NEW ARRIVALS, erling haaland
˖ ୨୧ chapter one, hard mistakes
⸝⸝ ✉️ ݁ ˖ .. ( synopsis! ) having a one night stand with a footballer was always going to be a bad idea, what happens when you have to take responsibility for his actions. . .
authors note: first chapter to this, very excited to continue this!! this is an 18+ series so please go and check the warnings, linked here. hopefully chapter two will be out soon but no promises. not all of there conversations will be in norwegian by the way! x
moving to manchester had always been the plan.
back home in norway, you’d graduated with a degree in interior design, packed your life into two suitcases and boarded a one way flight, convinced that bigger cities meant bigger opportunities.
you imagined yourself sketching floor plans in an office, between client meetings and finally doing what you’d spent years studying for.
reality had been different.
interview after interview ended with the same polite smile and the same disappointing email.
some employers questioned whether your english was good enough the second they heard your norwegian accent.
others simply told you they were looking for someone with “more experience.”
the few positions you did manage to apply for were already gone before you even had the chance to prove yourself.
bills didn’t wait for dream jobs.
so, three months after arriving in manchester, you’d traded fabric samples for a black apron, a notepad and twelve hour shifts as a waitress.
it wasn’t where you thought you’d be, but it paid the rent, and until someone finally gave you a chance, it would have to do.
and that’s how you ended up here.
the dinner rush was always the busiest part of your shift.
tables filled almost as quickly as they were cleared, the sound of cutlery clinking against plates blending with quiet conversations from every corner of the restaurant.
by the time you’d finished taking one table’s order, another was already waiting for their drinks. it was draining.
“table twelve,” your manager called from across the room.
you nodded, grabbing three menus before making your way over.
“good evening,” you smiled, placing a menu in front of each guest. “can i get you something to drink while you have a look at out menu?”
the three men thanked you, all speaking english between themselves as they glanced over the menus.
you scribbled their drink orders onto your notepad before offering them one last smile.
“i’ll be right back with those.”
it wasn’t until you returned a few minutes later that you noticed one of them watching you a little more closely than before.
you set the drinks down one by one before pulling your notepad back out.
before either of the other men could answer, the big blonde man looked up at you.
“du er norsk?”. ( you are norwegian? )
the question caught you completely off guard, hearing your native language again was amazing.
without thinking, you answered him again in norwegian. “hvordan visste du det?”. ( how did you know that? )
a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“det er åpenbart, kjære.”. ( it’s obvious, love )
for the first time all evening, you laughed.
one of the men beside him glanced between the two of you, clearly lost as the conversation continued in a language he couldn’t understand.
you smiled apologetically before switching back to english.
“right,” you smiled, pen poised over your notepad. “what can i get for you?”
before you had the chance to take another table, your manager’s voice cut through the restaurant.
“behind the bar, please. we’re getting slammed.”
you gave a quick nod, tucking your notepad into the pocket of your apron before weaving through the crowded restaurant.
the next few minutes were a blur.
pouring pints, making cocktails, topping up wine glasses, handing receipts across the counter.
every time you looked up, there seemed to be another customer waiting. you missed home.
you hardly noticed five minutes passing.
someone slid onto the stool opposite you “you’re busy.”
you looked up from the gin and tonic you were pouring, a smile slipping onto your face before you could stop it.
another order appeared on the screen. you sighed dramatically.
he rested his forearms against the bar, watching as you reached for another glass.
“how long have you been here?”
“i’m trying to. det er vanskelig å like det.”, you mumbled the last part under your breathe, not wanting to bring down the mood. ( it’s hard to like it ).
“that’s not exactly a yes, kjære”, ( love ).
“it’s hard starting over somewhere you don’t know anyone.”
he understood that feeling more than most.
another customer approached the bar, asking for two lagers.
“one moment,” you smiled apologetically.
he watched patiently while you pulled the drinks, you thanked the customer and finally turned back to him.
“see?” you said. “travel.”. ( busy )
“svært travelt.”. ( very busy ).
there was a brief silence before he reached into his pocket.
“i should probably let you get back to work.”
you gave him a small smile.
he picked up a napkin from the counter, borrowed the pen on the bar and scribbled something down, then placed it back exactly where he’d found it.
sliding the folded napkin towards you, he stood from the bar stool.
“in case you ever want some norweign back in your life.”, he chuckled.
you looked down at the napkin before looking back up at him.
“i don’t know your name, fremmed.”. ( stranger )
you unfolded the napkin just enough to see a phone number written neatly across the middle.
“don’t keep me waiting too long.”
with one last smile, he turned and walked back towards his friends, leaving you staring down at the napkin in your hands for a second longer than you probably should have before your manager called your name from the other end of the bar.
“reader!, less daydreaming, more pouring.”
erling’s gaze lingered on you, his thumb brushed absentmindedly across your knuckles before he slowly lifted it to your cheek, his touch so gentle.
you leaned into his palm without thinking, your eyes never leaving his, and the corner of his mouth curved into the smallest smile.
there wasn’t a single ounce of hesitation as he closed the space between you, his lips meeting yours with a tenderness.
your hands instinctively found the back of his neck, drawing him just a fraction closer as he wrapped an arm around your waist.
your tongues tangles with each other and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the moment.
his hand travels lower, his lips still joined with yours, and slowly grazes your clit over your cotton shorts.
you let out a breathy whimper and can feel erling smirking against you, “lay on the bed, angel”.
your head is too far gone, you nod and lie down, your breathing uneven already.
his hand reaches the waist band of your shorts, and he looks up at you, his eyes heavy, “vil du ha dette?”. ( do you want this ).
you immediately nod, “ja”, ( yes ).
his pulls down your shorts, revealing your black lacy underwear, “fuck”, he places a soft kiss on top of your clit and you clench your thighs around his head, needy.
he moves your thong to the side, your soaked pussy on show.
he moves your legs to over his broad shoulders, more access to your dripping cunt. he spits on your clit before dipping his head between.
his licks a long strip up your slit, his nose brushing your aching bud. you reach down and grab his hair, pulling on his blonde locks.
slowly, he starts sucking your clit, working it. you moan and pull at his hair eagerly. you hadn’t been pleasured like this in a long time.
he bring his hand up, his index finger playfully teasing your weeping hole while still continuing to suck on your nub.
you shuffle closer to him, if that was even possible, aching for more.
you let out a sultry moan as he picks up his pace, he was knuckles deep inside of you, and his tongue is flicking at your swollen clit.
“erling, jeg kommer!”, ( i’m coming ).
he smirks against your folds and continues to work on getting you there. he looks up, seeing your head thrown back.
with the final thrust of his finger, you come around him, your pussy overworked.
before you could even utter a word, erling had removed his digits from inside your slowly pulsating cunt.
the aftershocks left you light-headed and dazed, with a flush that burned through your whole being.
he climbed up your body again, guiding your thighs open with a little nudge of his spare hand as your arms wrapped around his neck immediately like clockwork.
your lips intertwined once more, colliding with every little peck, which turned more intense with each return of your mouths.
you gasped into his mouth, your chest heavy with passion as you continued to make out. erling dared to slip his tongue over your own and you soon accepted the invitation as your kisses became sloppy and mixed with shared spit.
he slowly pulled away and you looked down at his hard cock that was already leaking. it was huge.
“det kommer ikke til å passe”, you shook your hair. ( not gonna fit ).
he smirked and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “we gotta work on your english”.
erling tapped his tip on your clit a few times, relieving the aching sensation that had started again.
carefully, he pushed in. your head threw back and your eyes began to water from the burning pain. he was going to split you. “big stretchhh”, he whispered as he added another inch inside of you.
you relaxed your body, letting him be buried deep. you breathed through your nose, relieving the pain slowly.
“i’m gonna move, kjære”, ( love ).
he pulled out halfway before thrusting back in again. you whimpered softly as he repeated it, over and over.
his big hand came up to grope your tits, pinching your nipples in the process. you moaned and your back arched off the mattress.
“so responsive, such a good girl”, erling grunted as he started slamming into you at an unfair speed.
your eyes widened and you grabbed onto his broad shoulders. tears filled into your eyes as you felt everything build up once again.
you knew he was about to come as he heavily growled in your ear.
his thumb came down to your swollen pearl, pressing onto it, helping you get there. breathy moans slipped out of your plump lips as you felt the knot slowly work in your stomach.
erling thrusted into you, his hips pounding against yours, “fuck, ‘am gonna come”, he said and released his seed in you.
you let out one more throaty moan before you own orgasm took over you.
erling did one more sloppy thrust before collapsing next to you.
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