Pairing: Erling Haaland x reader
Summary: You are a medical student who meets Erling at your first ever visit to a hospital, you both become increasingly obsessed with each other until he breaks into your house and films a video in your room
Tw: Nsfw, explicit sexual content, barking, stalking, breaking into someone's house, medical topics, medical stress, online stalking.
You were an absolutely terrified second-year medical student making your first medical interview of your life. You were stressed, scared, sweaty, and fucking scared you were in the emergency department under the supervision of the head chief of the teaching department, and the moment came, the moment you were dreading with your life: meeting your first patient ever and conducting your own medical chart.
It didn’t help that when the doctor assigned you to your patient, it was a tall and broad man, a blonde man who looked like an actual giant, a gigantic man.
-“Fuck”- I whispered, getting the attention of my best friend next to me.
-“He’s so blonde”- she said back -“Good luck”-
As they left me with the man, I was absolutely terrified. I was so tense I felt my fingers start to hurt from the pressure I was putting on them.
-“Good day, I am a medical student. May I ask you some questions that will go into your expedient?”- I said in the calmest tone I could mutter, yet I could feel the tremor in my throat and in my hands.
-“Hello, yes”- he said with a thick accent.
-“Alright, first question: what’s your name, sir?”-
-“Erling, Erling Braut Haaland”- oh, like, this guy? Do I know him?
-“When and where were you born?”-
I kept doing my interview, getting more and more tense because not only was this Nordic guy so, so hot, but he also had this thick accent, studied sports, and went to the same college as me.
I finished my interview with him and went off with my day without thinking too hard about seeing him again. After all, I had a thousand things on my mind, like Pathology. Fucking Pathology. I was on death row on my way to falling flat on my face. I studied day and night, and yet every time I entered that classroom, I felt I was the dumbest person in there. Thank fuck everyone else felt exactly like me. Then Pharmacology what the fuck were we even seeing in that class? I almost lost my attendance the other day because I went with my classmates to get some coffee. I need my coffee. I've been sleeping so little I fall asleep everywhere.
My classes, my exams, my doctors everything made me so stressed out I barely had time to see my own thoughts.
Until I saw him again, and again, and again: in my dreams and on social media. He had a big following, the same big blonde man playing soccer, and I started to slowly obsess. This man wasn't precisely handsome; he wasn't cute or pretty. He had a charisma, a sort of perfect way to be a man. I desired him in a way I couldn't understand. At the end of the day, who cared if I commented on every single one of his posts or if I religiously stalked his page? He had no idea I was that student who talked to him the day he went to the hospital. I was just a zero and a number for him. Nothing in the sea of thirsty comments and fans.
He became my emotional support while I went through one of the worst moments of my life. I failed the first Pathology exam, then my Pharmacology exam, and then I was in front of the last exams of the semester and I was so deathly afraid. He was what I thought about, what I obsessed over, what kept me from falling insane in the little sanity that remained in me after the lack of sleep, the addiction to coffee, and the incessant and constant pressure from school.
The months passed, and so did I. I passed all my classes with sweat, tears, and help from my friends. Whoever said friendship wasn't magic was an absolute idiot friendship was fucking awesome. My girl Nina's boyfriend was in the sports faculty, so that meant that every Thursday at 3 PM we could go see him together. Nina knew about my deadly obsession for the guy. She was a great friend because not only did she never judge me for being a total crazy stalker nor for wanting to be in his presence the whole day, but rather she helped me get through him. That was it, right? A nice eye snack. My friend was simply helping me stay motivated to be the best doctor I could be in the future, and if I needed a 6'5" Viking to do it, so be it.
Med is hard enough without friends who judge you for your weird crushes.
And then I lost focus on him. I lost focus because my life started sounding less like a workout-and-study montage with cool music and a friendship-is-magic theme, and more like what happens before the killer is about to attack in a horror movie or a true crime podcast.
It started simple. I was at the hospital, furiously trying to memorize the lab studies because the doctor had just berated us and put us all to shame. She said she was going to give us an exam in an hour and we better know all the material by then. Fucking god.
I opened my phone while I stood by the door, hiding in the bathroom to watch my Nordic crush. It was lame, sure, but try to scroll through Instagram leaving thirsty comments while you're in a room with frenetic students trying to learn in 15 minutes what would normally take you hours.
-”Oh wow, that looks exactly like my room. He's mine, girls, back out”- I commented on his last post. It was posted 15 minutes ago.
I looked closer. Oh fuck, he even has my Beatles posters in the back. I mean, it's stupid, but that's scarily accurate in my room. He always posts dumb stuff or sports things, but why would he post from a pink room full of girl things? My things.
I was going absolutely insane.
Or so I thought, until I came back to my house and I saw a black rose waiting for me in my bed. What in the actual fuck? This can't I mean, he can't possibly have broken into my house, could he? I couldn't call the police; I lived with my parents. How do you explain to your parents that you think the random guy you follow on social media, who is kinda close to your friend's boyfriend, broke into your house, filmed a video in your bed, and then left you a rose?
I wasn't even scared. I was hot. Everything was hot. I oh gosh, could he actually have done this? A sick part of me hoped he did, and an even sicker part of me was really, really turned on by the idea that he was here, sitting in my bed.
-”Right, like what do I tell him? 'Hey, this is going to sound absolutely insane, but did you break into my house and film your last post in my bed?' Sure, he'll probably think I'm just a crazy person”- I said out loud. My phone lit up with a notification from Instagram: a new message from a contact I'd never texted.
-”So what if I did?”- his account. He messaged me from his actual account. How did he hear me? Did he put a fucking camera in my room?
-”Did you put a camera in my room?”- I said out loud.
-”I might have done it. Hello there”- oh fuck, he was spying on me.
-”When I saw you that day at the hospital, I just knew you had to be mine”- oh fuck, now I was turned on.
-”Can you tell me where the camera is? I need to turn it off to change.”-
-”Only if you promise you turn it on again”- I scoffed at the text. Fuck.
-”I promise”- this guy, the audacity.
-”See the light on your mirror”- There I saw it, taped to my dressing table. As soon as I shut it off, I pathetically launched myself to my closet, putting on my tiniest skirt and taking off my shirt. I closed my eyes, sniffing my pillows and my sheets. This smelled all like him. I moaned while I slid my hand from my chest, my skirt, into my panties, while my other hand traveled to my nipples.
-”Did you change already? I miss you”- he texted.
I put my computer in front of me while I recorded myself getting rid of my bra and letting my hair loose. I pressed private send. I didn't hear an immediate response. I rubbed away my brain and focused on imagining his big, strong hands on my hips. I heard a sound by my window, and there he was: Erling Haaland, the guy I was absolutely obsessed with, at my window. He ran out of his house in god knows where to come here and see me braless with a pink miniskirt on.
I ran to the window, letting him in.
-”Erling”- He looked at me with those hungry eyes, an expression full of desire and animalistic passion so intense I felt totally naked even if my nipples were the only thing actually exposed.
-”I have controlled myself. I tried not to be obsessed. I am obsessed with you, and I need to touch you, please”- he begged, getting closer and closer to my face.
-”I am not, I don't want to be some sort of sex doll for you, Haaland”- Oh, I absolutely want to, though.
-”I have been in a crush with you. The day at the hospital, it clicked. And I see you, I look at your comments, I try to talk to you but I'm I'm not I start to get very, very nervous when you are here with me”- he got on his knees and hugged my legs, pressing his face against my skirt -”I want to be yours”-
I grabbed his hands on my legs and kneeled with him.
-”What made you not dare to speak to me more? I mean, we're not strangers we see each other at the faculty.”-
-”When I think of our talks, it's very nice, and I want you, but I want you tied to my bed while I make you moan and cry with pain and pleasure. I'm just scared I like you too much”- He was absolutely red. I knew that feeling he was describing being absolutely obsessed with someone you know.
-”I can we?”- I said while I kissed him, wrapping my hands in his hair, and he picked me up with such ease it made me feel as light as a feather. He was hard and big against my core. We rubbed on each other like desperate dogs in heat.
-”I like it really rough. I'm afraid I'll hurt you”- he said with those big blue eyes, kissing me again. I put my hands together above my head.
-”Tie me up, then. I'm yours tonight”- He smiled a wicked and joyful smile.
-”Safe word make a safe word. Tomato”- I nodded while he put my hands together with a tie he found scattered in my room, and he pinched my nipples, licking them, and spread my legs, tying them and my arms to the sides of the bed, taking his big, massive, throbbing member out of his pants and shoving it in my mouth, fucking it until he shoved it out and started to kiss my body and my mouth.
-”I need you. I am your biggest fan, and you are mine”- he praised while he shoved his fingers inside of me, using just my embarrassing wetness as lube -”You are mine, you are mine”- he whispered into my tits while his fingers kept going and going inside me, driving me insane -”Beg me to fuck you”- he ordered.
-”Please”- I moaned while he smiled playfully and started heading towards my core, moving my underwear to the side and licking my folds, shoving his fingers inside of me, making me moan even harder.
-”Bark”- he looked serious. Was he actually going to make me bark for it? -”You want this inside? Bark”- he choked me as he licked my tits all over again. I started mindlessly barking as he put a condom on and started pounding inside of me. He came, and I barked more as he slurped my insides and made me come over and over again, touching me, slapping me, caressing me.
As I fell asleep in his arms, tomorrow was going to be fucking awesome.
