ᯓ⚽︎ RAIN

you just showed up, looking like every damn cell of your body was literally created by drops of heaven when you walked into the training room on your first day, rosy cheeks hinting at a subtle shyness as you greeted everyone kindly. “hi, i’m y/n, your new team manager starting today.”

rin tried to keep himself distracted, suppressing every bubble of attraction that dared to arise in his chest whenever he looked at you. yet, he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy seeping through his shadow every time you interacted with his team; your smiles were anything but ‘just friendly’ in his eyes, though logically, he didn’t actually have the slightest idea of how you felt towards any of his boys. 

he was a reasonable man. mature, upright, and wise. of course you would be interested in boys your age, he knew that. why the fuck would he even think you’d want to be with one twenty years your senior? you were young, beautiful, and kind, any man would be lucky to have you– one in your age range, he forcefully reminded himself time and time again.

unfortunately for rin, he wanted that man to be him, regardless. no matter how much he tried to ignore it, to kill the feelings, they persisted.

and now he’s here, drunk off his ass at a celebratory afterparty for his team making it to regionals, nearly passed out on the corner of the couch in the karaoke room. everyone else is still lively, singing horribly– some well, though– at the top of their lungs, downing shot after shot of sake.

you, of course, stay on patrol, only babysitting a drink or two to try to keep things under control. 

rin didn’t mean to drink as much as he did. he just couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy you look in your little black dress– a view he rarely got the chance to see since your usual attire consisted of training jackets and joggers– and thoughtlessly started chugging at a bottle of sake until he was hiccuping and sleepy to cope with his overwhelming, tenacious feelings.

you let out a sigh, but chuckle, scooting your body over to his side to check up on him. the others seem fine, despite their rowdiness, so you shift your attention to your colleague for the time being.

“hey,” you hum gently, nudging his side, “i can call you a cab.”

“n–no,” he murmurs, heavy eyelids fluttering to open. he thinks he’s dreaming when he’s sees how close you are, glistening eyes looking into his enlarged pupils with concern, “oh, mm’fuck– you’re so c– hic– close.”

you smile. “well, yeah, need to make sure you’re not dying.”

his laugh turns into a cough before he smacks his lips together and curls further into the couch. “mm’fine, mm’fine,” he thrums, closing his eyes again. but this time, his hand reaches out to find yours resting on the seat cushion beside his thigh, fingertips teasingly gliding across your knuckles. he’s not even fully aware that he’s doing it, light snores slowly beginning to sound out of him seconds later.

your heart stops for a minute as your gaze flickers to where he’s touching you, lips parting with a silent gasp. you think you should move– should– but you don’t, just allowing the warmth to flow through your veins for a few moments. despite the chaos surrounding you, this shared moment felt private and quiet.

eventually, you do convince him to take a cab, but with you to your place, because you have zero trust he’ll be able to safely transport himself back to his own given the state he’s currently in.

you stumble your bodies through the front door, carefully guiding him towards your bedroom to help him into bed. you plan to take the couch for the night.

the cutest whimpers escape his mouth as you remove his shoes, then tuck him underneath the covers. you’ll just change your sheets the next day since he’s still wearing his alcohol-stained daywear, not feeling comfortable enough to help him undress. he can do that himself once he sobers up a bit, since he’ll probably wake up sooner or later to use the bathroom. 

you quickly fix him a glass of water, then grab a small pouch of saltines and a few tylenol pills to leave on the nightstand beside him; hydration, food, and medication– the cocktail to hangover survival. 

he mutters something you can’t quite make out as you move to leave the bedroom, which causes you to just swell with warmth with how cute he really is as you shut the door behind you quietly.

rin ends up sleeping from one in the morning, when you two arrived back at your place, all the way until ten– completely through the night. his eyes shoot open wide abruptly as he wakes, eyebrows furrowing to take in his surroundings. where the fuck is he?

he jolts from the soft rap at the door, heart dropping into his stomach as you walk in sporting a loose t-shirt, tiny sleep shorts, and bedhead, carrying a small plate of toast.

“morning,” you smile. he just blinks at you, chest palpitating. you chuckle at his surprise, placing the plate down beside him on the bed. “i take it you don’t remember anything from last night.”

“not at all.” his voice is raspy and parched. he notices the glass of water on the nightstand and picks it up, chugging it quickly. he lets out a sigh when he finishes, feeling quenched. “i didn’t– we didn’t– right?” he asks, slightly panicked.

you shake your head, understanding exactly what he’s asking. “nothing happened. i just brought you back here so i could make sure you didn’t accidentaly kill yourself,” you laugh, “do you even know how much you drank?” he shakes his head and you sigh. “an entire bottle of sake and then some,” you state, “i’m surprised you’re even functioning this morning.” there’s a sharp pain in his head right then that proves your words otherwise and he winces. “i’ll get you some more water,” you offer, “be right back.”

rin feels so utterly embarrassed.

and– worst of all– fucked.

an indescribable tension has been floating around you and rin since that night a few weeks ago. neither of you address it though, just assuming it will fade out on its own.

yeah, that’s never how it works, is it?

it isn’t until he sees you cozying up with one of his players outside of the locker rooms after practice that he finally snaps, stomach twisting violently at the thought of you being close to another man.

he waits until the field is left with only you and him. the two of you usually stayed afterwards together to clean up and prepare for the following day’s session.

“hey,” he says, stacking the cones as you toss the extra balls into the bin, “are you and alex… close?”

you freeze for a moment, surprised he’s prying into a topic like that with you. if you’re honest, though, it made your heart flutter. is he concerned about you? or… is he jealous?

“sort of,” you shrug, answering him casually, though your insides were going crazy. “we found out our moms work together, so we kind of just hit it off.”

“i see.”

it’s quiet again.

neither of you are paying attention as you back up after finishing your tasks, bodies colliding as he topples over you onto the floor of the storage shed.

both of you groan, and you’re grateful your elbows caught you in time to avoid smacking your head painfully onto the pavement.

“you okay?” rin asks, searching your face. he still hasn’t noticed that he’s hovering over you, chests nearly touching. but once he does, he can hardly breathe. “oh– fuck–,” he huffs, “sorry, let me get up–,” but you stop him, and he swears he’s about to explode. “y/n?” he calls your name gently. you just keep staring at him, watching as his pupils dilate wider and wider with each passing second. your hand reaches up to cup his jaw, and his breath falters. “what are you– fuck.”

you lips break out into a smile and your chest aches. all this time, you’ve been trying to suppress your desire for the man you lay before. he’s twenty years older than you, and that will surely make people talk. but, you don’t care.

you don’t care.

you want him. and you’re sick of not allowing yourself to at least let him know that; if he doesn’t feel the same, then you move on.

“rin,” the way you say his name makes him shiver, “i like you. i like you a lot.” his eyes widen at your confession. “i know you’re a lot older than i am; you’ve got more experience and life’s all figured out in comparison to me, but,” you exhale, “i can’t help how i feel. i really fucking like you.”

he releases the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in, head falling forward in relief and a tinge of hesitance. “shit,” he laughs nervously, “i never thought– fucking hell,” he tries to pull himself together, “i’ve been falling for you since the second you walked into that damn training room last year, and i– i never thought it’d be mutual.” your affectionate smile is sending butterflies straight to his stomach. “you’re so much younger than me, and way fucking out of my league but, christ, y/n, i really fucking like you too.”

your smile lifts into a smirk– a devious one full of raw desire and need. “kiss me, rin,” you thrum, moving both hands to slide behind him to rest on the nape of his neck. “if this is real, then show me.”

his breaths are uneven. “are you sure?”

you bite your lip and nod. “yes, i’m sure. but, not here. not on this disgusting closet floor,” both he and you laugh, “take me back to yours tonight?”

rin’s sheets smell like pine and a thousand secret feelings as he lays you down on his bed, cherry, slightly cracked lips attaching to yours with vigor. a year’s worth of pent up emotions could no longer be controlled. you tug at his hair as you slip your tongue into it his mouth, thighs clenching at the sweet sounds of his muffled whines. he’s hovering over you now, slowly dropping his kisses from your face down towards your center; on the way, he unzips your training jacket. he lifts his head for a moment to see you, staring in awe at your nearly bare chest looking back at him. his tongue teases below the wiring of your bra and you gasp.

“off,” you squeak, “take it off.” 

rin obliges, “holy fuck, you’re beautiful,” cheeks burning from your gorgeous tits. he immediately attaches his mouth to your perky nipples, sliding his rough tongue across each meaty breast whilst his hands cup your thighs.

you involuntarily jolt at the tingling sensation, pulling at his strands more aggressively, which only causes him to moan against you and send pleasurable vibrations through your chest.

“f–fuck,” your breath stutters when he drags his tongue from your sternum down to your navel, his fingers curling into your waistband once he reaches there.

he bites your hip bones teasingly. “i bet you’re so pretty,” he thrums, massaging your skin, “can’t wait to taste this pussy.”

rin doesn’t waste even a second once he’s removed your pants and tossed them aside, tongue diving into your sweet cunt with filthy squelches.

“r–rin!” you mewl, bucking your hips up against his mouth. his eyes roll at the use of you moaning his name and your sweet taste, grip on your hips tightening. “s–shit, right– oh, god!”

the tip of his nose stimulates your clit with each deliberate drive of his tongue into your slick hole. you're riding his face now, matching his pace, desperate to reach your high.

rin can sense your arousal growing, the coil in your stomach only seconds away from snapping. he sucks on your bundle of nerves with precision, lapping you up like it’s his favourite pastime, groaning at the feeling of you about to fall apart.

“c’mon,” he mutters, “let me taste you. come for me.” with a final drag of his mouth and nose across your folds, you cry, spilling your sweet nectar out of your cunt and all over his pretty face. he growls as he drinks you up, swallowing all of you pornographically. “fuck, you’re so good to me.”

he releases you with a slow, agonizing pop as he lifts up to see you, cock twitching at the sight of your beautiful fucked out face in all her glory. your lashes are fluttering, and he can see your throat pulsing as you catch your breath.

“feel okay?” he checks in with you.

“y–yeah,” you stutter, still riding through the ecstasy of your orgasm.

“good,” he smiles, though not without a tint of mischief, leaning over to plant a kiss on your puffy, quivering lips. “do you want to keep going–”

“yes.”

he laughs at how quickly you answer. “your wish is my command.” 

your eyes grow dark for a moment as you keep looking back at him. “don’t treat me so nicely."

he lets out a cough, taken aback by your initiation and request. it’s not that he didn’t want to get a little crazy with you, far from it, he just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way.

“what do you want me to do?” he asks.

you stare at him straight in the eye and say, “slap my ass and pull my hair. surprise me with the rest.”

he was throbbing. 

fuck. 

rin undresses, then you’re instantly flipped over onto your stomach, grip in your hair tight and declaring, yanking your ass up high in the air for him. he groans and your walls squeeze tightly.

“fucking hell,” he hisses, “you sure you can handle me like this?”

you turn your head enough to glare at him, mostly playfully, but a little bit annoyed. “rin,” you assert, “fuck me or i’ll do it myself.”

his heart is about to burst through his chest. you notice the way his thick cock jumps from your demand and you smirk.

“fuck. yeah, okay,” he huffs, pumping himself a few times as he maintains eye contact, leaky tip teasing your sticky hole. “you ready, baby?”

“give it to me.”

your words move him automatically as he slides into you. you can feel his hips shaking the entire way to bottoming you out, walls clenching around his fat base.

“god,” he groans, “you feel– wow. fuck.”

you start sliding along his cock, too, and he nearly loses it. “c’mon,” you taunt, “more, daddy, more.”

he stills for a second. did you just call him daddy?

the choice of words has brewed a destructive storm within him.

your smugness instantly turns into a screaming fest as he slams into you, brutally smacking his pelvis against your plush ass. every time he pulls out far enough to leave a bit of space, he lifts a hand to smack your cheeks and you whimper, drool coating the bedsheets below you.

“fuck, fuck!” you whine, unbridled, ragged chokes escaping your mouth. “you’re s–so– mmmm’shit–”

you can hardly speak, and rin can’t stop gritting his teeth and abusing your sweet, tight cunt. he slips a hand underneath you to reach your clit, sending it a rough slap that makes your body jolt with a loud cry. 

“thatta girl,” he thrums, “let me hear you get fucking loud f’me.”

his fingers circle fast, thick cock filling you to the brim with a ruthless pace, and you spiral towards your second orgasm. you throw a hand back to grab his thigh, assisting him to fuck you even faster as your arousal starts to leak around him.

“r–rin,” you gasp, body beginning to convulse, “i’m gonna– oh, fuck!” you don’t even complete your sentence, a sharp crack of the throat sending you over the edge as you cream around his length, vibrating and clenching him incessantly. “oh my god!”

he laughs elated and a bit heniously, keeping his pace unforgiving as he yanks you up by your hair in the midst of coming, forcing your spine flat against his chest. you’re overstimulated and whining pathetically.

“we’re not done,” he purrs, licking one, long stripe up the side of your neck, “you’re giving me three more. we’re hitting five.”

your throat tightens and you pulsate excitedly. “i don’t know if– that’s–,” your eyes roll and you feel your stomach twisting for the third time. “oh my fucking god,” you groan, “fuck!” you squirt again, moans so loud you’re sure the neighbours are pissed off by now.

rin isn’t slowing down, sending shallow slaps and firm circles to your clit as his cock continues to stretch you out, twitching inside your walls with each greedy clench from your pussy.

“such a good girl for daddy,” his voice is low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine, “keep falling apart f’me like this.”

you’re foaming at the mouth, arms thrashing around aimlessly as he pulls the fourth orgasm out of you with a deep, hard thrust into your stomach, your shattered cry trickling down his spine ecstatically. he growls as he moves his grip from your hair to your throat, squeezing tightly and driving his fat, wet cock into you without mercy.

he’s trying to keep himself together, determined to feel you come around him one final time. but he’s so fucking close.

“jesus– rin– shit–” you whine, grabbing his wrist around your neck for leverage, “it’s so s–sen– fuck!” he slides his mushroom tip across your pleasure point and you whimper, hips stuttering back against him.

“just one more, baby girl,” he hums, sucking a claim into your shoulderblade, “let me feel you just one more time.”

you nod profusely, whining growing louder with each brutal drag of his cock until you finally break, “i–i’m coming!” dropping all inhibitions and screaming uncontrollably as you release onto him for the fifth time, drenching his cock with your sweet cum.

he’s growling just as loudly as you are, hips sputtering weakly as he senses himself about to break, pulling out of you at the last second whilst he pushes your torso back down towards the mattress again to spill his hot, milky seed all over your back. his moans are raspy, head thrown backwards in bliss, as the sticky substance feels warm on your skin.

“holy fuck,” he grits his teeth, looking down to see how pretty he decorated your body. “you did so well for me, sweetheart,” he praises, “i’m so proud of you.” he leans over and kisses the back of your head before carefully helping you to lay down flat onto your stomach comfortably. “let me go grab a rag to clean you up.”

he’s so gentle with you, cautiously wiping your skin and helping you roll over onto your back once he’s finished cleaning you up. your eyes are so dazed and fucked-out, pupils blown and full of ecstacy and affection. he can’t help but smile, heart warming at the sight of you so wrecked for him in the two best ways– sex and love.

he kisses your temple before laying beside you, pulling you closely to rest on his chest. “how are you feeling?” he asks.

“so good,” your words are slightly slurred, “that was incredible.”

“yeah?” his heart swells.

“yeah.” you repeat.

it’s quiet for a moment, but calm. then, he asks the burning question. “do you want to continue this? you know, us?”

your head tilts up to look at him, and if the way your eyes glisten are any consolation, the answer to that is yes. “i do,” you smile. “i want all of you, rin itoshi.”

if it weren’t for the fact he had a team to get through regionals– and now you becoming an important part of his life– he’d die right there in your arms with how fast his heart is beating and be happy with it. 

Alexis Ness had always been the cutest boyfriend you could ever ask for. He was a gentleman, a giver, rarely a taker, a great friend, strong, tall and quite masculine—but not enough to be allergic to feeling and emotion. In fact, Ness was very emotionally sensitive and romantic… sometimes too melancholic.

Since he’s always been a great safe space to you, you always made sure you were also a safe space for him to express himself too. That’s why he’s finding himself exactly where he is right now.

Sandwiched.

By you and his dear ‘friend’, Michael Kaiser.

He came up to you about this very particular fantasy a few days ago. It shocked you to see someone like him to express such a dirty, different fantasy but you still decided to accept his deal. You believed Kaiser was not attracted to men so he’d say ‘Absolutely not’ and this moment wouldn’t come true, but Michael Kaiser surprised you… and still is.

“You were fucking made for this, weren’t you, you fucking dog?” Kaiser degraded him out of nowhere along with a stinging slap on his ass, picking on how eager Ness was to submit himself to this.

It wasn’t the first nor last time Kaiser degraded him for letting Kaiser fuck him in the aggressive the way he was right now. He truly had no mercy for Ness on his soul compared to you, who was trying to approaching this moment with much more kindness.

“You’re being such a good boy, Nessie… The best puppy ever…” You cooed right against his left ear while your nails teasingly ran his through his scalp underneath all the fluff of his hair to make his skin shiver with comfort and intimacy.

Ness was too far gone in the pleasure of having his darkest sexual fantasy fulfilled to answer either your or Kaiser’s words. To be fucked right in the prostate by his astro best friend while also fucking his actual girlfriend. All of this in a position that sandwiched his body between you two. Kaiser completely went over Ness’s expectations, though. He was too good at fucking his ass just like how Ness fantasized it—a talented learner indeed. So all he was limited to do now was babble, drool and moan against your shoulder like a dog. In fact, he was too far gone to even move inside you. His ‘thrusts’ were entirely dependent on Kaiser’s thrusts making him recoil hard enough to make him move inside you.

“Who would’ve guessed he prefers to get dicked down by me than dicking you down?” Kaiser teased you from above with an annoying smirk as he sensed your power over Ness fade away.

“Tch… Who would’ve guessed you like to dick down other men who are already engaged in a relationship, huh? Do you think I couldn’t make him moan like this if I was pegging him?” You distanced your mouth from Ness’s flushed ear to spit back at that stupid, snobbish blonde douchebag rudely.

“Hmmmm... Not really.” He insisted on underestimating you, but you knew better than to be baited by him.

“Whatever makes the precious little emperor sleep well…” You spoke in a fake tone of glorification of Kaiser, which visibly annoyed him in a pleasing way.

“Precious little emperor?” Kaiser repeated your audacious as if fitting them into his head. He was not going to forget this so soon.

“Yes, a fraud of an emperor.” You tried to copy Kaiser's smirk as you challenged him.

“Well, but it’s this fraud down here who's making your loving, caring boyfriend cry like a bitch.” Kaiser pointed to his own crotch as he said that, proudly worshiping his own genital.

“Ness would never pick you over me no matter how good you fuck him, right, Nessie? You made sure your fingers were circling Ness’s favorite spot in his head to be pat on while you asked him that, influencing him to have bias for you.

“I can’t... ngh, I can’t… choose..!” Ness was finally able to save up some energy to say something coherent, although still very shaky.

You tch’d while Kaiser smirked down at you in pure pride. You couldn’t believe he’d actually won that small argument because Ness was too hypnotized by his dick to think straight. If you had better control of Ness’ pleasure right now, he would’ve definitely sided with you.

Now you could see why these two always sticked together. They fed each other’s fantasy perfectly. Ness fed Kaiser’s ego just perfectly to make him righteously cocky about everything and everyone and Kaiser fed Ness with all the magic he ever wanted to see or feel like he is right now.

“See? You’re completely irrelevant at this moment .” Kaiser’s giggled at your defeat as he accelerated his thrusts inside Ness’ overheating hole.

“Oh, shut up, you—” You tried to keep the argument going, but Ness suddenly raised his head from your shoulder to censor your view of Kaiser above you.

“J-Just ignore him, love...” He whispered so lovingly into your lips that you were immediately defeated and engaged in a wet tongue-kiss with him.

Realizing you'd been distracted, Kaiser decided to deliver another harsh slap at Ness' right butt cheek, which made Ness immediately throw his head back with a loud squeak and break the kiss. His hand stayed on his skin after the slap too, squeezing his skin and soft, fat muscles behind it—almost digging it with his nails like it was some stress relief toy. Even if Ness returned to the kiss, he was barely able to keep your lips rubbing each other from the amount of moaning he had to now. The faster Kaiser fucked his prostate to oblivion, the more Ness’s dick recoiled back and forth inside your wet cunt. And the more Ness felt himself moving inside your welcoming cunt only made him feel more and inhumane pleasure. It was truly breaking him and it was a vicious cycle to make things worse for him. The only thing that saved him from losing his mind was his sadness with the fact he couldn’t give you the same amounts of pleasure like Kaiser was giving him at this moment. You were by far the most neglected one in that sandwich, but you were still determined to let Ness live this fantasy where borh you and Kaiser fucked him with two different, contrasting styles that made him feel like a sex pest. So he had no choice but to hope you were having enough fun listening to his cute whimpers and with his cock barely swaying inside you with no clitoral stimulation.

“You're getting very loud, Nessie...” You suddenly commented as if Ness was an experiment you were analyzing.

“Oh? I've barely started and you're already about to cum? What a pathetic whore.” Kaiser leaned down and whispered his insults right at Ness' ears to push him even further into a state of mental fragility that would make him cum faster.

And once again, the way you nicknamed him like a dog named ‘Nessie’ along with Kaiser's 'pathetic whore' made his eyes wet with happy tears. He nodded his head excitedly like the damn puppy you two loved him to act like. His lips even turned up into his signature turtle smile despite the amount of torture being done on him. He couldn’t believe the two of you were doing so much effort to give him this much pleasure, but he was so, so grateful and feeling so euphorical. Before this started, Ness was so sure he’d end up being the one who would overwork himself to give the both of you pleasure… not the way other way around. His gratitude was truly impossible to communicate with words, especially at this dumbified state.

“Y-Yes!” Ness answered Kaiser almost proudly, truly adopting the nickname given to him by him.

But immediately after that, Kaiser spanked his buttock again in cuteness agression with his deplorable state of mind—all dependent on Michael Kaiser to have his orgasm. Kaiser wasn’t even sure if he wanted to see Ness pathetically reveal more and more of his deplorable sexual identity or if he wanted to regulate his behavior to make sure he remembered he wasn’t the only one seeking pleasure right now.

“You better make me cum inside this fucking ass nice and good too, you hear me?” Kaiser straightened his body again and threatened Ness while looking at his back bouncing with every blow of his hips inside him to get visual stimulation to cum with him.

“Y-Yes, Kaiser! I’ll do anything for you to cum..! T-The both of you!” Ness whimpered, unsure of who to look at as he declared himself.

“Anything? Anything at all?” An ill-intended smirk immediately grew on Kiaser's lips at his statement.

You raised an eyebrow at that, scared of that clear hunger in his voice that told you he’d take advantage of that promise. But without Ness being able to make eye contact with him and see what you could see, he wasn't aware of what game he was putting himself to play right now.

“Yes, Kaiser!” Ness finally looked over his shoulder, but a great fraction of Kaiser's smirk was gone already.

In fact, with Ness trying to reach Kaiser's hip with a hand to hold and feel him as he fucked him, Kaiser actually put a scowl on his face and pushed Ness' head down to your shoulder again.

“Paws off me, you dog.” Kaiser slapped his hand away like it was a fly, remembering Ness of the amount of power he had over him. “Now kiss your damn girlfriend. I want to see you two pathetic creatures kissing while I make you cum.” Kaiser clarified his desires, pushing Ness’s face by his scalp into you.

His eyes were so wet and his cheeks so flushed with the sudden, brutal punishment that you couldn’t help but smirk as you two connected your lips again. It definitely wouldn’t make you cum, but it definitely made your clit ache for more tension with the sight.

His tongue barely moved inside your mouth. It only bobbed according to Kaiser’s thrusts like everything else in his body. You had to be the one taking control of the kiss and Ness didn’t mind being submissive to you too at this moment at all.

His orgasm crashed intensely inside you, making Ness scream like he’d never done before with you only. His cum spilled inside you mercilessly because Kaiser made sure to keep Ness inside you the most he could while he himself spilled his cum inside Ness' hole. Ness' cum was hot and thick as a result from all the careful buildup you two made on him

“Good boy.” Kaiser cooed as he gently tapped one of Ness’ buttocks to mock how eagerly he let Kaiser deposit his cum inside him.

“Don't cry, Nessie... Don't cry,,,” You added, giving him romantic pecks around his face and eating his tears away as if he really was a puppy.

But Kaiser, unfortunately, was a man who got bored of everything too easily and felt entitled enough to ruin your little party with Ness.

“Move.” Kaiser suddenly ordered Ness, removing himself from his ass like he’d truly just used him like a random toy.

You watched Ness give you one last look of pure yearn while he moved to your side without even considering your opinion too, which truly worried you about just how much control this Kaiser guy has over him. But before you could complain, you were suddenly pulled down, dangerously closer to Kaiser's dripping cock now.

“Now, what should I do with you…” Kaiser inquired as he stared down at your pussy with a mischievous grin.

“Me? What are you talking about?!” You asked somehow worried and closing your legs.

“Do you think I'm gonna let you go unharmed after what you called me? A precious 'little' prince?” Kaiser paid you a look of pure dismissal of your boundaries while holding his own cock up again to counter your previous insult about its size.

"I'm sorry, but you're just gonna have to deal with that. I am not giving myself to you just because my boyfriend wanted to!" You sat up in the bed, trying to crawl away, but you were nothing against his grip on your hip.

“Y/N, haven't you noticed your boyfriend is a pathetic cuckold?” Kaiser scoffed as he pointed a thumb to Ness, who was kneeling at the scene as if he was watching a stage play.

His dick was still as hard as it was when he was being sandwiched. And just because you were both paying him a look now, he started to lighly masturbate himself to relieve his pleasure. He perfectly proved Kaiser's point.

"Look at that..." Kaiser scoffed at the scene. "Don't you want to please your sweet boyfriend's cuckolding fantasies, Y/N?" Kaiser then averted his gaze to you again, pretending to genuinely feel bad for Ness when he was truly just desperate to fuck the brat out of you.

"You're so fucking fake, it's actually drying me out." You didn't dare submit to him so easily, mocking Kaiser's dirty-talking skills now to infuriate him.

"Oh-hoho... You're really feisty..." Kaiser's thumb couldn't help but carress your thigh, his desire to tame your mouth raging in his heart.

“D-Do it, babe... I'm fine with it...” Ness caught your attetion again when he placed a hand on your shoulder, nodding in approval of Kaiser's suggestion with the biggest grin on his lips and eyes still wet from the last round.

You switched your gazer between him and Kaiser a few times, evaluating the situatuon. Kaiser was obviously smirking down at you now that he had Ness' verbal approval of what he was about to do with you while Ness was just burning alive to live this moment. Perhaps the challenge of having sex with your boyfriend's mean best friend and survive it with dignity wouldn't be so bad.

“See? He’d love to watch me split you in two…” Kaiser tilted his head, already aware that you were going to give him what he wanted.

“You son of a bitch… You're just taking advantage of his fetish...” You frowned at him one last time before breathing in and out, bracing yourself for what you were about to commit to. “But, alright… I accept your challenge.” You lazily laid down again and opened your legs for Kaiser.

Kaiser didn't like how you pretended this going to be easy and perhaps even boring, but that bratty attitude of yours would only make this moment funner for his sadistic soul. So he quickly snaked his hands around your thighs and stretched them until they rested on his shoulders. Ness happily watched him line himself up with your hole.

“Brace yourself, cutie.” Kaiser rubbed his tip against your wet entrance, giving himself a small taste before beginning to push himself all in.

You were a bit taken aback at the feeling of his size since it was quite bigger than Ness'. Of course Ness loved to watch that difference take place too. Your reaction was screaming to Ness that Kaiser was immediately better at giving you chills than him. He's a godlike emperor that Ness loves to worship, after all.

“Good job, love… Good job…” Ness panted like a dog to you as he quickened his pace at his own masturbation.

“What a fucking pest...” Kaiser paid Ness a small second of attention just to degrade the sight of him having genuine fun watching his girlfriend cheat on him right in front of his eyes.

“S-Shut up…” You tried to defend Ness, but Kaiser was quick to start moving back and forth to interrupt you with your own moans.

Kaiser was going slow at first since you still had some adjustment to do with his cock's size, but he quickly cracked what was your preferred spot and was aleady focusing on it and circling your clit with a thumb to melt you down.

“Oh? What was that? I couldn’t hear you…” He tilted his head at you like a minx, taking enjoyment in your struggle to stay coherently bratty and feisty with him.

“He isn’t… a pest—” Your hands squeezed the sheets beside your head a bit tighter to contain yourself from falling under his spell.

“Oh, he definitely is.” Kaiser snorted very meanly at you. “I dare you to look at him and tell me he isn't having the time of his life watching his best friend split you in two.” Kaiser waited a few seconds for you to do as he said, but Ness was genuinely so happy you really couldn't do it—even if out of spite for Kaiser. “Come closer, Ness.” Kaiser put a hand on Ness' head and pushed him down to force him to watch watch his movements inside you from a closer, cruel angle and therefore further hurt Ness' sense of worthiness.

Ness’s smile only widened in response, completely lost on his own masochism to be sad at the humilliation he was going theough rather than jerk off to it like he already was.

“You see this?” Kaiser then pointed at your belly where a small bulge would pop up with every thrust of his inside you. “That’s me branding your girlfriend's pussy with my name…” Kaiser whispered close to Ness' ear to make him struggle even more with the view.

Ness felt some pain in his chest watching Kaiser give his girlfriend a new meaning and level of pleasure righ in front of eyes. It filled him him with jealously to move so surgically inside compared to how Ness treated your pussy on your last round. Yet, all those mixed feelings made him feel better and better. Ness knew he could trust Kaiser to share you with him and make you feel good no matter how evil he was acting right now. It just felt appropiate to pair up his Queen and King together. And seeing how you were slowly giving in to him confirmed to Ness he made the right choice.

"Yes, Kaiser... I see it..." Ness nodded submissively, proudly taking his role as a mere servant beneath you and Kaiser.

"She's not solely yours anymore. Look at her; she's getting addicted." Ness' eyes went up to watch you and Kaiser was right indeed.

You felt exposed for being suddenly called out so you turned your face from Ness' view. Ness could still feel it, though. The way you whimpered with Kaiser's mind-braking thrusrs, sometimes shouting his name as a plea mercy... The way the mushy noises of your pussy would only get louder as they finalized adjusting to Kaiser's size... It was all truly a tragedy.

Of course your pleas went in vain too. Kaiser doesn't share power with anyone and he despies brats like you who dare thinking that you're somehow capable of resisting him. The only thing Kaiser liked about you at this moment was watching your body and mind slowly surrender to him withevery plow of his dick into you and your breasts bouncing. That was his motivation to start speeding up.

As a last resource, your hands even tried reaching down to try holding his waist back from snapping against you so any faster, but Ness reacted fast enough to stop you.

“Let him do it… Let him claim you…” Ness' fingers intertwined with yours so romantically that you couldn't help but be distracted from the violence happening to your poor body.

“Yeah, because you know damn well that you want to be her in place, don't you, Ness?" Kaiser leaned down to whisper into Ness’s ear again while one of his hands copied your precious move—releasing your clit to reach down to fondle your breast like it was dough. Even with the loss of clitoral stimulation, Kaiser was still able to serve you the amount of pleasure you needed and wanted.

That sentence right there made Ness leak pre-cum right in front of your eyes. Ness looked away from Kaiser from the pressure but couldn't help but speed up how quickly he jerked off his dick. You never knew Ness was this attracted to the idea of his best friend not only cucking him right in front of his eyes but also the idea of Kaiser fucking him. Even if he just got the opportunity to feel that a few minutes ago, he didn't seem satisfied. Just how much of a freak Ness could be?

“K-Kaiser…” Ness couldn’t help but moan his name in response, trying to match the speed of Kaiser's thrusts inside you to somehow fantasize that he was the one actually inside you.

“Don’t be a fucking useless servant and kiss your damn girlfriend.” Kaiser suddenly pushed Ness’s head down to your face, barely giving him any time to properly process and obey the order.

Your noses bumped into each other, but Ness ignored the pain just to obey Kaiser as soon as he could. The kissing section that you two just began did not stop Ness from jerking himself off, though. He was successfully focusing on both sticking his tongue into your mouth and giving himself calculated pleasure at the same time like the multitasker he’s always been. There was one thing bothering him, though. He still wasn’t really giving any pleasure to you and that hurt his pride as a loyal servant. He really liked what Kaiser was doing to you and him, but he was still your boyfriend and he still felt entitled to have some access to your body and pleasure at vulnerable times like this—even if just a few crumbs of it.

“Y/N…” He detached himself from your mouth but still touched foreheads for the sake of privacy and intimacy. “P-Please take the lead…”Once you felt Ness’s release your hand and slowly run down your whole body down to your clit, you understood the task.

“Of course…” Your hands hugged his neck and gently scratched his nape to fill him with shivers, which made Ness hiss.

You liked how Kaiser had maltreated your clit, but it was incomparable to Ness' skills. Your knees almost snapped shut from the shivers you of Ness' masturbation. It was almost a challenge to Kaiser's dominance but you two were so pathetically clingy that his ego was unharmed. In fact, watching the passion between you at a deplorable time like this for the both of you filled with borderline disgust.

“Alright, fine, let’s pretend this pathetic clit stimulation is what will bring her to orgasm.” Kaiser snorted as he moved the hand on your hip up to your tight, squeezing its inner with his thumb to also give you some crumb of stimulation.

Kaiser intensified the strength and speed of his pounces, which added with Ness’s clitoral stimulation made you struggle to focus on taking control of your kiss with Ness. They were both overstimulating the heck out of you, designing every move of theirs to make you cum. It looked like their chemical reactions aren't solwly for soccer matches. This was exceptional teamwork with the objective of ripping out an orgasm from you.

“Your girlfriend feels so fucking good, Ness…” Kaiser commented as he found himself hypnotized by the view he had of your pussy swollen and stretched out from how much he was ruining it, making the lewdest noises he’d ever listened from a woman. You might make him cum with you if your body keeps changing so much for the sake of him.

“I-I know, right..?” Ness stopped kissing momentarily just to look back at Kaiser and at the moistened mess he was making in your inner thighs. “Y-You two deserve each other…” Ness fed Kaiser’s ego since he could see Kaiser was getting close to his orgasm too.

“Nessie…” You pulled his face back to you. “D-Don’t say things like that… You know that— ah, I love you way more than I could ever like this p-prick…” Kaiser immediately raised an eyebrow at your audacity to challenge him again despite all his efforts to break you down. Where did that sudden confidence come from?

“Are you underestimating me, woman? Right when you’re you and your boyfriend are in the verges of your orgasms? When you have no more strength to fight me back anymore?” Kaiser snorted again, shaking his head for you. "The audacity is honorable; I'll admit..." Kaiser bit his bottom lip to contain his will to make your punishment personal.

If you weren't Ness' girlfriend, he would make you dream of an orgasm after this insult to his godhood. But unfortunately, he was tied to the respect he has for Ness and his relationship with you. He was going to keep loyal to his promise to Ness of giving him and you a good time.

“You’re about to cum too, you prick—” You tried your best to speak against his brutal thrusts inside you, but it was still pretty pathetic.

“And I’m gonna make sure you remember it, you slut.” Kaiser's gaze down at you suddenly looked dark with lust, making you feel butterflies in your stomach from the anticipation of that promise to be fulfilled.

But before your melted brain could overthink on the danger you've put yourself in with that sentence, your orgasm crashed down like you'd been shot. You were forced to arch your back to the brim if you wanted bare minimum control of that intense feeling, but you were no match to Kaiser’s grip on your right hip. He held you in place like stone, making sure you took it all, felt it all and that your body finally succumbed to his authority for once.

Kaiser’s orgasm was less intense, but nevertheless satisfying. And of course he'd manage to cum both inside you and then leak whatever sperm was left onto your belly.

“Ahaha…” Ness laughed at the scene, admiring of how Kaiser forced you to have his cum spilled on your belly like you were just a toy that'd been used.

“H-Hey, you didn’t tell me you'd cum ins—!” You tried to raise your head to complain at that audacious brat, but then another sudden spill of sperm suddenly landed on your upper chest and face… coming from Ness.

“Ahhh… Ahaha…” Ness now laughed at himself for successfully bringing himself to cum by being cucked by his best friend and accidentally doing that at your pretty face. He didn't expect to cum that hard over this.

“What a combo! Good job, Ness!” Kaiser laughed at Ness' little revenge of you and the view he had of your body all dirtied with cum, full of himself enough to slap his cock a few last times on your dirty vulva to degrade you.

“T-Thank you, Kaiser…” Ness looked at him like Kaiser was his true lover and not you, but Ness immediately regretted it when he realized he'd accidentally humilliated his royalty by looking at the pure evil in Kaiser's stare. “S-Sorry, love..! I-I was feeling too good..! I didn't mean to—” You rolled your eyes as you threw your head back to the bed, making Ness worry for a moment that he'd truly bored you.

“It’s okay, Ness...” Kaiser nodded in approval and pride of your acceptance of your submissive role while Ness smiled in relief.

“What are you waiting for, you dog? Be a man and clean your girlfriend.” Kaiser suddenly ruined your little party with Ness again, yet, Ness nodded at the order immediately and started cleaning up his own cum from your face with his fingers. “…with your mouth.” Kaiser added very punctually, making Ness momentarily shiver before diving his tongue down at your belly.

And so you and Kaiser watched him lick his own cum and even Kaiser’s cum away from your body and swallowing it all down while you teo breathed in and out from the intense round of sex. And of course you could feel Kaiser’s mean gaze upon you every now and then, wanting to compete with you again. You paid him your attention, but not to give him a hint of submission.

"I expected to be more exhausted." You shrugged your shoulders and smirked at Kaiser, whose eyes widened at the unexpected insult.

"Is this your way of begging me for another round?" Kaiser quickly smirked back at you and tilted his head.

"Sorry, I wasn't convinced to arrange a second round with you again either..." You shrugged your shoulders again, making Kaiser bite his bottom lip again to hold back whatever urge he had to push Ness out of he way and put you on a mating press until he had blacked out half your brain.

"You're done for in our next round, princess. You are done..." Kaiser whispered to you, shaking his head in denial of your insults and replacing your teasing with his imagination of your doom.

But you don’t let Kaiser’s threatening look fool you. You knew damn well he was crazy to fuck you again, perhaps even more excited than Ness himself after you gave that final tease. And knowing how impatient he can be from seeing how demanding he is with Ness, you knew he might even invite himself to join your rounds of sex again instead of waiting for Ness to invite him for another round like this.

It was just a matter of time until you were really defeated by Michael Kaiser while Alexis Ness watched from a close distance with the biggest smile on his face.

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vivien went on a hunger strike that day which lasted approximately an hour. the apples were simply too juicy. it was hard to resist- you see, vivien has always loved juicy stuff and you always had some apple juice in a little carton with you for lunch. vivien thought it was destiny, then. (and totally not a coincidence and the fact that children usually enjoy sweet things.)

the story brings a dramatic tear to the, now adult, eyes of vivien. next to him, his teammate julien couldn’t be any less interested. “that’s what got you distracted? a girl from over 15 years ago that threw barbies at you? i wish i had some right now, you’re making me want to throw something, too.”

charles giggles away behind them, “is that why you don’t have a girlfriend? you think you’ll meet her again or something?”

“exactly that,” vivien refuses to entertain his childish teammate and friend, “we’re meant to be together, and that’s why i’ll wait as long as i need to.”

he often wonders what life has been like for you. if your smile is still just as bright, if you’re still just as much of a know-it-all. if you have a boyfriend. 

that last point makes him grimace.

the open field is bathed by the spring sun. the temperatures aren’t too high, but enough to work up a sweat if the wind slows down enough. as the trio steps onto the grass, on their way to join their fellow national team players, they note a new figure standing next to their coach.

“oh yeah, wasn’t there supposed to be some new manager?” julien questions, eyes already set on the person as they get closer and closer.

vivien nods, “right. i just hope they won’t get in the way.”

thoughts of you are quickly overshadowed in favor of the upcoming qualifying rounds for the world cup. the three of them need to bring their a-game, if the four world cup wins are still something they wish to achieve. which, it very much is.

as they come to a standstill next to the rest of the team, vivien eyes the new person with half-interest. more-so ready to get the introductions over with so he can hear what the coach has to say. though, the longer he looks at their new manager, the more his heart speeds up. the same eyes, the same mouth- even the same way you used to stand whenever you gave a presentation..!

he says your name in unison with the coach, more to himself than to anyone else, but it doesn’t go unheard by his friend. julien raises a brow, looking between you and vivien. he nudges the midfielder, “you know this one? she’s cute. you could’ve introduced us-”

palms sweating, vivien wipes them on his shorts. it’s hard to believe that it really is you, but there is no mistaking you for anyone else. unless you’ve got a twin, who goes by the same name. 

do you recognize him? will you still have the urge to throw stuff at him? he doesn’t have a lot of time to ponder on those questions when their coach dismisses you again. it is worth a raised brow when he sees you look up at the older man, eyes full of determination. a silly sight, especially when all he asks is for you to get the cooler from the canteen so they could all have some chilled water during training.

and yet, even for something so simple, you nod with vigor, and off you go. 

vivien hears a chuckle coming from julien, “cute. looks sweet, and very eager to please.”

the taller man can’t help a corner of his lips from inching upward. you always used to be like that, just… not for him. 

but now that he’s in a position to ask things from you it’s a whole different story. he can’t believe he’s thinking this, but you not remembering him might just work in his favor here. that is, if you do. or don’t. his brows pinch in confusion. 

either way, julien’s interest doesn’t cause any jealousy, surprisingly enough. building in his gut is an excitement akin to the one he experiences on the field. it’s an excitement he only experiences when he plays with julien. so while they start their laps around the field for their standard warm-up, vivien gets an absolutely wonderful idea.

“can i tell you something crazy?” vivien asks, running alongside julien.

julien rolls his eyes, “what, another anecdote about the barbie thrower?”

when he’s met with no real answer, merely vivien’s soulless eyes staring back at him, he groans, “do i have another choice?”

“it’s her.”

that has julien’s neck snapping back, eyes darting between where you left earlier and his destiny-driven friend. “that’s the barbie thrower? you’re fucking kidding.”

vivien kind of wishes he was. he’s thought of reuniting with you so many times, and none of them were anything like this. especially not when the reunion mixed julien into it all. 

but, thinking about it now, meeting julien has always felt like part of his destiny as a football player. maybe their connection goes further, and maybe it was always meant to be you three. his friend’s interest in you right from the get-go only solidifies that theory. both of them were taken by you as soon as they saw you, that simply cannot be a coincidence. 

so, vivien shakes his head, “not kidding. i don’t know if she remembers me.”

“let’s hope not. or- actually yeah, for me i sure hope she does,” julien laughs, “gives me a better chance.”

the sun is truly doing its best to make this as exhausting as it can. the wind nearly gone, it’s now just a bunch of sweaty men with insane stamina which is now rendered near-useless. luckily, you’re back. hauling that way-too-big cooler just for them. they finish the lap, stopping at the little makeshift hydration station you’ve set up.

while he definitely wasn’t jealous thinking of you with julien, vivien’s chest squeezes tightly when he sees you handing out bottles to his other (very clearly interested) teammates. out of the corner of his eye he sees julien has already put on his most charming grin. or maybe it went instinctively, vivien definitely wouldn’t blame him. 

it was strangely cathartic, seeing julien so interested in you. as very popular players they had always had their share of women who’d do anything to even be near them, but never has vivien seen such genuine intrigue in his friend’s eyes. then again, julien has always been very… how does he put it? ah, yes. domineering. while it had no effect on himself, clearly it was something that appealed to a lot of women, and vivien has an inkling it may also appeal to you. 

vivien’s heart nearly beats out of his chest when it’s finally their turn. he searches for your eyes to meet, looking for any sign of recognition. and it’s exactly what he finds. crows feet form near the corners of your eyes as you focus in on him. the burgundy hair is hard to confuse, he thinks.

a voice he did not expect to have changed so much, yet one that fits you so extremely well fills his ears and his heart. 

“vivien? it’s been so long,” he hears you giggling, “sorry, i don’t have anything to throw at you this time.”

he hears julien snort next to him, while his eyes continue staring you down. it’s honestly getting a bit uncomfortable. in your hand is the cold water bottle, one he has still not taken and it sounds like it’s getting increasingly harder for julien not to burst out laughing. 

your eyes find julien, your expression so innocently curious it has his heart doing flips. with a slap to the back of his head, vivien finally takes the bottle from you, “thank you. and i guess you could’ve thrown the bottle. thank you for uhm.. not doing that.”

“though he would’ve definitely deserved it,” julien adds. “name’s julien, by the way. it’s wonderful to meet you.”

vivien says your name at the same time as you, again. it sounds so pretty, and rolls off the tongue so easily, so naturally. so meant-to-be. it’s yet another confirmation to him that the wait was worth it, and all the feelings he had for you back then come surging back just as strongly. hopefully no hunger strike will be necessary this time.

woefully, training has to continue and they’re forced to bid you goodbye. for now. 

it’s hard to ignore julien’s grin, so he doesn’t. “we’re not talking to her anymore. why are you smiling?”

that’s met with an eyeroll. “dude, you don’t know anything about girls, do you?”

vivien shakes his head, “never needed to pay attention.”

“clearly,” julien sighs, passing the ball to him while they continue their drills, “she’s perfect. like, actually perfect. wanna bet we can get her to do anything we want?”

vivien’s brows pinch, “how do you know that?”

there hasn’t been much indicating what you’d be like in a private setting, at least to vivien. 

julien deadpans, “did you even see how she lit up when coach praised her for getting the cooler? sure it’s just one example but she’s a sucker for orders and praise i can just see it!”

vivien huffs, “i don’t think it’ll be that easy.”

the smirk that spreads across julien’s face says enough. game on.

‧₊˚☁️⋅♡𓂃ִֶָ࣪☾.

it’s a tough balance to maintain, julien thought at first. speaking to you any time he got the chance to while not ticking you off to something being wrong. whether that be a quick ‘good morning, miss manager’ or a cheeky ‘cute skirt’. though, he quickly finds, you’re.. to put it plainly, very very naive. 

combined with you, expectedly, taking orders without stopping for even a second to consider them, made easing you into more and more scandalous situations a cake-walk. 

on one of the hotter mornings, julien rests on the grass while vivien is off to the bathroom. his eyes drift to you, where you gather the empty bottles left by others and dump them into the recycle bin. he’s learned that you’re not always very aware of your surroundings, and thus must not be doing this on purpose… but every upskirt shot he gets of you whenever you bend down sure makes him question whether you meant for him to see the absolutely adorable polka dot panties you’ve got hugging your plush rump. it really hasn’t been that long since you’ve started working here, and he’s already this affected. the stirring in his shorts has him biting his lip. he’ll really have to do something about you soon.

the first chance julien gets is a week later. he makes sure to be the last one left in the locker room. he lingers, just in case you’ll be the one sent to tell him to hurry up.

and as always, he’s right.

a timid knock on the door has him sitting up straight on the bench, “come in.”

there you are. the sight of you makes his heart skip a few beats. all shy smiles and a dress he figures is meant to be modest but with proportions like that it’s hard to tell. “miss manager, my apologies for lingering. i’m just a bit, hmm, lost in thought?”

hook, line and sinker.

your eyes widen and you nod along, “i see. is there anything i can do for you?”

how sweet of you to be so concerned. and of course, an act of service is the first thing you ask about. he’s got you all figured out.

julien stretches his neck to the left and to the right, making sure to exaggerate enough. his voice is slightly strained, eyes half-lidded when they land back on you. “i’m just so beat after all this training for the world cup, you know? i a little worried all this exhaustion is going to weigh in on my performance on the field.”

he sees you panic slightly, and he has to force the corner of his lips down so he doesn’t end up smirking. of course, a dutiful manager wouldn’t want their players exhausted. the team’s poor performance will reflect badly on you, too. how will you get your fill of praise then?

“so, maybe there is something you could do,” he beckons you over, his chest warming up as you scramble to follow his direction, “my legs are really, really tense. i use them the most, right?

“would you mind massaging them for me?”

you visibly hesitate, your eyes jumping between his legs and his face, “shouldn’t i call a masseuse? i think they’re better suited for stuff like this-”

julien doesn’t pout, but he does the next best thing he knows works. his tone drops a few octaves, “i think a massage from a sweet girl like you will do wonders, ms. manager.”

maintaining eye contact, he reaches for your hand. slowly but surely he guides your more and more plaint form onto your knees. “right. that’s good. really good.”

“a good manager knows how to take care of their players,” he chuckles, “and you look like you know what you’re doing. how fortunate am i to be taken care of by such a devoted manager?”

your eyes flutter shut briefly before they widen back again. all the praise, the expectation and the promise of more is getting to you. julien can no longer help his smirk, which is now easier to hide away when your fingers finally make contact with the supple skin on his right calf as he can explain it away as relaxation. 

the sigh of relief he lets out sounds like something that could be included in those boyfriend asmr roleplays charles showed him a parody of some time ago. not that he watched those. or maybe he did, just to get a feel for what women liked to hear. never did he think it’d come in this handy because while you’re still on your knees, your legs press together. perhaps it’s a bit early, but the way your fingers dig into spots he really wasn’t lying were sore, even more praises spill past his lips while his grip on the edge of the bench tightens. “good girl.”

you pause briefly before resuming, your face turned away in what he assumes is shyness. as you move to the other leg, he decides it’s time to push it a little further.

“thighs too, please,” he urges, tone just as deep as before. and it also has the same effect as before, since you nod so eagerly he worries you might sprain your neck. “do you give massages often? you’re really good~” 

he drags the sentence on purpose. if someone were to hear him outside the door right now they might think you’re participating in a whole other type of activity. well, in a few minutes time they wouldn’t be wrong. 

his hardness is already straining against his boxers and shorts, for now still hidden away beneath the hoodie he’s pulled down so it won’t scare you away too quickly. it’s when you look up at him again, eyes wide and similar to how he saw you look at the coach the other day, your gaze is searching, searching for approval, for more praise. you don’t leave it at that, though.

“is it helping?”

had julien been a lesser man, he’d throw you right onto the bench and have his sweet sweet way with you. gaze so doe, so eager, so utterly at his mercy. and to think that all it took for you to get there was just a few well-timed and well-tuned words. darlings like you have always been his favorite.

so he nods, one of his hands reaching up to cup the back of your neck. his thumb rests right above your pulse. “it is. you’re really good at this, miss manager.

“but i can’t help feeling… stressed, still. a good manager knows how to help with that too, don’t you?”

his grip on your neck tightens as he brings your face closer between his legs. your knees shuffle against the floor as you try to accommodate the switch in position. the heat emitting from your face warms the inner part of his thighs. it’s then that he pulls his hoodie up, and the look of shock on your face is nearly enough to make him bust untouched. 

“you’ll continue being good, right? i’d hate for our sweet manager to lose her position because her star player is out of commission," he drawls, already prepared for having to play into your sense of duty. 

however, you quickly prove it’s not even necessary. your need to be good, to be praised is so strong he doesn’t need to guilt you into anything. a simple order is enough. oh, he’s going to have so much fun with you.

hips buck up into your touch when your delicate hands first land on his bulge, making him hiss. your cautious gaze earns you nod, permission to continue, and you do. shorts and boxers pulled down, he grins as you rub your thighs together once more, staring at the monster that is his cock. any worries that you won’t be able to take it, into your mouth or otherwise, are long gone from his mind. if he asks, you’ll do it. 

julien doesn’t know how it’s even possible, but he feels himself get infinitely harder when your lips make contact with his tip. thighs tensing together with the grip he still has on your neck, he has to bite his lip to prevent himself from making any embarrassing noises you seem to have an easy time pulling out of him. 

your lips wrap around him as you take the first bit into your mouth. tongue swirling while you suckle on him so gently warms his chest unfamiliarly. it’s no matter, he firmly guides you further down, the pleasure bubbling in his gut builds way faster than what he’s used to. 

“fuck-,” he sighs, taking a couple deep breaths to steady himself so his orgasm doesn’t wash over him right this instant. 

but then he meets your eyes, which seem to have been focusing on him for quite some time already. he doesn’t have the words to describe how you’re looking at him, except maybe that you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen. as if on autopilot he guides you up and down his cock, the tiny slurps, the sucks and the little pop when you lose the suction all drive him a sort of insane he has a hard time getting used to. in a way, it seems like you’re the one in control, and he does not like that.

so his second hand joins the first on on the back of your head, and he thrusts. your gags are like music to his ears, and he relaxes knowing he’s regained at least some of his control back. with your hands bracing yourself against his thighs he pushes in a little further with each thrust, your eyes screwed shut while tears stream down your soft cheeks. had he been conscious enough, he’d grab his phone to take a picture in an instant. but alas, his memory will have to do.

a voice echoing down the hallway startles him, but knowing who it belongs to only has him going harder. your nails dig into his thighs, looking between you and the door, it doesn’t seem like you heard much over the constant slapping of his balls against your chin. 

so when the door opens, and vivien hugo gets an eyefull of julien throat-fucking his first love, the latter can’t help it when his orgasm finally does rock through him, and the heavy, creamy ropes of spend fill your throat and slide down into your belly.

julien keeps your head down, softening dick still lodged as far as it can be inside your throat while he keeps eye contact with the stunned vivien. no words are said, and you’re none the wiser as you try to keep yourself conscious by breathing through your nose, but nothing really needs to be said, does it?  it really was that easy to get you to obey him, and now vivien knows it, too.

‧₊˚☁️⋅♡𓂃ִֶָ࣪☾.

that is not how you expected your first week with the french national team to go. 

but julien was so sweet to you, it has you warm all over whenever you recall it, or even when you get as much as a glimpse of him while they train. so… right now. 

sat next to the coach on yet another startlingly hot spring day, you observe the master striker with hawk-like focus. noting down everything you can, from the way his legs move, whether he looks strained or if there’s any sign of distress on him anywhere. a bit of pride spreads in your chest when there’s no signs of any of those things. it means you did good. that the massage worked, and that you successfully relieved his stress. if you’re lucky, he’ll thank you again today. 

the thought of more affirmations causes an involuntary giggle, making the coach look over curiously. “something funny?”

back straight like a candle, you shake your head vehemently, “no, sir! not at all.”

he eyes you a second more, then looks back to the team. not sparing you another glance, he ushers you away, “get me a cup of coffee, black-”

“with two sweeteners,” you finish for him, already getting up. now it’s his time to chuckle, and the ‘smart girl’ muttered under his nose has you beaming as you basically skip over to the break room. crazy how much you can learn in a week. 

though, helping the players and the coach is not the only task you’ve got. unfortunately. tidying the storage room, possibly one of the worst tasks since all the equipment is usually just haphazardly thrown in there, is also on the list. 

stacking cones, finding all the disc cones among the rest of the crap you never even knew was of any importance, counting whether all of it has actually been gathered, gathering what they forgot. it’s tiring to even think about. 

but it’s their sighs of relief, their thanks when they come in the next time they have to train and find everything neater than they’ve ever seen it before that keeps you going. you’re so useful! 

the process of getting there, though, doesn’t really get easier because of it. once again you’re stuck in that cramped room with a bunch of mess. sweat forming at the brow, it’s useless to try and wipe it away as it returns mere moments later anyway, right back in your eye. 

you can hear some players still on the field, bickering and continuing their training beyond the coach’s instructions, continuously pushing themselves to the limit to make sure they’re in top shape. it’s admirable- a knock on the door.

the person doesn’t wait for an answer, they probably know you’re in there. a head of burgundy hair emerges from behind the door before the rest of his body follows. “good afternoon.”

the strange formality is humorous at best, a little uncomfortable at worst. you smile anyway, “hi, vivien. can i do anything for you?”

he nods, closing the door behind him, “yeah.”

you blink, he blinks, you blink at each other as you wait for him to elaborate. the look in his eyes is slightly haunted, especially when he looks down to your lips. eventually, he clears his throat, “i’m stressed.”

“would you like a massage? i gave one to julien-”

well, it turns out the only thing getting a massage would be your cunt. your chest pressed to the door of the storage room while he drags the tip of his cock over your pussy. steadily stroking your clit and down to your entrance. 

with your skirt bunched at your waist, panties shoved to the side your entire backside is on display for him. his eyes snap to your face, and only then does he finally push inside, laser-focused on your expression which only becomes more and more lewd with each inch he manages to force inside your cunt.

“that’s right, chérie,” he pants, the restraint in his voice adds something so erotic to it all it has your eyes rolling back, “i can feel the stress just melting away.”

it feels good, being useful. and what feels even better is his cock hitting your gspot head-on with each thrust he finally allows himself to indulge in. the moans slipping past your lips echo against the door, so he quickly stifles them by putting his hand over your mouth. “can’t have everyone knowing how good you’re being right now. they might get greedy.”

targeted? maybe. not like you’re in the right headspace to question it. your brain nearly melts out of your ears with each delicious stroke of all the sweet spots inside your tight cunt. he only becomes more and more relentless with his thrusts, his hand prevents you from chafing your cheek against the door. your moans have not stopped, though. and they get even louder when he spits on his other hand which he then brings to your twitchy clit, rubbing surprisingly steady circles on the bud.

the double stimulation has your body spasming in his hold, spit coating the inside of his hand while your mouth hangs open behind it. your hips weakly push back against him, chasing even more of the already overwhelming friction. with his chest pressed against your back as he ruts into you as if his life depends on it, he overwhelms all your senses. 

the hand on your mouth presses tighter, angling your head so you can look up at him. eyes hazy, you’re struggling to keep your focus. what you can see is that his own eyes are fixated on your face, strained breaths hit the apples of your cheeks while he uses your body to blow off steam.

tears gather at your waterline as his voice reaches your ears through the lustful haze, “such a perfect girl, aren’t you?”

you nod as much as his tight grip allows, crying harder when he continues, “all these years i’ve missed you, and now i have you.-” he angles his hips even better, the newfound pleasure nearly knocking you off balance, “you’re just as perfect as you were back then,  chérie.”

you try your best to warn him, hands gripping tight onto his forearm as you claw at it. your orgasm fast-approaching, you tap insistently against his arm. 

but it’s no use, it seems, he’s just as lost in it all as you are, and before you know it, a white-hot flash overwhelms you, legs shaking, eyes crossing. a steady stream of liquid squirts down to his balls and his pants which he only pulled down marginally to free his cock. your cunt spasms wildly, milking vivien for all he has to give. a warmth spreads inside you paired with something akin to a whimper in your ear. 

“good girl, such a good girl,” he rambles on, forehead leaning against your shoulder. his softening dick slips out, his cum following close behind. both of his arms hug you tightly against his chest, holding you up while you come down from your high. 

“wow,” you giggle breathlessly, “did it help?”

you feel him nod against your back, “i think i just ascended, chérie.”

a more insistent knock than vivien’s from about an hour ago startles you both. hesitantly you call out, “who’s there?”

“someone curious as to why the storage room sounds like it’s haunted by a pair of whimpering and moaning ghosts.” oh. it was julien.

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the silence inside of vivien’s hotel room wasn’t familiar to either him or his friend currently occupying the other side of the couch. it’s been about a week since vivien’s had his turn with their pretty manager, his childhood crush, and ever since then a weird sort of air has hung around the two men. one that even their younger companion, charles, couldn’t get his head around. luckily, he’s absent from this strange ‘meeting’.

“for someone who called me over to talk, you sure aren’t taking much of an initiative,” julien jokes, “you normally talk so much, this is kind of uncanny.”

and he’s right. for the first time in a while vivien is at a loss for words. for years he’s imagined what it’d be like to talk to you, how he’d woo you, and how perfect of a boyfriend he’d be once he inevitably got you to be his girlfriend. fucking you in a storage room a week after he’s seen you take his friend’s dick down your throat was never something he imagined, and still doesn’t know how to deal with.

seeing that vivien is making no moves to start talking, julien takes it as his opportunity to do so. “i was right, was i not?

“she takes orders like it’s nothing and soaks up praise like i’ve never seen a woman do before,” julien marvels. “honestly, at first i was ready to be like ‘oh, well if i perform badly it’ll be your fault yadda yadda’ but that wasn’t even necessary! i just had to be smart with guiding her and she did it!”

a smirk spreads across his face, “besides, you saw it for yourself.”

vivien can only nod. he did see it. experienced it too. 

“want me to tell you what it was like?” vivien asks, finally looking up at his friend. “i did what you did.”

“you fucked her face?” he’s met with a shake of the head. “you had sex with her?”

then vivien nods, “right. it was good.”

“just good?” julien chuckles.

“phenomenal,” the red-head whispers, “phe-no-me-nal.”

a beat of silence passes while the two hold eye contact. julien then asks the most important question of all. 

“you waited so long for her and are now just… okay with me saying and doing all this?”

vivien doesn’t answer right away. it is true; he’s waited so long for you only to watch you deepthroat his friend. and yet, just as he did when he was first made aware of your presence and identity, he can’t bring himself to feel jealous. 

you were destined for him, as much as he was destined to play football with julien. both of you are his destiny, be that one way or another. and while he doesn’t particularly view julien in a romantic light, if you were to do so… as long as he remained in your life as well, all would be good.

so vivien nods, telling julien as much. “you’re both destined to be in my life. if anything, i mind sharing her with you the least.” 

that has julien’s brows raising, “are you implying a throuple?”

“i’m implying i’ll be fine with anything she chooses,” vivien corrects him, “as long as it’s one of us.”

“of course,” julien laughs, “sick fuck. what if it’s neither?”

vivien leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees. it’d look comical if the words that left his mouth next weren’t said in a tone so bone chilling it even rattled someone like julien. 

“then we make it so it’s either.”

the younger man can’t say he disagrees with that approach.

as for a plan? well, there’s only theory testing until something sticks. they only have so much time they can stall before and after practice, since the stadium does have opening and closing times. so, the next best thing? vivien’s hotel room. especially since they can’t risk being seen out with you in a non-professional setting. too many fans who could, and would, say something upsetting to their new- or not so new, sweetheart. 

plan set in motion, it’s a few days later when vivien catches you at the end of your standard storage room clean. heat creeps up his neck and face as he remembers your teary eyes, glazed over with mind-numbing pleasure. beyond impatient to bring that look back onto your face, he knocks on the door frame. “hello there.”

your startled expression has his lips twitching upwards. arms crossed over his chest, he leans his shoulder on the frame, “didn’t mean to scare you.”

“oh, it’s okay!” you wave him off, “i’m almost finished, if you have a moment.”

he’d give you a lifetime, if you so allowed. or even if you didn’t. besides, the sight of you bending over in that little sundress he believes the coach only allows you to wear because he, too, enjoys the view is definitely appreciated. 

just as you put away the last ball into the rack, your brilliant smile nearly knocks the breath out of him. “right! how can i help?”

somehow, someway you manage to look marvelous even under the glaring cold lights of a storage room way too cramped for such a big stadium. blinking fast a couple times he manages to finally get something going. though, your doe eyes, full of curiosity and excitement as you anticipate what he’s going to ask of you certainly don’t make it any easier.

“the stadium closes soon,” he states. your brows twitch upwards, but you nod along.

“right.”

“right,” he nods, “i still need help.”

“with?”

off to the side a groan echoes. with quick steps following, julien appears next to vivien, a look of frustration prominent in spite of him trying his best to disguise it.

“we’d like to invite you for dinner,” julien says for him, “we’re still really nervous, you see.”

the concerned expression that takes over your features has vivien cooing internally. you’re so sweet, always so concerned for them… not to worry, he’ll make sure you never have to worry again, as long as you agree to be theirs.

unsurprisingly, you agree right away. 

just as the security goes around telling people to scram, vivien and julien usher you into the latter’s car. situated comfortably in the passenger seat next to the driver, julien, vivien sees you marvel at the expensive interior from his spot in the back. “you look like you’ve never been in one of these.”

“because i haven’t!” you bounce a little in your red leather chair, “it’s all so clean and stuff. my car is far from this comfortable.”

julien smiles at you, his tone unusually chipper, “you could have this a lot more often, amour.”

the term of endearment spills past his lips with so much ease that if vivien wasn’t privy to what was actually going on, he’d assume you were julien’s long-time girlfriend. or at least someone he dearly cherished. not just a girl who’s only recently become his object of… well, obsession, really.

both vivien and julien have been working overtime trying to find out everything they possibly could about you. every social media account, where you moved when you left him when you were both 7. everything they’d need to know about just how you like to live your life, and everything you might need once you stay with them. 

it was also definitely helpful to know that there was no man present in your life that could potentially intercept their little plan.

in spite of the rather bold endearment julien threw at you, you’re still too busy marveling at the car’s interior and the confusion on his friend’s face at your lack of a reaction is humorous enough to draw a chuckle out of him. 

they both share a look through the rearview mirror; your lack of attention on them confirms that they might need to employ a different kind of tactic.

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if julien’s car wasn’t impressive enough, the opulence of vivien’s hotel room is even more so. “why a hotel room?” you question, leaving your shoes by the door. the whole space is lined with gold detailing; not to mention the whole thing is a separate living room, bedroom and you assume there’s a bathroom somewhere as well. and yet, amidst all this opulence, it’s the chocolate fountain that catches your attention.

“i play for an english team,” vivien explains. “so i’m only here for the qualifiers, and until we all leave for the world cup.”

the explanation is no use, you’re long since distracted by the fountain of life. you’ve already worked away two fresh strawberries oh-so conveniently stored next to it. third one is already under the stream. with a mouthful, you can’t help gushing about the rich flavors, “woah, i could stay fed on these forever!”

your mouth full of the sweet treat, the look the two men share behind your back goes partially unnoticed. except for the split second in which you see them in the reflection of the gold-plated painting frame.

you turn your head, fourth strawberry between your teeth, “what was it you needed help with?”

both guys stare at you, one more fondly than the other, and a beat of silence passes only broken by the crunchy bite of the strawberry. julien then smiles, “it can wait. we can rest for now, can we not? you worked so hard, mon chou.”

you simply nod along, licking your fingers clean, “sounds good.”

the couch is probably the most comfortable thing you’ve had the pleasure of sitting on, and the warmth of the two men sitting on both your sides just add onto the already sleepy feeling that has been creeping up on you since you even set foot in julien’s car. he’s right, you do work hard! the sound of vivien getting back up from the couch has you looking over. he’s changed so much since you were kids. sure, he still has that monotone expression of his that used to irritate you to no end while he was preaching about you being meant for one another, but he’s definitely grown. a lot. 

“what’d you like, chérie?” he asks, grabbing three glasses from the bar. “we’ve got water, cider-”

“just water, please,” you melt into the couch even more, “those strawberries were really sweet..”

your eyes flutter shut, your body unconsciously leaning towards the man who’s still on your left. when you open them again, facing julien, you find him already looking down at you. head propped up on his arm, arm leaning on the backrest. “sleepy girl, aren’t you?”

you nod, leaning in when his other hand comes up to cup your cheek, “very.”

“we’re really happy with you, y’know,” vivien speaks up, the glass clinking against the hardwood coffee table as he sets down your requested water. “we’re really lucky to have such a sweet, helpful manager.”

heat creeps up your neck, ears burning. “thank you,” you mumble, cheek smushed into julien’s hand. vaguely glancing at the table, you manage to grab your glass, bringing it to your lips. it’s cold and refreshing enough to wake you up a little. you gulp down a bit more before you set the glass back down, your back once again against the backrest so you wouldn’t be so rudely turned away from vivien. 

the couch seems to just swallow you whole as the awake feeling passes pretty much as soon as it registered. the warmth from being sat between the two men who don’t really seem to understand the concept of personal space also doesn’t help. a touch to the top of your head has you looking for the source, and you find it in vivien, whose gaze is so intense it’d cause you to cower in any other scenario. and yet, right now, embraced by them both, which you have no idea when it even happened, you find yourself leaning in more and more into the affection. a pout forms on your lips, confusion marring your thoughts. “so.. what did you need?” 

being sleepy has never stopped your willingness to help, and the smile you see spreading over vivien’s face triggers that eagerness all over again. sitting up straighter, you tilt your head curiously. “that’s why i’m here, no?”

“yeah,” vivien nods, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “it is.”

from behind, julien’s hand reaches over to turn your head. before you can question it, his lips are on yours. a flurry of emotions passes through you. the excitement of being needed, the lust building from his scalding hot touch is all too much for your hazy mind. but what is vivien if not a gentle giant. his hands find your waist and his lips settle on your neck. at least you figure that’s the case since you’re pretty sure it’s julien who’s kissing you right now. 

with gentle, ushering touches you’re shifted onto julien’s lap, his hands traveling up and down your sides until they settle on your soft breasts. he massages them, drawing the sweetest noises from you all while swallowing them. the parting of your lips gets taken advantage of immediately, julien’s tongue meets yours gently yet firmly. 

his hand intercepts vivien’s onslaught on your neck by cupping the nape, tilting your head upwards. breaking away from the kiss, he looks down at your fluttering, hazy eyes and spits. his golden eyes widen as he watches you swallow it down without even being told to. “oh, mon chou…”

behind you, vivien seems impatient to get in on the action as well. as if a mere doll for them to maneuver, you’re turned around again as your lips are claimed once more, this time by the red head. it doesn’t seem to be the end of being manhandled as you’re forced to hold onto vivien for dear life when he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. in any other scenario you may have been outraged at how easily he does it, but the muscles rippling beneath your touch and his shirt give you a sense of security. you can only figure the destination is the bedroom as your back hits the third of the softest surfaces of the day. the mattress dips on the other side as well, julien not far behind. 

while vivien’s tongue explores every corner of your mouth, a chill passes over your abdomen. warm hands push up the hem of your dress, then continue exploring your legs and especially- your inner thighs.

vivien’s hands aren’t slacking either, your tits haven’t been touched this much… well, ever. in between the overwhelming affection over both the lower- and top part of your body, your gut churns with heat. the amount of slick pooling from your cunt would be embarrassing any other day, but right now you’re barely left with half a mind to care. especially not when you hear jullien choke on his breath, the usually controlled master striker brought to his knees near the edge of the bed as he’s faced with your slicked-up pussy. the panties are rendered useless, the white fabric now sheer due to the arousal dripping from between your puffy lips. 

your hips buck into his touch as he runs a finger over the soaked fabric, whispering a stunned: “dude, you’ve got to see this.”

albeit begrudgingly, vivien separates from you and the heat of your kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you while his void eyes eat up the sight of you already so fucked-out. “how are you this gorgeous?”

your neck and face are already burning up, and the reverence in his gaze only makes it worse. “vivi..!” you whine, already needy for him, or julien, to kiss you again. you’re not awarded that privilege just yet.

instead, vivien gets off the bed, eyes zeroing in where julien has already been rubbing his thumb over with the hope of easing even more slick out of your heat. both men now wide-eyed and impossibly hard, share a look. “i’m going first-” they both start at the same time.

you try to close your legs, desperate to ease the insistent ache they’re making no moves to sate, only for an iron grip to keep holding them open. perhaps it’s because they pity you, or are both way too desperate themselves, one of them peels the sticky fabric off of you. you don’t have the energy to even prop yourself up on your elbows, but even unable to see what’s going on, you can feel them both near where you need them most. 

with a thud, vivien joins his friend on his knees, and they both take charge of holding one leg up to expose your fluttering pussy to their hungry eyes, and even hungrier mouths.

none of the men you’ve ever been with have wanted anything to do with eating pussy, so the sensation of two tongues licking and mouths sucking nearly has your soul leaving your body. the warm, wet muscles glide over your clit, pushing the hood up so the other can get better access- it all has your eyes rolling back so far into your skull they might just get stuck.

“f-fuck-,” you babble, drool slipping down the corner of your mouth, “‘s too much..!”

one of them nips on the inside of your thigh, and it’s julien’s voice that reaches your ears, “silly girl. i thought you wanted to help? we’re busy de-stressing, are we not?”

the question is directed at vivien, you imagine, as his voice follows, “we are. just be good, okay? we’re trying to focus.”

they both return to their ministrations, now with the addition of someone’s fingers prodding at your entrance. the sheets next to your head are really put through the wringer as you claw at them, seeking any kind of stability amidst what you imagine drowning in pleasure is like. just as two digits slide right into you with no resistance whatsoever, even more slick gushes right out of you as your first orgasm of the night rocks through your body violently. the men are forced to hold you down with all they can as you thrash, tears spilling over your cheeks while they help you ride out your orgasm with both tongues and fingers alike. 

“good girl,” vivien purrs, “i missed how stunning you look when you cum.”

the pleasure soon borders on painful as they don’t let up, sucking two more orgasms out of you that exact same way. each time wringing a steady stream of slick down their chins and hands.

you’re damn-near passed out, and yet just as they press their final kisses to your cunt, you hear fabric hitting the floor. as you force your eyes to open, the image of two naked men who could definitely be sculpted by the gods themselves stand at your feet. your body wrung out and pliant, covered in a layer of sweat laid before them while they eye you like you’re the finest of desserts. while already familiar with what julien’s cock looks like, his size is still beyond impressive. and scary. you’ve already felt what it’s like having vivien inside of you, and the thought of experiencing it again has your used-up pussy throbbing again. 

too tired to move, the men take pity on you as vivien lays on his back, leaning against the headboard. carefully, they make you straddle him. 

vivien doesn’t waste a second before his lips are back on yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue. in a moment of tenderness, he holds you close, pressing your chest to his while he lays you down on him completely. one arm held over your waist, his free hand lines his dick up with your weeping core. with clear restraint, he pushes in, mumbling praises against your lips, “oh, chérie.. you’re a dream, aren’t you?”

“the sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted,” he sighs, “now taking my cock like she was always meant too.”

“you mean only pussy you’ve ever tasted,” julien can’t help poking at his friend.

it all flies over your head, your brain melting out of your ears as vivien starts moving. both his hands hold onto your hips as he does all the work, merely holding you in place so you’re comfortable while taking the horsecock he knows he has. “such a perfect pussy, just meant for our cocks.”

behind you, you feel julien spreading your asscheeks, and a bit of spit lands right between your holes before you feel a finger prod into your pussy, right next to vivien’s dick. albeit heavily subdued, your heart skips a beat as a bit of panic sets in. you’re already stretched to the brim, sure he’s not thinking-

but he is. the tip of his cock soon replaces his finger, the heavy pressure overtakes the pleasure for a second before he pops in, a deep sigh leaving both men while a fresh batch of tears runs down your hot cheeks. 

“o-oh my god-,” your mouth hangs open, the fullness clouding all of your remaining fullness. you only get a moment of respite before both men start moving again, not a single spot inside your tightness remains untouched while they both fight for who gets closer to your cervix.

“that’s right,” julien pants, hands kneading your ass while he uses them as leverage to thrust deeper and deeper. “made for us, aren’t you mon chou?”

you can only nod, your toes curling from the pleasure while you bury your head between vivien’s pecs; something he doesn’t let you get away with for long. he nudges your head upwards with his thumb, locking your lips once more. 

the heat on your back increases as julien leans over you, pressing his chest to your back. he hits deeper and deeper- or is it vivien? you’ve lost the distinction. no matter where you want to look, one of them is there. the smell of their colognes mingles together, making everything around you so distinctly them.

no one was prepared for how intense this whole exchange would be, and neither of the guys is able to hold back form speeding up as their respective orgasms creep up on them. julien reaches over, squeezing your breasts while he speeds up alongside vivien. his strained voice brushes right over your ear, “gonna cum, yeah? you’ll let us cum inside, right? you’re good like that.”

lips still on vivien’s, you somehow manage a nod. the waterfalls on your cheeks have not stopped. more and more tears drip down to your chin and onto vivien’s chest. julien seems unable to hold himself back from licking up your tears, his pace intensifying as he tastes your overwhelm on his tongue. 

vivien cups your cheeks, pulling you away from him. “need to see you, okay? wanna see you as we fill you up, chérie.”

you nod, the knot in your belly releasing at the same time as it does for julien. the sight of your face contorting in mind-numbing pleasure, together with knowing you’re being filled by julien- vivien cums too. a deep groan comes from behind you while vivien’s familiar whimpers spill past his lips. 

there’s not a single bit of coherence left in your mind while you’re being filled with the last spurts of cum vivien and julien have to give you. they keep you like that until their softening cocks slip out on their own; your spasming cunt pushing them out. 

your soft, used-up body lands on vivien, whose hands are on every part of you at once it seems. another pair of hands spreads your cheeks again and the shutter of a camera echoes through the room. 

you vaguely hear vivien in disbelief, “really?”

followed by julien chuckling, “if you saw what i’m seeing you’d be commissioning a life-sized painting. i’m just doing you a favor.”

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the weight of your sleeping body on his is so comforting, vivien has a hard time laying you back onto the sheets instead. “run a bath, won’t you?”

“already on it,” julien throws over his shoulder as he enters the ensuite. 

vivien’s gaze has never left you. instead, it’s been traveling down every crevice, every fold and every little bruise their tight grips on you have left. unable to withstand the urge, he gently spreads your legs again, now met with the mess they made. white spend oozes from between your legs in copious amounts, coating your puffy and swollen folds in their cream. his mouth waters at the sight, he nearly gives in to the need to clean you up with his mouth- but julien is back. 

begrudgingly, he turns to julien. “what do you think?”

“yeah, she’s ours,” julien shrugs, as if merely stating a fact. which, he was. “i’m not even entertaining her choosing just one of us. unless it’s me, i guess.”

his nonchalant statement has vivien’s eyes narrowing briefly, and he’s ready to question how serious the ace is about who he believes is the love of his life- but there’s a glint in those golden eyes, and it’s enough to placate him for now.

his eyes find you again, as have julien’s. your tearstained face is akin to a renaissance painting, and neither of them can look away. the bath being filled and ready fades to the back of their minds as vivien runs a hand over your damp forehead. “you really were made to be mine, weren’t you, mon cœur?”

it’s not matter that you can’t hear him, you’ll learn soon enough that your duties are going to be far from managerial from now on. all that’s left to figure out is how to get you to resign. 

“getting her fired will make her upset,” julien speaks up, as if reading vivien’s mind. "it's best if we convince her to resign.”

vivien pinches your cheek gently, “i don’t mind her getting upset. she’s going to stay with us either way, we can make her forget.”

the striker chuckles, “and i thought i was the cruel one.”

hugo couldn't take his gaze off of you the second you two met. at first he felt guilty when he put the pieces together and discovered you were his destiny. he spent extra hours reading his blank book to make up his mind, part of him knew it was wrong but the other part told him that it isn't wrong if you're not blood related.

with time he noticed you more, your clothes, features, things you liked and things you didn't. but what caught his attention was your size. you were so small compared to him – not really a fair comparison since he's a wall of muscle practically.

for weeks he couldn't shake you off his mind, specially not in the dark of his room late at night. so when you subtly gave hints that you might like him back he felt way lighter. it wasn't wrong if you thought the same as him, right?

so the day your parents left to have dinner his hands were on you.

his large hands groped any portion of skin he could grab on your body. ass, tits, thighs, anything. the way his hand covered your mounds made his cock twitch in his shorts.

in a beat your clothes were thrown to the floor leaving you both naked, your cunt was already wet, has been for a while now...

hugo teased the fat tip of his cock against your tight entrance, groaning at the way it was bigger than your hole. he grabbed the base and started to push in with big effort, trying to accommodate himself inside your tight warmth.

"fuck you're so tight..." he hissed, managing to fit his length inside your cunt with a lot of struggle. he let you breath for a moment, wiping your tears away with his thumb and leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. "shh it's okay, i'm here"

he then started to move, the sound of his hips colliding with yours filled the room along with your loud mewls and his occasional grunts. his large hand enveloped yours in a comforting gesture even if his eyes weren't on you but rather the way his cock disappeared inside your hole, the clear part where you squeezed him made him throb.

you gripped his biceps as the feeling became too much, you swear you could feel him in your stomach. when you gave a specific clench around him hugo hissed, tightening his grip on your hand. "'m not gonna last long like this, chérie..." he mumbled.

hugo picked up his pace, even if it was difficult to do so, letting go of your hand to instead grab your hips with both hands. with a loud grunt his hips snapped harshly against yours one last time and you felt his cum ribbon inside of you, stuffing you full.

this time, however, it’s entirely different. 

unbeknownst to your father, you’ve long since found a lover. well, he was a friend first and foremost, but recently you’ve finally acknowledged the comfort and safety you felt while with him, the light he brings into your life, and you’ve made it official. 

your sweetheart, meguru. 

amidst your busy, high-class life of being your father’s precious accessory he was the much-needed moment of respite. his bright, carefree smile was capable of making your entire week. the thought of having to be married off to someone of your own ‘social status’ as your dad so kindly put it, you’ve been terrified of introducing your little bee to him. the possibility of him forbidding you from seeing him again was a great, everpresent threat.

and the even bigger threat was sitting right in front of you. his aquamarine eyes boredly scanned you every once in a while, merely humming whenever your dad made some kind of innuendo about how good of a fit you and him would be.

unlike the previous candidates, he doesn’t bother making this as hard as possible. something tells you he might just go along with it instead. 

if this ‘sae’ gives your dad enough of an impression that he doesn’t mind marrying you, it’s game over. you know you won’t have a say, and that’s beyond terrifying. 

blood running cold, you muster a smile towards the guest, “it’s so nice having you here, truly.” 

the polite, well-read character you’ve been taught to put on was truly exhausting. 

sae nods, eyes focused on you- or not really. he kind of looks like he can see right through you, which is unsettling on its own, it leaves you feeling bare. it’s as if he knows exactly what’s running through your mind, yet he makes no moves to make this any easier for you. it leaves you feeling helpless, truly on your own in defending your own right to choose a lover. a choice you’ve already made, and set in stone.

your father’s choices truly are… something. this uninterested, blank-faced man doesn’t even hold a candle to the sunshine that is your boyfriend. you wish to grimace, but you know you’d be chastised immediately. so you don’t, instead it seems your only choice is feigning illness.

you frown, clutching your belly over your satin dress, “forgive me, gentlemen. i seem to have eaten something that does not agree with me.”

you turn to sae, “it was a pleasure meeting you, but i must retire.”

not daring to spare your, likely furious, father even a glance, you walk off quickly towards your room. you lock your door and bite your lip. your eyes already sting, tears threatening to smudge your makeup. the pristine sheets crinkle as you take a seat, head buried in your hands. if only your sweet meguru was here. 

well… he can’t be here, but you can certainly go to him. it’s a risk, for sure, but you can always just lock your door and tell your dad you fell asleep. it seemed to work the hundred-or-so times you’ve done it before. 

decision made, you change into something way more comfortable than that tight, suffocating piece of cloth and open your window. with a little try-harding, you manage to climb onto one of the sturdier tree branches and off you are. already texting your boyfriend while trying to watch out for anyone who could possibly spot you.

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the sight of his home alone already takes a world of weight off your shoulders. as the sky darkens around you, you hurry towards the door, already trembling at the chilled air. 

his mom opens the door seconds after you knock and her face lights up at the sight of you, “hi sweetie! meguru is in his room waiting for you.”

her excitement every time she sees you is probably the most affection you’ve ever received from a parental figure. it never fails to bring tears to your eyes, “hi, miss bachira.”

she brings you into a hug, closing the door behind you. she’s got a few paint stains on her, some of them definitely transferring onto your clothes, but that’s merely an afterthought as you lean into her. you close your eyes, finally relaxing a bit. 

“did they make you meet someone again?” she asks, caressing your head gently, “you must be so exhausted.”

never in a million years did you think your boyfriend’s mom would be sympathizing with you, rather than chastise you for essentially dating outside of her own son. given, she’s known you as meguru’s best friend first; she has no reason to assume you’re doing this on purpose. 

you nod, making her coo at you, “poor thing, when will that old fool leave you alone, huh?”

she lets go of you, rubbing your shoulders before she ushers you upstairs, “you can always come here whenever things get too much. i’ll even lie to the police if they come looking.”

you giggle at her cheeky wink, “thank you. really.”

meguru’s bedroom door looks akin to the gates of heaven themselves. you don’t even knock. the hinges creak as you open the door, immediately greeted by your sweetheart of a boyfriend preparing his bed for a game night. pillows thrown onto a neat little pile to lean and cuddle in, blankets laid out and enough sugary snacks to give you cavities that same night.

“megs!” you throw yourself at him, arms wrapped around his neck. 

he shrieks, following it by a bunch of excited giggles. “my sweet flower!” his arms wrap tightly around your waist as he tackles you onto the bed. his nose buried in your neck, he blows a few raspberries onto the sensitive skin. 

you try to push at him, laughing at the ticklish sensation, “enough- megs, enough!”

he’s still giggling away, but obliges. now hovering over you, he pants as he looks over you sprawled under him. “i missed you.”

you reach up to cup his cheeks, bringing him down for a kiss. you mumble into it, “missed y’too.”

his weight presses down onto you in its entirety, the pressure working away the last of your stress. he’s like a little weighted blanket.

lips parting from yours and foreheads pressed together, he grins, “the monster missed you too.”

“i’m sure he did,” you smile softly, nuzzling your noses together. “i’m so glad to be here.”

meguru has always had this effect. all of your worries melt away the second he’s near. it’s only gotten stronger since he’s become your boyfriend. his insatiable need to provide you with as much affection, both verbal and physical, has fixed things in you you didn’t even know were broken. 

never once did you question his devotion to you, but sometimes it’s even a bit concerning how his whole life seems to revolve around you, or his only other interest, football. 

with one last kiss pressed to your cheek, he rolls over to lay next to you. the physical contact is not broken though, his hand holds yours so tight you might lose feeling in your fingers soon.. while you both stare up at the ceiling, big smiles on your faces, the inevitable question falls from your boyfriend’s mouth.

“who was it this time?”

the atmosphere shifts, the warmth of the orange-ish lights in the room suddenly rendered useless as the question holds a cold edge you can’t help shivering at. 

your own grip on his hand tightens, “some itoshi guy.”

the silence that follows is more suffocating than that whole dinner. you bite your lip, glancing over at meguru. shifting closer, you lay your head on his chest, hugging his waist. “it scared me, megs. he seemed so… okay with it all.”

you squeeze him tighter, voice dropping to a whisper, “i left as soon as i could.. i didn’t want to be there.”

his hand wraps around your shoulders, holding you close. he doesn’t say much, thumb rubbing over your arm. 

you’re inclined to look over, wondering if he fell asleep, only for him to finally speak up.

“i don’t like that you have to be scared all the time.”

it’s an eerie, unsettling tone you haven’t heard from him yet, and it has you tensing up in his hold. you don’t get a chance to question it though, as he continues.

“you’re mine, okay? i won’t let anyone get in the way.”

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an earful from your dad is exactly what you expected, and also exactly what you got when you returned home the next day. something about ‘scaring off your future husband’ and whatnot. 

it’s sickening, how entitled your father feels to making decisions about your very adult life. there’s a limit to everything, and today you seem to have reached yours. 

“i don’t want some boring dude like you!” you snap, pushing away your breakfast plate. all appetite was lost anyway the moment he opened his mouth. “has it ever occurred to you that i have a brain? a brain very capable of making decisions on my own?”

the way your dad’s had tightens around his glass looks tight enough to break it. and yet, he doesn’t yell. instead, what he does is much, much worse.

“right,” he snorts, though the tension between his brows betrays his efforts to hide his anger, “women can’t make these decisions rationally. you’re just swayed by your emotion, not to mention you’re definitely not smart. what, did some guy promise you a fairytale? do you wish to ride off into the sunset with some prince charming?”

his mocking tone gets more and more condescending with each word, “wake up, you brat. i’m trying to find someone who’ll put up with you and not drag my name down. do you know how difficult it is to describe you to a man without making you look annoying and spoiled? be grateful i’m even trying.”

sure, your dad’s been mean to you before. more times than you can count. 

but this? he’s never stooped this low. 

you want to cry, to scream, anything. and yet, you’re rendered absolutely speechless. your tongue tied into knots, eyes stinging and your chest nearly caves in from the pressure. it’s not the end of your torture, though.

“some good news, though,” your father sighs, “mr. itoshi has agreed to a second meeting. given how you oh-so-conveniently disappeared yesterday.”

oh. so he knows.

“it’s this weekend. make sure to look somewhat presentable this time. that dress from yesterday was barely passable.”

he doesn’t give you the joy of storming off, instead he leaves first, calling for someone to clear the table. one of your maids, one you can’t even remember the name of, shoots you an apologetic smile. she must’ve heard your father and his… whatever that was.

she takes your plate, and you mumble a small thanks. if only your meguru was here.

the next day you barely even manage to get out of bed. the only thing even remotely motivating is the smell of pancakes slowly creeping under your door and into your nose. feet dragging, stomach aching from the dread of being faced with your dad again, you waddle into the kitchen. 

though, the moment you pass the threshold, you’re stopped dead in your tracks. normally, you’d be delighted to see any other expression on your dad’s face instead of that dreadful smirk he usually wears. 

but his face entirely drained of color is not something you’d imagined.

he’s sat at the kitchen island, a glass of wine already poured at the asscrack of dawn while some other maid rushes around the kitchen, likely the one responsible for the delicious smell contrasting the energy in the room.

against your better judgement, you speak up. “everything alright?”

it takes him a while, but your dad finally answers, “that meeting on saturday is no longer happening.”

relief floods over you for a brief moment, before it gives way for something even more unsettling. “why?”

hands shaking, he shoves his phone in your direction over the island top. right there, big and bright,  a headline that sends chills down your spine reads: “MILLIONAIRES SON, FOOTBALL PRODIGY SAE ITOSHI PASSES AWAY IN CAR ACCIDENT.”

first thought? at least you won’t have to marry him. second thought? oh my fucking god. 

“that’s… unfortunate,” is all you muster, wide eyes snapping back to the stunned man who’s now gulping down his wine like its water. “i’m sure his family is devastated.”

it seems you’re not deserving of a response as your dad orders the maid to refill his glass, you wonder how many he’s already had if he went through this one so quickly. so, you snatch a plate of those pancakes and hide away in your room again, the conflict between relief and sympathy rages on as you recall the guy. he may not have looked like ideal husband material, but it’s not like he deserved a fate this cruel either. 

music plays idly in the background as you munch away at the last pancake, and your thoughts as usual drift back to your boyfriend. sure, you saw him yesterday, but how can a day be good when meguru is not in it? especially now, you’d imagine there’d be some kind of relief for him too, knowing now that at least for now the threat of you being married off is gone. 

a pit of dread forms in your gut. right, wonder how long it’ll take for him to find someone else. maybe you being difficult will work in your favor this time around. though, your father’s words ring in your ears clear as day. annoying and spoiled. as much as it helps you postpone the inevitable, having your own parent see you this way is not very comforting, especially when speaking of you as if you’re some product he has a hard time selling. 

looking through your room for any sort of distraction, your eyes land on a bee plushie. of course, all roads lead back to your boyfriend. he got it for you years ago, and the fluffy thing has only gained more and more meaning since. 

the fur is pleasant beneath your fingers as you grab it, hugging it tightly to your chest. 

sneaking out sounds really good right about now, but with your dad drunk out of his mind there’s a few dangers to doing so. if he decides to come up to your room and doesn’t hear anything he’ll likely break the door down, finding that you’re gone which will probably lead to a supervised housearrest. 

mgeuru’s mom joked about the police thing, but if that scenario were to play out, it likely would no longer be a joke. 

and yet, what is supposed to be your safe haven, your room which has always been the only place you could take a breath inside this entire house now feels a lot worse to be in than sitting right next to your dad as he downs a whole bottle.

the decision is easily made after that. 

you shoot meguru a quick text: 

you: are you busy?

as per usual, he never makes you wait long for an answer.

megs<3: never too busy for you :D 

megs<3: whats up?

you: i wanna go out pls

you: meet me at the park?

megs<3: yippie!

megs<3: i’ll be right there!!!!

megs<3: i love you!!!!

you grin, quickly moving on to get dressed. the window creaks slightly as you push it open, and with a tiny leap of faith you’re on the branch. the amount of times you’ve done this got you quite skilled at this whole climbing thing. it definitely helped whenever meguru wanted to climb into some tree at the park to kiss in. 

landing on the grass, you dust yourself of and take off towards the park with a pep in your step at the thought of your sweetheart.

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it’s always been hard, knowing that at any moment you could tell him that you were getting married. still, he doesn’t know the exact moment where the sympathy turned into anger in your stead. 

what he does know is that his feelings for you have been there from the very beginning. he remembers meeting you clear as day. he was 7 years old, sat under a tree, knees scraped after some bullies pushed him, again making fun of him and his monster. and then, as if an angel had descended from heaven just for him, you sat down next to him and pouted at his knees as if you were the one injured.

“what happened?” your sweet, but squeaky voice reached his ears.

he could only shrug then, way too mesmerized by someone talking to him for any reason other than to make fun of him. when he did finally come to, he sniffled, “just a bunch of meanies. they were laughing at my monster!”

he saw your eyes widen, and for a moment he worried you’d freak out. 

however, the look of fascination that followed has kept him going ever since. you’ve been inseparable since then, and he’d count the day you agreed to be his girlfriend to be the second best day of his life. right after meeting you.

so color him surprised when you came to him the very first time it happened, tearful about how your dad has been talking about marriage. how scared you were that it was going to be one of those assholes you were forced to hang out with whenever your dad’s friends came over. you fell asleep crying in his arms that day, and while he’s never seen himself as someone capable of hating, your dad sure looked like the perfect first venture into it.

all the guys you had met thus far he could live with. he trusted when you said they looked to be just as uninterested in marrying you as you did with them. until now. 

mr. sae itoshi, the first time since the start that he’s seen and heard you be worried. a good boyfriend would do something about that, wouldn’t he?

bachira giggles to himself as he twirls the cutting pliers on his fingers, the dead of night isn’t usually on his favored list of times of day, but for this, it’ll have to do. 

rich people sure are dumb, careless, too. a mere article about someone’s favorite restaurant, their car spotted in the parking lot. just a few snips here, a few snips there and they’ll no longer be a bother to the love of his life. 

now, how does one go about… neutralizing their (unknowing) father-in-law?

bachria just can’t help his grin, you were always meant to be his. he’s just making sure everyone else knows it, too.

time to time kaiser would get nightmares, after a long day, a rough game, one too many missed goals at practice or the opposing team scored in the last minutes of a match he wanted to be a wipeout you name it.

but you could always tell, just when enough was able to tip him off that day to ruin your night.

when kaiser went to sleep, it was no telling how he would wake up, what emotion he would be feeling or what dream he would have. i mean like anyone else right?

and just like every few months when his day was exceptionally bad, kaiser had a night terror.

his body was squishing in bed, his arm tightened around you, his accent deepened as he cursed out in german and trashed along side the bed until your hand smoothed down the back of his bed hair, and shushed him.

his eyes flew open, grabbing your wrist that was rubbing him and froze, his piercing blue eyes slowly got used to the dark as his chest gasped for breath for what felt like the first time in minutes.

his eyes adjusted and they caught the outline of your face, the light tremor in your hand and the way you bit your lip out of nervousness.

“shit..”

“es ist schon wieder passiert?” (it happens again?)

“i’m sorry.” he murmured sleepily, letting go of your wrist and engulfing your entire body in his warmth, “don’t be scared.”

you both laid there in silence for what felt like hours, his hand rubbing the back of your head subconsciously, which you knew he wouldn’t remember in the morning from his sleepy consciousness.

and soon enough, his breathing evened out, his hand stopped it movement and he was still again. and finally maybe an hour later, crushed against his chest you were able to find some solice and sleep too.

other nights you’re not as lucky.

some nights, kaiser asked from his terror and still thinks he’s there.

his breath would be caught in his throat, his eyes wild and he would pin you away from his body before he fully recognized what was going on.

and tonight was no different, just that this time he was angry.

he rolled out of bed on the floor, head clutched in his hands as he tried to make sense of this.

“micheal…”

“don’t.”

“but it’s okay—”

your voice whispered, eyes stinging with tears watching how he hates himself for having another terror, as if he could help it.

“don’t blame yourself…you’re here, you’re safe now.”

“you don’t know that” he seethed as he started pacing, “das ist totaler schwachsinn. und du hilfst damit überhaupt nicht” (this is some bullshit. and youre not helping!)

he scrunched his hands in his hair, letting out a scream before his eyes settled on the moon glaring back at him from the window.

“micheal…”, and hearing the way your voice cracked in the middle of the darkness, he’d look up eyes scouring your face as he felt his hands get peaked away from his face.

“i did this…again.”

“but i’m not scared…i just want you to be okay..”

and that’s when kaiser realized the difference, he thought he was scarred and flawed, his fathers son through and through.

he didn’t instill fear in you, he just had the fear of himself losing control and losing you.

as selfish as it may seem.

yorikae

in hindsight, one could interpret it as a way of her telling him to keep himself safe as well, but at that point no one knew how his bond would manifest. not until a small scar appeared across his knee. one that looked like a nasty scrape healed badly. it was small, and he only knew it was there because it hurt as if he'd fallen himself. which he hadn't.

the first time it happened, bunny knew it wasn't deserved. a small boy, no older than five, he simply needed to pee. the summer festival he attended with his grandparents did not have any place where he could go, which forced his grandpa to take him home. the walk wasn't long, but significant enough to spark an anger in his grandfathers eyes.

a few beers in already, the belt buckle clinking behind the locked door, followed by a panicked child's cries.

the bruise would take a week or two to fade, the blackened skin fading in favor of the healing wound his grandmother cleaned wordlessly once she returned from that same festival. one which formed from the ornate metal buckle cutting clean across the smooth, unblemished skin.

that night was the first time he cried not for himself, but for the person now forced to bear a nasty scar across their thigh. he wondered, did they have to feel the cracking of the belt against skin, too? grandma told him not to hurt you, and yet, here he is.

"i'm so sorry," he cried quietly as to not alert anyone, "i didn't mean to."

the second time, he wasn't so sure. grandma handed him a plate of food to bring to grandpa, who was sat at the dining table with his brows furrowed already. a chill ran down the child's spine, this didn't bode well.

but all he had to do was deliver the plate, a task so menial it should've been done by now. and yet the shaking overtaking his knees, the spike in his blood pressure as he makes eye contact with the old man paired with a folded carpet corner was the perfect recipe for the plate cracking into pieces, food slowly staining said carpet and a child too terrified to look up from his spot on his knees.

a gasp can be heard from the open kitchen, and he can only imagine the terror overtaking his sweet grandma's features. one he imagines mirrors his own.

for a second it's quiet. too quiet.

breaking through the silence is the scraping of the chair against the floor, followed by heavy footsteps. his grandfathers shadow blankets his trembling form, and when he finally dares to look up even the slightest bit, his cheek is met with a sting. the impact so strong he's knocked onto his side as he gasps for air.

he's given no time before he's hauled up by the collar of his shirt. the back of a strong, calloused hand makes contact with his face again.

dropped back onto the floor, the carpet harsh against his knees, both him and his grandmother wait until the old man leaves. both of them flinching as his low, barely restrained voice demands another portion soon.

the door to the garage slams shut, and it's then that bunny realizes blood is dripping down his face and down onto his worn down sleep shirt.

locked away in his room that same evening, he can't help the flood of tears dripping onto the floor as he examines his face in the mirror. again, his grandmother cleaned him up, disinfecting his wounded face. it seems the ring on his grandpa's finger has done the most damage. a sideways cross shaped wound which will now haunt him, and his fated person, forever.

it has only gotten worse from that day on. minuscule mistakes punished by lifelong reminders.

ointments he begged his grandmother to find, to hopefully lessen the contrast of his disgustingly gashed skin. hoping that maybe they'd fade on your skin as well. nights spent crying, begging for forgiveness. on his knees before the moon, hoping you were out there and could somehow hear him.

fists clenched, eyes puffy as they look right onto the full moon his grandmother once jested was made of cheese to cheer him up however many years ago.

"i'm so sorry, amor," he sobs into the night. still young, yet forged into a tall, tough piece of man. a man devastated by his only task of never once hurting you having failed so miserably. so catastrophically.

the only piece of silver lining, the only thing that brought even a ghost of a smile to his face, was that at least you'd be recognizable. scars so telling he could tell you were the real deal with just a singular glance at your face.

which only brings him back to reality just as quickly. would you even want him? he knows you could feel the pain. do you hate him for doing this to you? have you cursed fate for it tying you to someone who harms your undeserving body?

he wouldn't be surprised if you rejected the bond upon meeting him. it's the only way to stop any more scars being shared. the pain shooting through his heart makes his brows pinch. he chuckles humorlessly, "i'm such a selfish bastard."

isn't it selfish of him to still want to have you, even when he's put you through so much? you deserve a soulmate who is actually capable of protecting you. one who can prevent even a singular hair from dropping off of your head.

but deep inside, he longs for the connection only a soulmate can provide. he has not met you, and yet he knows you'll be lovely. he'll beg on his knees if necessary. the universe has made the mistake of dooming you with him, and he'll do all he can to alleviate the torment he's put you through so far.

a black surgical mask covers his face, together with a matching cap. his body covered in long, airy sleeves, legs clad in a pair of baggy summer pants as to hide his woeful state as he goes out to grab a bite of food for both him and his grandma. the latter who's been doing much better since that old fool died not too long ago.

children run and weave their way between people on the busy streets, popsicles in hand to combat the heat and sate their needs for sweetness. barely any of them are paying attention to where they're going, and who they're bumping against.

their carelessness is something he notices when his knee is knocked right against a wooden crate from a veggie vendor, thrown off balance by one of the aforementioned kids running into his back. the wood cuts uncomfortably against the already scarred skin. a quick and unfortunate situation he'd usually write off, had it not been for a perfectly timed "ow!" he heard not too far off.

his head turns every possible way, trying to locate the origin. and he does.

the moment his eyes land on you, his whole world stops. the sun illuminating your features, body bathed in a golden glow which somehow makes your blemished skin look akin to a tigress. as a sense of calm initially washes over him, muscles relaxing, body and mind briefly devoid of any pain.

but it's when his eyes land on the one thing truly separating you from your surroundings, a cross-shaped scar across your face that he feels lightheaded. it's no coincidence your appearance has made such an impact.

luckily most of his face is obstructed by the mask and shadowed by his cap, making it near-impossible for the people around him to see the glossiness coating his eyes. rooted in his place, eyes darting over your body where you're sat at the terrace of some cafe he's seen in passing a few times.

he considers walking up to you, but something holds him back. the ugly, overwhelming guilt of knowing what the cause is behind the markings on your angelic face and the rest of your body. the pain and confusion for why this is being done to you must've been terrifying to experience.

now stuck between a rock and a hard place, does he go up to you and apologize? it could give you the opportunity to denounce him, to free yourself from his pitiful existence.

he's been so convinced he can earn you, but when actually faced with the opportunity, his knees go weak.

a wave of determination passes over him. he robbed you of a proper soulmate, one that was deserving of you. you who shared your scar with him once and learned your lesson. unlike him. the least he can do is give you a way out.

knee bleeding, he takes a deep breath before he consciously steps between the large crowd of people. he's bumping against someone here and there, much like the children who've unknowingly brought two destined people a chance to finally unite.

an older lady is with you, one looking similar enough for him to conclude must be your mom. will she be angry with him, too? will she detest him for hurting her daughter? maybe she'll force you to break the bond, unwilling to give you away to someone as careless as him.

his hand is shaky as he reaches up to tap your scarred shoulder. your expression confused, much like your mom's. unsurprising, given that his face is mostly covered.

"can i help you-?" your voice is like a balm to his frayed nerves, but you trail off once his other hand, just as if not more, shakily undoes one of the ties to his mask. with it now hanging off only one ear, the entirety of his own facial marring is visible to you. he can only brace himself for what you might do next.

you jump up from your chair, eyes wide as you examine the stranger's face. your heart nearly beats out of your chest, barely registering your mother's choked breath.

still in disbelief, you take his hands into yours. your touch feather-light as you examine the scars on your and his fingers. ones that match just like the one on your faces.

breath catching in your throat, your gaze snaps back to his glossy one. for a moment it does not matter that you're in public, in the middle of a very crowded terrace.

voice cracking, much like his heart, "it's you," you muster.

he nods, lips pursing to prevent himself from crying. his hands squeeze yours gently, unconsciously pulling you closer.

you glance back at your mom, "it's him," you whisper to her. something she barely manages to hear over the loud surroundings. she still nods, gathering her stuff as she motions for you two to go with her.

bunny eyes you in confusion, you're leaving already? this is it? but he hasn't managed to say anything yet-

"come with me," you encourage him, tugging on his hands. your mom left some bills on the table, walking ahead.

he follows you as if he's under a spell, and he kind of is. your touch is electrifying, but calming all the same. he almost trips a few times, too focused on examining every little bit of you.

hands tightly clasped in yours, you look up at him with a bright smile, "what's your name?"

bunny's mouth opens, but all coherent answers filter out of his mind. why are you smiling at him? why are you acting as if you're excited to meet him?

his hesitation causes your brows to furrow in concern. his body heat providing a comfort even amidst the heat of the day as you you pull him just a bit closer.

"it's okay, i'm also emotional. this is quite a big deal," you assure him, giving him your name in hopes it'll ease his nerves.

your name tastes so sweet on his tongue as he repeats it back to you, tone filled with such reverence it sparks a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your belly. "beautiful," he whispers, his gaze darting over every square millimeter of your face.

warmth creeps up your neck and face. your pointer nail a nice distraction to bite on so you don't squeal like some weirdo.

"bunny," he then whispers, "you can call me bunny."

"huh? is that an actual name-?"

"it'll do," he squeezes your hand, a ghost of a smile passing over his handsome features.

it's then that you realize how breathtaking he is. scars and all, they only add to his boyishly rugged look. something you didn't know you were that into until him.

your home is mere minutes away, excitement sending abuzz through your body. a stark contrast to his tightly wound muscles. "i can't wait to introduce you to my family! i didn't expect to meet you at all today so i hope it's okay my mom went ahead. she's probably preparing something for us to snack on while we get to know each other-"

your rambling is beyond endearing, and yet he can't help the heaviness on his chest from rendering him breathless. the guilt was unmistakable on his face to anyone else. except the overjoyed you, who's still yapping on and on about how happy your family will be upon hearing about you two meeting.

he desperately tried to hold in his tears which were threatening to spill over his reddened cheeks. lips pursing, the crushing weight of his wrong-doings unbearable upon his shoulders.

the prolonged silence finally catches your attention as you're about to inform him that you've arrived at your house, and you stop in your tracks right away. eyes wide and panicked, voice rushed, "bunny? oh dear, are you okay?"

squeezing his eyes shut, desperately trying to will away his tears, he nods. a strained sigh, "yeah," is all you get in response.

no less worried, you usher him inside, tugging him into your room for some privacy which seems like it was much needed because the click of your door shutting is all it takes for the floodgates to break open.

in seconds he's on his knees in front of you, a waterfall of tears streaming down his face and onto your floor. his hands balled into fists, knuckles white as he sobbed, a flurry of emotions fighting through his tone.

"why? why are you this happy!?" he coughs through his sobs, "look at yourself! i ruined you!"

the closed door likely doesn't do much to muffle the anguish he's finally letting be seen, heard.

mouth agape, tears lining your own lash line as your very own soulmate who you thought you could celebrate this joyous occasion with, is crumbling before you.

"r-ruined me?" your voice cracks, "what do you mean?"

his hands gently reach out to trace the distorted lines along your ankles and calves. they're shaking immensely, but so is his entire body. overcome with yet another wave of emotion he curls in on himself once his finger makes contact with the scar tissue.

unable to explain himself any further, his tongue tied into knot after knot. as if his limbs were made of lead, he makes the arduous effort to wrap his hand around the back of your knee, lifting his body up just enough to lean his forehead against your thigh.

red irises framed by the bloodshot whites of his eyes stare at you with a heartstopping amount of pain. brows pinched, bottom lip trembling.

"i'm so sorry," he creaks, "i am so sorry, amor."

finally, saying it to your face felt a whole lot better than pretending you could hear him through the moon.

what he did not expect (which was honestly even making it this far) is that you'd drop to your knees right next to him. your arms wrap around him in a hug comparable to a warm blanket on a cold winter's night.

the tightness in his body ebbs away with each second he spends with his face buried in your shoulder. his own getting just as wet from your tears, which you couldn't hold back either.

"don't be sorry," he hears you whimper, "don't you dare be sorry for what you've gone through."

that gives him pause. he stiffens in your hold, before he lifts his head to get a look at your puffy face. still just as stunning, he notes.

"what do you mean?" he sniffles, tears unstoppable.

"did you do all this to yourself?" you ask, hand reaching up to trace the horizontal line across his nose. "any of it?"

he shakes his head, reveling in your comforting touch.

"then what are you sorry for?" you chuckle through your cries, "i'm the one who's sorry. sorry for not finding you sooner, and for not being there for you when you needed it most."

your words send a whole different crash of emotions through him. disbelief, shock, confusion, even more guilt at you feeling guilty. he dives in for yet another hug, both of your sobs echoing through your room.

"i don't deserve you," he whispers, muscled arms squeezing you as close to him as possible.

your hold tightens to match his, "the universe seems to think otherwise."