Erling Haaland: (NSFW) Sex Positions

Erling Haaland: (NSFW) Sex Positions

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Erling Haaland x (female) reader

WARNINGS: SEX; short!reader.

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The height difference makes it practically impossible to have missionary sex so you’re forced to try out new positions, to see what works best for you.

Riding him is one of the options and personally Erling loves it. He stays seated, letting you ride him. To see you getting all flustered and sweaty, your hands dearly holding onto to his shoulders as you fuck yourself on his cock. The steady bounce of your breasts as you’re the one controlling the speed and how much of him you take. 

If you get tired, he can always move his hips from underneath you or help you ride him. His hands palming your ass, effortlessly moving you up and down like a weightless doll as you rest with your face on his shoulder, worn off.  

He definitely teases you in this position, a half smirk on his face.

“Getting tired already, huh? But, baby, this is only round 1 yet.” 

“So desperate for my huge cock. Fuck, keep going, baby.”

Doggy style is also an option, but Erling has to be careful as not to hurt you, given his immense strength. The good thing is that he goes much deeper, alongside with the primal feeling the position provides you. 

It’s usually reserved for when you need to blow off some steam, ending up in a rough sex session. It’s so intense to have him manhandle you, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you there as he fucks you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll feel me inside of you for weeks.”

“Look at that, taking my cock like you’re made for it.” 

Table top is also a frequent position in your sex life, being a good replacement for the impossible missionary one. You love it when he fucks you in this position, his hips steadily meeting yours as his hand sneaks to your clit, bringing you closer to your release, facing each other. The bed/table/furniture constantly squeaking underneath your joint weights, especially when Erling picks up the pace. 

Even though these are the most frequent sex positions you guys do, you clearly end up doing more riding and table top as they’re the ones that actually allow you to face each other, something that you love a lot. 

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-> first class | aurelien tchouameni | part two

part one | genre: smut 18+ minors dni

aurelien t. x black!fem!reader

authors note: this is for the president of the aurelien fan club & who has been so patient 🤍 @trenterprise | loosely proofed

summary: aurelien had never forgotten you and when he saw you, he made sure to keep an eye on your for the few days you were there and before you left, he made his move and his intentions clear.

From the moment you opened your eyes, you felt the severity of the consequences of drinking too much and not eating enough, hit you like a truck. Even though you were stationary and laying flat on your stomach, you felt the world spinning under you. There was no ignoring the headache that you had or the feeling of unease in your stomach which you knew to be a result of one too many drinks. With your eyes squeezed shut, you reached for the side table that held your phone and water but you were met with nothingness. As you peeled open your eyes you began to realize you weren’t in Kim’s guest bedroom. Your heart skipped as you took in your surroundings.

The room was unfamiliar, large, and freezing cold. You sat up and examined your surroundings with a bit more intensity and you slapped your hand over your mouth in realization and relief - you were at Aurelien’s house. From the decor and set up of the room, it was clear that this was Aurelien’s primary bedroom. There was no clear sign that he also slept in the bedroom with you which left you wondering where he could be. It also left you wondering if you slept with him and didn’t remember.

You reached for your phone in urgency when the reality of your flight back home crossed your mind - the time read two hours past your departure. You missed your flight. Between the headache and not knowing what happened last night made tears well in your eyes. It was silly to be crying but you hated when things didn’t go as planned.

Kim and Jalen both had blown up your phone and you shot them a message to let them know you were okay. Kim replied immediately and asked if she needed to come get you. You told her to wait for a while before you decided if you needed her to come, unsure of what flight you were going to be able to book.

You pulled your heavy limbs out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom, hoping to refresh yourself and get a handle on what happened last night. When you flicked on the light you noticed that there were toiletries set out on the counter, presumably for you. You also noticed the oversized t-shirt that covered the majority of your body that very obviously belonged to Aurelien. It smelled like him - the perfect blend of his cologne and natural scent. You walked back out to the room to grab your phone when you noticed a set of clothes folded neatly in a lounge chair. It appeared to be more of your size than his shirt and you couldn’t help but wonder why Aurelien had women’s sized clothing readily available at his home. Regardless, you were going to wear it instead of the tiny dress you partied in last night.

You ran the shower to get some type of noise in the room because it was eerily quiet and you wanted to call Kim on FaceTime and freak the fuck out.

“Good morning sunshine.” She answered from bed. Kim looked just as hungover as you felt. You propped your phone on the bathroom counter and let her examine your current state.

“Kim!”

She leaned in a bit closer and took in the view. You reached your arms out and pulled on the t-shirt. You were in sheer disbelief of where you ended up and you knew she was ecstatic.

“Oh girl, what did you get into?” She giggled.

“I literally don’t know.”

“What did he say this morning?”

“I haven’t seen him yet.”

“I wish you could’ve seen yourself. You were holding onto him like he was your man.” She stuck her tongue out between her teeth, “and he was smiling from ear to ear.”

“Oh god.” You groaned, cupping your face. “What am I going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“First of all, my flight is gone. I overslept. I’m at his house with none of my stuff and I have no idea where he is.”

“Stop stressing. I don’t think he would take you home knowing you had a flight and then not help you out.”

I’ll take care of it, he’d said.

“Keep me updated, okay? I need to get up and start packing myself. But if you need to stay another night at mine, it’s no problem.” Kim said in reference to her and Jalen’s annual postseason vacation. You nodded and let her know that you owed her big time and that you would also not be partying with her anymore.

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When you made it downstairs you were surprised to hear the tiny yap of a puppy followed by the sound of its feet trotting across the floor. The house was immaculate and spacious and it seemed to take the puppy forever to make it to you. You immediately took to the dog and squatted to rub on him. He was young but he was massive. He gnawed at your wrist playfully and you instigated with him, pushing him around lightly. You took in the space, surprised by the warmth of his home.

“He likes you.” A voice bellowed across the living room. You turned your attention towards Aurelien and tried to hold your composure because he was barely dressed. His shorts were dangerously low and although he pulled them up as he walked towards you, they still sank lower on his waistline. Aurelien took the towel that was hanging from the waistband of his shorts and wiped his face. The dog took off towards Aurelien and began nipping at his feet.

“Think so?” You tried to remain casual. You crossed your arms over your bra-less chest. You took the clothes he set out for you and you were thankful that they fit. But with what you wore last night, you hadn’t worn a bra. Simply a thong and pasties. As you covered yourself you became increasingly aware that you were in his house, in his clothes, with nothing on underneath. You were also aware that he was half dressed too and your previous sleepy state was charged with desire.

“Zeus usually hates girls.” Aurelien laughed and picked up the large dog. Every single muscle in Aurelien’s body flexed as he picked up the dog and held him over his shoulder like a baby.

“How many girls have come over for you to figure that out?” You asked with a tilt of your head.

“Mmm considering that he hated my mom and my chef, only two.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes in response because you didn’t fully believe it. “Hungry?”

“Starving, actually.” You said as he put down Zeus who immediately took to being alongside you. Aurelien beckoned you to follow him to the kitchen and Zeus nudged your hand the entire walk over. You would have entertained the dog if you, yourself, weren’t entertained and in a trance over Aurelien’s bareback. His body was undeniably sexy. Imagining how many women got to have this view made you frown and you wished it didn’t.

“So all of this,” you circled your finger around to emphasize the fact his house was massive. “Is it just for you?”

“Mainly for my family. They visit often.” He said and filled the reservoir with water before hitting the brew button. Aurelien leaned on the counter and you were met with his gorgeous smile and gaze. When he looked at you, you felt giddy all over.

Aurelien set the finished coffee pot on the counter and pushed a mug and creamer towards you which you gladly accepted. You were going to need an ungodly amount of caffeine to make it through the day, especially if you were killing time with Aurelien. He stared at you as you blew on the hot drink and then took a sip.

“Good?”

“Perfect.” You released a little moan of pure pleasure which he thought was funny.

“I had fun last night.” His muscles were on full display as he leaned on the counter. “Did you?”

“Mhm…” you took another sip to avoid being the one who was going to bring up what happened last night. You didn’t want to give off the impression that you didn’t enjoy yourself but you didn’t want to skip over the events of last night. You eyed him over the tilted rim of the mug.

“We didn’t have sex,” Aurelien reassured you. “You were asleep halfway here.” He pushed off the counter and walked around the island to stand next to you. You’d be a fool to act as if you were not taking a mental photo of him at this moment to remember how fine he was.

“I don’t remember what the hell happened.”

“I took care of you, that's all that mattered.”

“Thank you, Aurelién.

“Anything for you, belle.

“Anything?” You fluttered your lashes and set down your mug.

“Anything.” He reassured you with curiosity filled eyes.

“What if I asked you to take me back to Kim’s?” You asked. There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes but he nodded before asking you to give him time to shower and change.

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The state that you left Kim’s guest room in made you question who the hell you were 24 hours prior. Your makeup was strewn across the bathroom counter along with a lipstick covered wine glass. That wine was a precursor to a night of unusual endings. Even as you hurried to pick your stuff you couldn’t push the thought of Aurelien out of your mind. He was in Kim’s living room waiting for you. You told him that he didn’t need to stay, that you would call an Uber to the airport but he said that was “ridiculous” and “there’s no way I'm letting you pay for an Uber.” So he got cozy on the living room couch and was occupying himself until you were ready.

The entire ride to Kim’s house was filled with comfortable silence. You shamelessly glanced at Aurelien with his white tee, one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other hand rubbing his jaw.

Aurelien mesmerized you. He had to have known by the way he smirked whenever he caught your eye and he wasn’t shy about him looking you over either. You noticed his eyes kept falling towards the Real Madrid crest that was conveniently located across your braless chest. You wished you hadn’t run into him at the basketball game, purely for the sake of your sanity. Your heart was beating out of control just at the thought of him kissing you and nearly exploding remembering how good it felt to be held around the waist by him. The ease of his touch and the fact he was shameless about his affection was sexy and when you saw the disappointment in other women’s faces over you capturing his attention, you were sickly satisfied.

Your phone lit up from a call, which you answered without glancing at who it was, immediately shoving it between your ear and shoulder to keep your hands free to pack.

“Hey, are you okay? I got a notification that you were at the house.” Kim’s voice came through the line.

“Yeah. I’m good, I’m packing right now.”

“Great, when’s your flight out?”

“I haven’t figured that part out quite yet.” You admitted as you picked up a bikini and tossed it into your suitcase.

“Isn’t that the whole point of you being at my place? To pack?” Kim chuckled and you rolled your eyes at the statement.

“I haven’t gotten around to it but I saw a few leaving about three to four hours from now. I’ll make it home at a decent time if I can book one of those.” You said defensively. The responsible part of you seemingly disappeared over your trip to Spain.

“J and I will be boarding soon but seriously, if you need to stay for a few days you know you can.”

“I wish I could but I have to get back to work.” You groaned just thinking about putting on work attire and walking back into your office as if you didn’t spend a weekend partying with people who made more money than you would ever see in your lifetime. It was a humbling experience each time you went home. “Oh, Aurelién is here with me, by the way. I hope that’s okay?” You held your breath.

“Why is Aurelien there?” Kim whispered as if he could hear her voice and in a paranoid fashion, you walked over to close the door for good measure. “Give me the important stuff, details later.”

Once you were finished with your synopsis of the night, Kim sighed in disappointment. She proceeded to call you boring and no fun at all. Kim loved to pick on you, saying that you were hard to get but that was exactly how you wanted to be. You owed no part of yourself to anyone and that was not going to change — no matter what the relationship status was. Although, as you told her about your night, the idea of being underneath Aurelien sounded dreamy. It was glaringly obvious that you were falling into dangerous territory.

“If you like it, I love it.” Kim settled after she finished her name calling. You loved her to death. She was the big sister you wanted. When you met her while she was studying abroad, it was like you met the other half of you.

“Don’t have too much fun out there in Turks, Kimmy.” You teased her.

“I love you! Don’t forget to text me when you’re leaving okay?”

“I love you too, talk to you soon. Bye.”

You pulled your phone away from your ear and tossed it on the bed. You turned around, letting out an embarrassing shriek at the sight of Aurelien casually standing in the doorway.

“Sorry, I wanted to ask you something.” He leaned against the doorway.

“What’s up?” You turned your back to him and continued to shove your things into your suitcase. The amount of laundry you would have to do when you arrived home was going to be a bitch.

“Did you book your flight?”

“Ugh, no not yet. I’ve got a few more things then I’ll check in again, the last I looked was on our way over.”

“Hmm…” Aurelien scanned you from head to toe and around the room before nodding, “do you need help?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

“You know where I’ll be.” He said with a soft smile

“Help yourself to anything, by the way.” You called out as he walked away.

By the time you were all packed to go and in a fresh outfit, you felt a small sense of relief and a bit more control of the situation than before. Your head was deep in your phone as you walked into the living room, fishing through pages of airlines trying to find the best ticket possible for you and your bank account. You were more than financially stable but you were that way because you were frugal but, as you scrolled on, there were very limited options that were fiscally responsible.

You bent one knee on the couch near Aurelien who was distracted by his own phone, sighing at the decision of having to take what was available. It hurt to think about it but it was best.

“What’s wrong, amour?” Aurelien’s face was in a deep frown at your sighing.

“All of these flights are so expensive.” You mumbled and held back on hitting ‘purchase’.

“Oh, that’s no problem.” He said and it didn’t really register in your mind. “What do you usually fly?”

He was surprised by the airline that you called your favorite.

“Aht, don’t do that,” you giggled, “not all of us are rich by kicking a ball.” You rolled your eyes and sat on your legs.

“Hmm, are you sure that’s what you want to fly?” Aurelien asked without looking away from his phone.

“Yeah, why?”

“I think this is better.” He put his phone out for you to look at his suggestion. You leaned over to look and saw that wasn’t a suggestion, but a whole damn first class ticket.

“Oh my god that’s so expensive. I cannot pay that.”

“It’s not.” Aurelien said simply. “You have to get home?”

“Yeah but spending half my rent is crazy.”

“Who said you were paying for it?” Aurelien cocked his head back and your mouth dropped.

“Aurelien you cannot be serious.”

“I’m not letting you pay for the flight when you overslept because of me.”

“And I’m not letting you pay for my flight because it’s way too much. Seriously, I’ll use my rewards points and money,” You began to ramble anxiously but Aurelien’s face was unchanging.

“Amour,” Aurelien said smoothly and calmly. “It’s not a question.”

“It’s not happening.”

“It is. What time do you want to leave?”

“Aurelien!” You groaned.

“The latest flight is tonight but I’m sure you want to get home before then, no?”

“Aurelién Tchouameni.” You said slowly and narrowed your eyes at him. The smirk on his face was not a good sign. There was no way in hell that you were going to let him pay for you.

“I like when you say my name.” He laughed.

“I would like it if you'd listen.” You scoffed.

“Seriously,” Aurelien said, his hand resting on your thigh as he pleaded his case. You stared him down in hopes that your eyes could command how much you wanted him to listen.

“Seriously.”

“I took care of you last night, let me take care of you now.”

“That’s a lot of money.”

“Money means nothing if it’s about you.”

Aurelien said it so smoothly that it sent sparks through your body and you knew that you were going to give in. You could tell he knew it too by the way his lips lifted up slightly.

“Okay.” You whispered, feeling breathless at the thought of the amount of money he was spending on you. You weren’t even dating him but he was always considering you and what you wanted - but you never had to want for something too long because it seemed like he would give you anything.

“What time do we need to leave?” You asked, unsure of what else to say. Aurelien’s eyes dropped down to his phone then back to you.

“Maybe about two hours from now.” Aurelien replied, his hand still resting comfortably on your thigh. You loved feeling the pad of his fingers sliding across your skin and before you knew it, there were goosebumps on your skin. “Cold?’ He asked.

“No, not at all.” You bit your lip and studied the movement of his fingers and found yourself imagining that very same movement deep inside of you. You hadn’t slept with anyone in a while and it was truly catching up with you. Last night you thought the liquor was the reason behind your serious case of lust but as you sat here with Aurelien, you realized that it was purely just him that made you loopy with desire.

From the way he walked, how he carried himself, the ease of his voice whenever he spoke and how you looked at you. It was impossible to not want him. You loved the curve of his top lip and wondered if it was still as soft as you remembered. If he still kissed you like you were the best thing he ever tasted.. As you fantasized about him and what he could do, you came to reality and thought about what you could do. Without a second thought, you got on your knees and kissed him.

For a moment he was unmoving and uncertain of what he should do but, once you let your hand cup around the back of his neck, you were met with the energy and enthusiasm. He tasted better than you remembered — that random kiss from months ago could not compare. You slid your tongue into his mouth with ease and he was audibly pleased by it. You leaned in deeper trying to satisfy your hunger for him. Aurelien pulled away from you and you immediately panicked.

“You don’t have to do this.” He said softly.

“Do what?”

“This.” He motioned back and forth with his finger between your bodies. “There’s no pressure. You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know I don’t.” You replied without thinking and Aurelien laughed at the speed of your answer.

“You have to be careful.” Aurelien said honestly.

“Why?”

“I can’t say no to you and you need to know that.”

“Then don’t say no.” You said. You climbed on top of him and straddled his large legs. The tiny bit of friction that resulted from you adjusting yourself in his lap was a catalyst for you throwing your pride aside. You leaned forward towards his face, mere inches from his lips. His hands were hot against your bare thighs — you thanked the hot weather for allowing you the opportunity to wear shorts because if not, you would have never known the glorious way Aurelien would squeeze your thighs. You pulled away to study his expression and for a moment, you weren’t sure if you’d done too much. You hoped you hadn’t gone too far, too fast.

“Will you go home and pretend this didn’t happen?” His question stung and deflated your energy. “Or will it be different?”

“Are you going to take me seriously? Or will you just run back to your ex?” You said in a jealous tone. Rarely did you feel threatened by another woman but if he was going to repeat the same behavior from before, there was no need to be on top of him. You weren’t going to back down from the fact you wanted him to be committed. You weren’t going to entertain, ifs ands, buts or maybes. You wanted him to come correct or not come at all.

“I know what I want.” Aurelien’s tone was steady and earnest, his gaze burning through your skin.

“And what’s that?’ You held your breath for the answer, praying that it would be the one word you wanted to hear.

“You.” Aurelien’s answer came out quickly and so did his lips on yours. The satisfaction that coursed through your veins was a rush you never experienced before. To be fair, he gave you things no one had before. With his admitted words in the back of your mind, you took full advantage of the time you had left. His hands grabbed your ass with desperation that you rivaled as you bit down on his bottom lip gently. Aurelien’s lips were soft and plush and so damn kissable that if you missed another flight because of your inability to unlatch yourself from him, you wouldn’t be upset. It was irritating knowing that you would be gone sooner rather than later but you got what you didn’t realize you wanted and so shamelessly needed: Him.

Aurelien’s grasp left your body, his hands fumbling with the button and zipper of your shorts. When his hands slid down into your panties and skimmed your soaking wet flesh you nearly lost your cool. Now, on your best friend’s couch, wasn’t the time to go all the way with him but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a bit of fun. You grabbed his wrist and urged him lower, wanting him to be inside you as soon as possible. He granted your wish and he slid a single finger into you with ease but you still gasped, tilting your head backwards and blew out a shaky, sharp breath. Aurlien’s free hand snaked up the front of your neck then around to the back. His grip was firm enough and felt just right - his hands seemingly sculpted purely to touch you. Aurelien pulled your face close to his but didn’t allow you to kiss him, instead your foreheads touched and you groaned softly anticipating the moment he was going to start thrusting his finger in and out of you.

“Do you want me?’ He asked purely to fuel his ego - what was better than seeing a girl like you, in pure bliss over his touch? What was better than knowing that even though you would be across the world, he was going to give you whatever you wished for? The only thing better was hearing your voice saying that you wanted him back.

“God, yes.” You hummed. The lack of movement was sending you into a spiral. He removed his finger from you but before you could protest, he joined his two fingers together and kept them positioned at your entrance. His fingers circled your skin and you bit your lip to hold back a frustrated expression.

“Show me.” He whispered. “Fuck my hand and show me.” His tone was deep with lust and when you allowed yourself to fully engulf his fingers, a delicious groan emitted from him.

You were in absolute heaven as you rose up and down on his fingers. You rolled your hips around slowly. Aurelien was in heaven too, muttering about how tight you were, how wet you were, about how bad he wanted all of you. Your movements were limited due to your shorts you huffed in annoyance. Aurelien removed his hands as you stood to shimmy off your shorts and underwear. As you moved to straddle him, he stood and kissed you. You stood on your toes to open yourself up more and more because no amount of time would ever satisfy your need for him.

Aurelien’s hands slid in between your legs and he moaned into your mouth at the feeling - you were soaking wet all over his hand. Aurelien took his sweet time to enter you again so you settled back onto flat feet but you were met with a stinging smack to your pussy that sent shockwaves through your body. If it weren't for the fact that the neighbors would think someone was getting murdered, you would have screamed.

“Sit.” Aurelien said and you obliged without a thought. A giggle escaped you because once you sat down on the couch, Aurelien began kissing your ankle that was adorned with a gold anklet. He kissed slowly and methodically up your leg. His tongue was making love with all the right but wrong places - you ready for him to be face deep in your pussy but he continued to take his time. Aurelien’s tongue was warm against your skin but as he moved it around your body, the trail he left behind was turning cold from the air.

“Aurelien.” Your tone was desperate and airy.

“Hm?” He hummed. Aurelien’s mouth was giving your thigh the attention that you so desperately needed against your pussy. He sucked your skin, swirled his tongue, and even bit gently at your thighs.

“You’re teasing.”

“Am I?” Aurelien’s mouth crept closer and closer to your core with each slow sloppy kiss that he took up your thigh. He got up solely to pull you closer to the edge of the couch and force your legs open. Naturally, you leaned backwards onto the couch and you arched your feet, heels leaning on the couch to keep yourself steady. Once you were comfortable, Aurelien assumed his position from before and you were nearly panting for his mouth on you.

“You’re so wet,” Aurelien’s flattened tongue slid up your pussy slowly and your hips bucked in response. He moved his tongue strategically on his way back up, swirling around and sucking on your folds. Your moans were music to Aurelien’s ears. Aurelien finally hit the sweet spot of your clit and when your legs twitched from his touch, he felt his ego swell along with his dick. There were few things Aurelien loved more than making a woman orgasm and now that you were going to be his woman, he needed to send you away on a high.

“God, Aurel.” You gasped as he began eating you out.

Aurelien focused on your clit. He flicked his tongue rapidly and he looked up at you. He loved seeing you with your head thrown back with a heaving chest and closed eyes. He took a mental picture of you and pretty you looked with your legs spread out. He soaked up the taste of you on his tongue. He pulled away to place two fingers inside of you. Aurelien’s fingers curled to meet your g-spot and when his mouth fell back onto your clit to suck on the sensitive flesh, you whimpered. You called out his name over and over and as he picked up his pace, you managed to get even tighter around his fingers.

“Please don’t stop.” You whined and Aurelien hummed against your skin. He sped up his fingers that were thrusting in and out of you. “If you make me come I’m gonna lose it.” You laughed in between pants and for Aurelien, that was a challenge he happily accepted.

You were in daze, seeing stars as he continued to make love to your pussy. Your chest rose and fell with heavy pants, your body not even feeling like your own. You felt yourself slipping into orgasmic territory and you couldn’t hold back to the scream that was coming. You shamelessly called out his name and told him how good he felt inside of you.

His mouth pulled away from you but he kept the rhythm that was helping you reach your peak. He licked his lips and stared at you - your skin was a glorious brown after time in the sun.

“You look so pretty, taking me.” Aurelien admitted. He leaned his left hand down on the couch edge and kissed you. Having your whimpering into his mouth, refusing to be quiet had him on rock hard. Aurelien was grateful for his discipline nature because of that had been years prior, he would have fucked you right them. Aurelien broke the kiss to soak you in. Aurelien wanted treat you like a princess - he didn’t want to just fuck you, he wanted to make love to you. Aurelien ran the whole scenario in his mind and he was desperate to make it happen and as he watched your eyes flutter open to meet his own he knew that he needed to get you back to him ASAP.

“Aurelien,” you gasped and he felt the tightness of you nearly seizing his hands to a stop. You let out a guttural, whimpering moan that turned into a soft scream. You called out his name and when you were done, you went limp and sighed in happiness.

Aurelien pulled his fingers out and licked them clean to which he saw you laugh at. He was shameless too.

“You’re fucking delicious.” He said and your reaction told him everything he needed to know.

You were meant for him. He was meant for you.

The two of you were end game.

——

It was a sweet surprise to board the flight and find out Aurelien got you a lovely first class flight. You were leaving on a high and already itching to get back to him. It went unspoken but you both knew that things had changed, that what transpired is a move in the direction you wanted. You hadn’t stopped smiling. Kim texted you to let you know that she had arrived and you responded with an update that you knew she was yearning for.

You: [attachment: four images]

You: 🥰🤞🏽

Kim: spoiled already i love that for you

Kim: first class 🤭

You: and my man, thank you to MY man

You settled in and texted Aurelién to let him know you were about to take off and he promptly replied back.

Aurelien: miss you already angel, call me when you land 🤍

Aurelien: also think of when you want to come back i need my face in between your legs as soon as possible

— TRANCE

written by mina leigh 𝜗᭪ , nate jacobs 𝔁 f! reader | wc 2500

summary. nate realizes he is the luckiest guy ever. fuck maddy, fuck cassie, he was plotting for you. you’re the most perfect girl that he could’ve ever asked for.

labels. y/n is used , she her pronouns used. nate fantasizes about you innocently and quite naughty, hyper feminine reader, pet names used, mentions of obsession, praise, & stalking, VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. i really recommend reading @annwrites multi - part fic ❝ exactly what he needs ,❞ paired with, yours truly, nate jacobs. as it was inspired by the masterpiece.

nate is in bed, staring blankly at the glow of his phone. it was some mindless scroll through his socials, yet it all felt dull. nothing grabbed his attention the way it used to. not the countless selfies of maddy’s perfectly angled poses, or cassie’s desperate attempts to catch his eye with the glossy smiles she plastered all over the screen.

he let out a breath, locking his phone and placing it face down on the bedside table. his hand trailed absentmindedly toward the blanket, pulling it up a bit to tuck you in, careful not to disturb you.

you were fast asleep beside him, your soft breaths falling into a steady rhythm. nate’s gaze lingered on you longer than it probably should’ve, his eyes tracing the delicate lines of your face. fuck, you were perfect. it was almost criminal how effortlessly beautiful you looked, even now. no makeup, no posing, no pretending. just you.

he leaned his head back into the pillow, the warmth of your presence next to him soothing yet electrifying at the same time. it wasn’t like when he was with maddy or cassie. there wasn’t that constant tension, that need to control, to manipulate. well, maybe a little. but with you, it felt… different. not better, but more intoxicating.

❝ fuck ,❞ nate muttered under his breath, staring up at the ceiling, the faint glow from the moon seeping through the curtains.

he didn’t know how he’d gotten this lucky. not that it was entirely luck. it took planning, scheming. nate wasn’t a man who left things to chance. no, if he wanted something, he took it. he figured out how to make it his, even if it meant crushing a few people along the way.

and you? you were the one thing he hadn’t let slip through his fingers.

the day nate first really noticed you, like really noticed you, something shifted in him. it wasn’t like with cassie, where she was a fleeting obsession, someone he could toy with to get under maddy’s skin. no, you were something else. something more.

it had been a regular day, or at least it was supposed to be. cassie had brushed past him in the hall, giving him a sad, hopeful glance after their situationship had gone up in flames. she didn’t matter anymore, not really. nate had already set his sights elsewhere.

and then, there you were.

you didn’t even notice him at first, just standing there with a few friends, laughing at something dumb, probably something insignificant, but to nate, it was like the world had tilted. your hair caught the light just right, that glossy sheen making him want to reach out, run his fingers through it. and your face —fuck, your face was everything. perfect lips, perfect eyes, the kind of face nate could stare at for hours and never get bored. you had that thing about you, that girl - next - door vibe mixed with something else, something unattainable.

you weren’t loud, weren’t trying to get attention like maddy or cassie always did. you didn’t need to. you had a natural confidence, something soft but undeniable. your style was all femme, skirts and cute tops, nails always done, everything just ... neat. clean. controlled. nate liked that. he loved that.

it was like the universe had handed him exactly what he’d been looking for.

but getting you? that was going to take work. although not that he ever had any difficulty getting what he desired.

nate spent weeks figuring you out. watching. waiting. it wasn’t stalking, not really, he told himself. he was just making sure he knew everything he needed to. where you liked to hang out, who your friends were, what kind of guys caught your eye. every detail mattered.

he’d show up where you’d be, casually at first, nothing too obvious. he made sure to talk to the right people, make himself seem approachable, even charming, though that part came naturally. girls liked nate. it wasn’t hard to use that to his advantage.

he noticed how your eyes would flick toward him sometimes, just a quick glance before you looked away, trying not to let it linger. it was subtle, but nate knew what it meant. you were interested. maybe you didn’t realize it yet, but you were. and he was going to make sure you realized it soon enough.

a few weeks in, he made his move. a simple conversation, nothing too forward. just enough to get you thinking. he complimented your shoes, your nails, shit like that. small things, things other guys wouldn’t notice but nate did. he saw everything about you.

he could tell you liked the attention. your smile was shy, a little flustered even, and that’s how he knew he had you. it was only a matter of time now.

the days passed, and nate played his cards perfectly. you’d started to trust him, let your guard down around him. you laughed at his jokes, blushed when he teased you, and nate reveled in it. every little thing you did only made him want you more.

he liked how soft you were. how feminine. it wasn’t just your looks, though those were enough to drive him crazy on their own. it was the way you carried yourself, the way you made him feel needed, wanted, like he was the only guy who could make you happy.

he’d make sure you never wanted anyone else.

nate was careful, though. he didn’t rush things. he let the tension build, let you get used to the idea of him being around. he didn’t want to scare you off, not like he’d done with cassie. this time, it had to be perfect.

and it worked.

the night he finally confessed, nate couldn’t hold back anymore. it had been driving him insane, keeping it all bottled up, the way he felt about you. it wasn’t just lust, though that was a big part of it. it was deeper than that, more intense. he wanted you in every way, needed you.

he cornered you after a party, pulling you aside when no one was looking. your eyes widened in surprise, but there was a hint of excitement there too. nate could see it.

❝ i can’t keep pretending, y/n, ❞ he started, his voice low, controlled. ❝ i’ve been thinking about you, about us. for weeks. ❞

you blinked, a soft flush spreading across your cheeks. ❝ nate ... ❞

❝ no, let me finish, ❞ he interrupted, stepping closer, his body just inches from yours. ❝ you’re perfect. everything about you. i can’t stop thinking about you, wanting you. ❞ his hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and he smirked when you shivered at his touch. ❝ you deserve someone who sees that. who sees you. ❞

you stared up at him, your breathing shallow, and nate knew he had you right where he wanted.

❝ i hope you understand what i am getting at, i’m that guy, y/n, ❞ he murmured, leaning in, his lips just barely brushing your ear. ❝ i’m the guy who’s going to make sure you’re happy. no one else. ❞

your eyes sparkled, a mix of excitement and disbelief.

❝ nate... i didn’t know you felt that way, ❞ you whispered, biting your lip. ❝ i always thought... ❞

❝ what? ❞ he asked, his voice dripping with possessiveness. ❝ you thought you weren’t good enough? ❞ he let out a dark chuckle, his hand sliding around your waist, pulling you closer. ❝ you’re more than good enough. you’re mine. ❞

you stared at him, wide-eyed, but then you smiled —this soft, sweet smile that made his chest tighten.

❝ i didn’t think i’d be good enough for you, ❞ you admitted softly, looking down for a moment.

nate’s grip tightened around your waist, his hand firm as he pulled you closer, his lips brushing your temple. ❝ fuck that, y/n, ❞ he whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of desire and triumph. ❝ you’re everything i’ve ever wanted. ❞

your arms wrapped around his neck as you hugged him, pressing your face into his chest, and nate let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

he buried his face into the curve of your neck, breathing you in, his hands gripping your waist as he smirked against your skin. you were his now. completely his.

and nate wasn’t letting you go. not ever.

© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024

my love is mine, all mine

summary: a glimpse into how wonderful your relationship with jude is and how you guys complete each other.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

~one~

“i’m jude bellingham,” you attempt to mock his deep voice, while trying to contain your laugh. jude playfully glares at you with his arms crossed against his chest.

“you’re not funny.”

“i am so. you know you wanna laugh,” you replied, smiling brightly in his face. it instantly makes him crack a soft smile but he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of winning.

“no.”

“guys, he’s smiling! he knows i’m funny,” you poked his side while smiling even harder. the camera crew around you guys laugh at the way the two of you got distracted with poking each other and slapping the other person’s hand away.

“you guys have to stay on task. start asking the questions!”

“right right, sorry. i’m jude and that’s y/n,” you waved to the camera as jude introduced you.

“we’re here to see who loves the other person more.”

“no. try again.”

“we’re actually here to basically talk about our relationship. is that better?” jude looks at you with a smile and shakes his head.

“whatever you say m’love. do you wanna ask the first question?”

~two~

wining the match by a landslide had taken so much stress off of jude. he played the hardest he’s ever played. the fans from the opposite team giving him and his teammates an obnoxious amount of hate, only encouraged him harder. alas, he can breathe and loosen his shoulders.

jude looks across the pitch to find you with his family. his brother was the first to notice him looking and smiled at him. jude waves him over and jobe gets the hint, tapping everyone else to follow him across the pitch.

meeting in the middle, jude hugs jobe first. pulling him into a bear hug, causing the younger boy to laugh. moving on, he goes to hug his mom and dad. you stand over to the side giving them a little bit of privacy. you’ve never been the one to get in the way of his family, knowing how close they all were. not that they would’ve minded because they fully expected you and jude to get married, with how long you guys had been together. they seen you as a part of them.

“baby, why are you standing so far? c’mere,” jude pulls away from his mom and dad, immediately looking for you. he holds his arms out, prompting you to rush into his arms.

“congratulations my love. i’m so proud of you,” you whispered into his chest. jude wraps his arms tighter around you and lifts you up, loosen one arm to hook your legs around his waist. your arms find their place around his neck comfortably.

“thank you for being here.”

“i’d travel across the moon for you.”

“i’ll travel across the galaxy for you,” jude replies, while looking deeply into your eyes. you smiled and raised a hand to rest on his cheek. he leans his head further into your touch.

“must you always have to one up me?”

“yes. i would give you the world if i could.”

“luckily for you, you are my world and you’re already all mine,” your eyes gazing from his eyes to his lips. with one arm around your back and the other around one of your thighs that rested on his waist, he smirks.

“and you’re all mine,” jude leans his head closer to you, connecting your lips together. a sweet kiss that never fails to spark a burning desire within you. you pull away before the kiss can get too graphic with you guys still being in a public place.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you too darling,” jude places a quick kiss to your head and hugs your body close to him.

completely forgetting he absolutely still had the mic attached to his jersey. the private moment will be a trending topic for the next morning for sure.

~three~

“i’m ready to shake my ass on this yacht!” you jokingly said, causing jobe to make a face of disgust.

“ew i prefer you didn’t. don’t wanna see what you nasties do on your free time.”

“i prefer you do. actually, can i have a private dance?” everyone around jude groaned and walked away quickly to get on the boat. leaving the two of you to walk by yourselves.

“keep it in your pants bellingham,” you push his chest with a knowing smirk.

“i can’t. it literally has a mind of its own when it comes to you,” it was your turn to make a face mixed with disgust and disappointment.

“you are a perv. stop being nasty,” you pointed at him and walked away from him.

jude starts chasing you, knowing you wouldn’t even have the chance to go far because of his longer legs. he caught you in no time and picks you up, making you yelp in the process, along with nonstop laughter.

“you know you like my nastiness. stop pretending you don’t,” he whispered in your ear and placed a kiss on your neck.

“i do. just maybe not in front of your brother and friends,” you replied with, in between your constant giggles.

~four~

football season was finally over. real madrid winning the final cup had been a dream of jude’s and it came true. you guys took a trip back to england to visit his family and spend time with them. unfortunately, the time zone was messing with your sleep. finding yourself restless, you looked to your boyfriend and gaze over his sleeping figure.

“jude,” you poked his shoulder with a whisper. the sleeping boy didn’t move an inch.

“babe,” you shook his shoulder a little harder and jude hummed softly to you in acknowledgment. still he wasn’t fully awake.

“i can’t sleep.”

“darling it’s like three in the morning,” the roughness of his sleep voice stirred up something within you. curse your boyfriend for being so hot even when he’s half asleep.

“i know, i’m sorry. i just can’t sleep.”

jude sits up and rubs at his sleepy eyes. the moon light from the window shining on his face within the dark room.

“what do you want me to do exactly?”

“stay up with me until i fall asleep?”

the silence was loud as you guys studied each other’s faces in the dark. jude sends a small smile to you and gets fully out of bed. he holds his hand out for you to take and leads you to the kitchen. quiet footsteps pattering around the wood floors.

“let’s have some tea then.”

“okay.”

you sit on the stool by the countertop as you watched jude prepare two cups of tea. he knew exactly how you liked your tea. nothing in it but the tea bag and hot water. he thought it was weird but never mentioned it to you.

“here you go m’love,” sliding the hot tea cup to you and placing himself in the seat next to yours.

“thank you baby. i’m sorry i woke you.”

“it’s not a problem. is anything else wrong or you just really couldn’t sleep?”

“no, i just couldn’t sleep,” you pout, making the boy quietly laugh. he lifts one of your legs into his lap, rubbing the bare skin with his free hand before taking a sip of his own tea.

“well luckily i’m really good boyfriend.”

“oh really?”

“mmhm. who else would wake up at the ass crack of dawn?”

“you have a point bellingham,” you sip your tea to hide your incoming smile. “have i ever told you i love you?”

“hmm, you might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“once or twice? woah, you gotta give me more credit babe.”

“where’s the fun in that sweetheart?” you give him a dead straight look, while jude quietly laughs some more.

“i’m kidding. i love you more,” jude leans over and captures your lips in a kiss. moving to then place kisses all over your face, laughter now spreading out in you.

“not possible. i love you wayyy more.”

“ugh as if.”

for my cama girlies!! working on something fun