Relationship Alphabet Erling Haaland

Relationship Alphabet erling Haaland

fluff alphabet | erling haaland

A/N: THIS ONE IS FOR CITEEEEEEEEEH

ೃ⁀➷ erling's taglist

ೃ⁀➷ erling's masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

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a = affection + activities (how affectionate is he? how does he show affection?/ how does he spend his free time with you?)

he’s SO affectionate. 

like, no… literally. he won’t let you go from his embrace once he made it home, constantly rubbing his face on your neck and telling you how much he missed you while you stand there, smiling like an idiot because you have a golden retriever for a boyfriend. 

he also gives you tons of butterfly kisses, bending over and staying there for so long, enjoying the smell of your hair or how much you squeeze his waist while hugging each other.

then you’ll watch a trashy show like love island while cuddling on the sofa, eating snacks and trying to replicate the accents, laughing hard when one of you actually gets it right. 

b = beauty (what does he admire about you? what does he think is beautiful about you? 

physically? he adores your eyes. how they sparkle every time you talk about something you love, or how they seem to hold the stars for the very first seconds of looking up to him. he sees them as a real window to your mind. 

he also loves when your nose does that little wrinkle thing every time you’re excited about something, or just enjoying a meal. 

you’re just the most endearing person he has ever met. 

but personality wise? you’re so compatible.

you’re nice, kind and patient. you’re always trying your best and he knows you care so much about others, even if you don’t show it as much. 

to him you’re the purest soul and he wants to protect you, because you’re his sunshine.

c = cuddles + comfort (does he like to cuddle? how would he cuddle you?/how would he help you when you’re feeling down?)

cuddles? HE LOVES THEM. even though it doesn’t seem like it. 

he uses cuddles as a coping mechanism at this point. 

when he’s mad, frustrated or just sad, he comes to you, asking for cuddles with the most serious expression ever. it’s hilarious. 

did we mentioned the fact that he crushes you under his weight? but not in a bad way, it’s so comfortable. you feel safe and so so so warm. 

you’re a pillow for a few hours, and you’re so okay with it. 

it’s the same the other way around. even when you’re having the slightest inconvenience, you go to your boyfriend for some cuddles. he lets you sleep on top of him, arms and legs wrapped around his torso. it’s very funny to see. 

when that doesn’t work (which it’s a rare thing) he gives you space, always making sure that you have snacks or a quiet room to be at when you’re feeling overwhelmed.

d = domestic + dreams (does he want to settle down? how is he around the house?/how does he picture their future together?)

does he want to settle down? he can’t wait to actually have you with him 24/7. he loves your presence, even when you’re in separate rooms. 

he’s a very good companion, and when you weren’t living together but just staying at each other’s places, he was such an organized person… most of the time. 

it doesn’t matter when he’s a mess, though. 

anyways, he’s always thinking about how the future it’s going to be like. 

how many kids? where are we going to live? are we going to have a farm together? will our kids play football like him? where is the wedding going to be? what type of house are you guys going to buy? SO MANY QUESTIONS. 

he has a little list on his mind, and he’s going to use it someday. he knows he’s going to marry you. 

e = equal (is he the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

none of the above. both of you are equal in the relationship.

he’s a kind soul, and most of the time he doesn’t bother to make decisions for you. 

the only thing he’s in charge of is picking up the restaurants and making you cum. 

both of them are always taken care of. 

f = fiancé (how does he feel about commitment? how quick would he want to get married?)

as i said before, he can’t wait to marry you. 

he wants to settle down but doesn’t want to pressure it too soon, since it’s a big step. 

but yeah, he’s just being a bit patient, since he knows you’re going to be his wife. 

already looking for rings and spying your pinterest page for clues on the perfect ring. 

he doesn’t say it, but he also has a pinterest account where he saves cute wedding dresses he thinks would look amazing on you. 

he just loves you too much, okay?

g = gentle + gratitude (how gentle is he, both physically and emotionally?/ how grateful is he; is he aware of everything you do for him?)

he’s the most gentle human being you’d ever met. 

despite his height and how people picture him, he’s very delicate while touching you, or doing things in general. he’s so comforting, you’re mesmerized by his patience, his soft touches and his words when you’re feeling down. 

he’s your rock. every time you need support of reaffirmation, he’s there for you. he always knows what to say. 

in return, he knows how much you do for him. 

not only while emotionally supporting him through the stress and pressure he feels sometimes, but also at home, when he’s tired from a match and you make him an special meal. 

he’s so grateful for you in general. you’re an angel to him. 

h = honesty (does he have secrets he hides from you? or does he share everything?)

it wasn’t considered a secret perse, but erling hates to worry you. 

so sometimes he hid his injuries from you, and when you found out, you got so mad. he never did it again. 

it was scary.

he’s overall very open, he doesn’t believe in secrets between you two. you always have talks about everything.

you trust each other blindly. 

i = i love you + inspiration (how fast did he said the L-word?/ did you changed him somehow, or the other way around? do you guys try new things together or help each other solve personal problems?)

you both said it rather fast. 

six months into the relationship and you both knew you loved each other. 

he said it first, since he couldn’t keep acting like he wasn’t aware of the word almost slipping out of his mouth every day. 

you said it back instantly. 

you both changed each other for the better. you taught him to be more open, less serious. but just because you knew he’s the most interesting person ever and the rest of the world deserved to know him. 

he helped you to overcome your shyness and to make new friends, to get out of your comfort zone. 

you’re always trying new things (food, vacation destinies, shows, hobbies) it’s so so so fun to start new projects with him. 

the latest one is a bookclub (it’s just the two of you). 

and yes, every time you’re feeling some type of way or having doubts, you talk to each other. you always find a way to get through it. 

j = jealousy (how jealous does he get, and does he get jealous easily? how does he deal with it? what does he do when he’s jealous?)

he’s not a jealous guy in general; he knows you love him, and he loves you. 

but sometimes he just can’t stand when other people can’t dissimulate the stares when you’re with him at some event. 

like yes. he gets it. you look stunning and you’re the most beautiful woman in every room, but damn. 

he just takes a deep breath and tries to think about you and not all the people that wants to be on his place. 

but he also keeps a hand on your lower back, staring back with an arched eyebrow to the guys that look at you for too long. his serious face it’s very scary. 

you love to see him a bit jealous. 

he also kisses you so much. 

he’s so hot when he’s leaning over you to kiss you and whisper sweet nothings in the middle of a crowded room, just to show you’re his and he’s yours. 

k = kisses (how are his kisses like? where does he like to kiss you? how was your first kiss like?)

they can be the sweetest kisses ever or the most intense, dizzying, wonderful kisses you’d ever received in your life. 

he doesn’t hold back. 

face grabbing, chest to chest, hands everywhere type of kisses. 

he loves to kiss your neck, it always smells amazing and you get all tickly.  

you’re both pretty much addicted to kiss each other. 

the first kiss was so so so wonderful. you were so nervous but he’s such a great kisser. it was like floating. you’d never stopped feeling like floating whenever he kisses you. 

did i said he’s a great kisser? yeah- he is. 

l = love language (what’s his love language? is it compatible with yours?)

do we have any doubs? 

it’s obviously quality time and physical touch, duh. 

you’re both pretty the same. 

although he also showers you with gifts from abroad if he has a game far from home. 

expensive isn’t a word when it comes to gifts for you. 

princess treatment all the way. 

you were very apprehensive while receiving them, but he insisted so much that now you don’t know how to say no. 

he’s so full of himself every time you’re wearing one of his gifs. 

especially the little “e” necklace made of his birth stone. 

m = morning (how are mornings spent with him? what’s your morning routing like?)

it’s so cozy.

you’re very sleepy, just wandering around the house while doing the basics: making coffee and breakfast, brushing your teeth, showering and just looking at each other from above your cups. 

lots of kisses on the head or long hugs in the kitchen. 

he likes to stop by while you’re making something on the stove and just lean on top of you, resting his chin on the top of your head. 

it’s hard to say goodbye after the two hours you have with each other during the mornings. 

you cling to him, hugging him tight until he just has to go and you miss him a lot even though it’s been five minutes since he stepped out of the apartment. 

n = nicknames (what does he call you?)

so many nicknames in norwegian. 

you’d been learning and instantly melt when he calls you vennen (sweetheart) or elskling (my love) 

!!!!!! your brain goes brrrrr

you call him lover most of the time, and he smiles so widely 

or when you call him kongen, he just walks around calling himself “the king” for a week straight

martin loves to mess up with both of you, since he’s one of the few people that actually speaks norwegian around you

o = on cloud nine (what is he like when he’s in love? is it obvious for others? how does he express his feelings?)

he’s obvious. 

like painfully obvious, even though it’s just like for the people that knows him. 

martin was the one that noticed first. 

erling’s eyes will linger on you for way too long, smiling at your words, even if they were just a tiny hello or a short story. 

all his teammates couldn’t stop giggling and whispering every time you’d come visit as a friend first, knowing he had the biggest crush on you. 

once he made it and got to be alone with you, he didn’t hesitate, he asked you out. 

it was such an amazing time. he was the most caring person you’d ever met, and you couldn’t believe it was your reality

he hasn’t changed one bit since the first time he took you out. 

he always remembers. he’s always looking forward to your next date or little getaway.

you’d never felt more loved than now. 

when he isn’t making you feel loved, giving you hugs, kisses or quality time, he’s showering you with little gifts that remind him of you. 

p = pda (is he upfront about your relationship? does he brag about you with others? or he rather shy to kiss, etc. when others are watching?)

he’s not shy about it. 

like yeah, of course he’s a private person and you’re as well, but he isn’t hiding the fact that he’s dating you, aka the most amazing woman in the world (his words). 

you’re often feauted on his instagram, and that’s how people get updates about your relationship. 

he totally brags with his friends and teammates though. 

like so much. 

he doesn’t shut up about you, never

it’s even worse when you’re with him at events. he’s all over you, kissing your neck and dragging his hands on your back, whispering things and chatting with you so closely that people look away, like they’re spying on you two. 

he’s never shy when it comes to showing love to you.

q = quizzes (how many little things does he remember about you?)

as i said, he remembers so much. 

every little detail he has ever learned about you, he remembers. 

from your favorite juice flavor to your most embarrassing childhood story. 

he knows them all. 

most of his gifts are related to something you like, said, or did together. it melts your heart. 

goes both ways. you’re always giving him little gifts that remind him of you, or even better, his time as a youngster. you love to tease him about the flow kings.

r = romance ( how romantic is he? what would he do to make you happy? is he cliche or rather creative? what is your favourite moment in your relationship?)

he’s romantic-romantic. it’s just that people can’t imagine it. 

he’s always taking you out on romantic dinners, bringing you flowers or organizing little trips to your hometown or norway to spend some alone time where no one can find you. 

you’re the happiest when you’re on those trips; it brings you such calm that you feel like a new person once you’re back at manchester. 

he’s a very good mixture of cliché and creative. and you love it! he always gives it his own little twist to the most cliché things. like personalizing the color of the flowers he gives you by checking which heart emoji you used to most that day. 

UGH!

pure love. 

your most treasured memory from the relationship is the moment you first attended a city game as his girlfriend. you got to experience it with him from the moment he arrived to the first goal of the night. you lost your voice that night, but it was worth it. never in your life you’ll forget how excited he was once you reunited, how much he kissed you and let you hold his hattrick football to take a silly picture. at that moment you knew it was forever.

s = security (how protective is he?)

oh, erling is protective.

like no fooling around. he’s going to protect you no matter what. 

when you’re out in public, he makes sure that no one, absolutely no one, gets on your personal space. 

and when it comes to your mental health, he does the most to protect you from mean comments on the internet. he doesn’t need you to pay attention to stupid people that don’t have a life. 

you love him for it, and you make sure he knows how important he is, despite how horrible the hate towards him gets. 

t = try (how much effort would he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

 first of all, we know he’s a very neat guy that’ll help around the house as much as he can during the week. 

and as i mentioned, he puts so much of himself on your dates, anniversaries, and gifts that you don’t know how he’s this original. 

like where did he get a bunch of your childhood’s snacks just because you mentioned you missed their flavor?????

yeah, you won’t be disappointed. 

the anniversaries are so much fun. 

it’s like a little holiday- 

everyone on twitter went crazy that time he made fans hold up signs that read “happy anniversary to my one and only” when he had to play that exact date. 

you were there… and cried. 

u = understanding (how well does he know you? is he empathetic?)

there’s never a chance where he isn’t the best boyfriend ever.

he’s always making his best effort to understand your feelings and how to bring a smile to your lips again

hates seeing you cry

he knows you well enough to make you happy in less than an hour

you’re so grateful for him

late movie nights with him to cure any bad day ❤️‍🩹

v = value (how important is the relationship to him? what is it worth in comparison to other things in his life?)

this relationship is everything to him

of course he loves football. and of course he loves you.

you are on the top of the list

there’s only you, football and his family 

nothing else matters as much

he does everything on his power to make things work, even when you’re going through long distance 

and you do as well

the power couple fr

w = whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

totally

have you seen him while being away?

all pouty and calling you at any given opportunity

sleeping and hugging a pillow to pretend it is you

he carries a little bottle with your perfume to spray on himself so he can smell you during training sessions or important games 

he also wears your headbands 

he’s so adorable

x - xtra (a random fluff headcanon)

you both love the color purple 

so he would always buy matching clothes or items on that exact color

in fact, that’s how people found out you two were dating

he bought this very very very expensive and unique pair of shoes with a matching tracking suit in purple 

two days later you were wearing the same outfit 

yeah, it was obvious 

now it’s a fun anecdote 

y = yearning (how would he cope when he’s missing you?)

as i said 

he would always use your hair stuff of your perfume 

but he also makes you wear various t-shirts a day before his trips so he can use them to sleep or walk around, knowing you were on them just a few hours before 

so so so many texts with random stuff that reminded him of you

lots of audios and calls 

“baby i can’t wait to be home, i miss my little pillows so much”

“erling, those are my boobs”

“yeah…? so???”

z = zeal (is he willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what kind of?)

totally

he won’t hesitate to make a decision based on how it would benefit the relationship

he totally bought a house for the summer on your home country just because you mentioned you missed home 

learned your language so you could feel more close to home 

he even learned how to cook typical food

you cried the day he surprised you with it

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ * ERLING’S TAGLIST

@questionable-behaviour | @koufaxx | @xjval | @nikki01234-blog | @evarasworld | @kynykyny | @alleyahah | @444pantheress

Also the ref was dogshit today.

So many obvious calls going against us. AT HOME.

Those who doubt how the refs are set up against us are just living under a rock at this point. Or they hate us. Coz La Liga does everything to make one team win and that team ain’t Real Madrid.

Richarlison Headcannons💛

When you first met Richarlison, he was shy, but once you got to know him, he was a bundle of joy.

Whenever you called him "darling" "love" or any nickname, he would always get so flustered with you.

Also you absolutely fell in love with his voice, the way he spoke Portuguese to you.

Then the same with you, when he would call you "amor" "baby" "princesa" you would always get so nervous.

Then the same for Richarlison he fell in love with your voice when you spoke Spanish to him.

You would always speak Spanish to him and he would speak Portuguese to you since they were so similar. Also you knew he wasn't the best at English.

His weakness would probably be your kisses. His knees would always go so weak.

Richarlison would always wake up early so he just admire you until you woke up

One thing he noticed about you is that you always get nervous under his gaze

"Amor look at me" Richarlison said while chuckling

When he said that you still didn't look at him, so he grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

Once you looked at his light brown eyes, you face turned red

The way he looked at you just made you nervous, especially when he's taller than you and he had to look down at you.

He loved when you went to his practices and game cause he would always try his hardest for you.

Every time he scored he would make a heart with his hands and point at you.

Richarlison was very observant and he noticed any little thing, if you were quiet he would notice and if you didn't want to eat he would notice.

"Hey are you okay princesa?, you've hadn't even talked the whole gathering, you looked tense. Do you wanna go home right now Princesa?"

When Richarlison had to leave early in the morning for practice, you didn't want him to leave and he did didn't want to leave you either.

"Please stay with me, I don't want you to go to practice, it's to early love."

"Amor I gotta go or else Neymar will kill me again" Richarlison said laughing

"How about when I get home, I'll spoil you with all my love, does that sound good?"

"Of course Mi Amor"

Richarlison really loved that you were so supportive of him and always respected his choices and himself

When he would be stressing and get overwhelmed with people and start tearing up, you would always sit in his lap, facing him and wipe every single tear that fell on his cheek.

When you guys first went into the relationship, he was always so kind to you because he knew about past relationship and you did the same for him.

Whenever you guys were alone, you guys would dance with eachother and hold eachother and be in eachothers presence.

Richarlison is a interesting person, he would do the most funniest and dumbest things. Like for example he would do his pigeon dance.

After the a hard game for Richarlison, you would always cook his favorite foods. Then lay in bed with eachother and you giving him massages.

When you have a cold, you didn't want Richarlison to take care of you, you knew Richarlison already had alot on his plate but no, he's stubborn and still helps you.

"Amor don't come near me, I don't want you getting sick"

"Princesa, it's okay, just let me help you please"

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Hello everyone, I hope you guys enjoy this one, somone requested it so I'll shall deliver. But if you guys have any request I'll gladly ACCEPT💛. Also yall need to give me new characters to write about cause I dunno if yall like some Jude Bellingham or some more ochoa or chicharito or ney?

I totally agree

What type of fics do you prefer to read the most

I love me some angst 😮‍💨 I don‘t really love to read/write fluff

But I low-key search for angst and dramatic, forbidden love kinda fics. These hit the best

Christmas On The Farm

Erling Haaland x Fem!Reader

Warnings: family christmases, stealing a tree, use of an axe, getting caught, soft boyfriend erling, a few cheesy moments, fingering, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation kinda, penetrative sex (p in v), nipple sucking, creampie, getting caught in a different way :)

Word Count: 2,357

Author's Note: omg it's the big mannnn, anytime I think of erling, I think of the farm so here we are lmao - also this is for pookie too sorry lmao all her bfs are in here

merry smutmas series

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Erling takes you home to spend the holidays at the Haaland Family Farm and you two end up being the only ones there. 

"Are we going the right way?" You look over at your boyfriend, the man driving through the snow.

Erling nods, "I promise I know where I'm going." He laughs, the wind shield wipers make a squeaking sound, brushing the snow away as he slowly makes his way up the road. He turns into the driveway, the snow really coming down as he parks the car.

"It's freezing!" You shouted, running up the front porch stairs to unlock the door. Erling rolls his eyes at your theatrics, getting the bags out of the car before following you into the house.

The door shuts behind him, Erling shaking the snow off of his hoodie.

The two of you had ventured up to the Haaland family farm for the holidays. His siblings and parents were supposed to meet you guys there but due to the snowstorm, their flights were canceled. They would be arriving on Christmas Eve rather than the 18th like the two of you so that left it up to you to get things ready for the holidays.

It takes the two of you an hour to defrost and get comfortable, Erling rearranging things to his liking and you were relaxing on the couch, finally glad to have your boyfriend to yourself and not have to fight for his attention during the season - though you had to give it to him, he balanced everything in his life perfectly.

"We should decorate," he announces, coming into the living room from the kitchen. You look at the man over your book, "okay, with what?"

Looking around, the house lacked Christmas spirit big time.

Before you could gather yourself, Erling's got you over his shoulder as he walks down the hallway. "I can walk, you know!" You say through the giggles, holding onto him.

He smiles, putting you down at the end of the hallway. "Where's the fun in that?"

You roll your eyes at his childish ways, letting him walk into the room first. The room was used for storage, all sorts of things packed away in boxes and containers. You flipped the switch, turning on the light as he looked around. Eventually you two found the boxes marked for Christmas - ornaments, garland, lights etc.

One by one you moved the boxes into the living room and you started on your tasks.

Erling braved the cold; something that never really bothered him - having his Norwegian blood and all - and strung the lights around the porch railing and roof.

You were working on the inside; wrapping the staircase in garland, changing the curtains to the red and green ones, hanging mistletoe, replacing the regular throw pillows for the holidays ones and things like that. Eventually Erling came back in, helping you with the rest of the tasks, a few miscellaneous things to do here and there around the house.

There was one box left, the big label on the top read ornaments.

"We need a tree," you looked over at him, your hands on your hips.

Erling smiles, "you look.. very wife like."

"Thank you, I guess," you laughed, "but we still need a tree. Do you guys have one somewhere? Did we forget it in the room?"

"You mean like.. a fake one?"

"Yeah, duh." You looked at your boyfriend, the look of confusion on his face. "We don't have one in the house but there's one outside."

"Okay where is it? In the barn or?" You trailed off, waiting for an answer.

"No, we can just cut one down." He says, tossing your hoodie to you. The sweater lands on your face and you move it, looking at the man like he was insane. "I'm sorry, we can.. what?"

"Cut the tree down. There's a few at the back of the property. It stopped snowing so we can make it and be back before it gets really dark."

You put your sweater on, looking for your coat. "Have you ever cut a tree down before?"

Erling shakes his head, putting his own coat on. "No, but it can't be that hard."

He was out the door before you could protest. You really had no choice now, did you? You followed the man to the barn, he pulled an axe out of some trunk and handed you a giant torch light. It was the blind leading the blind, the two of you trudging through the snow to find a Christmas tree.

Sometimes you really wondered what went through this man's head. Then you wondered if you were right in the head, following him through the snow in the dark to find a tree.

You find a few, settling on the biggest one you could get without it being too heavy to carry or too big for the house, and Erling started swinging the axe.

You took a step back; you trusted him but not when it came to chopping a tree down in the dark.

It reminded you of when you were a child, your father yelling at you to hold the light one way while he's doing something and you held it a different way.

So there you were, dragging a Christmas tree through the snow with your boyfriend. "Move faster," Erling says and you grumble.

"We don't all have superhuman strength, you know."

"Just hurry up, babe," he told you.

You grumble again, trying to move a little faster but between the thick snow, the heavy tree and holding the light, it was a little hard to do.

"What's the rush anyways ?"

"Well," he starts and you know that tone; something was wrong. "It's actually the neighbour's tree."

"WHAT?" you stopped, turning to face him. "WE STOLE A TREE?!"

He laughs, nodding for you to keep walking. "It's not that serious babe, just keep walking."

Sometimes you really wondered how you ended up with him as a boyfriend, but the fact that he made you an accomplice to Christmas tree theft is outweighed by how good of a boyfriend he is.

Despite all your huffing, you help him get the tree into the house in the snow off of it. It took about an hour of sorting for you two to settle on a theme for the tree; the classic red, green and gold. The ornaments hung off the branches, Erling strung the lights around the tree before finally plugging it in.

The two of you admired your work, his arms wrapped around you as he hugged you from behind, his chin resting on your head.

Your own hand rests on his, "I cannot believe you made me steal a Christmas tree."

Erling laughs, "is it really stealing though ? The tree is out in the open sooo.." He trails off, making you laugh. You turned to face him, your hands holding his jaw, "you're ridiculous."

He leans into you, kissing you softly. "'Tis the season for giving, baby."

"Yeah, sure."

"Speaking of gifts," he starts, his hands moving to rest on your lower back, pulling you flush against him. "I have one for you."

You brows furrowed, "it's the 18th, babe. You're a whole week early." Your head tilts to the side as you look at your boyfriend. The man smiles, shaking his head as he leans down to kiss you.

It clicks, you realize what his gift is.

"Oh," you giggled, the two of you shifting to the floor. "I like this kinda gift," you whisper, his lips moving to your neck.

"I knew you would," he mumbles into your skin, his cold hand slipping under your shirt. "Erling!" You shrieked, wiggling away from him.

The man smiles, "sorry."

He sits against the couch, watching as you undress in front of him. The leggings sliding down your smooth legs, pooling by your ankles before you step out of them, you pull off the sweater and that leaves you in the same blue set Erling loves so much.

You reach behind to unhook your bra but he stops you, “leave it on.” 

He pulls you by your waist back to him, his hand slipping down to rest on your ass before giving it a smack. You’re quiet, looking down at your boyfriend on the floor. 

“I like this,” he tells you, fingers rubbing over the blue lace. 

You smile, “I know.” 

He pulls you to lay on the floor, he’s sat between your legs with one on either side of him. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. Erling pulls the panties to the side, his eyes fixed on your pussy and he gives you no warning, pushing his fingers into you. The sound leaving your mouth was like heaven on earth to him. 

His fingers curl upwards, your back arching at the feeling. 

“Baby, please.” your hand reaches down to wrap on his wrist but he swats your hand away, managing to pull both to rest on your stomach and his free hand over your hands, pinning them to your stomach. 

You try to wiggle your hands away from him, trying to grab on something. “Behave.” He tells you, adding another finger.

You subconsciously spread your legs, giving him more room. Erling's cheek presses to your inner thigh, watching as your face twists, pleasure all across it and your hands stop wiggling, he smiles, satisfied. 

Erling can feel your eyes on him, he reaches for the blue lace you’re wrapped up in and tugs it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes.

He shifts to lay on his stomach between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way up to your cunt. 

Your eyes meet his, he knows you’re looking. He wants you to look at him. Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. 

He knew you like the back of his hand, gripping your thighs to keep them in place as his tongue lapped your clit. Your hips buck, your way of saying you want more and Erling gives in - he always gives into you. Two fingers in you and he glances up to see your head tossed back onto the pillows, eyes fluttering shut and your free hand groping your tit. 

Between his fingers and his tongue, your orgasm was teetering on the edge; he knew that much. 

He pulls his hands away, the sticky fingers on your thighs. A whimper leaves your lips at the loss of fullness. 

“What- why’d you stop?” You asked, pouting at your boyfriend in disapproval.

Erling sits up, patting his lap. “C’mere.” 

You manage to pull yourself up, your legs feeling like jelly as you move yourself onto your boyfriend’s lap. Erling's hands resting on your lower back, fingers dancing up and down the curve of your spine. They run up once more before they stop on the clasp of your bra. 

He unhooks it, letting the straps slide down your arms and land on your lap. He brings his hands around to your stomach, once again his fingers slide up your soft skin before resting on your tits. 

“Erling,” you call, eyes fixed on him.

He hums, his focus on your tits rather than anything you had to say. Gripping his chin between your fingers, he finally looks at you. 

“Please,” you mumble, the desperation all over your face. Erling smiles, there's a look you've seen a million times over on his face.

You’re up on your knees, hovering over his lap, your hands under you as you undo his pants. Erling helps you, pulling them down enough for you to sink down onto him. Your hand rests on his shoulder, giving you a moment to gather yourself before starting to bounce on his lap.

You look at your boyfriend, watching as he kisses down your chest, over your tits before his lips wrap around your nipple, tongue lapping over it. Your hand tangles in his hair, his name falling from your lips.

Your back arches a bit, pushing into Erling. His hand moves from your hip to your other tit, fingers pinching your nipple, twisting and rolling it softly between his thumb and index finger. 

“God,” you breathe, a hand raking through Erling's blonde hair. 

You rock your hips forward and Erling's head drops back into the couch, his eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you, your lips on his neck -- a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

Erling can feel the way you were clenching around him and he knew you were close; you knew he was close, his eyes closed and head back.

His hand reaches between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit once again. “Oh my god,” your hips bucked, his fingers matching the pace of his hips, your body rocking back and forth to get the most out of your boyfriend. 

“C’mon sweetheart, want you to cum for me.” He says, knowing it won't be long more. 

He knew you like the back of his hand, every look, every touch, every movement, he knew you.

Between the two, he pushes you over the edge. The knot in your stomach comes loose and your boyfriend watches as you cum. The wetness wrapping around his cock, and with a few sloppy thrusts, Erling follows behind you. 

The two of you are holding onto each other like the other is going to disappear, giggly and love drunk. Your boyfriend peppers kisses all over your face, your arms wrapped over his shoulders.

It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that you two froze, looking at each other. "Erling?!" The voice calls from outside.

His hand covers your mouth, your brows furrowed and eyes widen as you look at him. His lips are by your ear, "it's the neighbour."

You move his hand, whispering back to him. "The lights are on."

"Shhh, they'll go away if we're quiet."

You look at your boyfriend, lips pressed together in an attempt to muffle your laughter. He really did make you wonder sometimes.

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