#dd14

you bring it up constantly, every single day because désiré genuinely tries to act bold around you sometimes but he can't.

like when he attempts to flirt confidently, he immediately gets embarrassed afterward, or when he says something smooth he hides his face in your neck because apparently he can’t handle his own flirting.

you bully him for it every time.

right now, désiré has one hand in his pocket while the other stays loosely around your waist, listening to you yap about something in the parking, after one of his match. until you suddenly smirk at him again.

“what now?”

“nothing.”

“it means something.”

“i just think it’s funny,” you smile innocently.

“what is?”

“that you act all tough on the pitch but get nervous because i look at you too long.”

he groans instantly.

“see?”

“you never stop!”

“because you're cute.”

he shakes his head while trying not to smile and then you make it worse, again.

“you’d probably combust if you had to actually be bold with me.”

you don’t notice the silence immediately, too busy smiling to yourself but désiré goes very quiet beside you.

you glance over.

he's just staring at you with a calm look that instantly makes your stomach tighten.

“what?” you ask carefully.

“you talk a lot,” he says quietly.

you blink in confusion and he steps closer slowly, your smile grows immediately.

“because i’m right.”

he exhales once through his nose and his eyes stay locked on yours this time.

“désiré?”

“you really think i’m not bold?”

your heartbeat speeds up embarrassingly fast because his whole energy changed suddenly.

his hand tightens slightly against your waist before he leans down closer.

after his match, when most people had left, you kept going while you walked with him toward the underground parking.

“it’s cute how you get nervous touching me in public,” you said with a smirk. “afraid someone’s gonna see how much you want me?”

désiré suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you between two big cars in the dimly lit parking garage.

he pushed you against the side of a black suv, his body pressing hard into yours.

“you think i’m shy?” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “you’ve been running that mouth all fucking day.”

before you could answer, he kissed you roughly, tongue invading your mouth as one hand slid under your skirt, pushing your panties aside.

his fingers found you already wet.

“always teasing me,” he muttered against your lips. “let’s see if you can handle me when i stop being nice.”

he spun you around fast, pressing your chest against the cold car window. you gasped as he yanked your skirt up over your hips and pulled your panties down to your knees in one move.

“désiré… someone might see,” you whispered, suddenly nervous.

“you wanted bold, right?” he said, freeing his hard cock and rubbed the thick head along your soaked slit. “now take it.”

he thrust into you in one deep stroke, burying himself completely and you moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the garage.

he didn’t give you time to adjust. he started fucking you hard and fast, hips slamming against your ass with wet, filthy sounds.

“fuck… so tight,” he groaned, one hand gripping your waist, the other tangled in your hair. “this what you wanted? me fucking you like this where anyone can walk by?”

you could barely answer, moaning with every brutal thrust.

your hands pressed against the car window as he pounded into you, deep and relentless. the risk of getting caught only made everything hotter.

he leaned over your back, biting your shoulder while his cock stretched you open again and again.

“tell me,” he demanded, slapping your ass.

“yes… fuck, i wanted it,” you whimpered, pushing back against him.

désiré growled and fucked you even harder, the car rocking slightly with every thrust. his hand slipped around to rub your clit in fast circles, making your legs shake.

voices echoed somewhere in the distance but he didn’t slow down. if anything, it made him thrust deeper until you reach the orgasm at the same time.

“maybe i was being nice before,” he says while soothing your skirt.

your mouth opens slightly but nothing comes out, which makes him smile.

“what happened?” he murmurs softly. “thought you liked teasing me.”

you stare at him in shock, because where did this version of him come from?

“yeah,” he says quietly. “that’s what i thought.”

he takes your hand and starts walking again like he didn’t just completely flip the situation on you.

“you’re quiet now,” he points out innocently.

you narrow your eyes. “shut up.”

you sat on the edge of a lounge chair sunglasses on, watching your boyfriend play volleyball in the pool with some friends.

at first, everything was perfect then a girl arrived.

she was pretty, loud, and way too comfortable around désiré.

you watched as she jumped into the water next to him, laughing at everything he said.

“oh my god, désiré, you’re so competitive,” she giggled, splashing him.

he laughed politely then she grabbed his arm and you immediately frowned.

he gently pulled away, maybe it was nothing except it kept happening.

she touched his shoulder while talking, leaned against him while taking pictures, even rested a hand on his chest while laughing at a joke.

despite everything, désiré remained nice but never flirted back or touched her.

actually, he looked uncomfortable but he was too polite to tell her off.

you, however, were reaching your limit so when everyone got out of the pool to eat, you sat quietly at the table.

désiré sat beside you.

“you okay?”

“perfect.”

he sighed. “you’re not.”

“why don’t you ask camille? she seems to know everything about you.”

“seriously?” his eyebrows lifted and he rubbed his forehead. “baby, come on.”

“don’t baby me.”

his friends immediately became interested in their food.

“i didn’t do anything!”

“you let her touch you all day.”

“i didn’t let her.”

“you didn’t stop her.”

“because i didn’t want to be rude.”

you crossed your arms. “well congratulations, you were very polite.”

for the next hour, you barely spoke and every time she came near him, your mood got worse.

eventually, désiré followed you when you walked away from the group, in a bedroom.

“can we talk?”

“no.”

“yes.”

you turned around. “why are you defending her so much?”

“i’m not defending her.”

“then why are you acting like i’m crazy?”

“you’re acting like i wanted this!”

you opened your mouth then closed it because deep down, you knew he was right but you were still angry.

“she’s been eye-fucking you since she got here and you keep letting her!”

“i hate when she do that shit but i’m not going to cause a scene and ruin the day for my friends. you’re being jealous for no reason.”

“no reason? she literally had her tits pressed against your arm five minutes ago!” you raise your voice a little. “and you just sat there. if it was me with some guy all over me you would lose your mind but when it’s you it’s ‘just being nice’.”

“because i know i didn’t do anything wrong. i kept it respectful and you’re letting her ruin our day because you can’t control your jealousy. i love you but this insecurity is exhausting right now.”

“exhausting? sorry i care when another girl is basically throwing herself at my boyfriend in a bikini,” you snap. “maybe i should just leave you two alone then. go ahead! enjoy her compliments and her hands all over your chest.”

“stop it, i kept looking at you the whole time hoping you’d calm down.”

“well i’m not calm!” you shoot back. “it makes me feel invisible. you always say you hate that attention but when it happens you just go along with it.”

désiré rubs his face, clearly getting more heated. “i do hate it but what do you want me to say to her? ‘back off, my girlfriend is jealous’? that would embarrass everyone including you. i’m trying to handle it like an adult and you’re turning it into a big fight.”

“an adult would have told her nicely to stop touching him,” you counter. “instead you’re playing the nice guy and it’s making me look crazy for being upset.”

“you’re not crazy but you are blowing this way out of proportion,” he says, stepping even closer.

the argument goes back and forth like that, voices getting sharper, both of you breathing heavier with emotion.

every attempt he makes to calm things down only fuels you more as you throw out more examples of her behavior.

“maybe you should go back to your fan the–”

désiré grabs your face with both hands and kisses you, cutting off your words.

you resist for half a second then melt into it, hands in his hair as you kiss him back angrily at first then hungrily.

he walks you backward, kicking the bedroom door shut behind you.

“you’re so fucking annoying when you’re jealous,” he growls against your mouth, pushing you onto the bed. “but it turns me on too.”

your bikini top is gone in seconds. he palms your breasts roughly, pinching your nipples while his mouth attacks your neck, sucking dark marks.

you moan loudly, arching into him as he grinds his hard cock against you through his trunks.

désiré yanks your bikini bottoms down and spreads your legs wide, diving between them with his tongue, licking and sucking your clit with raw hunger.

“désiré– fuck,” you gasp.

he pushes two fingers inside you, pumping them fast and deep while his mouth works you over.

he doesn’t stop until you cum, shaking and crying out his name.

désiré doesn’t give you time to recover and he kicks off his trunks, his thick cock springing free, and climbs on top of you.

in one rough thrust he buries himself completely inside you, groaning loudly.

you claw at his back, moaning with every deep stroke as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your hip hard as he fucks you relentlessly.

“say you know you’re the only one,” he demands, voice husky.

“i’m the only one,” you moan, legs wrapped tight around him.

he kisses you messily, biting your lip as he pounds into you harder.

he flips you onto all fours, pulling your ass up and slamming back inside from behind.

you cum again around him, clenching tight.

désiré follows right after, burying himself to the hilt and spilling deep inside you with a long, broken moan of your name.

you both collapse onto the bed, sweaty and breathing hard.

he pulls you into his chest immediately, kissing your forehead softly, the roughness melting away.

“i’m sorry i didn’t shut her down faster,” he murmurs, stroking your back gently. “you’re the only girl i want. i love you so much.”

you cuddle closer, tracing his abs with your fingers.

“i’m sorry i got so jealous…” you murmurs.

he smiles and kisses you tenderly. “next time i’ll be clearer but damn… angry sex with you is something else.”

if anyone had looked at it, they wouldn’t even have known it was désiré.

the picture had been taken during a dinner a few nights earlier.

the lighting was soft, his face wasn’t visible, and all that could really be seen was his hand resting on yours across the table.

it was the kind of picture hundreds of people posted every day.

except that when you had shown it to him and said you will post it, he had said no again, just like he always did.

at first you hadn’t even argued because you were used to hearing that it wasn’t the right moment, he wanted to protect your privacy, football made things complicated and that people online could be weird.

you had accepted all of that for a long time because you understood his career, the attention and that fame came with things most people never had to think about.

the problem was that somewhere along the way, protecting the relationship had started feeling a lot like hiding it.

and there was a hug difference between protecting it and hiding it.

you had been together for almost two years and yet anyone looking at his social media would think he was single.

there was no trace of you anywhere.

sometimes you wondered if people would even believe you were his girlfriend if you told them and that thought hurt more than you liked admitting because it wasn’t really about instagram. it was about wanting to feel like you existed in his life.

every time he said no, that feeling grew a little stronger so when he refused this photo too, something inside you finally snapped.

the conversation had started calmly, then hurt had appeared after frustration.

months of bottled-up feelings came pouring out all at once and now you were standing in the living room while désiré looked completely confused.

from his perspective, he was doing what he had always done, what he thought was protecting the relationship.

he genuinely didn’t understand why you were upset and that made everything worse.

“it’s not about the photo!” your voice shook.

“then what is it about?”

“you seriously don’t know?”

his brows furrowed because he didn’t.

he knew you were upset and he’d done something wrong. he just didn’t understand what.

“i feel invisible.”

the words hung between you and for the first time he looked genuinely stunned, as if he’d never considered that possibility.

“what?”

“i feel invisible.”

“you aren’t.”

“really?”

he opened his mouth and closed it because suddenly he wasn’t sure.

you folded your arms, trying not to cry.

“you know what’s funny? everyone knows who your teammates, your friends are and everyone knows where you go on vacation.”

his face was falling more and more with every word.

“but apparently me, i’m some kind of secret.”

“that’s not true.”

“it feels true.”

he hated hearing that because he knew you weren’t lying.

he could hear it in your voice and see it in your face. you was hurt. months and months of hurt and suddenly he remembered all the little moments.

all the times you’d looked disappointed when he asked someone not to post a picture, all the times you’d smiled and said it was okay and all the times he’d assumed everything was fine because you never pushed.

he’d been so focused on protecting the relationship that he hadn’t noticed what it was costing you.

“i’m not hiding you.”

“then why does it feel like you are?”

he didn’t have an answer.

every excuse that had always sounded reasonable in his head suddenly sounded weak.

he looked at you and saw the tears you were trying to hold back and the sadness. something inside him twisted painfully.

this was the person he loved feeling unwanted because of him.

“i never wanted you to feel like that.”

“well, i do.”

he felt those words like a punch. he knew how much he loved you, everyone close to him knew. he talked about you constantly, looked for you in every crowd, called you every chance he got and built his entire life around you without even realizing it.

yet the one person who needed to feel that love wasn’t feeling it, which meant he had failed somewhere.

he sat down heavily on the couch suddenly exhausted.

he was finally seeing everything from your perspective and honestly it looked terrible.

if he were you, he’d probably be hurt too.

you stood there, not knowing what else to say.

the fight had burned through all your energy and now all that remained was sadness.

“i think i got so scared of losing this… that i started treating it like something that needed to be hidden.”

that was the first thing he’d said all night that actually felt honest.

“and i didn’t realize i was hurting you.”

you could see it now.

he wasn’t ashamed of you and wasn’t trying to erase you.

he had simply become so obsessed with protecting the relationship from the outside world that he’d forgotten about protecting your feelings inside it.

that realization hurt less than the alternatives. still, it didn’t erase two years of frustration and judging by the guilt on his face, he knew that too.

after been in the usa 5 days for a friendly game against brazil and colombia, désiré barely had time to get through the door before you jumped on him.

“hi, missed you,” he murmured, laughing.

he pressed a slow kiss behind your ear, then another on your neck, taking his time.

“you good?“ he asks cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened.

you turned your head. “yeah.”

then he kissed you properly, tongue teasing yours while his fingers kept playing with your chest. the kiss grew hotter as he tugged your shirt up and off, tossing it somewhere.

his mouth moved down, sucking gently on your neck, then lower, licking and biting softly at your breasts until you were breathing heavier, hips shifting restlessly against him.

“désiré…” you whispered.

he hummed, hands sliding down your sides, hooking into your panties and pulling them off.

he spread your legs wider over his, fingers dipping between your folds, finding you already wet. two fingers circled your clit slowly then slipped inside you, curling just right while his thumb kept the pressure on your clit.

you moaned softly, head falling back on his shoulder as he fingered you lazily, kissing your neck the whole time.

when your legs started trembling he pulled his fingers out, tasted them with a grin, then lifted you like you weighed nothing.

he stood up and pressed you against the nearest wall, mouth crashing into yours again, hungrier now, your legs wrapped around his waist.

he shoved his sweatpants down just enough, cock hard and heavy against you. he rubbed the head along your slick pussy before pushing in slow at first, letting you feel every inch stretch you open.

then he started fucking you properly, deep thrusts that pinned you to the wall, skin slapping, your moans mixing with his low groans.

after you came shaking around him he carried you, still buried inside, out to the balcony. cool night air hit your naked skin as he bent you over the railing.

“desire– not... mmh–” you tried to say while he fucks you from behind with long strokes, one hand rubbing your clit until you came again, louder this time.

back inside he sat you on the kitchen counter, spreading your legs wide. he dropped to his knees first, licking and sucking your pussy, tongue fucking into you, then focusing on your clit until your thighs squeezed his head and you soaked his mouth.

he stood up, wiped his chin, and slid back inside you in one thrust. you held onto his shoulders, nails digging in as he fucked you senseless.

living room floor next, you riding him slow then fast. hallway wall again, this time from behind. bathroom sink, watching in the mirror how he took you, one hand around your throat, the other between your legs.

by the time you reached the bedroom you were a trembling, dripping mess. désiré laid you down gently, climbed over you, and pushed back in deep and slow, forehead pressed to yours.

you clenched hard around him, pulling him over the edge with you. he groaned your name, hips stuttering as he filled you up.

he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest, both of you breathing hard, skin sticky, house completely silent except for your heartbeats.

“next time we start in the shower.” he said with a tired little laugh, kissing your forehead.

désiré wakes you up with slow kisses against your cheek first, then your jaw and finally the corner of your mouth until you smile sleepily under the blankets.

“happy birthday baby.”

your eyes open slowly to find him already looking at you with that expression he only gets in private, holding a tray with breakfast.

you blink immediately.

“you made pancakes?”

“why do you sound surprised?” he looks offended.

“last time you almost burned the kitchen,” you laugh softly while sitting up, and he instantly moves closer, setting the tray down before wrapping an arm around your waist.

he was clingier today, more affectionate like he wants you as close as possible every second.

“you’re not allowed to touch anything today,” he tells you seriously.

“what if i want to?”

“no, you don't.”

he kisses you again before you can argue.

after a few hours, he drives you out near the water, somewhere far from paris where nobody can recognizes him.

the weather is warm enough for you to walk side by side slowly while his fingers stay intertwined with yours the entire time.

you catch him staring at you instead of where he’s walking.

“what?”

“nothing,” he keeps smiling.

the small proud smile like he’s happy just because you’re beside him.

eventually the two of you sit near the water with snacks he bought earlier. you’re talking about something random when he suddenly interrupts you.

“you know i love you, right?”

“i hope so. you’ve spent the whole day attached to me,” you smile softly.

his hand slides against your thigh gently while he watches you.

“i wanted you to feel special today.”

every little thing today has felt intentional.

you lean over and kiss him first this time.

slow enough to make him smile against your lips.

“i do feel special,” you whisper.

his eyes soften instantly.

by nighttime, the two of you are alone at the villa he rented for the evening.

you’re sitting together at the edge of the pool, your legs tangled with his while he absentmindedly rubs circles against your skin completely relaxed.

“best birthday?” he asks quietly.

you look at him. “yeah.”

he smiles immediately then pulls you onto his lap carefully, arms wrapping around your waist while your fingers slide into his damp curls.

this kiss feels slower than every other one today, deeper too.

warm water surrounds you both after slipping into the pool together, your body pressed against his while his hands hold you gently but firmly beneath the surface.

désiré pulls you closer in the pool, your legs wrapping around his waist as the water laps gently around you both.

the villa is completely private, only the soft underwater lights and the moon lighting you up.

his mouth finds yours again, slower, deeper.

the kiss turns hungry fast, his tongue slides against yours while one hand moves down your back, grabbing your ass and pressing you tighter against him.

you can already feel him getting hard under his shorts, pressing right between your legs.

“been waiting to have you like this all day,” he murmurs against your lips.

you roll your hips against him and he groans softly, fingers digging into your thighs.

he walks you back until your back meets the cool tiled wall of the pool, the contrast between the cold tiles and his warm body making you shiver.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, wet curls sticking to his forehead, water running down his neck and chest.

one hand slips between your bodies, fingers pushing your swimsuit bottoms aside.

two fingers glide through your folds, finding you soaked and he breathes out shakily.

you whimper as he circles your clit slowly, then slides one long finger inside you, curling it perfectly. your head falls back and he kisses down your throat, sucking lightly on your skin while he adds a second finger, pumping them deep and steady.

you reach down and palm him through his shorts, stroking his hard cock. he hisses, hips pushing into your hand.

“want you,” you breathe. “now.”

he pushes his shorts down just enough, freeing his cock heavy and flushed as he presses the tip against your entrance. he looks into your eyes while slowly sinking into you, stretching you open until he’s buried deep, both of you moaning at the same time.

the water holds you up as he starts moving, deep rolling thrusts that slide your back against the tiles.

his mouth stays on yours, swallowing your sounds while he fucks you slow.

one hand cups your breast under your swimsuit, thumb brushing your nipple while the other grips your ass, angling you so he can go even deeper.

“you feel so fucking good,” he groans, forehead against yours. “so... made for me.”

your nails dig into his shoulders as your walls start clenching around him. he speeds up, thrusting harder, the wet sound of skin on skin mixing with the water.

“come on,” he whispers against your ear. “want to feel you come on my cock.”

you shatter with a broken moan, orgasm rushing through you, pulsing hard around him. déséré follows right after, burying himself deep with a low groan, hips stuttering as he fills you up.

you stay locked together for a long moment, breathing hard in the warm water. he kisses you softly, hands stroking your back, can’t stop touching you.

“happy birthday,” he murmurs against your lips, smiling.

“thank you,” you laugh breathlessly and kiss him again, already feeling him twitch inside you.