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you practically want to rip your eyes out because literally anything is better than seeing kaiser flexing his muscles.

whether it be accidental—like walking in on him while he is in-front of his ungodly-sized mirror (why does it need to be so big bro like CALM DOWN), or perhaps turning your head to see him subconsciously flex his arms while on his phone or he’s taking an unreasonable amount of pictures of them. your normal response is to stare for a good second before turning away with the look of second-hand embarrassment written all over your face.

or he willingly just shoves his biceps on your face—basically bragging about his strength. even worse when he shows you his left arm (which is almost every time he decides to harass you), his tattoo uneven as his muscles begin to form. and the most likely case of being flashed by his muscles would be him sending them over text—circling back to when you catch him taking pictures because that’s one of the reasons why he chooses to do so (other than just having them in his camera role for… keepsake).

“micha… please stop doing that.” you’re groaning out when he—once again—blocks your view from your phone with his arm. you try your best to look over it so you can get back to watching the video you were so invested in but he annoyingly moves it so all you can see is his biceps.

but i’m not not only talking about his arm muscles—his legs too.

they’re extremely hard not to look at, even when he isn’t even intentionally showing them to you. him being football player and all, you’d expect really nice legs and he does have that—and better. it’s not like it can’t get repetitive either though. because again, you still want to hide your eyes when he willingly does show you his legs.

“you’re going to crush my thighs.” you whine when kaiser thinks its so funny and so comfy to stretch his heavy calves onto your lap when he’s laying on your couch. splayed out without an inch of regret, not even bothering to look up from the book he’s reading and he only chuckles before going nonchalant again. what the fuck is wrong with this man.

you asked him numerous times why he does it (or why he does anything atp) and his response would always be a shrug.

his true answer is to show his authority. its a trait he can’t get rid of because he thinks if he doesn’t flex his strength—he’s going to be doubted again, he’s going to be taken advantage of again. even with you, he can’t stop the feeling of needing to show his strength, both mentally and physically. but of course he loves you, apart from showing his power, he just likes annoying you (with love)!

They're sitting on the couch watching tv (hockey) and Ilya's tucking his hand down the front of Shane's shorts to cup the heat of his cunt. He doesn't bother with underwear much at the cottage because it's become pretty pointless. Ilya's just absent-mindedly rubbing Shane's clit between his fingers, occasionally rubbing through his folds, but he's 100% focused on the tv. Shane's squirming, still trying to pay attention and not be distracted by how fucking wet he's getting and now his pussy is making slick sounds as Ilya is just playing with it like a fidget. Ilya makes some comment on the game playing in front of them as if his hand isn't currently soaked with Shane's pussy juice. Shane can't even remember who's playing. He starts rocking his hips, trying to hump against the rough pads of Ilya's fingers. Ilya's still ignoring him. [Author's Note: at this point I have just fucking inhaled my coffee and sprayed it all across my office desk, maybe i should not be hornyposting at work, nevertheless I shall continue.] Ilya slips two fingers down into Shane's cunt, just holding them there, keeping them wet and warm. Shane is desperately pushing down on them, angling his hips to try get the fingers where he needs them, fucking himself on ilya's hand. He's not even trying to watch the game anymore, grunting and whining as he chases his own orgasm. But he can't fucking get it! No matter how hard he tries he can't get the right angle. All of a sudden Ilya crooks his fingers, subtle as a twitch, right on the spot that makes shane lose his vision and he's coming, squirting all over Ilya's hand and onto the floor. When his vision returns and his ears stop ringing he notices that Ilya hasn't even moved, hand still cupping his now dripping cunt, and is in fact even more engrossed in the game that's now gone into shootout. When the game ends minutes later, and Shane has somewhat caught his breath, Ilya pats his pussy, retrieving his hand and says "Good game," with a wink. Shane makes him clean up the mess and he does so dutifully with a smirk.

- @tearsofshane 😇 (this was so fun and my desk is sticky now yay)

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