sweet light

kaiser simply smiled, though his low lidded gaze was heavy with irritation. he turned his face over to ness again, who had his brows furrowed and pupils trembling.

“see how she can get?” kaiser scoffed.

“kaiser, when can i—”

“don’t start, alexis,” kaiser cut him off. he turned his gaze back to you, the disruptive heat briefly softening to a simmering gleam. “you like the stretch of me, don’t you?” his tone was hushedly taunting — designed to make you feel embarrassed.

“y—yes,” you mumble, your voice almost getting caught in your throat.

“every time,” he chuckled, clearly satisfied with your now shy compliance.

ness glared at you two with a glued stare — completely captivated as he was watching kaiser begin pulling down his own sweats to reveal himself.

“alexis. watch,” kaiser instructed firmly, his gaze not averting from your body.

“mhm,” ness nodded vigorously, completely honest with his submission.

“you ready, schatzi?” kaiser purred, leaning down to nip your earlobe — prompting you to respond.

you nodded, feeling too fuzzy and embarrassed to speak the proper words. because, well, ness was right there. watching. kaiser’s ‘friend’ that always gave you weird looks or meaningless smiles. your heart twisted and ached, though.

because you swore you were twice as wet than when it was just you and kaiser.

kaiser’s leaking cock pushing inside of you slowly made you sound out a pitchy squeak — which only encouraged kaiser’s madness even more.

“fuuckk,” kaiser groaned reverently, his eyes closing as he absorbed the feeling of the gummy walls of your pussy squeezing his throbbing cock. “it feels so good. every fucking time.”

ness shuddered slightly — feeling a knot in his gut that was being utterly neglected. his mind was dizzying with the ache of his own hard, twitching cock.

once kaiser fully pushed inside of you, he leaned down to give you a harsh, suckling bite on the flesh in the crook of your neck. you bit your lip, trying to stifle a squirming moan. his teeth dug violently into you, though his tongue swirled your reddening skin and his lips slurped on both your sweat and his drooling saliva.

he pulled away, not bothering to give a softening lick.

and then he started moving his hips back, his cock pulling out of you in a way that made you feel starved and empty.

“see?” kaiser murmured to ness. “now your turn.”

“w—what?!” you and ness both sputtered.

kaiser snorted, his eyes narrowing as he fully glanced at ness. impatient and still a little pussy-drunk.

“you heard me,” he huffed in frustration. he efficiently pulled his sweatpants back up, already moving over and out from between your legs.

ness sat frozen, his eyes following kaiser who now was standing at the bed’s side — gaze dark and expectant. then, his gaze traveled over to your wide blown expression.

as well as your gushing wet pussy, that was pulsing inwards and outwards from being deprived of kaiser’s cock.

kaiser’s jaw muscle tensed slightly, frustrated from not hearing no response and seeing no movement.

“didn’t i tell you to do something, alexis?” kaiser whispered lowly. he grimaced, as if truly offended. and that offended look in his eyes bore straight into your naked body. “schatzi, he’s nervous,” he said, merely belittling ness.

“m’not nervous,” ness replied quickly. instinctively, he started moving towards you.

you jolted, shocked from the sudden dips in the mattress and shifting of the sheets. your eyes frantically landed onto ness, who was now positioned between your thighs — just like how kaiser was.

and gosh. you couldn’t help but look right down at his bulge. his sweats were completely strained, pulling tantalizingly taut along his cock. he was so fucking hard.

“go on, then.” kaiser crossed his arms, staring at the two of you with an unreadable expression. “get that erection of yours dealt with.”

“h—huh?” ness quivered, his head tilted and turned to kaiser. almost as a defensive gesture, ness’s hand self-consciously palmed his erection.

“fuck her ‘til you cum,” kaiser snapped. his face was contorted with complete frustration and irritation. not to mention how he said the statement like it meant alleviation rather than more sour awkwardness.

and that confused the shit out of you. why was he so willing to offer you up like this? that wasn’t fucking fair.

“kaiser,” you breathe, basically struggling to get your words out. the tense, suspenseful environment was tearing at your insides.

kaiser’s sharp gaze flickered over to you, his features softening slightly. “what.”

“n—ness is . . .” you trailed off, almost unable to finish your thought. you groaned staggeredly, frustrated with yourself.

“don’t get shy,” kaiser sighed, annoyed. he uncrossed his arms, crawling back onto the bed and sitting on his knees at the bed’s end.

ness bit his lip, kneeling between your legs looking completely dazed and lost. did you not want him inside of you? ness got nervous.

“alexis. do what i tell you,” kaiser said, his gaze still fixed on you when he spoke.

immediately, ness began tugging on the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and letting his twitchy, slick cock fall out.

your breath hitched, your eyes unwantingly stuck on ness’s blushing tip that twitched with every slight splurt of anticipatory pre-cum. ness even slightly whimpered in shyness, which made your gut heat up.

“you’re going to take him like a good girl,” kaiser grinned. then, he looked over at ness who was beginning to position himself at your entrance.

ness trembled slightly, his movements hesitant.

but then, ness pushed inside —

“haaah—” you moan loudly, both in shock and pleasure.

ness was more desperate and rushed compared to kaiser, and his cock was antsy inside of you, causing you to slightly squirm. your thighs clamped tight around ness’s torso, making his breath almost inaudibly hitch.

“s’. . . .good,” ness mumbled, his voice squeaky and broken as he still tried processing the feel of your pulsing cunt.

“he’s a fucking pervert,” kaiser said to you as ness began to push in and out of you. your body tensed and twitched, unraveling more and more every second.

yet here kaiser was. basically conversing with you.

“he always tells me how much of a whore you are,” kaiser hummed, his gaze fixed on your spit bubbling lips.

“k—kaiser!” ness’s pace immediately faltered, completely embarrassed and guilty.

kaiser scowled. “did i tell you to fucking stop?”

ness squirmed, beginning to clinically resume his pace. your pussy was heating up from all the changes in ness’s rhythm. you weren’t entirely sure how much you liked it — but you did know that your orgasm was starting to fester inside of you.

“s—schieße,” ness stuttered, his cock twitching as he felt his guts crackle with his incoming orgasm.

you moaned loudly, which only made ness quicken his rhythm, getting more and more desperate to cum inside of you. sweat trickled down your face as your body struggled grounding itself — completely at odds with the throbbing of ness’s dick thrusting in and out of you.

“it’s s’good,” ness moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he let himself take in the feel of your walls flush against the flesh of his pumping cock.

kaiser furrowed his brows, watching the scene closely with narrowed eyes. the quicker ness’s pace got, and the louder your moans got, kaiser got more restless. his fists slightly clenched, his red knuckles blushing even more from his own grip.

“m’kay. stop for a moment,” kaiser said.

ness whimpered as his pace halted while still inside of you. the feel of your cunt pulsing around his throbbing dick made his whole body weaken.

“w—what is it?” ness managed to huff out.

“you’re doing it wrong,” kaiser told him.

you lay there, biting hard on your bottom lip, trying to stifle any more sounds that could possibly come out. the feel of ness’s cock relentless pulsing inside of you kept sending tingles throughout your core — you weren’t sure if you could hold back. right here. in this moment.

and, when kaiser spoke, saying, “pull out of her.”

ness had pulled out of you, moving away from you completely.

“ah— hah . . . ah!” you squirmed, your cunt beginning to gush with more slick and ache with more contractions. the loss of ness’s warmth inside of you made you shiver with desperation.

“what does my needy girl like instead?” kaiser cooed, beginning to settle himself between your legs.

“i— i like—”

kaiser interrupted you, “you like it when your clit gets attention, too.” he reached his tattooed hand forward, his thumb beginning to thread mind-numbing circles along your engorged clit.

“ah—! micha!” you moaned.

“see, alexis? this is how you please her,” kaiser murmured, his gaze fixed on ness.

ness trembled where he sat at your side. actively listening to kaiser, he kept frantically nodding — almost impatiently so. perhaps he really wanted to get it right this time. and be able to cum inside of you uninterrupted.

“micha. . . — s’too much . . .” you whine, arching your back as if to alleviate the overwhelming buzz in your core.

“is it?” kaiser mocked. “but you cum every time.”

you bit on your words once you felt kaiser pull away, leaving you feeling starved — for the third time. in this moment, your heart rate was fluttering between all sorts of rhythms, and your pussy was all puffy and throbbing.

you needed to finish so badly.

“okay, alexis, go ahead then,” kaiser sighed dismissively, moving away from you to sit at the edge of the bed.

ness quickly followed kaiser’s instructions, moving over to you to settle between your legs.

and not once did his gaze shift from your wet pussy. not once did he look you in the eye. he looked like a man starved.

“a—are you . . . ready?” ness feverishly asked, visibly shaking from anticipation.

“mhm,” you nod wearily. you only thought one thing; you needed to finish so fucking badly.

ness smiled, his cheeks flushed with red. he quickly began settling his tip along your sopping entrance. even the faintest contact of him with your pussy was enough to make you flex slightly, feeling the tension overwhelm your body.

“mmmmnn . . . fuuckk,” ness groaned as he pushed inside of you.

your breath stammered again — and even more when —

“hah— fuck!” you squeak, having felt ness’s thumb pressing into your clit.

you ever so slightly writhed around from where you lay on the bed, feeling the sensations in both your clit and pussy completely override everything in your mind.

ness trembled, his pace fraying just slightly as he began feeling his tip twitch inside of you with the need to cum. his throat felt like closing up — the gummy flesh of your pussy was feeling all too good — and the picture of your writhing underneath his touch made his dick ache — he was going to —

“haaah. . .” ness moaned, closing his eyes shut as he began shooting warm ropes of cum inside of you.

you felt like your lower body melted, the feeling of his throbbing cock and gushing tip made you yourself orgasm. your walls pushed inwards and pulled arounds along the pulsing base of ness, who was still buried inside of you.

ness squirmed at the heating press of your pussy against his sensitive dick. he began pulling out, though not with much stability. his physicality momentarily malfunctioned from the intensity of his orgasm.

“wow,” kaiser’s voice sounded through the air. “didn’t expect to see all of that.”

“h—huh?” ness panted.

“look at that,” kaiser pointed to your pussy that was gushing with ness’s cum. more and more splurted out of you the more your walls squeezed and pulsed.

ness turned entirely red, hurriedly pulling his pants up and moving off of the bed. kaiser only watched you with a sultry glance, enamoured by your cum-soaked pussy.

“okay. it’s my turn,” kaiser grinned.

at first, hugo didn't really understand it. he would glance down whenever he felt the familiar little tug on his sleeve, only to find you absentmindedly standing beside him with your attention completely somewhere else.

you weren't asking him for anything. you weren't trying to interrupt him. you just liked being there.

after a while, he stopped questioning it entirely. whenever he noticed you quietly reaching for him, he'd lift his arm just enough for you to comfortably wrap yourself around it before continuing whatever conversation he had been having.

if the team was waiting between training sessions, he'd automatically leave the empty spot beside him open because he already knew where you'd end up sitting. he never teased you for it or called you needy. to him, it was simply another part of you, just like the way you smiled or laughed.

the others, however, found it impossible not to notice.

"is that…normal?" one of them quietly asked after watching you spend nearly ten minutes standing beside hugo with your hand loosely hooked around his wrist while scrolling through your phone.

"they've literally been like that all day," another answered.

"i don't even think she realizes she's doing it."

"hugo doesn't either."

except he absolutely did.

he noticed every tiny habit you had, even if he never pointed them out. he noticed how you'd sleepily reach for his hand whenever you got tired.

how you'd gently bump your shoulder against his whenever you wanted attention but were too shy to ask for it. how you'd instinctively search for him in crowded rooms before relaxing the second your eyes landed on him. they were tiny things that everyone else overlooked, but hugo remembered every single one.

after practice one evening, everyone was exhausted from training, slowly packing up their things before heading back.

hugo was sitting on one of the benches, quietly drying his hair with a towel when you wandered over without saying a word. still sleepy from waiting through the last part of practice, you simply stood between his knees before resting your forehead against the top of his head with a quiet sigh.

"…tired?" he asked.

you only hummed.

he gave a small nod like that answered everything.

without another word, he wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you steady while finishing drying his hair with the other hand. it looked so natural that nobody would've guessed he had only started doing things like this because of you.

when he finally stood up, you instinctively reached for the back of his shirt again.

he looked over his shoulder.

"…ready?"

another tiny nod.

he waited until you had a better grip before starting to walk.

the hallway was busy with players passing by, but hugo never once tried to shake your hand off his shirt or tell you to let go. instead, he slowed his pace just enough so you wouldn't have to rush after him.

"you know," one of the players muttered as they walked past, "she follows you everywhere."

hugo looked down at your fingers still curled into the fabric of his shirt before looking back up with the same calm expression he always wore.

"…i know."

"…doesn't it bother you?"

he was quiet for a second.

"…if she stopped."

his answer surprised even himself.

because somewhere along the way, the tiny weight on his sleeve, the quiet hand finding his, and the soft warmth constantly beside him had become something he looked for without realizing it.

later that night, while the two of you sat together watching a movie, you had somehow managed to end up almost completely leaning against him, one arm lazily wrapped around his while your head rested against his shoulder.

you were half asleep, barely paying attention anymore, mumbling little comments every now and then before your words slowly became quieter.

hugo looked down. "…comfortable?"

your eyes stayed closed as you smiled. "mhm…"

"…good."

he adjusted himself just enough so your neck wouldn't hurt, gently pulling a blanket over both of you without waking you. after that, he simply stayed still, even when his arm slowly started falling asleep underneath your weight. he could've moved. he probably should've.

instead, he glanced at your peaceful face resting against him and decided the numb arm was worth it.

"…sleep well," he quietly murmured, almost too soft to hear.

and although he'd never admit it out loud, the apartment always felt a little emptier whenever you weren't absentmindedly reaching for him anymore. after all, somewhere between all those little habits of yours, hugo had unknowingly grown just as attached to your quiet clinginess as you were to him.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ michael kaiser

michael kaiser absolutely loved the fact that you were clingy, though he'd never admit just how much it fed his ego. in his mind, it simply proved what he already believed—you liked him the most, you wanted to be around him the most, and out of everyone in the room, you always found your way back to him.

no matter how many people were talking to you, how busy either of you were, or where the two of you happened to be, your body seemed to naturally gravitate toward his. if he was lounging across the couch, you'd end up curled against his side without even thinking about it.

if he leaned against a wall while waiting for something, within minutes you'd be standing beside him, your shoulder pressed against his arm or your fingers absentmindedly playing with the sleeve of his shirt.

you never seemed to realize you were doing it, but michael noticed every single time, and secretly, he looked forward to it.

unlike most people, he never found your clinginess distracting. if anything, it became something he expected. there were moments where he'd be scrolling through his phone or watching old match footage, only to feel your weight gently lean against him a few moments later.

instead of reacting, he'd instinctively shift just enough to give you more room, allowing you to settle comfortably against his chest or shoulder while continuing whatever he had been doing.

it became second nature. he no longer questioned why you always reached for him first because, somewhere along the way, he had grown used to your constant need for closeness.

whenever you weren't nearby, he'd catch himself glancing around the room before realizing you were somewhere else, and while he'd never openly admit it, the absence of your familiar warmth always made the space around him feel strangely empty.

there were times when your clinginess became almost impossible to ignore. if the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow manage to steal nearly all of his personal space without realizing it.

your legs would end up resting across his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin, or your arms loosely wrapped around one of his while you quietly occupied yourself with something else.

michael always acted like you were inconveniencing him, letting out dramatic sighs or rolling his eyes as though your affection was the biggest burden imaginable, yet he never once made any effort to move away.

in fact, if you shifted even slightly as if you were about to get up, he'd unconsciously adjust his position to keep you close before he even realized what he was doing.

by the time he noticed, it was already too late, leaving him to pretend it had been completely intentional all along.

he especially enjoyed how naturally you sought him out after a long day. the moment you saw him, your shoulders seemed to relax without you even noticing, and before long, you'd quietly settle beside him, leaning your weight against him as though all the exhaustion you'd been carrying could disappear simply by being close.

michael liked to tease you for it, often calling you attached or claiming you couldn't survive more than a few minutes without him, but beneath every smug remark was a quiet satisfaction he couldn't hide.

knowing that your first instinct was always to look for him, to stand beside him, or to rest against him filled him with a sense of pride that only inflated his already enormous ego.

to everyone else, it looked like harmless teasing.

only michael knew how much he genuinely enjoyed being the person you searched for without even thinking.

the people around you noticed it almost immediately. they found it amusing how someone as prideful and self-centered as michael somehow became incredibly patient whenever it involved you.

the same man who complained about people invading his personal space somehow never minded when you leaned against him for hours or absentmindedly held onto his arm while the two of you sat together. if anyone else tried that, they'd receive an irritated glare within seconds. you, however, were different.

michael rarely acknowledged it aloud, but he unconsciously adjusted everything around your habits. he'd sit in ways that gave you more room to lean against him, slow his pace whenever you naturally reached for his hand, and remain still whenever you looked comfortable enough to fall asleep beside him.

he never thought twice about making those adjustments anymore because somewhere along the line, your quiet affection had become part of his daily routine.

despite all of his confidence and endless teasing, there were moments where michael revealed just how attached he'd become in return. on the rare days when you were busy or simply spent more time with someone else, he'd notice almost immediately.

he'd tell himself it didn't matter, insisting that you were free to do whatever you wanted, yet somehow he'd always find an excuse to wander into the same room as you or insert himself into whatever you happened to be doing.

he'd never admit that he missed the familiar feeling of you leaning against his shoulder or reaching for his hand without thinking, but the second you naturally drifted back to his side again, the faint smirk that settled across his face said everything he refused to.

in the end, everyone assumed you were the clingy one in the relationship, but if anyone paid close enough attention, they'd realize michael had quietly grown just as dependent on your presence as you were on his—he was simply far too prideful to ever admit it first.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ sae itoshi

ever since the two of you started dating, sae quickly realized that you were the kind of person who loved showing your affection through quiet closeness rather than words.

you never demanded attention or interrupted whatever he was doing, but your body always seemed to drift toward him without you even noticing. if he was sitting down watching game footage, you'd eventually wander into the room with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders before quietly settling beside him, leaning your head against his arm as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

if he stood in the kitchen making himself something to eat, you'd appear only moments later, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and simply standing there without saying a single thing.

there were days where neither of you exchanged more than a few words for hours, yet somehow you were always touching him in some small way, whether it was your fingers hooked around the sleeve of his shirt, your shoulder pressed against his, or your legs resting over his whenever the two of you relaxed together.

being close to him made you feel safe, and after a while, sae became so used to your quiet attachment that your absence felt stranger than your clinginess ever did.

sae himself wasn't naturally affectionate, nor was he someone who constantly sought physical contact, but he learned your habits faster than he expected. at first, he'd glance down whenever he suddenly felt your hand slip into his or your forehead rest against his shoulder, wondering if there was a reason behind it.

eventually, he realized there wasn't one. you simply liked being near him. that realization made him stop questioning it altogether. whenever you absentmindedly reached for him, his hand would already be waiting before yours could fully find it.

if you leaned against him while he was reading or watching something, he'd shift just enough to make sure you were comfortable without ever looking away from what he was doing.

even when he was focused on something important, he'd subconsciously adjust his posture so you had somewhere to rest, almost as if his body had memorized yours before his mind even registered your presence.

your clinginess also showed itself in the smallest moments throughout the day. whenever sae came home after training or traveling, you were always the first thing waiting for him.

you'd quietly make your way over the second you heard the door open, wrapping yourself around him with sleepy eyes before he even had the chance to take his shoes off. you never cared if he was tired or sweaty from practice; all you wanted was those few minutes where you could reassure yourself that he was finally home.

sae never returned your hugs with the same enthusiasm, but he also never pushed you away. instead, one hand would naturally come to rest on your back while the other gently stroked your hair a few times before he continued walking, practically carrying you through the apartment because you refused to let go.

after enough time together, he accepted that this was simply how you greeted him, and if one day you didn't come over to cling to him, he'd quietly find himself looking around the apartment, wondering where you were.

the people around sae noticed it long before either of you did.

they often found it amusing how someone so emotionally reserved ended up dating someone who practically treated him like a personal pillow.

during gatherings or visits, you'd always end up tucked against his side without thinking, your head resting on his shoulder while conversations happened around you. sometimes you'd doze off against him entirely, completely trusting that he wouldn't move until you woke up.

everyone expected sae to complain or gently move you away, but he never did.

he'd simply continue whatever he was doing with one hand resting absentmindedly on your arm, making sure you wouldn't slip off or wake yourself. the sight was so unlike the cold, distant image people had of him that it caught everyone off guard.

sae never acknowledged the stares or comments because, to him, this had quietly become normal. your constant need to be close wasn't something he tolerated anymore—it was something he unconsciously made room for, adjusting his own habits around yours until your presence became woven into every quiet part of his daily life.

there were even moments when you apologized, worried that you might be bothering him because of how often you found yourself reaching for him without thinking.

sae never understood why you worried so much. if your hand searched for his while the two of you walked together, he'd simply lace his fingers through yours. if you rested your head on him after a long day, he'd continue sitting there as though nothing had changed.

if you fell asleep leaning against his shoulder, he'd stay exactly where he was until you naturally woke up, even if his arm had gone numb long ago. he wasn't the type to shower someone with affectionate words or dramatic gestures, but his patience spoke louder than anything he could have said.

he accepted every quiet habit you had without making you feel embarrassed for them, and over time, you realized something that made your heart ache in the sweetest way possible.

you had become sae's routine just as much as he had become yours.

he would probably never admit it out loud, but on the rare occasions when you weren't there to absentmindedly cling to him, the silence around him felt just a little emptier than it used to.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ bunny iglesias

bunny never had a problem with how clingy you were.

if anything, he found it strangely comforting. there was something about the way you always ended up beside him that made even the busiest days feel quieter.

you never asked for much—you simply liked being close. whether you were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder while doing your own things, lightly holding onto the sleeve of his jacket whenever the two of you walked together, or absentmindedly resting your head against him whenever there was a moment to slow down, your affection always came so naturally that it never felt forced.

it was simply how you loved him, and before long, it became something he couldn't imagine going without.

at first, bunny didn't really understand just how often you searched for him. he'd look up from whatever he was doing only to find you already standing nearby, quietly existing in his space without expecting a conversation.

there were moments where neither of you spoke for several minutes, yet you'd still be leaning against his shoulder or sitting close enough that your knees brushed together. eventually, he realized you weren't looking for constant attention—you were looking for comfort. being near him settled your mind, and once he understood that, he stopped questioning your little habits altogether.

instead, he'd naturally make room for you before you even asked, shifting over on the couch, slowing his pace, or leaving one side of him open because he already knew you'd end up there.

your clinginess showed itself in countless little ways throughout the day.

if bunny stood still for more than a few moments, you'd wander over almost without thinking, gently looping your arm through his or leaning against his side while your mind drifted elsewhere. whenever the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow find yourself pressed against him, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder while you read, watched something, or simply enjoyed the peaceful silence between you.

you weren't trying to demand his attention; your body had simply grown so used to seeking him out that it happened without thought. after enough time together, bunny stopped noticing when you leaned on him because it had become such a normal part of his everyday life.

the people around you found the relationship amusing because they quickly realized how differently bunny treated you compared to everyone else.

he valued his personal space with most people, yet somehow you were the one exception. no matter how often you leaned against him or quietly followed him from room to room, he never looked bothered. instead, he unconsciously adjusted around you, making sure you were comfortable before thinking about himself. if you looked tired, he'd stay where he was a little longer so you wouldn't have to move.

if you accidentally fell asleep against him, he wouldn't dare disturb you, even if it meant sitting in the same position until his shoulders became stiff. to everyone else, those gestures were small, but to you, they meant everything because bunny wasn't someone who expressed his feelings with dramatic words. he showed them through patience.

there were even times when you worried you might be too much. you noticed how often you reached for him without thinking and wondered if it ever became overwhelming. every now and then, you'd hesitate before leaning against him, trying to give him more space than usual, only for bunny to notice almost immediately.

he had grown so accustomed to your familiar warmth that the sudden distance felt wrong. without saying much, he'd naturally close the space between you himself, settling beside you until your shoulders touched again or quietly resting an arm around you as if reminding you that you never had to second-guess yourself.

he never made a big speech about it because that simply wasn't who he was, but his actions always answered your worries before you could voice them.

over time, your clinginess stopped being something either of you thought about. it became part of the rhythm of your relationship, woven into every ordinary moment the two of you shared.

bunny grew used to feeling your hand find his without warning, to your head resting against him after a long day, and to your quiet habit of searching for him whenever you entered a room. it wasn't something he merely tolerated—it became something he looked for without realizing it.

on the rare days when you were too busy or simply forgot to drift toward him, he'd notice the empty space almost immediately. he'd never admit that he missed your constant closeness, but the way his eyes instinctively searched for you, and the quiet ease that returned the moment you settled beside him again, made it obvious enough.

to everyone else, you were the clingy one, but the truth was that bunny had slowly grown just as attached to your presence as you were to his.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ julian loki

loki was not someone people expected to be the type to indulge someone’s clinginess. with his calm personality, his focus on football, and the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, most people assumed he would prefer having his own space. but when it came to you, things were different.

your affection never felt like a distraction to him. if anything, it became one of the few things that allowed him to relax completely after spending so much time pushing himself. you had a way of making the world around him feel slower, and your constant need to be close became something he quietly appreciated more than he would ever openly admit.

you were naturally affectionate, the kind of person who always found small ways to stay connected to him.

you weren't always talking or asking for attention, but you were almost always near him. whether it was sitting beside him while he reviewed something, resting your head against his shoulder when the two of you had a quiet moment, or simply reaching for his hand while walking together, your presence always seemed to find its way into his routine. sometimes you didn't even realize you were doing it.

it was almost instinctive, like your body already knew where it wanted to be. beside him, close enough to feel comfortable, but never enough to interrupt his own space.

loki noticed those little habits almost immediately.

he was observant by nature, so he picked up on every small thing you did. he noticed how your mood changed when you were able to spend time with him, how you naturally relaxed whenever you were close, and how you always seemed to search for him first whenever you entered a room. instead of finding it overwhelming, he found it endearing.

there was something incredibly genuine about the way you loved him. you weren't attached because you wanted something from him—you simply enjoyed being around him. and for someone who spent so much of his life surrounded by expectations and pressure, having someone who just wanted his company meant more than he could explain.

because loki was so patient, he never made your clinginess feel like a problem. he never pushed you away or made you feel like you were taking up too much space. if you leaned against him while he was relaxing, he'd simply let you stay there.

if you held onto his arm while the two of you walked somewhere, he'd adjust his pace so you could stay comfortable. if you quietly followed him around during his free time because you wanted to spend more time together, he would just accept it as another normal part of his day.

he didn't need constant affection himself, but he understood that it was important to you, and that alone was enough reason for him to give it back.

the funniest part was that loki slowly became just as used to your closeness as you were.

your presence became something familiar, something he subconsciously expected. after a long day of training, he found himself looking forward to the peaceful moments where he could simply sit with you and forget about everything else. you were one of the few people who didn't see him as just a talented player or someone who always had to be perfect.

with you, he could just exist without having to prove anything, and your clinginess reminded him that he was loved outside of football.

others around him noticed the difference too. they were used to seeing loki composed and collected, always focused and professional, so seeing him quietly allow you to cling to him was something they found surprising. he would be in the middle of something important, yet the moment you came over and rested against him, his attention would soften.

he wouldn't stop what he was doing completely, but he would make room for you without hesitation. it was subtle, but anyone who knew him well could tell that you were an exception to the usual distance he kept with people.

there were even times where you worried you were becoming too attached. you wondered if you were bothering him or if he wanted more space, especially because loki wasn't someone who always expressed his feelings through obvious reactions.

but he always made sure you knew you were welcome. he wasn't the type to shower you with dramatic affection or constantly reassure you with words, but his actions always gave you the answer. the way he stayed close, the way he remembered your little habits, and the way he never once made you feel like your love was too much spoke louder than anything else.

eventually, your clinginess became something that belonged to both of you. it wasn't just a habit you had—it was a quiet part of your relationship that loki had grown attached to as well.

he became used to your hand finding his, your warmth beside him, and the comfortable silence that came from simply being together. and although he would probably never make a big confession about it, the truth was that your affection became one of the few things he never wanted to lose.

because even someone as disciplined and focused as julian loki needed a place where he could stop being a player and just be himself, and somehow, that place had always been right beside you.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ don lorenzo

lorenzo was probably one of the last people anyone expected to be comfortable with someone being clingy toward him.

with his strange personality, playful attitude, and the way he always seemed to keep people guessing, most people assumed he wouldn't care much about someone constantly wanting to be around him. but when it came to you, it was different. your clinginess wasn't something he saw as annoying or overwhelming.

instead, he found it oddly reassuring. after spending so much of his life feeling like he had to rely on himself, having someone who naturally reached for him, chose him, and wanted to stay by his side was something he never truly got tired of.

you weren't clingy in a way that took away his freedom. you simply loved being close to him.

it showed in the small things you did without even realizing it. whenever the two of you were together, you always found some way to stay connected, whether it was sitting close beside him, leaning against him during quiet moments, or reaching for him whenever you walked together. sometimes you didn't even need to talk.

you were perfectly content just being near him, existing in the same space while doing your own things. for you, his presence alone was comforting, and over time, don lorenzo became used to the way you always seemed to find your way back to him.

at first, he found it amusing.

he was used to people reacting to him because of his reputation, his personality, or the strange way he carried himself, but you were different. you didn't treat him like someone intimidating or impossible to understand.

you simply treated him like someone you cared about. your affection was natural and honest, and that was something that caught his attention more than anything else. you weren't trying to change him or expect him to act differently. you just accepted him exactly as he was, and for someone who had grown up without always receiving that kind of care, it meant more than he would ever openly say.

lorenzo slowly became accustomed to your habits.

he learned that when you were tired, you would naturally move closer to him without thinking. he learned that when something bothered you, you found comfort in staying near him rather than being alone. he learned that your way of showing love was through small touches and quiet moments together.

instead of moving away or teasing you too much, he simply allowed it. sometimes he'd act like he was bothered just to get a reaction out of you, but the truth was that he never actually wanted you to stop.

because beneath all of his strange jokes and unpredictable behavior, lorenzo was someone who valued loyalty deeply. your clinginess reminded him that someone genuinely wanted to stay. you weren't around because of his talent, his status, or what he could offer—you were there because you cared about him.

and that kind of affection was something he didn't take lightly. even if he didn't always know how to respond in the most normal way, he understood the importance of having someone who made him feel wanted.

the people around him would notice how different he became around you. lorenzo was still don lorenzo—still playful, still weird, still someone who could make everyone question what was going through his mind—but there was a noticeable softness whenever you were involved. he was more patient with you, more willing to listen, and strangely protective over the comfort you found in him.

if you leaned against him for too long, he wouldn't complain. if you stayed close during stressful moments, he wouldn't tell you to move. instead, he'd simply let you remain there, accepting your affection in his own quiet way.

there were even moments where he surprised himself by noticing when you weren't around. he was so used to your presence that the absence of it felt strange.

he'd find himself looking for you without realizing it, expecting you to appear beside him like you always did. he would never openly admit that he missed your constant closeness, especially because admitting something like that meant showing a softer side of himself, but the way he naturally relaxed whenever you returned gave him away.

your relationship with lorenzo was never about one person being clingy and the other simply putting up with it. over time, your affection became something shared between the two of you. you gave him the comfort of knowing he had someone who would always choose him, and he gave you the reassurance that your love was never too much.

behind the strange humor and carefree attitude was someone who appreciated being cared for more than he let anyone see, and your clinginess became a quiet reminder that he was no longer someone who had to face everything alone. you were simply the person who stayed beside him, and somehow, that became the thing he valued most.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ teddy knight

teddy was the type of person who made it difficult to tell what he was actually thinking.

he carried himself with a calm, almost unreadable expression, often keeping his emotions tucked away behind a quiet attitude and a composed presence. because of that, most people would assume that someone being constantly attached to him would eventually get on his nerves. but when it came to you, it was completely different.

your clinginess never felt like a burden to him.

instead, it became something familiar, something that slowly settled into his life before he even realized how much he had started to depend on it.

you were the kind of person who showed love through presence. you didn't need some grand reason to be near him—you just liked being around him. whether the two of you were sitting together in silence, walking somewhere side by side, or simply spending time doing separate things in the same room, you always found yourself drifting closer to him.

sometimes your shoulder would brush against his, sometimes you'd quietly sit beside him without saying anything, and sometimes you'd simply stay nearby because being around him made you feel comfortable. it wasn't about needing constant attention; it was about knowing he was there.

at first, teddy didn't really know what to do with it.

he wasn't someone who was used to having another person so openly seek him out. he was more familiar with keeping a certain distance, observing others rather than being the person someone naturally reached for.

so when you started appearing beside him more often, resting near him without hesitation, or instinctively looking for him whenever you entered a room, he didn't quite know how to react. he wouldn't push you away, but he also wouldn't immediately show how much he noticed.

teddy was the kind of person who would quietly take note of everything before deciding how he felt about it.

and eventually, he realized he liked it.

there was something strangely comforting about knowing that you always chose to be near him. your affection wasn't complicated, and you never expected him to become someone completely different. you didn't need him to constantly express himself or act a certain way—you were happy with the little things he already gave.

for someone like teddy, who seemed more comfortable keeping his thoughts to himself, having someone who understood his quiet nature was something he appreciated more than he could explain.

your clinginess became part of his routine in the smallest ways. teddy became used to feeling you sit beside him whenever there was an empty space. he became used to your habit of leaning closer when you were tired or reaching for him without thinking whenever something made you nervous.

he became used to the way you searched for him first, like his presence was something that automatically made things feel easier.

and while he might not always react dramatically, he always noticed. every single time.

he was also surprisingly patient with you.

if you stayed close while he was focused on something, he wouldn't make you feel like you were distracting him. if you wanted to spend time with him after a long day, he wouldn't turn you away. teddy wasn't the type to constantly shower someone with affection, but he showed care through small, deliberate actions.

he would make sure you were comfortable, remember little details about what you liked, and quietly adjust his own habits to include you. his affection wasn't loud—it was in the way he made space for you without needing to be asked.

other people would probably find the difference amusing. teddy, who could seem so distant and difficult to read, somehow became someone who allowed you closer than most people ever got.

they would notice how he didn't react the same way when it was you. someone else invading his space might earn a cold look, but you could sit beside him for hours and he wouldn't complain.

your presence became an exception, a quiet place where he didn't have to keep up any walls.

there would also be moments where you worried you were being too attached. you'd wonder if you were overwhelming him or if he secretly wanted more space, especially because teddy wasn't always obvious with his feelings. but the answer was always shown through his actions. he never pulled away.

he never made you feel like your affection was unwanted. instead, he would simply stay there beside you, allowing the silence between you to speak for itself.

over time, teddy became just as accustomed to your closeness as you were to his. he might not be the type to openly admit that he enjoyed having someone always near him, but he would notice when things felt different without you.

the room felt quieter, his routine felt slightly off, and there was a strange emptiness where your familiar presence usually was.

he wouldn't call it missing you right away, but deep down, he knew exactly what it was. because your clinginess gave teddy something he wasn't used to—a constant reminder that someone wanted to stay.

and for someone as reserved as him, that meant more than any big gesture ever could. you weren't just someone who followed him around or held onto him a little more than others.

michael kaiser ᢉ𐭩

gift giving, 100%. he'll never admit it, but this man LOOVES treating you. luxury clothes, expensive jewellery, beauty treatments and sweet smelling flowers, to name a few. sure, the man absolutely despises receiving gifts, the very thought makes him nauseous, but buying you them? totally different, at least to him. he likes to act like it's no big deal and will shrug off your gratitude, but if you look closely, there's always a small smile on his face, even if he tries his best not to let you see that. in actuality, there's nothing else he loves more than seeing you happy as a result of his actions.

expect fragrant perfumes in intricate bottles and delicate rings and bracelets (and trust me, this man knows whether you prefer silver or gold jewellery). he'll send you money to get your nails or hair done, but he does largely prefer buying you the item himself. if he notices you feel guilty for the constant gifts, he just scoffs dismissively, snaps at you not to be stupid and that it's not an issue. and god forbid you ever try to repay the favour.

i could definitely see him being into physical touch too, but to a lesser degree. when he is physically affectionate, it's always behind closed doors and away from his teammates or paparazzi; not because he's embarrassed of you, but because the last thing he wants is for you to feel harassed or like other people are intruding on your business ♡

bunny iglesias ᢉ𐭩

acts of service, without a doubt. bunny will do literally anything for you, he treats you like a princess. genuinely, if there's anything he can do that eases your burdens, he'll do it; even little things like painting the nails on your dominant hand so that you won't mess them up or wiping the kitchen counter if you spill your drink. if you're tired after a long day, expect him to be standing at the kitchen sink doing the dishes. if you hate doing the laundry, he'll do that too as soon as he picks up on your disdain for the chore.

bunny tends to focus on making sure you're comfortable. if he notices you're feeling under the weather but are trying to soldier on, he'll handle your errands for you and make you dinner so that you've got nothing to worry about.

he doesn't feel like these helpful gestures are his duty, he genuinely enjoys doing them. he loves you more than anything and it satisfies him beyond belief to see you fully relaxed because of his efforts, so why wouldn't he help you out?

sae itoshi ᢉ𐭩

sae, like the rest of the ng11, has a really busy schedule; which is why he prioritises quality time with you over almost everything else. he despises even the mere idea of you feeling lonely or unappreciated and so never fails to make an effort with spending as much time with you as humanly possible.

honestly? it sometimes gets to a point where his behaviour borders on clingy. hear me out; he's just got home after training the entire day, and you guys haven't seen each other since he left early in the morning. and he just follows you. everywhere. from the sofa to the kitchen to you guys' bedroom, he's right on your heels. he thinks it's the normal thing to do too, so is definitely bewildered when you burst out laughing at the sheer proximity of his body to yours. he literally just lingers around you in your personal space because he can't stand the thought of letting you be alone for five minutes.

he genuinely just loves being in your company. you guys don't even really have to be doing anything; as long as sae is spending time with you, he doesn't care. even eating dinner in silence or laying together in bed while you guys talk about your day is ideal for him. he's blunt -too blunt- and occasionally emotionally detached, which is why he makes an effort to be around you as much as he can. even when the silence is awkward, there's nowhere else he'd rather be.

vivian hugo ᢉ𐭩

hugo shows his devotion to you through physical touch. he loves having his fingers intertwined with your own and absolutely adores it when you lean your head against his shoulder or wrap your arms around his frame. he genuinely treasures the evenings after training when he can hug you close to him, away from anything involving football. he guides you through large crowds with a reassuring hand on your lower back and will gently touch your arm or hand when he passes by you in the hall at home.

it's in the little things; he hugs you a little longer than necessary when he bids you farewell, pulls you in for a kiss on the side of your temple as soon as he returns from training. and best believe his leg is always going to be touching yours when you're watching a movie together or sitting in close proximity. he's very much a physically affectionate guy; it makes up for his blunt speech ♡

julien loki ᢉ𐭩

i feel like loki's primary love language is most likely words of affirmation. sure, he's aware he's a cut above a large number of the footballers he surrounds himself with, but the compliments he gives you are entirely genuine and devoid of any hints of arrogance. he praises you on highly specific things that go entirely unnoticed by everyone else, and that's how you know the kind words come from a place of authentic admiration. he compliments you on the way you scrunch your nose when you laugh, the way you handle arguments, how you always seem to know what to say. he wants you to know that every attribute of yours, physical or mental, is dear to him.

aside from the bountiful compliments, loki prioritises recognising you and your efforts verbally. expect to hear constant thank yous and you've got this a lot. if you're stressed or anxious about something, he always manages to talk you back down into a state of calm with just his words.

don lorenzo ᢉ𐭩

lorenzo’s way of showing his love for you is definitely through gift giving. with how obsessed he is with money, it’s no surprise lorenzo would want to treat you to the highest luxuries money has to offer. he loves loudly, and that always involves presents of some kind.

he sends you money often, and if you even hint at wanting something, no matter what it is, expect lorenzo to hand it to you with a huge, smug, shit-eating grin on his face a couple days later. he takes immense pride in the fact that he can treat you financially, after all, he believes money makes the world go round. he's all for you returning the gesture and is always appreciative, but just know that no matter what you get him, he'll get you something more luxurious in response. he kind of treats it like a competition, revelling in seeing who can get the most beautiful, most expensive gift for the other. sure, he's materialistic as all hell, but his hearts in the right place ♡

kind of like kaiser, i think he'd also enjoy physical touch, but in a much more casual, off the shoulder way, as if he's been doing it all his life. a lazy arm thrown round your shoulder, a hand on your thigh when he's driving, a hand patting your head when he walks by you; it all just feels so natural to him.

psst! divider creds: @/saradika-graphics ♡