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Football Players

Summary: Erling and Reader get into a small fight which then turns into some filthy smut. Slight angst in the beginning, SMUT! 

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“What the hell is this?” Erling asks, walking into your bedroom with disbelief and shock written all over his face. You looked up from your phone and were greeted with a shirtless Erling holding up his Manchester City jersey, only it was about three times smaller than usual. Your eyes widened as you placed a hand over your mouth. 

“Oh, my goodness!” You let out, standing up to inspect the jersey. Erling lets go of the jersey, letting it puddle to the floor as his large hand runs down his face in frustration. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, finding humor in the thought of Erling sporting a cropped version of Man City’s uniform. 

“You think this is funny?” Erling snaps at you, taking you by surprise. You thought Erling would have been laughing with you. You shrug in response, “a little,” you admit, a small smile forming on your lips. He scoffs at you, bending down and snatching the jersey off the floor. He looks at you with stern eyes, anger visible in his blue orbs. 

“I'm gonna be late for practice and it’s all your fault.” He states accusingly, your smile falters as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“What are you- my fault?” You couldn’t even choose what sentence to respond with, anger bubbling in your blood. 

“Yes, you're a grown woman. You should know how to do laundry by now.” He shakes his head in disapproval, walking right past you and into your shared closet. You stood there, dumbfounded by his words. You feel yourself go red, chest heaving rapidly, eyes scanning the now empty space in front of you. You follow him angrily into the closet, your arms folded over your chest. Erling doesn’t even acknowledge you as he searches the racks of clothing for a spare jersey. 

“If that’s how you feel, then maybe you should do your own laundry.” You respond fiercely. You glared up at his side profile, waiting for his response or a change of heart. 

“You know what?” He turns to you, and suddenly you remember how tall he was compared to you. You take a small step back, your confidence fading and the anger in your eyes momentarily flickered with fear. “I will.” He states, turning his attention back to the racks. You open your mouth to respond but before you can, you hear him mutter something under his breath. 

“You never know how to do anything right anyway.” 

You clenched your jaw, your eyes stinging with tears. Erling, noticing your lack of response, turns to you. If it weren’t for your blurred version, you would have seen his hardened expression soften, guilt and regret replacing every trace of anger. You try blinking away your tears, only for a few to squeeze out. Erling reaches for your face, wanting to stroke them off your soft cheeks. You quickly back away, wiping your own tears before turning and leaving him in the closet. He’s quick to follow you, turning you by your shoulder and engulfing you in a tight hug. Your cheek and arms are pressed tightly against his bare chest, tears flowing freely from your eyes. 

“I’m so sorry my love,” he whispers, his Norwegian accent thicker than usual, “I should have never said that.” You let him hold you like this for some time, relaxing into his warm embrace. His large hand gently holds your chin, turning your head so he could see your face. You look up at him through tear-soaked lashes, eyes full of sadness. Erling literally felt his heart shatter, angry with himself for making you feel like this. 

“Please, what can I do for you to forgive me?” He asks, his soft gaze searching your eyes for some sign of forgiveness. You bite your lip, the question making you feel things you shouldn’t. You snake your arms around his neck, bringing the side of his head to your level while getting on your tippy toes. 

“Fuck me.” You whisper in his ear. With only two words, Erling could already feel his cock twitching with excitement. He quickly turns to meet your gaze, wondering whether you were serious or not. He knew you weren’t joking when your eyes, once full of sorrow, were now clouded with lust. Just like that, he forgets all about practice. He places a large hand on your throat, gently pushing you backwards and onto the bed. You sit down on the edge, still looking up at him teasingly and pretending you didn’t notice his raging bulge. He looks down at you with hungry eyes, already feeling the pleasure of your lips wrapped around his dick. He quickly slides down his white shorts and boxers, his monster cock springing free. He hisses as the cold air embraces his throbbing shaft. He grips it firmly, his tip already leaking. Before he can tap his tip against your lips, you put a finger up. 

“No,” you say sternly, catching Erling by surprise, “I said. Fuck. Me.” You remind him. He smirks, slowly undressing you himself. Now completely nude, you lean back on your elbows and bring your knees up before spreading them wide. Erling swallows hard at the sight, your pussy glistening and begging to be fucked by his cock. He crawls on top of you, his lips smashing into yours. It’s sloppy but passionate, your core heating up at the smacking noises. He trails his kisses from your lips to your jaw, then your neck, down the valley of your breast and finally dangerously close to your aching cunt. You watch as he dived down, his tongue plunging into you. You let out a loud moan, your hands gripping his hair tightly. You were so glad he didn’t have it up. He grunts against your pussy with each tug, the sensation sending you further into pleasure. 

“Oh, Erling. Just like that.” You praise him. Your hips jolting with each swirl of his tongue. He reaches a hand up, gripping your breast tightly. His thumb caresses your sensitive nipple. You gasp, overwhelmed by all this gratification. 

“I’m gonna come.” You let out through high pitched moans. He doesn’t even flinch, adding two thick fingers inside you and pumping them rapidly. That’s all you need as the knot in your stomach comes undone. Moans and whines escape your lips as you lose complete control of your body, shivers running up and down your spine. Erling roughly pumped himself at the sight of your orgasm, proud of what he’d done to you. 

Before you could properly recover, Erling stands at the edge of the bed and pulls you toward him, stuffing every inch of his manhood into your raw cunt. It hurt so good. You moan loudly, your tight pussy violently clenching around his girth. He lets out a grunt, your walls feeling slicker and warmer than ever before. He grips your thighs as your legs are up against his chest. With more access to your core, his thrusts became rougher and animalistic. He looks down, watching as he pulls all the way out before slamming back in. All you can do is moan, looking up at him with droopy eyes. His eyes focus on your tits, watching as they jolt with every thrust. He reaches down and slaps one of them, leaving an instant red handprint. You gasp in response, head thrown back against the bed as you grip the sheets beneath you. Sweat begins to build up on Erling’s forehead, soaking the roots of his blonde hair. He reaches down again, only this time placing his large hand around your neck. He applies a tiny amount of pressure which is enough to send you into overdrive. Your walls clench around him even tighter, earning a groan from the giant man above you. You could feel your second orgasm creeping up inside you. 

“Erling,” you struggled to let out.

“I know baby, I know.” He says, his hands tightly grip your waist as he jackhammers into you. He grunts and groans, his cock twitching and pulsating against your walls. He’s balls deep now, struggling to keep up with his previous brutal pace.

“Let go, my love.” He whispers in Norwegian and that’s all you need. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your second orgasm rocks your entire body. Erling thrusts a few more times before you hear him moan your name, his load warming your insides. His limp cock slips out and you whimper at the feeling. Erling collapses beside you, trying to catch his breath. He places his calloused hand on top of yours, his fingers interlacing with yours.

“Do you forgive me?” Erling asks sincerely. You smile, nodding in response. 

“Well, I guess it is my fault you're late to practice now.” You joke, glancing at the clock on the wall. Erling smiles, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. You're too spent to even move, opting to stay in bed naked for a bit longer. After some time, he gets up and slides his boxers on before heading back into the closet. 

“I think this would look so hot on you.” You look up to see Erling holding up the shrunken jersey.  

Summary: Erling Haaland X Reader, SMUT!!

“Never have I ever…naughty edition?!” He reads the title of a little black box, laughing hysterically. You quickly turn your head, looking at him from the kitchen. You run towards him in the living room, attempting to snatch the dirty drinking game from his hand. He continues to laugh, raising the box above your head. You reached as high as you could, ignoring the fact that you would never be able to reach it from his grasp. 

“Why do you have this?” He asks, still laughing at this discovery. 

“For girls’ night,” you say, finally giving up on retrieving the box, “now give it to me please.” You say, putting out your hand. He places the game on your palm with a cheeky smile. 

“How come we’ve never played?” He asks. You roll your eyes, “Uh, maybe because you're not a girl.” He scoffs, watching as you return the box back into the drawer it belonged in. Erling was over at your place to watch the most recent episode of The Last of Us. Ever since the first episode came out, the two of you had a mutual agreement to watch it together. 

“Do girls actually play games like that?” Erling asks his billionth question about the game, following you back into the kitchen. You take out the wine glasses you had previously been looking for, Erling still hot on your heels as you walk back into the living room. 

“Yes, yes we do,” you sigh, unamused by his curiosity. You place the glasses gently on the coffee table, the wine bottle already there. 

“Can we please play?” He asks, placing his hands together in a begging manner. You roll your eyes, why did he care so much about some stupid drinking game? 

“Erling, the episode starts in thirty minutes.” You say, trying your best to change the subject he was dwelling on. “Yeah, thirty minutes,” he says, implying that it was plenty of time.

“If we play one round, will you please shut up?” You finally cave in. He cheers, going back and digging into the drawer you had just placed the game in. You pour the wine in the glasses and sit back on the couch, smiling at his excitement. He sits beside you, holding the box in both hands. He opens it, revealing the pile of white cards. You hand him his glass before plucking one out with your fingers, turning it to read the question. 

“Never have I ever sent a nude pic?” You look up at him, not surprised by the sip he took from his wine. 

“Do I have to take a sip for every person I sent one to?” He asks, smirking as you giggle. 

“We’d be here all day,” You reply, laughing even harder. It was his turn now; he ran his finger up and down the pile before he finally chose one. His eyes scan the question, a smirk forming on his lips. 

“Never have I ever had an orgasm?” He asks and you feel yourself go red. He looks up, his smirk falling instantly as he realizes you’re not taking a sip. 

“No way! Really?” He asks, shocked by this revelation. This made you feel even worse. You shake your head no, confirming your lack of sexual experience. 

“I mean…not even from yourself?” He furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes glancing towards your hands. Your eyes widen and you snatch the box from him. 

“Okay, we’re done now.” You say, shoving the box back into the drawer for the second time tonight. Erling doesn’t say anything, watching you intently as you sit back down on the couch. The two of you just sat there for a few seconds on the opposite ends of the couch, not saying anything. 

“It’s okay if you haven’t had-”

“Please, can we not talk about this? It’s embarrassing.” You quickly interrupt him. It felt so silly, being so upset over your lack of orgasms. Erling wasn’t sure what to do, his mind racing through what to say next. 

“You know, I’ve helped a lot of women with the same problem.” He says trying to lighten the mood. You roll your eyes, not amused by his attempt to make you feel better. 

“Do you want me to help you?” He asks, but something about his tone was different. It was deeper and huskier. You look over at him, trying to find a trace of sarcasm in his demeanor. Instead, you were greeted by his lustful gaze. You felt your core heat up, arousal spreading through your veins. You sat there for a few seconds, debating what the next move was. You bite your lip before nodding your head. Erling smirks, sliding himself to your side of the couch. You face him entirely, your legs on top of his lap. His fingers toying with the hem of your pajama pants. 

“Let me take this off for you,” He offers. You nod as he grabs the waistband, sliding them off your legs. You bring your knees up and spread your legs in response. His eyes instantly land on your clothed cunt, already soaking wet. He bites his bottom lip, his cock growing harder at the sight. You feel yourself go red and quickly close your legs. 

Erling looks back at you, placing his large hands on either knee, “you want me to help, don’t you?” He asks. You nod, relaxing a bit from his warm touch. 

“Good,” he mutters under his breath before gently spreading your knees apart. He skillfully removes your panties, the cold air making you shiver. Erling had to fight back every urge to remove his own clothing and slam his aching cock inside you. He reaches for one of your hands, bringing it up to your face. 

“Lick your fingers, Y/N.” He instructs. You wrap your lips around two of your fingers, staring straight into Erling’s soul. He lets out a low groan, visualizing how your lips would look wrapped around his pulsating dick. You release your fingers, wet and glistening with your saliva. He brings your hand down to your core, placing two fingers on your clit. You gasp, already feeling immense pleasure from the light touch. 

“Rub in circles,” he instructs again, releasing his grip from your wrist. You bite your lip, tracing circles on the bundle of nerves. Moans and whimpers spilled from your lips, getting higher in pitch as you quickened your pace. 

“That’s good,” Erling whispers to you as he watches intently, palming himself through his sweatpants. You were in so much pleasure, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. Maybe it was the fact that your walls kept clenching on absolutely nothing. You quickly stop, Erling stopping with you. 

“I think I need you inside me.” You quickly say Erling stares deep into your eyes before quickly stripping his sweatpants and boxers off. His hard cock sprung out, veins prominent and precum spilling from the tip. You remove your tank top, your nipples already hard with arousal. He crawls on top of you, placing your legs over his shoulders. He groans, pumping himself a few times, before ramming inside you. You moan loudly at the intrusion, your walls tightening around his girth. He plants his palms on either side of your head, his pace becoming brutal and quick. You hold onto your tits, squeezing them as his cock gets deeper and deeper inside you.

“Do what I told you to do.” He grunted. You quickly bring your fingers up to your lips, licking them before using them to pleasure yourself even more. Erling looks at your tits, enjoying how they bounced with each harsh thrust. He then stares down at your cunt, watching as your fingers lazily rubbed circles on your clit. You can’t even control the noises coming from your mouth. Erling groans and grunts, his balls smacking against your sore cunt. You feel a knot begin to tighten in your core. 

“I think I’m coming,” you let out and Erling leans closer to you, his lips tickling your ear. 

“Then do it,” He grips your hips, fucking into you faster than before. You hold onto the back of his neck, gripping his hair tightly. His tip grazes that sweet spot inside you and that's all you need. You let out a cry, the knot coming undone as your whole-body quivers and shakes. Erling pulls out, pumping himself wildly. He grunts as his cum spills onto your bare chest. You bite your bottom lip, trying to regain control of your body again. 

Summary: Diego Lainez x Latina! Reader, fluff!

“What the hell is that?” Diego exclaims, frantically moving his head around as you try to place the makeup headband on his head. Diego was sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard as you sat on his lap. You huffed, backing off a bit. 

“It’s just to keep your hair out of the way,” you answer. 

“Oh,” he says, calming down instantly. You laugh softly, placing the headband on his head. He looks up at you with that goofy smile. 

“Pareces niño,” (You're like a little kid) you jokingly say, shaking your head. You had finally convinced Diego to let you do your skincare routine on him. You had all your skin care products aligned on the bed, Diego bewildered by all the essentials. 

“¿Y esto?” (And this?) He asks again, holding up your pink tweezers. You smile, taking the tweezers from him and pretending to pluck your eyebrows with it. 

“Wait, you’re not gonna do that to me…right?” He asks, slightly worried. You rolled your eyes. 

“¿Me vas a dejar hacer esto o que?” (You gonna let me do this or what?) you ask, growing impatient. He puts his hands up in surrender.

“Do your thing girl,” he says, placing his hands on your thighs, “I’m all yours.” He smirks. You smile and playfully roll your eyes. You grab your charcoal peel off mask, squeezing the thick black liquid onto the back of your hand. He watches as you grab a silicone face mask brush before instructing him to close his eyes. He does as he's told, and you brush on the liquid. 

“Mm, it feels nice.” He mumbles, his whole demeanor relaxing. You smile, continuing to smoothly apply the product.

“Now we gotta wait 5 minutes,” you say, getting up from his lap. He opens his eyes, “¿Cinco minutos?” He furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Don’t move your face” You instruct. He quickly relaxes his face, worry laced in his eyes. You chuckle, reassuring him that it was fine. You put some music on in the background, hoping the time passes by fast. 

“Siento que soy tu,” (I feel like I’m you) He says, staring at himself in the mirror. You laugh as he pretends to act like you, exaggerating your mannerisms. 

After five minutes, it was time to peel off the mask. He was sitting on your vanity, ready to get the mask off. As soon as you begin to peel off the mask, he begins wincing. 

“Ow, ow, espera!” he exclaims, you grimace. You were afraid this would happen. 

“Come on, pain is beauty,” you say, trying your best to lighten the mood. You reach for the mask again but Diego quickly turns his face away. 

Summary: Neymar x Famous! Reader, fluff!

Y/N Y/L/N, your name held so much beauty and power. A person like you deserved to have all the limelight, and you did. Everyone was obsessed with you, how you dressed, how you acted, how you spoke, and the list goes on. Sure, you had a good number of haters, but they were miniscule compared to your millions of fans. Not only did you have fan attention, but you also had the attention of other famous people. You were always shocked to find instagram DMs from people you least expected. Usually, you maintained a friendly approach when DMing other celebrities, primarily because dating other famous people was just too much drama. But with him, it was different. 

Neymar knew who you were, seeing your face appear on billboards and the ethereal instagram posts you uploaded. He had never spoken to you directly; afraid he’d make a fool out of himself. Sure, he was famous too, but it was nothing compared to your fame. He was a star, but you were the moon. You were so far out of reach for him, and he was desperate, getting tired of admiring from behind the scenes. When he sent that DM, he had to fight back the hope that you would answer. He tried to reason with himself, maybe this was all just a silly celebrity crush. But he knew it was deeper than that. He always found himself watching interviews of you, falling in love with the way your eyes showed every emotion and how your lips curled into that beautiful smile. 

You were aimlessly scrolling through social media when you got the notification. You had to read it about ten times before you actually believed it was real. He had replied to your story, bela. You could feel your entire body heat up, Neymar Jr in your DMs? Insane. 

Neymar was shocked to see your fast response, wasting no time opening your message. He chuckled at your response; all the worry lifted from his shoulders. You had returned the compliment, belo. 

Like clockwork, the DMs transitioned into text messages and the text messages became video calls. The next step was clear, meeting in real life. You knew exactly what to do, you had been invited to an award show and you wanted him to be your plus one. He happily agreed, counting down the days until he could finally hold you. 

The day had finally arrived, you were adorned in a beautiful black dress, your hair flowing beautifully, and the gold accents from your jewelry making you look breathtaking. The cameras flashed like crazy, cameramen shouting for you to spare them the slightest glance. 

Summary: Kylian Mbappe x reader, breeding kink SMUT!

Kylian was a sucker for raw dogging, he couldn’t even remember the last time he bought condoms. He loved the idea of coming inside you, risking the possibility of impregnating you. The thought of filling your cunt with his seed did unimaginable things to him. He didn’t mind if you actually ended up pregnant because in all honesty, that was his primary goal. It was the ultimate way of marking you as his, and only his. 

Ditching the condom was a mutual thing and you were fully aware of this kink. The both of you agreed on using other forms of safe sex, such as birth control. You didn't mind this at all, you actually enjoyed and encouraged it, the both of you benefiting from the immense pleasure. You loved feeling every ridge of his cock as he rammed himself inside you and he loved the raw feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around his girth. 

He would be on top of you, missionary style. His thrusts were slow but rough, dragging out and slamming back in. You would be under him, holding onto his back, nails leaving crescent shapes on his shoulders. He held your hips against the bed, anchoring you down as his hips did all the work. Your eyes would be slammed shut, enhancing the feeling of his cock stretching you to your limit. He grunted with each thrust, your walls getting tighter and tighter. 

“I’m gonna cum deep inside you,” he whispered huskily in your ear. He slipped out of you, earning a whimper from you. He stood at the edge of the bed and dragged you towards him. You giggled as he placed your legs over his shoulders, giving him more access to your pulsating cunt. He didn’t even hesitate, his large cock ramming into you. You moaned loudly, your wet walls welcoming him instantly. You stared up at him, mouth agape as moans and whimpers spilled out. He watched your face intently, loving the way your cheeks were flushed and the way you whispered his name.

Summary: Richarlison x Reader, size kink SMUT!

Richarlison loved being taller than you. To him, you were delicate and fragile. He felt like your knight in shining armor, protecting you from all the bad things in the world. He would always be holding you, whether his strong arms were wrapped around your waist or his fingers interlaced with yours. Even if you had a closet full of sweaters and jackets, Rich would always insist you wear his. Firstly because they would make you warmer and secondly because he loved the way his clothes made you look even smaller. 

Ninety percent of the time, he was always gentle and soft with you. You loved how careful he was with you but sometimes you preferred the other ten percent. 

You knew there was a different side to his love for your size difference, noticing how he always took you in front of the large mirror placed strategically in front of the bed. You would be on your knees with your cheek pressed against the sheets, Richarlison ramming into you from behind. His eyes would never leave the mirror, watching his large frame destroying your small one. One hand would grasp your forearms behind your back and the other would grip the back of your neck. Your body would jolt forward with each harsh thrust, you were completely under his control. His large cock mercilessly fucking into your tight, little cunt. He was so big you swore you could feel him in your stomach. 

“You look so hot taking my cock like this,” he would praise you, grunting as he continued slamming into you. You couldn’t even respond, drool dripping from your lips and soaking the sheets. You arched your back, giving Rich more access to your aching pussy. He would grip your hair, pulling you up against his bare chest. Even like this, his body still dominated yours. Your ass cheeks clapped against the base of his cock, your cunt clenching tightly around his length. You were so weak, eyes closed and body numb.

“Look at how small you look,” He would whisper in your ear, his eyes staring at the reflection. You used every bit of strength left inside you and opened your eyes. Your tits were bouncing, ribs poking out from your arched back. Rich was behind you, almost looking like a giant compared to you. Rich’s teeth were clenched and he was sweating heavily from thrusting so brutally. With his free hand, he grabbed yours and rested it on top of your navel. 

“Feel that?” He asks huskily and you certainly did. Each time his cock slammed into you, you felt the slightest bulge. You nodded your head, strings of moans leaving your mouth. He released his grip from your hair and you landed face first on the mattress. His hands planted on your hips, drilling into you faster than before. He grunted, watching through the mirror as you lost complete control of your body. The pleasure of his cock slamming into your sore pussy was almost too much. Your body became overwhelmed, your cunt subconsciously clenching tighter and tighter. His thrusts became messier and sloppier, before finally spilling himself inside you with an animalistic grunt. His warm seed triggered your release, your legs quivering in a euphoric state. You whimpered as he pulled out, the both of you collapsing onto the mattress. 

You shivered, the coldness of the room finally hitting your bare body.  

Summary: Yassine x reader in the locker room, smut!

The idea of making love to you in forbidden places was a thought that never failed to harden his cock. 

You both had arrived at his football practice thirty minutes earlier and it was practically a ghost town. You had underestimated the traffic and were now in the locker room waiting for the rest of the team to show up. You didn’t even have to say anything to each other, telepathically understanding what was bound to happen. 

Yassine was sitting on the bench, your legs wrapped around his waist. He trailed butterfly kisses from the top of your breasts all the way up to your jaw. You moaned softly, your head rolling to the side. He pulls away, glancing up at the clock on the wall. 

“Let’s be quick, we have 20 minutes” He says and you both quickly remove your clothing, only remaining in your shirts. Yassine returns to his seat, legs slightly spread, revealing his erect cock. You sit on his lap, your back to his chest. 

“You’re so beautiful, habibi,” Yassine whispers sweet words to you as he caresses your bare thighs, reminding you of the beauty you held. Even with no time for foreplay, Yassine always found a way to praise and worship your body. 

He reaches down, using one hand to grip his throbbing dick. He teases your entrance with his tip, smirking at the little noises escaping your lips.

“You ready?” He whispers in your ear sending shivers down your spine. You nod, placing your hands on his large thighs as you sink down on his aching cock. You moan in unison as your walls instantly clench around his girth. You sit on his cock, warming him up as he sucks on your neck. Yassine gently messages your tits, playing with your sensitive nipples. You feel him twitch inside of you, and you moan loudly. You begin to grind on his dick, Yassine grunting at the feeling. You lift yourself up before slamming back down on him, his hands instantly flying down to your hips. He glances down, watching the way your ass bounced with each thrust.