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Bellingham wasn't ashamed of being an omega.
Why would he? A hard working player, considered the best of his team by hundreds- no, thousands all over the world. Even those that weren't particularly interested on the sport just needed to stay for a match to see it for themselves.
Bellingham knew his worth. It transcended his secondary gender, usually the weaker of the three. Alphas and betas all looked down at the supposedly inferior omega, underestimating his abilities.
But anyone that had played against him knew better. Anyone that had witnessed his plays was aware of the security and confidence Bellingham provided the moment he stood on the field.
England was winning. They had been for the entire match, with an incredible amount of four goals against the non existent ones from France the first half. However, things had started to take a turn. France's strategy had shifted, using their potential to the fullest to the point of almost catching up on multiple occasions. Bellingham hadn't planned on playing. He had told their coach that he wouldn't play, and seeing how the match had started with a goal in the first two minutes, he really thought his spot on the bench was secured.
The match wasn't extremely important. They were just fighting for a third place, with no chance of joining the already decided finals. The only one that was risking an award was Mbappé, his hunger for goals not satisfied even after taking an advantage of two against Messi within twenty minutes.
Even so, as time went on Bellingham itched to be on the field. A reckless idea considering his circumstances, but how could he miss out on showing off at the end of such an insane match, securing their well earned, no longer pitiful third place? Besides, some players were beyond exhausted after running around for more than an hour nonstop. They could use the change of pace.
Bellingham stood next to the referee on the side of the field, waiting for his teammate to exit before he could enter. Once he took a step beyond the white line of grass, cheers echoed all over the stadium. The player everyone had been waiting for, Jude Bellingham, was finally on the field.
While in heat.
He hadn't taken suppressants due to assuming he wasn't going to play at all, but the coach trusted him nonetheless. Bellingham knew how to control himself. Even if he sometimes got a bit touchy with other players, nothing crazy would happen.
Haaland wasn't on the field after all.
Bellingham couldn't contain his smile at the mere thought of the other man, his alpha. Haaland had been so frustrated during their match, his own team not trusting him with the ball since the omega was around. Norway lost, with Bellingham scoring the two goals that had sent England to the semifinals. All in all, it had been a good day for Bellingham. He got to tease Haaland on the field, then shared their rest of the day happily intertwined under the sheets.
However, such direct contact with one another had rushed Bellingham's heat. He had checked his calendar. What was supposed to happen the week after the final match surprised him two days before the current one. As he ran through the field, the rest of the players, mostly alphas, scrunched their noses at the strong scent he emitted. It wasn't Bellingham's, but Haaland's. The cheerful yet protective man had made sure to cover the omega with pheromones that repelled other alphas, overpowering Bellingham's welcoming ones.
A penalty, Saka successfully getting a hat trick. Dembélé's attempt at catching up gave France their fourth goal, with Bellingham reinforcing England's victory two minutes later. France four, England six. A total of ten goals in a match that gave Mbappé the current title of top scorer and England the bronze. Bellingham closed the door of the hotel happier than he'd expected. That match against Argentina had almost made him forget how fun football could be.
Bellingham sighed. A heavy exhale, one that carried the exhaustion of the match, the celebration with his teammates and being away from his alpha throughout it all. Haaland turned his head to look at him from the couch, receiving him with a smile and open arms. Bellingham practically threw himself at him. He was sweaty, the outside world hot with the overwhelming summer. Haaland didn't mind in the slightest, keeping him close.
The omega protested, face buried on Haaland's neck. His scent was calming and familiar, but the weather made it incredibly difficult to cuddle and nest properly, even with the air conditioner on full blast. Haaland giggled, the vibrations of his laugh comforting against Bellingham's skin.
"What do you need?" Haaland asked. He could offer a shower, some food, or himself, but Bellingham seemed too exhausted to kick him for the corniness. No fun.
Bellingham didn't have to think much, lifting himself with his arms to look at Haaland underneath him. The alpha's eyes were full of fondness, proud of his omega's accomplishments on today's match. "Have you showered?"
"Do I stink?"
Bellingham rolled his eyes. "You know why I'm asking."
Haaland laughed at the playful nudge. "I could use another one no problem."
Good enough. That was all Bellingham needed to get up and walk towards the bathroom, followed by Haaland who stole more than a few glances at Bellingham when he began undressing. And why only have his eyes all over the omega when his hands were perfectly free? Bellingham felt the other man's chest against his back, both of them shirtless and with a warmth unrelated to the season. Haaland's arms hugged his waist, the tip of his nose caressing Bellingham's scent gland as he inhaled his sweet scent. Bellingham's muscles untensed, relaxing in Haaland's hold.
"Everyone was all over me today." Haaland brought Bellingham closer, a hint of jealousy brewing at the omega's words. "All stinking of sweat, awful perfumes and pheromones." Bellingham chuckled. "Still dared to complain about me having your scent all over."
Haaland relaxed. Bellingham could feel the alpha's smile as he nuzzled closer. "Did you complain too?"
"Nah, I just let them talk. I was a bit out of it to be honest, only caught the bits and pieces when they mentioned you."
"Your heats are strong." Haaland commented. It was indeed unusual to be so affected even after treating it for two days.
"Right? It's like they don't want to go away easily." Bellingham's breathing became heavier as Haaland's hands wandered, lips making contact with his skin. "You treat me too well, my body practically begs to be handled by you."
Haaland breathed to ground himself, exhale hot against Bellingham's nape. "You can't just say that…"
"Oh, why?" Bellingham tilted his head, giving Haaland more access to his neck. "Works you up?" The omega smirked, Haaland's pressure against his back and his scent becoming heavier telling him more than his words ever could.
"Is treating you too well a complaint?"
"Hm…" Bellingham closed his eyes, pretending to think. "If it were, would you be rougher?"
Haaland's kisses traveled upwards to Bellingham's jaw, then the side of his face, and finally his ear. "Even rougher than after our match."
Bellingham chuckled. "Don't threaten me with a good time."
Haaland giggled as well. After playfully squeezing Bellingham's ass, he detached himself from the omega's back and finished undressing, the two men getting comfortable in the refreshing tub. There was plenty of space, but Haaland quickly made his point clear by opening his arms to Bellingham, who sat in front of him, back against the alpha's chest once more.
Silently, the two men enjoyed each other's company. Haaland pampered Bellingham by touching him all over. Delicately, clearly holding back. Bellingham couldn't contain the occasional smirk at Haaland's shaky breath against his nape.
Bellingham was more relaxed, feeling like home in Haaland's hold. He leaned his weight all on Haaland, who hugged him closer and inhaled the now sweet scent of Bellingham. A scent that wasn't mixed with anyone else's, portraying calmness and content. Bellingham equally basked on Haaland's pheromones, which surrounded the couple in an unconscious protectiveness.
"Jude."
"Hm?" Bellingham answered, his eyes closed.
"You still have energy?" Haaland's smirk was evident in his tone, hand wandering higher from Bellingham's inner thigh.
Bellingham scoffed. "Can't ignore how hard you are either." His exhale stuttered, Haaland's strong palm and fingers teasing him.
Haaland didn't reply with words but with actions. He turned Bellingham so that the omega was facing him, taking a moment to admire the obvious surprise on Bellingham's expression. Haaland laughed fondly, urging the omega to press their bodies closer. Bellingham complied, arms wrapped around Haaland's neck. Chests touching. Foreheads against one another. For a beat, all they did was admire each other.
With Bellingham panting and eyes half closed, Haaland decided it was enough waiting and not nearly enough Bellingham.
Haaland's hand wandered between their bodies, taking a hold of their flushed erections with one hand. Bellingham's head fell back, mouth open and throat resounding with sweet pleas. Haaland's mouth got busy on the exposed area. Kissing, licking, his teeth gracing against the scent gland with the need to mark, claim as his.
"Erling." Bellingham warned, though it was delivered with a weakness that would've been inviting if they didn't know each other so well.
Haaland grumbled, detaching himself from Bellingham's neck for good measure. It's not like they didn't want to be connected, but rather that they couldn't. Being a public figure forced them to keep the rumors as just rumors, no matter how truthful they were.
"Jude." Haaland called out, breathless. Bellingham found his eyes and connected their mouths in a hungry kiss. Their lips clashed messily, drinking each other's moans as Haaland picked up the pace.
Bellingham bit down on Haaland's lower lip, barely muttering an apology. "Close." His body twitched, nails digging on Haaland's scalp.
Haaland squeezed their climax out of their bodies, forehead pressed against Bellingham's shoulder as the omega's back arched, toes curling. Bellingham wasn't sure if his forehead was damp with sweat or water, the thought becoming less than secondary as Haaland switched their positions. The alpha's warmth covered Bellingham, who was now trapped between Haaland's body and the edge of the tub.
"More?" Haaland asked.
Bellingham licked his lips, taking in the entire picture of Haaland for a moment. The alpha looked hungry, slightly out of it, clearly not satisfied yet.
Bellingham nodded. "Don't hold back."
They were on the same page, always. Even while on different teams.