alt for norge — erling haaland summary: a picture of you in a different mans jersey/shirt gets erling a little bothered. pairing: erling haaland x fem!reader warnings: consensual activities mentioned !! a/n: idk what took over me… I’m not even much of a haaland fan… italic texts are erling messages and bold is you!
stretched out across the hotel bed, erling scrolls mindlessly on his devices. it’s been hours since the match ended, and his body can’t seem to calm down. he’s still hooked on the adrenaline of the balls crossing the goal line and the fans cheering his name.
he’s scrolled to the point of old images coming across his feed. pictures of his teammates families, models photos on holidays, and then a photo of you stops his thumb from moving on.
you. standing in a bright red bikini with the caption “much needed” and a couple of random emojis. without thinking of the repercussions, he taps the heart and clicks onto your stories.
there you were in the stands for Norway wearing a berge shirt.
a berge shirt that was seemingly harmless, but not to him, not with the past you two had.
years of stolen glances, months of private kisses, and endless hours in his bed seemed to mean nothing to you in that berge shirt.
what are you doing in that shirt
he hits send on the message and watches the typing bubble instantly come up.
what does it matter to you?
laughing out loud he instantly types back,
do you forget who you belong to?
show me, erling.
the phone call instantly shows up and he doesn’t hesitate to click to answer, “you’re fucked, you know that?” he speaks into the line before letting you even get the chance to tell him your room number. you knew he was staying at the same hotel, and you knew he’d be coming.
“well I like to be fucked by you.”
you hear him let a quiet moan on the end of the line and the movement of bed sheets, “you’re going to make this hard for me.” he says, voice strained, cock already in his hand.
“imagine me in your shirt, imagine im riding you right now.” you whisper into the line, listening to him panting knowing damn well he was fisting his cock. you wondered if it was short and rapid strokes or long and hard.
“I need you, y/n.” he’s begging and it’s adorable. erling haaland is not known for begging other people for things. he’s always selfish and getting what he wants from others. for a change, this certainly makes you happy to hear this.
“what are you thinking about?” you ask, throwing yourself into your own bed, pushing your thighs together trying hard to keep from touching yourself at the sounds of him whining.
“you, in my kit, riding me.” the words were strained and breathless, he wasn’t going to last long with you on the line, and certainly with the images in his hand of you in bright red and navy with his last name sprawled across the back.
“I’m thinking about you too.” you whisper into the phone running your hands across your pussy. heat spreading between your thighs.
“if you were here, you’d be in trouble.” he chuckles into the line, and images are instantly flooding your brain of past experience. the last time you were in trouble with erling your ass was bruised from his tight grip and your body was covered in his markings.
“you’d punish me?” you asked in such an innocent tone he felt his cock twitch between his fingers, precum dripping with purpose against his fingers.
“I’m two seconds from coming, don’t, y/n.”
“don’t what?” you ask again in that damn innocent tone that causes his body to convulse, cum releasing into his hands.
“fuck you.” he sighs immediately getting up to wash his hand and clean himself, “making a grown man come just by that damn voice.”
laughing on the line you listen to the water run and his breathing pattern return to normal. you could hear the shower begin to run and you knew it was cold water. erling always took cold showers after sex, but your mind was reeling now with the thoughts of him naked.
“I didn’t even get to tell you I was wearing your kit here in bed.”
you heard the water instantly shut off and a smile spread so wide across your face you looked like the Cheshire Cat.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ （,,>﹏<,,） IN WHICH . . he adorns your pretty body in the sweetest of kisses. (hint: kiss is an euphemism.)
𝒂urora’s note ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ hiya, i hope u enjoy reading although its a short one. never written for dj so i’m rather nervyyyy + this is a new format for my blurbs. i’m changing the format going forward for all my fics tbh. 💌
.ᐟ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 • minors refrain from interaction
₊˚⊹♡ djed’s got a knack for the bashful little look in your irises once you realize it is nearly impossible to take him all at once — your hips shift, squirming rather awkwardly yet it all glazes over as endearing. “ngh— i got it.” the words seamlessly drop out of your lips, a little caught around the edges, and laced in wispy, thinning breaths. gosh, you’re adorable to him.
“sure about that, love?”
pitifully, a hum resembling some sort of whimper escapes your lips next. he knows he’s got you good with a smooth thrust upward, pushing upward towards that dewy, spongy part hidden deep inside.
“feels good, doesn’t it.” he draws his hips lower, preparing you for another inevitable thrust that’ll knock the wind out of your lungs. leaving his angelic girl hanging onto her final breath; he’s mapped your body too well. as there’s no escape in a man whose job is reading a person’s next move who finds joy in applying it here—
there’s the dainty hold of your hand tangling between his locs when he’s lapping up the spillage of arousal between your legs.
the silence washing over you like a tidal wave upon orgasm — all you can let out is the weakest whines begging for an unreasonable amount of mercy.
the visible daze seeping into the warmth of your brown eyes when he’s thrusting staccato: quick bursts drawing in and barely out of you, rarely ceasing when the sensitive tip of his manhood brushes up against your cervix. again, again, and again.
the way your clit feels silken and pearly under his index ‘n middle finger, coaxing an orgasm straight from the source — savoring you without drawing overwhelm.
