#girlfriend reader

Late afternoon in Monaco arrived gently, painting the sky with soft shades of gold, pink, and orange.

Inside the spacious and minimalist apartment she shared with Lando, Y/n finally enjoyed a moment of absolute tranquility.

The workday had been long, filled with commitments that demanded her full attention. Upon crossing the threshold of her house, immediate relief came with a long, leisurely shower, the kind where the hot water seems to wash away thoughts as well.

Now, Y/n was holding a glass of wine, and in the room, a vinyl record filled the space with soft music.

Y/n didn't do anything extraordinary or grand. In fact, I was just waiting. Waiting to hear the sound of the door opening, waiting for the familiar footsteps echoing down the hallway, waiting for the moment when I could sit next to him on the sofa, tuck my feet under my body, and share the small, mundane things that had happened during the day.

She walked barefoot to where the vinyl collection they had built together was kept. Holding the glass in one hand, she squinted, analyzing with half-closed eyes which record to play next. Every now and then, she hummed an almost inaudible snippet of the current song, completely distracted.

It was precisely because she was so lost in her own world that she didn't notice when the front door opened.

Lando entered the apartment silently. He carefully closed the door behind him, and the next instant, his eyes met Y/n's on the other side of the room; singing softly, her body swaying to the rhythm of the melody. For a few long seconds, Lando simply stopped and watched.

A tired but genuinely tender smile appeared on his lips as he leaned forward to retrieve his sneakers near the entrance, and the keys were left on the small table.

She was still focused on choosing the next record, and watching her slightly furrow her brow as she read the titles was the most adorable thing in the world. So adorable that Lando remained motionless for a few more moments, simply watching the woman he loved exist within his own home.

But slowly, his smile began to fade from his lips.

The sheer beauty of that scene suddenly brought with it an uncomfortable, heavy feeling in the stomach.

A silent and cutting guilt.

Lando realized with a pang in his chest that he couldn't remember the last time he had stopped everything just to observe her like that, without haste, without looking at the clock.

It wasn't because I didn't love her; quite the opposite. Perhaps it was precisely because I loved her so much and trusted so much in what they had that I unconsciously began to believe that she would always be there.

Exactly in that place. Waiting for him. Understanding every absence.

This made everything even more painful for Lando, because when he got home, he didn't find an angry girlfriend, with her arms crossed or ready to start a fair argument about his mistakes. He found someone who continued to love him in exactly the same light and uninhibited way as always.

And sometimes, the guilt hits harder when the other person isn't demanding anything at all from you.

The last few months passed before his eyes in a painful sequence of memories.

The countless nights he opened that same door too late, finding the lights off; the dinners postponed at the last minute; the repeated promises of "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I swear"; her affectionate messages that he would answer hours later; the calls ended quickly because he needed to resolve something else with the engineers or the team.

And Y/n always understood. She always said everything was fine, always smiled, and assured Lando that he didn't need to worry.

But now, watching her alone, content with her own solitude while waiting only for her company at the end of the day, Lando felt the crushing weight of that realization fall upon his shoulders.

She deserved more. Much more than the leftovers of her day.

And the worst part was knowing that Y/n would probably never have the courage to say it out loud, because she cared too much about not being a burden.

Lando pushed those thoughts aside and walked towards her.

Without making a sound, he approached from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his chest against her back. Y/n let out a small cry of surprise, but it almost instantly vanished from her expression when she met those familiar green eyes so close.

A warm, bright smile spread across her face, and Lando felt his chest tighten once more with her sweetness, burying his face in her neck.

"Hi." Y/n let out a soft laugh, relaxing her body against his. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry." Lando smiled, pulling her a little closer to him.

"You're not excused." She joked, laughing softly and shaking her head.

Despite the mock scolding, Y/n was already leaning in to give him a quick, loud kiss on the lips. Lando smiled against her mouth, tasting the wine, and cupped her face in one hand, his fingers caressing her cheek before stealing it for another kiss, this time slower, deeper, and more needy.

Simply because I felt a desperate longing for her that I could barely measure when I was away from her.

"You arrived early." Y/n smiled as soon as they parted, raising her free hand to fix a stray curl that fell across his forehead.

"Is this a complaint?"

"I'm assessing the situation." She laughed, her eyes sparkling with the teasing. "Because normally, you only show up when I'm already thinking about going to sleep."

Lando lowered his hand from her face and placed it on her waist, pulling her closer. "How dramatic."

"Maybe a little." Y/n conceded, letting out a comfortable sigh and resting her chin on his shoulder. "I even looked at the clock when I heard the door."

"Liar, you were looking at the vinyl records and humming along."

Y/n pulled her head away from his shoulder, feigning disbelief. "Ah! You were watching me!"

"You caught me. I was!" Lando wrinkled his nose with a mischievous smile and leaned in to awkwardly touch his nose to hers.

"Cute!" Y/n smiled, playfully rubbing her nose against his in a gentle back-and-forth motion that made Lando laugh.

Silence settled between them again, but in a comfortable and familiar way. Y/n moved away just enough to slide another record off the shelf.

As soon as new music began to fill the room again, Lando approached from behind without saying a word, his arms returning to encircle her waist. Y/n smiled immediately, feeling the warmth of the embrace, resting the back of her head against Lando's shoulder while her soft fingers rested on his hands.

Lando began to rock them slowly, guiding a lazy, gentle sway from side to side right there. It didn't even seem like a real dance; it was just a selfish excuse to keep her as close to his body as possible, an excuse to inhale the sweet scent of her hair, to feel the comforting warmth of her skin, and to savor a few minutes that seemed to have become increasingly rare and precious in recent months.

It was precisely in that moment of quiet that he began to pay attention to the lyrics of the song.

Each verse that spoke of invisible distances and silent presences seemed to fit into an extremely uncomfortable and painful place within him.

The suffocating tightness in his chest returned immediately, stronger than before.

Lando slowly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Y/n just below him. She remained completely relaxed in his arms, moving in step with him, oblivious to the storm of guilt and anguish that was beginning to form inside her boyfriend's chest.

And seeing that peace in her only made things worse for Lando.

Because Y/n still seemed genuinely happy, content, and grateful just to have him there, holding her, even after all the months in which he had only been partially present in the life they shared.

"Funny..." His voice came out low, almost disappearing amidst the chords of the music.

Y/n raised her head slightly. "What, love?"

"That song. I had never really stopped to pay attention to it before."

"It's one of my favorites," Y/n said softly, completely oblivious to the turmoil he was feeling. "The record must be scratched from how often I play it." She chuckled.

But Lando didn't join in the laughter and didn't say anything else immediately; he simply held her shoulders gently and partially turned Y/n's body within his arms, just enough to be able to observe her from the front and look into her eyes.

"What is it, dear?" she asked, immediate concern softening her tone.

Lando took a deep breath, feeling the heavy air.

"It's just that... there's a part of the song that's stuck in my head." Y/n tilted her head slightly, not understanding where the conversation was going, and Lando looked away for a moment. "About forgetting to say... and not having time for certain things. But someone always being there, waiting..."

Confusion remained clearly etched on Y/n's face, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, but she remained silent.

"I was just thinking..." He continued, his voice faltering slightly. "We had a trip planned to Italy a few months ago, remember?"

Y/n blinked, clearly surprised by the sudden and specific change of subject. "Yes, I remember."

"I canceled two days before we were supposed to go and said I'd make up for it right away." Lando continued, his words tumbling over each other before she could interrupt him. "Our anniversary dinner was also canceled... because I got home at midnight."

"You were at the factory working, Lando. With the new simulator." Y/n pointed out gently, without any trace of anger or resentment in her voice.

And that lack of accountability was exactly what made everything worse for him.

"It was... But it was still our anniversary. And it was important. It should have been a priority."

"I know." She tried to offer a comforting smile, but her lips trembled.

Lando noticed the millisecond of sadness in her eyes, and it hit him like a punch.

"Do you remember that whole week I spent traveling for work?"

"Which one?"

The question slipped from her lips before she could process the weight of those words, and it hurt Lando more than any argument ever would.

Because she was absolutely right.

He lowered his head, and an immensely sad smile appeared. "You stayed up waiting for my goodnight call every day that week."

"I didn't mind, Lan. I know how crazy your routine is these days."

"But I care!" His voice rose, heavy with frustration directed at himself. Y/n opened her mouth to reply, but he continued verbalizing everything that was bottled up inside. "Twice that same week I said I'd call when I got to the hotel and I just forgot."

Y/n lowered her eyes for a brief second, fidgeting with his fingers. "You were busy..."

"That's the damn problem!" His voice came out lower, almost a painful whisper. "I'm always busy."

"Lando..."

"No." For the first time that night he interrupted her firmly, not out of irritation with her, but because he needed to wrest that truth from within himself before it choked him. "I've spent the last few months telling myself, and anyone who will listen, that I'm doing all this for us, for our future... and maybe some of that is true. But... that excuse doesn't change the fact that I've been distant. I left you alone here."

Y/n shook her head immediately, her eyes fixed on his.

Lando simply watched her silently for a moment, feeling his heart break at seeing how hard Y/n was trying to protect him from his own negligence. He swallowed hard, his teary eyes fixed on hers.

"I've been distant... I have, love... and we both know it."

Y/n tried to open her mouth to formulate a response, however, the words seemed increasingly fragile.

There really was no line of reasoning, no team deadline or last-minute meeting that could justify the void that had been dragging on, and they both knew it.

Lando swallowed hard, feeling a painful lump tighten in his throat, and his eyes briefly fell on the record player in the corner of the room. The music continued playing in the background, undisturbed, filling the space with that melody that now seemed like a direct accusation.

"I think the worst part is that I'm listening to this song and..." He let out a shaky breath. "...and I'm realizing that I've become the guy from the lyrics."

Y/n simply closed her eyes slowly, letting a heavy tear fall, because deep down in her heart, she knew he was right.

The silence that followed seemed infinitely heavier, denser, and more suffocating than any heated discussion or argument they had ever had during all those many years of their relationship.

Because there was no anger there, no shouting, no finger-pointing or bitter accusations. There was only the stark truth floating between the two, impossible to ignore.

Lando watched the silent tear roll down her face, and seeing that solitary drop was worse than hearing any cry of frustration.

His hand moved up to Y/n's face, touching her skin with extreme lightness.

"I'm so sorry..." His voice came out hoarse with emotion. "I'm so sorry for every dinner I canceled at the last minute. For every call I promised to make when I got to the hotel and simply didn't."

Y/n lowered her gaze, unable to maintain eye contact, and Lando noticed another tear fall from her eye onto his fingers.

"I'm so sorry for turning you into someone who waits... You should never, ever have to keep looking at the clock to see if I'll arrive early. You should never have to eat dinner alone at a table for two. You should never have to make excuses to justify my failures, to yourself." Lando gave a sad smile, his eyes welling up with tears. "You love me in a way I can't even explain, Y/n. And I think I spent so much time believing you'd always be here with open arms that I stopped showing how grateful I am to have you in my life."

"Lan..."

"I don't want you to forgive me because I work too hard or because the season is difficult. I want you to forgive me because I wronged you." His voice broke completely, his chest heaving slightly. "I love you more than anything in the world, and yet I made you feel alone in our own home..."

Hearing that confession, devoid of pride, Y/n finally broke down and began to cry loudly.

It was that silent cry that springs from the depths of your soul when someone finally touches exactly the wound you've spent months trying to ignore and hide.

"I missed you." The confession came out almost in a drawn-out whisper, and Lando closed his eyes tightly. "I missed you the whole time, Lan... but you were working so hard, trying to make everything work out, that I just didn't want to complain." Y/n let out a small, sad laugh through her tears. "I didn't want to seem like the crazy girlfriend, you know? The one who keeps nagging and complaining because her boyfriend is building his career."

Her voice faltered for a moment, sobs choking her throat.

"I didn't want to be that suffocating person or the one who tries to control everything. So I just... I just told myself it was a phase, that it was temporary. That next week you'd have more time." She tried to force a brave smile, and then another heavy tear fell from her eyes. "But when that didn't happen... I invented another excuse for myself to keep enduring."

Lando felt his chest tear open from the inside, because hearing that was the exact confirmation of what he suspected. Y/n carried all that weight in absolute silence, simply because she loved him too much to be a burden. And that lack of selfishness made Lando's own mistakes even more unbearable to bear.

"Look at me," Lando whispered, and Y/n looked up to meet his gaze. He cupped her face in his hands with a careful firmness, his fingers nestled against her skin.

"I can't change the last few months, I know that. I can't go back in time and show up at that dinner, or on that trip, or simply be right here when you needed me..." His thumbs caressed her cheeks, drying her fresh tears. "But I can change things from now on, and I will. I want to be here, Y/n. Not because I have an obligation or because I should, but because I want to be with you more than anywhere else."

Another tear rolled down his cheek, and he immediately wiped it away.

"You are my home. You're the first person I want to call to tell about the good things that happen and the first person I want to run to to complain when everything goes wrong." His hand slid gently through her hair, subtly pulling her closer. "You're the first thing I remember when I wake up and the last thing before I close my eyes to sleep. And I truly don't want to continue living a life where you only get what's left of me when the day ends. Because you deserve the best part of who I am... because you are the best part of me."

Her smile trembled, her lips curving as the tears began to subside.

"Lando..."

"I just want you for the rest of my life."

He smiled slightly, and at that exact moment, the tears Lando had been holding back fell silently down his own face. Seeing his vulnerability made Y/n reach out and wipe his face away before gently resting her forehead against his once more.

"I accept your apology..." she whispered, her heart light.

Lando's breath hitched for a split second when he heard those words. Overcome with overwhelming relief, he urgently pulled her close, enveloping her in a tight, protective embrace.

After floating in that cocoon for a few moments, Y/n moved away just enough to see his face, and a small but genuinely happy smile appeared on her lips.

"What do we do now?" Y/n asked, her voice lighter.

Lando smiled and leaned slightly to the side, picking up her wine glass that had been left on the table minutes before.

"Now we're going to drink wine, listen to those old songs you love, and tell you all about our day." His smile widened, his green eyes sparkling.

Because that routine seemed absurdly simple to the outside world, and precisely for that reason, it was the most important and precious thing to him.

"Because from today onwards, my time is entirely yours and you can do whatever you want with me." Lando smiled sideways with that characteristic charm, and Y/n let out a laugh he hadn't heard in a long time.

"Are you really trying to win me over again?"

"Is it working?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Fortunately, it is!"

"So I'm going to keep doing this every day."

Lando placed one hand on Y/n's waist, pulling her closer so their bodies were pressed together, while his other hand moved up and rested gently on the side of her face, his fingers caressing her skin.

He leaned in slowly and pulled her into a slow, deep, and calm kiss, full of tenderness and a clear intention to start over. It was as if he were meticulously relearning every detail about her, wanting to etch that exact moment into his memory forever.

Y/n responded immediately to the touch, surrendering to the kiss without any resistance.

And as the last chord of the vinyl finished playing, Y/n realized that this was exactly everything she had hoped for since the moment she opened the bottle of wine and chose the first record on the shelf.

It was simply the real presence, the vulnerability, and the power to truly share life with him. With his sweet, imperfect, and passionate Lando Norris.

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.

You tried your best to keep pace with Joe’s long legs as you trailed behind him, fingers knotted through his. He Handed his keys off to the valet, his face expressionless as he did so. You felt your cheeks flush at the knowledge of what you had just done, knowing some stranger was about to get into the same car. Trying to keep your face down, you mumbled a thank you to the man as you passed him by. The walk wasn’t long, but your short legs were no match for Joe's long strides. 

“Joey, can we slow down? It’s hard to walk in these damn things,” you pleaded, wishing you had taken them off and reaped the consequences later. 

He wordlessly obeyed your request, slowing his pace slightly so you could catch up. Joe took the opportunity to release your hand, slipping his own protectively around your waist to keep you close. You walked through the sliding doors of the hotel lobby, Joe making a beeline for the elevators. The wait was short, glad to have gotten an elevator all to yourselves. Joe pressed the ‘close doors’ button as fast as he could, making you giggle.

“Someone’s eager,” you said, trying to spin to face him. You were feigning for his touch, still riding the high from your first orgasm. It was nothing compared to what Joe could give you, him knowing your body better than you did.

Joe pulled you tightly into his front, the feel of his cock straining against his dress pants making your breath hitch in your throat. The thought that this could stop on any floor, anyone could walk in had your pulse thrumming. Joe leaned his head down to the crook of your neck, mouth dangerously close to your ear.

“Do you know how badly I want to fuck you right now?” Joe asked as more of a rhetorical question, “how badly I wanted to rip this dress off of you before we even got out of the car at the venue?”

He slipped the back of your dress up, keeping your front covered. You let out a gasp of surprise at the sudden breeze on your backside, feeling more exposed than you were in the car. You were shocked, unsure of what to do with this new side of Joe. He was always so reserved when it came to you, but tonight was like he had flipped a switch of his own.

“I’m regretting letting you put your excuse for fucking panties back on right now,” he groaned, giving your ass a smack and a squeeze. Joe took the chance to grind himself against you, a moan slipping from your lips at the feel of him, desperate to have him against your bare skin

You made it out of the elevator unscathed, in a desperate pursuit to find your room. You fumbled with the keycard, unsure as to why Joe entrusted you with the job considering his composure was much better than yours. He waited patiently though, large hands on your shoulders while you went through your bag to find it, slipping it out of your purse and only dropping it to the floor once before you both made it in the confines of your room. 

The moment you passed the threshold, Joe was on you. You had only taken a few steps in as your back was against the door as it closed. Joe’s mouth was everywhere on your skin, lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

He walked you backwards to the center of the room, mouth never leaving yours. When he was satisfied with your placement, he left one final kiss to your lips before parting from you. You groaned at the loss of contact, confusion over your features when he took a seat in the armchair. 

“I want you to strip for me, sweetheart,” Joe growled out, eyes heavy with desire. His eyes were so blown with lust, you’d give him anything he asked of you. 

You walked towards him silently as you spun around, needing help unzipping your dress. You felt his large warm hands move up your back before settling on the top of your back. Joe gave you a short stroke of his thumb as a way of saying he was there, using his other hand to move the zipper down to the base of your spine. You walked back towards the middle of the room, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves as you turned back to face your man.

You hesitated for a brief second, processing his request fully under his domineering gaze before he gently nodded towards you as a sign to go ahead. He dropped you a wink before giving you a small smile, reminding you that your Joey was still here, even if he was putting on this persona tonight. You wanted to please him, give him the proper celebration he deserved. 

You pulled your hair to one side, exposing your shoulder and the skimpy strap of your dress. You locked eyes with him, taking your hair and moving the strap to slip down your arm. His eyes never left yours, licking his lips as he was unable to settle into the chair fully. You could tell he was ready to jump your bones, holding himself back to preserve this moment for as long as possible. You moved to drop the strap from your other shoulder and watched as the fabric pooled around your ankles. You stepped out of it as Joe moved from his stop on the chair. He had you in his arms, tossing you like you weighed absolutely nothing back against the pillows on the bed. You erupted in laughter, feeling heat pool in your stomach at his sheer size and strength.

You were laid back on the bed, knees bent and your heels sticking into the duvet. You watched Joe as he started to rid himself of his clothes. You admired him, feeling a strong pull of lust and love for the man before you. A well of pride sat heavy on your chest that you were able to shower him with the love and affection he deserved, to treat him like the MVP you believed he was to you. You watched as he reached around his neck, getting ready to slip the chains off for the night.

“Keep them on,” you spoke softer than you meant to, breathless at the sight of him, “you never wear jewelry, I wanna enjoy it.”

Joe nodded at your request, beginning to remove his jacket while leaving the chains around his neck. His skin was taught, his muscled chest finally being within your reach after he wore that suit all night. You got up from your place on the bed, moving on your knees to meet Joe where he was standing. He took the last of his clothing off, tossing it to the side before turning towards you. You took your opportunity, slipping a delicate hand up his chest and settling on one of his chains, giving a soft pull towards you. Joe groaned at the feeling of the taught jewelry at the nape of his neck, nipping at your lips in praise. His hands settled on your ass, gripping your cheeks in both hands before giving them a tender squeeze. You gasped at the sudden touch, Joe capitalized on the moment to slip his tongue in your mouth. Moving one hand to the middle of your back to support your body. 

It was raw and full of passion, unfiltered and encompassing the pent up emotions of the day.  Your hands were lost in his hair, gripped whatever you could to keep your head from spinning. Joe laid you back on the mattress, getting to his knees and pulling you to the edge of the bed. Much like he did earlier, he took the time to take off each one of your heels

“As sexy as these are, I wanna be able to move you around freely and not risk taking a heel to the face,” Joe joked lightly, slipping off your heel as he kissed up your calf. You nodded in agreement knowing you weren’t the most coordinated person. Even in intense moments like this, he always knew how to keep you comfortable. He repeated the same on your other leg, taking the time to move slowly up your body. Joe didn’t leave an inch of skin untouched by his lips as he settled at the apex of your thighs. 

“God you’re fucking dripping for me, sweet girl. How do you want me first?” Joe asked as he toyed with you, stroking the area just above your pubic bone causing you to stir.

“What do you mean first?” you question him, you did already finish once tonight. Your mind went blank at the possibility of just how much he wanted to wear you out tonight.

“You heard me, I plan on getting you to cum multiple times tonight. How many times do you think I can make you finish him? Once, twice, maybe three times if I’m lucky” Joe said with such confidence in his voice that your body trembled with excitement. 

“Though I think we both know I don’t need luck for that. I know just what makes you tick, exactly what my girl likes” Joe said as he brought his hand down between your legs, swiping a finger through your slit before moving up to circle your clit with his thumb.

The simplicity of the touch already had your back arching off the bed, having been craving to have his hands on you for hours. He took his free hand and brought two fingers up to your lips, tapping them to get you to open. He slipped them inside, thoroughly wetting them like you did earlier. Your eyes stayed locked on his gaze as he slipped them past your lips with a pop. You could tell he was imagining his cock in your mouth, drawing a lazy smile to your lips as the later probability. 

He brought the wet digits down to your core, slipping them inside of you as he pumped them in and out slowly to start. You were already beginning to lose it, your  body wound so tightly, it wouldn’t take much to get you there. He increased his pace as he changed the angle of his fingers, moving them in the ‘come here’ motion as he kept hitting that certain spot inside of you. In perfect rhythm, you were on fire from his touch as you were seconds from losing it, his movements unrelenting. Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles going white at the sheer pleasure he was causing your body. You felt electric, a simple spark could send you reeling. You tossed your head from side to side against the pillow, eyes clenched shut from the pleasure coursing through you. You were so close to the edge, fighting to get to the point of that sweet release.

“I'm so close, Joey. I wanna cum for you like a good girl,” you moaned, stirring something inside of Joe at your words. It was as if he took your words as his own motivation to get you there, feeling how close you were.

“That’s it, cum all over my fingers baby,” Joe praised as your high ripped through your body, feeling a bit sensitive from your previous orgasm. “Number two will be with my mouth, I gotta get a taste of you.”

Before your mind could uncloud from the high, Joe’s tongue was already slipping inside of you lapping at whatever he could get. Your hands settled into his hair, pulling him closer to your body as you possibly could. You were a moaning mess, earning a groan from Joe in response that only made things feel more intense from the vibrations. It didn’t take long for you to finish on his face, grinding down to ride out your high that came so fast out of left field. This one feeling more intense than the first, the realization dawning on you that you had just squirted all over Joe. A small pit formed in your stomach that he would be upset somehow, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him between your legs.

His gaze met yours, telling you everything you needed to know. His pupils were blown so wide with lust. A look that said ‘don’t you dare feel bad for that’ while he made no move to part from you. He tenderly licked as your breathing even out, lapping at your juices like he was deprived. He moved to make his way up your body, flipping you around and lifting your hips so you were on your knees. He climbed on the bed to settle behind you, leaning down to bring his mouth by your ear. 

“You have no idea how hot that was, watching you do that. I can’t wait for number three to be around my cock, I already know your cunt is so fucking wet for me,” Joe growled out as he brought his mouth down to you, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

You hadn’t spoken much, mumbling back an incoherent string of sounds that were meant to come out as words. Joe laughed behind you, pulling you up from your hands to rest back against him. You leaned your head on his shoulder, taking the time to breath before he would wreck you with his unrelenting thrusts. He gave your temple a kiss, gripping your breasts and toying with your nipples. He already had that knot in your stomach forming again, the pressure building in your center with an ache to have him inside of you.

“Need you inside me, Joe,” you whined against him, reaching your hands around to get any part of him in your grasp. 

“I can’t deny my baby what she wants, good to hear your voice still works for now,” Joe said as he moved you back to your hands and knees. You arched your back and wiggled your hips, ready to have him inside you. You pushed back against him, feeling his hands on your hips to stop your movements. A low whine slipped past your lips, ready to beg for his cock to be inside you already when he slipped in without warning.

You moaned loudly at the fullness of having him inside you, dropping your head in relief at the contact. Joe’s grip on your hips was firm as if he was taking out all of his pent up tension and the nerves from the night out on your body. You weren’t complaining, relishing in the thrusts and feel of his body coming into contact with yours after each one.

He pulled out quickly, flipping you onto your back before quickly finding his way back inside of you. He dropped to his forearms above you, caging you into his body as you locked eyes.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, i wanna see your face when I make you come undone on my cock,” Joe said as he deepened his thrust more than you thought was possible.

Your hands were clawing at his back, trying to ground yourself into the moment, every delicious stroke making you lose more and more of your sense of control. You felt yourself tightening around his cock, your release on the edge of tipping. It was as if Joe knew exactly where you were, dropping one of his hands between you and rolled your clit with his thumb and forefinger, the touch acting like a catalyst to your orgasm. You were a mess below him, arching up into his body as your nail raked down his toned back. 

Your release brought Joe to his own, painting your walls with his own cum shortly after you. He slowed his strokes, the both of you feeling sensitive to the slightest touch after your highs. You both laid there and caught your breath.You brough one of your hands to cup his cheek, Joe leaving into the gentle touch in the aftermath of everything.

“Congratulations, Joey. That was way better than any afterparty’” you said, giving him a peck to the nose as you giggled. Joe’s hand found their way to the sides of your face, still propped up on his forearms.

“Let’s get you cleaned up baby,” Joe said as he picked you up in his arms to bring you into the bathroom. Your body felt tired, but your desire was still high.

“Round two in the shower?” you questioned, wiggling your eyebrows at him making him let out a laugh and you to pout, “I didn't get to reward you properly. Someone was too caught up in my pussy to let me.”

A loud, unmistakable burp escaped you, echoing just enough to make its presence known.

Everything froze.

Keeho’s hand stopped halfway to his mouth. His chewing slowed, then stopped entirely. His eyes widened just a little as he slowly turned his head to look at you, like his brain needed a second to reboot.

The room went quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge.

You met his stare, completely unfazed. You just shrugged, lips pressing together to keep from smiling.

For half a second, he looked genuinely stunned. Then his face cracked.

He laughed. Not a polite chuckle or a controlled laugh. He bent forward, shoulders shaking, one hand braced on his knee while the other still held the forgotten piece of chicken.

“Wow” he said between laughs. “That was one majestic Burp”

You grinned, wiping your fingers on a napkin. “Yeah.”

Keeho laughed even harder, tipping his head back this time. “I have never heard you burp before. Not once. Ever.”

“Well,” you said casually, grabbing another piece of chicken, “there’s a first time for everything.”

He stared at you with a wide smile, eyes bright with amusement. “I feel like I just unlocked a secret level.”

You chewed, swallowed, then looked at him with a playful glint in your eyes. “I had to make sure you were the right one,” you said. “Now I can be my true self.”

That set him off again.

“Oh my God,” he said, laughing so hard he had to set the chicken down. “So this whole time you were holding it in? For me?”

You nodded solemnly. “Great sacrifice.”

Keeho pressed a hand to his chest dramatically. “I’m honored. Truly.”

He looked at you again, really looked this time, like he was seeing something new and precious. Not shocking. Not embarrassing. Just real.

“You know,” he said, voice softer now, “this is actually kind of amazing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “The burp?”

“No,” he said. “The fact that you’re comfortable. Like… fully comfortable.”

You felt warmth spread through your chest. “You don’t think it’s gross?”

He scoffed. “Please. I live with five dudes. This is nothing.”

You laughed, leaning closer to him. He bumped his shoulder against yours, easy and familiar.

“Honestly,” he added, grabbing his soda again, “this makes me like you even more.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased. “You say that now.”

He smirked. “I mean it. No performance. No pretending to be perfect. Just fried chicken, soda, and accidental sound effects.”

You took another sip of soda, eyes locked on him. “Careful,” you said. “There might be more where that came from.”

Keeho grinned back, fearless. “Bring it on. I think I can handle the real you.”

The night went on with grease-stained fingers, shared laughter, and zero pressure to be anything other than exactly who you were.

✫Theo✫

The sports bar buzzed like a live wire. TVs lined the walls, all tuned to the same soccer match, the crowd rising and falling with every near miss. You and Theo sat shoulder to shoulder in a booth sticky with spilled beer and history, wings and fries littering the table like evidence of commitment.

Theo leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes locked on the screen. His jaw tightened when his team fumbled an easy pass.

“Come on,” he muttered. “What was that?”

You laughed and took a sip of your beer, watching him more than the game. You liked this side of him. Focused. Passionate. Just a little dramatic.

Then his team missed an open shot.

Theo groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Ah, damn it. You have to take that shot. You can’t hesitate like that.”

That was your cue.

Something snapped loose in you, like a valve finally turning.

"Oh what the actual Fuck? Those Bastards couldn't even hit the goal when it's shoved into their hairy asses! For fucks sake!"

By the time you finished, the table behind you had gone quiet.

Theo had frozen mid-reach for his beer.

He stared at you, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, like he had just watched a plot twist he was not emotionally prepared for.

You turned to him, calm as ever, and lifted your empty bottle. “Do you want another beer?”

He blinked once. Then twice.

Then he chuckled, low and surprised, shaking his head as he leaned back against the booth. “Wow,” he said. “Okay. Where did all that filth come from?”

You laughed, shoulders relaxing now that it was out. “Years of watching bad games.”

Theo kept smiling, still processing. “You know,” he said slowly, “you’ve never talked like that in front of me. Not even once.”

You nodded. “I know.”

He tilted his head, studying you, curiosity bright in his eyes. “Why not?”

You shrugged, easy. “I wanted to see if you could manage me being myself.”

That did it.

Theo’s grin spread slow and genuine, like sunrise after a long night game. “Is that what this is?” he asked. “The unfiltered edition?”

“Pretty much,” you said. You glanced at him, suddenly a little more aware. “Is that a problem?”

Theo laughed, a real laugh, warm and full. He reached for his beer and took a long sip, eyes never leaving you. “A problem?” he repeated. “No. Not even close.”

You raised an eyebrow.

He leaned in slightly, voice dropping just enough to feel personal despite the noise around you. “I actually think it’s pretty hot.”

You laughed, surprised, heat creeping up your neck. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “I like that you care. I like that you’re passionate. And honestly? Hearing you go off like that made the game way more entertaining.”

On screen, the crowd roared again. Theo’s team finally scored.

He pumped his fist, then looked back at you, eyes sparkling. “See? Maybe they just needed your energy.”

You clinked your new beers together, smiling wide. “Anytime.”

The game went on, louder, messier, more fun than before. And for the first time, you didn’t hold anything back. Neither did he.

✫Jiung✫

You had already decided the world was not getting you today.

Your cramps were cruel, your patience was gone, and you had dressed accordingly. A huge shirt that might once have belonged to someone else hung off your shoulders. Your pants were equally oversized, soft and forgiving. Your hair did whatever it wanted, which was mostly defy gravity. You stood in your living room chewing on a snack you did not remember opening, eyes half-focused on a reality show playing on the TV.

Then the doorbell rang.

You froze.

No. Absolutely not.

It rang again.

Muttering curses under your breath, you shuffled to the door and yanked it open without thinking.

Jiung stood there with two bags of food in his hands and the softest smile on his face. The smile lasted exactly one second.

He froze.

His eyes flicked over you. The clothes. The hair. The chewing. The unmistakable aura of someone who was not prepared to be perceived.

You scowled at him. “What the fuck, Jiung? You can’t just show up like that.”

He blinked, then laughed quietly, clearly trying not to. “Well hello to you too.”

“I look like a dumpster fire,” you snapped, taking another aggressive bite of your snack. “You were supposed to text.”

“I did,” he said gently. “You didn’t answer.”

You groaned and stepped aside anyway. “Whatever. You’re already here. Come in before I change my mind.”

He stepped inside, eyes still warm, still amused, like none of this scared him off. He set the food bags down on the table carefully, like an offering, and you immediately felt a little less hostile.

Your reality show continued blaring in the background. Someone was dramatically accusing someone else of betrayal.

Jiung glanced at the screen, then back at you, grin widening. “Wow,” he said. “So this is your true self.”

You scoffed. “Absolutely not. This is my period self. Very important distinction.”

He laughed, shoulders shaking as he kicked his shoes off. “Ah. That explains the vibe.”

“The vibe?” you repeated. “I’m in pain, I’m bloated, and I will bite if provoked.”

“Noted,” he said, still smiling. “I brought food as a peace offering.”

You eyed the bags. “Good choice.”

He watched you shuffle back to the couch, curl up with zero grace, and immediately resume chewing like he had never interrupted you. Instead of judging, he sat beside you, close but not crowding, like he instinctively knew.

“You know,” he said after a moment, “I kind of like this.”

You paused mid-chew and looked at him. “You like… this?” You gestured vaguely at yourself. “Be specific.”

He nodded. “Yeah. This.”

You frowned. “That’s weird.”

“Maybe,” he admitted. “But it’s real. You’re not trying. You’re just existing.”

You looked away, suddenly shy. “I didn’t exactly plan for you to see me like this.”

He leaned closer, voice soft. “I know.”

Before you could respond, he cupped your face gently and kissed you. It was slow, careful, like he was grounding you instead of taking anything from you.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “It’s different,” he said honestly. “But you’re still the most beautiful person I know.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re serious?”

He smiled. “Completely.”

You huffed, leaning into him despite yourself. “You’re lucky you brought food.”

He laughed, wrapping an arm around you. “I came prepared.”

The reality show kept playing, the world stayed outside, and for the rest of the day, you let yourself be exactly as you were.

✫Intak✫

Intak was already in bed when you finished up in the bathroom, propped against the pillows with his phone discarded somewhere near his hip. The lamp cast a warm, lazy glow across the room. He kept glancing toward the door, anticipation written all over his face. You always wore something cute to bed. Soft pastel pajamas, matching sets, sometimes lingerie that made his brain short-circuit. He was fully expecting another one of those nights.

The door opened.

You shuffled in slowly, one hand holding your stomach, the other pushing the door closed behind you.

You wore one of his shirts, old and stretched and hanging almost to your thighs. Under it were a pair of clearly ancient boxer shorts, faded and soft and very loved. Your hair was loose and messy, your face relaxed in a way that said you had stopped performing for the day.

Intak blinked.

Once.

Twice.

“…Huh?” he said.

You groaned softly and rubbed your stomach. “My stomach is protesting against dinner,” you said. “Violently.”

He sat up a little, eyes flicking over you again like he needed to reprocess the image. “Where did you get those clothes?”

You shrugged and padded toward the bed. “Your drawer. I always wear this stuff to bed.”

He frowned, confused. “Always?”

You nodded like it was obvious and carefully climbed onto the mattress. “Yeah.”

He glanced at the shirt, then the boxers, then back at you. “But… what about your cute pajamas? And the lingerie?”

You chuckled, easing yourself down on your side. “Intak,” you said gently, “do you really think all women get dolled up just to sleep?”

He hesitated, then laughed a little, embarrassed. “I mean… kind of?”

You shook your head, smiling. “You're cute.”

You settled in beside him, tugging the blanket up. He shifted closer almost immediately, instincts winning, and wrapped an arm around you. His body relaxed against yours, like he fit there naturally no matter what you wore.

“You’re still pretty,” he said quietly, almost like he needed to say it out loud.

You glanced at him. “That was fast.”

“I mean it,” he insisted. “Just… different.”

You hummed, not arguing, and rested your head against his chest. After a moment, his hand started moving, gentle and warm, rubbing small circles over your stomach like he was trying to soothe it away.

You stiffened slightly. “I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

He froze instantly. “Oh. Sorry. Did it hurt?”

“No,” you said quickly. “It just makes things worse....like way worse”

He pulled his hand back immediately, a grin flashing across his face. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“You're very welcome,” you said with a smirk, relaxing again.

He adjusted his arm so it rested safely around your waist instead, careful now. “I guess I had this image in my head,” he admitted. “Like… you always being cute and put together.”

You snorted softly. “That sounds exhausting.”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling into your hair. “This looks way more comfortable.”

“It is.”

He squeezed you gently, cheek resting against the top of your head. “I kind of like knowing this version of you,” he said. “Feels… real.”

You closed your eyes, stomach still aching but heart warm. “Good,” you murmured. “Because this version shows up a lot.”

He laughed quietly. “Then I’ll be ready.”

The room settled into silence, soft and safe, the excitement replaced by something steadier. You fell asleep like that, wrapped in old clothes, gentle honesty, and the kind of closeness that did not need to impress.

✫Soul✫

Soul sat on the couch with one leg tucked under the other, the TV on but clearly not holding his attention. The room was quiet, lights low, the kind of evening that felt like it was waiting for something to settle into place. He glanced at the door every so often, calm but expectant.

When you finally joined him, you did not make a big entrance. You wore shorts and a tank top, simple and soft, skin warm from the day. Without saying much, you stepped closer and immediately cuddled up to him, curling against his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He adjusted easily, slipping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in. His presence was steady, grounding. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his breathing slow as the moment softened.

After a while, his hand slid down from your arm and across your bare legs, absentminded at first. Then he paused.

His fingers brushed again, slower this time, and he let out a quiet chuckle.

You looked up at him. “What?”

He tilted his head slightly, eyes thoughtful but amused. “Your legs are fuzzy,” he said, not accusing, just observant.

You blinked once, then shrugged. “Yeah. I didn’t feel like shaving tonight.”

He smiled. Not wide. Just a small, genuine curve of his lips. He nodded like that explanation made perfect sense. “Okay.”

There was no awkwardness. No hesitation. He brushed his hand over your legs again, deliberately this time, like he was confirming something rather than avoiding it.

“I like it,” he said simply. “You feel good.”

The words landed softly but firmly, without exaggeration or teasing. Just truth, offered as it was.

Your chest warmed at his response, a quiet happiness blooming where insecurity could have been. You smiled, shifting closer, legs tangling with his without a second thought.

“Really?” you asked, even though his tone had already answered.

He nodded again. “Yeah.”

You leaned up and kissed him, gentle and unhurried. He met you halfway, lips warm, familiar. It was not rushed or intense. Just affectionate, like punctuation at the end of a comfortable sentence.

When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, eyes half-lidded. His hand stayed where it was, relaxed and certain, like nothing about you needed adjusting.

You settled back into him, body loose, content. The TV continued playing something neither of you were really watching. Outside, the world moved on, loud and demanding, but in the quiet of the living room, you felt entirely at ease.

Soul’s arm tightened slightly around you, protective without being possessive. His thumb traced slow, thoughtless patterns against your skin, no judgment, no expectation.

You realized then how rare that feeling was. To be touched without needing to be polished. To be wanted without conditions.

You stayed like that for a long time, wrapped up together, fuzzy legs and all, the kind of closeness that did not need to announce itself. Just real, quiet, and good.

✫Jongseob✫

The doorbell rang just as Jongseob finished clearing space on the table. He glanced at the clock, then at you. “That was fast,” he said, standing up to grab the delivery.

When he came back, his steps slowed.

There were bags. A lot of bags.

He set them down one by one, eyes widening slightly as containers kept appearing. “Wait,” he said carefully. “I think they made a mistake.”

You leaned over from the couch, peeking inside, then shook your head proudly. “Nope. That’s on purpose.”

He looked at you again, eyebrows lifting. “You ordered all of this?”

You nodded. “I added a few things.”

“A few?” He gestured at the table, now fully covered. “This looks like food for four people.”

You smiled, completely unbothered. “I was hungry.”

Jongseob sat down slowly, still staring at the spread. “I can’t imagine you eating all of that.”

Something sparked in your eyes. “You can’t?”

He hesitated. “I mean… not really.”

You laughed, clearly amused. “Then I guess it’s a challenge.”

He watched as you opened containers with determination, arranging them like you had a plan. Rice, noodles, fried sides, extra sauces. You grabbed your chopsticks and started without ceremony.

At first, he ate normally, still glancing over at you every few seconds. Then he slowed. Then he stopped entirely.

You were focused. Comfortable. You ate quickly but not messily, clearly enjoying yourself, reaching for seconds without hesitation. The food disappeared at a steady, impressive pace.

Jongseob leaned back slightly, eyes wide now, mouth parted just a bit. He did not interrupt. He just watched.

By the time you finished the last container, he was in full disbelief.

You leaned back, satisfied, and let out a small laugh. “Okay. That was good.”

He stared at the empty table. Then at you.

“…I’m impressed,” he said honestly.

You laughed, wiping your hands. “You should be.”

He shook his head, still processing. “I’ve never seen you eat like that before.”

You nodded easily. “I know.”

He looked at you, curious rather than judgmental. “Why not?”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek, quick and affectionate. “Because I feel comfortable around you.”

The words settled between you, warm and sincere.

Jongseob smiled, something soft and pleased lighting his expression. “I’m glad,” he said. Then he paused, glanced at the cleared table, and added, “But I think I need to be more careful with my own food now.”

You laughed, nudging his shoulder. “Too late. You saw the real thing.”

He chuckled, reaching for his drink. “Yeah,” he said. “And I kind of like it.”

You leaned closer, content, the room quiet again after the feast. There was no pressure to explain yourself further. No need to shrink or pretend.

He sat beside you, comfortable in the honesty, already adjusting to this new detail about you like it was always meant to fit.

(No One's POV) 

(Name) And Velvette was getting ready for the Overlord Sinmas Party, which this year was making massive gingerbread sculptures and houses. (Name) was Velvette's plus one, and with everything that Vox did earlier in the year, no one wanted him to come since he, at this time, is on the fence if he will still have his overlord status. Everyone was also still pissed about the TV Overlord, so it was good for Velvette and Valentino to look good. 

One way for Velvette to look good was to have you, her girlfriend to come to the party with her. That also meant that Velvette could make you the perfect dress for the party.  "You look stunning, hun," Velvette tells you as she kisses your cheek. "You are going to make all those other shit overlord's so fucking jealous." 

"Thanks, are you sure Vox will be okay with-" You start, but Velvette cuts you off.  "Let the Piss baby stew for Sinmas, you see, he does not get to talk until we can work on getting his image up in a better state, and we do not want to piss off that bitch Carmilla so soon," Velvette tells you. "Besides, I want to be able to show off my sexy girlfriend to all of hell~." 

You smile. "Alright, thank you." You thank her with a kiss.  "Ugh, you two can make out under some mistletoe later; we are going to be fucking late," Valentino says to the two of you.  "We're coming, don't get your chestnuts in a twist, or I am breaking out the nut cracker," Velvette tells him.  Valentino starts cursing at her in Spanish, and you are pulled along.  One short limo ride, and you all arrive at the gala hall you were using for the event, and then you get out. You stop at the right places to do poses for the event and make sure you look nice in each one. Once that was over, you were in the event, and someone approached you.  "Ah, the VV's, without Vox, you will be over here this year." The Sinner demon says, and you were set up with the other two.  "We should make the new VV's tower," Valentino says, and you remember that the VV's were rebranding, with the removal of the Blue V from the tower and the brand in general.  "Maybe add the Christmas theme to it as well." You suggest softly.  "That would be good, sweetie!" Velvette agrees, and your team starts to shape the gingerbread, and you work on the main part of the assembly.  You did your best to make that all the parts stayed in place with the right amount of frosting. 

"We are almost done." You say as you put the two V's into place and add the Red and purple frosting to it.  "It is perfect," Valentino says, snapping pictures of it. "Velvette, I am glad you brought your plaything. She outdid herself this year."  "Thanks." You said to Valentino and stood by Velvette, who pulled you closer.  The timer goes off, and everyone is not going to judge them.  You stood in the back, as it was mainly Valentino and Velvette who were the overlords. You did not notice one of the staff eyeing you up and down. 

"Hey, you are (Name), right?" He asks you, and you turn into him.  "Yes?" You answer, but sort of ask him.  "I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me." He offers, and you just politely smile at him.  "I am not sorry, I am in a relationship." You tell him, you were not sorry to be in a relationship with Velvette. 

"Oh, who is the man? I am sure he is not as good as me." He says to you, and you just deadpan at him. 

"My GIRLFRIEND is the overlord Velvette." You say blankly.  "Oh, then me, you, and Velvette can have a threesome." He says, and you looked at him even more disgusted.  "I would rather eat glass." You tell him.  "This man giving you a problem, babe?" Velvette says. "You better fuck off, you limp dick shrimp, because I am certain you cannot make any woman cum."  "Listen-"  She did not give him a chance to speak as she used her power to kill him.  He was dead for now; he is a sinner, so he will fall back in hell later.  "We came in second, Val is pissy, but I am ready to spend my time with you, beautiful~" She tells you, and you smile, ready for a night with your girlfriend. 

“baby, please talk to me.” the man pleaded, following you around the house like a dog asking for his treat. he had just came home from the gym and the sweat dripping down from his pretty face would be enough to arouse anyone.

you had been at home all day, occupying yourself with anything that fell in between your hands. from playing video games to creating ear raping tunes on joshua’s guitar, you did spend a good time by yourself. though, the conversation you had with him in the morning sticked to your brain like glue. each time you were done with an activity, it would ring in your mind, consuming your thoughts.

you had promised to communicate. to tell him the reason why you refused to have sex with him. it’s been a little over a year now and the poor guy deserved to know why you kept on rejecting his countless advances.

at the present moment, you were trying to run away from your boyfriend’s questions. you were still, understandably, scared. what if he were to leave you if he knew? what if everything you’ve went through and the plans you have all went to dust the moment you reveal everything to him? the ugliest thoughts crossed your mind, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you stopped in your tracks.

the brunette spinned you around, immediately throwing you in an embrace. “y/n.. how am i meant to help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong?” he questioned, the vibration of his voice against his chest comforted you in a way. you wrapped your arms around his waist, seeking as much solace as you possibly could.

you hated crying in front of him, but it was out of your control. your mouth was sealed and the words you wanted to utter remained stuck at the back of your throat. he remained quiet, slowly patting you as the sound of your sobs took over the living room.

sat on the couch, you watched as your boyfriend walked out of the bedroom with a fresh change of clothes, slowly making his way to the kitchen to brew your favorite tea. it was going to be a long night.

you unbuttoned your chemise and removed your jeans, tossing them aside as you stood in front of him, the sudden fresh air causing you to cover yourself with your arms. you weren’t fully naked, you still had your underwear on but you felt like you were underneath his gaze.

his eyes softened as you walked into the light, the scars on your body coming into view. when you told him you grew up in an abusive family, he never knew, nor thought, they were that abusive. afterall, he’s met your mother before and she seemed like the sweetest woman on earth.

“oh... my love. what the fuck have they done to you?” his voice cracked, on the verge of tears. you were going to ask him if the view was repulsive, if he found you less attractive and wanted to end things with you but he beat you to it and completely erased your negative thoughts.

“you look beautiful regardless.” he uttered, wiping the built up moisture in the corner of his eyes. joshua stood up and walked over to you, “may i?” he asked, reaching out for your scars. a nod was all you gave and he gently touched them, the sudden contact sending chills down your spine.

his touch began on your arms, caressing the build up of scars you had created yourself. it wasn’t due to abuse, it was just your escape for a long period of your life. he then trailed over to your waist, gently touching the blue coloured bruise that refused to leave your skin. as he continued, you could feel your body tense up.

every morning, you would avoid looking at your naked body in the mirror, you felt disgusted at the thought of having those scars on your skin, you felt ugly, unworthy and unwanted. you had this self-hatred that secretly grew, causing you to lock yourself up, away from everyone else.

some of your scars were not fully healed yet and caused you nothing but suffering. “why did you keep this away from me?” he questioned, not a single hint of anger displayed on his face. joshua had always been a calm guy, which was one of the many reasons you loved him dearly. it changed from the environment you grew up in and you were grateful to him for all he’s ever done for and to you.

“i was scared...i was scared you would reject me.” you mumbled, your voice shaky. he noticed you were avoiding eye contact, which caused him to lift your chin and stare into your lustrous eyes, getting lost in their beautiful shade.

“baby, i would never. i’m utterly obsessed with all of you, from the parts you love to the ones you hate. i’ll never reject nor be ashamed of you.” he confidently said, a little disappointed you would think so lowly of him after he had done so much to be considered your boyfriend, a title he held with so much honor.

“plus, you can always rely on me for anything, i’m the last person to judge you. i can’t even daydream about the day i would dare to.” he added, his words of affirmation hitting deep. he’s always comforted you with words and through his actions, something you heavily lacked. you felt understood, listened and provided for, which took you a while to get used to.

you crashed your lips against his, your sudden action taking him aback for a short moment before he gave into the kiss, devouring your lips like it was the last time he would get to do so.

his hand made its way to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. he wanted more and he definitely wasn’t going to hold back this time. he had been craving you for months, and you allowing him to go this far was an opportunity he wasn’t going to let slide.

his hands trailed down your back, settling on your ass as he gently squeezed them. the first one caused you to slightly open your mouth, his tongue immediately sliding down your throat. you let out a soft moan, wrapping your arms around his neck.

as he lifted you up, your legs immediately rested around his waist. he walked over to the couch and sat down, putting you on his thighs before he began placing kisses around your body. from your exposed neck to your bruised skin, planting kisses on each and every one of your scar, making sure they all received as much love as he could possibly give them.

as he did so, you began removing his shirt, pulling it away from his body as you stared at his bare chest, wishing you paid attention sooner. he was ripped, and you had never noticed it before. you knew he would have a certain body type, given he often goes to the gym, but seeing it with your own eyes was different.

you bit your lip as his lips slowly made their way to your breasts. he licked and squeezed them through your lace bra before he unclipped it, watching as the thin fabric rolled down your arms. his mouth once again reached towards your chest. he began sucking them with his eyes closed and all you wanted was for him to fuck you.

you softly moaned his name, grinding against his hardened cock. “fuck, y/n...” he mumbled, grabbing your hips to follow your movements, which lasted for a while before he stopped you from going further. pushing your underwear aside, he inserted two fingers in your cunt, moving them in slowly but deeply, a loud moan escaping your lips at each thrust.

you placed your hand on his jeans, rubbing his clothed dick. “plea...please...” you pleaded, biting your lips as you unzipped his pants, allowing him to completely remove it alongside his boxers, his length bouncing out of his clothes and twitching beneath you.

as you sat back down on him, he placed his dick on your entrance, rubbing your clit with it and watching as his precum rolled down his penis. after teasing you for what seemed like a very long time, he finally put it in, the thickness of his cock was something you’d have to get used to, but you definitely enjoyed it.

he began slowly, making sure you were stretched enough before he fastened his pace. your moans became louder, your grip on his shoulders became tighter and your mind was completely blank. you savoured every moment of his dick inside of you, wishing you had done it sooner.

you moaned out his name, not once, or twice, but multiple times, which only caused him to be more aroused. he loved the way your breasts jiggled as he thrusted in you, he loved looking at your scars, feeling closer to you and grateful you trusted him, he loved the view of your back arched and your eyes rolled back. he loved all of you and would absolutely never wish to change that.

the both of you came at the same time, panting as you embraced eachother. “i love you so fucking much y/n, thank you for trusting me.”

“i love you more joshua, thank you for everything.” you said, your eyes heavy and voice low. before you knew it, you had fallen asleep in the arms of your lover with a smile on your face.

dividers by @/cafekitsune and @/saradika-graphics moodboard by @/jicito