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Summary
It's stupid. The Norwegian is not his mate. He owes Jude nothing. They'd shared two good years together in Germany. Although they'd never put a label on what they had, they'd got to the point where it stopped feeling like mindless sex, and started to feel more like an actual relationship. At least, that's how Jude had felt. One evening, three months before Erling transferred to Manchester City, they had been lying in bed together. Erling was rutting, passed out on his side after filling Jude with three consecutive loads of his cum, and Jude had wound himself around his back, kissed the back of his neck and whispered into the night, "I wish you would mate me."
Erling was gone twelve weeks later. Jude has never really forgiven him, he thinks.
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It is at approximately the forty-second minute mark, during their match against Argentina for a spot in the FIFA 2026 World Cup final, that Jude Bellingham realises he is in heat.
Erling Håland is 5,300 miles away.
Series
- Part 2 of In His Pocket