cum

while he likes your bum to be grope, erling would rather cum on your face because he gets to see you so sexily on your knees, tongues out as you wait patiently for his coming, before swallowing him whole after he came because you like to lick him off clean.

D for dirty secret

the sight of you on your knees as he’s about to cum might be one thing, but you doing that with a pair of your black-rimmed glasses perched on your nose? erling can guarantee he comes twice as much and twice as fast.

E for experience

being a virgin before you met erling, you’re the one who takes the initiative to try all these things you’ve only heard of or read from cosmopolitan. erling, more often than not, happily complies every chance he gets.

F for favourite position

erling LOVES anything that he does in front of a mirror because he gets to see your expression every time he hits your lovely g-spot, the way you crumble as orgasm hits you, and the way your body moulds into his embrace when he catches you as you descend from your high.

G for goofy (e.g. are they always serious in bedroom or are they not?)

erling is always goofy, and you always like his gummy smile when he’s being goofy and care-free and all that. although the sight of his eyebrows set firm and eyes shut tightly when he’s about too cum is also tempting.

H for hair

have you all seen erling’s beautiful golden locks on a manbun? especially when untied after every match where he’s left frustrated? yeah, that thing spiked your level of libido.

I for intimacy

the mirror is one thing, but erling doesn’t like exposing you for the whole world to see. so he keeps everything under the wraps as tightly as he can because sharing you means giving away the intimacy.

J for jack-off

you kind of lifted the level of sex and its aftermath for erling so he’s always suffering whenever he has to be away for so long (i.e. euro or world cup). that’s the only time when he seeks help from his hands to relieve the pain, pressure and pleasure.

K for kink

while he can shamelessly admit the mirror thing, he has a secret preference of recording you (with consent, of course) because he can get to see things he sees on the mirror whenever he’s away. sometimes even better because the film also records your heavy breaths, groans, grunts, moans, whims, whimpers…

L for location

always. love. wherever. the mirrors. are.

M for motivation

nothing is better than an extra motivation for a champion. and when your champion is as beastly and as ruthless as erling, you’re more than happy to provide all the reasons why he should win a match, a game, a league, a championship… and most importantly, why he should come home often from the after parties.

N for no (as in what turn him off or something he’d most likely reject)

the whole exhibitionist concept and its execution.

O for oral

erling swears he’s never had anyone whose pussy smells so incredibly floral... he doesn’t know if it’s your feminine wash or what you eat—and frankly he doesn’t care, as long as he gets to bury himself in the field of flowers. combine that with the voice of a siren whenever he goes down on you? really, erling does not relate to anyone who can possibly describe a v-area as bush anymore.

P for pace

before erling popped your cherry, you’d like to think you’re a vanilla person. missionary in slow pace, kind of thing. but who can blame you for coming way early when you have erling haalad ready to piston his dick in and out of you like a madman?

Q for quickie

you’re a very clingy person in general, which results in difficulty to letting erling go for a business trip. especially one where you know he’ll be away for far too long for your liking. so on those days—especially those days—your naughty side comes out to tease him just until he’s frustrated so he can leave the house later than expected, and you’ll have him for an extra 15-30 minutes. it’s effective, you’d say.

R for risk

erling would really rather have you in all sorts of positions you think you’re capable of than risking the privacy and the intimacy you both share. because with erling’s reputation, he doesn’t have much of it left.

S for stamina

you can definitely give erling a run for his money deposited to the account of your personal trainer because girl, damn it, again?

T for toys

do you know the bullet vibrator that can be controlled remotely from your phone? that’s erling’s new best friend lately. the reaction of you gasping or squirming all the sudden as you walk ahead of him when he played with the tempo was another delectable thing to watch.

U for unfair (e.g. how much they like to tease?)

have we mentioned that erling is goofy and mischievous most of the time? his victim includes you, and every time he wants to make you cum by oral ministrations. the more you squirm, the more you thrash left and right, the more you tremble at whether his touch or his tongue, the more erling takes home another achievement.

V for volume

there’s another reason, actually, as to why erling likes it so much to live on his countryside house: he can have you screaming the place down without police dropping by to make sure there’s no murder taking place.

W for wild card (a random headcanon)

“baby, I got us a reservation in a special place. please spare this weekend for me, yeah?” when you ask nicely like that, of course erling would say yes. it was usually a picnic in a garden somewhere or going to a boring museum, or other things he might not like that much. so nothing was registered in him when they checked into a hotel, only to find a jacuzzi installed INSIDE their room. safe to say, no clothing is required during the stay because they all have been used to wipe off some watery remnants from the jacuzzi to the bed.

X for xray

how many times have we seen erling sat with split/opened legs? or budda pose? yeah, no need for further elaboration.

Y for yearning (i.e. how high is their sex drive?)

it’s down to erling’s schedule, at the end of the day, but you always—like always all the time—make sure it’s worth every other day he’s absent.

Z for zzz (i.e. how quickly they’ll fall asleep afterwards)

despite not being able to touch you after sex because of his ridiculous fear to break you off into two, erling always stays behind until you fall asleep first. be it because you take shower first before you head to dreamland, or it can be because he simply wants to cuddle with you while you’re drifting off in his arms…

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[infinityerlingx]

Baby Fever

P A R T 2

pairing - erling haaland x (fem)reader

genre - fluff / smut

warnings - smut !!! please do not read if you’re under 18 <3 swearing, breeding kink, size kink, unprotected sex, minors dni

read part one here !!

part 3 !

As soon as Isaac had been picked up, Erling couldn’t keep himself away from you. Now he knew that you both wanted to try, his mind went into overdrive. Thinking of everything he could, how you would look pregnant, how much of an amazing mother you would be, and the best part, he would be a dad.

You weren’t anywhere close to being pregnant however, you were always careful when having sex, making sure that you were on the pill, you hadn’t been taking your pill for a couple of weeks now, wanting to stay away from it, however you prayed every month that your period would come, but now your mind was working too quick for your liking as well. You were ready for it. You knew that this is what you both wanted, what was stopping you? And all it took was a day with his nephew.

Next thing you knew you were in bed, Erling slotted in between your legs. His left elbow propping himself up and his right hand trailing down to grip your waist, your arms thrown around his neck, pulling him ever so closer. Your lips met his in a heated kiss, his tongue battling with yours for dominance, you gave up letting him explore your mouth. You let out a quiet moan, Erling squeezed your hip in response.

He pulled away from your lips, sitting himself up and pulling you up with him, both of you sitting up, his hands trailed to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, throwing it on the floor, his eyes landing on your bare chest, his head dipped down in between your breasts, leaving a kiss there, before going to the left one, swirling his tongue around your nipple, popping it in his mouth and sucking at your skin, his hand trailing up to give your right breast some attention before he swapped over, your hand rested on top of his hair, your nails scratching at his scalp, making him moan onto your boobs.

He pulled away a few moments later, your hands reached for the hem of his hoodie, pulling it up and over his upper half, he kicked his joggers off and pulled your shorts down, throwing them in a pile in the room. He was quick to lie you back down, your chests pressed together as his lips met yours again, his length, already hard, pressed into your inner thigh, sending butterflies straight to your stomach. The only barrier between the two of you being your underwear. Your hand trailed down, squeezing his bulge before trailing your hand under his boxers, pulling them down, Erling helped in taking them off fully. Kicking them straight to the floor.

Erling was still resting above you, his elbow keeping him from dropping all his weight onto you. Your hand had trailed down again, finding his cock, you gripped the base of it, before jerking upwards and swiping your thumb across his tip. You did all of this whilst looking into Erling’s eyes which were now dark, filled with lust. Your thumb worked across his tip a few times before you jerked him off again. A moan escaped Erling’s lips, which just spurred you on even more, working your hand a bit quicker. Erling let his free hand slip in between your bodies, pushing your panties to the side, your pulse quickened as he lifted his hand back, sucking on his middle and ring finger before going back down, pushing his fingers straight into you without warning. Your hand stopped jerking him as his movement shocked you, however you quickly got back to it.

You knew that you wouldn’t need much foreplay, your insides twisting with excitement already. Erling sat up on his knees, removing his fingers from your pussy, licking them clean, your hand lost contact with his cock. You pushed yourself up on your elbows watching his every move. He was quick to remove your underwear, you lifted your hips to help him before he threw them down with everything else on the floor.

Once he had positioned himself back in between your thighs, he leant down, pressing small kisses to your inner thighs, before sitting back up again. Your hand reached down for his cock once again, guiding it towards your entrance. Erling sent you a smirk, removing your hand and replacing it with his own, leaning down again, his lips pressed to yours as he pushed his length into you, he was halfway in and your eyes were watering, no matter how many times you had sex with Erling, the size of him would always be a surprise to you.

“Taking me so well kjære” He spoke, kissing you softly. Before pushing in the whole way, you felt him so deep inside of you, he stilled any movements, letting your walls adjust to him.

“You can move now love” You whispered against his lips, that made Erling’s mind switch, pulling almost all out of you before pushing straight back in again, his cock dragging along your walls. Your hands made their way to his hair, pulling it from the confinement of the hair tie, your fingers pulling on his blonde locks. You were both moaning into each other's mouths.

He reached for one of your hands, bringing it down to rest on your lower stomach, his hand pressing yours down, you could feel his cock bulging every time he hit inside of you.

“Can you feel me right there?” He spoke cockily, a smirk evident on his face. You couldn’t comprehend any words, his hips slamming into your own. You nodded your head, letting him know your answer, even though he already knew, he just wanted to get it out of you.

“Fucking me so good, I’m close” You spoke breathless. Erling took your words time for him to switch positions, he sat back up on his knees, pulling one of your legs up over his shoulder, you moaned loudly at the new depth he was hitting you at, Erling pressed kisses from your ankle, down to your thigh. You could tell he was getting closer, his thrusts stuttering.

“Gonna fill you up, put a baby inside of you” His hand came down to press on your lower stomach again “Gonna look so pretty with my baby in here” He pressed down a bit more, bringing your orgasm on quicker than expected, his hips still hammering into you.

“Let go baby, I’m right with you” With that you released, your orgasm washing over you, which brought on Erling’s release, his cum shooting far inside of you, strings of moans and curses left his lips. His head thrown back as his pleasure took over him, a sight you adored to see. His thrusts slowed down, riding you through your highs.

Your leg dropped from his shoulder and Erling’s body fell atop of the bed, his cock pulling out of you, making you feel empty, Both of you breathing heavily, you scooted closer to Erling, your arm coming around his body, your nails lightly scratching down his back, Erling sighed in content. You both lay like that for a couple of minutes, until your heart rates were back to normal. He was first to get up, leaning back and looking at your body in its post orgasmic state, he loved seeing you like this, a state that only he would see you in, sweat glistened off both of your bodies. You were both exhausted, but the best thing being that was probably the best sex you had both had.

You sent Erling a tired smile, you needed to go clean yourself up, feeling a mix of your orgasms spilling from you. Erling took himself off to the bathroom, getting a warm cloth, cleaning himself down first before coming back to you. Slotting himself in between your thighs again, the sight he was looking at was enough to make him hard again, if he wasn’t as tired as he was. He cleaned up the mess on your thighs, the warm water on the cloth made you sigh, however your pussy was so sensitive it made you flinch slightly. Erling apologised, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your stomach.

He got back off the bed, throwing the cloth into the washing basket in the bathroom, before wandering back into the bedroom. “Do you want any clothes? Or sleep naked” He asked, a smile on his lips.

“Hm, naked” You smiled back and Erling couldn’t argue with you on that one, his favourite way to sleep. He was quick to join you back in bed, getting you both under the covers, you half lay on him as he lay on his back. Your leg draped over his waist. Your hand rested on his chest, along with your head, your ear just above his heart, his heartbeat sending you into a light sleep already. Erling’s large arm wrapped around you, cuddling you closer into him. His head dipped down, kissing your hair.

“Jeg elsker deg” He whispered, looking down and you were asleep soundly on his chest, he squeezed your body a little, a smile on his face as he felt his eyes drooping, sending himself off into a deep sleep.

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[sorceresski]

Dinner Plans | Erling Haaland

Too bad we have dinner plans, right?

Pairing: Erling Haaland x reader

Summary: Bratty reader teasing Erling (I think…basically)

Tags: mild teasing, sexual innuendos

Minors beware

He was leaning against the door frame and you could feel his burning gaze on your bare back, the form fitting dress you wore being backless.

“Are you ready?” Erling asked, beginning to lose his patience.

You ignored him. You would rather be spending the evening in the comfort of your shared apartment but he had made plans for you both with his teammates and it was too late to back out now. The introvert in you was in a sour mood and you were going to be bratty with him all evening.

You took your time wearing your earrings and necklace, both gifts from him, catching his eye in the mirror.

“Are you going to be like this all evening?” He stepped closer to you, coming fully into the bathroom.

You folded your arms, aware of how the action lifted your breasts, and stared down his reflection. “Like what? How am I being?”

“Like a brat,” he said, exasperated.

“Well, I’m sorry I don’t like being forced to play dress up and socialize on short notice.” You watched in the mirror as his cool gaze flicked from your face to your cleavage and back again. You began to hatch a plan in your mind to tease him throughout the entire dinner, your own form of revenge.

His hands snaked around your waist pulling you flush against his semi-hard length. Even in heels, you barely came up to his neck. One hand remained on your hip while the other slowly inched it’s way up to your neck.

“Please don’t be difficult with me, I remember telling you about this 2 days ago.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck and you watched in the mirror as he left deliberate kisses on your neck. You suppressed a moan as he found that spot, not wanting to give him that satisfaction. “I don’t want to fight. Plus you look so beautiful in this dress, I’m tempted to take it off you right now.”

Mustering every ounce of willpower you had, you pried his wandering hands from your body and turned to face him. “Too bad we have dinner plans, right?” You patted his chest and sauntered out of the bathroom, grabbing your purse from the bed and waiting for him by the door.

He groaned as he followed behind you. This was going to be a long evening for him.

A/N: we Erling girlies are being starved on this app🙏🏻

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[holymountdias]

Love Triangle pt.3

Erling Haaland x (fem) reader x Jadon Sancho

Summary: A past relationship of yours broke you to the point that you weren't being yourself anymore, but what happens when your ex's best friend takes interest in you and he helps you take revenge ? Will it all just be a game for you or become more than friends ?

Word count: 5k

Notes: smut, angst, fluff

PARTS: 1.0 2.0 3.0

The fun at the party is simply getting better and better. Since your little body shots game with Jadon, he hasn't left your side much; only when he needed to deal with some party issues, and then he immediately returned to you. What you've seen is that he likes to keep you near and touch you, as if he's scared you'll be snatched at any minute. He generally has at least one of his arms wrapped around you or attempts to pull your face close, tormenting you by pretending to kiss you but then turning towards your ear to say something to you. At that moment, you don't care what he's saying since your pulse is racing from all the excitement and you're too buzzed to pay attention. It becomes worse when he gently massages your waist or the top of your thigh while you sit on his lap.

You're not used to it. Receiving this type of attention from someone in public is something you've always desired but never received. Who would have guessed that the person who would provide you that opportunity would be someone like Jadon?

If you were sober enough to consider how you both acted towards one other, drawing all eyes in the room to you, you don't know if you'd be able to live with it and all the implications. But you don't care right now; it's the first time in a long time, but you're having true fun and may have even caught a superb player for yourself. Most importantly, someone who is not afraid of the attraction between you, which helps you feel more confident in your decision.

Nonetheless, one thing you despise is how you find yourself occasionally glancing towards Erling, which only adds to your confusion and frustration. You understand that the purpose of your actions is to make him jealous and to prove something to him, but is that all? Is it only payback on your mind, or could it be something more...No way are you going to slip into this emotional labyrinth. You're done, no fuck this, you WERE done the moment you ended things with him, and you're not going to allow whatever remains of that fake shit destroy your enjoyable time.

His glares continue to burn holes in you and Jadon, as if he is ready to attack the both of you, especially Jadon since he is the one who is getting all touchy with you. You sneaked glances whenever you made sure his attention was diverted to his circle of friends so he wouldn't see you since you definitely didn't want to give him that gratification. His body language appears hostile as he is drinking and bringing his glass down on the counter with force, which honestly shocks you given how many times he has broken it.

You're not concerned about his act, since you know from firsthand experience that he hasn't previously and will never be open about his emotions for you in a room full of people from his social circle. He can act as disturbed as he wants, but you already know the reality. Finally, you decided not to waste any more time on him and instead focus on the birthday boy, who is currently conversing with Marcus and some other footballers. His arms are holding you from behind, and your back is resting comfortably on his chest.

Your head snaps as you hear your favourite music begin to play.

"Would anyone like to go dancing?" Jadon's low voice pierces your ear, and you smile at his excellent assessment. You spin around to face him, your heart pounding with excitement.

"Is that an invitation?"

"only if it's with you," his statement causes you to bite your lower lip to keep from smiling too much before taking his hand in yours to steer deeper into the swarm of bodies dancing.

As soon as you find your place on the dance floor, his hands move to your hips, carefully stroking them, just to be dragged into his front. You close your eyes and move to the beats of the song, as well as the delicate yet seductive touches of the man behind you. While grinding your ass against Jadon’s crotch, your hands swim along your body, feeling yourself. The act instantly prompts him to tighten his grasp on you while his face leans lower next to yours.

"You know you're killing me, right?" you smirk with satisfaction. You can feel how your movements influence his lower body, and you can't pretend that it's one-sided as Jadon alone can determine how wet you are by rubbing his fingers against your underwear. Both of you are turned on, and you are about to abandon everything to bring him back to your place and fuck him. God was the only one who knew how badly you want that.

Everyone reacts when all of the lights are gradually turned off and the music stops. A second later, a separate set of lights is turned on, providing a wonderful warm atmosphere within the club, while a group of people bearing a large cake with many candles on it appears to be approaching towards you and Jadon.

Obviously, you attempt to move away from Jadon to give him room while singing the birthday song with everyone else, but he refuses to let go. Instead, he throws his arm around your waist and keeps you with him the entire time. Shocked and flustered are among the least things you'd describe yourself as feeling at the time, yet in order to avoid further attention, you maintain your cheerful expression and smile.

Everyone, including you, cheers and applauds as the candles are blown out, but you are stunned once again by Jadon pressing you up against him just to kiss you on the cheek in front of everyone, all eyes on you. Your eyes widen as a result of his rapid behavior, and you can feel your face heating up as a result of all the shyness that consumes you.

The music is finally turned back on, and everyone dissipates to resume their former activities. You refuse to raise your gaze, knowing full well that there are still eyes on you, especially after Jadon's display of affection for you. You notice his face leaning above your shoulder and tilt your head to meet it.

"Do you want to know what I wished for?" he asks, maintaining his hand on your jawline and staying a close distance from your face.

You completely spin around to face his front whilst keeping eye contact and encircling your arms behind his neck.

"You do realize it's not going to happen if you say it, right?" You notice him smirking at your response and raising his hand to cup your face.

"Hmm...I don't know, I think my chances are pretty good," his playful comment makes you giggle, and you decide to play along.

"How are you so sure about it?" you question back bluntly, noting how his gaze darkens.

"Because I have been feeling you all night, baby, and I know you like it, don't you?" You fail to trust your own words after this, knowing full well that you will moan. Then he gently moves his face near to your ear as his hands compel your bodies to meet entirely.

"Come on, say it, baby girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good, you only need to say the word.” His statements are meant only to turn you on more. Your mind immediately fills with sensual thoughts, and your eyes close as his breath brushes against your skin.

One of your hands tries to slide down his chest, almost desperate to feel more of him, but you know it's not enough, and all you need to tell him is that for him to give you the release you are looking for. Something within you, though, makes you hesitate to respond positively, which bothers you terribly. You are obviously drawn to him, Jadon is definitely attracted to you, and he has clearly offered you a good time, so what's the problem?

“fuck Jadon i-”

You feel something liquid soak your shoulder down to the edge of your dress as you are abruptly shoved from the side. You let out a frantic gasp, taken off guard, as Jadon's grasp tightened on your hips to keep you from losing balance. You both turn your heads to greet the guy who interrupted you and destroyed your outfit, and you can't help but laugh at the irony.

It is the girl from the restroom who vented about Erling ghosting her, but she of course wasn't alone.

"Erlinggg, be careful, I just spilled my drink" her unpleasant whiny tone just makes you want to slap her even more after the incident.

"Yeah on fucking me," you speak with obvious rage in your voice as you stare at the both of them.

"Oops," she says cheerfully and without remorse. Erling is simply standing there with a tiny smile on his face, and that was just the icing on the cake for you.

"Halaand, make sure you teach your mop how to wet the floor, or better throw it away; I'm sure you have plenty of others to replace it with." You snap at him, forcing him and the girl to narrow their eyes. The girl is about to answer, but you don't give her time as you glance at Jadon and murmur a brief "I will be back" before heading out the bathroom.

When you enter the room, you are happy to see that no one is present since you would be humiliated to have to clean yourself in front of others. You quickly begin to repair yourself using water from one of the sinks and plenty of toilet paper.

You are furious with Erling; you believe he did it on purpose, which irritates you. He has no right to try to interject himself or ruin your enjoyment because he is envious or anything. On the one hand, you're pleased of making him feel that way, and it's one of the reasons you landed up at the party in the first place, but pulling jealousy acts like that on you after what he's done was outrageous. You are aware of his jealously tendencies, but you never expected him to be so petty.

Why bother caring in the first place when he was the one who ruined all you two had?

At the end of the day, you don't want to think about what’s her name either, since you've been very familiar with those girls and their nasty attitude due to your brother's environment, and you've had no problem standing up against them whenever the circumstances called for it. But, my God, the fact that she's involved with Erling irritates you and makes you low key envious, but you're not going to admit it to yourself.

You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't see the person entering the bathroom or the click of the door locking.

"What do you think you're doing with Jadon?" Erling appears beside you, and you place your palms over your heart, taken off guard.

"Oh my God, what the hell are you doing here, it's the women's bathroom!" you shout quietly to avoid being heard outside the room.

"I fucking locked the door, no one will bother, answer the damn question."

He argues back, forcing you to narrow your eyes at him.

"What is it to you that I do with Jadon?"

"Because you're using him to get revenge on me." He has the audacity to call you out.

"Would you like to talk about revenge? How about that stunt you pulled with the bimbo?" You battled back, becoming increasingly irritated by his behaviour. He doesn't say anything else or try to make excuses for what happened; he knows you can see straight through him. In annoyance, he lets out a deep sigh and rubs the bridge of his nose.

"I have every right to know if it involves my ex and best friend," he says, raising his eyes once again.

"Oh, so I'm your ex now? I thought you mentioned me to your buddies as one of your one-night stands?" While folding your arms across your chest, you raise an eyebrow in questioning.

"We both agreed not to make it public, and you are aware of that."

"Then I'm sure you know that being in a relationship with someone doesn't involve any third parties, but you didn't seem to have an issue skipping over that part, did you?"

"I made a mistake and-"

"It sounded like more than a mistake," you say, and he appears to have become even more upset as it turned out. After he sighed, the tension went up drastically.

“Do you want to know the truth? Fine. It was only one time, and I understand I have no excuses, but all the guys were trying to link me up with girls because they were suspicious of the fact that I didn't want to do anything with any other girl. We got really drunk one night, and they ended up matching me with a random woman from the bar we ended up at once. We didn’t go all the way though as soon as i realized that it’s not you i pushed her away. I felt awful about it right away since I really wanted to be serious with you. Whatever ridiculous things I'd say to the boys were solely to cover us up." he adds as he walks closer to you, causing you to take steps back to maintain the gap; however you eventually hit the wall behind you, leaving your efforts useless.

"Is that supposed to make things better? because it doesn't, and it simply points to whatever we had ended because of you, so don't come interrogating me about what I'm doing with Jadon." Hearing his remarks makes you almost tear up. It's one thing to learn about it through his discussions with others, and quite another to hear him admit it to you. It's as if you went back in time and are now reliving the night you discovered the truth. He has now trapped you against the wall, with both arms on either side of you.

"Yes, I will because you are still important to me." His voice rises with intensity as he says it, looking deep into your eyes before shifting his sight lower to your lips for a second.

"I didn't want our relationship to end, but when it did, I tried to get over it and couldn't. Every time I had, I'd sleep with a new woman to convince myself that in the end, you meant nothing, but it's not fucking true, and I can't accept seeing you get all cozy with anyone else if it's not me."

"I like Jadon"

All of a sudden one arm wraps around your waist, while the other grasps your face, smashing your lips together. Your breath is instantly caught in your throat, and your eyes widen in surprise; you try to stop him by pushing your hands against his hard chest, but he is stronger than you as he deepens the kiss forcing you to finally give into it and kiss him back. While you lock your arms around his neck, he lets his hands wander down to your hips and legs before effortlessly pulling you up and bringing you onto the bathroom counter.

His lips are so smooth on yours and his his lips feel so amazing on yours, and his way of kissing you leaves you breathless as he moves his tongue with such dominance. You missed this...you missed him.

The feeling of his body pressing against you again gives you an unexplainable sense of relief and your heart pounds in your chest. Your fingers dance in his knotted hair, and your legs hang open from the counter with him standing in between them. His hands are teasing  you by caressing your nude thighs and slowly approaching your center. Your body instinctively responds by providing him extra space with your legs, allowing him to have a better peek under your dress.

"Who is this for, baby; who made you so wet?"

He lets out a satisfied groan as he runs his fingers over your drenched thong, feeling how wet it is. You hesitate to respond, knowing it will only create problems, but your chin gets caught before you realize it, urging your closed eyes to meet his passionate stare.

"I asked you a question," his tone conveys control, and you immediately respond.

"Jadon," his brow furrows in displeasure but gradually transforms into an evil sneer.

"Let's change that," his lips sink down your neck, sucking and kissing all your sensitive parts, prompting you to groan and your hands to tighten around him. Your legs tremble with excitement for what is about to come.

Suddenly, he takes your arms and tugs them behind your back. "Keep them there," he warns you gently but the rough tone of his voice prickling at your ear, causes your breathing to become heavy. One of his hands moves beneath your dress, between your spread legs, towards your wet clothed center once more. His fingers pull down the top of your thong, while the other taps your ass twice, urging you to lift your hips.

Then you feel the little piece of clothes sliding down your legs while your dress rises to rest about your waist. The coldness of the surface underneath you causes goosebumps all over your body. It makes you clench around nothing alongside turning you on even more. While his fingers slowly rubbed on your wet clit, your lower half arches towards his muscular torso, desperate to feel more.

"Please," you plead him softly as you open your eyes to completely gaze at him. You honestly don't know what exactly you're pleading for. Maybe it's his fingers, his tongue, or perhaps, his big thick cock that always helped you reach a new level of high, or maybe it's everything that includes him on you while his words scream for you to fantasize and feel more of him.You want him and you know you're going to blame yourself later for it, but you don't care right now. Your body is hungry enough to disregard all rationality in your head.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he says calmly. Your head bends backwards to rest on the mirror behind you as you feel the influence of his fingers on your core, giving him a greater view of your body. Your words trails off as one of his fingers pushes inside you; his free hand now glides from your thigh to your waist, forcing your dress to rise even higher. His chest rumbles and he lets out an animalistic howl as he sees more of your nakedness.

"Fuck, tell me what you want, baby" His voice is deeper than before, which drives you crazy even more as he slips two more fingers into your tightened walls. You're struggling to keep your hands where he wants them right now because all you want to do is touch him, run your hands across his chest, and feel all of him against you.

As your hands try to grasp the surface behind you, you mutter his name. "I want to touch you," you reply. He just smirks at you before leaning closer until his face is only a few inches away from yours; his curious hand has now switched over to grip your hands, ensuring you stay place.

"Do you think you deserve it, hmm?" he asks, cupping your jaw and dragging your gaze to his.

"Have you been a good little girl?" You can only nod eagerly in answer.

You can only nod eagerly in answer, hoping that this would be enough to convince him.

"Nah baby, I don't think you were," he says smugly, since he loved to punish you in any way he could, but you whimpered in protest. You're wet down there, and the sound of your wetness being pushed by his long fingers makes you feel filthy, but you love it, and he does as well. His secret addiction is the way your body reacts and responds to his hands. His fingers slide back up to your clit and softly circle it, causing you to move your hips into him.

There were plenty of times when he would think about you to get himself off, or even if he wasn't alone, his mind would return to memories of you, how beautiful you looked under him and how perfectly you took him in every way you both desired. You're grinding faster and harder, a pout forming on your face as you feel yourself approaching your climax. "Fuck, Erling yes, yes" 

“Come for me baby” his mouth dips to your ear to murmur, and your body quickly obeys his words on its own. You exhale a gasp as you reach your climax, your eyes rolling in the back, and one of your hands quickly moves to grasp his muscular arm.

You can still feel his fingers rubbing over your clit, which only creates little jerks to your body as you become overstimulated. Your silky walls continue to throb from your high, still in need of being filled. Your awareness returns to reality as you listen to his strong breathing next to you and lean against his torso. His head swings between the area where your neck meets your shoulder and begins to trace gentle kisses on your skin; his other hand, which was clutching your arms, is now tenderly caressing your hand.

When you've calmed down, you sift your posture back as he takes a step back to give you some space. You hesitate to look at him, afraid about what is going to happen after this. You start fixing your dress and you hair before you proceed to get off of the counter. Your stability seems to betray you though and you are about to fall down but Erling is fast enough to prevent that. As he holds by you waist he helps you steady yourself while maintaining a careful gaze on you.

You avoid looking him in the eyes once again worrying that you are going to end up crying in his arms and hate yourself even more since reality started hitting you. You are feeling so guilty and so lost at the same time. You didn’t know how to handle the situation but the only thing that keeps ringing in your mind is that you need to leave and fast.

As soon as you are back on your feet you push back his arms and resume to your efforts of making yourself seem somewhat presentable again. Several minutes pass by where you both say nothing; only difference is that he is still observing you and perhaps expecting you to talk to him but you know better than to start something unending. After you have cleaned yourself , you check yourself out once last time and you are glad to see no evidence of his kisses on your skin so you proceed to leave the room but the call of your name stops you on your tracks.

“We need to talk” he says and thats when you finally turn around to look at him. His face is covered by a slight frown, bothered by your avoidance towards him; meanwhile you are angry and frustrated with your behaviour. There were a million of other scenarios about how this night could turn out and you chose the most ridiculous one.

“It was a mistake Erling, there is nothing to talk about. You go back to your side chicks and i go on with my life” you hold a serious expression as you talk to him with determination on your voice which doesn’t go unnoticed by him but you get curious when you hear him chuckling while looking downwards. You raise your brow in question before you ask him what he is laughing for.

“You are never going to forgive me are you?” he asks you back instead and then his frowned gaze meets yours. Your eyes narrow at him, trying to detect any lie in this sad painful expression that he holds and to your surprise you find none; but you are not the one to believe him, not anymore. How is he still bothered over your break up?

You are definitely not over it and you proved that just a few minutes ago but how is he not? Especially since he cheated you would have expected him to have moved on to the next girl. Regardless of him being drunk or not when it happened, it still hurt.

Where you supposed to die with anxiety every time he would go out with his friends, praying that he doesn’t get drunk to the point of being with someone else? You are not willing to go down that road. You had agreed on dating secretly, wanting to be understanding and look where it got you.

You refuse to give him an answer or continue this unending conversation so you turn around to leave once again. You have just unlocked the door when you hear him call your name trying to get your attention back but you ignore him and finally open the door. As you exit the room you walk fast through the people inside the club wanting to get to the main entrance to leave. Your guiltiness is eating you up thinking about Jadon, you decide that you will have to text him about having left since you didn’t have the guts to face him right now.

On your way you hear your name being called from behind but assuming that its Erling, you ignore it and keep on walking. Once you have finally gotten yourself out of the club you feel a cold breeze of fresh air hit you and you exhale loudly, feeling like you can breath again. Wasting no more time you take your phone out to text your friend to come pick you up and thankfully she is quick enough to text you back telling you that she is on her way.

You let out another sigh, your chest feeling heavy from all the build up emotion. You want to cry, scream, anything to get rid of the frustration that is inside you, still in disbelief for what you did. You mind immediately goes back to Jadon and as you are about to text him, you hear your name being called and this time you turn around to face the person. Expecting it to be Erling you are ready to lash out and tell him to leave you alone but you surprised when you see Jadon instead.

“Not even a goodbye?” he teases you as he nears you to stand in front of you. He has he hands dipped inside his pockets as he looks at you with that playful smirk on his face.

“Jadon i-i am sorry, i was about to text you about leaving because something happene-“

“It’s Erling, isn’t it?” he interrupts you and you are immediately shocked by his words. You feel your stomach twist up as you think about him knowing what happened. Did he see you? or worse heard you while being in the bathroom? You are loss of words and after catching your hesitance in your expression he decides to speak up again.

“Look if there is something going on betwe-”

“No there isn’t, i promise, its just complicated” the words rush out of your mouth before you can control them and you are honestly ready to explain everything to him right then and there but you are so overwhelmed that you feel as if you are about to cry. He nods along to your words and you are about to talk again but he stops you.

“I had fun with you tonight and I don’t know what happened between you two in the bathroom but you are obviously upset by him and i-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence since he gets disrupted by a strong voice which catches both of your attention.

“Y/N” you see Erling shouting for you while standing right outside the entrance of the club. As soon as both of your gazes meet his expression softens but quickly switches to a glaring one when he notices Jadon with you. He nears you both and you close your eyes for a minute feeling yourself about to burst out.

"We didn't finish our conversation" He refers to you at first before he glances at Jadon besides him. "And what the fuck is he doing here again? What’s your deal with her huh?" he questions him with a threatening tone while stepping closer to him, enough until their chest almost meet.

Their height difference gives Erling the advantage to tower over him intimidatingly as he is glaring at him. His posture and behavior gives you the hint that he is ready to start a fight, but Jadon doesn’t seem to mind at all as he returns the same angry expression to him, indicating that he is not willing to back out either. The surprise comes when Jadon finally reacts by pushing Erling off of him.

"She isn't fucking yours so how about you leave her alone!" Jadon loudly protests and your eyes widen in shock by his action; knowing that a fight is about to start you move quickly in front of Erling in effort to put stop to it. His glare only looked more hateful after his supposedly best friend's move towards him and he would go up against him if it wasn't for your gentle hands to stop him from acting upon his thoughts.

"Erling you need to leave” you tell him seriously and at first he doesn’t respond nor looks at you but continues to threaten Jadon with his gaze.

When he finally shifts his eyesight to you, you notice how his eyes slightly soften over his frowned expression which instantly makes your heart melt but you refuse to allow any other emotion cross your face at this moment. After he holds eye contact with you for a minute or so he closes his eyes for a second and rubs his face with his hand as he looks anywhere but you.

“I’m not done with you” he tells you seriously after returning his focus back on you and you only nod at him as he finally steps back to leave but not before he gives another threatening look at Jadon.

You slowly turn around face Jadon and your mentally exhaustion already covers your face causing him to frown at you worriedly. He doesn’t get the chance to speak up as a horn behind you is heard and you both turn to look at your best friend inside her car. You give Jadon an apologizing look and quietly mutter to him that you’ve got to go. He nods at you in response and wishes you goodbye as he watches you enter the passenger seat and disappear inside the car.

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princess treatment pt.3? with mbappé, richarlison, and erling haaland? :)

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 3! — footballers! (final!)

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballers boyfriends! (part 1) (part 2)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealousy, sensual themes, just cute stuff overall!

PARINGS: earling haaland x fem!reader, richarlison x fem!reader, oliver giroud x fem!reader

NOTE: someone asked for giroud content so I combined it with this lol! any examples of this do not represent of the body type, race or ethnicity of the reader! tysm for reading! 💕

RICHARLISON DE ANDRADE — dollar bills!

Recently you saw a trend on TikTok where girls would hold their hands out to their boyfriends, friends, brothers or literally anybody to see what they would do.

Richarlison was currently playing video games with his friends on FaceTime but fortunately you placed your camera in the room before he went in & you’ve been recording ever since.

You were holding your phone camera in your hand as discreetly as possible to not alert your boyfriend about the challenge your trying on him. “Baby? are you in here?” You peaked into his gaming room spotting him on his chair as he shouted at Neymar for something in among us.

Hearing your voice his head whipped around and he opened his arms signalling you to come over, you shuffled over giving him a hug as his head was pressed onto your stomach & hands were wrapped around your ass.

Once you both pulled away your challenge had begun as you stuck out your palm standing there with a bright smile, at first he hadn’t noticed anything as he turned back to the computer screen.

Until you were standing there for a good 30 seconds & he spun his head around to look at you quickly before looking back at the screen, he took his hand off the mouse taking your hand flipping it over to the backside of your hand & giving it a kiss.

He turned back to the screen until he realized you were still standing there; cheeky smile on your face palm still stuck out in-front of you, he chuckled as he dug through his pants pulling out his wallet.

“Richarlison? Are you still there?” Neymar called at alerting him that the new round had started.

“Yeah I’m here hold on.” He replied back as he fished through his wallet grabbing a huge stack of cashing & placing it in your hand along with his black card. “Happy?” He asked looking up at your face which was filled with surprise.

You hadn’t expected him to give you this much money let alone any at all as you assumed he’d just take your hand & place it on his private parts. You scoffed happily curling your fingers over the stack. “Definitely, but what will I even do with this much money?”

“Whatever you’d like baby, it’s all yours.” He answered turning his head back to the screen & unmuting himself on face-time. You gave him a quick kiss pulling his face towards you before walking away checking your phone to see if the footage was recorded.

You edited the video a little before posting it captioning it with: “HE’S SO SWEET 😭😭” Seconds later likes, comments & replies came flooding in about how Richarlison was the perfect boyfriend.

OLIVER GIROUD — first class!

“You’re so excited baby have you never flown out of the country?” Oliver chuckled watching you practically fly out of the valet car that was escorting you to the airport tarmac.

Ever since you complained about how you haven’t gone on a vacation in a while that very day Oliver booked your dream vacation paying for unnecessary expenses like tour guides & other things; as-long as it made you happy he thought.

“I have! I’ve never been to the Mal Dives though.” You answered pulling his arm to get him out of the car, you both didn’t need to worry about your luggage since Oliver paid for it to be flown before-hand.

“I’m coming babe hold on, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” Oliver laughed as he stepped out of the car turning his head to look at what you were staring at all starry eyed.

“Look, it’s a private jet. Just for the two of us.” You rambled on about the jet standing in-front of you both, you were used to Oliver spending a fortune on you whether it was cars, jewellery or even 1000 roses but a whole jet was much different.

“I know, do you like it?” He asked as he placed his hands in his pockets leaning back and forth between his heels and his toes. “Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t like this.” You laughed in disbelief.

“I’m glad you like it, c’mon baby let’s board the plane before they leave without us.” Oliver took your hand into his as he directed you towards the plane, you greeted the flight attendant who was waiting for you at the entrance as she guiding you both to your seats.

Once you both were settled in your chairs chatting happily about your upcoming adventures a flight attendant had came around with a cart filled with expensive looking drinks & desserts. “Champagne or Club Soda?” She asked with a smile.

“Champagne please, babe what about you?” You turned to look at your boyfriend who was staring at the window as he unconsciously caressed your knuckles with his thumb, you squeezed your hand bringing his attention back to you.

“Hmm? Oh, I’ll have whatever your having.” He leaned into kiss you on your cheek before turning to stare out the window again continuing to stroke your knuckles, you smiled turning back to the attendant,“2 Champagnes please.”

As the flight attended walked away Oliver noticed that you had a particularly slummed look on your face, you were just jumping around in joy so seeing you down worried him.“Are you okay?”

“Yep! Just thinking of what we’re gonna do when we get there.” You sent your signature “i’m fine” smile his way continuing you tap your feet against the empty seat right in-front of you as you looked back down to face your feet.

“You look worried though.” He let go of your hand using his freed hand to pull your face towards his forcing you to face him, seeing his eyes filled with concern made you sigh before continuing, “Yeah it’s just, how much was this trip?”

His face soften hearing what you we’re concerned about, you both had fight’s about money in the past & about how Oliver spent way to much money on pointless things,“Oh, don’t worry about that baby.”

“I have too, you can’t go broke because you wanna please me. I’ll be fine with whatever you provide.” You admitted in a quiet voice turning your head to face the window across from your aisle. “With my profession I’ll go broke the day you go bald.”

“What if I go Bald tomorrow?” You wanted to laugh at his joke but it was quite hard knowing you really could go bald tomorrow & Oliver could become broke, after all nobody knows what could happen.

“You wouldn’t, what I’m trying to say is. I spend this money to make you smile, whether it’s a large purchase or small it’s for you. In this case; a private jet just for my princess.”

Hearing your boyfriend be so adamant about you spending his money & not thinking of you as a sugar baby or a gold digger relieved you greatly. Yes, you both were dating but you weren’t a mind reader, for all you know he could be planning to kill you.

“Alright then, on that note; I could get used to this. Fast.” You pushed your insecure thoughts to the side as you settled into your seat properly reclining the seat, feeling in all the luxuries to the max. He chuckled at your childishness as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you in.

“Get used to it baby, you’re stuck with me, my jet & my money forever.”

ERLING HAALAND — giant teddybear!

“I told you not to eat so many sweets before went on the ride, no wonder you almost threw up.” Your boyfriend reminded you as he leaned over helping you walk throughout the winter carnival without collapsing.

Seeing that his good friend Jude had gone recently to the Winter Wonderland you decided it be good for the both of you to go as well, until it wasn’t. It was either Erling was too tall for some of the rides or you chickened out just looking at it.

But seeing as you were low-key being a party pooper for your boyfriend who you basically forced to come to the attraction you decided to go onto the wildest ride there was available; bad, bad idea.

Erling had bought you almost every single foot item you looked at for to long filling your stomach much faster than you’d like, by the 4th taco you ate you were ready to unbutton your pants & burst.

“It was fun wasn’t it though?” You groaned out patting the shoulder of your boyfriend signalling him to slow down as you felt as if you were going to barf, he slowed down waiting for you to gain your composure.

Seeing as you took a little longer than usual he bent down pulling your body on his back giving you a piggyback ride, you on the other hand smirked into his back tucking your legs around his waist. “All apart of my plan.” You muttered into his neck taking in his scent.

“Did you say something?” Erling asked as he begun to walk passing by multiple food-stalls that just the smell of the food made you sick, you wrapped your arms around his neck & placed your head in the crook of his collarbone.

“Nope! Nothing! Don’t worry about it baby.” You whispered into his ear closing your eyes in the process, as Erling walked past multiple stalls you closed your eyes feeling peaceful almost falling asleep till you jolted up after feeling as if you were falling.

As you opened your eyes you looked around seeing that the entrance was just a few miles away, something also caught your eye; a stand with gigantic teddy bears. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, waiting for you to say what you needed.

“Can you win that for me before we leave?” You asked him patting his shoulder to get him to slow down so he didn’t walk right by the stand.“Win what?”

“The giant teddy bear.” You slid down his back and turned towards the stall pointing to the humongous teddy bears.

“You’re such a child, fine.” Erling walked towards the stand grabbing a few of the tennis balls on the desk as he backed away throwing them at the targets scoring on each one of them.

The man at the stall handed him a giant pink bear almost the size of you leaving Erling to walk back to you giant big bear in hand stupid grin on his face, you took the bear out of his hand giving it a big squeeze. “Thanks baby.”

“What should I name him?” You asked as you both continued to walked towards the exits hand in hand, hearing that Erling turned to you looking at you weirdly, “You name your teddy bears?”

“Of course! Since you won him for me I’ll name him, Erlie.” You smiled at him squeezing his hand, Erling chuckled at your ridiculous as he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re too cute, but Erlie is a horrible nickname love. Makes him sound like an old man.”

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[taasgirl]

planned / jude bellingham

summary: jude an y/n are aaaaall about soft launch, until a certain grealish ruins it

jobebellingham Proud of you brother. Birmingham will always love you #bvbbound

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judebellingham Lots of love little bro 🫶

user4562829 their love for each other >>>>>>

bvb Welcome home starboy ⭐

ynusername up for some german lessons @ judebellingham

judebellingham ja bitte!

ynusername you're getting there...

ynusername i don't wanna leave home :((((

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maddygrech please don't leave me here with the eshays

ynusername oh god. good luck

jobebellingham God when can I come over 🙄

user272937 always was always will be 🖤💛❤️

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ynusername us.

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user3452893 strangely cryptic...

user1280282 100% confirming that she's a wag

user0927652 anyone else here from that one tweet?

user5793723 HOW IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HOW IT SAYS 'US'?

erlinghaaland Hearts for everyone. Thank you to everyone who came out tonight, a biiiig 3 points on the board.

ynusername sigh.

erlinghaaland fine take him back 😳 liked by judebellingham

judebellingham Germany is black and yellow!! 🖤💛

username456297 yn and jude this, yn and jude that. LETS FUCKING TALK ABOUT ERLING AND JUDE

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flowers for my pretty guy <3

ynusername is it really a date if i'm not ordering pasta?

judebelligham idk if you're scamming me but pasta should not be $40 a dish

user563920 WHAT THE FUCK????????? user019373 TEARS DOWN MY FACE RIGHT NOW

maddygrech my pretty girl

jackgrealish i wonder who was taking these photos 💁

user65283 he's so unserious omfg

judebellingham some photos with some of my favourite people 🩷

trentarnold66 nice to see that you've done me dirty

jobebellingham i hear you. look at my eyes smh

user672939 SOFT LAUNCH I REPEAT SOFT LAUNCH

jackgrealish i wonder how y/n is feeling now that you've finally posted her

jobebellingham JESUS JACK ITS A SOFT LAUNCH

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judebellingham i think i'm gonna love you a long time @ynusername

ynusername @ jackgrealish we wanted the soft launch to last longer gosh

jackgrealish DON'T BLAME ME I CAN'T KEEP SECRETS

jobebellingham idk what she sees in you

judebellingham 🍆

user458274 yeah they're my parents fr

ynusername i really wanted to drag out the soft launch but @ jackgrealish had different plans...😶

jackgrealish I DID YOU GUYS A FAVOUR STOP BASHING ME

judebellingham my beautiful girl 💗

user567822 NAWWWWW

user682629 ok they cute af

Let me know if ya'll like this ❤️ Jude and y/n got me cheesing

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[libraryofloveletters]

Can’t Get Away From You

Erling Haaland x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: a mini fight, some shouting, one mention of throwing something at someone, your boyfriend is attached to your hip and follows you like a puppy, power outages, jumpscares, some swearing, stuck in the middle of no where. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: okay I lied, I know I said no fics but this was in my drafts and I had the urge to finish it :) also this was a random idea that @themandaloriansdiaries​ and I came up with on ft many many nights ago

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"Why do you always do this?” You shouted at the man across the room from you. 

Your boyfriend stares at you like you had gone insane and sometimes he thought you were, but tonight’s shouting was justified.

The two of you were supposed to go to your sister’s surprise birthday party but big shocker, Erling chose to stay back and kick a ball around for another 2 hours. Their training session was already done, he had no reason to stay back and yet he did. You were waiting for him so you could go together opposed to taking two cars because he kept telling you 10 more minutes and he’d be home, but you ended up being two hours late to your own sister’s party.

“I said I was sorry, didn’t I?” He looks at you and you can’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Yes, because that makes up for the fact that I was late to my sister’s party. You’d never do that to your sister, would you? And you know I would never do that to her either. I actually care to show up when I say I will.” 

“Y/n, you're overreacting. She didn’t even care that you were late.” He huffed, sitting on the couch. 

You cannot believe him; he was late, had the audacity to tell you she didn’t even care and now he can't even stand up so you can shout at him? You were sick of his shit, you needed to leave before you threw something at his head. 

The man watches as you grab your purse and phone, storming out of the front door and letting it slam shut behind you. He gets up, following you out the door.  

“Where are you going?” He shouts from the porch, you don’t answer but instead get into your car and back out of the driveway. 

You had no idea where you were going but you needed to be anywhere but there. 

You drove for what felt like hours before you finally stopped in some random parking lot off the side of the road; you had driven out of the city and into the countryside. Hunger was kicking in and you tumbled through your purse for a mint, a piece of gum or literally anything edible. Eventually giving up on the tumbling, you dumped the contents of your purse into the passenger seat and switched on the light. 

There’s a set of keys staring at you, a bright blue man city key chain hung on the bunch; the keys to the cabin. 

Shortly after you and Erling began dating, the two of you decided you needed a place to go when you wanted to be away from the city. That’s how you ended up with a cabin 3 hours outside of Manchester. 

The sky was varying shades of the black and the once viable moon was now blocked by clouds. You figured since you were closer to the cabin then you were home, you might as well spend the night there. 

Another hour and you pulled into the muddy driveway, it seemed to have rained at some point during the day. You silently thank your boyfriend in your head for putting in sensor lights, otherwise you might have just slept in the car. The yard was pitch black and the Remingtons, the couple who owned the house across from your place, were away for the summer which meant you were all alone in the middle of nowhere. 

The thought freaked you out, but not enough to make you turn back and go home. 

You shoved everything back into your purse, slinging it over your shoulder as you avoided the puddles of mud on your way to the front door. The look clicked as you turned the key and you sprinted into the cabin, shutting the door behind you. 

A hand dragged across the wall, feeling for the light switch and you pressed it, lighting up the place. You also turned on the light in the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom because you were alone.. not because you were scared or anything like that. 

The cupboards were pretty empty, anything of substance was eaten the last time you two were there because you didn’t want it to go bad. The only things were a few boxes of mashed potatoes, a can of corn and one can of sliced pineapple. 

You couldn't be bothered to cook so you pulled the pineapple can out and was about to crack it open when there was a knock on the front door. 

It was safe to say your blood ran cold. 

The Remingtons were gone, you were certain of that because they told you to check on the house when you come down if you did, which meant they weren’t there. 

No one else lived around here, and you can’t just say no one is home because you switched on every light possible. 

Setting the can down, you slowly made your way to the door. You waited to hear if there’s another knock, you peeked out the front window in hopes of catching a glimpse of whatever was outside. 

“Babe!” The voice called, startling you. “Open up!” 

You groaned, the voice belonging to none other than your boyfriend. You opened the door, unfortunately, and found your giant of a boyfriend standing there with a bag in hand.

“Are you gonna make me stand in the rain?” He asks, the hood over his head blocking the water from his face. “I figured you didn’t eat dinner, so I brought you something to eat.” He stepped into the house; he was so big, you couldn’t really stop him if you wanted too.

“When the rain stops, I want you out.” You turn to him and he smiles, nodding. 

He handed the bag over to you, the smell of Chinese food filling your surroundings. You refused to cave, holding your ground and staying mad at him. He shut the door behind him, turning the locks. 

“What the fuck man? How’d you know I was here?” You handed the bag over to him, acting like you didn’t want it. Erling shrugged, taking the bag back and going to the kitchen. 

He unpacked the boxes, setting them on the counter. “You left your location on.” 

You groaned quietly, cursing yourself for leaving it on. Erling ignores your theatrics and puts some food on a plate for you, bringing it over to you and setting it on your lap. He knew you well enough to know if he offered the plate to you, you’d refuse and you needed to eat; part of why you were so snappy with him was because you were hungry. 

He can’t help but notice how you un-tense now that he’s around; it brought a smile to his face but he didn’t dare say anything. 

Erling sat beside you, eating quietly.

“Can we play a board game?” He asked, setting the plate on the coffee table. 

“No.” 

Erling hummed, going to dig the monopoly box out from the tv stand drawer. He set up the board, all the little pieces, the cards and the dice and began playing by himself. 

You ignored the man, trying not to laugh as he screwed him over on one of the places he wanted. He rolled the dice, counting out the places he needed to move when the lights shut off. 

The sound of thunder startled out, causing you to jump slightly. 

“Babe, you okay?” He called, getting up. “Ow fuc-” he groans, probably stepping on one of the little pieces. 

“I’m fine,” you get up, walking to the kitchen to get your phone off the table. It wasn’t pitch black, you can still make your way around the house so you searched through the kitchen cupboards for some candles, anything that can give you light for the time being. 

Erling had gone quiet, you were about to turn around to see where he was but a hand on your shoulder caused you to drop your phone and let out a scream. 

“It’s just me,” he laughed and you smacked his arm. 

“What the fuck man! God, you are so- ugh.” 

You sit at the table, phone back in hand as you called the power company. They finally get to your call after an hour on hold and let you know that the power won’t be turning back on until tomorrow morning. 

The phone dropped on the table, your head tipped back as you groaned. 

Erling reaches for the candles on the top shelf and lights them, setting them on the table. He sits across from you quietly, the two of you listening to the rain until the sound stops, the last flash of lighting strikes and it goes quiet. 

He looks out the window and back at you, the soft orange glow of the candle light reflecting off of your skin. “I should head out,” he says, pulling your focus to him. 

“What?” 

“The rain.. it stopped. You said leave when it’s done raining.” He reminds you, standing up. 

“Oh.. right, yeah. Okay, go ahead.” 

Erling kisses your head when he walks past you, telling you to call him if you needed anything but you ignored him, still holding out on being upset even though you weren’t anymore. 

The door shuts, you move from your spot at the dining room table to the couch but before you could sit down, the doorbell rings again. “What?” You shouted, walking over to see what he wanted. 

He smiles at you when you open the door, pointing to the tree that’s fallen and blocked the driveway. “I’m stuck.” 

“Use that viking strength of yours and push it away.” You shut the door again and went back to the couch. 

You felt a bit bad, the guilt of him sitting out in the rain sunk in, even more so seeing that you had nothing to distract you. You pulled yourself off the couch and opened the door again, assuming you’d see his car on and him in it but it was off, the driveway was dark and the tree was still there. 

“Erling?!” You shouted in the emptiness, “where are you?!”

There’s no answer but what are you supposed to do? Stand out in the rain or maybe go looking for him in the dark? 

You shut the door, turning back around to see him sitting at the kitchen table.

“WHAT THE FUCK ERLING?!” You screamed, your heart jumping out of your body momentarily. You let out a breath, hand pressed to your chest. “How the hell did you get in here?” 

“The back door was open.” 

“Why are you lurking at the back- wait, it was unlocked?” Your brows furrowed, looking towards the back door. 

Erling nodded, “yeah, I wasn’t lurking though. I went to check if the generator would turn on.” 

“And it did?” You wrapped the blanket from the couch around yourself. 

Erling looked up at the light that’s yet to turn on. “I mean, obviously not.” 

It was freezing in the cabin, considering that the power had shut off and it was raining, it only made it colder. 

“C’mere,” Erling calls for you, his arms opened as he waits for you to come cuddle up next to him. You shook your head, waddling your way to the bedroom. Your boyfriend follows you, watching as you dropped on the bed and pulled the comforter up on top of you. 

You can feel the cold running up your spine, the cold air creeping along your skin despite the two blankets and the giant man in the room lifting the blanket wasn’t helping. 

“What are you doing?” You grumbled, not turning around. 

Erling slipped into bed next to you, pulling you flat against his chest. His body was like a heater, the man wrapping his arms around you and kissing your shoulder before fixing the blanket. 

You tried to wiggle away but he held you firmly in place. “You can stay mad but I'm not letting you freeze.” 

You let your boyfriend hold you, simply because it's cold and not because you were mad at yourself for being mad at him for no reason. At some point, the two of you must've dozed off.

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The lights were what woke you up; bright white lights shining down on you from the ceiling and the fact that the curtains were still open didn't help your eyes that were now adjusting to being open again. 

There’s some heavy on you, you can’t even pull yourself up and you’re almost certain you know what it is. You look down to find your giant of a boyfriend on top of you. His arm tossed over your hip, face smooshed against your stomach as he snored quietly. 

You smiled, forgetting all about last night as you pulled the hair tie from his hair. He stirred, settling moments later when you passed your hand through his hair. Your fingers rubbed along his scalp, massaging his head. 

“Morning,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your stomach. He kicked the blanket off of him, “it's hot.” 

“Power turned back on.” 

He shifts, laying beside you and pulling you into his side. “I’m sorry about last night.” 

“Mhm hm, I know.” Your fingers dragged along his shirt. Erling looked down at you, “are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Sorry,” he says, like it's obvious. 

“No,” you joked, smiling at him. Erling knows you were, you don’t really do emotions or say sorry but he knows you are. 

He laughs, kissing your forehead.“Shall we go get breakfast?” 

You groan, burying your face in his side. “We have to take two cars.” “Oh and move the tree.” He reminds you, making you groan again. 

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[kalembappe]

do with that what you will | j.b. 5 (feat. e.h. 9)

a/n: remember when I wrote? back in June? Time flies. Also hi anon who req'd this forever ago, title's yours. also proofread! but don't hold it against me, english is a hard language. wordcount: 4501 nsfw under cut! minors dni 18+...pwp(very little plot), choking, oral(m receiving), public(?), unprotected p in v sex, overusing of italics

You were moody today. He could tell by the way you avoided his eyes to how you’d only talk when acknowledged (by someone else) but not before plastering that scrunched smile that only he could tell was fake. It’s not like your reasons are invalid, if anything he was the one to blame for this but he doesn’t have time for your petty squabbling, you’re in public and you’re both adults. You know well enough that you should act like it.

At least that’s what he thought until he saw his old friend, the one that just completely bodied his team 14 hours prior to tonight is now standing next to his girlfriend, you’re talking with that pretty smile that was the death of him, easily would be the death of anyone else.

He looks like a lamppost, he observes the man dressed in all black; a complete contrast to his bright platinum hair slicked into its normal bun.

You looked more at ease now that you were talking to him, you both did. Compared to your stiffness to other people, you seem to warm up to him. You were so comfortable that you even let him stand by you with your arm pressed against his broader one.

Not as broad as mine, but you know I– Again, he catches himself. He should stop. That’s his friend too. The interaction unfolds, what should be friendly, is anything but to him. To him. He should look away, but he can’t.

This isn’t supposed to bother him. It wouldn’t bother him as much as it does if he didn’t know that Erling used to pine for you. Grovel at your feet even. He remembers that boyish grin he makes every time you would interview them post game or before. People would point it out online, saying things such as you favor the Dortmund players or that you’re so critical but praise Erling like he was god and even thought it was funny at first knowing he himself made you see god.

It’s unfair that he suddenly wanted to show Erling his place, he isn’t even sure if he knows that you and Jude were a thing at all and maybe only now had he suddenly found the confidence in himself to finally talk to you; but that was never a priority in his brain when he boils catching sight of a hand that isn’t his resting on your back.

Jude set the shot glass down a little louder than normally, clinking against the marble of the table. He picks up another one, it’s his third…or fourth. Actually, He isn’t sure, he lost count and he doesn’t leave his place. He doesn’t move when Erling’s pinky taps on your back, his patience runs thinner by every inch that finger dips lower than where it’s welcome.

The only thing that breaks Jude from his reverie is when he catches your eye as you turn back for the shortest moment, droopy and paired with a lazy smirk. He didn’t care much until he realized what it implied; you’re tipsy, not enough to be too vulnerable, but enough to let yourself be reckless to do something you shouldn’t. You wink, solidifying his conclusion–you know what you’re doing.

Before he knows it, you’re back to entertaining his “friend” only this time you’re a lot more confident, talking louder, smiling wider, even grabbing his bicep as you slightly tilt your head back from laughing. It irks him, but he’ll play your game. He wonders if Erling knows he’s playing too. *

You’ve been avoiding him all night. Even at home– his home you mean (where you luckily had some appropriate clothes), dodging kisses and pretending like you don’t feel his stare at the back of your head just like he was doing now; seconds before Erling asks you to go dancing. A bit of a surprise since you thought he only approached you to ask where the toilet was and now you’re dancing? He had to lean down to your height to be audible over the music. The question hangs in the air–Should you? Probably not.

“Sure.” It comes out before you realize, but the acknowledgement in his face tells you that you indeed said it out loud.

You have to stop yourself from turning back too fast when you feel Erling’s palm rest lowly on your back, he says something you don’t listen to– he’s getting himself another drink(looking back, his intentions were obvious if he started drinking right after he asked where the restroom was). His attention shifted long enough for you to finally steal a glance at Jude, who’s shot glass threatened to crack between his fingers. He liked to pretend it was Erling’s pinky, grip tightening as he watches it brushes on your back. His stare follows as you take the initiative of walking Erling to where the people are drunk and dancing.

From anyone’s point of view, it seems like the next story on Hello! Magazine, awaits Erling, but contrary to how it appears, your mind was occupied completely and utterly of Jude. How much you hated him, how he looks like sitting with his legs spread, wondering how far you could press till he cracks. It’s all fair play though, he out of anyone should know.

He promised himself that after the game, you would get to hangout. You were excited, you thought maybe you’d go out for dinner, do something intimate; just the two of you, but after a day’s rest (that you so generously granted him) he says he needs to attend a party, for old time’s sake.

You didn’t know how to react at first, should you be mad? You started to feel so, but thought to yourself; do you even have the right to? You shook that thought off your head. Of course you did! You let your insecurities go before settling on disappointment. Jude saw this, thought it’d be better if you spent what could’ve been your date together at the party. With his friends. Might as well bring his mum, she’s better company anyways.

Call it what you want, maybe It’s a bit childish how you hated the thought of sharing Jude to anyone, a bit possessive; but it’s hard having to arrive at a party together only to split up and socialize with other people so you can keep things hush, water down suspicion. You understand why he does it, you think it’s best too. But just for tonight, you hoped; you didn’t have to share him with the world. Alas, another day goes where you have to. Anyway, if he liked to do it so much then he shouldn’t mind if you share a little too.

The music changes once your heels click on the dance floor, the song’s slower. Erling’s stills, “I’m not good at this” Hands hover over your body, he didn’t know where to place them. He’s antsy, it’s cute–you won’t deny that; the drinks wear off when you’re nervous. Suddenly he’s aware that you’re dancing with him. You feel a little bad knowing you’re using him, regardless, he’s still a nice guy. Always thought he was a little sweet. Your eyes crinkle as you smile, watching him blush. Confidently, you push down the hands onto your hips before adding a firm pat to reassure him. “Keep it there.” You sound more serious then you’re supposed to, it makes Erling gulp. All his confidence may have just been the alcohol talking, and if he were being honest, he wished he drank a bit more.

Jude watched as you giggled–he scowled, you’ll have nothing to laugh about if you keep this up. If he was jealous when Erling put a hand on your back, he was livid when he watched you laugh with Erling, like you’re actually enjoying yourself. He’s not one to be insecure, he’d never even entertained the thought but that seemed to change when this jealousy turned into something worse. He couldn’t put it into words. It boils in him as your hips sway, you’re too close to each other, but he’s rooted where he stood. He’s mesmerized and enraged, but he won’t go down without a fight.

Minutes pass and Jude finds himself seated next to his friends, he figured he needed to let loose, maybe people were getting suspicious with how he’d only kept his attention to that girl dancing with Erling Haaland. Gio yells over the music, “did you order this?” his eyes shift to his friend, confusion replacing Jude’s then blank face. He almost said no before catching a group of girls giggling to themselves. Just as Gio was about to return them back, Jude tapped his shoulder, “I’ll be back.” He didn’t wait for a reply, already trekking his way to his next mission.

Erling’s let’s his limbs set loose, even if he’s just jumping to the music, you’re jumping with him. It’s dark, but it was lit enough that he could make out the shape of your jaw and the curves of your body, he doesn’t know why he hasn’t noticed but it drew him in even more. He spins you, back resting on his front, hands are on your hips as you sway to the rhythm. For the first time tonight, Jude was the last thing on your mind.

But from where you stood, you felt eyes on you; consciously, you opened yours only to get a glimpse of something that made your blood cold. Hands were on him. Everywhere. He’s got his arms out with two girls wrapped on him like he was a tree. The music tunes out, the hands on your body disappear, and it’s red. You see red. It makes your fingers twitch. He catches your eye, how your movements slow until your whole body’s rigid, and thought to himself; I’ve won. He grins, satisfied with your reaction. But if anything, you’re the stubborn one in this relationship.

Erling’s voice is soft on your ear, polite as he is. “Are you okay?” You don’t look his way, you’re busy making sure Jude’s watching. You trail your eyes back to Erling with a smile that fooled anyone.

He’s upside down from your point of view, the outline of his jaw more prominent under the shadow. The stare you give makes his cheeks hot. He’s about to say something but the words get caught in his throat when the feeling of your hips grinding back at him registers in his brain. He short circuits, forgetting every word he’s known.

Jude’s smirk leaves as soon as it arrives, dropping and taken over by his wide eyes–ironically mirroring Erling’s expression who’s grip lands on your hips for leverage. Your eyes look blown under the light, big and innocent like you don’t know what you’re doing–but Erling knows, they both know you do. You’re close to his face, enough that he could see the remnants of gloss on your lips.

It happened quickly, someone spilled liquid on you, mostly your shoes but also a little on your dress. It’s beer. You look up, both of you pulled away. Maybe you should’ve cared that you ruined it, the shoes that Jude bought you. Jude. Fuck. You look up, he’s already leaving sans the two girls he had all over him. Maybe you overdid it this time. Taking a quick glance at Erling, he’s occupied with the person apologizing to him, reassuring the man. He’ll be fine on his own, you think to yourself. When Erling picks his head up, you’re already gone.

You follow him amidst the sea of sweaty drunk people, shoving, and pushing. You think of what you want to say, apologize? That’s completely unfair. It’s not like you were gonna actually lean in and he shouldn’t have ditched you in the first place or canceled last second– And where does he think he’s going?

You curse this world for giving him long legs, walking two steps at a time. Everything just decides to be an inconvenience to you today. Your voice is dry with alcohol and the lack of use, but still you yell over the unnecessarily loud club music.

“Jude! Can you please– slow down! Asshole...” You say the last part in a normal tone only to realize you’ve said it loud enough for him to hear. There’s a cold breeze on your shoulders that tells you you’re at the exit, the door’s open and it’s quiet. Jude turns slowly, a more than displeased expression on his face.

“Me? I’m the asshole?” He scoffed.

“Yes. You ditched me!”

“And you seemed to find great company.”

A scowl disturbs your features, “You were doing the same thing!”

Before he responds, he pauses, Jude does something you both have been avoiding all night. He takes a deep breath, recollecting himself. His voice is steady, “Look, I can tell you’re upset about tonight,”

“Wonder what gave that away–”

“Let me finish.” You cross your arms on your chest, mumbling to yourself. Jude takes a step in your direction, enclosing your figure on the wall but (as much as you’d hate to admit) it isn’t suffocating, he’s warm and the scent of his clothes are comforting. His fingers stroke your arm up and down till they reach the space between your neck and your shoulder. They linger for a moment before softly brushing the hair clinging to your skin.

“I know why you’re mad, okay? I get it baby.” You sigh when his head ducked to your height. His voice is so soft on your ear that you can’t help but sink into the wall, his body pressing flush on yours. Lips graze the shell of your ear, leaving a soft peck on the sensitive skin. Jude… dazed, you whine his name. “I know you can’t help it..” He continued, “I know you can’t because,” fingers stroke your throat. “Well ‘cause you’re a whore.”

As soon as your eyes open, there’s a grip that tightens at the sides of your throat, squeezing out a strangled noise from you. A whimper or a moan, You aren’t sure anymore. There’s a pause in the air, he waits for you to say something. You don’t–no, you can’t. The damp spot on your underwear strengthens his claim. Heat rushes to your cheeks, you want to tell him off at least, leave a snarky remark but embarrassment floods in your stomach and his hold on you is immovable. His eyes speak for himself, Look at me–it read, but you never had the strength to look away in the first place.

“You think I’m gonna let you off easy? You’re used to that aren’t you. ‘Cause I spoil you too much, isn’t that right?” His tone is sweet, his hand brushes your temple gently, but it isn’t real–the only thing you could register with a lack of air in your brain. Your body shudders when the stroke of his hand travels lower, the one on your neck slacking but he still keeps you between him and the wall. So close that you could feel his breath on your cheek, his knee taking place between your legs and pressing slowly, you gasp.

“Jude not– here.” You curse at yourself. It was supposed to come out firmly, a command, rather it sounded like a meek plea. Jude’s leg bumped against your clothed front like he was playing with you, your thighs tried to shut but it only made things worse. “Please we’re in public–” He paused his movement before scoffing at your words.

“Really? You didn’t seem to mind while you were fucking around with Erling. ‘In public’, for someone in the media, you could lie better than that.” You wince when you recall the events earlier tonight and how he spat your name out in disgust. “Maybe I should just keep you on a short leash so you don’t hump on people like a bitch.” The words are shameless, and the lack of a better term, fucking vile that it makes you squirm. You look down, unable to meet his eyes.

“Why are you so bothered? Thought you liked this...? So open for everyone to see…” His hands massage low on your back, reclaiming what’s his. Jude’s tone was frustratingly cocky that you almost rolled your eyes if his knee didn’t come up and down again to get your attention, a surprised whimper escaped from you. “Hey, Don’t cry for me yet, I’ve barely started.”

Your hands press flatly on his chest, “Jude, can we just– let’s do it somewhere more private.” You do your best to coax the man with eyes he normally can’t just say no to, thinking that seemed to soften him just a little.

He takes a step back, enough that you can breathe your own air, albeit keeping you from sinking to your knees with his hands on your waist. He sighed, “You’re right.” *

Tears prick the corners of your eyes, the mascara that you meticulously applied earlier although waterproof is probably running down your cheeks. Drool gathers around your lips, he thumbs under your jaws; a reminder to keep it slack. Jude’s torturously slow with his movements, making sure that you take all of him. You do your best to do the complete opposite and take him in eagerly, the head of his cock reaching the back of your throat causing both of you to moan. Jude, having none of it, sinks deeper in response, causing you to flinch your head back in a fit of coughs. He wipes your swollen lips of the liquid that gathered with a dumb grin on his stupid face, enjoying the sight of you on your knees.

You swallow back spit to clear your throat, holding onto his thigh so the strain on your knees wouldn’t hurt as much. Catching your breath, you glare at him, “Dick.”

He flashes a smile, “Yes, what did you think it was?” He looked completely unserious, relaxed even, bringing down one of his hands to his side. He tucks your chin between his fingers, “Come on, angel. The faster you get me off, the faster it is for you to get up off your knees.” Lightly, he slaps the head of his cock on your cheek. The pout you make is endearing, a glimpse of your usual adorable self that he’d nearly ruined by slotting himself between your lips. “Unless…you want to keep at it till someone walks in and sees the Fox sports journalist giving head to a Dortmund player? I can already see the tabloids– fuck.”

The sound is enough encouragement, Jude’s cock twitches as he watches you (all he ever does) your pink tongue licks a stripe up his length before you suckle on the tip, cheeks hollowing, sealed tight, taking your time. Your answer is clear, Jude doesn’t know whether to celebrate or crumble. His grunts are short and restricted, yet they echo in the wide restroom that you were dragged to on a whim, how you got here happened in flashes of red lights that disappeared when you heard the door shut, unsure if he locked it–you know you didn’t but it adds to the thrill, the thought makes your stomach swirl and your knees shut.

You’re kind enough to sink your mouth deep till you're half way. Slowly, you pick up the pace. The rise and fall of his chest accelerate, gasps turn into moans. His hips meet yours, although his movements were careful, he was desperate. It didn’t help his resolve when your eyes fluttered at him, all pretty even with you gagging on his dick. His hands absentmindedly found their way to the back of your hair, finally letting himself yield and start fucking your throat. You try your best to catch up even if you’re no longer moving in your own accord and just making sure to breathe through your nose. Just as his moans turn ragged, he pulls you off, leaving you gasping for air. He lends you a minute, tilting your chin up at him to meet his eye.

“All good?” he waits for you to nod–you do, still trying to breathe. He strokes your lips with his thumb, wiping it dry. You look up at him, eyes hazy and blown. “Get up.” He commands, tone stripped of all its grit. You’re a beat too slow that Jude forces you up your shaky knees himself. You have to hold onto him and lean into his body. He’s just as wobbly but he tries his best to be steady for you both.

You’re close enough that he could steal a chaste kiss. What was an intimate exchange turned greedy. You’re on your tiptoes to reach him, but you’re not close enough, urging him to lean to your height, his palm traveling from your spine to the back of your head. He needs to feel your body and engrain the scent of your perfume on his. He flips you over, back now on the wall, hands greedy on your skin like he doesn’t know where to with your body. You nibble on his bottom lip a tad too hard that it makes him hiss. You kiss it better, sweet for a moment before swiping your tongue across it. He takes the hint and deepens the kiss and slips his tongue in exchange. You part, he leaves a peck on your forehead, drawing his lips to your cheek then to your neck

You’re getting impatient. Your body’s a lot more fidgety, writhing with every press into you. “Jude can you- I want-”

“Be quiet.” His tone was cold, still he kisses you dumb, he has the lips for it. It’s physical and intangible. He draws you in and lures your soul out, it makes your knees weak and turns you breathless. Your arms settle on his shoulders–they’re taught and big, your clothed cunt brushes against his dick—it makes you dizzy, sinking further into the wall.

He shifts your leg up on his hip, the other following naturally. You breathe heavily, his hands are impetuous on your body while he hikes up your dress roughly, settling for the fabric to hug your ribs. He pushes the flimsy material of your knickers, groaning as he sees you clench on nothing when the cool air meets your throbbing cunt, shiny with arousal. Fuck, baby. He mutters, voice above a whisper, you can’t tell if he meant to say it out loud.

He strokes himself on your clit, rubbing with his cock, goading needy little moans out of you. You feel like crying when his tip finally stretches your hole. You’re loud enough that Jude has to silence you with his lips as he fully fits the head of his cock in. He catches your whimper in his open mouth, gasping together when he places you higher on the wall, pushing deeper. You’re tight with the lack of prepping, but you’re wet. So deliciously wet. Taking him in like butter on a hot knife. He presses his face against your neck, grunting and breathing heavily. You’re left in an even more muddled state, spilling incoherencies, trying and failing to hold in your noises. You’ve completely given up on the silence, fuck it.

A grip on your face stills you, it’s then when you recognize the familiar callous hand covering your mouth–your noises. You don’t have enough time to tell him off, you couldn’t if you tried. His eyes burn on your skin, the warmth in your neck gone, you feel the tightness of his muscles in every buck of his hips, slapping against your skin. His stare is heavy on you– that alone flushes your cheeks. You push his hand away, instead tucking your head in his neck to muffle yourself , holding on for dear life while he thrusts faster and faster still.

  Your alternative catches your noises, poorly at that. Your eyes are shut, meeting his movements as you focus on the heat building in your stomach. He’s driving into your pussy like he’s trying to fuck you into the wall. Each word that tries to escape is garbled in your pipes, strangled and aching for release.

“You gonna come? Already?” He mocks you. “Come on, let me see my dumb girl.” Your grip softens around him, Jude maneuvers your face with his hand before fixing his palm to rest on your throat like he does although now looser. “What a mess…” You’re close, he can tell. Your stomach tenses, clenching onto him as if you’re dreading the second that he’ll pull out. He laughs, unsure of why but he tightens his grip, one that’s become so familiar on your neck that it’s grounding. The lack of air and the heaping pleasure turns your brain into a puddle, everything around you clouds, your own voice and the muffled music louder than it was, bouncing off the walls.

It’s when you open your eyes that your stomach drops, it’s a second that slips as soon as it passes. Your legs shake, thighs tensing around Jude. The same eyes you spent looking at the entire night stares back at you, wide and struck. Erling stands there, tense in his spot, taller than the space between the open door, music leaks in, almost blending with your high moans but the sound bleeds into his brain. He can’t describe what he felt strongest; jealousy, shock, or the tightness in his slacks. For now he swallows his own spit, the picture of your writhing body ingraining itself in every memory he has of you. Ruined. You’re completely ruined.

“Oh my–Erling–”

Jude smirks, “No, It’s Jude.” He teased, loud enough that all three of you could hear.

“N–no, I mean– It’s– Fuck. Oh god!”

“Yeah, that one works too.” It’s embarrassing how slippery you are inside, Jude rocking in and out of you like a piston with the stamina of an athlete.

Erling’s planted on the floor, it feels like he’s holding in a breath that’s stuck in his lungs. He should look away, but he can’t.

“Go ahead,” He whispers between thrusts, holding you against the wall. This time his words are close, only for you to hear. You have no choice, unable to utter a word, gasping, forced to take it. “Come for me while you look at him.”

It’s pathetic how you follow, eyes fixed towards the door when your orgasm crests in an explosion that leaves you shaking and trembling, legs wrapping tighter around Jude’s waist. Ultimately, you fail the task at hand, eyes nearly rolling back when your mind goes blank, the sensation tingles all the way to your satin shoes, throbbing and pulsing. His grunts turn into gasps, nails digging into your thighs when he climbs his own high, finally spilling into you.

You recollect, breathing heavily against each other. The last thing you saw were a pair of icy blues. As soon as you pick your head up from Jude’s neck, they’re gone.

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[holygrailimagines]

Small

Summary: Erling x reader, size kink, SMUT!

Erling was an absolute giant. Regardless of how tall you were, Erling had a special talent of making you look so small compared to him. He absolutely adored your height difference, loving the way his clothes suffocated your frame. He would always tease you, asking for kisses and watching you struggle on your tippy toes as you tried reaching his lips with yours. If you were ever tired, he wouldn't hesitate to carry you around. His favorite thing about your height difference was the way you had to look up at him. Your beautiful eyes glistening under the lights, staring straight into his soul. 

He also loved your height difference when it came to sex. However, he knew that he had to be very careful with you. Since he was much bigger, he made sure you were alright with everything happening. He was very adamant about having a safeword and prepping you before he would penetrate you. He knew you loved it when his tongue licked your folds, and his thick fingers spread your tight walls. He liked asking you whether you thought you could handle him. 

“I’ll try to,” you would say, innocently smiling up at him. When he finally did slip himself inside you, he would always pause and make sure you were okay before slipping out and slamming back in. He was infatuated with the feeling of his large cock intruding your tight walls, the warmness almost making him cum instantly. He loved to take you with your back pressed on the bed. With this view, he could watch your tits bounce with his powerful thrusts. He could also see how his large hand perfectly wrapped around your small throat. You would look up at him with those same beautiful eyes, only now they were droopy with lust. But the best part of this view was the way he could see his cock protruding from your stomach. The bulge was subtle but served a powerful reminder about how big he was compared to you. He would be hypnotized, staring at your stomach as he entered you, waiting to see how far he reached inside of you. You would always be a moaning and whimpering mess under him, his hips slamming against yours. You could feel his balls slapping against your aching, tight cunt. He would slip his large thumb into your small mouth, feeling your tongue swirl around it. 

“Look at you, taking me like a good girl,” He would praise you, his thrusts continuing their brutal pace. You would have tears streaming down your face, feeling the immense pleasure from his thick cock filling your clenching pussy. 

“So…big,” you would let out, boosting his ego as his hips began jackhammering into you. By now, the room would be filled with lewd noises; skin slapping skin, moans, grunts, and the bed slamming against the wall. You would always be the first to come, followed shortly by Erling. He would make sure his large load filled you up to the brim. He would slip out, you whimpering in response as your cunt became empty again. 

Erling knew you would be sore by the end of it all, and he made sure to care for you adequately and accordingly. A warm bath would be made, and he would carry you in, your legs completely numb and useless. He would bathe with you, and for the millionth time, your beautiful eyes would look back up at him.

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[fallinforerling]

Hi could you write about erling not liking when his girlfriend wears a bra around the house/when they are alone? Him being in love with her and her body, but her being insecure, especially having natural big breasts? Erling having a thing for her boobs, but like not only sexual, he likes touching them, using them as his personal pillow, massaging them (his gf telling him he acts like they are his stress balls). Basically him being her biggest supporter :))

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“Erling?!” It was the third time you called for your boyfriend in the last five minutes. Was he deaf? “Breakfast’s ready! It’s getting cold!” 

Still no response. 

“I swear to God…” You let out a sigh, going upstairs. The house was completely silent due to the sole presence of the two. When you made it to the bedroom, a laugh almost escaped your mouth. 

Erling was still wrapped on the covers, just as you left him thirty minutes ago. Seems like the constant attempts to wake him up were useless. His face was buried on your pillow, making your heart melt. You tiptoed around the bed until you were next to him, taking advantage of his sleepness to brush your fingers through his hair. A tiny smile drew on his face, letting you know he wasn’t as asleep as you thought. 

“So you decided to sleep in while your servant made breakfast?” You joked, dropping yourself on him. 

“Of course not, baby” He replied with his eyes still closed. “It’s just that I’m too tired.” He grabbed you by the hips, and with one movement, you were under him. “What about if we sleep a bit more?” His hands, as usual, slip past your shirt, looking for your boobs. 

Typical. 

They stopped above your bra, and you heard almost immediately his huff. 

“Why are you wearing this again?” He always complained when you wore a bra around the house. Always. 

“I told you! It’s more comfortable this way, they’re way too big for me to just let them hang free!” You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling his hands roll your bra up so he could grab them bare. “What I don’t get is why you are always touching my boobs… You know? They’re not stress balls.” 

“You sure? They always make me feel better and relaxed after touching them for a while.” His hands were still massaging you. At this point, this type of physical contact wasn’t even sexual. It was more of a weird hug. "And, this is the best pair of boobs in the world. Makes sense, because they're attached to the best body as well."

"Look who's talking" You smiled, feeling your heart do a pirouette, like everytime he said things like that.

“I’m average-looking next to you” His eyes met yours for a brief moment before kissing you the only way he knew. God, you loved this man. “You’re beautiful in any way possible. Sometimes I wonder how I got you” 

“Easy. I saw those lips and it was case closed” You said before returning the kiss. 

“Sounds like we’re both drawn by looks. How shallow.” He joked back, giving a final squeeze to your chest before letting them go. “What about breakfast?” 

“Oh, now you want breakfast?” You laughed, biting your lip when he seemed confused. 

“Of course, that food is as delicious as you are, I’m sure” He went inside the bathroom, leaving your blushing self behind. 

“Idiot…” You whispered, feeling more in love than ever. 

Maybe you should stop wearing bras, they were uncomfortable anyways.

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[oh-saints]

dating erling haaland includes? please

oh oh oh this is fun! but i hope i do this guy some justice bcs tbh i'm not familiar with him

you and erling used to be neighbors in norway but he moved to dortmund and only recently connected back to his old town

we all know erling loves his collection of pets and takes care of them diligently and that's how you reconnected because you're now his family's vet

so your earlier dates involves his pets, such as riding his horse weekly taking his horse for a walk, taking his dogs for a run, etc

it was because lowkey erling's not good at small talks so he resorts some help from his fury friends

his family loves you before you and erling got together so when erling announces you're together, they're more than elated for you two

your brother can't get it in his head that you're dating THE erling haaland, norway's current superstar, and almost accused you of using black magic

since distance gets in your way sometimes, he always does celebrations dedicated to you and it always melts his mom's heart

you're also the one who teaches him how to take pictures, especially selfies, because he used to suck at it but now he's the Instagram Boyfriend

altho his caption needs to be worked on still

since you're a vet and your job requires you to be clean and kept up all the time, it irks you to see erling's hair in a mess so you also teach him how to ponytail his hair

and braid too, lately

but he always asks you to do it for him whenever you're around because HE LIKES IT TOO MUCH he can fall asleep when you touch his hair

"you do it so good, solstrålen," he used to groan in satisfaction as you run your hair through his head ("you do it so good, sunshine")

his sister ran for her life though when she heard it

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[infinityerlingx]

Baby Fever

erling haaland x (fem)reader

plot - babysitting erling’s nephew has erling’s mind all over the show

genre - fluff

a/n - i do not know the name of erling’s nephew, so he will be called Isaac in this fic :)

part two here !!

part three here !!

You loved babysitting Erling’s nephew, the way his big eyes would stare up at you, with a little toothy grin as you made him giggle. The small boy only being 2 years old, he was beginning to talk a lot and wanted to run around everywhere.

Gabrielle had brought him over to Erling’s apartment one afternoon, with her struggling to find someone to look after him, you were always happy to take care of the little boy. His smile grew as he saw your face, opening his arms to be held by you. Gabrielle thanked you once again before making her way out. Erling was in the kitchen, making some food for Isaac as you brought him into the kitchen to meet Erling. Erling’s face lit up as you passed Isaac to him.

The afternoon was spent in the living room, Isaac on the carpet, multiple toys around him and colouring pages scattered around, Erling sat on the edge of the sofa, watching with a smile as you and Isaac drew pictures together. His mind couldn’t help but wander and think of you doing this with your own child in the future. Erling knew for a fact that he wanted children with you, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Isaac was beginning to get tired, his little yawns made Erling get up from the sofa and pick him up, taking him into the guest bedroom and letting him have a short nap.

“He’s asleep” Erling spoke softly as he wandered back into the living room, finding you on still the floor, picking up Isaac’s toys and cleaning up the papers, before stretching your body and standing back up. You sent him a smile before sitting back onto the L-shaped sofa, getting yourself comfy as Erling joined you, throwing himself down next to you, pulling you into him for a cuddle.

“Glad he’s asleep, tired me out all of this today” You hummed into Erling’s chest.

“I guess it can’t be that bad can it? I mean look how much fun we’ve both had today with him” Erling spoke.

“What do you mean?” You spoke sitting yourself up, watching his face.

“Y/N, you’re so good with him, seeing you with him has 100% made my mind up” Erling spoke seriously. You knew what he was insinuating but you wanted to hear him say it, so you played dumb, not wanting him to catch on with your mind. Your eyebrow cocked making him sigh before speaking again.

“I want a baby with you” Your eyes widened at his confession, even though it wasn’t a surprise, you didn’t think you’d hear them words ever come out of his mouth. “You’re the only person I want to have in the rest of my life. You’re everything to me Y/N, I don’t see myself with anyone but you, I want it all with you, the big house, with 2 maybe 3 little versions of us running around the garden” He carried on, his hand linked with yours. “If that’s what you want, but I really want a baby with you”

“Of course that’s what I want Erling, I want a baby with you too” You spoke and you’d never seen Erling smile so much in his life. His hands on your hips pulling you on top of him, sitting on his lap, he pulled you into a hug. His head tucked into your neck. His arms tight around your waist, your cheek resting against his head. “You’re the only one for me Erling” You spoke softly. Erling squeezed you in response, your heart fluttering at his actions.

Isaac had woken up just less than an hour later, finding you and Erling cuddled up on the sofa, his little arms extended wanting to be included. You picked him up, placing him on your lap, Erling watched you with a smile on his face. It was like you were made to be a mother.

Gabrielle arrived at the apartment after another hour had passed, Isaac jumping up and running straight for his mum. Gabrielle thanked the both of you and you said your goodbyes to her and the little boy, giving him a little kiss on his forehead.

Once the door was locked, Erling had his arms wrapped around your waist, his head on your shoulder, you leant into his touch, resting your back against his strong frame. You let out a deep sigh, your eyes fluttering shut after a long day. Your hands rested on top of his own. Your eyes opened again, turning your head you placed a short kiss onto Erling’s cheek.

“Wanna go get in bed and watch some Netflix?” You questioned quietly, Erling hummed and you felt his head nod. His arms loosening from your waist as he pulled away and walked with you to your shared bedroom. The pair of you getting changed into comfy clothes before getting into the large bed.

After a while the movie was forgotten about, you both lay facing each other, your leg pulled up over his waist, one of his large hands on your thigh, one of your hands resting around his shoulders, playing with his long hair.

“I mean every word I said today, seeing you with Isaac confirmed everything, I know we’re only young but, I mean, I think we’re both ready aren’t we?” Erling spoke “Unless you don’t want to yet, I’m ready whenever you are” He carried on, not wanting to rush you.

“Erling, stop worrying. I think I’m ready” You spoke with a smile. Erling looked at you with widened eyes. “Yeah we’re young but what’s stopping us? Nothing” You assured him.

“I’m so excited min kjære” He spoke softly, leaning down and giving you a long kiss. “Plus there’s one other thing” He said, a smirk making its way onto his lips.

“Hm, what’s that then” You replied, confusion spread over your face.

“You’d look so sexy pregnant, my baby inside of you” He smirked, his hand pushing against your lower stomach making you bite your lip slightly.

“Is that right?” You teased, pressing a small kiss over his Adam’s apple.

“Indeed it is” He replied, looking you up and down, his tongue darting out before kissing you again.

“Let’s do it then” You spoke against his lips, Erling didn’t need any more encouragement, he was bound to make sure that he would do anything to please you and make this the best night for you both.

Next thing you knew you were lay back on the bed, Erling’s large body covering you, his lips on yours and you knew that you were in for an incredible night.

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[sorceresski]

Hi can you do an imagine with Erling x black reader please ?

Headcanons - Erling Haaland x black!reader

A/N: this felt very meh. Let me know what you think❣️

I know you asked for an imagine but I thought headcanons would be fine

Erling was initially shy to strike up a conversation with you, you seemed so sure of yourself that night in the club. But alcohol and his teammates gave him the confidence he needed.

Him being completely shocked because you had braids when he first ran into you but you showed up for your first date with him 2 days later with a new hairstyle looking like a completely different person.

Erling loved your hair, especially in it’s natural state. But he always looked forward to what new hairstyle you’ll walk in through the door with after disappearing for 4+ hours.

Watching you on wash days just completely enraptured with how much care you put into taking care of your hair.

“Wow, day one and you’re already stealing my clothes,” he said when he walked into the kitchen after your first night together to find you in the shirt you had peeled off his back the night before.

Your hairties always going missing cause he liked to “borrow” them.

Both of you try to make time each week from your busy schedules for date night but his favourite is him cooking dinner for you while you watch and chat about your day.

Comforting each other after a hectic day.

The big guy is actually touch starved and latches onto you when he can. You could be reading a book in bed and he’ll be right there beside you, head on your midriff.

Holding hands whenever you both could, his arm almost always around your waist in public.

You slowly getting him to like Afrobeat music. You knew you were successful where he asked you to share your playlist with him.

Erling loved the height difference between you two, taking every opportunity to tease you about it and you humored him.

He was obviously always big spoon.

He had some bad habits you hated. Like him throwing his shoes wherever at the front door, creating an obstacle course.

Expect expensive gifts and babygirl treatment from him.

Slightly tweaking his closet (the man makes questionable fashion choices) and watching his fans talk about the ‘flavour’ you add to his life.

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[holymountdias]

Love triangle pt. 2

Erling Haaland x (fem)reader x Jadon Sancho

Summary: A past relationship of yours broke you to the point that you weren't being yourself anymore, but what happens when your ex's best friend takes interest in you and he helps you take revenge ? Will it all just be a game for you or become more than friends ?

Word count: 4k

Notes: angst, a bit steamy (?), but lets say implied smut to be safe

PARTS: 1.0 2.0 3.0

"Aaaand we are here" your friend cheerfully announces after parking the car right outside the club where Jason's party is taking place.

You let out a sigh before silently twisting your head to glance at the place where a line of people seems to be formed right outside the entrance, probably hoping to get a chance to be let inside or maybe Jadon invited them. Either way you don't recognize anybody from them and that makes you slightly anxious about how this whole thing is going to turn out for you.

"Stop overthinking about it, you are going inside, drink a bit, dance with whoever the fuck you want, preferably Jadon but that's just me" she mumbles teasingly the last part which makes you giggle a bit.

"...and have fun. You won't even have to try to do anything, except enjoy your time there and the douchebag will be fuming in jealousy with a full hard on." her encouraging words genuinely seceed to bring a smile on your face but you still can't help but drown in anxiousness.

Were you really ready to face him? What if he tried to talk to you or worse, what if he wasn't alone and you just ended up looking all stupid and pathetic..

A small frown made it on your face once the thought of him passed through your mind again.

It's been some time since you've last seen him and you are hesitant to know your reaction now that you are about to be in the same room as him, for the first time in a while.

The only positive thing from the whole situation is that you were both able to keep everything to yourselves or at least the part regarding your identity since last time it turned out that Erling tended to talk about his hookups with the other players in general, so at least you won't be getting any awkward looks from anybody you are familiar with.

"Are you sure you don't want to tag along?" you asked her with a slightly pleading expression, hoping that she would finally give in. You have been fighting her on this since the moment she made you abandon your bed nest, but apparently based on her words, it wasn't "her scene" or it wouldn't be appropriate cause it's for "higher class people". You tried reasoning with her, but at this point it only made you think that this was just her way of making you get out of your shell.

"Girl If it was your neighbor's birthday party we would already be inside, but it's Jadon fucking Sancho's event, the dude will think im some crazy fan or something. I can't just go inside with you just because you know me." You roll your eyes at her jokingly but decide not to argue about it anymore.

"Besides, you won't be all by yourself" she brings up teasingly and you only furrow your brows in confusion as you look at her with question in your eyes.

"Jadon will be a very much comforting company" she says while wiggling her brows, hinting at Jadon’s possible interest in you and you just shake you head in annoyance.

"I already told you; I'm not gonna fall for his shit. He is so close with Erling that I'm pretty sure he is no different than him when it comes to girls" you tell her seriously and she looks at you with a devilish smile in response.

"Then why not use him first?"

"What?"

"I mean if your mind is so determined that you are going to end up being used, then why not use him first ?"

"Use him for what? Erling?" You asked her intrigued by her idea.

"Exactly, and the fact that they are best friends or whatever is going to make it even better for your, lets call it, revenge. His ex and his best friend flirting and being all over each other.....ohh that will be a blow below the waist if you ask me" You smirk while listening to her words and thinking it through.

There would be no harm in doing that right? I mean he is just a friend so he could help another friend out? Even if it was to make his best friend jealous.... it doesn't mean that he should know about it.

I can come up with some lame excuse I guess

“You got this, i will be one phone call away, but still make sure you don’t call too soon” she tells you before you finally open your door to get out of the car. After saying your last goodbyes, you start approaching the entrance of the luxury club. 

With your invitation on one hand you stand in front of a very intimidating bulky and tall man that seems to be guarding the entry of the place. His strong facial features hold a blank expression as he eyes you up and down, making you feel uneasy in a instant.

Nevertheless you attempt to distract yourself by playing with the edges your hair as you hand him the black envelope. Once he runs it over with his eyes for a good minute, he then steps aside to let you inside without giving you a second look.

A satin black dress was decorating your body, the cleavage hanging low, almost at the bottom of your chest with a high slit showing just the right amount of skin on the outside of your left thigh.

Damn should i have worn something less revealing ? What was that look for, am i overdressed or underdressed ?

You can’t even remember the last time you wore this dress and you must admit that when you looked at yourself in the mirror back at the house, a rapid wave of confidence overtook you, which ended up disappearing by the one single look this bodyguard just gave you…your mind filled with negativity right away and honestly that’s what it always has been like for you.

People’s looks always manage to steal every last bit of reassurance you have in yourself and you hate that for you but of course once upon a time Erling was the prince charming to make all those doubts go away.

 Fucking erling

Honestly fuck him, fuck everything about him, every moment he made you feel so good about yourself and every moment he made you believe you meant something for him. If you are going to see him tonight, you will make sure he has something to remember of you.

Tonight you will make sure its worth it for the both of you.

As you walk inside the club you are met with a huge dark area whose only form of lighting is those small spots on the roof that keep changing colors every minute or so. You can sense how the loud volume of the music is pounding against the walls causing your heart to ache with every beat of the songs. 

You walk through the swarm of bodies that is standing in your way, while you look around in search for a familiar face. The closer you reach the bar area the sooner enough, you are able to finally detect the same regular group of people you hang out with, in cases like this. The girls were sitting next to the bar and they all greet you warmly, once they take a notice of you, welcoming you in their conversation.

“Soo y/n how come that you brother hasn’t arrived yet?” one of the girls suddenly asks you, bringing all the attention back on you once again.

You haven’t really met this girl before so you don’t know what kind of relation she might have with Mason to ask about him straight up and out of the blue. No matter how many times some random girl will ask about your brother, you will never not feel weirded out or uncomfortable.

Its quite often that this happens, since your brother was quite the target for many of those girlies that wanted to be the next it couple or the next housewife of a famous footballer but oh God did it make you frustrated. And that was also another reason why you had trouble trusting others and creating close relationships; people would always try to manipulate you to get to your brother.

“He had a tight schedule so he couldn’t come” you bluntly reply as you take the last sip of your drink. However your answer didn’t quite satisfy the noisy redhead so she keeps on throwing questions, which only manages to annoy you further.

Sophia, Kai’s girlfriend senses your uncomfortableness and quickly comes in to your rescue, by cutting her out and saying something about ordering more drinks.

You mentally thank her and smirk to yourself after you glance at the redheads annoyed expression.

“Have you guys seen Jadon?, i haven’t wished him happy birthday yet”You then ask them.

“I only saw him like about an hour ago hanging out with some guys back where the sofa is but i can’t tell you for sure now.”

“He’s got a lot of people to entertain so he can be anywhere right now” two of the girls reply and you chuckle.

“Great, i will leave him a birthday card or something then” you joke, causing the rest of the group to laugh.

When they proceed to start a new conversation you excuse yourself, heading to the bathroom. After asking the bartender for directions, you finally find it and enter one of the stools

A minute right after you, you hear people laughing and talking while entering the bathroom and you right about to ignore them, when one of the names that is being mentioned catches your attention.

“So how did it go with Erling?” one voice asks

“I don’t know, we hooked up and it was perfect but he hasn’t called or texted since then and i don’t know what to do to get his attention back.” another voice says

“Oh damn it, is he a playing hard to get type of guy ? maybe you should text him first now”

“I did and the fucker hasn’t replied, i guess he only does one night stands”

Typical Erling Haaland, at least he didn’t lead her on for months

“Has he come yet?”

“Yeah he is sitting with some of the city guys at the back"

Your brain blanks after this last sentence, your thoughts working through the image of him sitting somewhere in the room next to you. You ignore any last hints of hesitancy are left in you and get ready to put your plan to work.

After you open the door to your stool and exit, making sure to ignore the stares from the girls next to you, you stop in front of the sink to wash your hands, running your fingers through your long locks to tame them down and back in place.

Once you have finished you exit the bathroom and find yourself in the loud room once again. A long sigh escapes your lips as your eyes shift in between the unfamiliar people around you but thankfully you won’t have to tire yourself any further.

“Here you are” A voice whispers next to your ear loud enough for you to hear through the club's music while a hand wraps itself around your waist, making your breath get caught in shock by the sudden presence behind you.

You quickly turn around to finally be met with the person you were searching for this whole time, Jadon Sancho. He hadn’t changed one bit since you last saw each other in person in one of his games.

His curly hair look freshly trimmed on the sides while he is wearing his usual style of clothing. A t-shirt with both his arms exposed showing off his long sleeve tattoos, a pair of jeans and of course the extra expensive chains around his neck while the flickering club lights in the dark room makes them shine.

“Heard you were looking for me” He speaks again with an evident smirk plastered on his handsome face while his eyes are traveling all over your appearance. His behaviour makes you blush a bit and you thank heavens for the low lightning in the room that hopefully helps out with covering it up. Nevertheless you can’t fail to notice how he still has his arm around you making the distance between you two very small.

“I wanted to wish you happy birthday” you tell him honestly with a curved smile onto your mouth before you lean into him to leave a slow kiss on his cheek with your arms moving around his neck.

His body automatically lowers down to you due to your height difference and you can feel how his arm tightens around your waist when your lips come in contact with his cheek. 

“Happy birthday Jadon” you whisper close to his ear after the kiss and when you finally lean back to look at him, his smirk has turned into a huge grin and his eyes are bored in to yours with interest.

“Can’t wait for my next birthday so that you can do that again” you laugh at his response.

“Shut up it was just a kiss on the cheek, besides i can give you that any day you want” your flirty answer makes him smirk and you can’t help but draw your lower lip between your teeth since his handsome face only gets nearer you, making you feel weak at the knees. 

You don’t know if its the alcohol is causing you to feel this way or something else. You are still definitely very much attracted to Jadon so that is playing its role for sure. However his questionable intentions had forced you to limit your excitement over him all this time and you honestly believed that you would be able to handle your plan like a pro, with no affects overall, but i guess it's going to be more complicated than that..

“Oh i will definitely hold you to that, after all you also owe me a birthday gift” you raise your eyebrows as the corners of your mouth twitched, almost making you laugh.

“Well then in that case, i will give the birthday boy whatever he wants” you dare to challenge him while you are looking up at him through your lashes. You notice how his gaze on you turns darker to the sound of your words; his hand suddenly cupping the side of your jaw to tilt your head upwards to him.

It’s as if everything slows down around you while his steady breaths brush against your skin and his eyes are staring right into yours; you can feel your mouth slightly opening due to the feeling of his touch on you.

“So you will say yes to everything i want for tonight?��� he whispers to you and you nod in response, not really trusting your voice at this moment. He gives you a nod and his eyes shift to glance at your lips for a second before he slides his tongue across his mouth.

“Can i kiss you then?” 

“Yes” you immediately whisper back and he nods in response again before proceeding to lean into you.

“Yo Jadon” a voice comes up from behind you making Jadon pause. A light sigh of disappointment breaks through his lips before he lets his arms fall from your body. He is moving to now stand beside you with his arm resting possessively around your shoulder while you have also turned around to meet with the person that interrupted you. 

To your surprise your sight catches with the devil himself, Erling, among Jack and Rashford. 

The last two seem to be staring at the both of you with smirks on their faces looking all smug for the fact that they caught you almost kissing. Erling on the other hand only holds a sour expression on his face, with his jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed on his best friend and his cosy behaviour while being next to you. His eyes get to lock with yours only for a few seconds before shifting back on Jadon.

“Sorry for the interruption lovebirds but we are about to play some body-shots and we needed our birthday guy” Jack says 

“Yeah we are both playing” Jadon answers for you as well and you furrow your brows in confusion, twisting your body to look at him better, ready to interject but Erling beats you to it.

“She can’t play” all of you now turn your attention towards him, taken aback by his statement which you makes you scoff at him as you feel yourself slowly fuming in anger.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me what not to do?” you argued with him, folding your arms in front of your chest.

“I don’t think your brother would appreciate you doing this kind of stuff with his friends” his annoyed tone only hit more into your nerves. 

The audacity of this guy as if he has any right to speak about anyone else but himself. Deep down you already know that this is an act of jealousy and you are happy to make him feel so disturbed but his attitude was ridiculous. 

You actually are not sure if you were going to participate in the first play in this stupid game but his snarking remark immediately makes you change your mind. 

“And i don’t think that’s any of your business, i am my own person and an adult, i can do whatever i want” he can only keep glaring at you and you serve him back with a satisfied grin.

“Well the lady spoke so, shall we?” Marcus spoke up after a moment of silence and then you all make your way towards the bar where the group has gathered to play. 

“Alright guys after you pick your pair, you spin the bottle to choose the body part” Ben speaks up and everyone starts getting ready.

“You will be playing with me, right?” you hear Jadon close to your ear and you nod in response, while he is standing before you with his arms around you neck, almost hugging you from the back, so you take the chance to lean into his strong form as well and relax within his arms.

After everything is settled up, the game finally begins. You watch as each couple licks the salt off of their partner’s body before taking the shot and of course sucking the lime though their parters mouth.

Everyone looks so pumped from the sexual tension thats erupting through the game; shouting and encouraging everyone to make it as nastier as they can.

You start becoming a bit tense as your turn nears up and to your surprise Jadon is quick to notice it so he starts drawing patterns on your skin with his fingers in his effort to make you relax.

His gesture genuinely makes you smile so you decide to thank him with another kiss on his cheek but before you can see his reaction you have already shifted back to your original position but you get to hear a chuckle from him.

When its finally your turn, you move forward to spin the bottle which after a few seconds stops on the word stomach, while for Jadon lands on the word neck. 

Without wasting another second he removes his shirt and gets on top of the bar counter and proceeds to lay down on it to make the process easier for you. Everyone yells in satisfaction while you almost gawk at him not expecting this kind of boldness but it only makes you more excited. 

Not wanting to delay the game any more, you quickly get on top of the chair to stand on your knees; the new angle makes you come in sight with Jadon’s naked torso while he is gazing at you with a smirk on his face. 

You grin at him with as much confidence as you have, not wanting to let him see how intimated or affected he makes you feel on the inside. Soon enough you find yourself slowly licking a stripe across his stomach before you sprinkle the salt while someone else gives him the lemon. For the cherry on top and to cause some more reactions, you dare to balance the shot on top of his crotch. 

After you check on him one last time, you bend down once again to lick the salt from his stomach. An unpleasant sourness already invades your mouth but it is gone as soon as you lift up the shot with your mouth and drink it down on one go. In the end you hover over Jadon’s face to finally lick the cut piece of lemon from his mouth. 

You can’t concentrate on anything happening around you, your instincts completely focused around the feeling of Jadon’s lips barely touching with yours. The only thing that prevents you from actually kissing is that piece of fruit and you can’t help but curse at it in your head at this moment. 

You make a move to seperate yourself from him and the next thing you know his lips are on yours, the lemon completely gone this time, giving you both finally the space for your mouths to lock with each other. Your eyes are closed while Jadon takes the time to sensually suck on your lips and tongue, offering him to taste everything that entered your mouth from the body shot. 

You hear him groan one last time into the kiss before you decide to break it and move yourself to stand on your normal height. Jadon doesn’t wait another second before he brings himself to sit normally on the bar counter with his legs open and hanging from the counter. 

“Get on” he almost growls at you and you instantly comply, twisting your body to sit on the space between his thighs. You can feel your back coming in contact with his front and your body arches in reaction causing the man behind you to let out a quiet curse; but only you are able to hear it since the people around you keep cheering loudly for the both on you. 

“Tilt your head to the side baby” he whispers to you and you follow along without hesitation, your eyes close and your mind abandons all the control it has, completely giving in to the desires of the man behind you. His hands are gripping the side of your waist when you feel his wet tongue rolling down the side of your neck. You hold yourself back from moaning but you soon get interrupted by his voice again. 

“Put the lemon on those lips and hold the shot for me” he instructs you and your body automatically obeys. 

Once you are ready you feel his tongue on your neck licking off all the salt from your skin in a slow and sensual way. Next you raise your hand up to his face so that he can drink the shot before he grabs your chin to twist your head to the side. Your face meets with his and he instantly suck starts sucking on the piece of fruit between your swollen lips. 

Your senses are once more consumed by the light touch of his lips on yours and after a few seconds he finally pulls back to look at you as you take the chance to remove the lemon from your mouth. 

As soon as you have taken it out, your face is being forced towards him as he goes after your lips once again. His lips are softly sucking on yours while his tongue is teasing you at the entrance of you mouth. When you pull back from him, you open your eyes to look at him while his hand is softly caressing the side of your face.

“You know what they say; sit on my lap at parties and you will sit on my face in private” His bold words cause you to blush and laugh at the same time. While there were people around you staring at your heated interaction you both felt so wrapped up in your little moment that you didn’t seem to care.

“Well i’m sorry to break it to you but technically I'm not sitting on your lap” you respond and he nibbles on his lips while looking at you lustfully.

“You will later, don’t worry” his tone sounds serious and dark probably from how turned on he is, not bothering to hide his attraction towards you, not even in front of all this people and you can already feel your heart fluttering from that.

And to be honest that scares you a lot for what's coming.

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➛ DATING ERLING HAALAND

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the two of you met when you went to a dortmund game. you and your friends were shown on the big screen, and he was instantly hooked. after the game, he spent hours trying to find your socials. instagram, twitter, tiktok, snapchat anything that could tell him more about you. and when he found you, boy, was he happy. smiling like a complete idiot as he scrolled through your feed. and was basically kicking his feet and twirling his hair when he found out that you were single. so he followed you and started liking and commenting on your posts. safe to say you were stunned. a football player noticed you - well, that wasn't on your 2023 bingo card.soon after, he messaged you. which you were a bit apprehensive about since the stereotype that all footballers were fuck boys and assholes was ingrained in the back of your mind. but with a bit of persuasion, you agreed to go on a 'friendly' outing to a theme park. safe to say it was a massive success. you were the only two in the park (he rented it out for the two of you). so no long ques and privacy. you went on all the rides and ate as much as you want.

and he won you basically every available prize. with the final stop of the night being a photo booth. and with some last-minute confidence boost, you kiss him before the final photo is taken. that picture is now his wallpaper. after a couple more dates, you made it official. after that, it was full steam ahead. posting each other daily/hourly. cute tiktoks. and light pda. people couldn't get enough of you. especially the height difference. his jerseys looked like dresses on you. and his hoodies basically touched the floor. safe to say you looked super cute. midnight snack runs. and baking at 2am. cuddling while watching movies and playing in the snow. not to mention showering you with many gifts. you look at a dress. it's yours. you think those earrings are cute. here is one in every colour. like this makeup brand. here's one of every product they make. not only does erling love you, but so does his teammate. jude is basically your best friend 2 minutes into meeting each other. and Dortmund coaches love having you around, even if you distract Haaland a bit. all in all, a very happy and healthy relationship :)

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