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football-collection-hqs · 11 months

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#erling haaland #Manchester City #UEFA Champions League #UCL Final #HQ #100623 #*

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diasdebruyne · 10 months

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#man city #ucl final #ruben dias #bernardo silva #hes so smol

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swayziiwriter · 9 months

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Shower | Erling Haaland

summary: following your fiancé into a steamy shower sex session.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

You couldn't see much as you walked into the bedroom you share with your fiancé , the only dimmer of light coming from the bathroom.

The sound of the shower getting louder as you walked closer to the master bathroom.

You peaked your head through the door, Erling's tall silhouette was on view as you watched through the mirror. He was washing his hair, naked in all his glory as you couldn't help but tail your eyes down his cock. Thick and long.

It didn't take long for your my mind to be made up, you removed all your clothing stripping down to absolutely nothing as you let your hair fall down your shoulders walking into the bathroom fully. You did this as quietly as you could not wanting to draw any attention until you were inside the shower with him.

You opened the door to the shower, Erling swung his head to the noise almost immediately watching as your naked body came into contact with the warm water. The steam creating a flustered look on your face as you went to be in front of Erling. You didn't greet him with any words, you connected your lips before he could say anything reaching your hands to his hair tangling your fingers into his blonde locks.

"So impatient" Erling said between kisses, letting you feel him everywhere as you felt his erection growing on your thigh. Your lips never left Erling's as you inevitably ended up being held up in his arms, your back pushed up against the cold tiled wall.

Your bodies worked together in sync, your insides turned as he left you lips to kiss down your neck, bringing his attention to your chest as you brought your hands to his chest, tracing his abs as he held you up gracefully. "I need you Erling, been waiting to long" you said lowly, craving the feeling of his warm cock stretching your pussy.

Erling shifted his attention from your body to your face, studying it closely before ramming into you with no warning, building his pace before you even had a chance to gasp. Your core was burning at the sensation pleasure soon kicking in as Erling lifted you from the wall to be in his arms.

You locked your legs around his waist, allowing him to slip deeper inside of you hitting your g-spot harshly. You were moaning his name, your screams echoing through the bathroom as Erling fucked you mercilessly. "Shit, you're so big." You groaned as you felt his breath brush against your cheek. He had a hard time focusing as your walls were wrapped so tightly around him.

"Oh my- baby, yes right there." You groaned as you attempted to steady yourself, your breathing was already heavy, but his mouth moved everywhere. His movements were sloppy, but you liked how desperate they were. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued to pound into your g-spot.

He reached his fingers to your core, rubbing circles around it as you drove closer to your orgasm. “Shit." You choked on your moans as he worked on your clit. The stimulation on the bundle of nerves had you thrusting your hips into his. The feeling was overwhelming, everything about Erling was. Your wrapped your body with his, keeping him as close to you as possible.

He brought his mouth to your ear, whispering dirty things as your legs shook to his words you body becoming limp against his as he still held you up. Thrusting up into you with a force that made your insides feel as if they were being rearranged.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm gonna cum" You chanted, warning Erling that you were about to let go. You heard him grunt in response but it barely reached your ears as white noise took over. Your body tensed up as your climax peaked and then crashed through your entire body.

You convulsed as your orgasm completely took over, leaving you raking your nails down his back, crying out for him to never stop. He buried his face in your neck and sucked on your skin, hard. You knew that it would leave a mark but neither of you cared. Without words, your arms tightened around him as your orgasm washed over you. Your whole body shook with after waves leaving Erling grunting to the new found clenching.

His pelvis was slapping against yours. Each pound stimulated your clit which left you withering until tears were lining your eyes. He fucked you through your climax until he reached his. Loud moans leaving his hot lips as you swallowed them all in a passionate kiss. He filled you up with his warm seed, ropes of thick cum painting your insides until you felt it dripping out of you and wetting your skin.

The mix of water and juices now covered your lower bodies. You never let go of him, never wanting to leave his grasp as he was something of another planet. Made to bring you pleasure as you did to him.

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jchnstones · 11 months

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#my heart #I’m being fed #man city #manchester city #kyle walker #erling håland #ucl final

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bgtem · 11 months

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hornyramostan · 8 months

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I wanted to add a lil bit of drama in this ask🤣 The reader going to the Champions league final for his beloved Liverpool since she was a hard Red fan and for her bf Sergio, everything was ok until Sergio did the infamous injury to Salah, her favorite player of the team. OMG Sergio was in BIG trouble coming home 💀

Why?; Sergio Ramos

May 28. Champions League final. These matches were always intense, because, In almost all of them, your boyfriend was on the field. But this, this was a different match. Your team, Liverpool, and your boyfriend's team, Real Madrid, were going to play a match that would define the Champions League winner this year.

Your boyfriend knew that you supported Liverpool, and that your favourite player was Salah. He knew it.

You obviously didn't expect that he would loose in aim for liverpool to win and you to be happy, but you didn't think he was going to do what he did either.

The first minutes of the match were fine. It was very competitive but it was something to expect, after all it was an UCL final. But at minute 25, your boyfriend runned to stop Salah, that it is worth clarifying, he was unstoppable. He grabbed it by the shoulder and you could see by the face the screen was showing, that Salah felt something was wrong. He injured your favourite player.

Of course Mohammed had to get out of the pitch, with tears on his face. You could only hear the whistles and insults that were obviously directed at Sergio. You thought about participating in them but you only decided to withdraw from the stands and enter the box.

The match endend. Real Madrid won. You were furious. You knew that it he didn't break him, Liverpool would won the match. He was scared of him. And now, he would be scared of you. Because he knew how much you loved the team and Moh.

You went to the house the both of you shared and decided to take a bath in order to reassure you. But you where feeling exactly the same. Furious. You turned on the TV just to see the RM team celebrating and yours crying. You checked your phone and you got ten missed calls from Sergio, that of course, you wouldn't respond. You were tired so you decided to go to bed and wait for him to get back home.

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Hours passed when you felt the bed sinking, then you knew it was him. You turned around to face him. He approached you to kiss you but all he received was a slap "What?" god his face was so funny, you wanted to laugh but it was going to ruin the seriousness of the moment. "how could you Sergio? how could you break Salah knowing he is my favourite player? how?" you told him, sitting up on the bed. "my love, I swear it wasn't on purpose, but you have to understand me, we're playing a UCL final, I can't go and ask for permission to foul" "yes but it wasn't necessary, you were afraid of him, you knew he was unstoppable" "what?" "admit it Sergio" "admit what y/n" it was getting serious. The tone of voice of both had increased. "Admit that you were afraid of him, of how good he is in the field, on how he could do things that you don't" you were screaming "sorry? now I'M the bad guy? y/n you clearly don't know how a champions league final has to be played" He said getting out of bed to go to the kitchen "Believe me, Sergio Ramos, I know how to play a Champions League final, because I was with you in all the ones you played, I didn't miss a single one, and I never stopped encouraging you, you knew who my favorite player was and I'm not saying that you had to let Liverpool win, no, I wanted you not to leave him without playing a final and maybe the World Cup, I don't know if I asked for a lot, I see that I did" "y/n listen I didn't..." "shut up Sergio" you cutted him off "I don't want to hear about your excuses, I just want to get some sleep and pray for Salah to be better"

The next morning the two of you talked about that in a more disciplined way, and you both led to the conclusion that the best (and the only) thing to do was that your bf sended Salah a text apologizing, and then publishing a video to all the world to see that he was regretful. You obviously knew he didn't, but it was enough for you that Salah and the world recieve the message.