len:)

my name is lena, and i'm ecuadorian (my first language is spanish). i'm 20!

i write for football players, f1 drivers, other sports, and celebrities (usually dilfs)

my requests are open! try to be the most specific you can, i write fluff, angst and smut :)

please, be patient! I have multiple responsibilities, but I try my best to deliver asks fast.

michael olise x designer¡reader

summary: michael rewards his pretty girl after her first own runway

warning: smut, established relationship, proud fiancé, unprotected sex, fingering, praise kink, dom¡michael, penetrative sex (p in v), slight mirror sex.

note: i apologize if there’s any spelling errors, english is not my first language. remember you can request any blurb or oneshot idea on my page. thanks!

+ it could've been longer, but I wanna know if you like it:)

you couldn't be more happy, it was all going amazingly. the models were doing an incredible job, your designs looked spectacular and people seemed very happy to be there.

and there you were, about to enter the runway with a piece that didn't get to be shown. a short red dress with a bow on the left shoulder, made with matte satin, and complemented with two white lace gloves.

"thanks! thank you very much to everyone, from the makeup artists, to the models who have done an exceptional job. but i have to thank you all for coming and supporting me today." your words came out with a smile

everyone on the room stood up and clapped. but your eyes were locked on the man at the end of the stage: your fiancé. michael was applauding like nobody else, and the look in his face showed nothing but pride.

so that was it, the most important applause was there. and it wasn't going anywhere.

after 30 minutes of press, a lot of photos with influencers your media manager had someway gotten there, and thanking at least half the people who had come personally invited by you. with michael by your side.

"it was perfect, i loved it! and i need the info on that yellow gown, cause that would make the perfect look for the ballon d'or ceremony!" katie, kane's wife had been a sweetheart since michael had joined bayern

"of course, i'll send you the deets the instant i'm able to!" you said goodbye to the both of them with a hug, finally being able to go and get your man

he was waiting for you as he talked with one of the project managers in this event, he looked happy and calm, which was always an amazing sign. he received you with a soft kiss and his hand made his way into your waist, caressing the material that wrapped it.

you were too tired and michael suggested you two went home, you were walking towards the parking lot before he even finished the sentence. he opened the car door for you, and you got in with a smile and your eyes looking up at him with desire. he got the memo, you knew that but you couldn't help to play a little more with his silence.

once he got into the car, his hand flew to your thigh to squeeze it with a bit of force before starting the car. his eyes fixed on the road, but his hand making his way into the inside of your thigh.

"you did so good, baby..." this man knew what got you going too damn well, "i'm really proud of you, you know that, right?"

"yes, love" your voice came out dry, you were so centered on how his digits lingered on your thigh

"i think you deserve some love, pas vrai?" his voice became so deep when he spoke french, you could cum just with his voice

"i do" a smirk spread on your face as you responded, you couldn't wait to get home

his fingers sank on your center making you gasp, if this was happening a year ago when you had just began dating you would be so embarrased to be this wet with only him talking, but the type of trust you had with this man was only acquired by time and a ton of sex.

"putain... you're ready to be fucked, aren't you?" for being the most non-chalant person in public, he was a real talker on this sense. you only spread your legs wider for him to have better access

his fingers hooked the edge of your underwear and pulled them down just enough to bury his fingers in your center without warning; but you were wet enough to let them slide in and out at his leisure.

this wasn't even close to the length he hides behind those pants, but it stretched you out enough to make you moan. his smile spread as he sank his digits.

"michael..." his eyes were focused on the road, you were sure he was going over the speed limit but your mind was centered on clenching around his fingers.

"so tight for me, mon amour?" you nodded immediately, letting out some more moans for his delight, but he stopped and brought his coated fingers up to his mouth

"no, no, no, why?" you whined at the feeling of emptiness and opened your eyes

either you hadn't noticed how long the trip was or the speeding tickets were going to arrive next week, but he was parking on the outside of your home.

"so needy" he smiled and kissed you before getting out of the car, he made his way around the car to open the door for you.

without wasting a second you got into your home, you started getting off of your heels. "leave them on, go upstairs" the authority in his voice made you clench around nothing

you obeyed and ran upstairs, you made yourself comfortable on the bed without getting naked. after a few minutes, he entered with two bottles of water and a smirk in his face when he posed his eyes on you.

"you look so pretty in that dress, baby" his hands traveled from your ribs until they rested at the sides of your hips, he started leaving sloppy kisses in your neck, "so bad i need to take it off..."

"please..." you let out a moan, you needed him to fuck you senseless

"just because you asked so nicely" now you smile as he took of his button up shirt. your hands traveled on their own to his abs, you knew how hard he worked on the gym and fuck, did you enjoyed these results.

"get up, baby" you did, standing fully dressed in front of him, "you did so good tonight. i know how hard you've worked on this" he walked around you until standing behind you, his warm hands posed on your neck

he undid the zipper slowly, killing you with impatience. you felt his breath on your neck as he left one single kiss on that sensitive spot on your neck.

"it made me real happy to see you up there, i just wanna let you know this because i know i'm not always the best demonstrating in other ways" the dress slipped down to the floor, and he admired you trough the mirror in front of your bed

"you look absolutely stunning" his hands caressed your body covered in only a black lace lingerie set you knew he loved. his hands held your boobs on replacement, taking your perky nipples between his fingers. wasn't long before he went for your underwear.

he just pulled them down, and without a waste of a second he slapped your bare ass; a slight moan left your mouth to his pleasure. his hands made their way between your legs, and without a doubt you opened them wider.

his fingers explored your folds before finding your bundle of nerves and starting circles on it. your legs felt weak, still standing on your heels. he dipped a finger inside, then two.

"michael..." his name slipped out your mouth with such lust, the rhythm he had settled with his fingers without stopping the focus on your clit was amazing

you were coming soon, and he knew that by the way you were clenching around his fingers and your legs trembling. with his free hand he undid his own pants and got out of them fast.

he quickly shifted your positions, leaving you with your ass in the air and your chest pressed against the mattress. he gave your ass a smack before rubbing it and replacing his fingers with his cock.

you became a mess with your moans, letting them out against the mattress.

"let me hear you, belle" his voice could've made you come right then, but you knew he wanted your for longer, "you're always so perfect for me, aren't you?"

his thrusts were hard and steady, hitting right on that spot he knew made you crazy. he was never loud, but it was enough hearing him panting and growl with pleasure.

"so good for me..." his dirty talk was always reserved for the bedroom, but heck, didn't you love when he talked to you like that.

"faster, please" he heard you and obeyed. "I'm gonna... fuck" his fingers trailed over your pussy again, finding your clit and circling it with a perfect rhythm

it wasn't long before you came, you could get a nice view of your juices dripping down from his cock in the mirror. he kept his thrusts, but now more slow before filling you up with his cum.

"putain..." he slowly slid out of you; the sensation of emptiness made you let out a small squeak. you both collapsed onto the bed, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. "how did you like my present?"

you laughed before replying, "i loved it, maybe i should do another show soon"

summary: let it be a surprise. just fluffy and relationship shit.

note: i apologize if there’s any orthography errors, english is not my first language. plus tell me if this is too long or too short, cause i feel i got carried away but also feel like it could be longer. thanks!

if you’ve ever wished for something, it was that erling wasn’t as busy as he was most weeks. however, in days like this it was almost a blessing.

you had prepared a surprise dinner for the two of you, wanting to show erling your acknowledgment for how much effort he was putting into the world cup training.

you’d made a perfect steak, mashed potatoes, an amazing salad, and bought a good wine. you had until 8 pm to finish all the details.

it was 7:45 pm, you were putting on a good outfit, but not too much. you knew erling came freshly showered after training, but he came home in joggers and hoodie set.

why were you so nervous? you had cooked for him before, if anything was wrong, he’d never complain about it. he was the most thankful person you’ve ever met.

maybe it was the fact you were telling him you were pregnant. it could be.

you had found out that morning, an hour after he left. your period was two weeks absent, it wasn’t casual, you were worried. not for the pregnancy, but because it wasn’t something you had planned.

you knew he wanted kids. you’d talked about it. but not for it to happen now, it was somewhat obvious. he was in the peak of his career.

did you fear his reaction? maybe. your reaction wasn’t pretty either, you had cried, laughed and questioned your future, all in the span of an hour before you called your mom.

“why aren’t you happy?” her question made your stomach close, you didn’t understand the reason for your mixed emotions, “you’ve wanted to be a mom for as long i can remember. am i wrong?”

you shook your head, your mom’s eyes softened and she smiled with a relief sigh.

“i know it’s scary. i felt it too. but erling and you have a precious love between the two of you, why would something that came out of that love be bad?”

those words had resonated on your mind since you closed that call. she was right. erling loved you, that wasn’t a doubt. but did he want this as much as you did?

the sound of the door opening dragged you back to the dinning table, where you were awaiting for erling. you heard him leave his stuff on the floor as he entered.

“my love? wow, it’s smells incredible!” he said while walking towards the table. his eyes opened in surprise as he saw all your preparations. “you know our anniversary isn’t for another month, right?”

“i know, dummy. sit down” you greet him with a kiss and he smiles in your mouth as you do, “eat, tell me how it is”

“i bet my whole family this will be the best meal that my mouth is gonna touch,” he smiles, he doesn’t waste another second and took a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth

he groaned with approval, that made you happy. at least he enjoyed his dinner before the news.

“i’m happy you like it.” you started to eat as well, you congratulated yourself in your mind, it was really good.

“like it? i love it. what do i owe this pleasure to?” he continued enjoying his plate as he ended talking

“nothing, i just know you’ve been busting your ass off due to the world cup. and i wanted you to know i love you. more than anything in this world.”

his hand got yours, and caressed it for a second before talking.

“i love you more. thank you, for this and for everything, really, you’re the best.” he smiled as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it carefully

the evening continued with the usual routine of asking how his day was, if anything new happened in training, if he had the chance to talk to his family, etc.

“aren’t you having some wine?” he asked as he filled his glass with the red juice

“nop, i’m sticking with water tonight” your fingers wrapped around your own glass and took a long sip. you were trembling underneath the table, your leg shaking continuously

he continued to talk about some changes the team had made into the tactics, but you couldn’t focus on anything but the news you were about to give.

“do you wanna watch a movie? you can choose this one” he said smiling, but you flew out of your seat before he could even get up

“wait, don’t move. there’s one more thing.” you said as you walked—ran—to the kitchen for the little box you had made for the surprise

it wasn’t that elaborated as you would’ve wanted, but, it was perfect. at least for the short notice.

his smile grew bigger, “god, another gift? thanks, my love” you put the box in the table as he grabbed you and pulled you into his lap

“open it.” your expectancy showing through your words

his fingers opened delicately the box, you felt his body tense underneath you. his eyes scanned the content for a second before asking.

a stuffed bunny, a baby norway jersey, some baby mittens and the pregnancy test that stated “pregnant”.

“what— is this a… wait, what?” his words stumbled into gibberish, he couldn’t formulate a coherent thought

your eyes had started to fill with tears and your voice shook between your words

“i’m.. i’m pregnant. i know it wasn’t the plan but-” you were interrupted when he pulled you into a hug

“this is the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me” his voice cracked, your tears wetted his hoodie, your hands ran through his hair with caress

“do you really think so?” you asked after a few seconds into the hug

“of course, love. what else would it be?” he said as he took distance to look you in your eyes

“you are just beginning the best part of your career.” your explanation sounded so incoherent when it came out of your mouth

“do you think i care more about my career than my life with you? i’d give anything to have a family with you.” he cleaned your tears with his thumbs and a smile drew in your face

“fuck. i feel so stupid for even doubting this was a happy moment.” he laughed, leaving a kiss in the corner of your mouth

“i’m sorry if i ever made you think that. i’m more than happy to have a little bundle of us.” his smiled could heal every inch of your heart that had been hurting

“we’ll have a little haaland coming our way in 9 months…” thinking about it was one thing, but saying it out loud still felt unreal. the mere fact of knowing you would go from being two to becoming three made you weep with emotion all over again

“i can’t wait for it, you’ll be the best mommy.” his hands flew to your belly for a gentle rub, “but i doubt he’ll or she’ll be little. you do know i was almost 9 pounds at birth, right?”

“wait, what?” you laughed and shook your head, "well, i'm happy to have your giant babies."