Hi Babes!

Hi babes!

I’m leaving for two weeks (vacation) but when I come back I’ll be writing a new one shot.

I have A LOT of requests in my inbox 📥

What’s it gonna be?

I just picked the ones I actually wanted to write. (Apologies to the anon whose request wasn’t up there 🩷)

Ky when Judy hits him up w Brummie accent

ANGST (I love it.)

Who Are You Trying to Convince? - Neymar Jr x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n figures out why neymar has been so distant

warnings: cursing, lying, flirting with ex, anger

genre: angst ending in heartbreak

word count: 1.5k

-> football/soccer players masterlist

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"can we run the order one more time?" the fashion show director called out.

the victoria's secret fashion show was the highlight of the year for the brand, and they had to make sure it was perfect.

"this is just to make sure that we are consistent." he yelled out, clapping his hands.

the angels got back into place and began strutting down the runway again. y/n was looking forward to this year's show, the artists and the outfits were like never before.

after another hour or so, the rehearsals finished, and all the models were free to go home. in contrast to everyone else, y/n sort of dreaded the idea. she would see her boyfriend, and he had been distant lately. she'd tried talking to him, apologizing, fixing her behavior, going on dates, but nothing worked. he was just as distant as ever, and it sucked because they were reaching their six month anniversary.

he'd been distant from the start of the relationship, but instead of the distance slowly closing, it just kept getting bigger and bigger. as she got dressed and drove to neymar's house, she tried calling him but he didn't pick up. he must be busy, she assumed. however, when she got home, there was no one there. she called out for him, but there was nothing. she texted him too, no response. she figured he might've gone clubbing, since it was friday night.

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four hours had passed since y/n got to neymar's house, and she watched as the clock struck twelve. out of pure boredom, y/n decided to check the news.

it was the usual, political disagreements between parties, international news, and something about a new research study that had come out. she scrolled through the headlines until she found one that caught her eye.

famous footballer neymar jr. seen at club with ex-girlfriend, bruna marquezine!

y/n felt her stomach drop. she collected herself. bruna goes out on fridays too, they could've just been caught at the same place, and the paparazzi decided to make a story out of it.

she clicked on the article. there were photos. that was neymar and bruna for sure. the first photo was them both at the same club. the second one was them talking. the third was him pulling her hand away to an isolated corner. the fourth was them talking again, and his eyes really did give it all away. he looked at her with longingness and desire, and she returned the expression. the fifth picture was them going back inside. the sixth was a photo of them together, smiling. he had his arm around her shoulders as she leaned into him.

there were too many photos for this to be fake. y/n felt tears fill her eyes. is this why he had been so distant? because he wanted bruna back?

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at 1:30 is when neymar returned home. he came in laughing. y/n looked up from where she was sitting, a barstool near the kitchen counter.

"hi babe." he said, greeting y/n, which he hadn't done in weeks. "what're you doing here?"

"hey. missed you, so i decided to come." she smiled. "where were you?'

"club, couple of friends invited me to go get drinks." he explained.

"sounds fun! did you meet anyone else there?" she questioned, making sure to sound happy instead of angry and hurt.

"nah, just me and the boys." he brushed off.

"really? because every single news article is saying something else." y/n said.

they looked at eachother, dread instantly filling neymar's eyes.

"what are you on about now?" he asked, the change in his tone evident.

"famous footballer neymar jr. seen at club with ex-girlfriend, bruna marquezine." y/n read from the article.

he rolled his eyes.

"you don't actually believe that shit, do you?" he scoffed.

"i didn't, until six photos were shown. i didn't, until i realized you had ignored all my calls and texts. i didn't, until you started acting distant." she said, rage slowly beginning to seep into her voice.

"it's loud at the club, i'm sorry for not having superhearing. i'm sorry i get tired after running around all fucking day. and i'm sorry i ran into an old friend and said hi." he said, passive-aggressively.

"fuck off. you had to take her into a private corner to talk to her? you had to look at her like that? you had to take a photo with her where you're barely inches apart?" y/n spat, channeling his attitude back at him. "bruna's not just an old friend, she's your ex. if i did that shit, you would've yelled at me the minute i walked in."

"and what're you doing?" neymar chuckled. "i didn't want to talk to her in front of everyone, because i didn't want rumors to spread, but seemingly, they still did. i took a photo with her because she wanted me too. and how did i look at her?

"you looked at her like how you should be looking at your girlfriend, not your ex." she explained.

"she's not just my ex." he said. "long before she was an ex, she was a friend. and she's an established woman, don't act like she isn't. she's an actress, a model, a philanthropist, and a friend.i can't have friends now?"

"not when it's someone who clearly has romantic interest in you."

"so you're jealous?" he concluded.

"neymar! will you just fucking listen?" y/n yelled, not knowing where the sudden anger came from. "i'm your girlfriend so obviously, i'm going to get pissed off when you get a little to comfortable with your ex-girlfriend after you've been distant for the past couple of weeks!"

"oh my god, i was just being polite!" he yelled. "don't worry, the next time any woman comes up to me, i'll shove them off and say 'sorry, i have a girlfriend. please fuck off.'"

"but that's not what you said? you didn't even mention me because the way you were looking at each other and touching each other said everything!" she yelled back. she was not wrong here. "if i did this, you would be down my throat, and i would understand why, because i'm not supposed to be flirting with my ex when i'm in a relationship!"

"i wasn't flirting with her!" he yelled.

"then why don't you tell me what you guys talked about! prove it to me." y/n said, crossing her arms.

"we talked about our careers." he said. "she was the one saying we should meet up and we should go together, and i was the one who said no!"

"but you wanted to say yes! didn't you? you wanted to say yes." y/n whispered softly, feeling the anger turn into deep and utter sadness.

that look he gave her, that look spoke a million words he couldn't. a tear dropped from her eye. she hadn't cried in front of him for months. she quickly wiped away her tear.

neymar's attitude changed, the anger on his face softened to empathy.

"don't cry." he said.

"why, does it make you feel bad? does it finally make you see me as human?" she whispered. "does it hurt you or your ego?"

"that's not fair y/n."

"what's not fair is you dating me when you clearly still have feelings for bruna." she said, coming to a realization. "you never like me, i was just the next thing you could get to try. i was your replacement."

the tears started flowing again.

"no, no, y/n, you know that's not true." he said, walking over and trying to wipe the tears off her face, but she stepped back.

"who are you trying to convince? me or yourself?" she insisted.

of course she never felt close to him, because he was waiting for her to become someone she wasn't. he was waiting for bruna, one way or another.

"you've been dethatched from this relationship ever since it started, because you miss your last one. just do me a favor and admit so i can stop trying to make myself believe you somewhat care about me."

"i do care about you." he argued.

"really? what's my favorite color? when's the show? what's one of my hobbies? what's my favorite movie? when's my birthday?" she asked.

"your favorite color is (wrong color). the show is october 14. one of your hobbies is painting. your favorite movie is (wrong movie). your birthday is (your birthday)."

"really? because my favorite color is (your favorite color). the show is october 21. and my favorite movie is (your favorite movie)." she corrected. "now what's bruna's favorite color. when's her next film coming out? what's her favorite movie?"

"don't do this to me y/n." neymar said, regret clearly filling his eyes.

"answer neymar."

"pink. december 17. pixote." he said.

"and you remember all of that, don't you?"

"please y/n."

y/n shook her head.

"there's going to be a new headline tomorrow. feel free to explain to everyone why." she said, walking over to grab her keys.

"i love you." he said.

the words echoed throughout the house.

"no you don't." she chuckled, leaving through the front door.

-> skin | aurelién tchouameni |

genre: smut + no plot | minors dni 18+ only

warnings: alcohol, unprotected sex, possessive tendencies, choking

baby strip down for me, go on take 'em off, don’t worry baby, i’mma meet you half way, cause I know you wanna see me

You were only two steps inside his foyer before his hand found the back of your neck as his lips met yours. Without a doubt, you loved coming home to Aurelien. You fell to pieces under his touch. You were always left wanting more of him and his recent time away from home was the longest week of your life. You had never been so obsessed with a man, let alone a man was equally obsessed with you.

Aurelien walked you backwards and your back hit the closed front door with a soft thud, his mouth trailing down your neck to your cleavage. You arched your back, opening yourself up to his touch - a silent indicator that you wanted him to explore you more.

“Aurelien,” You breathed out as he began sucking the top of your breast.

“Yes, bebe?” He muttered against your skin before continuing his exploration of your chest with his tongue. [baby]

“God I’ve been waiting all night for this - ugh, these heels.” You moaned and complained simultaneously.

Aurelien pulled away from your body and crouched down to pull the strappy designer heels off each foot, tossing them to the side while you reveled in the relief of being barefoot. His back muscles were illuminated under the warm light of the foyer. You could hear his TV in the background and you wondered if he had been waiting for you despite how tired he must have been from traveling. It was easily nearing midnight and though that wasn’t late for many people, it was late for Aurelien. He pulled you away from the door, picking you up and over his shoulder as if you were light as a feather. His hand gripped your thigh, his fingertips mere inches from to your core. You didn’t protest as he carried you into the living and set you down on the couch.

“This dress is too small.” Aurelien said as he hovered over you, thumbing the hem of the dress. It was very slutty and that meant you spent most of your night holding it in place. You had a feeling that he would love the dress and you knew it was driving him crazy because he wasn’t able to be attached to you all night. Usually, Aurelien would have loved to be there with you and have his hands on you, showing you off, but his travel schedule messed up your plans.

Instead of being there, he had to watch your social media stories to get glimpses of you. You texted him all night about nothing at all - just tipsy commentary about your evening until you hit the wall of drunkenness. You were practically begging him to fuck you in any way that he wanted. Aurelien loved it.

“By who’s standards ?” You asked with a tilt of your head, knowing that you chose the dress that he would end up taking it off of you. Rarely did Aurelien see you dressed up and you were glad you chose a skimpier option because his eyes were devouring every bit of your exposed skin.

“Mine,” He teased and focused his attention back on your cleavage, placing the most delicate kisses on your skin, “It’s been too long.” He said about the time you spent apart.

Aurelien loved the idea of you being approached by another man because he knew no one was ever going to measure up to him. He loved knowing that his touch was the only one you craved and he especially loved that you wore such a tiny dress, accentuating your ass in the most mouth watering way just for him. Aurelien loved that you thought of him just as much as a he thought about you and he especially loved being able to fuck you or make love to you to prove it.

“Patience is a virtue.” You joked as he bit your skin. You moved to pull off your thong, tossing it to the side to make yourself readily available. If someone would have told you that a blind date would lead to you being with a footballer who worshiped the ground you walked on you would have laughed. The kind of man didn’t exist - until you met Aurelien.

“You know I’d wait forever for you.” He asked as he began to push your dress up to your abdomen.

“I don’t want to wait, I need you inside of me.”You whispered as he slid his finger inside of you. It was as if the one piece of you that only Aurelien could touch suddenly burst into flames, taking over your every nerve. You could hear the wetness of yourself as he pulled his finger and in and out of you, his mouth capturing your own. You moaned into him and he sped up the pace, his strength making your whole body move against his hand.

The first night you hooked up with Aurelien was in the driver's seat of his luxury SUV because you simply couldn’t wait to get home. When you desperately crawled onto his lap in some random, empty, parking lot you were met with the same energy from Aurelien. He held your panties to the side with one hand to keep it out of his way while he pumped multiple fingers in and out of you. You were too stunned to even kiss him, unable to fathom that this was what your blind date had come to. You weren’t sure if you felt embarrassed or empowered - but with time, you recognized that it was sexual freedom from being treated as a princess.. Your gasps were so strong and his mouth was so close to yours while strings of French rolled off his tongue. It was only after you came all over his jeans that you decided he was going to come home with you. If it was for just a night, you would be satisfied. But you were lucky and completely enamored by the fact he wasn’t settling for just a hookup. He wanted you all to himself, all the time.

When he pulled his hands out of you, you got off the couch. Aurelien took your dress off before he started working on sliding off his own clothes. The second his clothes hit the floor you pushed him onto the couch and straddled him. He pulled you close with one arm, groaning as he reached for his dick to rub the tip across your drenched entrance. Once you slowly moved downward on his dick it was game over. You were a mess. Your moans were in cadence with his thrusts and you couldn’t help but tell him how big he felt. You were dizzy with desire and drunk from all the shots you took but you were certain that this was the best sex of your life.

Aurelien grabbed your hips as he thrusted deeply into you, hitting your g-spot with the curve of his dick in the process. You placed your hands on the back of the couch a, gripping it tightly to keep control of yourself. It hurt in the best way. Aurelien’s hand broke free and wrapped around your throat forcing you to tilt your head backwards and arch your back. His hands were large, warm, and sickeningly tight around your throat. Aurelien slowed down and took a breath, admiring how your wetness was all over his dick and thighs. You took the opportunity to grind on him, taking him even deeper inside yourself. He was touching your cervix and you were loving every minute of it.

“Putain.” Aurelien dropped his hand and collapsed into the cushions, his eyes focused on your body as you took control and continued to ride him. You placed your hands on his abdomen to steady yourself and keep your pace, moaning out his praises. [fucking hell]

“You’re so pretty riding me, bebe.” He commented with a lustful gaze. You bit your lip at his expression then tossed your hair to the side and began kissing his neck. You rhythm never faltered and you trailed the sloppiest kisses against his neck - sucking, nibbling, and using your tongue to hit those sweet spots. [baby]

“I missed you, I missed your dick.” You mumbled into his neck and he gripped your ass in response. His grip made you switch from a slow whine on his dick to slowly bouncing on him. .

“Trust me, it missed you too…couldn’t stop thinking of you on the road.” He admitted. You loved how shameless he was about you.

“God, call me next time so I can see how much you miss me.” The idea of him jacking off to you and your voice was mouth watering. The urge to taste him overwhelmed your senses and washed away any coherent sentence you were going to form so you leaned in to kiss him again and Aurelien’s lips were full, soft, and perfect against your own.

“Won’t need to call because you’ll be with me.” He said casually and moved to sit upright. Aurelien stood up,moved from the couch and tugged you to the middle of the floor. He laid you on the plush carpet in his living room, using his tongue to lick from your navel and up to your ear.

“What do you mean?” You asked him and his eyes snapped up to yours mischievously.

“The next match.” Aurelien slid himself inside you again and you gasped at the sudden fullness you felt. His face hovered a few inches above yours and you bit your lip to keep from screaming out. “I got you tickets.” He managed to say as he fucked you.

“Really?” You gasped as the pressure of him inside of you created a prickly feeling throughout your body. You could feel your orgasm building in your chest and you begged him to not stop - to keep going and never, ever stop.

“Fuck, Aurelien.” You inhaled and prepared for the delicious delirium coursing through your body. You grabbed ahold of his biceps as he fucked you in a desperate pace. Your body was falling apart under him and he was trying to hold himself together.

“Fuuuuck.” Aurelien groaned as his climax started. You could feel yourself nearing your own climax and you urged him to be more vocal. “You look so pretty taking all of me.” He praised you and heat flushed your cheeks. He watched himself moving in and out of you, admiring how you were dripping wet around him.

“Give me more Aurelien, don’t stop.” You urged. Aurelien propped himself on his elbows on either side of your head. You wrapped your legs around his abdomen and your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I’m going to cum,” He said huskily by your ear. You could hear the strain in his voice as he tried to control himself - to keep himself from coming. You were so enthralled by him that you spoke without thinking.

“Don’t pull out.” You begged, your voice gradually turned from a moan into a whimper of pure bliss. Your words activated a deep sense of possessiveness in Aurelien and in his need to please you, all of his rational thoughts disappeared. He buried himself as deep as he possibly could and released himself into you, feeling the twitch of his dick inside you. You moved your arms down from his shoulders to around his rib cage, wanting him to stay inside of you while your own climax hit you.

“Merde.” Aurelien exclaimed as your back arched off the floor as you began to ride the wave of your orgasm. Your eyes squeezed close as your legs shook from the pleasure. [shit]

“Aurel, baby,” You exclaimed, trying to keep your voice low.

“Let it out,” He directed, “Scream for me.”

Your scream drowned out the television and your vision became blinded by the light of pleasure that flooded your body. You panted and let go of Aurelien, relaxing onthe carpet. You tried to calm your breathing but it was nearly impossible to do after such an insane orgasm. You could reason with yourself that it was because of the alcohol in your system but you and Aurelien knew it was because of him. Your closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you fell victim to the drop of adrenaline.

As Aurelien pulled out of you and examined himself, he was shocked to see how much you came all over him. Pride swelled in his chest as he looked at you, sprawled on the floor in front of him, attempting to catch your breath. You gazed at him with hazy eyes and a small smile stretched across your face.

Aurelien leaned back down into you, sliding his tongue into your mouth for a passionate kiss. Every kiss with him felt like he was soaking you in for the last time. His hands trailed down your sides and it sent goosebumps across your skin. He pulled away and stood before reaching out his hand to help you up. You were unsteady on your feet but you made it to the couch and sat down. Aurelien left and came back with a wet towel for you to clean up and an old t-shirt of his for you to put on.

“You got me tickets?” You said and stood to slide the shirt over your head and tugged it down to cover yourself.

“Mhm.” He said huskily as he pulled up his sweats. The sweats sat low on his hips and you were tempted to go for another round with the way his dick was accentuated by the fabric. You stood up on your toes to kiss him and he gladly welcomed you.

“Where will I stay?” You asked.

“With me.” Aurelien answered.

“What am I supposed to do with the rest of my time?”

“You can do what you want, you can shop.” He shrugged.

“Mmm, I’m a saver not a spender.” You admitted.

“Who said you would be spending your own money?” Aurelien asked and your mouth dropped open slightly. You weren’t sure what to say.

“You’re spoiling me.” You teased and you were met with a head shake.

“You haven’t seen spoiled yet,” He grinned, “Just wait.”

one of those things ────── aurélien isn't ready to let you go.

♡ ────── pairing : aurélien tchouaméni x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified, but they are described to be smaller than aurel. no smut but aurel is very touchy here... viewer's discretion is advised. kiiiiinda toxic idk they're exes and also drunk. aurel is sorta an asshole but idc he's so hot omfgggg sorry he is JEALOUS. important to mention that he's a bit forceful here but reader (& me) lowkey likes it... NOT proofread!!! it's a bit messy sorry ♡ ────── wordcount : 1,431 ♡ ────── notes : i am blushing as i write this. there is no plot to this, it's literally just banters. the stranger can be whoever you want but i am imagining trent from lfc omggg hes so fine. i GOTTA stop talking so much on the tags. not based on cowboy like my by taylor swift, but i was listening to it the whole time i was writing this ♡ masterlist.

“Stop looking at him.”

Aurélien has his lips hovering against the side of your neck, glowering at the general direction of the bar, like he was a wolf trying to protect his slaughtered prey.

“I’ll look at whoever I want,” you roll your eyes, hands gripping his arms—much bigger, much stronger—that are wrapped around your waist, trying to pry him off you. He has refused to let go of you ever since his drunken gaze spied you on the bar, biting your lips as you tug on the sleeve of a stranger of a man you’ve met only tonight.

You were flirting with him, because obviously you were.

It’s a club. It’s 1 A.M. And you are single.

Why wouldn’t you flirt with the next piece of hot ass you see?

“Come on,” Aurélien whispers, focusing all his hazy attention on you. “Should I go over and talk to him? S’that what you want? What do you think, baby?”

The fun banters were cut short when you felt an all too familiar farm wrapped around your waist, whisking you away.

And before you know it, you are settled on your ex’s lap, thirty feet away from the stranger on the bar, somewhere between his footballer friends, too busy with themselves and too accustomed with Aurélien’s antics to pay you any spare attention.

“I think,” you keep your eye contact with the man in the bar, fingers trying to slip between Aurélien’s hand, “you’re drunk. And stupid.”

“Drunk?” he chuckles, fully burying his face into your neck, an enticing feeling that you haven’t felt in a while, as he breathes in your scent. “Maybe.”

You shift on his lap, knees aching to get up, but he holds you down.

“But I’m not stupid, baby—”

“Don’t call me ‘baby’.”

“—don’t call me stupid.”

“Don’t call me ‘baby’,” you repeat, leaning away from his head, trying to push his face away from the tender skin of your neck. Ex-lovers definitely shouldn’t be all over each other like this. “We’re over, Aurélien. Remember?”

“Remember?” He chuckles, still keeping his chin on your shoulder despite your eagerness to get away. “Ouch.”

“Get used to it.”

You glance back at the bar as Aurélien’s fingers find their way to the hem of your shirt, ungodly intention laced in every stretch of his muscles before your shaky hand stops him, somewhat affected by the couple of shots the stranger had bought you too.

“Fine,” he murmurs, pouting, as though you will melt for that age-old trick. “I’ll apologise for calling you ‘baby’, and then we’ll go home and have some fun.”

You scrunch your nose at his offer, turn to glare at him, only to meet his lazy grin.

“I’m not—”

You breathe in a deep sigh, and you can feel his jaw clench.

“—If I’m going home with anyone tonight, it won’t be you.”

“Why not?” He whines, pulling you in even closer, if possible, and you bite your lips as your ass rubs against his crotch, the friction causing you to shut your eyes as the blood rushes away from your brain.

The night just gets more hazy.

And seeing you distracted, Aurélien steals the moment to continue his way under your shirt, his fingers digging deep into the side of your torso.

“Aurélien,” your murmur, your voice drawing out to a drawl. You almost forgot about the stranger in the bar—when you look back at him for a short second, he is holding a glass of shots against his lips, a smirk etched on his lips like he’s enjoying the show Aurélien is putting on for him.

Aurélien grits his teeth, grazing them against your neck when he notices that your attention is centred on the guy more than on him. “Answer me.”

You huff, gripping his wrist over your shirt. “Because we’re over. We broke up.”

An irritated sigh escapes his lips, somehow returning his lips on your neck, nipping softly on the skin. “You’re being stubborn.”

“I’m being stubborn?”

“Come on,” he pretends that he isn’t in denial. “I’ll take you home and I’ll fix whatever was wrong with us, yeah?”

His hand continues to knead on your flesh, lips moving up your neck, to your jaw, to nip on your earlobes. 

“That’s not,” your grip on his wrist tightened, “how it works.”

“Of course it is,” he whispers, pulling you back. “That’s exactly how it works. We’ll talk, just you and me, back at my place.”

You shake your head, one hand on the velvet couch beneath you two, to find leverage as your feet find the floor—a sad attempt of getting up. “I want nothing to do with you.”

“You sure about that?” His hand leaves your shirt, and finds itself gripping your thigh to pull you back down. He sounds inviting, and you almost fell for the alluring tone of his words. “Don’t make me prove you wrong.”

You slant your eyes. “Don’t be a dick.”

Aurélien laughs, seeming to enjoy riling you up, like he wants to see you break.

“Or what?” He cups the side of your hips, rocking you, his fingers drawing aimless patterns against the fabric of your jeans. “You gonna do something about it? Gonna punish me, baby?”

You grit your teeth, drawing in a sharp breath, a hot sensation stirring in your chest—a mixture of exhilaration, and annoyance, and interest, and anger.

You can backtrack. You can forget about your break up, and go home with him, and let the alcohol take over the night. But your ego is higher than whatever pedestal Aurélien has decided to put you on.

And you? Well, you are just not the type of person to get back together after a break up.

It’s pathetic. It’s embarrassing.

Aurélien tilts his head at the way your bottom lip juts and pouts as you rake your brain for some sort of response. He can’t help pushing you over the edge—that feeling of dominance over your feeble resolve, having you on his lap, small and bothered; he loves it.

And he loves you. He is pretty sure that he does. And he’s pretty sure that you would come running back to him if he just pushes the right button.

“Cat got your tongue, huh?” He kisses your cheek, and you don’t miss the way his eyes dart towards the bar for a second. “I’m tryna talk to you, baby. I can’t have you go home with ‘nother man, now can I?”

“Fuck,” you jolt when you feel him dig even further into your hip, “I’m fuckin’ sick of you, Aurélien.”

He chuckles. “Say it again.”

You scoff, throwing your gaze away, trying to distract yourself with the arbitrary coloured lights on the dancefloor. “You got a sick kink?”

“I do,” Aurélien laughs, fond of the way you are feisty, of the way you hold back out of pride. “Only for you, though.”

It’s what he likes about you, he guesses, you keep it interesting for him. 

“Say you want me back,” he coaxes, his breath hot against your neck, lips just inches away from the one spot he had been lapping on all night. He would love to see you tomorrow morning—he just knows that his bite marks will develop into pretty bruises tomorrow, and the thought latches his teeth on the skin above your collarbone. “I know you want me, baby.”

“You’re dreaming,” you sneer, though it leaves your mouth more like a whine. He raises an eyebrow. “M’gonna say this—last time I’ll ever say it. We broke up.”

Aurélien groans, shutting his eyes, annoyed. “You’re so difficult.”

His large palm rubs against you, returning once more to the warm skin under your shirt, nails lightly scratching on it.

“You’re not protesting against me, though,” he points out. “You still love me, dontcha?”

You bite your lips, and it takes two seconds too long to answer him. “No.”

The way you whine, the way you shift—deliberately or not—on his lap. Aurélien murmurs, “You’re a shitty liar.”

“Fuck off.”

“Ohh, that’s not the language that a pretty baby should use,” his drunken slurs scold. You feel annoyed—and helpless—just listening to him. “Shouldn’t you mind your manners, considering you’re sitting on my lap?”

“Well,” you swallow, turning to look back at him. “Maybe you should consider letting me go.”

“And let you go back to him?” Aurélien shoots another murderous look at the bar. “No. Besides, I’m not done with you.”

You sigh, biting your lips, and a small smirk sprouts on his lips. You’re in for a long, long night.

aftercare with our boy haaland

❝ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰 𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟎.𝟔𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫. 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

Erling rolled over in bed. Both of you recovering from your highs and gasping for breath, muttering phrases of endearment into the air towards each other. “So good f’me,” he praised, breath uneven. He blinked over at you, cheek pressed into the pillow as he shifted himself over to look at you and the fall and rise of your chest with a coy grin. “You okay?” he rasped.

You glanced over at him, the corners of your lips turned up in a lazy downturned smile. “Mhm.” He leaned in to kiss your forehead gently, then withdrew and clambered out of the bed; looking over his shoulder momentarily to cast a last glimpse of you. Hair tousled and splayed over the duvet haphazardly, cheeks flushed and marked by his touch. “Where you goin’?” you tilted your head at him, cocking it to the side. 

He chuckled, tongue-in-cheek, his back turned to you as he called out, “I’ll be back in a minute, elskling,” from down the corridor. You sighed, scratching the back of your neck and pulling the duvet further over yourself, the sun painting a line of orange sunlight into the room. You faintly heard the sound of running water carrying itself through the walls, the sound of Erling’s hummed tunes accompanying it. He returned a moment later, hovering by the doorway, blue eyes skimming across your form. A smirk tugged at his lips as you looked up and over at him. “You’re so beautiful,” he commented offhandedly, pushing off from the doorframe and padding towards you in bed.

“Thank you,” you replied, a cheeky smile adorning your features. Erling leaned down slightly, pecking you on the lips whilst his calloused hand found its way to your hip, gently starving shapes into your skin. “Jus’ running you a bath, ‘kay?” he mentioned, and you nodded. “Thank you, again.” He grinned back, shoving your face playfully whilst clambering back into bed next to you. He swiftly settled himself flush against you, peppering kisses against the side of your neck and profile that he could reach.

You rolled your eyes jokingly and giggled at him, turning around so you were both face to face. “Love you,” you breathed. “Love you too,” he repeated, as if it was a prayer between you two. “How’re you feeling?” he asked eventually, staring attentively at your features. “Not too sore?” you shook your head with a light scoff. “All fine.” He nodded, both of you softly smiling at each other, as if afraid if you looked away the other would simply disappear. He traced your features with his eyes, then made a noise of contentment; snaking an arm around your exposed waist and nuzzling his face into your shoulder. 

You let out a small downturned smile. “What?” he laughed quietly. “Nothin’,” you retorted, eyes trained on his, arms reaching out to drape over his chest and behind his head. “Your bath will be ready soon,” he mumbled, eyes flickering closed. You nodded and made a noise of acknowledgment, gently running your nails through his hair; as you silently breathed together in the comfort of your bed, only broken up by the hum of running water down the corridor.

“Erl,” you whispered after some time. He lifted his head groggily at you, cocking his head to the side. “Can you check if the bath’s ready or if it’s flooded?” he chuckled softly, withdrawing himself from your touch, before plodding along to the bathroom and turning the tap off. “All ready,” he called out, dipping a finger in to test the temperature of the milky foam as you walked in. “Want me to join you?” he joked as he was drying his hand on a towel, cocky grin plastered over his face. You gave him an equally unimpressed glare, swatting him out of the bathroom before dipping yourself into its warmth.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧