#erling haaland angst

[nosugarallspice]

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.

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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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[damiansgoodgirll]

erling haaland giving reader a neck massage and him getting turned on when she moans , it doesn’t have to be a smut hahaha

erling haaland x reader

tw : implied smut but not really

stress reliever

“come here baby” your boyfriend erling called you.

“i can’t” you were currently laying on the floor, full of books and notes to study as you had your last exam in a couple of days. but you felt like your head was going to explode and you couldn’t take more reading but you knew you had to go through it.

“i’m serious baby, come here or i’m gonna get you in one way or another” erling said. he was laying on the bed scrolling through instagram but he definitely saw how tired and desperate you were and he knew he had to do something.

“okay…” you knew a 10 minutes break was more than needed so you gave up and laid next to erling.

it was nice finally lay on something warm and comfortable that wasn’t the bedroom floor.

“turn around…” erling said as he positioned himself between your legs.

“i’m not in the mood” you said. sex was the last thing on your mind.

“i know, i just want to help you relax a little” he didn’t even think about sex. he just saw how stresses you were that he wanted to help you release the tension a little.

his hands went to move your hair out of your neck and he gently lifted your t-shirt up. his movements were delicate and soft. he gently kissed your neck and your shoulders and he went to unclap your bra too.

“take a deep breath and relax for me baby, you’re too tense” he said as his hands began to work on your neck. he was massaging it, going between soft rubs and kisses. then his hands moved over your shoulders and he felt how rigid you were “take deep breaths baby” and you did as he told.

his hands gently worked on your shoulders and you couldn’t help but let out some soft whimpers. if someone had to ask you, this was much better than sex.

“you like this?” he asked amused by your reaction.

you simply nodded.

his hands went on your back and he found your soft spot because you moaned a little. you didn’t mean to but you were feeling to good. and he knew he had to work mainly on that spot.

so he massaged and gently stroked it, scratched it and rubbed it.

you moaned again and again and again.

there was nothing sexual in it but you were feeling too good.

erling was hard. he got hard by simply listening to you moaning.

“erling…” you called him.

“yes baby?”

“i can feel your dick in my ass” you laughed.

“shit…” he said and you couldn’t help laughing more. he was so hard it was almost painful but you were his first thought so he pretended he was fine and continued working on your shoulders and back.

eventually your moans stopped as you were falling asleep.

you felt erling moving from your body but you didn’t want him to leave.

“where are you going?” you asked as he carefully lifted a warm blanket over your body.

“uhm…im going to take care of this…” he said giving you a soft kiss on the lips and leaving for the bathroom.

with that embarrassing and funny imagine in your head you fell asleep, comforted by the warm blanket and erling’s perfume that was all over the bed.

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[applejuicefruit]

Boyfriend protective Erling Haaland

Yes please! I love this request!

erling haaland x reader

Bodyguard

erling was very protective of you

like very much

he hated the idea of some other men laying their eyes on you

he even hated the idea of your own best friend laying his hands on you

when he hugged you

or kissed your cheek

or squeezed you in a friendly way

erling hated it

when you two were out together he was your own bodyguard

he knew how people tried to reach him for a quick sign or picture

and sometimes that made you left out

you didn’t mind of course

it was part of erling job

but it happened a few times that some fans became to handsy or pushy and hurt you in some kind of way

one time a few fans pushed you just to reach erling that you almost fell

well, almost because erling was keeping you by the arm

otherwise you would have fallen on the ground

and probably hurt yourself

of course he was mad

the next time it happened at the airport

you two just landed in new york to have a nice getaway trip but somehow erling fans found out you were there so they all came at the airport

you weren’t walking with any security

just you and erling

his huge body trying to shield you from the paparazzi and the crazy fans who wanted pictures with him

one fan tried to reach erling and by doing that he pushed you and you fell

erling was furious

he was so mad you feared for the young boy

once you arrived at the hotel you let a few tears fall because of all of the stress

erling hated to see you like that

he was so mad that his own fans tried to hurt you but he knew how football fans were

“are you hurt baby?”

“are you okay?”

“please don’t cry”

“i’m so sorry it happened to you baby”

he would try to comfort you and taking care of you

you knew all he wanted to do was to protect you

and you loved him for that

but things were worse when you two were at some restaurant or club just hanging out

and some men trying to flirt with you

completely ignoring erling even if he was sat next to you

“can’t you see we’re busy?”

erling would say in a very annoyed voice

“go away”

or when a man gets to touchy with you

maybe touching your shoulder or your thigh

or maybe just your arm

erling absolutely hates it

“touch her one more time and see where that it gets you”

“get your hands away from her”

he would get absolutely mad

his protectiveness turning more into jealousy

“she’s mine”

and boy

how you loved when he got protective and jealous

and how he made you feel safe and special

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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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[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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[mchlgayser]

hi lovely! do you write for erling haaland? If yes, can you write anything fluffy (maybe even smutty) about him and pregnant reader? 💗

𓂃⭑ᜊ: NINE MONTHS ft erling haaland

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO LOVE! This is my first time writing for haaland so I hope it was okay xx. But as I inform on my pinned post, I don't do smut, that is due to a lack of experience(?) and not comfortable. So sorry but hope you enjoy this ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: none

The rain pit-pattering against the window, the lighting strikes illuminating the starless night, thunders rumbling creating sounds inside the empty and cold house. You sat on the one-sitter couch near the balcony window reading a book, Behind Closed Door by Miriam Halahmy.

One hand, you're holding onto the book whilst your other hand is on your bump, caressing it gently. Halfway through the book, your eyelids grow heavier, feeling yourself craving for a deep sleep, perhaps a short wink. You put the book down adjust yourself on the couch, and drape the blanket over your figure to minimize the cold you are having.

Haaland on the other hand is already on his way home, the shotgun sit is full of a bunch of different snacks, chips, and chocolates. His car made its way inside your residence's car porch and he made his way out, bringing bags of sweets as he run over the heavy rainfall. He puts the bags down searching for his home keys.

He unlocked the door and immediately put the stuff on the kitchen island top, he walk all over the first floor looking for you but you are nowhere in sight. He treads his way upstairs to the second floor living room and found you near the balcony, sleeping.

Your head slumps against the headrest uncomfortably, your two hands guarding your bump, he walks closer, realizing that your body is shuddering in cold because of the blanket only made half way through you.

'Hey.' He started out to wake you up but you did't moved, your snoring only gets a bit louder making him almost laugh but he holds it back not to startle your sleeping form so he gently picks you up, one hand over your neck and the other at the back of your knees. He cradles you to bed and tucked you in

'I love you.' He confesses, bringing his face closer to peck the tip of your nose, Haaland offed from the bed to shower but you held his wrist 'Where are you going?' You slur out, one eye open to gaze at him before closing it back 'To shower love, I'll be back yeah?' You let a frown, and pout deepen 'Don't need to. Sleep now!' You please with two for eyes, he gently pulled your hand off and tucked it in back inside the duvet 'Gonna be back, right?' He began treading but stops abruptly when he heard a sniffle, he flinches head turning back to your figure, your arm covering your eyes as you cry, you take the near plushie and throw it to him 'I hate you! You won't coddle me anymore because of my bump!' You assumed, crying louder.

Haaland feels both bad and funny to see you cry over the smallest thing, he knows it's the pregnancy effect, you didn't mean it so he didn't partially feel bad but amused. He walks closer to you scooping you up and placing you on his lap 'Come on, you know I love your bump, it's cute. I wanted to shower because I feel sweaty, I stink you know?' You take him by the neck to pull you closer 'You are not! Just sleep with me! Kai needs you!' You accused the baby in your belly, it was a name you came up with for the baby but wasn't his real name, just a temporary name.

He finally let an amusing laugh, cradling your structure close to his broad chest and smiling 'Alright love, let's get to bed. Kai needs it don't you think?' You hum, still not letting go.

He put you on your side of bed whilst he goes to his, arms over your waist and hip 'Sleep yeah?' You bopped, he kiss the top of your head, one hand bringing up to stroke your hair gently while the other use to soothe you to sleep.

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[holymountdias]

Love triangle pt. 1

Erling Haaland x (fem)reader, (mention of 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 be just a game for you or become more than friends?

Word count: 3.7k

Notes: angst, smut, fluff

PARTS: 1.0 2.0 3.0

You were lazily laying on your bed along with your best friend, both scrolling through your phones with no words being exchanged as you were too bored and had nothing really to talk about. The past month was only filled with stress and bad mentality as uni and life was challenging you to the fullest with the only interesting part of the day being when you were going to sleep or eat. You had no energy to go out hence why you were currently laying around on a Friday night at your house, instead of being somewhere outside “enjoying life”.

“i swear to God if i see another story of someone from our class at the club, i’m gonna go insane” you kept listening to her complaints the past hour and you only hummed uninterested in response not really taking her seriously.

You sense her eyes on you after that but you still give no reaction to it, until you feel her move around on the mattress and the next thing you know your phone disappears from your hands. You turn your head to the side to glance at your friend annoyingly only to meet with an ironic grin.

"We need to go out” she suddenly blurts out and you groan out in frustration

“ i don’t want tooo, i look and feel like shit can’t we just stay in?’’ you whine out in protest as you move to lay on your side down before closing your eyes as well.

“Noway i’m going to let you sulk in your room for the millionth time this month; besides if i remember correctly you have already been invited to some fancy ass party’’ she responds, while emphasizing the last part with a different tone.

“Its just Jadon’s birthday he won’t judge me if i don’t make an appearance and i’m pretty sure he just asked me cause he is friends with my brother and just wanted to be polite’’

“oh shut up as if he hasn’t been texting you since you two met’’ she says, making you huff out.

To be truly honest you would also like to believe your friend’s little romance scenario as well, since Jadon Sancho was one of the few people in the football field that stood out to you after meeting them.

You were introduced to him through your brother, the infamous Mason Mount, after a football match since they were both playing for the England team at that time.

You soon found yourself spending like an hour with the both of you leaning against the wall in a random corridor inside the stadium building, throwing jokes and opening up about your lives.

You ended up exchanging numbers and socials and from then on you would text each other from time to time. You didn’t know what to expect from him, after all he was a football player with a busy schedule and quite the following when it came to girls, so you just never took anything seriously that came from him; not the teasing, not the random compliments when you posted a story on your ig, not the time he asked you to hang out that you might or might not rejected cause you were scared that he just wanted you for sex; quite the frequent habit for all the footballers but you weren’t up for that. Not after what happened with him. So in other words even if he indeed was interested in you at first he couldn’t still be after all this time, right?

“If you met him too you would know he is friendly to everyone” you open your eyes to look at her seriously and she just smiles devilishly at you.

“Well if it won’t be about Jadon tonight, i’m sure Erling will be, he will be there right??” she asks persistently.

“probably…”

“Perfect” she speaks loudly and gets off the bed quickly heading towards your closet.

“Y/F/N NO’’ you try to protest but with no results as she looks determined to get you ready for the party tonight.

“ok so dress or skirt?”

You sit up in your bed before brushing your hand through your hair in frustration. 

“I seriously don’t want to see him.”

“fuck….faster..”

He started thrusting in faster at once as his grip around your hips tightened, almost making it hurt. The combination of pain and pleasure made your pussy pulse around him and you heard him let out a groan in reaction.

You kept moving your hands in front of you on top of the vanity as if you were trying to get away; your mind was driven by the ecstasy while your eyes were closed and your mouth slightly open as quite whimpers kept escaping from you.

Suddenly you felt his upper front being pressed against your back as he leant his face down, resting it beside your face, his mouth touching your ear while his breaths brushed against it.

“Look at the mirror baby”

You obeyed to his words and first thing you saw is his darken gaze on you, how he eyed you like a starved animal and you were his prey. His thrusts slowed down but you felt his whole body moving against your body in such way that he somehow hit deeper inside you. You were so turned on, that your whimpers became loud moans but were quickly muffled by Erling’s hand as he covered your mouth with it.

“shut up”

Your lower back arched as you felt his other hand grabbing your ass and then spanking it a few times, his face once again turned towards your face, close to your ear as he kept talking dirty to you.

“do you want to get us caught baby? do you want all the people in the house to come and see what a slut you are for me? how much you love my cock and fuck you with it? hmm?”

His voice was driving you wild, making you tilt your head from the back to the side, your eyes closed once again, as he traced his mouth lower towards your neck, slightly sucking on it.

You could sense your climax nearing but he already knew that by how much your walls were tightening around him so he moved his hand around you, placing his long fingers on top of your clit as he started playing with it while his thrusts turned into pounding.

“Cum for me baby” 

Your body automatically started shaking from your intense orgasm but he kept holding you close to his body til you were calm again but right afterwards his own orgasm started coming through, since your climax triggered his too.

You knew this man for a about 5 months and he somehow managed to have you wrapped up around him with his generous, charming and affectionate character and of course his handsome looks.

Damn everybody could see how much different he was compared to all those snobbish and stuck up footballers and you admired that for him. You first met him at a club where your dearest brother held a party for his birthday celebration and couldn’t you have thanked him enough.

You kept throwing glances at each other from afar but none of you actually came up to introduce yourselves until it was time for you to leave but your ride had ditched you up for someone else and what more perfect time for him to appear like your prince, offering you a safe ride home.

Now in a normal occasion you wouldn’t accept because obviously, stranger danger, but you were slightly drunk and your mind was driven with interest to get to know this man. So you did and it was great and you thought that you would never regret it til you did…Long story short after the ride he asked for your number to your surprise and you did give him it.

There was so much attraction between you two that quickly turned into sexual tension and soon enough you would both be testing it out. You never really discussed about labels but he treated you in such a way that he made it seem as if he was serious.

He took you out on dates, gave you his flannel, invited you to his matches to watch him playing, he would take care of you in every way possible. And of course everything in secret from the public and your brother and everyone else from your inside circle.

Basically you were the only ones who knew. So here you were at your brother’s house that he held a party at and you were fucking in one of his bathrooms behind everyone’s back. And everything was perfect or so you thought..

He slowly pulled out of you but the motion still managed to take your breath away for a second as you adapted back to the emptiness inside you.

You turned around to stand against the vanity with your hands behind your back, to watch him as he cleaned himself up and discharged the condom away.

Right when he was done, he turned to look at you with a small grin on his face, before he came to stand right in front you, bending his body towards you with his hands gripping the counter behind, cornering you in between them.

“Hopefully nobody heard you or else i’m gonna have to deal with your brother”, he joked and you rolled your eyes; the corners of your mouth turning up.

“First of all there is a whole party going downstairs and secondly i wasn’t that loud Haaland”

“Is that so baby?”He whispered after he leaned closer above your face.

Your height difference had you tilting your head slightly backwards to look at him straight through his blue eyes with as much confidence as you could master up without getting flustered like a high school girl.

“Yes” you slowly muttered with your gaze fixed on his as if you were put under a spell, your pupils were dilated as you were filled in with lust once again and he loved it.

No matter how many times he would ruin you, you would still come back for more and couldn’t he be more happy to comply to your wish.

He shifted his hand right under your chin and raised your face towards his, your lips were so close that were almost brushing, but never touching and to your frustration that’s where he paused.

He just continued to observe you, looking at every little detail on your face, from your wet lips, to your rosy cheeks, to your sparkling eyes, to your messy hair. There was not a single thing he disliked on you, in fact he could see himself being with you in the feature as well but right now he knew the truth and the truth hurt.

His face frowned slightly for a mile second and that got you intrigued in what he possibly could be thinking.“What?” you questioned quietly snapping him out of his train of thoughts.

He just shook his head instead initiating that it was nothing, but before you could ask him again he closed the gap between you, pecking your lips gently as the palm of his hand cupped the side of your face.

“We should go” he muttered after a minute, shaking you out of your zone and you pouted in a teasing way in your effort to get him to change his mind. You had been in this bathroom for about half an hour and you knew that he was right, if you wanted to keep people out of suspicion, but it was getting hard for you sometimes to keep acting like strangers.

A corner of his mouth lifted as he reacted with amusement to your childlike way to convince him otherwise, but he just pecked your lips one last time before he started getting ready to leave and that seems like that was your answer.

A sigh of disappointment escaped you which gained you a chuckle from him but nonetheless you slowly started dressing back up ass well.

Just before he could open the door to go, your words stopped him in his tracks.

“When do you think we can tell the others?” he shifted around to look at you as you spoke again “You know…about us?” you stared at him; your eyes burning with both hope and anxiety for what his response was gonna be.

“Look i think we should keep it low for a little while more” you instantly felt your chest falling to your stomach, as your hopes crashed to the ground, your brows furrowed while sadness overcame you.

Instantly bad thoughts started filling in your mind like, was he not feeling the same? did he intend to have you hidden until he grew tired of you? were you just a plaything for him after all? His form standing right in front you had you snapped out of your thoughts; he picked up your face by the chin to make you look at him.

“Hey, stop thinking too much about it, i just- i just have a lot on my plate..with the team right now and bringing you to the public won’t be very helpful for me, like people are gonna start attacking you and then there is Mason, its juts not..easy right now.”

You nodded repeatedly as you tried to look understanding to what he told you while you forced your face to relax from your previous sad expression.

“No i get it, its a whole process and i can’t give you that kind of pressure right now.” You assured him and he just smiled at you affectionately. “You are not giving me any pressure baby, we are in this together alright?” you hummed in response and after he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, he finally exited the room.

Once the door was closed you let out a sight of disappointment but also regret before brushing your fingers through your hair and taking a sit on the side of the bathtub, hanging your head low; your mind deep in thought once again.

On one side what he said made sense like your situation was not as easy and that could also be because of who your brother was but at the same time you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that he didn’t want to take the next step and regret for even asking him for it in the first place. The last thing you wanted was to keep him out of focus from his job.

“Look i know what happened, but it needs to stop affecting you whenever you see him. Especially when there will always be a chance of you two coming across each other because of your brother.

So..” she picks up a satin dress from the hangers of your closet and shows it off to you, initiating for you to take it. “dress up girlie.”

No matter how much you wanted to protect your own feelings you know she is right and it is probably about time for you to move on, so what better sweet time to do it. You drag yourself clumsily from the bed and after your best friend gives you a heads up you take the dress from her to start preparing.

After you left the bathroom, you found yourself chatting with some girls from the party, including some football player’s girlfriends and although you didn’t know all of them, you were having fun. At some point you wanted to get a new drink so after excusing yourself from the group you headed towards the kitchen.

Before you were to go inside, you heard loud voices and laughter coming from the room, among some you could recognise, like Jack’s, Phill’s, John’s or Rice’s and some other guys, but you couldn’t tell who they were. The kitchen was a bit further from where the party and the loud music was taking place so the voices were clearer in this area of the house.

There was one voice in specific that made you want to stay behind and continue listening to what was being said in the room.

“Hey Haaland that was a long bathroom break dude” you heard someone say, as the rest of the group started laughing while he just shook his head in annoyance.

“Drop the act, what’s her name” the same voice asked causing the others to start questioning.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” Erling tried to deny but they all mocked his answer, knowing well that he was lying.

“Man, i saw you the other day with some blondie, was that her?” you heard Phill this time.

“No” he bluntly responded, but they started protesting for his lack of information.

“Drop the name man who is it?” Declan asks and all the guys around started agreeing.

“It’s no one, just a random one i met some time ago” he finally reveals, making the rest of the circle become loud with excitement once again.

“It’s nothing serious, we are just fucking” he quickly interrupts them, hoping that that will shut their noisy asses up but it wasn’t the case.

“Does she know about the other chick’s you have been fucking behind her back?” you hear Jack ask him and the room fills in with loud laughter once again.

“Not really”, he replied and the guys went wild.

“Yoo dude is it even serious like, are you going to tell her or?”

“Look i told you its nothing fucking serious, i’m just fucking with her for a little while and i move on, that’s it”, “I wouldn’t even care less if she found about the others, i can replace her anytime” he adds, making the group laugh out again.

You had heard enough.

You pushed the door open and entered the kitchen as the room soon went silent to see who it was.

“Hey Y/n” Declan was the first one to greet you and you greeted them all back with a plastered smile on your face, while avoiding the eyes of a particular person.

“What did i interrupt you guys from?” You asked them cheerfully as you headed towards the fridge to grab yourself another drink.

“Nothing we were just talking” someone spoke up and you leaned against the kitchen counter with your drink in your hand.

“Ohh i get it, hooks up of the week” you said with a small giggle and they agreed.

“Hey y/n did you perhaps catch a glimpse of a girl Erling was in the bathroom with, about an hour ago. He was locked up there for like half an hour and the guy tried to convince us that he was by himself.” Phill interjected this time and you looked at him with a knowing grin on your face, “no way, who was it?” Declan asked but you just shook your head slightly.

“Look guys, its not my place to say, but maybe Erling here, doesn’t want to share the name cause he forgot which one of his chicks was it.” your answer made Erling tense up more as he kept burning holes on you with his gaze the whole time you have been in the room. “Isn’t that right Haaland?” you ended up shifting your attention on him all of a sudden.

“Not the important one’s” he answered as the whole room burst in laughter,

“What are you saying dude, you literally admitted that she was just a plaything” Jack adds in the conversation making you grin lowkey sadly as you lowered your head for a second, but thankfully no one noticed.

“Oh how comforting it must be for her to at least remember her name then huh?” you spoke ironically; your words tasted like venom and he knew that cause they were directed towards him.

“Anyway guys, i gotta get back to my group, sorry that i couldn’t help you identify Haaland’s 4th chick of the week.” you joked once again but you knew that all jokes were on you in the end cause you were the one they were looking for, your were his plaything of the week or better say for the last five months, along with some other playthings of course, but for Haaland that was not worth being mentioned.

After you left the room you heard your name being called and you could tell it was him but you neither had anything more to say or even had the energy to talk to him for the rest of the night, especially when you were supposed to be celebrating your brothers birthday party.

“Y/N WAIT” you heard him yelling before he finally caught up with you and stopping you from walking any further, grabbing you by the arm and you turned your body around to look at him.

“Look i was going to tell you-”

“Oh really? i thought you wouldn’t care if i found out since you can replace me anytime” you cut him off by repeating his own words back in the kitchen, and he seemed to get more frustrated with the situation.

“No you don’t get it, i really lik-” before he can finish his sentence he got interrupted by people singing the birthday song and you both turn your heads to glance back in the main room where all the guests were gathered around a huge cake and your brother standing in the middle.

The sound was so much louder since you were closer to the party area now, making you frustrated as well. Nevertheless that was your signal to end this, cause you had more important things.

“It’s too late for that shit Erling, we are done, no buts” you finally said and you made a move to leave but he caught you again forcing you to look at him with pure anger in your eyes.

“I can fix this, give me another chance” he slowly says while the intimacy in his eyes burned into yours; when he grabbed you for the second time, he had managed to pull your body so close to his that even your faces were only a few centimetres apart.

“Have fun with your side chicks Haaland” you slowly muttered before looking at him one last time and after getting your hand out of his grip you hurriedly headed towards the celebration.

Your eyes were glistened as tears threatened to spill but you were quick to angrily wipe the corners of your eyes and hold yourself back from breaking down in front of a bunch of people. The only thought that clouded your mind was

How could you be so stupid?

#football imagines #man city imagines #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland smut #erling haaland fluff #erling haaland angst #jadon sancho imagine #there are more parts obv but i didnt want to add more things in this one.so its a light intro part to get you into the background etc.

[kalembappe]

pretty when you cry | e.h. 9

Part 1 word count: 10389 tw: death(neither of you die), smut

The weight Erling feels on his chest was beat by the one growing in his head. His eyes pry open being met by a gray ceiling before they fall to the crown of your head. It’s warm with you laying there, he could feel the rise and fall of your chest on his skin.

The short hand of the clock that hangs above your door says it’s just after dawn. He felt as if last night had been a lucid dream with how lightly he had slept. He thought that would help with his impending hangover but it only seemed to do him no good.

He doesn’t know how long he’d been staring at the ceiling. He wished he was drunk enough to have an excuse for last night, he wished he didn’t remember it so he’d have an excuse for saying the things he did, but when his stare trails your sleeping face, there’s a part of him – a part of him in which he acknowledges as small, is 18 again and picking you up from your first date where you got stood up . He has the same swell in his chest from when you first smiled at him and laughed at a joke he didn’t think was all that funny. Then he remembers how he was put into that position in the first place, and the memory sours.

The small smile that had ghosted his face had disappeared and the hangover he forgot was there had returned. Carefully, he removes you from his chest and lays you gently back on your bed. Only now had he seen the sky, the blue started to be painted with orange. He hasn’t been acknowledging the obvious change in the air.

There was guilt from both sides that was slowly eating him up. He can only think about how this is his best friend’s sister, how Jean trusted him with you. He didn’t wanna start thinking about how this affected you because both of you lost self control. This was both your fault right? Fuck, he can’t think about this now.

He can’t make decisions right now, not when you’re right there. Not when he’s thinking about repeating the same events of last night where he could still smell your perfume. It’s clouding his mind, he can’t think, can’t breathe even. He turns away, quickly buttoning his pants. His clothes and yours were scattered in the room, a reminder of what happened was indeed real did not go along well with his sobering head.

He scurries to find his belt, determined to go and it should’ve been left at that. Maybe he was too loud or maybe you were also a light sleeper but the moment his hand reaches for the door knob, he hears your voice call him. It takes everything in him to not turn around.

You say a bunch of words, but to him it all jumbled up into one blob of syllables as his thoughts tuned everything out. His hand tightens on the doorknob with a shaky breath before saying the first thing on his mind, “I’m sorry about last night.” He wanted to be. He’s sorry to your brother, to you, and for not meaning it. He's sorry he's going to hurt you but he's not sorry for fucking you.

Craning his head up, he’s met with your door, it’s blank and it’s driving him mad that he doesn’t see you. But he can’t, he doesn’t know how to look you in the eye after sleeping with you and just… Everything. It felt so right last night but now he realized how wrong it had been of him to lose his restraint.

His eyes trail around where he is for as far as he can reach, the floor, the boxes on the side, the light switch, and your vanity. It had a big mirror attached with it which unfortunately reached you on the bed, clutching the sheets to your chest, staring at his back. He could see your face. The same face you made when you're trying to keep yourself together. You always made that face when you were younger, holding everything in so you wouldn’t look like a cry baby.

Only you were–but this time, you’re no longer kids. You aren’t crying about sand castles and embarrassing first dates, this was a lot more serious. He’s hurting you, he knows he is. But he thinks that what he’s doing is what’s right–what’s best. He hears you say something again but your voice dies in the air.

“I wasn’t thinking.” He shuts the door on you, leaving no room for any discussion. He’s made his decision. It’s for the best–it has to be, he repeats to himself. *

He’s back in Germany when he gets a phone call from Jean. It’s been nearly a week since his debut game in London, he misses it there, his home and sometimes even the bad weather. It’s not all that different to here but here isn’t home, he supposed to be relaxed, he feels like it’s been ages since he was. He’s brought back to the last time he had relaxed, back there…that morning.

He feels homesick now and he’s thinking about you. Again. A common occasion. He’d like to believe he had been straying a little farther bit by bit but a call from your brother was able to ruin all his resolve that he’d carefully built for a week in a span of less than 10 seconds, none of them had been able to get a word in yet.

He picks up, easier said than he had done. He stared at the screen of his phone while he sat on his couch, a picture of Jean appearing from when he looked a lot younger. Jean’s greeting him, he greets back–it’s all proper yet informal but it didn’t feel relaxed. He put it on speaker since he’s alone and so that he could stare more. Weird that technically he’s looking at a picture of his best friend but he wasn’t thinking of him. If anything he wanted to think of anything but– Jean mentions your name and it grabs Erling’s attention for a split second, he catches something in the lines of how it was nearing his birthday soon. He expects it’s going to lead into a conversation where Jean is talking about who he’d invited before cutting to the chase three or five minutes later, that he’s inviting him. For now however, it’s all hypothetical yet kind of guaranteed. He stays in the call out of kindness, and well he’s in dire need of company other than the thoughts in his head. Again, a flicker of the voice in the other line squeezes a second into his brain, “Are you there?”

Fuck, “Yeah, um- ”

“Right…” There’s a tone in Jeans Erling couldn’t put his finger on, but it’s familiar. But it’s one word, and right now his attention is hanging by a thread. “My birthday is on the 11th but we decided to celebrate earlier considering Mariella is joining us. She said it was a surprise but she….”

Erling hums on the phone as his friend rambles on about how excited he is to once again meet with his long term girlfriend, also long distance. They must have a strong bond to still be going at it for this long with such a great distance between them. Good for them, I guess; he thinks bitterly. His friend’s voice molds into a blur while he stares at the caller ID of Jean.

He does look a lot like you, but you still take after your mother. He can tell because of how you don’t resemble as much of your father either but unfortunately not because he’s met her at all, he had; but only ever once.

*

It was the first summer rain he’s ever experienced in Nice. A summer that has just yet to begin and it does but with a storm by the beach, threatening to strike lightning at any given moment. But he didn’t think much of it, given that the purpose of going to the beach was to swim–one would get soaked either way, so he insisted on going like a stubborn thirteen year old would commonly do.

He repeated questions, whined, and tried his best to appeal to his parents but they were persistent on not spending the day on the beach today. Well, his dad was. He hadn’t spoken to his mother, his father had also been going in and out of their bedroom while he stood in the living room, itching to get his feet kicking the ball in his living room, on some sand perhaps with his friends.

He wants to play, he doesn’t know how many times he told his dad that and usually his dad wouldn’t ever be opposed to him playing, a little drizzle had never stopped him either but today something felt different. He wanted to ask his sister but she too had the same questions as him, so they stayed in for the day, the room he stayed in feeling grayer than the sky that rumbled angrily above them.

–

His mom finally left their room on the next day, it was still raining, albeit a lot lighter. Less thunder, more drizzle, it’s still gray however, the sky and the atmosphere. He looks at his mother’s eyes and she doesn’t meet him but he can tell she’s tired. Had she not gotten enough sleep? She doesn’t look like she was sick.

Erling grumbled to himself when his father told him to dress into the clothes they packed for a special occasion. He thinks sourly; So when mum feels like she’s up to it, that’s when we can do anything.

And it’s still raining. He doesn't understand the logic of why he had to miss a day of playing for something as simple as his mother missing a bit of sleep. It annoyed him a bit. He had tried so hard convincing his dad to go out and play and today when they are given the time to go out, they’re spending it doing something that he doesn’t want to do. He doubts that he’s going to play soccer with Jean in a polo.

His mind wanders, maybe they’re having dinner with Jean’s family, at least he’ll see someone he wanted to see. But he dreaded seeing your face, his best friend’s little sister. The whiny thing that you are. Oh he despised you. It wasn’t one sided hatred either, he doubts it. For someone younger than him he expected you’d have a little respect for him like you do your brother–but no. Every time he says something you look at him as if he’d said something absurd and you’d scrunch your nose every time he walks in; at one point he made it a habit to sniff his clothes before entering a room.

At least there would be Jean. So he crosses his fingers, hopeful to see his best friend today and sneak in a little play time between the moments the adults get lost in conversation giving them leeway to do anything to keep themselves entertained. Finally, something to look forward to.

–

“I thought we were going out?” Erling meets his sister’s face, she just shrugs in response. “Thanks for the info.” They sat at your living area, the sun had gone down. He still doesn’t know why they’re here. He thought he should ask questions or something but no one looks like they even have the appetite to talk. His mother, who’s voice he’s used to hearing bounce off the walls, had oddly enough remained quiet since the walk here.

They entered your house not too long ago either, but he didn’t see either you or your brother. Just your dad and a woman he hadn’t met before who resembled you a bit. Your mother perhaps, was his first thought.

In fashion, he did not say anything opting for the safe route and decided to just keep quiet. It isn’t out of character for him either way, he was a child of a few words especially to people he hasn’t met before. He’ll only ever say anything if his parents openly tell him to do so, but judging by the odds of that with how apparent his mother’s silence has been lately, the chances looks slim. So he guesses it’s another occasion spent in silence, which plummets his mood into mirroring everyone in the room.

It was a comfortable couch, he nearly fell asleep sinking in it. Until he heard the sound of creaking from the stairs, immediately, he straightened his posture. It’s about time Jean showed up, he hasn’t seen or talked to him in ages. Just as he was about to leap off the couch, he saw not his friend, but you, descending from the stairs. To say he was disappointed would be an understatement. He let out a groan that caused his own father to give him a knowing look. Erling, stubborn as he is, proceeds to sulk while crossing his arms. You obviously catch this with how your eyes wander so much, one thing he hates about you but silently amuses him is how you’re always so observant.

“I see you’re here to celebrate with us.” His eyes squinted, he didn’t know about that. Your eyes switch from him then to his fathers, you give him a generic greeting, he didn’t remember much after that. “–Today must be hard for her.” Your voice was soft when you talked to people who weren’t him. He’d care about what you just said, but he cares a lot more about how your tone with him was way more different–plain impolite. It was annoying how you can get inside his head at times.

Obviously, you two don’t get along. Every time he talks, you want to punch his face. You even once told him, as blatantly as possible, that his face would look good with your fist. Every time you talk he wishes for two seconds that a train or a car would pass you by and deafen anything you say. Anytime you two are put in a room together it ends in insults and sometimes injury. He doesn’t expect tonight to be any different.

Before he could get anymore lost in thought, he hears another set of feet go downstairs. Thankfully it’s the right familiar face. Only this time he’s looking down. He goes up to Jean, a hand on his back. “Long time no see,” He greeted, only to be returned with nothing more than a weak greeting back. They did, however, enter the dining area together.

  –

It was time for dessert when they brought a cake out. He thought this was a relaxed semi formal thing, not someone’s birthday. And who’s birthday was it even? He’d already finished eating and he still doesn’t know what they were doing.

He asks his best friend right across from him, “Who’s birthday is it?” He looked over to the cake. There was only one candle, only adding to the ambiguity of the event. Jean didn’t say anything, only staring blankly at the white frosted cake laid in front of them, the blue candle shortening by the second. He thought today would be a different day, excited as he was earlier to see and maybe play with his friend who right now looks too tired to even tell him what’s going on. If only they went out yesterday maybe they could’ve played. He was bored out of his mind, and when he sees his best friend for what feels like ages, he couldn’t even enjoy it because his mother had stayed up late in the summer for some reason.

“She doesn’t even work” he recalls to himself when his eyes shift to his mom who’s mood seemingly livens up, his however sours this time, a huff escapes him as he crosses his arms. There’s still chatter in the air for whatever reason, he didn’t care. Even worse, he was placed beside you. His plans to relax had been disrupted and only when it seems like things couldn’t get worse, you have the genius idea of starting a conversation with him.

“What’s the matter with you?” Erling’s eyes roll sideways to your direction unnecessarily slow, obviously irritated for a reason you did not know. “Oh, I forgot I was looking at your face.” You give him a sarcastic smile. He lets out an offended noise, annoyed by how you always feel the need to say something about him. Erling runs out of time to mask his appallment with an insult so he huffs and sits back onto his chair, arms crossed over the other.

“Mind your own business, It’s not you I’m mad at.”

“Oh so you do speak. It was almost peaceful.”

“The you shouldn’t have asked–” He cuts himself off when he lets out another one of his familiar noises, “I wish my mum didn’t have to drag us to this stupid dinner. She could’ve been fine going on her own…She doesn’t need anyone to–” His voice cuts he expected to see you maybe annoyed at least but instead your eyes are watery. Did he raise his voice or something? Well, he thought he’d been quiet even if he’s obviously letting his frustrations on you.

He’s shocked obviously, not expecting that he’d make you cry. He didn’t know that you were that sensitive, maybe it’s because you’re a bit younger than him? Either way you had a lot to say for a child. Always coming up with something new to insult him, how is it that right now you couldn’t? You’re quiet for a moment, and he just stares, clueless to what he’d done to get you to react in such a way. He hears you let out a shaky breath before clearing your throat, “You- you shouldn’t talk about your mom that way.”

Again, he's blank. This isn’t the first time you had cried because of him, sure the other times he took a little pride in but he didn’t have the intention of doing so now. Especially not at the dinner table in front of people. Good thing you looked away from your parents. Not really for Erling though, he felt something sort of new wash over him, guilt maybe? He’s not sure this time. But it’s similar to the first time you cried, only now you weren’t pouting at him or big eyed, your hand held your face, the other balled into a tight fist.

  “Wait…don’t–”

You quickly look up at him, letting out a disgruntled huff and leaving the table swiftly. Jean didn’t seem to care but it seems his own parents maybe did considering how they were eyeing him with a look that screamed, “What did you do?”

He groaned, excusing himself out of the table and followed you up the stairs. He walked in your hallway, looking door to door until he reached the last room. He quietly pushes the door with a slow twist of the knob, hoping you don’t hear.

  Your back is facing him.He was sure this wasn’t your room with how small you looked on the king sized bed. And this room looks too old for your taste; the walls were too dark and the furniture was too un-themed.

Maybe you felt someone watching you because you gasp when you see Erling standing not a yard away from you. Again, silence from both of you, just the occasional sniffle that you let out from your runny nose.

He decided he should start despite not knowing what to go off from, “Why did you…cry?”

You respond, nasally “Your mom,”

Erling, who was previously leaning on the door frame, was now standing. “What?”

“You shouldn’t be so hostile when–” Sniffle, “You talk about your mom.”

“Oh… why do you care so much?” Were you close or something? Did he offend you? It’s not like he was making his voice loud that she’d hear what he said at all. He walked quietly over to where you sat, for a second your smaller palm opened and he caught a small glimpse of something white-ish.

“Nevermind me, They are eating the cake without us.” You stood up in haste, he saw your face again. Your eyes were bloodshot, if you went down looking like that, it wouldn’t get his parents off his back. You were in such a rush he had to grab you by your arm, the touch immediately stops you.

“I’m not even mad at her you see, I-I love my mum. It is just because going here felt pointless. I don’t even know what it’s for.” He tried feigning a laugh only for the chuckle to disappear when your face darkened.

“It’s maman’s birthday.” You reply sternly, the shift in your voice apparent–hostile.

“I don’t think I’ve properly seen her? Is she the lady downstairs? The one who looks like you? She doesn’t look like Jean–”

“That is because she isn’t here. You’re probably talking about my aunty.”

“I don’t understand.”

You’ve already turned to look at him this time, your brow arched at him. “When was the last time you’ve seen my mom in the many times you’ve seen me?”

“I told you, I’ve never met her–” Oh.

That must be why you’re so sensitive about mothers. Now he really sounded like a prick.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t think that this was all that bad, wh- the cake is probably good.” He offered you a sheepish smile while you returned it with a blank face. The silence was loud and Erling couldn’t help but feel more humiliated.

Not only by how he talked to you but how he acted towards his mother the past two days. He’s heard her say many great things about your mom. Come to think of it, they must’ve been good friends.

You start to laugh at him now, maybe you realize how stupid he looks. It makes him flushed that he looks down at his shoes, crossing his arms in the process. He didn’t interfere because at least you weren’t crying anymore.

That was until you did start crying again. He looks up then walks closer to you. “Uh, what-”

“You are so,” Hiccup, “-Stupid.” Your palms were pressing on your eyes, the same feeling he feels but only around you.

“I'm- no, You look stupid.” He’s not much with comforting people, but he did know how to get your mood to change all the time. So when you look at him with glossy eyes but with that familiar crinkle in your forehead, he lets out a light sigh of relief.

You sigh, “Just…be nice to your mom, today’s probably hard for her.”

“A lot harder than on you?”He knew your answer when he heard you go quiet. He also knew any second now you were about to blow into full hysterics, so he did what he thought best and pulled you into him, your throat hitches.

  It was a rather stiff embrace at first, he even patted your head until he slowed, bringing his hand down when you just kind of…melted into him. It helped that he was 5’5 this young, he’d completely engulfed you. It’s warm and welcoming to you, and Erling has never been welcoming to you. That thought is completely shattered when you feel his arms tighten around you, your head burying deeper, as if you were trying to hide from the world. He was the last person you thought of ever acting this way towards but you couldn’t care less; you felt safe–protected in a way. Your ear was on his chest as it beat faster by the second, you only wished he didn’t feel yours do the same.

The bubble bursts when you hear someone calling for both of you downstairs. He remembered you splitting apart so quickly that one would miss it if they blinked. But he didn’t and he saw the frantic look in your eyes, looking around the room for some three seconds before settling to just put the thing you held into his hand. The touch is warm, and fleeting yet he feels the ghost of your skin as he keeps his hand mid air. He remembered the feeling when you left the room, the shameful longing he felt. There’s a split second he’s allowed to regain consciousness and peak at the object in his hand, it’s a shell. Before he could think more about it, the voice called again,

*

“ARE YOU COMING OR NOT.” Erling blinks, another thing to add to the list of what he’s been doing lately is zoning out. “Do I have to say it all again?”

He takes a deep breath, “No. Please no… Who will be there?”

  “Why does that matter? You have to go.”

Of course he has to. And why is he asking anyways, it’s not like he’s counting on the one in a hundred chances that you would choose not to attend your own brother's birthday. He groans, “Yes, I’m going.”

“Perfect!” A brief silence passed, “can I… ask you to do me a favor ,” Erling sighs, “Just this once mate–”

  He cuts Jean off, “what is it?”

“You know me and Mariella might sneak off into the night-” Another groan, “Let me finish! I just don’t want to ditch my little sister, you know? Part of why I called is to ask you to just… look after her. For me? You guys are friends, no?”

“You and I both know that is a lie.”

“Okay, fair.” Before he could intervene, Jean adds with a hopeful tone, “But you, uh, Talked? Last time, yes?”

  The bed creaks, and your short breaths turn into moans, echoing louder after every buck of his hips. You’re trying to find purchase on his arms, already on edge from a while ago. “I need…I’m close,”

  “Well, yeah…” He thinks of a generic excuse, one that’s easily believable and will hopefully get Jean to lay off him. “She’s so loud around me. And rude? You know this since we were still kids-”

“I know that but you're the only person I could think of that she’s comfortable enough to do that with '' Jean waited for a reply, the silence being so prominent that it sounded like he didn’t need an answer. “Look, my dad won’t be able to make it since he caught a cold from the rain or something of the sort and I don’t think any of her girlfriends are coming either and it would mean a lot if you’re there to keep her company while I’m not. As a birthday gift, give me nothing else… Si’l te plait?” He pleaded and still, the other line was silent. “Unless…you have something to tell me?”

  Erling didn’t even have to hear twice, “NO. No. Of course not.”

“Okay! Good. Don’t wear a tracksuit. Thanks again mate.”

  Before Erling could get another word in, he heard the dial tone first.

  His mind was silent as he stared at the tall ceiling of his bedroom. It’s gray and blank, the walls painted by the darkness in his room. He blows a breath into the air, his head bounced on his mattress, repeating to himself the last thing he heard from the conversation.

It’s not like he said you had to talk to each other. He just said to look after you. And he can look after you. From a distance of course. Erling didn’t admit it to himself and admitting was never his strong suit in the first place, but he wasn’t worried about distancing himself from you, it was how long he could keep at it sober.

  –

  It’s a more tame gathering than he expected. He didn’t know what to wear after coming out of the shower. He didn’t know why he was so worried in the first place. Outfits weren’t something Erling had put much thought in and even in events it’s not him who dresses himself, it’s his mom or someone that his team hires for him. Usually, he uses the same rotation of clothes he has; the ones that were conveniently fresh out of the dryer and it’s never really that interesting from there.

Aside from a while ago when he spent an hour looking through his closet for a specific shirt that he knew he had but seemed to have misplaced. Afterwards he took a bath which took thirty minutes in the bathroom, then he decided to blow dry his hair and actually comb it which was another fifteen minutes before dressing up which took twenty something minutes then he made it here to the venue which is–

You get the idea. He took Long. Part of him did it because he was stalling, the other part was quietly because he knew you’d be there. It didn’t surprise him that he had run a little late because of London traffic, something he didn’t miss. But what did surprise him is how he was indeed late but it seemed as though there had only been four or 6 people there. Some he seen but don’t know, the other’s he’s talked to but aren’t close to at all, not long after he spots Mariella with Jean who holds a glass of wine with the biggest grin, he turns back, his eyes scan the room twice and he doesn’t seem to find what he’s looking for.

There’s a tap on his shoulder that gets his attention. Again, he turns but this time with a hopeful expression which plummets as soon as it arrives, disappointment apparent on his features. “At least pretend you’re excited to see me.”

Erling mocks a scowl, “Happy birthday, mate.” He hands Jean a box, a gift he unadmittedly put little thought to, his excuse being his best friend has never given him a good gift and that he has other birthdays to make up for it.

His friend returned a smile, saying something along the lines of not having to get him anything, inherently he disagrees and it’s small talk that they mutually itched to get away from at the moment.

That was about thirty minutes ago already. Thirty minutes after he arrived, he had talked to four different people, Jean included; two of which asked for a photo, one who was a server, but he still hasn’t seen you after finishing his second drink. He looks at the empty glass, counting the scratches he could spot and he hears the party–dinner or whatever, starts to grow louder. Out of curiosity he cranes his neck up to look at the entrance, the bar stool giving him extra height despite him obviously not needing it.

There’s a tightness in his chest and his pants when it’s your back that meets his eyes. Your dress ends over your knees, the neckline meets under your collarbone, but the back is more than generous—cut ending just above your hips, hugging you in the right places. He stops himself from groaning out loud, the dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination at all. His eyes followed the line of your spine, If you pulled it any lower he’d be met with the dimples on your back. It’s fresh in his mind, the memory of his fingers padding over them like buttons, moving your hips to meet his.

Quietly, he curses to himself, he thought this would be easier sober. Then again it’s you he’s thinking about, nothing is easy when it comes to you. If anything, it’s hard. So…much…harder.

“There you are!” Erling lets out a noise.

“Mate! God, please– don’t–Just stop doing that. Please.” He pleaded, guilt and nervousness merging in his stomach. Jean tilted his head before lightly punching Erling on the arm.

“So cranky and you’ve only talked to me twice tonight?” Erling apologizes, “I’m just messing with you!” Jean’s laugh echoes, it’s louder than normal is what he notices first, but he’s glad he’s here given that he’s finally distracted from something that wasn’t you. Jean leans in closer to his ear, “You remember our agreement?”

Subconsciously, Erling’s eyes move to the doorway you just entered, the noise has transferred so he isn’t surprised you’re already gone. He nods, staring at the empty space. “Yeah, of course man.”

They talk for a while with drinks in hand but they both leave the bar area shortly after, courtesy of the dazed man coaxing him to socialize and begun introducing him to other people before he could agree.

  It’s the sixth time tonight Erling switches tables, nonetheless he’s given a break when he’s introduced to Jean’s work friends and Mariella takes the man away leaving him with people he barely knew. There’s an empty seat with a jacket splayed on it, someone must be in the restroom or out for air.

His attention is back to the eager yet cautious people staring at him. They’re polite and young, all seeming quite hesitant or shy around him. It all starts with small talk, before one of them gives in and moves onto the topic of football. It’s all easy from there, mostly talking and less drinking but he steals a sip from here and there when the others are already ordering seconds and thirds. He remembered why he was here in the first place. Not the party, but in the booth. He needed a distance to watch you from. Erling’s eyes wander. It’s a small pub they rented, and it’s all very relaxed. Everyone looks like they’ve had a drink or two save for the bartender and the servers. His eyes scan subtly around the area, silently praying you wouldn’t catch him staring knowing that if you did, it would be beyond humiliating.

He sees the shape of your black dress in the distance, the same bar he left earlier with your brother. It’s vague in his peripherals his eyes finally catch a good look at you. This time, your face was the one in site, but you weren’t alone. You were laughing at something someone told you, most likely the gentleman that blocked part of your body. There’s a weak feeling in him that’s getting more and more hard to ignore when he sees the man graze his hand on your bare arm. You smile nervously but from his view it looked like encouragement, the grip Erling has on his glass bottle tightening. If it were a flute, it’d snap in half; he’s sure. Subtlety was completely out of the question. He watches–no, scrutinized every move you made, and in that process found no fault in your flaws–Your blushing face, it was probably the alcohol; your glossy droopy eyes, it’s probably the light. It’s frustrating. The chatter feels louder, the clink of glasses seemed to echo and multiply, the booth he sat in felt even more confined.

A bottle of champagne pops, the sound rippling through him like he’d been hit square in his head with the cork that popped from the bottle. But it takes his attention away from you, it takes everyone’s attention away. It’s loud. There’s cheering, and even more chatter. He looks back after a second and now there's a hand palming your back, the same back he had arched so good for him and it’s, for lack of better word, driving him insane.

You turn back, hair swaying, your face is flushed and your head is a lot more bobbly, shaking slightly at something he said; You’re giggling but you aren’t laughing. He knows how you laugh, he’s seen it, the real one, you’re supposed to scrunch your face and have a hard time finishing your sentences. The man steps closer to you. Erling watches, only getting tenser by the second. You’re putting your arms around yourself, it is cold and he doesn’t know why you picked that dress. You look stupid in this weather.

–

You are stupid.

Your eyes are searching around the room, palms rubbing your shoulders as you try your hardest to find an excuse to no longer entertain the man in front of you.

You don’t know why you thought it was a good idea. All you wanted to do was to get anything from him, a reaction even. It’s petty but it’s enough to make you sleep a little better at night. You were supposed to come here with a plan but now everything seems so hazy, the plan you’d set was getting more difficult to follow through with all the noise and commotion, the cork popping out of nowhere added to it. You knew tonight there was a possibility you would see him, despite that, to the last second before you walked in; you were still reaching for the possibility you wouldn’t be there. But alas, he was. He sat on a bar stool, phone in hand as he nursed a bottle of beer. You catch yourself staring, immediately, you look away. Unbeknownst to you, if you had stared any longer you wouldn’t be the only one caught.

Now there’s a hand on your back–you’re uncomfortable but you brought this upon yourself and your plan seemed to not have been working because Erling is nowhere near the bar you last saw him in, the bar you're now sat in. If your plan didn’t work, embarrassingly enough, you should at least safely back away from it. So with your remaining pride, you turn, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

The guy that’s bothering you isn’t bad looking, that’s the reason why you seized the opportunity to use him…in a way– You can’t even comprehend what you’re doing, the flush of your cheeks only turning redder.

  There’s hands on your hips this time, and it irritates you even more. “Come on, we can go to my car-”

“I-I’m sorry, Aaron-”

“It’s Arnold,” He corrects,

  “Yeah,um, I’m…I don’t-” This guy, despite your obvious discomfort, still finds reason to let his hand wander closer to the string of your top. “Can you not do that?” You push at his chest, enough to push him back a little along with his hands falling off you, his drunken steps already uncoordinated to begin with. His face is shocked for a second before his face twists into something distrustful. He walks over, his cold grip is on you, tugging you closer by the wrists, your hands tremble slightly.

“I was being really patient with you.” He smells of whiskey and other alcohol, the tightness on your arm makes you want to vomit all the more.

There’s a presence behind you, it’s warm and familiar but it causes your throat to close up.

  The stranger in front of you cranes his neck a bit to look Erling in the eyes, you can see how his shifted, a lot more frantic and a lot less confident. “Ah, So you’re the big lad?”

Erling stares him down, “Leave or I’ll throw you out myself.”

Your eyes are wide, unblinking but soon you let out a breath when Arron–Arnold leaves. But you don’t turn around. In fact you’re looking down at your shoes, leaning against the bar when you start feeling a lot more dizzy.

Erling doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what came over him to be so hostile, but he’s glad he did. He saw the trouble looked on your face while you were trying to squirm around from that…ick. He’s mad at the guy but he’s also mad at you for even selling yourself short like that, he didn’t understand why. It made his mind race just thinking about the numerous things he could’ve done to that guy if you weren’t watching. He hated how that man thought he had any right to just touch you like that, it made him sick. But he also knew he didn’t have a right to be mad that anyone else touched you, even looked at you aside from him, the final thought stops him in his place.

He has a lot of things to say. But he doesn’t know where to start. He doesn’t know if he should look at you, or if he should wait till you say anything at all. From where he stood he could see from above your head since you were sat, looking down and picking at your nails. He knows you’re ignoring him, so with a huff he spins you in the bar stool, the motion causing your head to as well. You’re frozen in your seat, the thoughts running in your head multiplying its weight even more.

You’re contemplating to yourself; the least you can do is look at him, he saved you after all, right? From something that you did to yourself, you recall. Again, it’s both your eyes, staring like it's the first time you've seen each other. They meet, it’s pulling and it soothes you( regretfully so) that he’s here. In front of you. But you hate him. You hate how you know they soften when you look back at him because he does it without knowing, dating back to when you were much younger.

Erling thinks you look the most beautiful like this, wide eyed and vulnerable. He knows that it's bad that he likes you to be but to him, it’s more than that. You look so fragile, you’re precious and it kills him knowing that you are reckless and made out of glass. This is the closest he’s been to you in weeks, this is the closest both of you have been in weeks. He wants to hold you but he can barely graze your fingers, you want to push him but you also want to get closer till you’re pressed against each other.

None of you say anything, it’s just a staring contest waiting for the first one who blinks–buckles and gives in. Last time it was him, this time it was you. Your mouth opens and closes, you look down at your knees again, it’s mute for a while till your voice echoes out finally, dry and shaky.

“He–I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry,” You apologize, he doesn’t know for what; he isn’t sure, but his face twists. “I just thought it would be a good idea since you…” There are tears that are brimming your eyes, overwhelmed with humiliation and him just being there. It makes your voice crack but you swallow, Erling doesn’t miss it. “I’m glad you were here.”

Again, silence from both of you. You expect him to reprimand you, call you stupid like he always does, maybe throw in a joke about how you don’t think before you act but he’s putting his hand on your wrist, lifting it to himself carefully. “You want some ice on this?”

The crescent shapes on your wrists are now puffy and red, you wince at the sight. “I’ll manage. The bartenders are out right now so I don’t…” Your voice fades when you spot Erling digging his hand in a crystal glass, barely fitting three fingers in. He takes the largest ice in the lot, his fingers wet and cold. Your breath hitches when the ice touches your skin, it’s messy and sensual yet also gentle. Your eyes finally find the courage to look at him. He’s closer to you now and you are quiet yet again, both focused on your wrist as he drags the ice on your skin. “It’s dripping, Haaland.”

The hand holding yours is tense as those words slipped your mouth but he continues to smooth over skin as the ice melts, shrinking by the minute. “It’s okay, it’s not like I’m returning the ice, right? Besides, you’ve had enough to drink tonight.”

You shift in your seat, he’s still focused on your wrist. “I can handle my alcohol fine, thank you very much.” The tone you set is more stern this time, the ice dripping on the furnished floor was just cooling your heated skin at this point.

“You were two minutes away from getting into something horrible?”

“Oh and you’re so good with self restraint.”

“What?” Now he looks at you with his brows knitted, Erling’s thrown off by the distance. You’re really close, too close that he has to back up even if he wants you closer.

“What is this…?” You whisper. He’s paused, searching your eyes. “You’re nice to me when it’s convenient then leave when you regret me?”

“I–”

“You didn’t even call, you just left. Do you even remember anything from that night. I fucking gave myself to you. I wanted to. Doesn’t that mean anything?” The words spilled out your mouth, ironic how you talk about self restraint.

It might’ve been the alcohol talking, or maybe it was really you unraveling. You wait, desperate for any exchange of words from him, that would be more than he can say in the weeks you haven’t heard his voice.

But he’s silent, staring at you trying to find the right words but they’re all caught in his throat. You’re the only person that can get him like this.

“Do you really have nothing to say?” You wait, truly wait , desperate. You wait until your eyes are watering, you aren’t crying, you tell yourself; it’s like that because you haven't blinked. You wait until it feels like it’s just the two of you in the room and the commotion dies out in your ears. There’s a sigh you left out despite it having to fight itself from passing through your closing throat. The tightness in your chest is there again, and so are the tears that were brimming your eyes only this time you fight to keep them in. For a minute you search for your handbag, silently wishing that if you stalled just a little longer maybe Erling would say something, do anything. But he’s just watching you. There’s a churning in your stomach that makes you feel humiliated and for the last time you promise yourself that you’re done with finding conflict in silence.

Your reach for the black handbag, finally spotting it on the chair behind you, tugging your left hand that’s still in his grip. “You can let go now, the ice melted.” There's nothing behind your voice but your heart feels like bursting. His lips part slightly but you ignore it, you don’t want to let the light in your chest even flicker, to let him get your hopes up again.

  You tug again but the grip he holds becomes tighter, you let out a frustrated noise, “What is it?”

“I love you.” You pause, it’s like the wind was knocked out of you.

Today felt like a contest of who could bring someone to a lack of words but you might just let him have this one. You stutter, “Erling you can’t just–”

“Love you?”

“Say that...” He tries to argue but you cut him off, “You can’t just give me hope because you feel like this now then be unsure the next day-”

Tugging again, he's holding on– you're stagnant. “On your mum’s birthday I upset you and it was the first time I saw you cry for something that wasn’t shallow.” You’re offended and confused, before you interject you stop yourself wanting to hear what he says.

“I knew I was the reason you were crying in the first place and I knew I hurt you and it–I hated knowing I did that to you. That was the first time you were ever close to me too then you left and all I wanted was to be closer…to you.”

His fingers pad through the vein of your wrist and dragging up to your palm, he holds it like he’s holding the world. You both observe, his hand was much larger than yours. “I wanted to be close to you then, and I still do. Despite the amount of times I’ll do the opposite; I wanted you, I think I always will”

You swallow thickly, “I hate you.” He knows you mean your words, so does he. He reaches for your face, guiltily you lean into him. “It’s your fault I’m here, you know.”

“I know, I’m stupid.”

“No–like, I did this to get you here, but it didn’t work out. Sort of. I wanted to get you’re– I wanted attention, okay?” You admit bashfully, head bumping on his chest. He laughs whole heartedly.

“Oh? You wore this for me too?” His hand left yours only to travel to your back. It’s cold and you puff your chest out with a gasp. It drags across your spine, he watches your reaction with deep eyes and a smirk. You may be able to get inside his head, but he can mess up yours even for just a second.

“Erling, people will see.” In his grip you squirm, pressed against him. He doesn’t really know if people would, since it’s hard to see the edge of the bar from the main area. He did only spot you here because he searched specifically for you, and if people actually did, he could care less.

“So you only want me to show you?” You look up at him, doe-eyed and nervous with a touch of excitement. He’s closer to your ear, his breath is warm but it sends goosebumps to your skin. He repeats, “Do you want me to show you?”

–

You took a taxi to your home, this time he’s the one who’s more aware. It was awkward at first when you both walked into your flat, knowing that it didn’t hold a good record for any memories you shared together in it. With a reassuring smile, you let him in. The tension is thawed when he bumps himself in one of the arches on the ceiling. You laugh at him and he groans, holding a palm over his temple. You didn’t have ice but you had a cooling eye mask for him to hold on his head while you sat him on your couch. You’re about to walk into your room to change when his hand holds onto yours, refusing to let you leave so easily.

Instantly, you try to argue but his fingers are slowly pulling at the ribbon that ties your top up. He looks up at you waiting for any kind of disapproval but his restraint crumbles when he sees your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “Can you turn around?” Erling opened his legs wide enough so you could slot yourself between them and like he requested, you turned with your back facing him. His touches are barely on your skin, but it set your body on fire. Like a present he unravels you, you feel the laces graze your back. “Let it go, baby.” Erling refers to your hands clutching the top to your chest, hesitantly you do. He guides your arm to spin you back to him, and he looks at you with blue eyes that still look bright in the dark.

You’re shy over his gaze, eyes looking anywhere but him. Erling lays a kiss on your navel, hands inching the remains of your dress hanging lowly on your hips till the material drops on the ground. You gasp when he pecks your breast, mouth lingering on the flesh while he’s looking up at you. His breath is hot on your chest, “ Don’t act all shy on me now…” You look down at him, chest heaving as you watch him suck slow wet kisses till he reaches your other breast. Your lip might just cut if you hold onto it longer so with release, you let out a small whimper when he kneads your ass.

He’s venal now that you’re bare, he knows your body from every dip to every curve. Erling sits up a little, you help him out of his shirt, discarding the fabric on the ground. Backing up on the couch, he holds the back of your legs, inviting you to himself.

You settle on his lap, your knickers rubbing against his tensed thighs. Impatiently you grind to rile him up, the hands on your waist tighten, you can feel how hard he was from the action alone. His jaw locks, and his nose flares; He won’t last long, he knows it.

Your smile however leaves as soon as it arrives. Roughly, Erling manhandles you thigh before jerking his knee up and down, your clip rubbing on your thin underwear and the denim of his pants. It was his turn to smile, watching as you came undone on his knee, his hands moving you against him. Your moans are small and your hips are rolling on his leg at his mercy. It’s stickier by each stroke but you don’t want to come, not yet. You try to hold it in till you’re pushing at his chest, he knows what you’re doing. You feel dread wash over you. The lamp in your living room is bright enough for Erling to get a glimpse of your knickers being swallowed between your cunt, swollen and glistening with slick.

“I’m– please, please go easy– Not yet–” Your words bubble into a moan when his thumb finds your clit, you have no choice but to grind back, folding for him.

“You like this, no? Getting off on my thigh and begging. Do you even know what you are begging for? ” He humors himself looking at your fucked out eyes, his thumb unfaltering. Your hips are erratic, falling into Erling with your head between his neck and his bare shoulder, your little moans are pitiful, almost panting with each ‘ah’ that escaped you.

“Can I? Please? I wanna, I wanna cum.” He urges you to keep grinding with his other hand on your waist, his knee now jerking up your cunt again, chasing your release for you.

“You think you deserve it?” he caresses your jaw, your neck already sweating. You whimper into his neck, babbling nonsense. “So good for me…” He mumbles, supposedly to himself but you hear it. It makes you flutter even more, grinding even harder onto him.

He feels your wetness seep into his skin, he hears you getting even more vocal now and before you reach the pinnacle of that relief, he stops moving altogether. You whine, and he coos at you, brushing the hair on your face. “Poor baby…”

You sink on him, shoving his arm lightly with a weak fist. “You fucking suck.” Your voice is muffled on him, he laughs– it makes you giggle, and it almost removes the ache on your core.

“Thought you didn’t want to come?” You scoff at his playful tone while he’s busy adjusting you till you straddle him, it’s more comfortable. On both of you. Less tension. You're both closer, your arms wrapping around his neck instead of just hanging loosely but your head’s still in the same place only this time your entire weight is on him. He hears you let out a deep breath, ”You okay?” He asks, planting a soft kiss on your hair.

You nod, returning the kiss on his lips. There’s nothing else he needed to hear, it was more either of you could say. From what was slow, deep, loving kisses turned into a needier and sloppier exchange. You’re on top of him, hands pulling at his hair causing him to groan in your mouth. His tongue swipes on your lips, before trailing his kisses on your neck and sucking. Your back arches into him while his teeth leave a love bite on the skin of your shoulder, he wants to devour you almost.

Erling’s pants are discarded at this point, your underwear now lying somewhere in the dark of your living room, you’ll see it in the morning, probably.

  Erling groans in you ear, “Just like that.” Your legs are tense, slowly lowering yourself on the man under you. He’s soothing your sides as you lower yourself. With all your grit, you bottom out the rest of his size, breathing through your teeth and whimpering. “Such a good girl.”

He sees the expression on your face, brows knitted like you’re struggling to even breathe. He helps you raise your hips halfway off his cock, you blow a breath before sliding back down, a moan slips from your throat and Erling groans at the sight of your cunt swallowing him. It’s slow at first until you find your rhythm, rising and taking his cock in you over and over again until your legs feel like giving out. “Erling, I need– mmnh– help.”

You’re slowing down and Erling rushes to take over on your behalf. The change in pace is instant considering the difference in your stamina, Erling obviously being the one more fit. He’s barreling into you from under, it leaves you breathless for a second until you’re moaning loudly and holding onto him. You want to say something, tell him how good he’s making you feel but any sound you make turns into a moan or a whimper. He’s more vocal now, more breathy. You reach for his face till you finally meet in a kiss, it’s sloppy and foiled, moaning into each other’s mouths.

His fingers drag higher up the side of your waist then he pushes it forward to meet his hips. The angle is new but it sets something in you. Your cry out into his lips and break the kiss, your nails dragging from his hair to his back. There’s a shadow on your abdomen with a slight bulge, it sends his ego completely through the roof. His hips buck into you much faster, you feel his hand drag from your side to your navel, than lower–flat against where the pudge on your tummy ends and presses down. You shudder, knees trying to close on his lap but his legs are spreading you open. He’s rolling his hips into you, he wants it deeper. Your palms lay flatly on his chest as a sign of surrender, you’re whispering praises into the air when he starts fucking you faster. The couch had probably been ruined with how wet you were, he could hear it from how loud your skin slapped against each other. You meet him for another kiss, “I need to cum, Please.”

“Just a little longer, love.” He begs, equally as lost as you. The pet name doesn’t slip your ears. “You’ve been so good for me, just a little longer, yeah?” His words are hot and breathy on your ear, chasing for his own release as his hips grow even more erratic. You underestimated his stamina completely. You feel like a ragdoll, but to Erling it’s erotic the way you just let him do anything to you when you’re fucked out, holding onto for dear life.

You know he’s about to cum when he’s groaning even more in your ear, hips bucking deeper and faster. You’re already overstimulated holding in your release, your tears spill on the corner of your eye. You’re aching at this point, mewl in the air. “Cum in me, Erling. Please– Let me, I wanna cum… I wanna cum too.” Meeting his hips this time, you’re both getting more and more impatient, his nails digging into the flesh of your ass.

“Fuck–” He catches your lips as you cry, bringing you to your orgasm, finally. You spasm on top of him , gasping shakily when he spills inside of you, feeling more full than ever, his cock still sliding in and out of you until you both ride out your highs.

You flail on top of him, tired and used up. You both were. His hands are running up and down your back soothingly, you don’t even question it. You lay with your ear on his chest, his heart beating faster now that it's more intimate, a part you wishes he’d known yours is doing the same.

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The next morning your legs feel empty when you’re trying to get up from your bed. Erling brought you there after cleaning you up but you’d still felt messy in the morning. Nervously, you turn to see if he was still there. Warmth washes over you when you’re met with his blonde hair and his bare back. Knowing he’s asleep, you try your best to leave him quietly but he feels the dip of the bed when you swing your legs out of the covers. His eyes pry open, you don’t miss the quirk of his lips. Good morning, he says. You’re blushing just looking at him and you don’t know why.

He follows you to the shower, you tell him you’re sore so he opts for just making out with you. He can’t keep his hands off you anymore after that, always chasing to grab your hand if you’re about to leave his side.

You cook breakfast, he helps you clean up, you have sex. His hands are greedy and everywhere, making up for lost time. You’re back to your bed, laying on his chest with your body between his legs, his fingers running up and down your arm. When his hand reaches yours he lifts it to himself and gives you a kiss on your knuckles. You’ve seen each other naked but it’s these things that make you blush.

  “Come to my next game.” He says, out of nowhere. It’s silent aside from both your heavy breathing but you���re also taken aback.

“What..? like in public?” Your eyes flutter up at him, watching as he stays fixed gazing on the ceiling.

“Well yeah- unless you don’t... If you don’t want to, it's fine.” There’s a surge of worry that takes over his eyes. You adjust in your place to meet his eyes, this is probably the only time you’ll ever be taller than him, you think to yourself.

  Now you’re straddling him, he can’t help but look your way. “You want me to go?” Again, you’re surprised trying to see if he was sure of himself.

“That’s why I’m asking, you arse.” In turn he pinches your bum weakly, you squeal and smack his chest, he laughs in turn.

“You’re all about admitting to things lately, I’m enjoying it.” Erling rolls his eyes when you present him with a cheeky grin.

“Sometimes I get cocky, I have to humble myself more often.” You’re staring again–you do it a lot, but only for him.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, “I love you too,” You admit. He didn’t expect you’d say it back, he said it yesterday because it’s how he felt but it catches him off guard. He’s about to say it too when you meet his lips with a sweet kiss. It’s you and him, always is, always was.

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a/n: THE RENT IS LONG DUE. Here's part 2. I really wanted to do it justice considering how long everyone who's waiting has waited and how you all enjoyed it so much. I'll be back writing and feel free to send requests. I READ EVERY ANON. The other requests I've received but couldn't get to in time, I decided to incorporate the elements they wanted into the story. Again, Thank you if you waited, and if you didn't READ IT. It's for you, obviously. The people who's been sending their best wishes in my asks you have been my no.1 motivation to finishing this. I often think about all of you, love you lots! taglist: @urmotheris @o0itsjustme0o @fictional-l0v3r @erling9haaland @erlscity @l3t-it-out @youknowyoulovemeb @sailurmewn

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[fallinforerling]

*ੈ✩‧₊ ERLING'S MASTERLIST

: ̗̀➛ ERLING'S TAGLIST

: ̗̀➛ MASTERLIST

stories including (*) has +18 content.

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ MINI SERIES ੈ♡˳

ೃ⁀➷ HAVE YOU MET BEFORE? - Meeting Alfie was a nice coincidence, especially because he wasn't just your friend, but also the person who recommended your bakery to Erling. But now you wonder… Are they related in any way?

: ̗̀➛ chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ONE SHOTS ੈ♡˳

ೃ⁀➷ CASUAL - While you’re enjoying a casual situationship with a wonderful guy, accepting that at the end of the day you’re just friends, people around you insist in the fact that you’re both in love with each other. But that’s nonsense, Erling isn’t in love with you… Right?

ೃ⁀➷ THE SHIRT DILEMMA - How does one end up getting exposed on your feelings and also set up on a date? Not even you know.

ೃ⁀➷ WHEN WE WERE 18 - The beautiful and long timeline of your relationship with Erling.

ೃ⁀➷ IN AND OUT * - What's the worst that could happen after you accept and invitation from Erling?

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ IMAGINES ੈ♡˳

ೃ⁀➷ THE WINNER * - Just the perfect way to celebrate your boyfriend's several victories.

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ BLURBS ੈ♡˳

ೃ⁀➷ I LOVE YOUR... - Your boyfriend just LOVES your boobs. A lot. And it's not even sexual anymore.

ೃ⁀➷ THE STATUS - You both didn't seemed to understand what the actual status of your relationship was until Erling encountered something that made him fear the worst.

ೃ⁀➷ HYPOTHETICAL SCENARIO - Babysitting his little sisters has him wondering about all these amazing possibilities.

ೃ⁀➷ SECOND THOUGHTS - You were having second thoughts about how your dress looked, but as always, Erling comes to fix that.

ೃ⁀➷ BLURRY BOY - He's right... You can't handle alcohol at all.

ೃ⁀➷ HEART RUSH - Just a beautiful request for my Champions League special.

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ DRABBLES ੈ♡˳

ೃ⁀➷ YOU & I - Just another cozy night with the best boyfriend ever.

ೃ⁀➷ THE PINTEREST BOARD - It starts as a joke and ends up with a very offended boyfriend.

ೃ⁀➷ BIG BABY - There is no one more spoiled than your boyfriend when he's sick.

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ೃ⁀➷ FLUFF ALPHABET

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[holygrailimagines]

After Fight

Summary: Erling and Reader get into a small fight which then turns into some filthy smut. Slight angst in the beginning, SMUT! 

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“What the hell is this?” Erling asks, walking into your bedroom with disbelief and shock written all over his face. You looked up from your phone and were greeted with a shirtless Erling holding up his Manchester City jersey, only it was about three times smaller than usual. Your eyes widened as you placed a hand over your mouth. 

“Oh, my goodness!” You let out, standing up to inspect the jersey. Erling lets go of the jersey, letting it puddle to the floor as his large hand runs down his face in frustration. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, finding humor in the thought of Erling sporting a cropped version of Man City’s uniform. 

“You think this is funny?” Erling snaps at you, taking you by surprise. You thought Erling would have been laughing with you. You shrug in response, “a little,” you admit, a small smile forming on your lips. He scoffs at you, bending down and snatching the jersey off the floor. He looks at you with stern eyes, anger visible in his blue orbs. 

“I'm gonna be late for practice and it’s all your fault.” He states accusingly, your smile falters as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“What are you- my fault?” You couldn’t even choose what sentence to respond with, anger bubbling in your blood. 

“Yes, you're a grown woman. You should know how to do laundry by now.” He shakes his head in disapproval, walking right past you and into your shared closet. You stood there, dumbfounded by his words. You feel yourself go red, chest heaving rapidly, eyes scanning the now empty space in front of you. You follow him angrily into the closet, your arms folded over your chest. Erling doesn’t even acknowledge you as he searches the racks of clothing for a spare jersey. 

“If that’s how you feel, then maybe you should do your own laundry.” You respond fiercely. You glared up at his side profile, waiting for his response or a change of heart. 

“You know what?” He turns to you, and suddenly you remember how tall he was compared to you. You take a small step back, your confidence fading and the anger in your eyes momentarily flickered with fear. “I will.” He states, turning his attention back to the racks. You open your mouth to respond but before you can, you hear him mutter something under his breath. 

“You never know how to do anything right anyway.” 

You clenched your jaw, your eyes stinging with tears. Erling, noticing your lack of response, turns to you. If it weren’t for your blurred version, you would have seen his hardened expression soften, guilt and regret replacing every trace of anger. You try blinking away your tears, only for a few to squeeze out. Erling reaches for your face, wanting to stroke them off your soft cheeks. You quickly back away, wiping your own tears before turning and leaving him in the closet. He’s quick to follow you, turning you by your shoulder and engulfing you in a tight hug. Your cheek and arms are pressed tightly against his bare chest, tears flowing freely from your eyes. 

“I’m so sorry my love,” he whispers, his Norwegian accent thicker than usual, “I should have never said that.” You let him hold you like this for some time, relaxing into his warm embrace. His large hand gently holds your chin, turning your head so he could see your face. You look up at him through tear-soaked lashes, eyes full of sadness. Erling literally felt his heart shatter, angry with himself for making you feel like this. 

“Please, what can I do for you to forgive me?” He asks, his soft gaze searching your eyes for some sign of forgiveness. You bite your lip, the question making you feel things you shouldn’t. You snake your arms around his neck, bringing the side of his head to your level while getting on your tippy toes. 

“Fuck me.” You whisper in his ear. With only two words, Erling could already feel his cock twitching with excitement. He quickly turns to meet your gaze, wondering whether you were serious or not. He knew you weren’t joking when your eyes, once full of sorrow, were now clouded with lust. Just like that, he forgets all about practice. He places a large hand on your throat, gently pushing you backwards and onto the bed. You sit down on the edge, still looking up at him teasingly and pretending you didn’t notice his raging bulge. He looks down at you with hungry eyes, already feeling the pleasure of your lips wrapped around his dick. He quickly slides down his white shorts and boxers, his monster cock springing free. He hisses as the cold air embraces his throbbing shaft. He grips it firmly, his tip already leaking. Before he can tap his tip against your lips, you put a finger up. 

“No,” you say sternly, catching Erling by surprise, “I said. Fuck. Me.” You remind him. He smirks, slowly undressing you himself. Now completely nude, you lean back on your elbows and bring your knees up before spreading them wide. Erling swallows hard at the sight, your pussy glistening and begging to be fucked by his cock. He crawls on top of you, his lips smashing into yours. It’s sloppy but passionate, your core heating up at the smacking noises. He trails his kisses from your lips to your jaw, then your neck, down the valley of your breast and finally dangerously close to your aching cunt. You watch as he dived down, his tongue plunging into you. You let out a loud moan, your hands gripping his hair tightly. You were so glad he didn’t have it up. He grunts against your pussy with each tug, the sensation sending you further into pleasure. 

“Oh, Erling. Just like that.” You praise him. Your hips jolting with each swirl of his tongue. He reaches a hand up, gripping your breast tightly. His thumb caresses your sensitive nipple. You gasp, overwhelmed by all this gratification. 

“I’m gonna come.” You let out through high pitched moans. He doesn’t even flinch, adding two thick fingers inside you and pumping them rapidly. That’s all you need as the knot in your stomach comes undone. Moans and whines escape your lips as you lose complete control of your body, shivers running up and down your spine. Erling roughly pumped himself at the sight of your orgasm, proud of what he’d done to you. 

Before you could properly recover, Erling stands at the edge of the bed and pulls you toward him, stuffing every inch of his manhood into your raw cunt. It hurt so good. You moan loudly, your tight pussy violently clenching around his girth. He lets out a grunt, your walls feeling slicker and warmer than ever before. He grips your thighs as your legs are up against his chest. With more access to your core, his thrusts became rougher and animalistic. He looks down, watching as he pulls all the way out before slamming back in. All you can do is moan, looking up at him with droopy eyes. His eyes focus on your tits, watching as they jolt with every thrust. He reaches down and slaps one of them, leaving an instant red handprint. You gasp in response, head thrown back against the bed as you grip the sheets beneath you. Sweat begins to build up on Erling’s forehead, soaking the roots of his blonde hair. He reaches down again, only this time placing his large hand around your neck. He applies a tiny amount of pressure which is enough to send you into overdrive. Your walls clench around him even tighter, earning a groan from the giant man above you. You could feel your second orgasm creeping up inside you. 

“Erling,” you struggled to let out.

“I know baby, I know.” He says, his hands tightly grip your waist as he jackhammers into you. He grunts and groans, his cock twitching and pulsating against your walls. He’s balls deep now, struggling to keep up with his previous brutal pace.

“Let go, my love.” He whispers in Norwegian and that’s all you need. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your second orgasm rocks your entire body. Erling thrusts a few more times before you hear him moan your name, his load warming your insides. His limp cock slips out and you whimper at the feeling. Erling collapses beside you, trying to catch his breath. He places his calloused hand on top of yours, his fingers interlacing with yours.

“Do you forgive me?” Erling asks sincerely. You smile, nodding in response. 

“Well, I guess it is my fault you're late to practice now.” You joke, glancing at the clock on the wall. Erling smiles, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. You're too spent to even move, opting to stay in bed naked for a bit longer. After some time, he gets up and slides his boxers on before heading back into the closet. 

“I think this would look so hot on you.” You look up to see Erling holding up the shrunken jersey.  

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[yourgirlcassy]

I miss the imagines about erling :(

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[nosugarallspice]

Hey I have an idea for a story :) could u do a Erling Haaland smut, where he is kind of shy and careful to touch y/n‘s body, because how small and sensitive she is compared to him?

Sure! // I hope you like it <3

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 385

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“Is this okay?” Erling asked as he hovered over you. Both of his arms resting on the sides of your head to help support himself.

“Perfect.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss him, your hands snuck up his back, pulling him down against you.”

“Y/n.” Erling warned, looking at you.

“Don’t worry,“ you whispered, cupping his face in your hands and leaning up “you won’t break me.” You giggled before kissing him, again.

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“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Erling moaned, his massive hands grabbing onto your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you.

He remembered to be gentle, taking his time with you, easing you into things. It took a few minutes for you to adjust to him but once you were comfortable, he wouldn’t let go, he was going to ruin you, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

He towered over you completely, compared to him, you were extremely tiny, but the size difference was everything to you.

“You like this, don’t you?” He murmurs, his arm extending and gripping the headboard, driving deeper and harder into you.

“Yes.” You moan, staring up at him, your tiny hands resting on his lower back, digging deep.

Erling’s eyes watched, completely mesmerized by you, by the way your tits bounced with each thrust, the way your eyes flutter shut and your lips part as you moan.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Erling whispers, his face buried in the crook of your neck, continuing to rock his hips against yours. His hand slid down your leg, pushing it against him.

“Yeah?” You moan, arching your back, pushing your bare chest against his. Your hand now tangled in his hair tugging gently. You could feel him nodding against your skin.

“Been wanting to have you like this, for a while now.” Erling moans as his cock goes deeper inside you, the tip brushing against your sweet spot.

“Erling.” You whimper, your cunt squeezing him.

His hips began to move faster, slamming against you. The headboard slightly hitting against the wall. “I know, love.” He kisses your shoulder, rutting into you as his release approaches.

Your moans became more consistent as your orgasm took over, tightening your grip on him as you cried out his name.

Erling followed along, releasing his load deep inside you.

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[damiansgoodgirll]

princess treatment erling Haaland headcanons

my favorite viking is back!

erling haaland x reader

princess treatment

he would spoil you

and when i say spoil you, i mean spoil you

he would bring you breakfast in bed every single morning he was at home

he would buy you flowers

he would cook dinner for you, knowing how much you love his cooking

he would massage your shoulders if he knew you had a bad day

he would gently stroke your hair before you fall asleep

he loves holding you while you sleep

he usually would be the big spoon, your head over his chest or in the crook of his neck, his hands around your waist keeping you close to him

he loves giving you soft kisses before you fall asleep

he loves waking up first and watching you sleep, he always said that you looked like an angel

when there’s some football event, he makes sure to bring you with him

he loves having you by his side, he loves the way you support him

you’re always at his matches wearing his jersey

and for thanking you for being there, he usually gets some chocolate from the store, knowing how much you love chocolate and candies

you would have a date every time he was at home

it didn’t matter if you would go out for dinner or if you cooked something at home, just staying together was enough for you

he always lets you pick a movie to watch

he’s not a huge rom-com fan but he doesn’t care what you’re watching if you are together, he would just hold you when your sat on the couch and would watch the movie with you

as i said before, he loves spoiling you

there are times where he bought you a very expensive necklace and you didn’t know what to say

you definitely weren’t expecting that

but now you would wear that necklace everytime there was an important event, showing to erling how much you loved the gift

and he would look at you with dreamy eyes, because for him, you were the best thing that has ever walked on earth

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[applejuicefruit]

Using safeword duruing sex with Erling Haaland

This was a bit challenging to write haha I hope you like it!!

Erling Haaland x reader

Safeword

The moment the word escaped your lips everything stopped. You’ve never used your safeword with Erling before so he was both shocked and terrified when he heard that word. Erling knows he can be a lot, he’s always gentle and careful with you, never forcing you to anything you don’t want to do. He always prioritise your pleasure over his.

At the beginning of the relationship you both agreed of having a safeword in case anything happened but in more than a year you’ve never used it. He wasn’t being rough but it was getting all too much for you. You already came three times and he was looking forward to make you come a fourth time. It got to the point where the pleasure became pain and you couldn’t handle it. So you used your safeword, wanting everything to stop.

He immediately pulled out of you and cursed himself when you whimpered at the sensation of him pulling out, clearly a sign that your body was aching and hurting.

“Princess can you look at me?” he asked you when he saw your face and your eyes both shut. You slowly opened your eyes letting a few tears fall. His heart broke at the sight of you, being so scared and vulnerable.

“I’m so sorry…” you sobbed not being able to look at him

“No no…baby it’s okay, you did so good I’m so proud of you for using the safeword…” he said gently wiping your tears away “can you tell me what’s wrong please? Did I hurt you?” he begged you

“No…it was-it was too much…I wasn’t feeling pleasure anymore and everything started to ache…I’m sorry Erling” you explained not being able to stop crying

“Shh it’s okay baby, there’s nothing to be sorry about okay? You did so good honey” he comforted you “would you like to take a bath?” he asked and you nodded.

He left, going to the bathroom to prepare the bathtub and filling it with your favorites shampoos and perfumes. He came a few minutes later, while you calmed down and stopped crying. He picked you up and gently set you in the bathtub, him not joining you, scared you maybe didn’t want him.

“You can join to baby…” you said taking his hand and led him into the bathtub. He positioned himself behind you and began to clean your body. He gently massaged your back and your shoulders, cleaning your breast and going down to clean between your things. He stopped but you said he could go forward. You hissed a bit when his hands touched you there, still sensitive from the moment before.

“I’m sorry” he said when he saw you hissing

“It’s fine…I’m just a little bit sensitive” you explained and he nodded. You spent more than ten minutes in the bath, comforting each others and you eventually falling asleep in his arms.

The water turned cold so Erling gently picked you up and put you in his clothes, letting you rest on the bed while he got ready too. He came next to you and saw you slightly awake.

“I didn’t want to hurt you…” he said, his arms around your body and your head on his chest

“I know Erling…it wasn’t you, I just got a little bit overwhelmed…” you said looking at him with tired eyes

“I know but still-“ he tried to speak but you stopped him, knowing he was feeling guilty

“You didn’t hurt me Erling…you took care of me when I needed it the most, I love you so much baby, don’t bring yourself down please” you told him and he nodded.

He gently stroke your hair while you were falling asleep again, him following you a couple of minutes after.

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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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Feeling Down | Erling Haaland

you feeling down and you dont want Erling to see but you live together

Warnings: sad feelings, slight bit of angst 

Note: according to my Google Translate (as my main Norwegian pal is no longer on here) Kjære = sweetheart

A/N: dedicated to the @horny-haaland-hoes

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Erling was up and ready before you were, leaving the house before you’d even left the bed, so waking up alone didn’t help your mood. It was one of those days where you knew nothing was going to go right the moment you woke up, but you were hoping it was going to get better. 

Of course it didn’t, though.

The rain in Manchester only made it worse, heightening your sad mood as you started your morning. You were glad you didn’t have to work today, but that seemed to put you at a disadvantage. Now, you had to figure out what to do with your day, except nothing sounded appealing. 

Erling found you laying on the sofa, a movie on the tv that you weren’t paying attention to. He immediately knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what. 

“Hello,” he said softly, taking a seat next to your head and stroking your hair.

“Hey,” you replied listlessly, not even looking up from your phone to acknowledge him.

“How was your day?”

You made a noncommittal noise in the back of your throat, sighing as you shut off your phone and rubbed your eyes, the movie still playing in the background. “Don’t wanna talk about it. How was training?”

“It was good. Missed you, though.” Erling gave you a big toothy grin as he nudged you, trying to elicit a smile or some sort of emotion from you. “Can I have a kiss?”

You sat up and gave him a quick brush of your lips over his before getting up and going to the kitchen in search of snacks, Erling following closely behind. He watched as you searched the cupboards and found nothing, migrating over to the refrigerator to open it and look inside.

“Talk to me…please?”

You shut the refrigerator door, tears pricking your eyes and your throat stinging as you tried not to cry. Without a word, you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest as you let out a sniffle. “I don’t know what to say. I’m in a bad mood and I don’t know how to get out of it, but I don’t want to drag you down into it with me.”

“Kjære,” he murmured, taking your face in his hands, “let me help.”

It took a moment but you were able to open up, spilling everything about how awful your day had started and how nothing seemed to be going right and how bored you were, and by the time you were finished, you were in tears that you hadn’t wanted to shed.

Erling didn’t say anything as you told him everything, a strong, tall presence that grounded you in a way you hadn’t anticipated. He held you close to him, making you feel safe and loved as you opened up.

“Why don’t you go put on another movie and grab a blanket, and I’ll order in, okay?” Erling pressed a kiss to the top of your head and then your lips, enveloping you in the perfect hug. 

Half an hour later, you were snuggled into Erling’s side, the two of you sharing food as your favorite movie played. 

“Feeling better?” He asked when the movie was over and you were half-asleep and ready for bed.

“Much better,” you sighed as he tucked you into bed and pulled you close to him. “Thank you, Erling.”

“Anything for you, Kjære.”

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