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erling9haaland · 11 months

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Part of the (Wolff) family

Erling haaland x reader instergram au

Summery: insta au! Erling haaland x f1driver!wolff!reader , toto wolff being a protective farther, jack grealish and the other drivers being queens

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footballdaily:

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Manchester City’s star striker Erling Haaland is spotted on the beaches of Monaco with a mystery women, new wag incoming?

user1: shouldn’t he be training and not with random women

simpforerling: I mean he’s just won the premier league, he deserves a break

Jackgrealish: @Erlinghaaland have you got something to tell us mate

erlinghaaland replied to jackgrealish |-> 👀👀

user2: am I the only one who thinks it looks like f1 driver @y/nwolff

jackjackgrealish: JACK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

Jackgrealish:replied to jackjackgrealish: 🤷🏻

Y/nwolff:

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brilliant race this weekend Monaco is always enjoyable, I’m glad to bring another podium and more points to the Mercedes team and one step closer to being a world champion 💚

LewisHamilton:soo.. we’re just going to ignore the last photo 🤨

y/nwolff replied to lewishamilton : yes we are

landonoris:yeah I agree with Lewis

y/nwolff replied to landonoris|-> isn’t it past your bedtime lando norizz

landonoris|-> 😟😟

user2: GIRL WHOS HAND IS THAT

erlinghaaland: proud of you ❤️

y/nwolff replied to Erlinghaaland |-> thank you ❤️

thewolffsarelife: ERLING WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

Carlossainz: congrats y/n/n even though you overtook me 🙄

y/nwolff replied to carlossainz :my bad, I guess I’m just to good 🤭

Erlinghaaland:

Liked by Man City, y/nwolff and 36,000 more

even though I’ve only been at this team for a season it truly feels like a lifetime and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Man City: our number 9 🩵

JackGrealish : coming for the treble

erlinghaaland replied to jackgrealish: you know it 👍🏻

user1: can’t wait for next season

Y/nwolff: well done, you and the guys deserve it

Erlinghaaland replied to y/nwolff: thank you beautiful ❤️

simpforerling: BEAUTIFUL?????

y/nwolfflover: y/n babes what are you doing here. Darling come home the kids miss you

Footballdaily:

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ALERT: f1 driver y/n wolff and Premier League footballer Erling haaland spotted being “quite cosy” on the streets of Manchester after Man City’s 1-0 win against Chelsea, the pair seem to be dressed up which could mean they were at the Man City celebration party,possibly closer than we originally thought

user12: jack, lando ,Erling all liked, GIRL WHAT

user14 replied to user12: we love how Erling is liking a post about himself

Landonoriss: @y/nwolff have you got some tea to spill 🤨

Jackgrealish: Erling why did you hide your girlfriend from us for so long

Erlinghaaland replied to Jackgrealish: because you guys wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret

Jackgrealish: 😶

Rubendias: 😔

Kylewalker: 😱

Johnstones: 😟

Jackgrealish: I feel betrayed

LewisHamilton replied to jackgrealish: how do you think us drivers felt

Landonoriss replied to LewisHamilton: this is worse than Charles always crashing in Monaco

CharlesLeclerc replied to landonoriss: NOT FUNNY LANDO

Ilovethewolffs: OMG THESE COMMENTS

simpforerling: IM DEAD

Y/nwolff

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To my love, this past year we have spent together has been nothing but a dream, I love how you laugh at my jokes no matter how stupid they maybe, I love how you have helped and supported me throughout everything I have been though and achieved this year and I’m forever proud of you for everything you have done on and off the pitch, I love you my darling ❤️❤️

Erlinghaaland: I love you more min kjærlighet (my love)

Y/nwolff replied to Erlinghaaland: impossible schatz (darling)

jackgrealish: @erlinghaaland your such a simp

Erlinghaaland replied to Jackgrealish: so??

Landonoriss replied to Jackgrealish: so are you @y/nwolff

Y/nwolff replied to landonoris: at least I have a partner unlike you lando NoRizz

Landonoriss: your never going to let that go are you 😟

Y/nwolff: no 🤭

Carlossainz: no 😘

Martinodegaard: Erling scoring on and off the pitch

Susiewolff: so when are we meeting Erling

y/nwolff replied to susiewolff: when we decide to tell dad about us

Ilovethewolffs: OMG TOTO DOESNT KNOW

Erlingxy/islife: replied to ilovethewolffs: Toto not know makes this announcement so much better

Ilovethewolffs: how I would love to be a fly on the wall when they have this conversation

Mercedesf1: so when we’re you deciding to tell me (toto) (dad)

Y/nwolff: first, dad get your own Instagram your not that old, secondly you don’t have to put (dad) I know who you are

Mercedesf1: you didn’t answer my question (toto)

Y/nwolff: at some point ig 🤨

Mercedesf1: y/n what does that mean (Toto)

Mercedesf1: y/n answer me, don’t ignore me (Toto)

Mercedesf1: I give up, we’ll talk later (Toto)

Susiewolff: what he is trying to say is welcome to the family @erlinghaaland

Liked by y/nwolff and Erlinghaaland

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Thank you all for reading(also I know a lot of the photos don’t looks like Erling but let’s use our imagination to imagine they are 😘)

, My inbox is open to any requests or if you just want someone to speak to ❤️

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oh-saints · 1 year

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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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macybeckham7 · 10 months

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Fodens son having a crush on Haalands girlfriend and always stealing her attention when they're together at Etihad or any other celebration. All lads joking that his game is strong and that Haaland should keep watch on him because he may steal his gf and Foden being a proud father.

From the first time you went to the Etihad, Ronnie was in love with you, you sat next to the Foden’s and got talking to them. Ronnie cracked all the jokes and felt an adrenaline rush when he had your full attention. Whenever you walked into the room, he was the first one over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Erling. Everyone knew that the little Foden had a crush on you, Jack joking that you were his girlfriend, Jack and Kevin laughing that Haaland has competition. He shakes his head as he has you cuddled up to him and then Ronnie cuddles up to you, the two of them fighting for your full attention. Phil ultimately being proud as he watches his game, and knowing he’ll break hearts when he gets older.

#erling haaland imagines #erling haaland blurbs #erling haaland

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footballxixstars · 1 year

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Request~

You and erling go to the club

But you put on short dress and he gets protective because all his friends are looking at you

Erling never really cares about what you wear since it’s your body and your decision and he wants you to wear whatever you feel comfortable and confident in. Along with that he always supports you but sometimes he gets protective over you if wearing certain clothes. He’ll never tell you what to wear though. This one night you were going out to the club with Erling and a bunch of his friends and because you were going to a club you decided to wear this short black dress which did show off your cleavage and you know that Erling goes crazy when you wear it.

Throughout the whole night, Erling’s hands would not leave your body and he would constantly be by your side even when his friends asked if he wanted to dance or go to the bar, he would not leave you alone and that is not like Erling at all. At the same time, you kind of knew why his hands were constantly on your waist in a possessive way showing people that you were his and only his.

“I don’t like the way they’re looking at you,” Erling ended up growling in your ear and you knew that his friends were. His friends were unable to pull their eyes away from you but you were Erlings and you enjoyed how protective he was over you.

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emwritesfootball · 2 years

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Can you pls write about erling?

That y/n and him go to gym and work out together~~ also hes kinda impressed because she's pretty strong even is she has small body and she's short 💪

You racked the weights you'd been lifting, your adrenaline flowing after handling one of the larger sets in the gym. It was the first time you and Erling had worked out together and you could feel his eyes on you. You looked up, catching his gaze in the mirror to find him a bit awestruck. "What?" You asked, a teasing glint in your eye.

"Nothing, just impressed is all," he replied, grinning at you. "From the outside, you don't look like you could handle all that weight."

"I can handle you and your ego, can't I?" You teased back, moving from the free weights to one of the machines.

Erling laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe we should see if you can bench press me next time."

#erling haaland blurbs #erling haaland blurb

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nosugarallspice · 5 months

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could you write for Erling Haaland "I love the way you look when I'm inside you" + "cockwarming"

Hi babe, of course :))

Hope you like it<3

Minors DNI!!!

Word Count: 373

Author’s Note: This def took a turn but Erling seems like the kind of person, where cockwarming just isn’t enough for him, so I switched it up. Hope you still like it pookie.

You squirmed as Erling held you in place, his hand gripping your hip tightly as he pushed his cock deep inside of you.

You tried your best to focus on your show but it was hard, especially when he was shuffling behind you to get more comfortable, the tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot causing you to whimper.

“Erling.” You whined turning your head to look at him. He smiled, placing a kiss to your temple. “Sorry love, I was getting comfortable.”

“It’s okay but when you keep moving like that, it makes me want more.” You pout, pushing back against him to create some kind of friction.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your neediness, he could never say no to you, so he gave in. Erling grabbed your leg, tossing it over his own, this pushed him in even deeper causing you to gasp.

“Right there.” You moaned. He began to move his hips, his cock pressing against that same spot over and over.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you.”

You were so caught up in the moment, unable to form a sentence you nodded your head. Your hand reaching down to rub your clit as he thrusted inside of you.

He could cum just from the sight of you; but of course Erling held off, wanting this moment to last as long as it could.

“Look at me” he whispered, his hand reaching for your chin to turn your head in his direction.

Your eyes met his, your lips parted as another sound let your lips.

“You’re so pretty.” He moaned, his cock twitching at the sight of you. He meant it though, you were his pretty girl, but you looked even prettier with his cock buried deep inside you.

“Erling, baby-“ you whined, your hand moving faster against your clit. Bringing you closer to the edge.

Erling knew you were close, just by the way your cunt clenched around his cock, squeezing him. “I know baby, let go for me.” His fingers caressed your chin, “keep your eyes on me.”

His own movements started to slow down as you came, with him following along, filling you to the brim.

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fallinforerling · 11 months

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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

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s masterlist ೃ⁀➷ erling’s taglist

: ̗̀➛ REQUESTS ARE OPEN !

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

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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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kalembappe · 9 months

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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.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham oneshot #jude bellingham fic #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland

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footballandfics · 1 year

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my sweet monster

request: your friends not liking your new boyfriend.

pair: erling haaland x reader

"what's that on your waist?" your friend asks you surprised with the bruise on your waist.

"oh i accidentally hit myself with the kitchen counter when i was half asleep two days ago".

"really? not your giant boyfriend doing" she looks at you suspiciously.

"no of course not, where is this came from?" you ask her, surprised with what she was accusing your sweet boyfriend.

"be forreal , your boyfriend is taller than anyone i know and he's so much bigger than you" she's right but even with all that he is the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for.

"you be forreal you know how much of a clumsy person i am, erling is the sweetest person i'll ever know, he treats me like i could break from any touch" you don't like how people always assume the worst about erling, sure he's a giant compared to most people, however that doesn't mean he treats you roughly.

"fine i'm just worried about my tiny friend and how she's dating a monster, how do you even handle him?" teasing you now .

"stop, looks can be deceiving you know, he's a softie" you push her shoulder and get up from the couch.

"i have to leave, some soft monster is waiting for me" you hug her and collect your stuff.

"be safe, don't let him eat you up" she teases one last time.

you get home and the house is quiet that must means haaland is having some nap.

going up to the bedroom and you were right he's sleeping and hugging your pillow, so you lay down behind and hug him.

he opens up his eyes and smiles when he sees your face "you're home finally"

"i missed you so i came back as fast as possible" he turns to you and kisses you sweetly then turn back again.

"be the big spoon?" he asks you and closes his eyes again.

"sure" you giggle and wrap your arms around him and play with his hair and soon both of you go to sleep.

#erling haaland oneshot #erling håland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland #erling haaland fluff #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland imagines #football imagine #football x reader #football imagines #football fanfic #football blurb #football world cup #football one shot

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dontexpectmuch · 1 year

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masterlist:

generally, my requests are always open, however i do not write any smut, please respect this rule. thank you for reading :)

jude bellingham

the first „i love you“ pt.2

relationship habits pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

gossip queen judeth

road-trip

skincare time

break up

kisses all over you

after an argument with your parents

partner in crime, apple to my pie

silent treatment

dating someone that’s older pt.2

late night work

stay at home nurse

first snow

couple’s tattoo

sick judeth

moving on pt.2

a crush that isn’t you

after practice things

clingy judeth pt.2

sleep struggles

your own family

himbo bee eff

tea time

make out sesh

annoying jude

barbie time

sleepy s/o

bio lesson

kpop concert

rollercoaster

boba date

fair games

touches w jude

dance class

so sick

lego bouquet

exams

jungkook

calvin klein ad

jobes match

lost in madird - mini series

jamal musiala

couple’s yoga

clingy jamal

attending his game

crushing on each other but not being able to confess pt.2

dating someone that’s older

long distance relationship

studying for an exam

catching feelings

pedri gonzalez

meeting the family

cheater

pablo gavira

liking his arms

others

benjamin pavard - late night cuddles

benjamin pavard - late night dancing

erling haaland - relationship habits

mason mount - relationship habits

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erling9haaland · 9 months

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Omg I loved “part of the Wolff family” 😂

Could I do a request for Erling, maybe he seems very cold on the outside but his very sweet to the reader (kinda like his mean to everyone but kind to her kinda vibes ) idk if that made sense but .. 😭

Grumpy

A/n: thank you so much❤️,i really enjoyed making the part of the Wolff family especially the jokes between toto and also the other f1 driver(think I did Charles a little dirty when I mentioned him crashing in Monaco all the time🤭)

Summery: Erling!grumpyxsunshine!reader, Erling had always looked like a cold and judgemental person but there has always been that one person who could make him a clingy general giant

Slanted means thoughts

Working as a physiotherapist at Manchester City was hard but what was even harder is you looking at your secret boyfriend trying to look tough when really you knew what he was like at home especially with you

“Morning Mark” y/n Said entering the etihad with a bright smile on her lips and waving at the half awake man “working” at the front desk. “You’re to happy for 9:00 o’clock in the morning” mark answered her grabbing for his coffee that was placed next to him

As y/n walked down one of the many hallways in the stadium she finally made it to her office, stepping inside she took of her coat and scarf revealing her Man City uniform that was lying underneath. Sitting down in her office chair behind her desk y/n logged into her computer checking the names on the agenda for the day

9:20 - Kevin De Bruyne

I’ve learned that he’s not a morning person so hopefully he won’t be to bad today

9:30 - Kalvin Phillips

Okay not to bad for the morning, he’s quiet, easy to get along with she thought

9:45- John stones and Kyle walker

I mean johns’s easy to make conversation with so he’s not to bad but him and Kyle together, someone pray for me

10:00 - jack grealish

okay we’re getting more intense for a Monday morning

10:20 - Erling haaland

And there he is I can’t stop seeing him today can I y/n thought

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(Earlier this morning)

Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you felt was a pair of strong arms around your waist and light kisses being placed gently all over your face, y/n looked up to see a boyish grin plastered on her boyfriends lips, the same lips she leaned up to give a kiss “good morning baby” she mumbled against him

“Good morning pretty girl” he replied, pulling away and pulling her back into his toned chest

Mornings with Erling was something that y/n always cherishes because in her opinion there is nothing sweeter than waking up in your partners embrace and Erling kisses and cuddles in the morning were the best way to start her day

as y/n removed the covers from over their body and swung their legs off the edge of the bed, the strong pair of arms that she woke up in pulled her back into the warm cocoon they had both made during the night

“Where do you think your going kjære” (sweetheart) erling mumbled while continuing planting kisses over every piece of skin he could reach which eventually led him to find the sweet spot on your neck

“Oh erl, honey as much as I love this we need to get ready for work” you moaned looking down at Erling who was to occupied with you to listen and replied with a simple mhm into your neck

“Oh fine, I suppose 5 more minutes won’t hurt us, right?” y/n said with a sigh while her giant boyfriend was already pinning her down underneath him

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The morning had flow by quite quickly and the check ups were not as bad as she thought (well besides from jack, John and Kyle who were far to mental for a Monday). Y/n sat at her desk hoping to get some files filled out before her next appointment showed up. But just as she started typing there was a knock on her office door

Confused y/n checked her computer clock 10:10 there’s no one on the schedule

“Come in” she shouted only loud enough so the person on the other side could hear, but as the door slowly creeped open she realised who it was

“Hey Kjæreste (darling), and before you say something like your appointment isn’t until 10:15-“

“10:20” you replied with a smirk

“Oh whatever, as I was saying before you say anything I just wanted to say I brought you breakfast because we didn’t have time to have some thing morning” Erling said with a smug look as he walked over to put the bag of food and cup of (whatever you want to drink) on y/n’s desk and taking a seat infront of her

“Thank you so much you have no idea how much I needed this after the morning we had” you said sipping on your drink while Erling just hummed at you in agreement with his smile growing every second

Leaning over the desk and putting his face in between your hands, you gave him a small peck on the lips, pulling away to quickly for your Norwegian boyfriends liking but before he could reach other to kiss you properly there was another knock at the door, Erlings smile quickly faded

Quickly sitting back into their chairs and just in time as someone opened the door “y/n, Erling it’s lovely to see you both this morning” pep strolled in with a wide smile

“Hi pep” you replied to the Spaniard with a bright smile as wide as his, Erling replied with a small frown which was accompanied by a blunt and dry “morning boss”

“So I suppose you haven’t heard the news since you are both still in here” the manager looked at you with a raised eyebrow

“What are you talking about” you asked “I don’t have anything in my calendar but check ups today”

“Right, I should probably update that for you, anyway back to business, there is a meeting with staff and players in a few minutes and I need you both to be there, okay, oh and erling try and put on a smile, we all know you don’t talk much but it would be nice to see a little emotion from time to time”

Much to no one’s surprise the response Erling gave was short and emotionless which caused a small minute of tension which you not long after broke

“Okay we’ll be there” you smiled nodding your head as the Spaniard walked out of your office

“I love it when you smile” Erling stated looking at you with a playful but meaningful glint in his eye

“Thank you but your not sweet talking me into another kiss especially since we almost got caught” you said walking towards the door “are you coming or are you going to sit in that chair all day”

Turning around you see the blonde giant “struggling” to get out of one of your office chairs “it looks like glued to my seat, guess I’m not going anywhere…unless” Erling said slowly as he made eye contact with you which was when you could see the smirk he was wearing “unless I get a kiss from my beautiful girlfriend”

“Your unbelievable “ you playfully huff in defeat as you jogged over to Erling,wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips onto his slowly but letting them linger there making the kiss feel more passionate to the both of you but before Erling could snake his arms around your waist to pull you onto his lap,you pulled lips off of his and made your way out of the door

“Y/n/n” you catch Erling say before you left

“Yes erl” you smile at him

“I love you” he said with the most tender smile he reserved only for you, he was your world, “I love you too baby” you replied blowing him a kiss. but as you walked out what you didn’t see was him “catching” the kiss in his hand and placing the same large hand over his mouth, smiling like a child while doing so

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The whole team was at this meeting and to no one’s surprise it was unnecessarily long and not to mention boring, the only things keeping you going was the small jokes that Bernardo made and the stollen glances that you and Erling would give each other. The meeting mostly consisted of the staff and players discussing different problems or ideas they had to make the team more successful than it already is.

Soon enough you were losing interest in what people have to say since it was always the same thing or the same person that thought they had to speak, you looked around the room and at the people that you do not normally see at work trying to understand what they were all thinking, nope nothing. That was until you caught your favourite pair of ocean blue eyes for what seems like the hundredth time in the meeting

I could look into them eyes forever, easily get lost and even if I found a way out I wouldn’t want to leave. They really are so pretty I just want to-

“Y/n do you have anything to add” Pep questioned quite firmly pulling you out of your trance and ripping your attention away from Erling(which he was not happy with)

“Um no not really, well there is this one thing” you said with your voice getting quieter every word you spoke, pep knows your not a huge fan of speaking in front of everyone but he really values everyone’s opinions especially yours. “Well what would you like to say” his voice softer than before which calmed your nerves a little more

“Well some players have been late to there appointments and check ups lately and it’s really inconvenient to me because then my day is delayed and it really messes up my schedule,so I’d appreciate it if people where on time or let me know in advance” you said your voice a slight whisper and you were not 100% sure that everyone in the room had heard it

And you were right, the room was filled with small comments like “what did they say” or “I couldn’t hear can you speak up” before you could even open your mouth again you guessed that Erling could see the panic in your face since he stud up from his seat that was placed opposite yours and cleared his throat

He was impossible to miss in that moment, his 6’4 frame towering over everyone else in the room and his deep voice and once soft expression and warm eyes(which you had saw) soon faded into a cold look and an icy stare to anyone who looked at him

“She said some players have been late to there appointments and check ups lately and it’s really inconvenient to them because then their day is delayed such as the time they get lunch and more, and it really messes up their schedule,so they would appreciate it if people where on time or let them know in advance, okay” Erling said while everyone turned to agreed with what you said of apologise, but without anyone knowing Erling threw you a quick wink and sat back down in his seat probably planning not to speak for the rest of the meeting

You mentally reminded yourself to thank him later one way or another for what he did

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After the meeting took place everyone returned back to there stations, workers (along with you) went back to their office and the players went to the pitch to train

You looked at the clock on your computer screen I’ve only been working for half and hour it definitely feels longer than that, I could probably get another few files done and then have some free time before I have to check on more players for the game next week-

Knock knock

“Hello” you said sceptically

“Hi y/n/n” the boy smiled widely when he saw you

“Erl what are you doing here your supposed to be training for the game next weekend” you said to him “are you feeling okay, does anything hurt” a concerned tone showed in your voice

“I told pep I wasn’t feeling well so he sent me to you” Erling said closing the door and slowly walking closer to you

“Why are you really here” you question him trying to hide a smirk

“.because it’s cold outside”

silence filled the room until Erling broke it

“And because I miss you” wrapping his arms around your waist and naturally yours found the back of his neck

“I miss you too baby but we both need to do our jobs”

“Mhm” Erling mumbled looking down on you

“Are you even listening to me” you questioned

“Umm not really” Erling said with a playful tone, leaning in and capturing your lips for a kiss

“Erl”

“Yes kjære” (sweetheart)

“Thank you for what you did in the meeting today, it really ment a lot to me” you said tears building up in the corner of your eyes and tightening the hug you had your boyfriend trapped in

“Shush, y/n darling, you don’t have to thank me it’s what I do, I love making you feel comfortable and also making you happy” he said planting a small peck on your forehead “but you know what I don’t want to see” Erling said pulling away from your tight embrace for a minute

“What” you confusingly questioned him

Erling took your tiny hands into his and looked into your y/e/c eyes, taking a deep breath he finally said“ you crying, you’re so full of light and I don’t want to think of a world without your smile in it, and the truth is people see me as this grumpy asshole but when your around I don’t feel like that anymore and-“

You shushed your Nordic boyfriend by bringing him down for a kiss and letting him know how much you loved him, giving him loving complements and showering him with the love and passion he treats you

“Erl, you know how I said I wanted to thank you”

“Yeah” he answered hesitantly as if he was scared of saying the wrong thing

“Well I get off work earlier than you..so” you said looking up at him with doe eyes and the most innocent look he had ever seen

“so…. OH” Erling eyes looked like they would pop out of his face before he some what gained his composure “well, maybe if your offering I couldn’t possibly stop you, what kind of boyfriend would I be hm” rewrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a long and passionate kiss on your lips

After a couple of minutes of being in each others presence you decided it was time to leave and that you should let Erling get back to his training

Grabbing the coat and scarf you arrived with (and Erling wrapping you up nice a tightly because he didn’t want his beautiful baby to get a cold) you packed all your personal items away

“Okay I’ll see you at home okay darling, oh and please take it easy in training we do no want a repeat of last time” you said putting yourself on your tip toes to kiss Erling cheek causing his to blush a deep shade of red

“Okay I will,just for you” he stated with a smile spread on his face

“Oh and Erling” you said before walking out of your office door

“Yes angel”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“See you at home love” and with that you threw him a wink to confirm what will be happening when he gets home but to also show him that you love him even though he can be a little grumpy around other people

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oh-saints · 11 months

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erling is a very competitive guy, which means he hates it when he loses to someone else. which leads to why he’s currently fuming at the sight of you, his ex-girlfriend, enjoying the night with his new teammates. which leads to why he can’t wait to show you that you belong to him.

erling haaland x you

tw: dirty, dirty sex (hate sex; rough handling; bit of degrading kink; mentions of sex tape/taping kink)

wc: 2.1k

prompts: “protective erling” + “rough sex tape”

note: a highly coveted request coming out from the vault as the next post for smut week! sorry i fell asleep last night lolol & this is based on two asks here! pls bear in mind this is 18+ content therefore minors DNI! but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so it’s not beta-read yet.

“you need to relax, big guy.”

oh, if only he could… jack didn’t know how much erling had been wanting—no, needing—to relax throughout the party his club was throwing for their latest success.

but how could he relax when you showed up like a goddess sent by zeus to seduce every single human who possessed desire in this earthly realm? who invited you?

as far as erling’s knowledge goes, you didn’t know anyone in Manchester. it was probably one of the reasons why he picked the sky blue jersey instead of other offers when he decided to move on from his old life in Dortmund. when he decided to move on from you.

when he decided to forget the fact you broke his fragile heart big time.

but seeing you again, in flesh and blood this time, after almost a year, enticed all these forbidden feelings he was supposed to supress. he wasn’t supposed to feel the longing, he wasn’t supposed to miss you, he wasn’t supposed to want you again.

it should be forbidden too, the sight of your wearing a little black dress like that. so little that erling was sure everyone could’ve seen your panties if you were bent over a desk. thinking about the possibility really boiled the temperature of his blood.

so erling didn’t waste any more time to cut off the interaction between you and his teammates. you looked up because he was rude, your teammates looked up because they didn’t know you both knew each other.

“we’re going home.”

and before you could protest, he’d hauled you off his shoulder—without compromising your underwear, of course—and you were both outside of the club in less than a minute, thanks to his extremely long legs. you were too dizzy to figure out the upside down of your vision to even launch a protest to him, you had to wonder how the girls on those movies made it easy.

your buzzing head didn’t help you to digest the reality faster. all the sudden, erling opened the side of your door, waiting for you to come out rather impatiently, judging from the clicking of his shoes. so you pushed your featherlight body up to meet the giant’s eyes because you knew better than to test his patience, despite the months apart and despite the fact that you wanted to be mad at him for cutting short your temporary escapade.

“you got me home, erling,” you groaned as you noticed he was still following your tail. the last thing you wanted tonight was a giant intruding your home. “now go home.”

but he didn’t budge, for whatever reason. he didn’t even respond to your order and kept his distance behind you silently. he only cut down the Atlantic between you two when you were struggling with your keys, grabbing them and initiated to unlock the door.

still in silence, though.

with your questionable sanity, you couldn’t figure out if he was silent because he wanted to get this done and over with—getting you home, that is—or he was silent because he was angry with your slow motion. you could only hope the former because you shared the same sentiment.

you were about to say thank you as well as bidding him goodbye on your door step when he pushed you inside of your sanctuary. you wanted to bark at him for somehow barging in but he went straight for the fridge, fetching you a carton of milk and a glass of water.

“what erling haaland wants, erling haaland gets, huh?” you couldn’t stop the venom from your mouth, and you decided that it was a better response than to lash out at him. “what else can I get you?”

you were always a goody-two-shoes girl, you were the water to his fire… well, at least until you dropped a nuclear bomb in his head when you broke up with him out of nowhere without a single justification given to him. and now you were pouring him a sarcasm? the norwegian certainly didn’t appreciate the tone, at all.

erling didn’t hesitate to grab you by the jaw, rather harshly, when you approached him. he knew you were playing with fire by coming to him, testing his sanity that was barely hanging on the thread, and he saw that defiance in your eyes.

and it clicked on him.

you were purposefully trying to evoke his anger by coming into the party unannounced.

fuck your link—he’d bury whoever that was, but later when he was done with you. if there was one thing he hated than you possessing no more manner was that he hated anyone else looking at you like a pray, knowing you intentionally provoked them. back when you were a couple, you used to do it to prove you had no eyes but for erling and erling haaland only, but now…

the fire was still burning in your eyes, matching his fiery ones. while you were accustomed with his jealousy heat, the sight was rather new for erling.

while your eyes were sparkling with a rebellion tint, your entire posture was limp and powerless against his strong hold. how could someone so fierce, so… disobedient be so submissive and helpless in his hands? but as they said, new is always better. and god was he lying when you were sexier this way.

and to know that erling was the only one who could turn her into this vixen version of you?

fuck your link—he’d bury himself in you first for now.

erling didn’t waste any more time to dive into your lips, sealing them in a ruthless kiss that demanded your further obedience. but of course you didn’t give up to the point you could feel your teeth, your tongues, all clashed in the battle that was taking place inside the cavern of your mouth. not even a single space for you to catch your breath before he stole them away, probably as his ammo to keep your defences down.

the oral exchange was so hot that your body was slowly burning—from the heat of his body, his hands more over that you had to shed your clothes the moment he’d touched you there, everywhere. and before you could realise it, you were both standing naked at your kitchen. amazing you could do that in record time and record pace, considering your lips were still interlocked, keys to the locks were probably lost in the sea of pleasure by now.

erling pulled you by the nape of your neck, and you had to tiptoe your feet as you followed suit. the imbalance was utilised by erling to turn you around, folding your arms behind your back while his other hand was holding you in place by the throat. you could see your nipple rigid already by the mirror placed on your living room, and god you had never felt so sexy than at that point.

he dipped his head down, grazing dangerously lightly against the shell of your ears. you could feel his breaths—deep, slow, yet erratic breaths—brushing the soft bone before biting them gently, his tongue swirled the boneless lobules like it was a sour candy.

“enjoying this?”

but before you could answer that, the hand on your throat suddenly went away, only to comeback to slap one of your breasts, just right on top of your puckering nipple. you didn’t bother hiding your gasp at the sensation—the overwhelming sensation of having him everywhere without a way out. at least until erling was done with you.

“I’m sure you do, schnuppa,” erling’s teeth were now grazing the sides of your neck, down to your collarbone. “this is what a slut wants, no?”

like before, you didn’t have a moment to answer him before the same hand slapped your other breast. the sound was so crisp you couldn’t help but feel sinful if you wanted more. but erling was in a sinful mood so he alternated in landing you some blows between your boobs. left, right, right, left for countless times you forgot to count at this point.

so wrong of you, though, to miss the counting. because erling would always ask.

“how many times now?”

and of course, erling would always punish you whenever you struck the wrong number. his hand immediately went to smack your throbbing clit, even opening your mound to find the clitoris and spank the bud gently with his free fingers. how he did it—you didn’t know. heck, you didn’t think your brain could process so much information and sensation and emotions simultaneously like that.

“what would those boys think if they heard you making a mess on my hand like this, huh?”

erling’s mouth was back ghosting your ear, the other pair this time but the insane sensation was still the same. your folded hands were now placed against the kitchen counter before you were told to spread your legs so the hand that was staying on top of your pleasure central could have more access to you—to tease you, to play you, to fuck you.

“I’m sure they’d hate it, hmm?” you moaned so loud when erling pushed his cock gently on your back, you could feel the standing shaft between your butt cheeks. “they’d better be because this belongs to me,”

you didn’t bother to mask your wailing when he pressed his digits inside you, while his thumb remained tickling your clit and the budding bud. “fuck, erling!”

“oh I’m fucking you, baby,” you swore erling’s fingers were orchestrating in and out of you slower than Mozart and Beethoven’s slowest composition combined. “but tell me first, whose this pretty cunt of yours belongs to?”

you truthfully didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, and sensing this, erling immediately switched his pace into a mindfucking fast one. so fast you could hear yourself drenching his hand so disgustingly sexy, your wetness swiftly cascading down your inner thighs, and you could feel your legs slightly trembling. a sign you were this close to the edge.

but of course erling pulled out. he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction too.

you groaned in desperation, your legs had to be pressed closely against one another so you didn’t lose the last bit of your energy left. you were so focused on gaining back your vision due to the earth-shattering sensation that you didn’t realise erling had set up his phone somewhere that could catch the sight of you both fucking like rabbits, just like he planned to.

you gasped dirtily as erling pulled your hips towards his cock, telling you silently to get ready for what was coming. “who do you belong to, schnuppa?”

erling knew you were not giving in that easily so he pushed the tip of his cock lightly at first. like a prediction, you moaned at the sensation—because god damn it, it’s been a long while since someone entered you and the last person was erling months ago—but moaned even louder when erling pulled his shaft out. the giant repeated the motion and the question again at the same time, and you replayed your dirty whines like a broken record.

erling had to applaud your tenacity for not backing down. this new version of you was surely a challenge he’d love to conquer. but he knew you were nothing but empty threats at the end of the day.

his smirk grew wider as you whimpered pathetically, “yours, erling. it’s yours, fuck!”

“there we go,” erling finally thrusted into you, and he groaned inwardly because no matter how much he denied you, it was the best feeling to be buried inside of you. “god, you feel so fucking good. I bet the boys can only shit themselves when they see this video of us.”

you could only hope erling was kidding about the video because there was no way you could hold your head high anymore if they’d seen you cum for five times in five different positions.

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