hi!! I got a req for sub!ant I just don’t know how yall want this done (as I’m not a strong sub!(insert man) writer) so if you could give me some specifics I can try my best xx
first time high — erling haaland summary: it’s your first time and erling is a gentle giant. pairings: erling haaland x virgin!fem!reader warnings: fluff + consensual activities mentioned!! a/n: thank u for the req xx <3 took a lil break from writing/posting about our friendly Viking giant but im back!!
sprawled out on the bed beside your boyfriend, you’re both mindlessly scrolling on your devices. after weeks of being away traveling for football, erling was beyond pleased to have a night off with no commitments to sponsor meetings or trainings.
taking a glance over at him, you watch him for a couple of seconds. he’d been scrolling through his Instagram, occasionally chuckling at videos he’d been tagged in by fans, or finally answering his dms that you filled with reels.
his legs were sprawled wide, the top sheet covered just up to his calves. occasionally, one hand would slip and readjust his shorts lower down his thick thighs. you didn’t have to look hard or even long to know he was big. just his height and his body were enough to keep a woman’s mind occupied with imagination.
most nights, alone, lately you’d found yourself thinking of him. having spent many hours now watching him play football, you watched the baby blue or white shorts ride up him. the white shorts were probably your favorite and were often what left you hot and bothered. there was no need to imagine what was under those white shorts when it was right in front of you for 90 plus minutes.
you’d never felt these types of feelings for any man. ever. not really until erling. you’d never explored further than the imagination and they always seemed to die down, but being up close to to the man who occupied your wild thoughts, your needs seemed to amplify.
erling never pressured you. he knew you’d never gone further than a few hickeys and kisses down your body, so he took your pace. he never seemed upset when you’d stop him from going further, but you always felt awful when he had to run a cold shower.
tossing your phone onto the night stand, you crawled yourself closer to him, practically seated on one thigh.
“hi, baby.” he said looking up from his phone, and tossing it amongst the mess of the sheets. he wrapped his arms around your waist and under your shirt, his hands roaming across your skin.
“I’ve been thinking,” you started, feeling heat prickle across skin. he raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t interject, just lets you get the words out, “what if we did it?”
for a split second his eyes widened. worrying his bottom lip, he thought for a moment, “are you sure?” he asked, anxiety bubbling through him. he didn’t want to mess this up for you, he knew how important your first time was to you, and that you’d been waiting to put your trust in the right man. he was certainly honored you trusted him.
“I am.” you nod. unable to look him directly in the eyes, you focused on the muscular thigh below you. the very ones you’ve been itching to claw and climb. you’d wanted this for awhile now, and there was no better time than now.
grabbing a hold of your chin, he forces you to meet his eyes, “y/n, this is serious. you really want this?”
you nod, words stuck in your throat. carefully, he moved you off of him and laid you down onto the bed, “you can tell me when to stop, and I will.”
nodding, you watch him rise up off the bed and enter his bathroom. he came back shortly with a towel and a condom, “you really want this?”
“erling, I’ve wanted you for the past month now.” you say, finally finding your words. crawling up onto your knees, you move to where he’s stood at the end of the bed, and tug on the hem of his shirt, “take this off.” you demand.
obeying, he removed his shirt revealing the hard years work of football and training to you. it was more than a six pack, and it was even more defined than what you’d seen on television.
practically drooling at the sight of your boyfriend, you hardly notice that erling had removed his shorts, the only thing left before his cock was free was his boxers. you could see how hard he was against the black fabric, you could see just how large he was.
“shirt on or off?” he asked, his hands tugging on your shirt now, you didn’t have much care for the fabric and let erling rip it off you.
“god I’ve dreamt of these.” he mumbles, his index finger tracing the bra line that held your breasts together, and tight. you found the clasp and let them free.
shaking his head in disbelief of how perfect you were, this wasn’t about him. he would have plenty of more times to explore your body, but tonight wasn’t his night for that. it was about you.
laying you down like he did before, he climbed up onto the bed. you watched him with wide eyes. he moved closer, carefully lifting your hips up, he shimmied down your pants and panties in one swift motion.
“you have to tell me if it hurts, okay?” he says, trying to find any worry or discomfort in your eyes, but all he found was lust. you, staring at him with desire and need did things to him that wanted him to think with his cock rather than his brain.
you watched him take out the condom, you eagerly wanted to reach out and pull down his boxers, but you weren’t sure he’d want you taking control. you knew how much erling loved being in charge on the pitch, you were sure things were the same in the bedroom.
pulling down his boxers, his cock stared you down with intimidation. he was much larger than you thought. the little white football shorts didn’t even seem to show half of him to the world. he was huge, and you were now sure he wouldn’t fit.
“relax,” erling said, drawing your attention back to him. he moved closer, his body hovering over yours, “it’ll be just the tip.”
nodding, you jut your hips upward, your pussy pressing against his cock earned a moan from him. smiling in satisfaction, you felt his hands grip your hips with force.
he began to pepper your neck with wet sloppy kisses, that began to leave you breathless. you’d done this a dozen times with him, but tonight it all felt different. he took his time sucking your skin, he could feel your heart racing in sync with his of anticipation and excitement.
slowly, you could feel him inching his way in. he took it at a snails pace that was agonizing. he pulled away from your neck, and watched for any signs of discomfort.
you were tight, and certainly stiff at the pain of him in you, “you’re doing so good.” he whispered.
you spread your legs a bit more open, you weren’t sure his tip would fit. there was pain, but it all dissipated when he began to slowly start a rhythm.
“does it feel okay?” he asked, but you could barely form an answer with your legs shaking trying to hold you up, and your body vibrating with pleasure.
smiling to himself, he watched your face soften, your eyes, slightly lidded, open up a bit and nod, “feels good. maybe more?”
“more?” he asks, you grunted back a yes and were nodding vigorously, “please.” you beg sweetly.
slowly, again, he inches in. he was just now past the tip and still not all the way in. continuing, to grind his hips against yours, he watched you grow more comfortable with him in you. he’d only go further if you asked, and he’d easily pull out of it all became too much.
you probably begged for more, more times than he could count. you were taking him well, and he’d not even got the chance to let you feel the pleasure of him rubbing your clit.
“it’s all in.” he said, taking one hand off your hip, he cupped your cheek, “you did so good.”
pleasure was at an all time high for you. your brain wasn’t even forming any words, just grunts and moans were all you could muster. he took a mental picture of you, wanting to remember the moment of your sweet pussy wrapped around his cock for the first time.
you couldn’t get the words to come out, you just felt the pleasure finally releasing from your body. all those hormones that were pent up for months got what they needed.
pulling out, erling quickly grabbed the towel from the night stand and instantly began to clean you up.
“I made a mess.” you said, slightly embarrassed.
“no you didn’t.” he scoffed, throwing the condom and the towel into a pile that he would pick up later, but for now just wanted to be close to you.
“you were perfect.” he said, climbing into bed next to you, wrapping his body around yours.
“you’re bigger than I expected.” you chuckled nervously, hoping that you didn’t offend him.
“biggest one you’ve seen?”
“well the only one I’ve seen, though I guess I’m not opposed to seeing ruben dias—“
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summary: there's nothing quite like riling your boyfriend up just before he has to leave for work.
warnings: smut. sex. unprotected sex. rough sex. spitting. sex on the kitchen counter.
A low, gravelly laugh rumbled through Jordan's chest, almost in disbelief, as he came to an abrupt stop in the doorway to the kitchen. He threw his head back, stubble-lined chin tipped up, as his eyes closed. He let out deep huff of air and pinched the bridge of his nose out of sheer frustration. "You're having my fucking life, woman," he grunted.
A beat passed and he finally re-opened his eyes. There you were — perched on the dark wood of the butchers block counter top wearing the black, lace thong from the set that he loved so much, and a cropped baby t-shirt that accentuated the perfectly rounded peaks of your breasts. Your taut nipples pressed against the soft cotton, making their presence known.
Jordan sucked in an anchoring breathing; he breathed in deep through his nose and steadily out of his mouth, trying to stop the inevitable.
Your back arched as your fingers curled around the very edge of the counter top, your head tilting ever so subtly to the side. An innocent glint occupied your eyes as you peered over at him. Jordan, however, could see through the facade; he knew your game. You'd been trying to get him back into bed all morning, and this was just another one of your very persausive tactics.
"Just wanted to see if you wanted any breakfast," you drawled, voice whist and low. The corners of your lips curled upwards slightly, your eyes setting on his, as you crossed one bare leg over the other.
"No—" he huffed out a breath of air as he ran his fingers through his ungelled hair, "—you just wanted to be a pain in the arse."
The faintest hint of a smirk twisted your features as you let out a breathy laugh. You peered upwards at your boyfriend of three years through thick, dark lashes. Your lips pouted softly, almost playfully, as you leaned your body forwards — into his.
After a beat passed, you held out your hands — reaching for him. "Come here," you coaxed him closer, your fingers finding the pocket of his England training hoodie. You tugged gently on the fabric, barely exherting any effort at all, as his feet carried him towards you with a natural instinct.
He let out another huff of air in protest, but he didn't show any signs of resistance. His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, the tip of his nose grazing the long line of your neck, as he basked in your scent. He breathed in, recognising the familiar orange blossom. "You—" his pearly teeth nip at the soft skin, "—woman, are gonna make me fucking late for training."
"You've got five minutes," you countered, an edge to your tone. Your dainty hand slid along his abdomen, slow and steady, before slipping down to his crotch. The warmth of your daring palm brushed over his cock, rubbing it gently through his training sweatpants.
Jordan's brow furrowed deep as he tilted his head to look at you. An unimpressed glare adorned his features, and two prominent creases folded across his forehead. "What you trying to say?" he narowed his blue-grey eyes at you, tipping his stubble-lined chin at you. He knew what you were implying, and he couldn't help feel the bruise to his ego.
A salacious giggled rippled through your chest as a mischievous glint light up your eyes. You had him right where you wanted him. "Nothing," you responded, innocence laced within your tone.
"That's what I thought."
Your fingers coiled gently around the base of his cock, stroking it with such an attentiveness to your movements. You caressed his length all the way down to the tip — your thumb brushing itself over the head. Everything about your movements were slow, steady and calculated. You knew exactly what you were doing; revving him up like a classic car engine, watching him purr and waiting for him to reach that biting point. Applying just enough pressure to send little pulses of dopamine surging through his body.
With a deep, wanting breath, Jordan tipped his head back. He rolled his head around his neck, his eyes falling gently closed, as a low moan rumbled in the back of his throat. He was sensitive; every sensual stroke of his slowly hardening cock sent him dizzy with need. "Fuck," a crude groan slipped from between his parted lips. He shook his head slowly in one frustrated gesture. "I'm gonna get you back for this."
Another sultry laugh escaped your lips. "I bet," you quipped back, voice full of taunting. Then, you gave his length a gentle, but maddening squeeze. A deep, gutteral moan clawed it's way out from the very back of his throat, and echoed around the pristine kitchen.
Jordan let out yet another huff of air. "Get them fucking knickers off," he tells you, shifting his tall and broad stature to cage you in. His hands found the butchers block counter top either side of your hips, his muscular chest leaning in towards your body. His warm, minty breath fanned against the crook of your neck — lips grazing the sensitive skin. "Now."
You let out a downright dirty laugh. You loved when he took control. More importantly, you loved when you got what you wanted out of him.
"You're fucking maddening you are, woman."
You pulled your hand from his sweatpants with a reluctance, and moved to slide your black, lacy thong down your thighs. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden lack of contact — feeling a ravenous ache pulse through his dick. God, he was so fucking turned on right now. You did this to him; you turned the usual unflappable, calm and collected man into a downright fucking mess — desperate for a slither of your touch, and the shot of euphoria you injected him with when his skin met yours.
The sound of your panties hitting the cream tiles of the kitchen floor echoed throughout the room, as his rough hands found the soft flesh of your thighs. His fingers grazed downwards until they reached the backs of your knees — the gesture vulgar and claiming, all rolled into one. The ink-filled muscles of his arms tensed as he pulled your frame forwards, positioning you on the very edge of the counter.
Your mist-filled eyes watched him with a careful gaze, as he brought a hand up to his mouth and spat on his ring-clad fingers. His killful hips nudged your thighs apart effortlessly, your pulsing body absent of any kind of fight. He slotted between your soft thighs, his hand slipping between your thrumming bodies. He slathered your aching pussy with his spit — dragging his fingers along your sensitive folds before making sure your entrance was sufficiently wet.
With a swift movement, he pushed his training sweatpants out of the way and pushed himself inside of you. A low, carnal groan spilled from between his thin lips as he oushed himself deeper — one hand gripping your thigh with as much strength as he could, his fingertips leaving half-moon prints in the soft flesh. He soon found his rhythm, steady but with a quick tempo. "Start that fucking timer—" he grunted lowly, pushing your thigh upwards over his hip, "—I'll give you fucking five minutes."
Jordan thrust into you harder, his searing palm stretching out your thigh with each rock of his hips. Your hamstring burned as he pushed your knee up further — seeking out a deeper angle. Your painted toes curled with delight, digging into his side, as your back arched. Your hips pushed forward with an involuntary motion, desperate for more friction. Your head tipped back, your lips parted, as a melody of sultry moans and whines filled the room and your messy hair fell down your spine.
His pace quickened as the thrusts got sloppier. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your throbbing pussy repeated around the room, punctuating the unholy sounds that were spewing uncontrollably from your mouth. He pounded into you hard and unforgiving, and hit that sweet spot that sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through you.
"Oh my God—" you gasped with a sharp intake of breath. "Oh my God—" you squeezed your eyes shut tight. "Oh my fucking God—" you let out a high-pitched whine as your thighs vibrated around his robust figure, your cunt pulsing around him. With a final, lust-filled whine, you reached your climax.
Jordan continued at his current pace — rough, sloppy and pushing deep. He bottomed out, tip slamming against your cervix, as your walls squeezed him. "Fuck," he grumbled, teetering on the edge. With a shaky breath, he thrust one final time, before spilling his load inside you without even so much as making an effort to pull out of you. He was completely, unabashedly unashamed. He knew you weren't on any contraceptives — but, in that moment, he didn't give a single damn.
With a heavy breath, you rest your forehead against his shoulder — the sturdy muscle a welcomed support. "You could have pulled out," you mumble into his body, his fresh aftershave now tarnished with sweat and musk. There was no heat to your words; you'd been in this situation many a time before.
He let out an amused huff, shaking head head before nipping at your earlobe with his teeth. "The fuck you mean pull out after the stunt you just pulled?"
You laugh breathily in response, the bones of a smirk twisting your features upwards. "I don't know what you mean." Now you were just plain taunting him.
edge of the earth — martin ødegaard summary: a collection of social media posts from your private account that includes martin and his comments from his private Instagram. pairing: martin ødegaard x fem!reader warnings: smau !! a/n: spin off of my original post of this!! you can find the og post here xx
want it? — anthony gordon summary: he watches you play with his teammates kids and it stirs something in him. pairings: anthony gordon x fem!reader warnings: fluff + kinda sorta breeding kink +consensual activities mentioned!!! a/n: thank u for the req<3 here she is the highly anticipated fic!!!
the giggles from the crowd of england family children are ear piercing. each step he takes the sounds grow louder and louder, until he reaches your seat in the stands. thats where the giggling wriggles deep piercing his ear drums.
“aw no here comes mr anti-fun!” you groan, your fingers instantly tickling the little boys stomach. Anthony watches the little boys body fight you, his giggles intensifying, not dying out until you stop.
“mr anti fun?” Anthony chuckles, he sits down beside you, and he reaches out for the little boy and pulls him into his lap, “your daddy actually finds me quite funny.”
“questionable.” declan interjects, watching his son squirm out of Anthony’s lap and back into yours.
“you trying to steal my wife?”
the little boy nods, proudly, and wraps his arms around your neck. you press your lips to the boys bright pink cheek, and instantly begin tickling his whole body again.
anthony watches you, in complete awe of how much the little boy has begun to trust you in just a few short days. you were good with kids, there was no question about it, but watching you tonight seemed to take his mind to other darker places.
maybe it was the adrenaline and dopamine mixing together after such an intense win, or it was just you and the little boy that made him ache to see you pregnant.
you’ve had the discussion before. it was always not the right time, and he agreed. with his new move to Barcelona, it certainly was not the time to be trying, but damn… the thought of your body nesting his baby. god, he wanted it.
“I’ll see you tomorrow!” the little boy shouted, instantly snapping Anthony out of his little daydream.
“he’s so cute, ant.” you sigh, happily resting your head on your husbands shoulder, you glance up at his side profile, “perfect little mix of her and declan.”
he hums in response, his cock making it hard for words to stumble out of his mouth. his brain couldn’t function, flickers of images of you pregnant and you full of his cock were making it hard to find words.
“imagine ours.” you say, adding fuel to his fire. he can feel the precum thickening around his cock. anthony groans. tossing his head back, he runs a hand down his face, “you kill me, y/n.”
“what?” you say chuckling with confusion. moving off of him, you catch a glimpse of the hard on building up in his pants, “did me with a kid really do this to you?”
his cheeks turn a shade of red that you’ve never seen before from embarrassment. chuckling, you cup his cheeks in your hands and press a kiss to his lips. you pull away, lips inches from his and say, “I’m not on the pill anymore.”
—
he wastes no time pressing your back into the mattress. you land with a soft thump against the white sheets. the hotel bed squeaking beneath you.
pressing open your thighs, he finds that under your oversized t-shirt you had nothing on. the only thing staring at him was clean shaved wet slick folds.
“fuck,” he audibly moans, feeling like he might come in his pants at just the sight of your legs spread wide open and glistening in the the dimly lit room.
anthony’s baby blue cotton shorts are instantly tossed to the side, his boxers gone with them. anthony moved with passion and finality. he needed to scratch this itch and fill you with him.
kneeing you to open wider for him, he yanks your legs around his torso and doesn’t even gently rub his way in. he doesn’t take even a second for you to be used to all of him before he’s fucking you into the plush mattress.
the springs squeak beneath you, hips are buckling against one another, skin grinding on skin. your filthy moans in his ear have him thrusting harder and in short spurts. you could faintly hear the headboard banging against the wall over the rush of pleasure tingling across your body.
“give it to me, ant.” you say with the little bit of air in your lungs that he left in you. your long manicured nails dig deep into his shoulder blades, but he doesn’t feel the pain over the pleasure rippling through him like tidal waves.
“you want my babies?” he asks, the tip of his cock twitching feeling you clamp around him. his once hard and determined thrusts, become gentle and teasing edging you onto the high you were both craving.
nodding was all you could do. you could feel the climax. you could feel your legs ready to give out, you were trying hard to stay wrapped around him. your sensitive clit was throbbing, you could see you weren’t alone in this, anthony was starting to pick up speed again, his stamina was much stronger than yours.
“fuck, I won’t last.” he grunts, feeling the ripple of pleasure that was building up finally release inside you.
you welcomed the warmth filling inside you. he watches you for a beat under his thick red curls. your eyes were locked on his, you gave him a slight nod letting him know you felt good, and in his own rush he didn’t hurt you.
dragging your nails over his biceps, you unwrap your legs around him, they fall heavy against the mattress, and ached for something to support them.
Anthony moves off of you, and slides onto the mattress beside you, “you think it worked?” he nervously asks.
“well it’s not instant, idiot.”
rolling his eyes, he sits up onto his forearm. sincerity is written across his face, it was scary, “want to go again?”
hiya lovely!!! do you know any other writers who write for the england nt (preferably more than just jude no offence….) i love your fics and have read all of them already hehe
my baby @cognacdelights writes for stones, pickford, & rice which are my lovies!! I’m p sure @47foden has some England nt that is more than just jude!!
if im missing any other authors yall please don’t be afraid to yap at me im a slacker when it comes to reading other fics 😞
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