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It's just a little crush.
Is what Haaland thinks when he first realized that he focuses on Jude more than the others on the college team. When he's first introduced, Haaland notices Jude's big brown eyes, and its hell from there.
He also understandably wears scent blockers, as most of the team is consisted with alphas, but Haaland can smell a subtle smell of daises.
Haaland wants to be his friend. And when he does, it's when he notices the little crush he's been gaining.
"Hi, I'm Haaland, Erling Haaland." The alpha said, holding out a hand.
The omega blinks, and smiles shyly that makes Haaland think of a deer, and shakes his hand back.
"I'm Jude. Jude Bellingham."
The alpha rubbed sweat off his forehead with a towel. So what if I always ask to be his partner or stay near him whenever I can. It was just to make him comfortable with us. I just wanted to be friends at first, Haaland thought, taking off his jersey, placing it aside as he stares at his locker. It's a tiny, mini, crush, and it wasn't that surprising. Jude is a pretty looking omega.
Too pretty... Haaland thought. He noticed the other guys looking as well, and it makes him scowl. I introduced myself first. I wanted to be his friend first. Haaland thought, squeezing his shirt.
He likes when Jude chooses him to be his activity partner during practice. He likes when Jude hugs him first and he especially likes the way Jude calls his name every time he wants something. Haaland would give him anything.
"Hey Haaland!"
"Haaland, do you want to be my partner?"
"Good pass, Haaland!"
"Haaland, can you help me?"
It's only been a few weeks and Haaland is hopelessly folded for him. Then, he hears a shuffle in the locker room and glances over to find Jude. He was holding a water bottle.
"Haaland? I thought you already left." Jude said, tilting his head, but he smiles. Haaland's heart races. "Oh, I just finished showering." He finished awhile ago, but he was too busy thinking about the said omega in front of him. Jude's eyes flicker at Haaland's bare chest, and Haaland doesn't notice his harsh swallow.
"Oh, okay," Jude said, as he came over, opening his locker to grab his clothes. Haaland glanced over. "You gonna shower here?" The alpha asked, and Jude nods. "Yeah, just a quick one. It was a tough practice today, and so hot." Jude said. Haaland can't help but agree. It was pretty hot.
"Alright."
And as Jude left, Haaland's eyes watch his hips sway a little, and Haaland squeezes his poor shirt again, causing wrinkles. Damnit. And he wears his shorts the shortest way possible. Haaland thought, focused on his ass.
He looks away though, because he feels guilty right after. He isn't a pervert, he swears. Putting on his shirt, he then notices something tiny and miniscule.
Jude's hair. A small strand.
Haaland stares hard, and a million thoughts go through his head over a simple strand of the omega's hair. His hands twitch, and before he even thinks about it fully, he takes it.
He looks around hastily like somebody's watching and quickly scrambles off.
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It's tiny. Cute. Like Jude. Haaland thought, staring at the piece of hair. He was back in his apartment, and lying in his bed. He twirls the strand with his index finger and thumb, his eyes slightly dilated.
He doesn't want to lose it, so he finds a small Ziploc. He places it in carefully like the way a scientist conducts an experiment, and zips it quickly.
His heart races faster looking at it, and he flops back against his bed, cursing softly. A little crush. Haaland thought, clenching his chest. He thinks about Jude all night, from his face to his body. He is probably a pervert.
He's just so adorable. How can an omega be so cute? Haaland thought, thinking about Jude's big brown eyes looking up at him, or his slightly pouty lips. From his nice, structured hands that Haaland wants to hold and to his thick thighs that Haaland wants to grip and spread wide open.
Haaland is going fucking insane. His cock twitches at the thought of his mouth again. Fuck...I want to ruin his mouth. Hear his tiny whines and moans slip out, knowing it's from me. I wonder if his voice will go higher? or maybe lower? or maybe even better, he doesn't want to make any sounds, but I coax it out of him, hearing his whimpers.
...
Haaland finds himself hard as a rock.
He tugs down his shorts, and his cock pops out, thick and already leaking pre-cum as he lazily strokes the base, thinking about Jude. "Damn..fuck," Haaland curses, rubbing his cock as he imagines Jude bent over, his pussy leaking slick for him. Maybe even moaning his name, and it'd be Erling, not Haaland, though it doesn't matter because it's still his name he's moaning out.
Perhaps he's begging for Haaland to put it in already, and Haaland jerks, stroking it faster as small, hurried gasps come out of him as he jerks off to the thought of the omega. He wants to scent him, mark him, let everyone know he's his and his only.
He wants to squeeze his waist and feel his ass press against his hips, going as deep as possible until Jude can't take it, crying against his sheets as he can't help but only remember Haaland's name.
Haaland's hips thrust up into his hand, hissing as he wished it was Jude's hand instead. Or even his mouth. Oh fuck, Haaland thought, his sight getting hazy.
Jude is on his knees, in between Haaland's thighs as he looks up at the alpha, his big, brown eyes focusing on him only as he gasps when he tugs Haaland's shorts, his hard cock popping out as it hits against Jude's lips.
Jude's face is flustered, as Haaland's hand is on his head, pushing it against his mouth as he opens it, letting his tongue taste the salty tip as Jude's hands paw on Haaland's thighs.
"Mmh, I don't think..." Jude whimpers as Haaland makes him go deeper, effectively shutting him up.
He sucks, his pouty mouth stretched wide around Haaland's cock as his eyes are flickering up and down at Haaland and then his dick. His eyes are watery as he takes it all, bobbing his head as he blows him like a lollipop.
He drools even, eyes rolling back as the tip hits his throat, gagging slightly as Haaland wants more. It feels so good and wet and he can smell Jude's scent oozing in his room.
Daises...Haaland remembers briefly from a book he read that daises stood for purity, innocence, and joy. Damnit, Jude was the definition of joy for him. His eyes screamed purity, and Haaland wanted to ruin it.
He cums, and he slowly leans back, staring at the ceiling.
Little crush, my ass.
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Haaland can't find his jersey in the lockers from yesterday, and his coach scolds him for losing it. He has to play in a stinky, mesh jersey for practice. Haaland curses to himself for running away after grabbing Jude's strand. Now he's lost his damn jersey.
Kicking the ball towards Jude, he scores and Jude whoops, grinning brightly as he came towards Haaland. The alpha isn't so mad anymore. "Good pass, Haaland." Jude said, hugging him. Haaland finds himself satisfied that he always gets Jude's attention.
"Yeah, not a big deal." Haaland replied back, hugging him like he didn't jerk off to him last night. "It sucks I gotta play in this though." The older man looks down at himself. It's mesh, so you can see his chiseled body underneath slightly, subtly so. "Hey, you were there last. Did you see it anywhere?"
Jude doesn't answer, so Haaland looks at him to find Jude staring at him weirdly, but not even at his face, and rather at his body.
"Jude?" Haaland repeated again, waving an arm. Jude snaps back up to Haaland, and he smiles, tilting his head. "Huh?"
Haaland rolled his eyes playfully. "Jude, did you even hear me? I lost my jersey yesterday, and I know you were there last, sooo, you have any idea where it went?" Jude shakes his head. "Oh, sorry, mate, I didn't see it when I finished showering."
The coach whistles, and practice resumes.
Huh, it's not like my jersey can run off...Haaland doesn't want to buy another, and he never had too until this year. He's never lost it. As he gets back into position, he kicks the ball towards his teammate, and he forgets about it for now.
When practice is over, like always, him and Jude are last besides the coach to clean up the cones and balls. "It's weird," Haaland starts. Jude looks over, acknowledging that he's listening.
"I've never lost my jersey until now. I mean, I lose a lot of stuff, sure, but not the thing I almost wear everyday." Haaland said, picking up the last cones. Jude doesn't answer at first, and he looks rather guilty. Or sad? Haaland can't tell. Damn scent blockers.
"Must be a shame...you can get another though, right?" Jude asked. Haaland nodded. He can, but it'll probably take a week or so for them to get the right measurements, and his name on it.
"Yeah, it's just, damn, I've worn that for like, 3 years." Haaland said, slinging the football bag over his shoulder easily. He's always carried the heavier stuff, never letting Jude do it. It makes him feel useful.
They walk towards the locker rooms as they chat. Opening the door, Jude takes a shower first as Haaland places the stuff back in the storage. Walking towards his locker, he grabs a towel to shower.
Jude is still showering when Haaland steps in, and he can hear him humming softly. He doesn't have his scent blockers, so Haaland can smell it a little more, a little more prominent. It makes Haaland feel things, and he needs to turn the water cold before he pops a boner in front of the man that's making him go borderline psycho.
Who am I kidding..,we're just friends. Haaland thought, squirting shampoo into his hand as he rubs it together. If he found out Haaland had a strand of his hair, he'd probably call the police. Haaland wouldn't blame him. Who takes somebody's hair? A serial killer.
But Haaland isn't killing anybody. He's just being a major weirdo on his friend.
That likes to fantasize about his best friend on his cock and marking him until there's no skin for Haaland to mark. The alpha thinks he must have a problem, because his crushes don't go this far. He washes his hair, closing his eyes as water hits his skin.
Is it because Jude is a guy?
Haaland has never thought of himself to be homophobic, he's clocked that he liked looking at guys sometimes during his years in high school, but he hasn't dated one. But it didn't make sense. Wouldn't he feel repulsed that he was feeling like this if he was secretly somehow homophobic?
Haaland doesn't understand himself. He thought he would after 22 years of his life. Or maybe it's because he's never actually had a crush or wanted to date a guy that he's more perverted than usual, because he acts like a gentleman to the ladies he's sweet on.
Or maybe because Jude was too pretty that he's secretly a succubus omega feeding off Haaland's poor, poor, perverted soul. It could be true. Jude can be a little devilish when he wanted too.
He was so deep into his thoughts he didn't realize Jude already finished.
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Huh?
Haaland blinks, water dripping down his skin as he stares at the jersey in his locker. It wasn't there before. Haaland swore it wasn't there the last time he checked. Jude was busy texting somebody, thumbs flying furiously as Haaland stared at the miracle his locker pulled off while he was in the shower.
How did it get in here?
"My jersey," Haaland said dumbly. Jude looks over, raising a brow. "Hm?"
"My jersey, er, I, it's here!" Haaland said, waving a hand at his, well, jersey. "It wasn't here this morning, and now it is? I swear I checked this locker like 10 times before I gave up."
Jude shrugs casually, chewing his bottom lip. "Maybe you just didn't check hard enough?"
It's bullshit, because that jersey is basically connected to his body.
"...doesn't make sense," Haaland muttered, but he's glad anyway. Searching his bag for his shirt, he puts it on.
Grabbing the jersey, it feels rather damp for some odd reason. He doesn't pay that much mind to it, too overwhelmed with the fact he doesn't have to waste money on buying another jersey.
And he definitely doesn't have to wear that stinky mesh again, even though he wore it once. It was like cheating.
It smelled...off though, like somebody sprayed lots of perfume on it to cover something up. Weird, Haaland doesn't remember wearing perfume. His natural scent was musk and hay, with a subtle scent of fresh bread.
"You know, it smells a bit strange.." Haaland said offhandedly. He doesn't notice Jude tense up a bit, gripping his phone tighter as Haaland's brows furrow.
"Perhaps it's just been there too long? sometimes you reek of sweat, Haaland." Jude joked, and Haaland pouts. "I don't stink that bad." Jude laughs and Haaland's heart sings. Do devils laugh that pretty?
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But you know this locker stinks of sweaty pheromones."
"I guess."