Ness hurting his girlfriend makes him sick.
cw: angst (comfort yall don't worry), usage of german, intense yearning (ness really loves you bruv.), fem!reader, prolly ooc just incase idk. fingering. mentions of kaiser and isagi. proofreading was a quick skim over and thats it.
authors note: that damn popeyes song has been stuck in my head. I really liked this one guys dont hate me pls. And thanks for the love on my last one, I really appreciated it!
You two had been arguing about his incessant need to be at Kaisers every beck and call.
It had gotten to a point of him turning down dates just to stay longer at practice, and worse ever since this Isagi Yoichi character has gone into the picture, your boyfriend isn’t even yours anymore. He sits on the couch, his eyes downcast to his feet but he doesn’t understand your frustration and thinks you’re being unreasonable
“I barely see you anymore Alexis! It's always about that stupid blonde or this new Isagi Yoichi, it feels like a new excuse to deliberately not see me.”
“He’s not stupid. He’s the only one who’s believed in my magic, and I have to be there otherwise people like Isagi get in the way.”
“..So your first thought is to defend him, you didn’t even deny you aren’t trying to see me.” You whisper.
“And what about me Ness?” The usage of his last name hits him like a blow, you’ve never used it even when you weren’t dating.
“I’ve always believed in you, I actually love you for you, not for what you can do for me.” your voice cracks at the last part, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Oh schatzi, don’t do that please.” he looks at you finally, standing up from where he was sitting and reaching for your hands. You jerk them away from his grasp and look him in his eyes.
“You don’t get to do that, Ness. Not when i’ve been here waiting for you like a fucking idiot and when you’re here you’re still not with me.” You spat at him.
“Please don’t call me that liebling..” His hands stayed still at his sides.
You exhale, and look at his face for anything else he might want to say. But he didn’t. He stood there looking for the eventual forgiveness you always gave him afterwards.
“Idiot, ich werde hier nicht dumm herumstehen.” You mutter, before moving walking towards your shared bedroom.
He watches you walk away, zoning out and lost in his thoughts.
You rummage through your room and grab a few things, your pillows, computer, and a few clothes. You move all of it to the guest room and you slam the door behind you.
Hours pass, and it's about 1am. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying. Your body gives an occasional shiver despite being wrapped in the stale sheets.
In all your years, not once had you guys fought like this. Or at least you gave up so easily in order not to upset him. But this time it was too much. This problem had been festering for months between you two, and you haven’t seen him look at you with the same love he has for soccer.
Your eyes began to flutter close, slipping between dream and reality.
Only to be jolted awake by a gentle knock. It was like your whole body was on edge.
You didn’t even bother to get up. The fatigue weighed on you like a suffocating blanket. It had gone silent for a few seconds before the door opened with a creak, and the light peeked through. You looked like you were asleep.
Still, his voice broke through the silence.
“Liebling, are you awake..?” He whispered.
He shut the door behind him, leaving only a faint silhouette moving through the darkness. He looked at how your body breathed, before dwindling down back into the cold mattress. He knew you were awake.
He sat down on your bed, wanting to be by your side yet still wanting to give you distance.
“Du bist wunderschön – wie könnte ich etwas so Perfektes verletzen?” He murmured.
“I’m so sorry. So, so, so sorry.” He took one of your hands and brought to his mouth, planting a gentle kiss.
“You mean the world to me. More than anything you can think of. I’m so sorry that I've been neglecting you.” He moves your hand towards his cheek, and rubs his face against the back of your hand.
When you gave him no response, it was turn for his eyes to fill with tears. “Please meine liebe, look at me. Ich werde betteln, wenn es sein muss."
You exhale, before turning to face him, laying flat on your back.
He looks at your face, seeing your puffy eyes and your tear stained face. The tears that were in his eyes, now streamed freely down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, my god I took you for granted. You love me so well, you’ve done so much, and i’ve given you hurt in return. Please mein schatz don’t cry…” He wipes your eyes, before moving down to your cheek and using his thumb to brush it.
Your eyes trail away from him. But you sit up in bed to be eye level with him.
He brings the hand that was holding yours up to his mouth, this time kissing your wrist, planting so many kisses on your wrist, then up your forearm, to your shoulder, all the way up to your neck.
“So hübsch..all of you, so beautiful. I don’t deserve you.” He whispers in your ear. His head in the crook of your neck, before leaning down to kiss your shoulder.
“Tell me to stop…but I want to worship every part of you, for every tear you’ve shed.” He says before going back to kissing you.
Your hand reached for his cheek. Rubbing your thumb against it like he did, and he leaned into it, rubbing his head against you.
“You won’t hurt me again?” You mumbled.
“No, never schön. Not if I can help it.” He mutters, before leaning back into the crook of your neck.
You give a quiet “mmm.” in response. Your body’s temperature rises, you look at him and study him. His pink hair, his bare freckled back, his body rising and falling as his tears soak your shoulder.
He kisses your neck, “Forgive me, what can I do to make you forgive me mein liebe…i’ll spend the whole night doing it.” he breathed.
His hand rubs up and down your body, paying close attention to your lower stomach. He begins licking at your neck.
“What is it you want…please i’ll give it to you schatz.”
“Your fingers ‘lexis..” You finally admit.
“Of course..anything for you, it's yours to take.” Nodding his head vigorously, as his hands slide down your pants, moving down to your clit. He rubs gentle circles on it.. He watches as your face contorts and gets redder, and you squirm.
“Does it feel good mein liebe..?” He whispers.
He continues to rub your clit and lick your neck simultaneously. His hand then began to move down, and slips one finger inside of you.
Your legs close around his hand, as soft whines escape your mouth.
Silence consumed the room except for heavy breathing and quiet whimpers.
“Yes Schätzchen..?” He rests his head on your shoulder and looks up at you.
You take in a breath at the nickname, “Kiss me please…” you whine out.
“Of course, you don’t have to ask liebling...” He says before pressing his lips against yours. His lips were soft and swollen. Gently kissing and letting you take the lead. His fingers thrust in and out of you gently. You cup his face to bring him closer, and his other hand cups your cheek as well.
He speeds up his fingers, while his thumb reaches to play with your clit again, his middle and ring fingers thrusting inside of you at a slow pace.
He mumbles about how much he loves you in between the kiss, and sweet nothings in the short breaths he took, using every ounce of air on you. He couldn’t care less about himself, he could only see you right now.
When you whisper, “close..” in his ear, he nods and speeds up his fingers again, hitting every spot that he knows you all too well, where you’re most sensitive. Fluids slicking his fingers. Your back arches as you softly moan. It was only a matter of time before you finally cum on his fingers.
He stops kissing you and just looks at you, him breathless and your face blushing and your body feeling hot.
“Anything else..?” He asks.
You shake your head, and lean your head against his shoulder. “‘M so tired..”
“Lay down, bitte schlafen.” You lay down, and he lays down with you, wrapping his arms around you as your face buries in his bare chest. He strokes your hair until he sees your breathing even and your eyes drift slowly to sleep.
He waits a few minutes before whispering, though you couldn’t hear.
“Ich liebe dich, mein perfektes Mädchen"; ich verdiene es gar nicht, eine solche Schönheit so nah bei mir zu haben. Schlaf gut…” Before falling asleep himself.
(thank you for the read, you're awesome.)
