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The gym was quiet at this time of night. The air conditioner cooling the entire space was your only remedy during the training sessions from hell. It seemed like he hated you, with how hard Dominik's been pushing you to work harder. It's been close to everyday for a couple weeks now. You guys knew eachother, heard of eachother in the sports industry and got closer by coming to the same gym.

Maybe a little bit of it was schemed by you. No one could blame you, everyone would ask him for a spot if they saw him shirtless and lifting twice their bodyweight.

Anyways, he's been sort of your personal trainer since then. He'd do his own work out before you came in and then spend the rest of his time spotting and encouraging you. It was nothing loud or pushy, Dominik's always been quieter than the rest of his team, it was more like.. quiet whispers of "you can do it, just one more time" while you were fighting for your life.

If you were fighting for your life because the weight was too heavy or because his voice in your ear made you so fucking wet you couldn't think or breathe or see properly, well.. nobody knows.

You opened the door to the private gym. 9PM, he had texted you earlier. Scanning your membership card, you advanced into the equipment room, only to see him loading weights onto the squat rack. Ten, fifteen, twenty.. by the time he noticed you, he had put on 5 kilograms more than your PR.

He only looked up because he heard your dramatic groan and when your eyes met, Dominik laughed quietly. "You can do it, I wouldn't do this if I thought you couldn't." He reassured in his slightly accented English.

"There's no way I can do that, I barely reached my previous record." You complained, slipping off your outside shoes and the sweatpants you were wearing over your gym shorts.

"That's why I'm here to help, isn't it?" He whispered, and you swore your internal body temperature skyrocketed. Your entire face warmed and all your limbs began shaking before you even touched any of the weights.

"Are you alright?" He slipped away from the squat rack and approached you, tilting your head up with a few fingers. Seeing how red you were, Dominik pressed the backside of palm to your cheeks and forehead. "You're very warm.. are you sure you're ready to train? Are you sure you're not sick?"

"No, I'm.. I'm definitely not sick. It's just hot in here." You lied, smooth enough for anyone else. But he's a goalkeeper, he reads player's body language as much as he reads the ball and with that knowledge, he was halfway to becoming a profiler.

"If you say so.. but that means you can lift this without complaining." He smiled, heading back to the equipment.

"Ugh.. you can't expect me to not complain." Rolling your eyes, you got up and followed him over to the rack.

"You know how to hold it, c'mon.."

You'd also know how to hold something else if he gave you the chance, but that's.. a conversation for another time.

"Wider legs. Don't cut corners." He scolded gently, like he was handling a rowdy bunny and not a grown woman. But god, you couldn't process any information properly when the man of your recent dreams just told you to spread your legs. Well, not for the reason you wanted, but it still sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

"Bar behind your shoulders.. goooood." He drew out that last word, saying it while helping you into that flawless form. "Heavy, right? You're stronger than it, I know you are." He reassured, collecting the hair that had flew out of your ponytail and slipping them back into the hair tie. You could've slipped to your knees for him right then and there. Then he would've have a better reason to tie your hair.

"Ready now? Slowly. You can do it." He stepped back to give you space. It burned, the painful sensation spread through your entire body. Your knees, your hips, your thighs. Everything was under pressure.

"I can't--" You tried, but got silenced.

"You can, you're doing it right now. Don't waste your breath on words, you need it. Breathe out when going down. I'm right here if you slip, but you won't." He encouraged, watching your form with observant eyes. "You've done this so many times.. I've seen it."

When you pushed with all your strength and finally stood up, Dominik rested his hands on your hips, explaining something about placement or form or something else you couldn't think about because ohlordhestouchingyou!

"Slower, don't rush." Dominik whispered, letting go of your hips when you began squatting again. "There we gooo, amazing." He praised, his eyes crinkling as well when he smiled. "See? I knew you had it in you. Three more, get to five. C'mon."

It was like his praise lit a fire inside you. You wanted to get it right, you wanted to meet his standards. The next three came easy.. well, easy enough. Every muscle burned, but the pain drifted away everytime he told you how amazing you were doing.

"And that's five. Good, take a rest." Dominik handed you his ice cold water. "Few sips. Not gulps. Bad for you."

"Yeah, yeah.." You rolled your eyes. You've heard that sentence probably everyday for the past month.

"I'm very serious, I don't want you sick. I want you getting stronger and better." He insisted, the weights he was stacking onto the deadlift barbell already clinking together. "Can we try another new PR? Or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow. Please." You begged, to which Dominik laughed.

"Alright.. only because you did so well squatting."

You bent over to lift the barbell. He stood behind you to fix your form. It took all your self control to not rub up against him.

He placed a hand on your back, pushing it in slightly. "Straighter back. Wider legs. Perfect." He purred, stepping a half-step back to let you lift. "You can do it.. good, how perfect."

That sentence made you want to moan. He had no idea the affect he had on you. He had no idea you wanted him to slam you against these gym walls and fuck you until you were crying..

.. right? He definitely didn't wanna do the same thing. . . Right?

Well, wrong. Because all Dominik could think was how amazing you looked bending over, squatting. He was better than this, he told himself, he was genuinely in love with you for your looks and for your personality.. so, why is he acting like a moron and only focusing on how hard he was getting?

He was better than this. You deserved better than this. But dammit, for once, could he just be selfish? His entire career was made saving crazy shots and passing the ball. For once, he wanted to be the striker that got said crazy shot, who kept the ball all to himself the whole run.

"Was that 10?"

Your voice snapped him out of his daydream.

"H-- huh? Sorry?"

"I asked.. was that 10 deadlifts? And are we done for the day?" You smiled. Innocently. Because you definitely didn't notice the tent in his shorts, oh, no! You definitely weren't looking there!

"Y-- yes, amazing. Go change, go shower.."

"Come with me."

"What?" Dominik coughed. "What did you say?"

"I said.. come with me." Your voice lost the edge of confidence you had randomly gained because.. had you read this situation all wrong? Was he gonna be reporting you for sexual harassment or something?!

You felt your hand getting cupped. Then your wrist getting grabbed.

And soon, you were getting dragged off to the showers.

Hell yes.

"Guys, it's closing time, we really need you two out.." An employee murmured, to which he only got that death glare from Dominik that only his defenders got after a stupid move. "On second thought.. stay for another hour while we clean up the equipment-- okay, you're already gone.."

In the changing rooms, he was already all on your lips. Messy. Kisses half on your lips and half on your chin, already trailing down to your jaw and neck. He was so awkward in interviews, so calm on the field.. all of that was gone now. All he felt was this warmth deep in his gut that would not calm down unless he was either 2 fingers or 7 inches deep in you.

"Take this off." He snapped the band of your sports bra. Not too hard, of course, he was still gentle with everything except your poor lips. The ones on your face, that is.

When your top left your skin, his large hands were already cupping your boobs, thumbs sliding over the hardened nipples. Your own hands went down to your gym shorts, pulling them down with your panties.

He nudged you into the gym shower before taking his own clothes off aswell. Rock hard abs, biceps that could definitely choke you out if he squeezed hard enough. You'll check that theory later.

He joined you as soon as his boxers hit the bench he placed them on, because ew, not on the gym bathroom floor.

You had already set the water to a nice warm temperature when his lips met yours again. His hands slid under your thighs, grabbing them and lifting them around his waist. Then, his hands slid upwards to squeeze your ass and hold you by it.

You were already dripping wet from the foreplay beforehand (aka him whispering in your ear and guiding you around), so even though Dominik wanted to get on his knees and make you sob in the best way possible, he really needed the same release you did right now.

One hand slipped off your ass to find his cock and guide it to your pussy. He rubbed it up and down once, twice, three times before slowly pressing it in.

Both of you shared a moan the moment the tip slipped past your entrance. Pure relief for both of you.

"Yes, oh my god.. yes!" You moaned, leaning your head forward to lean on his shoulder as he slipped every single inch inside, minute by minute, giving you time.

"So good.. I told you you were doing so good.. following instructions.. knew you'd take me phenomenally, oh.." He groaned through every word when his cock was finally fully inside you. Deep, too. So deep.

He moved his hands to hook under your knees, spreading your legs wider and giving him much easier access to thrust in even deeper. This was exactly what he needed after a good workout, some amazing pussy. Yours, specifically.

"Yeah, take me.. I got you this wet, love? Should've just said so, I definitely wouldn't have had an issue doing this way sooner." Dominik growled into your ear, one word every thrust. Not yet erratic, he could keep the edge at bay. He wanted you to cum first, to squeeze around him like you never wanted him to pull out.

His head dipped down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. Soft sucking. Just enough to feel good.

"Yeah, all you.." You moaned. "All you, all you.. fuck! Yes! No one has ever made me feel this hot.." You cried out into his ear, making him whimper.

"Tell me no one has made you feel this good either. Tell me I'm the only one you'll come to for this." Dominik pleaded. Puppy eyes and all.

"Yes, only you! Only you!"

"Thank you, fuck.. thank you.." His thrusts got faster with every praise from you. He was just as happy being told he was doing good as you were.

"Cum for me, baby, please.. let me know I'm fucking you that good."

"Yeah, I'm.. I'm right there, fuck, don't stop." You begged.

"No, I would never.. I would never stop making you feel good.." He blabbered, thrusts losing rhythm because he couldn't hold out having to hear your gorgeous moans, see your gorgeous face contort with pleasure and watch your gorgeous pussy swallow and take every inch of his desperate cock like it was made for him.

Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, you finished around him. A loud breathy moans, your walls squeezing him like you were trying to wring him dry.

He pulled out, painting your thigh with his cum instead, but using his thumb to rub your clit and help you ride through the orgasm with stimulation.

Both of you were exhausted, even more sweat than what you had during working out on your skin. Dominik reached out and hugged you close to him, stepping underneath the water directly to wash you both.

"Hey.." He started after a few minutes. ".. weird question after this, but.. do you.. wanna go on a date with me? Maybe I should've asked you this before we did this, but.." He rubbed the back of his damp neck.

The question made you pause, then burst out laughing. "Of course we can go out.. you owe me round two, don't you?"

"If you want, I'll definitely owe you it." He smiled, stepping out first to bring you your towel before he wrapped his around himself. When you patted yourself completely dry, he helped you back into your panties and reclasped your bra, pressing a kiss to your thigh and shoulder respectively as he did so.

"I think I deserve to have dinner ordered after all this.." You tried your luck. And yet, it worked.

"Of course," Dominik laughed. "What do you wanna eat?" He already handed you his phone to order whatever your heart wanted.

Maybe his training sessions weren't hell on earth when it ended in the best sex you could have ever imagined. And maybe next time when you have another dream about your hot football personal trainer, you could actually call him up and have him recreate it.

After all, you did tell him no one made you feel as good as he did.

afterword : hi! this was a bit too long on the plot part and not long enough on the porn part whoops.... next one will be porn without plot trust me

The thunder roared, striking down as if with a personal vendetta against the entirety of Manchester. It was a common occurrence in England, late night storms. But this one didn't start deep into the night when everyone was already ready to sleep. This storm, carrying raindrops practically the size of golf balls and lighting so intense the entire sky flashed white when it hit, started as early as dawn.

As early as 7:30AM even, when Haaland got up to get ready for one of the biggest matches of his career. Champion's League quarter finals, right here in his home stadium. He wasn't feeling the pressure, having a little excitement in his step the whole day. He adored being pumped for important matches instead of having the jitters all day long.

Unfortunately for him and the whole of England, who of course bought tickets, the match was postponed due to the harsh weather conditions. Haaland was of Viking descent, no rain or hail could stop him from charging at that ball faster than any player on that field, but rules were rules.. safety precautions needed to be followed. It's not like the enemy team is more scared of Erling charging at them than the bit of thunder.

Unfortunately (fortunately) for you, the only other thing Haaland could do during the power outage the storm caused except complain about his game being delayed is.. well, you.

It started innocently enough, he would swear if anyone were to ask. He just saw how pretty you were in the moonlight, cuddled up under that soft wool blanket because he insisted the window must be open to let the cool (freezing) wind in.

First, you felt his hands slide under the blanket, under your pyjama shirt. Oddly warm, considering the fact he spent the last ten minutes sticking his hands out and collecting rain water like a sick, homeless child.

".. what are you doing?" You murmured, sleepy enough to mumble, awake enough to feel and hear everything he wanted you to.

Haaland leaned in, lips on the shell of your ear. "Are you too tired to? 'S fine."

Fuck, that whispered half-hidden plea already had your thighs pressing together. Who decided a man this big and this hot should be this gentle with you?

That soft shake of your head "no" wasn't enough. He pressed his thumb to your lower lip, pulling it down slightly, lifting his chin as if expecting something. *Say it.*

"No, baby, I'm not too tired.. not for you, handsome." You finally murmur through a smile. As you tried to sit up to kiss him, he beat you to it.

It started off as everything ever did with him. Sweet and slow, like he wanted to show you that despite the lightning and the stars and the moon, you shone the brightest tonight. His lips weren't rough, he couldn't bring himself to be rough with you in any aspect. He was already scared he'd squeeze too hard and break you, because let's be honest, he's bigger. A lot bigger than most guys on the field, let alone you.

Only when you pulled away to take a breath did he completely let his control fly out that open window above you.

His lips attached to your chin, pressing slow firm kisses up your jaw, pressing himself into you like he wanted to merge you two into one blob of pure adoration. That's all he felt for you, anyway. Love. Devotion. Care. He broke bones on the grass to get a ball into a net, but right now, he was here for you.

"Baby.. oh, I love you, but.. god, you need to touch me already.. I'm pleading here.."

That sigh from you was met with a firm finger to shush you.

"Let me finish up here.." He murmured, kissing all the way from the shell of your ear, behind it.. and then starting down your neck, softly of course. You were already starting to heat up. The blanket was pulled off you. The goosebumps that rose on your entire body, you weren't sure if they were from the biting cold of the outside or from how his hands were gently, just using his fingertips, gliding up and down your inner thigh.

And suddenly, you have never been happier that a match of his has been delayed.

"You trust me, don't you? Would you let me do what I think you need?" He whispered into your neck, smirking there like he wasn't taking you apart bit by bit without even touching you yet.

"Of course I trust you, just.. hurry up?" You gritted out, so so impatient.

"Why? You want it to be over quicker?" With a teasing lilt in his voice, he pulled away to look you in the eyes when he asked. Those eyes could've sucked his soul out right then and there.

"Don't look at me like that.. prettiest eyes I've ever seen. Rather be looking up at 'em.." He smirked the last part to himself, but judging by the way you smiled despite the blush already spreading (like your legs wanted to), he assumed you heard as well.

"Hands up, c'mon.." He guided you out of your pyjama shirt gently. Secretly, maybe he was hoping you were already out of your bra, but unfortunately for him there was another layer before he could get to those pretty boobs.

Fuck, did you look good like that though.. nothing lacy, nothing special, but he still felt himself getting as hard as a rock.

Slipping his own shirt off, he turned around for just a second to look at the moonlight and already, he felt your hands all over his abs and chest. Not even you, his girlfriend, who's seen him shirtless hundreds of times, could resist.

"How adorable, love.. let me do that to you now?" He grinned, already cupping your chest. His two hands were more than enough.

You laughed. ".. just take everything off, stop teasing."

"Everything?" He smirked. "Oh, but aren't you cold?" A grin spread across his lips and he caught your wrist when you reached out to.. slap? Strangle? Touch those gorgeous greek god abs again?

"Kay, baby, I will.. I promise I will, just trust me.. I can do it, I've done it before. You've liked it. I know what I am doing." He explained slowly as both thumbs slipped into the waistband of your pajama pants and pulled them down, until they were just a mess of fabric pooling at your ankles. He slipped both of your feet out of them, then tossed them somewhere across the room. You'll find them.. probably.

The pad of his thumb first ran up the side of your thigh, got to your hip, then slid back down. This time, it curved it's path across to your inner thigh. There, it switched to him using his whole palm to gently caress up, then teasingly, cruelly even, his knuckles brushed over where you were already damp from his way-too-good kisses.

"Fucker.." You gritted out, already planning 101 ways to murder his shit-eating grin having self.

"I've been called worse, but.. sure." He shrugged, pulling away for a moment to re-tie his ponytail-slash-manbun hairstyle.

You sat up straight, leaning against the headboard when you realized what he was gonna do. Put that talkative mouth to good use. Very, very good use.

"You don't have to if you wanna just--" You started, but little left your mouth when he started pulling your panties down. Wet. Sticky. All his fault. Now he's gonna make it all better.

He slid a hand under your left thigh and propped it up on his shoulder, not even noticing the weight. With a row of half sloppy kisses and half heavy sighs up your thigh, he got to exactly where you wanted him.. then smirked up at you.

Then went to the other thigh.

"Oh, baby, c'mon.." The complaint made him laugh.

"But this is my favourite spot.."

"What, my thigh?"

"No.. not your thigh, well, yes, but.. this." He thumbed at the little tattoo you got a few months ago. His number, 9, in that specific font Manchester City uses on their jerseys.

And, letting his instincts win, he bit down around it. Not hard, not at all, he didn't want to hurt you. But enough to make you gasp.. and drip just a little more.

"This, I love. Means you want to be mine."

"Of course I wanna be yours.. wouldn't have been yours if I didn't to, right?" You smiled, already threading a hand through his hand, trying to keep this romantic even though the ache between your legs would not stop until he put his tongue there.

Fortunately, he read your mind. His hands on either of your thighs, he spread you wider. Then, wrapping his forearms around your hips, he pulled you into him.

"Fuck yes.." You sighed in pure, sweet relief. You had been throbbing since the moment he started touching your stomach under the blanket.

And when Haaland was hungry.. dammit, he ate.

He was careful at first. A kiss to your clit, gently, using his thumb to pull up the hood just a tiny bit. He didn't want to touch too hard, knowing how sensitive this area was for you.

Then around it. Soft kisses around your pussy, folds, tormenting you so gently it felt like heaven and hell at the same time. He wanted you pulsing his name before he even dove in. Metaphorically, of course.

"Oh, god.." The sensation had to be met with a moan of yours. Breathy. Like you were trying to catch your breath at the same time.

He looked up. Blue eyes on yours.

He didn't say anything. His tongue was doing a better job right now.

Circling your clit gently. Flat tongue, slow licks, circular. Your thighs were already shaking, but his hands holding them open did not allow you to close them. It was rude to interrupt someone having a meal.

"E-- Erling, baby.." You tried to keep cool, but fuck, it was impossible!

"H-- Haaland.. Erling-- Erling.." His name was no longer a formality, it was a chant. A prayer, even. Like you were praying *god, please don't make die because my boyfriend is that good at eating me out*.

He chuckled slightly against you, making you squirm away until he pulled you back onto his mouth.

Unwrapping one hand from your thigh, he now used his newly freed fingers to touch the places where his touch couldn't reach. Your opening, softly being eased open until one thick finger was in up to the first knuckle.

"Is this okay?" He asked, pulling away just enough to wipe his mouth. He looked oh so proud of himself, making his girl feel so good.

"So.. so good.." You murmured, already drunk off the feeling of being eaten out by this sculpture of a man. His lips now closed around your clit, sucking just enough to feel good while his one finger thrusted in and out of you, quick, no lazy movements.

He looked up at him. Silently asking *Am I doing good? Do you feel good?*. Now he was the one with the stupid huge doe eyes, meeting yours over pale lashes. Neither of you broke eye contact, not even when you felt that familiar warmth in your lower stomach.

He moved his tongue lower, moving his fingers to your clit while his mouth now maneuvered your entrance. Slipping inside gently, his tongue treated your pussy better than any dick ever has.

Well, except his of course.

Now getting tongue-fucked, the back of your head hit the wall and you broke that sacred eye contact. Immediately, his hand reached up to pat your cheek. Down here. Look at me. Eyes on me.

Eventually, when he thought you were a little too close to that delicious edge, he pulled his mouth away but slipped his hand back down to your entrance, easily slipping inside now that you were used to it.

With his hand now pleasuring you, he slid upwards to whisper in your ear.

While his right hand fingers were getting you oh so close, his left hand reached up to finally pull your boobs out of the bra he begun to loathe. Free the nipple believer, apparently.

"Love these more.. love these so much.." He murmured, leaning down to take one nipple, already hard from the cold air, into his mouth. No hard sucking, no sucking at all. Just gentle warm from his mouth and his tongue going back and forth.

"Babe, I-- oh my god!"

"Tell me if it hurts, love.. please." He whispered, thrusting one finger in and out slowly.

"No, no.. no, don't stop.. I swear, if you stop.."

He laughed. Quiet. "I won't, I promise... can you take another?"

The nod he got was enough to try a second finger.

You remember the last time, how his fingers made you anticipate his cock so badly. But he was so patient, so gentle.. even if it basically split you in half.

When the two fingers were now inside to the second knuckle, he reached up with his thumb and found your clit for slow rubs while his fingers felt around for that spot inside you.

Your face contorted, eyebrows pulling together in pleasure. Never in your life had you felt something like this. No other man could finger fuck you like this football beast could. No other man would be able to make you pray for your life when his fingers are inside you.

"D'you wanna cum? Huh?" He asked, lips kissing your earlobe.

"E-- Erling, baby, please.." You pleaded, grabbing his wrist even though the last thing you wanted was for him to stop.

"Yes or no?"

"Yes-- fuck, yes! Of course!"

"Then go ahead.." He murmured, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders when he felt you clenching around his fingers.

Stars. You saw stars. And a light. Was that the moon or Heaven? You didn't know yet.

Rolling sideways into his arms, he chuckled. "I'll let you rest for a bit.. then do you want *me*? Not my finge--"

"Yes." The answer was immediate. "Please, fuck me until I scream."

"That won't take long, you know.." Haaland laughed. "Are you sure you can do it immediately after?" He asked in concern, holding you so close, stroking your hair and tucking sweaty locks out of your face. "I don't want to.. eh.. overstimulate you." Haaland explained, clearly worried. For no reason. You were fine! Or so you insisted.

"If I can't, then I'll tell you.. but right now, I just want you inside me.." You told him, reaching for the waistband of his shorts. "Please. Let me have it. I don't want anything else."

He pushed your hands away to undress himself. Pulling off boxers along with shorts, his cock sprang free from its desperate confines. You remember it like yesterday, the last time you took this beast like the good girl you were. Probably because it maybe even was yesterday.

"Ready, sweetheart? Ready for me?" He asked, already super cocky now that he saw your reaction to it. That shocked look never gets old.

But you were leaning forward to kiss his tip. "Oh, sweetheart, you-.."

Haaland cut himself off with a groan when you swirled your tongue around his tip, rock hard since he initiated this.

Sliding a hand into your hair, he pulled you off his cock.

"Don't make me.. fuck, don't make me cum so quick. I still gotta treat that gorgeous pussy.." He bit his lip with a grin. "Lay back, gorgeous."

He grabbed your right calf and hitched it around his waist for leverage to get deeper when needed.

Flipping open the small pink bottle labeled lubricant, Haaland poured a generous amount on his hands and cock, but just because he was all ready doesn't mean he's not gonna make his pretty girl beg for it.

He already had all the access in the world to you, spread wide and waiting, making it even easier to slap his cock onto your weeping cunt. You were already so ready to cum again, but now he was teasing you. Holding with his right hand, he slapped it a few times higher up, hitting your clitoris with his tip.

"Say it, baby. Tell me you need me."

"Need you, so bad.. so so bad, please just push in."

He would tease more if he wasn't a second away from bursting himself. Guiding the tip to his entrance with 3 fingers, he slipped just the tip inside.

Sloooowly, he began pushing in. It burned being stretched beyond your limits, but when someone like Erling Haaland is holding you.. and fucking you to sleep.. nothing is painful. Especially not your boyfriend's cock.

"N-- no condom?"

"I-- I just assumed, because last time you told me-- I'm sorry.." He immediately panicked, going to pull out.

"Nononono! Fuck me like this. Cum inside."

".. are you.. sure?"

"Absolutely. I already have your number on me, why wouldn't I have your baby..?"

"Oh, baby, how to control myself now...?" He gulped, genuinely looking scared. He spent a whole 2 minutes slowly pushing it, hoping he wouldn't hurt. Last thing he wanted to do is hurt his pretty, sweet girl.

"Ohhhhhh my goddd... Erling.."

"What? Too much?"

"Nono.. just enough.. just give me a minute."

"Please, love, take all the time you need.. " He explained, even though it showed the strain and the need to fuck her into the sheets until the entire room went white was at an all time high. But of course he'll wait.

After 5 minutes of soft dirty talk (him whispering what he's gonna do to you after this), you finally said: "you can move".

Those words were like a red flag to a bull. Immediately, he started thrusting, propping your legs up onto his shoulder, driving himself deeper, deeper, deeper..

"Erling! God, yes! Just like that!"

He leaned over you, grabbing your jaw. "Tell me.. who fucks you better than I do? Hmm?"

"No one, fuck, no one!"

"That's right.." He grinned, so proud. "That's right, yeah.. thank god that match was canceled. Otherwise I wouldn't be making my girl see stars right now.. Not cold anymore, are you?" He gripped the headboard for leverage and went harder.

"Oh my.. oh--.. ah.." Not even words could leave you at this point. Your world was reduced to his cock sliding in and out of you and his hands gripping your cheeks and his eyes holding your gaze so intensely and his stupid smirk and you were certain only a minute more and you'd burst.

"Close, baby, so close, huh? Wait for me, yeah?" He groaned, gripping your thigh where the tattoo was, digging his fingers into it.

"Please, hurry up.. needa cum, but.. need you to cum with me.." You whimpered, to which he silenced you with his lips.

"Right behind ya.. just let go.." His thumb found the space between both of you and rubbed at your clit, touching the whole front part of your pussy that he couldn't stimulate with fucking.

"O-- oh my god, I.. Fuck.. Baby, please.. holy shit.." You squealed. He laughed as your legs tightened around his waist, even though he was a mess himself.

"What are you begging for? I told you you could let go.." A smirk tugged at his lips, just quick enough to hide the groan that ripped from his chest. He might have been hiding it well, but he was completely ruined by you. He could've fucked 20 girls after this, not a single one would have made him feel this good. You were special to him. You loved him like no one else and this was the only way he could truly repay you, by showing you how deep his obsession with you went. Almost as deep as his cock was inside you.

"Ugh.. love, I can't.. hold on.." He bit his lip, trying not to scream at how amazing you felt around him. So warm. He could've stayed inside you forever, football be damned.

"Inside..? You wanna.. fuck!" Your question was cut off by your moan as he sunk as deep as he get himself. "Yes, don't pull out, please.. ohmygodErling!"

"I got you, I got you.. not pulling out.. didn't even wanna.. fuuckk.." He moaned, feeling you finally cum and squeeze around him. He has been so pent up the whole season, having to come back home late after days of training and matches. You had been so patient, so loving, so supportive. Never once did you make him the villain for not being around alot. You just let him follow his dreams.

And he needed to give all that love back.

With a few more lazy thrusts, he bottomed out and let all of it out.

Staying like that for a few seconds was peace.

Then he pulled out slowly and laid down next to you to take a breather. Everything of his was dripping out of you onto the sheets, where he reached out with a nearby towel to clean up and threw it into the hamper to wash later.

"I will order food, yes?" He smiled breathlessly. "You go shower? Or do you wanna shower together? Let me help you up, I'll get you new clothes.." 

"No.. just lay here.." You complained, but ultimately knew you couldn't lay around after sex. You had to shower and most importantly use the bathroom immediately after.

"We'll cuddle, I promise, I'll order your favourite too.. first, we shower. More importantly, you shower." He said, picking you up and guiding you to the bathroom. "Do you need help? Do you want a bath instead of a shower? Does it hurt?"

"No, no and no. I'm fine." 

".. I'll close the window so it won't be cold after your shower. And I'll order food and I'll get your blankets."

You smiled, kissed him.

Manchester City were gonna have one happy goal scoring machine tomorrow. Good for them. They needed this win.