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ness has always played his part, loyal, obedient, smiling at kaiser's side like a well trained puppy. he listens, he nods, he laughs when kaiser smirks and says something slick about you, about how you'll be his soon, about how you already are, in spirit, of course.

but behind that smile, ness is rotting.

every day it's the same. kaiser lounging in the locker room, phone in hand, eyes glazed over as he scrolls through your socials. "look at this one," he'll say, shoving the screen into ness's face like it's some rare piece of art. "tell me she wouldn't look perfect in my jersey." and ness will nod, force a laugh. "yeah. totally, kaiser."

his king, his rival, his torment, all in one.

because ness follows you too. secretly, obsessively. he's liked every photo, saved most of them. his burner account is full of blurry screenshots of your lives, your selfies, your silly story posts. he knows when you wake up, when you post your fortnite wins, when you're with friends, he reads the captions like scripture.

and one day, he slips. just a little. one harmless comment from his real bastard münchen account, "stunning as always", followed by a heart. he thought nothing would come of it.

but then you respond.

"thank you."

with a heart.

and that's all it takes. kaiser's phone clatters against the floor as his head whips toward ness like a wolf catching a scent, the room goes dead silent, tension already heavy and brewing in the air.

"what the fuck is that?" kaiser hisses, holding up his now cracked phone like it's poisoned underneath his finger tips. "you're commenting on her posts now? what did i tell you?"

ness swallows hard. "it was just a comment—"

"and she replied," kaiser growls, stepping forward, eyes wild. "you think that means something? you think she wants you?"

ness doesn't answer. because yes. yes, he does.

and that's when kaiser loses it.

kaiser's eyes darken as he takes a step closer, his chest rising and falling with each breath, a fire brewing behind his gaze. he doesn't even need to say anything, his presence alone feels suffocating enough, like he's physically trying to drag the air out of the room with his bare hands. the confidence that once radiated from him is replaced by something colder and sharper, like a predator circling its frightened prey.

"you're fucking obsessed," kaiser snaps, his voice low and tight with anger. "you think you can just... talk to her like that? you think she's yours too?"

ness stands still, his heart hammering in his chest. he doesn't know whether he's scared or excited, or maybe both. his chest aches with the weight of it all, because deep down, he's known this was coming. he's always known.

kaiser closes the distance between them, his fingers curling into a fist at his side, almost as if he's holding back from grabbing him by the collar and shaking him. "don't you dare fucking go near her. she's mine, and i will bury anyone who thinks they have can have a claim on her."

the words hit ness like a punch to the gut. because he already feels like he's buried under kaiser's shadow, constantly fighting for his place and attention. but now, with kaiser's possessiveness bleeding into every word he speaks, that shadow feels suffocating. the jealousy radiates off him like heat from a fire, and ness knows, this is more than just friendly competition.

kaiser's hands grip his shoulders, a possessive touch, like he's marking his territory, and ness feels the tension snap. he should try to defuse the situation, back track and fall back into his place behind him, but he doesn't. because for a split second, he feels a rush of excitement. the kind of twisted thrill that comes when you're in the presence of someone who truly has power over you.

"don't forget your place," kaiser warns, his voice dropping to a whisper, his lips almost brushing ness's ear. the words are sharp, threatening, but there's something deeper in them, something darker. "she'll choose me. she'll always choose me. you'll never be enough."

for a moment, neither of them moves. the world outside seems to fade as the weight of kaiser's words presses down on them both. but then, just as quickly as the tension built, kaiser pulls back, his face flickering with the usual cocky smirk, like he hadn't just sent a shiver down ness's entire body.

"keep your distance from her." he spits, his eyes flashing one last time before he walks away, leaving ness standing there, his chest still tight, mind racing with a hundred different thoughts.

ness stares after him, his lips pressing together in a thin line. deep down, something in him flares, something defiant. he's not giving up, not now, not when he's this close.

"i'm sorry, kaiser..." he mutters under his breath, knowing full well he's only just beginning.

after his heart slows down, ness stares at his phone for a long time. his thumb hovers over your profile, the one he knows too well, every post, every caption, every moment you've chosen to share with the world. you're a star, a rising icon from japan, a striker with sharp reflexes and the kind of raw instinct that leaves defenders in the dust. you don't just play soccer, you devour the field and your opponents.

and him? he's just a midfielder living in someones shadow. invisible, always second place, even to his own king.

he doesn't know what gives him the courage. maybe it's the way kaiser had looked through him earlier like he was nothing, maybe it's the way your latest post showed you lounging on your couch with a kitten as if you were a normal high school girl and not on everyone's radar.

but he opens your dms anyways.

"hey. just wanted to say you're incredible on the field. i've been watching your games for a while now. i'm alexis, i play for bastard münchen."

he stares at the message, heart pounding. he knows you probably won't reply. you don't engage with fans. you barely respond to kaiser, and he's famous enough to get anything he wants. ness...? he's nothing. just a guy leaving little hearts in your comments section.

he hits send anyway, then tosses his phone on the bed like it burned him.

ten minutes pass.

then fifteen.

he grabs his water bottle and chugs half the contents, pretending it doesn't matter if you reply or not. he tells himself you won't respond, that it was stupid to try. you don't know who he is. hell, you probably don't even know his name.

but then,

bzzzt

his phone lights up, and he snatches it before the screen can dim.

[leavemealone] hi. bastard munchkin sucks but ur kinda cute ig

his breath catches. he blinks once, then again, to make sure he's reading it right. it's short, but it's not distant like he was expecting, not like how you treat most people who beg for a piece of your attention online, not like how you treat kaiser as if he were the dirt under your nails.

his heart stumbles in his rib cage.

he sits there, stunned, replaying the message over and over in his head. you replied to him. his lips curl into a slow, uncertain smile. it's small at first, then it grows into that signature cupids bow of his, his eyes creasing.

he types it before he can think too hard, hits send, and waits again.

but this time, he's hopeful. maybe... maybe you do know his name.

he doesn't have to wait too long before his phone dings.

your reply was short once again, as if typing was more of a chore to you. but to him, it might as well have been a confession of love.

[leavemealone] i don't reply unless i get something out of it. what's ur number?

his breath hitched. his hands hovered over his phone, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. his room suddenly felt too hot, his hoodie clung to his back, his thighs pressed together under the desk as a flush rushed up his neck.

you. you. the girl kaiser never shut up about. the girl ness had watched on the screen like some unreachable deity, always so composed, unreadable online, ignoring thousands of comments, liking none of them. he'd left messages beneath nearly all your posts, never thinking he'd even get a glance, not from someone like you, not from someone who played like that, who moved like that on the field.

and yet here you were, messaging him, entertaining him.

he gripped his hair, a strangled noise escaping his throat as he sank lower in his chair, staring at the screen. kaiser couldn't know. he would lose it, he would kill him.

but that made it all the more exciting.

trembling, ness typed out his number and hit send before he could second guess it. then he sat there, back hunched, thighs clenched, heart thudding in his chest like he'd just scored a goal in a packed stadium. he didn't expect anything after that. maybe you'd ghost him, maybe it was a joke, maybe he dreamed it.

but his phone buzzed, and then again.

[unknown] hey this you?
[unknown] try not to waste my time

he nearly screamed into his pillow.

ness curled inward, gripping the phone to his chest, body burning with adrenaline. you hadn't blocked him, you hadn't laughed, you were talking to him, him, like he was someone.

and for once, he didn't feel like a shadow. not behind kaiser. not behind anyone.

he bit his lip, typing carefully, like every word could tip the balance between his dream and his demise.

"yeah it's me. alexis. alexis ness from bastard münchen. uh... big fan of yours. you're incredible on the field."

his finger hovered over the send button. then, with a quiet breath, he tapped it and waited.

minutes passed before he heard back.

[name] yeah, i know who you are.
[name] i just wanted to see what you'd do to keep me talking.

ness blinked, and then his entire body lit up like he'd been plugged into a wall socket. he was sweating, with his knees pulled up to his chest and his face as pink as his hair.

kaiser could never find out.

he typed back with trembling fingers, heart in his throat.

"anything you want. anything. just say it."

his phone buzzed again almost instantly, as if you were waiting.

[name] good
[name] don't bore me like ur king

ness whimpered.

this was dangerous, but he was already in too deep.

ness has never been good at hiding things, his emotions stick to his face like wet paint. still, for weeks now, he's managed to keep the secret curled beneath his smile, buried behind his loyalty to kaiser. every hair brushing, every tactic meeting, every time he hears the king sigh your name like a curse, he swallows down the ache and nods, smiles, obeys.

but when the cameras are off and the locker room's gone quiet, he slips his phone from his pocket and sees your name light up his screen.

[pretty] still awake?

he always is when it's you.

sometimes it's harmless, compliments, teasing, casual conversations about soccer. sometimes it's heavier, like when you told him about the exhaustion that came from being young and already a name the world whispers about. and other nights... it's different. a little electric.

[pretty] you're cute when you smile
[pretty] let me see again?

and he does. he sends photos with soft lighting and sleepy eyes, messy curls falling over his forehead. you always react, never cold, sometimes you even call him pretty boy. sometimes you tell him you'd bench kaiser if it meant having him as your midfielder.

it's not love... not quite yet.

but it's something, and it's enough to keep him dreaming.

so when the announcement hits, bastard münchen vs some unknown team in japan, ness feels it like water down his spine.

he's going to japan. he's going to see you.

you, in real life. no screen, no distance, just pure, raw and real you.

kaiser is elated, rambling for days about how 'the stars are aligning,' spinning plans of sweeping you off your feet the second he steps off the plane. ness just listens, nodding, curling his fists behind his back. he doesn't say anything when kaiser brags about how he'll finally make you his.

but in the quiet of his own room, ness sends you a message.

"i'll be in japan next week. can i see you?"

you read it, and the typing bubbles appear.

[my love] maybe. if you're alone

his face heats up. he grips the edge of his desk and lets out a shaky breath.

he doesn't tell kaiser, he doesn't fucking dare.

but in his heart, the game's already started, and this time, he's not just passing the ball to his king and keeping his head lowered.

he's playing for you.

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the team lands in japan, and despite the fact that they're there for a match against some no name local team, ness is almost vibrating with excitement. it's not because of the game, he already knows they're going to demolish them. no, it's because japan means you, and he's finally here, finally getting closer.

the game was indeed a slaughter, just as expected. and after such a humiliating defeat of a match that will definitely set japanese soccer back five years, ness sat on the bench, still flushed from the win, his skin glistening with sweat under the buzzing lights of the locker room. bastard münchen had wiped the field with that team. 3-0. effortless and easy, a match not worth celebrating, and honestly, not even worth the 14 hour trip over. kaiser had already peeled off his shirt and was pacing near the mirror, ranting to himself about how boring the match was, or how the defenders were nothing.

it was a total embarrassment, but no one on bastard münchen felt even the slightest bit bad about it. not even ness, who begins pulling off his cleats slowly, trying not to look too out of place. the rest of the guys are still celebrating, but his mind isn't here.

he'd played well, sure. assisted kaiser with two of his goals, did his job, passed when be had to. but all that mattered, really, truly mattered, was the notification that just lit up his screen once his phone tumbled from his locker.

[my love] nice game. enjoying japan so far? let's meet when you have time.

his heart thumped stupidly in his chest, and for a second, he just stared at the message, reading it over and over as if you might delete it and change your mind. you had actually messaged him first this time, normally he has to send you some kind of selfie for even a bit of engagement.

"whenever you want me. just say when." he replies.

"what are you doing?" kaiser's voice cuts through the locker room noise, snapping ness from his daydream. he quickly hides his phone, shoving it in his pocket, but not before his heart skips a few beats in his chest.

"oh, nothing. just a friend congratulating me on the win." ness lies smoothly, trying to sound casual. it's an excuse and he knows it, but it's the easiest thing to say.

kaiser raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't press further. instead, he scoffs, shaking his head with a smirk.

"who are you trying to fool, ness? i'm your only friend and you know it," he says, voice dripping with the same confidence and arrogance he always carries. he gestures vaguely at the rest of the team behind him. "whatever. just stay focused and don't get off track. i don't need any dead weight."

ness doesn't flinch, doesn't argue. he knows better than to challenge kaiser on his territory. as long as he's obedient, as long as he does what kaiser wants on the field, kaiser couldn't care less about the rest of his life. it's the perfect setup for him, and for now, ness is willing to play along.

"yes, of course, kaiser." ness mutters, barely paying attention as he taps the phone in his pocket again, checking the text once again.

after the team dinner at one of tokyo's most high end restaurant, the players were all full, some nursing drinks, others yawning from the long day. the buzz of the day still lingered, but it had been a tiring stretch for the whole team, and the jet lag was beginning to creep in. everyone shuffled back to the hotel, a luxurious five star building that looked like it was built with straight money in mind, marble floors, dark wood accents and floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city skyline.

as usual, kaiser and ness shared a room, and as always, it was a luxury suite, because kaiser expected nothing less. the room was spacious, with two single beds across from each other. kaiser's was already neatly made with a smooth, expensive duvet, while ness tossed his bag lazily on the other side of the room before stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. he was tired, sure, but his mind was still buzzing, mainly about you.

"go ahead, use the bathroom first." ness said, letting kaiser pass. he didn't mind waiting, he'd done it a hundred times before. kaiser barely acknowledged him as he shuffled toward the bathroom, throwing a brief glance at his reflection in the mirror as he adjusted his hair and shut himself behind the door.

while he took his time in the shower, ness unfolded the spare set of clothes he had brought for him, neatly folding them and placing them on his bed, just like he always did. such a simple task was almost enough to distract him momentarily, but soon it gets too much, and his mind is back on you.

the message earlier in the day still repeats in his head, the excitement of meeting you face to face, of getting closer to you. he could barely hold back the excitement of it all.

a few minutes later, kaiser emerged from the steaming bathroom, his damp hair slightly messy as he donned a sleek robe and casually tossed the towel over the door. he didn't even glance at ness as he slipped into his night clothes (19Momme Pure Silk Printed Classic Binding Trim Womens Pyjama Set SilkSilky) before plopping down and pulling his sleep mask over his eyes. his usual routine, completely self absorbed as always.

the silence between them was almost suffocating as the room settled into the quiet hum of the city outside. ness remained still on his bed, shoes still on, staring up at the ceiling, a knot of anticipation growing in his chest. he needed to see you.

"good night, kaiser." ness muttered quietly into the darkness of the room, but there was no immediate reply. all he got was a small, dismissive hum from the other side. he wasn't even sure if kaiser was still awake, but that was normal. he was always in his own world, focused on whatever had his attention at the moment... which happened to be a looped interview of yours from months ago, next to his pillow and playing from his phone speaker.

and ness.... it was hard to shake the feeling that he was already slipping into something dangerous. the obsession, the need to be near you, he had to have it, and if it meant playing along with kaiser's ridiculous idea of who was 'worthy' of you, then so be it. he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that.

he lay there in his bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the low hum of kaiser's breathing to become steady. the city outside was still buzzing, but the noise didn't bother him. he'd gotten used to it over the years, the constant ringing, the lights, the distant sounds of life going on. it felt normal in a way, like everything was moving faster than it needed to, but he was fine with it.

when he finally heard kaiser's breathing settle into the soft sounds of sleep, he slipped out of bed quietly. he gathered his things, his phone, wallet, id, and stood still for a second, just listening. the only sounds was the faint hum of the air conditioning and the soft shuffle of kaiser's body turning over in his bed.

ness took one last glance at the sleeping figure before he opened the door and slipped out into the hallway, which was thankfully empty, with the soft glow of the hotel's recessed lights guiding him down to the lobby.

the lobby was quiet too, almost too quiet. japan was nothing like germany. the streets were alive, full of noise and movement. ness had grown used to the buzz of the city, but right now, it felt like everything was waiting for him. like someone was waiting for him.

ness stayed leaned against the hotel wall, head tilted back, eyes half-lidded as the city moved around him in streaks of motion and light. his thumb hovered over his phone screen, the cold of the night creeping under his sleeves, but he barely noticed.

"are you still awake?"

he stared at the message after hitting send, half expecting nothing. maybe you were asleep, maybe you were busy, maybe you'd forgotten your invitation.

but his screen lit up before he could spiral further.

[my love] yeah

his heart thudded. no delay this time, and it made him smile, a small, soft curve that barely reached his eyes, but it was real. he didn't even need to type, he had his response copied and ready to paste.

"tell me where i can see you."

he didn't dress up for you, he didn't feel like he needed to. a hoodie over his shirt, dark joggers, messy hair flattened from running his fingers through it so many times, but somehow, none of it mattered, because it was you. he just wanted to see you, not as a fan, not through a screen, not with kaiser in the spotlight always two steps ahead.

tonight was different. it was his turn.

he watched the screen, the typing bubble flashing in and out, as if you were deciding what to say, until finally your reply came through. you'd sent him a location, some high rise in the middle of the city.

he stared at the address for a second, brows pulling together. it was further than he thought, deeper into the city, somewhere bright and crowded and alive probably. his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he stared at the pin, a weird mix of nerves and hope tangled up in his chest.

"how will you get there?" he typed out quick. "do you live far away? if you do, i can just catch a bus to your house."

didn't really matter how, didn't matter what time it was or how far he had to go, he just needed to see you, like, now. the way he felt pulled toward you was stupid at this point, like something had hooked into his chest and dragged him along every time you so much as liked his message.

he hesitated for half a second, thumb hovering over the screen. your reply came back almost instantly.

[my love] lex just come. it's cold out here

ness stared, his heart hammering. just come?

that was all he needed. he turned and almost broke out into a jog. didn't know what he was going to say, but also didn't care. he wasn't about to waste another second, he wasn't going to let kaiser have all the attention.

tonight, you were his.

and god, he was going insane.

sprinting through the city like something out of a fever dream, hoodie half falling off his shoulder, joggers clinging to his legs, sneakers hitting pavement way too loud. he dodged couples holding hands, weaved around street cones, nearly wiped out and ate shit when he took a corner too fast. his phone buzzed directions through the gps, screen glowing in his palm, and he barely missed crashing into a signpost when he glanced down too long.

he didn't care. not about the stares, not about the ache starting to throb in his knees, not about how unhinged he probably looked. his lungs burned, heart thudding so hard it hurt, but he didn't stop. he ran like he didn't know how to do anything else, like he was wired straight to your voice and every step dragged him closer.

you told him to come.

so he did. like an obedient dog would his owner.

every green light pissed him off, every time he had to stop at a crosswalk felt like punishment. but then finally, fucking finally, he saw it.

the building was tall, all sleek glass and sharp corners, glowing under the city lights. he stood there for a second at the base, doubled over with his hands on his knees, hoodie damp with sweat and his breath coming out in loud, uneven gasps. a ten minutes sprint with no breaks.

his phone buzzed in his hand.

[my love] come up to the rooftop

ness wiped his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, not even thinking before stuffing the phone in his pocket and heading inside, heart still racing, but now for a whole different reason.

when ness finally stepped out onto the roof after the most long and agonising elevator ride of his life, his breath caught in his throat.

you were standing there, casually leaning against the railing, the night sky stretching out above you, lit up by the distant glow of the city. the lights below twinkled like stars, but none of them compared to how you looked in that moment, your nose slightly lighter from the cold, the soft glow of the moon catching on your features. you were real.

and for a second, he couldn't breathe.

he had spent so much time thinking about you, fantasizing about this moment, but seeing you standing there, in the flesh, it was overwhelming. his eyes darted to the way the wind tugged at the edges of your jacket, how effortlessly beautiful you were. he took in the details, the way your eyes flicked over to him, like you had been waiting for him the whole time.

and then there was the way his heart hammered in his chest, so fast and frantic that it made his palms sweat. he had no idea what to do, how to act. part of him felt like he should apologize for showing up so... frantic, but another part of him just wanted to take in the moment.

the moment he had earned.

"you..." he stuttered, then cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. "you look... exactly like i thought."

his voice cracked slightly, and he hated how it betrayed him, but he couldn't help it. this was you, the girl from kaiser's world, the girl who had been so far away, and now, right here in front of him, it felt like a dream.

"told you i would." you said with that same smooth confidence that he'd come to know through text, your voice laced with a teasing tone. you stepped closer, your gaze never leaving him. it was enough to make his head spin. "you gonna just stand there, or...?"

he almost laughed at himself, this was the exact moment he had imagined in his mind over and over again, and yet, now that it was happening, he felt completely unprepared. all he could do was take a hesitant step toward you.

"you're..." he swallowed hard, his mind racing. "you're even more beautiful in person."

you hummed, clearly amused by his reaction, and the confidence you radiated only added to his awe. he was completely, hopelessly entranced, and he couldn't look away. everything else, the city, the sky, the time, didn't matter. it was just the two of you now in this moment, and he was never going to let it go.

he finally closed the distance, standing just a little too close than kaiser would ever allow, his breath shaky and trying to keep it together, but he didn't care anymore. everything he wanted was right there in front of him, and now, he was going to make it real.

"kiss me."

he says breathlessly, barely above a whisper as he steps closer. one hand reaches out to grip the railing beside you, steadying himself, like he's afraid he'll collapse otherwise.

you blink owlishly at him, slightly caught off guard by how raw his voice sounds. "hm?"

his eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up. his chest is rising and falling too fast, his usual smile replaced with something desperate.

"please, liebling..." he murmurs again, his voice cracking just slightly when his eyelashes flutter under the breeze.

"please, just kiss me..."

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the room was dark, save for the city lights spilling through the heavy hotel curtains. the hum of tokyo below buzzed faintly in the silence. ness pushed open the door as quietly as he could, cheeks pink, lips slightly swollen, and hoodie collar still a little crumpled from where your fingers had fisted it earlier.

kaiser was already sitting up in his bed, legs under the covers, eye mask pushed to his forehead, hair still damp from his late night bath. his icy blue gaze locked onto ness the moment he stepped in, eyes instantly sharp and accusing.

"you're glowing." kaiser said flatly.

ness blinked, trying to act casual, even though his heart was still beating out of his chest. "what was that?"

"you heard me. where the fuck were you?" kaiser's voice was low and pointed, like he already knew the answer but needed to hear it, needed to hear the betrayal spill from ness's mouth.

ness glanced away, dropped his phone onto the nightstand, and started untying his shoes. "please just let it go... i wanna sleep."

"you don't just sneak out, come back looking like that, and say you wanna sleep."

ness didn't answer. didn't even look at him.

"was it her?"

silence.

"i said drop it," ness muttered finally, pulling his hoodie over his head and folding it a little too neatly on the edge of his bed. his hands were trembling. not from fear, but guilt, maybe. guilt that he liked the way your lips tasted more than he should.

"ness." kaiser warns.

"kaiser," ness replies softly, voice tight now, eyes finally meeting his. "please... don't make me say something i can't take back."

for a second, kaiser stays silent. just for a second, the only thing between them was the low hum of the air conditioner and the ache of two people standing on the edge of something violent.

ness turned away first, slipping under his sheets and facing the wall. "goodnight." he murmured, voice barely there.

kaiser doesn't let it go.

he sits in the silence for a moment, eyeing ness's back with that simmering rage he masks behind a slow snarl. the way ness is pretending to sleep, it pisses him off. like he's untouchable, like he didn't just come back drenched in you.

"ness."

no answer.

"ness."

he kicks his leg over the side of the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. ness stays curled up, still as stone, thinking that maybe if he doesn't move, then kaiser will forget he was there.

but kaiser stands and pads across the room.

"get the fuck up."

ness shifts, lifting his head and squinting up like he just woke. "what is it, kaiser?"

the blond haired boy doesn't answer with words. instead, he grabs a fistful of ness's shirt and yanks him upright so fast it nearly knocks the breath out of him. his voice a low and guttural growl.

"...i can fucking smell her on you."

ness's eyes widen for a split second, just a flicker, but he forces himself to recover fast, lightly scoffing under his breath. "what are you even saying..?"

kaiser's eyes, blown wide, blue like ice, don't blink, don't flutter. his fingers curl tighter in the fabric at ness's chest.

"you think i wouldn't notice?" his words are venom, spat through clenched teeth. "you think you could sneak around behind my back and touch her, mine, like i wouldn't fucking know? like i wouldn't fucking feel it?"

ness swallows, still trying to play calm, but kaiser's grip is shaking, trembling, like the rage in him is barely chained by his own restraint.

"you're being unreasonable," he says weakly. "she... she doesn't even like you like that."

kaiser's hand flies up before either of them register it, cracking across ness's face with a hard, echoing slap.

ness stumbles back against the wall, blinking through the sting, jaw clenched. but he doesn't immediately apologise, doesn't beg for forgiveness like he would any other day. he just stares, his breathing slow.

kaiser steps in closer, chest heaving. "you touched her. i fucking know you did. i see it in your face. i fucking smell her on your clothes."

his voice lowers into something almost desperate. something obsessed. "...tell me what she said," he mutters. "what did she say about me?"

ness says nothing.

he won't give him that. he can't.

but he's starting to understand, kaiser's not just jealous. he's obsessed, dangerous, and if he ever finds out you chose ness, there's no telling what he'll do.

ness's voice drops to a haunted whisper, eyes avoiding kaiser's burning stare.

"...she wasn't even thinking of you."

the words hang heavy between them. silence presses in, thick and suffocating. ness's chest tightens, guilt gnawing at him. he's loyal, fiercely. kaiser's shadow follows him everywhere, his expectations are high. but still... you.

he can't stop thinking about you. every text, every late night chat, it's like a drug in his veins. the way you laugh over the phone, the way you challenge him when he gets that small bit of confidence from your praise. it's alluring, it's magnetic, and no matter how much he tries to shut it down, to stitch up the growing tear between him and his king, you pull him closer than ever before without even having to try.

kaiser's eyes narrow, scanning ness's face like he's searching for a crack, a weakness. ness finally wants to speak, to explain without admitting the full, raw truth, that his mind drifts to you even when kaiser's watching. that when kaiser is thinking about you, then he most likely is too. that his heart twists in ways he hates but craves at the same time.

but words won't come. instead, he swallows hard, leans his head back against the cold wall, and lets the silence stretch.

because the truth? ness knows there's no winning this fight. not with kaiser, and not with himself.

in the end, kaiser always wins. that's has its been since he's known him, and how it always will be.

kaiser steps closer, shirt wrinkled from tossing in bed, jaw clenched so tight it's a wonder it doesn't crack.

"where did you touch her?" his voice is low and dangerous. he's not yelling, and that's even worse. instead it's a quiet and poisonous tone.

ness doesn't answer, and his eyes drop to the floor.

"did you kiss her?" kaiser's breath hitches, a raw edge breaking through his words.

"did you..." he scoffs, dragging a hand through his disheveled, blonde hair, "fuck, ness... did you do more?"

he's pacing now, like a lion in a cage, the marble floors of the luxury suite catching the glow of the city beyond the windows.

"what made you think you could?" he snarls, stopping in front of him again, not yet finished. "what made you think she'd want you?"

ness's chest rises and falls rapidly. part of him wants to apologize, to shrink, to pretend this isn't happening, but the rest of him burns. because even if he didn't mean for it to happen... you wanted him there. it wasn't just some fantasy. it was real.

you were real.

kaiser stares at him, face twisted in disbelief. "you're just the assist. the supporting cast. i am the one she wants. me."

ness lifts his eyes. tired, bruised from guilt, but unyielding.

"...she probably forgot how to pronounce your name."

kaiser freezes, his jaw ticks, rage simmering in his chest like lava behind thin glass.

"say that again." he whispers.

ness doesn't. he doesn't have to because the look in his eyes says it all.

ness swallows hard, then blurts out, voice barely more than a whisper, "she kissed me first."

kaiser's eyes snap wide open, like he's been punched in the gut. his breath hitches, then comes out ragged and sharp, "what the fuck did you just say to me?"

"i said she kissed me," ness repeats, voice cracking a little. "not the other way around. she wanted me, i-i swear.."

kaiser's face twists, rage flooding every inch of him. he storms forward, grabbing ness by the collar, yanking him close until their noses almost touch.

"you think she'd ever want you before me?" he spits, voice shaking with fury. "i had to fucking beg her for a kiss. beg, ness! i was on my knees, on the goddamn floor, begging her to even look at me. you think she just hands that shit out to everyone? think my girl would stoop so low?"

he shoves ness hard against the wall, his eyes wild, breathing heavy like he's about to explode.

"and you... you just walked in and took what's mine? what the hell makes you think that's okay?"

ness sways, but keeps eye contact, heart pounding. somewhere under that anger is something else, hurt, jealousy, desperation. kaiser's obsession isn't just possessive. it's breaking him apart from the inside, clawing its way out yet fighting to stay inside.

"i'm loyal," ness whispers, voice rough. "to you. but i... i want her too."

kaiser's hand is still fisted in ness's collar, rage vibrating in every inch of his body, his lips curled like a wild animal ready to tear into flesh.

but then it rings.

a familiar chime cuts through the simmering heat between them. his personalized ringtone for you. the matching ones he picked himself. the one he made sure you heard every time he called so it'd make you think of him before you'd answer.

his entire body goes still.

he yanks his phone from his pocket, thumb shaking as it hovers over the screen for less than a second before he presses answer. his voice flips, soft, syrupy, desperate.

"liebe," he breathes, turning from ness like he no longer exists, pacing away with his hand cupped over the speaker. "i missed you, what happened? did this clown—" his eyes flick to ness, still pinned against the wall, "did he manipulate you or something?"

he laughs, light and airy but completely unhinged. "it's okay, i know you were confused. you didn't mean to hurt me, right? he's sneaky like that, always too close. he must've said something, lied to you. you'd never just... kiss him like that. not when i've waited so long for you."

he lowers his voice again, all gentle devotion through gritted teeth. "tell me, sweetheart. you still love me, don't you?"

ness stays exactly where kaiser left him, shoulder still pressed to the wall, shirt twisted in front, chest rising and falling in uneven beats. he can't hear what you're saying on the other end, but he can see it. see the way kaiser's pacing gets tighter. see the way his grip on the phone clenches until his knuckles go bone white.

the luxury hotel room is dead silent except for kaiser's low murmurs.

and then his pacing stops. head tilts a little, like he's trying to understand something, or like he can't believe what he just heard. his mouth parts slightly.

"...what do you mean you're not sure?" he asks, voice pitched quiet but sharp, too sharp. his back is still turned, but ness sees the twitch in his shoulders, the way his fingers push into his temple like he's trying to stop his brain from splitting open from his skull.

"...you kissed him, sweetheart," kaiser continues, breath ragged like he's just run ten miles. "you kissed him. how could you not be sure?"

ness shifts, guilt like bile in his throat, but he still can't look away.

kaiser paces again, faster now. his hand is in his hair, tugging once, then twice, then full blown to where a few strands slip between his fingers. "i've given you fucking everything," he whispers, trembling. "i sent you gifts, money, flew to japan for you. i begged for a kiss, fucked you—"

he suddenly slams his palm against the wall beside him, breathing hard.

ness flinches at the loud bang, his eyes zoning in on the small crack underneath kaiser's hand.

kaiser swallows hard and lowers his voice again, desperate and unhinged. "...you're mine, [name]. don't forget, you're mine."

his jaw tightens so hard it ticks beneath his skin. he's still holding the phone like it's the only thing keeping him upright, knuckles bloodless, eyes wide and furious.

ness speaks, finally, voice careful as if talking to a scared cat. "let me talk to her."

kaiser whirls around so fast, his robe fans out behind him like a cape. his eyes fueled and his nostrils flared. "what did you just say?"

he takes a step forward.

"you wanna talk to her?" he spits, holding the phone up like a weapon. "you think you deserve to talk to my girl?"

ness doesn't back away, just lowers his head and stares at the ground.

kaiser's grip shifts, he rears the phone back, like he's going to chuck it straight at ness's stupid face. the screen glows bright in the dark, your name across it, still on call.

but just as the phone leaves his palm—

"put him on."

your voice is a low murmur through the phone speaker that makes kaiser freeze.

the phone wobbles in the air for a second, he catches it just before it can hit the floor, his expression twisted with a mix of shame and disbelief, like he's been caught misbehaving by a higher power.

"...ja, liebe." he breathes, eyes flicking toward ness like he wants to kill him. "only because you asked."

he walks over like it pains him, extends the phone just barely toward ness's chest, careful not to accidentally touch him as if he were a deadly disease.

"don't fucking say anything stupid," he hisses through gritted teeth. "don't ruin her view of you more than you already have."

ness takes the phone with shaking fingers, raises it to his ear, heart thudding out of his chest.

"...hey," he whispers. "it's me."

ness's breath slows, his fingers tighten around the phone as he ducks his head, shoulders curving in like he's trying to make himself smaller under kaiser's laser hot glare.

"hey lexis... you safe?" your voice coos softly through the speaker, sweet, teasing, like you don't even know the storm brewing right in front of him.

or maybe you do.

his lips twitch into a small, dazed smile despite everything.

"...yeah," he breathes out, voice barely above a whisper. "yeah, i'm safe."

kaiser's pacing again, back and forth across the room, jaw clenched, hands flexing at his sides like he's itching to rip the phone away and launch it through a window. his stare doesn't leave ness for even a second.

ness lowers his voice even more, turning slightly toward the wall like that'll shield him from the heat of kaiser's fury.

"you make it back okay?" he murmurs, soft, like the entire world has been reduced to the sound of your voice. if the phone had a cord he'd be twirling it.

"mmhm," you hum back. "i miss you already. you looked so cute tonight."

his knees nearly buckle.

kaiser nearly explodes. fuck, he heard that.

"cute?" he echoes, like the word is acid in his mouth. "cute?"

"tell her you were with me all day, tell her you were too busy being my fucking lapdog to look cute!"

ness doesn't even flinch. he just keeps the phone pressed to his ear, barely blinking.

"...he's mad," he says into the speaker, voice still gentle. "jealous."

"let him be," you say, laughing. "he'll get over it."

ness smiles again, small and flushed.

kaiser doesn't.

ness leans back against the wall, curling the phone tighter to his ear like it's the only lifeline he's got. your voice trickles into him like warm honey, so sweet it's dangerous, so casual it's lethal to his poor heart.

"you looked real good under the moonlight, you know," you say, all smooth and knowing. "i wasn't even paying attention to what you were saying, was too busy staring into your eyes."

kaiser chokes on air.

"what the fuck—"

ness turns his back to him fully now, curled up against the wall, head dipped low, the faintest hint of a blush crawling up his neck. his voice is soft, breathless when he replies.

"...stop," he whispers, but he doesn't want you to. "he's gonna break something."

"maybe he should," you purr. "i like seeing him lose control. makes it easier to see who's really in charge."

kaiser throws a decorative glass off the minibar, and it shatters loudly. "you— you think this is a game?!"

he storms across the room, yanking his own phone from ness's hand and slamming it back to his ear. he's breathing like a bull, wild eyed and red faced.

"liebe," he pleads, tone warping into that unhinged, desperate sweetness he only uses with you, "come here, come to the hotel. right now."

you sigh lazily on the other end. "why? i just got home."

"so i can explain," he bites, trying not to sound as broken as he feels. "so you can see who's been here from the start. who's yours. not him. me."

you're silent for a second, before your voice slips through the phone.

"...will you be on your knees when i walk in?"

kaiser sucks in a sharp breath.

"...if that's what it takes."

ness exhales, jaw clenched, his nails digging into his palm.

you yawn quitely, but kaiser hears it, and his ear twitches. "...fine, text me the building name and room number."

the call ends, and in the thick, choking silence that follows, kaiser doesn't even look at ness. just grabs the nearest cologne on his night stand, sprays it around his pulse points, and straightens his silk shirt in the mirror.

"...clean up," he mutters. "i want her walking into perfection."

ness doesn't move right away.

he watches kaiser through the mirror, the way he runs a hand through his hair with manic intensity, eyes glassy but sharp, obsessed and unblinking. like a man prepping for battle, but wearing expensive cologne instead of metal armor.

"you really think she wants this?" ness mutters, voice low and slightly bitter despite himself. "you're gonna scare her off."

kaiser doesn't even glance back. he adjusts the collar of his night shirt, fixes the cuffs, straightens a wrinkle that doesn't even exist.

"she already wants me," he says coldly. "she just needs a reminder."

ness swallows hard.

"you don't remind someone by forcing it."

kaiser finally turns, slow and predatorily.

"and you don't steal what isn't yours."

ness opens his mouth, but kaiser is already stalking across the room, grabbing a bottle of wine off the cart and pouring it into two glasses, one for him, one for you. still delusional. still convinced this is a romantic evening and not a breakdown waiting to happen... can she even drink? ness wonders.

"you think she came onto you because she wants you?" kaiser scoffs, venom dripping behind a too wide smile. "she's toying with you, using you to get to me. don't confuse mercy for interest, ness."

ness clenches his jaw, hands curling at his sides. he doesn't say it, doesn't say that your kiss felt real, or that the way you laughed under the moonlight felt like something his. not kaiser's, not borrowed.

time stretches awkwardly for a while, ness practically vibrating out of anxiousness, picking at the skin around his nails and biting his lip. and kaiser, who been staring into the mirror and rubbing a hand up and down his jaw.

but then there's it is. a knock on the door.

kaiser's entire posture shifts, like a switch flipping. he smooths his robe again, sprays one last mist of cologne, wipes at the mirror one final time.

"don't say a word," he snaps, voice tight. "let me handle this."

he throws open the door with the poise of a man greeting royalty.

"liebe," he breathes. "you get even more beautiful each time i see you."

and there you are, standing in the soft hotel hallway light, hoodie, sneakers, sleep in your eyes, and a small twitch of your lip that makes everything inside him twist painfully.

you raise an eyebrow.

"...are you wearing silk?"

he steps aside, gesturing you in like it's a castle and not a ticking time bomb. "for you," he says smoothly. "always for you."

behind him, ness leans against the wall, still in his wrinkled shirt your hands were slipping under just hours before, hair tousled, lips parted as you enter. he doesn't say anything, but the look in his eyes says enough. he's not letting go without a fight.

you look around the hotel room like it was just another spot on the map. the wine, the candles, the immaculate layout of snacks and chilled fruit, all of it getting a passing glance, and then your eyes landed back on kaiser.

"uh..." you drag out, tone flat. "you're not on your knees."

he blinks.

ness almost chokes from his spot.

"liebe..." kaiser starts, tone twisting sweet and velvety. "that wasn't... i said that so you'd come over... you know i'd do anything for you, but—"

"then get on your knees." you say it with no real venom, like you're testing him. like you know he'll do it and you just want to see how fast he caves.

kaiser stares at you, lips parted, breathing shallow. his jaw tightens once.

and then he sinks.

slowly, gracefully, knees meeting the rich carpet like it was made for this. like he's done it before, practiced it in his mind a thousand times.

his hands fall into his lap, eyes lifted toward you, not pitiful, but pleading. worshipful. obsessed.

ness turns away, clenching his fists, because he can't fucking stand seeing it, kaiser, the king, kneeling so easily for you. but what haunts him worse is the quiet part of his mind that knows he would do the same thing in a heartbeat.

you let your bag drop to the floor with a soft thud, tilting your head. "...that's more like it."

kaiser smiles, eyes blown wide. "you're fucking perfect." he whispers.

"you're insane." you reply, but you don't immediately leave.

instead, you sit on the edge of one of the beds, slow and lazily, and let your gaze linger on him, still kneeling, still hungry for your approval like a prince begging a throne he was never worthy of.

ness doesn't move at first.

he's still standing by the wall like he's intruding on something intimate, something sacred and twisted and meant only for two. kaiser's still on his knees, looking up at you like you'd hung the stars, eyes full of ache, devotion, delusion, and yet, none of that changes the way your gaze flickers to ness.

softens.

"hi, cutie," you say, sweet as syrup. the kind of tone that makes his heart flutter and his knees almost buckle. you pat the mattress beside you. "come sit with me."

it's said so easily, so warmly, like you hadn't just commanded one of the most famous strikers in the world to kneel like a dog at your feet. like you weren't already holding every ounce of power in the room, and still had enough to give him a piece.

ness hesitates, eyes darting between you and kaiser. he's flushed, sweating slightly, and trying not to look too eager, even though he is. even though his legs are already moving before his brain gives permission.

he crosses the room quietly and sits beside you on the edge of the bed, just a little too straight, a little too nervous. your shoulder brushes his, and he swears his skin lights up.

"good boy..." you hum, like you're talking to a puppy that just obeyed a command.

kaiser's jaw clenches. his fists curl at his sides, still kneeling, barely breathing. you glance down at him with a faint smile.

"you're doing great, michael." you murmur, as if he's the one who should feel grateful to even be acknowledged. then your attention shifts back to ness, completely, fully, like he's the center of gravity now, and when you rest your hand on his knee, he almost forgets how to breathe.

"you hungry?" you ask, voice low, teasing. "we could order something... unless you'd rather feed on my attention."

ness swallows hard. kaiser doesn't speak.

you only just got here, and already, you've got them both on their knees. one literally, the other mentally. and neither of them wants to be anywhere else.

"you look flushed," you murmur, brushing your fingers just barely along his thigh. "nervous, cutie?"

ness lets out a shaky breath, his throat tightening. "a little." he admits, voice small. incredibly humiliated and increasingly turned on, his body betrays him, leaning closer when he shouldn't, wanting more even as kaiser sits on the floor in front you like a disowned pet.

kaiser's hand slides up your calf, slow and possessive, his touch burning, but you don't flinch. you don't even look at him. you just keep looking at ness, your full attention on the boy trembling under your gaze.

"mm, you like sitting this close to me?" you ask, voice low and intimate.

ness nods, cheeks red, lips parted slightly.

"good," you whisper, your fingertips brushing against his collarbone. "i like you next to me."

kaiser's grip tightens on your leg, nails pressing in lightly. he's trying to stay composed, but his breathing is shallow. you can feel the tension radiating off of him, begging to be noticed. to be touched softly like you're touching ness.

but you don't give him anything.

not a glance.

not even a word.

just your soft, honeyed laughter for ness, who looks like he might pass out any second under your praise, but can't stop leaning closer anyway. he's close enough now that you feel the warmth radiating from his skin. his breath is uneven, lips parted, eyes flickering down to your mouth every few seconds like he's too scared to stare too long, but too weak to look away.

you shift slightly, just enough for your thigh to brush against his. his breath catches. kaiser's hand on your leg tenses, but you still don't give him the satisfaction of even a glance. you tilt your chin toward ness instead, voice dropping softer and velvety sweet.

"you're so warm," you whisper, brushing a curl of hair from his forehead. "have you been thinking about me?"

he swallows hard, nodding once, his voice a broken murmur. "all night."

you hum, fingertips ghosting along his jawline before tracing the line of his throat. "i know. you text so sweet... like you miss me even when we just stop talking."

ness shivers. "i do..."

you lean in, lips brushing just beside his ear now. "do you want to kiss me again?"

his breath catches. he nods, eyes fluttering shut, but then kaiser's hand clamps tighter around your leg, the sound of his breath ragged on the floor. he's on the edge, staring at the side of your face like a starved animal, unable to take being ignored for another second.

but you smile against ness's cheek, still not looking at kaiser, still acting like he's not even there.

"tell me," you whisper to ness again. "do you want me?"

ness is trembling. "yes..."

your hand slides up to cup his cheek gently, and you finally press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, just enough to make his entire body jolt like he's been set on fire.

beside you, kaiser makes a low, choked sound.

you still don't turn around.

ness melts the moment your lips press fully to his. his hands hesitate, hovering, shaking, before they finally land on your hips like he's scared to break something precious. the kiss is soft at first, but there's nothing soft about the heat behind it, about the way he leans into you like he's been holding back for weeks. like he's dreamed of this exact moment more times than he'd ever admit.

you tug him closer and he whines, quiet and broken, his fingers tightening around the fabric of your shirt. your other hand cradles his face gently, tilting him just enough to deepen the kiss, and his entire body shudders.

behind you, kaiser's breath catches. then again, then again, like he's hyperventilating.

"n-nein... no, no— stop," he chokes, voice brittle and sharp. "liebe, why... that was supposed to be me—"

you don't stop.

you kiss ness harder, just to spite the shaking in kaiser's voice. ness moans into your mouth, overwhelmed and desperate, and kaiser's vision tunnels.

he staggers forward a bit, hand still on your calf like it's the only thing keeping him sane. his breathing is frantic, a messy series of gasps and stutters, like he's drowning right there in the room.

"why are you doing this to me?" he asks, voice cracking, his grip trembling. "i begged— i fucking begged you for a chance! what about that moment we had, huh? i was fucking knuckles deep inside you!"

you finally break the kiss with ness, your lips still brushing his when you whisper something into his mouth. his eyes flutter open, dazed, lips kiss bruised, breathing shallow. and kaiser? he looks like you just slit something open inside him.

he lulls back, falling on his ass and using his hands to hold his torso up. "you're mine," he whispers. "you're supposed to be mine."

kaiser doesn't move when you get up and fucking finally, separate from ness. he doesn't speak. he just stares, his pupils blown wide, lips parted in disbelief, and the flush creeping down his neck not from embarrassment, but fury, heartbreak, obsession, all curling into something dangerous and close to madness.

his hands twitch at his sides like he wants to reach for you, or maybe for ness, maybe to rip off ness's head, maybe to beg for you, maybe to scream.

but you don't let him.

you hum briefly as you walk over to the drawer beside the bed and pull it open. it creaks, loud in the heavy silence of the room, and you fish out a sleek black tie, too flashy to be ness's, silk and expensive and barely used. when you approach him, he doesn't back away, doesn't ask what you're doing, doesn't question it.

his eyes follow yours like a dog waiting for praise, even as you move behind him, the tie between your fingers.

"hands behind your back, michael." you murmur sweetly.

and he obeys.

without a slight bit of hesitation.

the silk slips over his wrists like it belongs there, like this was always meant to happen. you pull tight, not enough to hurt, just enough to control, and he lets out the softest, broken sound. something between a sigh and a moan, and he slumps back slightly against the pressure.

ness is still sitting, chest heaving, lips red and jaw tight as he watches you tie up the man everyone else is terrified of like he's nothing but a plaything.

kaiser's head tilts back. "liebe," he whispers, delirious, "what are you doing to me...?"

he should be burning, he should be tearing the room apart, setting the whole world on fire just to make it stop. but your hands are on him, and he can't think past that, can't breathe past it.

even bound and humiliated, he only sees you. only feels you.

"...i'd let you ruin me," he says, voice cracking.

you just smile, tapping his nose cheekily.

"and now you're gonna watch me ruin him."

Chapter Text

kaiser's never felt this kind of helplessness before. not on the field, not in his worst losses, not even in his lowest moments.

but this, this is torture. cruel and painful torture.

his wrists burn against the restraints, tied just tight enough to hold him still but not enough to numb the sting. his chest is heaving now, rising and falling like he's drowning in the air, sweat prickling at the edges of his hairline. and no matter how hard he pulls, how violently his muscles flex, he can't get free.

and you're still there. god, you're still there, wrapped up in ness like he's your everything, like he's the one who deserves your body pressed against his. your fingers tangle in the back of ness's hair, nails grazing his scalp, and kaiser watches the way his midfielder shivers from the touch. the way he leans into it.

the sound of your lips meeting makes kaiser's whole body tense. it's slow at first, but then your mouths collide harder, sloppier, and the wet smack of it punches the air right out of kaiser's lungs. the little hum that leaves your throat as ness kisses you deeper feels like a dagger right into his heart.

"fuck..." kaiser bites down on the word, his voice cracking around it. his hips jerk slightly, like his body's trying to follow instinct despite the restraints holding him down. his breathing is messy and harsh. "stop... please..." his voice falls into something close to a whine, humiliatingly soft. "liebe, you're mine—"

but you don't even turn your head. you act like you don't hear him at all.

ness's hands tremble as they slide up your sides, fingertips skating over your skin with a mix of both desperation and hesitance. he's careful, as if one wrong placement will anger his king even more, but eager, as his lips never leave yours for long.

when you pull back to whisper something in his ear, kaiser strains forward, desperate to catch it, but your voice is too low. whatever you say makes ness flush scarlet, eyes glazed over with dizzy adoration as he dives back in, kissing you like you're the only thing that's ever mattered.

and kaiser, oh he can't fucking take it.

his head falls back against the cabinet he was leaned against with a thud, lips parting in a breathless whimper, eyes wide and glossy as he watches you melt into ness's touch when you should be in his arm instead. his vision is swimming, both from the heat coiling in his groin and from the way his heart feels like it's cracking wide open.

"please..." he whispers again, voice shaking and vulnerably raw. "mein liebe... don't do this to me..."

but you do. and you keep going. in fact he thinks you go even harder, and he falls apart just a little more with every second you ignore him.

he can barely feel the carpet beneath him anymore. everything's hot, his face, his chest, his lungs burning like they can't pull in enough air. his muscles strain and twitch, locked in a helpless tremor as his eyes stay glued to the sight in front of him, like some sick punishment he can't tear himself away from.

you're perched so perfectly in ness's lap, your weight sinking down into him like you were always meant to fit there. your fingers drag lazy circles against his scalp, tugging lightly at strands of his hair while your lips brush over his flushed skin.

ness's chest rises and falls in rapid, shaky breaths, and when you coo something else against his ear, kaiser watches the way the poor boy's eyes flutter shut, swallowing hard as if your words alone have him trembling.

"stop—" kaiser gasps again, his voice breaking at the edges, dry and hoarse from how hard his throat tightens. "liebe, stop... bitte, please—"

but you don't. you won't.

his stomach twists violently when ness leans up again, pulling you down into another kiss, messier now, even wetter if that was possible, his fingers gripping your hips like he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. the small, breathy sounds you make against ness's mouth are enough to drive kaiser fully insane.

his wrists are raw from how hard he's been pulling, the tie digging in unforgivingly, flexing tighter with every useless jolt forward. the frustration bubbles inside him, boiling into something ugly, with his teeth clench so hard his jaw spasms.

"ness—" kaiser's voice is nearly a growl now, guttural and broken. "you're fucking dead— i swear— you're fucking dead when i get out of this you slimy little bastard—"

but ness isn't listening. or maybe he is. maybe that's why his hands slide higher, why his mouth opens against yours, why his fingers press into your back like he's savoring every second of kaiser's helplessness.

and kaiser watches it all. watches the way your head tilts, watches the soft shine of your lips when you pull back, watches the faint glimmer of amusement in your eyes when you finally glance his way, like you know exactly what you're doing to him.

his breath stutters, his chest heaving with a kind of sick, obsessive desperation. "please..." he whispers again, voice barely there, cracking under the weight of his anguish. "liebe... you're mine... mine..."

his whole body shakes, pulse hammering in his throat, watching you fall apart for someone else. watching you choose someone else. and yet he still can't stop loving you for it, not even as it breaks him into pieces.

ness can feel his stare slicing into the side of his head.

at first, it rattled him.

his breath stumbles where it ghosts against your lips, chest rising unevenly. his hands, which were shaky at first, cling to your waist like they're unsure whether they have the right to hold you. but god, the warmth of you, the way you straddle his lap so perfectly, your fingers threading gently into the hair at the base of his skull, makes it impossible for him to pull away.

impossible to stop.

ness swallows hard, his stomach knotting, lungs tight. he shouldn't be doing this. he shouldn't want this. but then you smile at him. soft and sweet like none of this is wrong. like you belong here, with him, and something inside ness, something dark and twisted unwinds, and he bites back his own smile.

kaiser's voice cracks behind you once again.

"...fuck, ness, i swear to god— don't do this—"

ness feels it. the shift.

he's not the one losing control.

kaiser is.

the realization sends a shiver down his spine. his shaky hands steady on your hips, fingers digging in a little tighter now, pulling you in until your chest is flush against his. your breath brushes his lips, your warmth bleeding into him.

his pulse hammers under his skin, but the fear that once strangled him now drips into something far more addicting. intoxicating.

he kisses you again, deeper this time, and slower. his mouth moves against yours with slowly growing confidence, savoring the way you melt against him, letting himself drown in the taste of you.

he pulls back just slightly, breath hitching, lips barely brushing yours as his voice falls to a whisper, low and trembling but laced with something like excitement.

"he's watching us..."

his gaze lifts to yours.

"do you like it?"

and the way you nod, with that faint curve of your mouth, makes his head spin, makes him dizzy.

behind you, kaiser lets out another shattered sound. a broken whimper that barely escapes his throat, and it nearly pushes ness over the edge. the heat between his legs pulses, cock twitching beneath the weight of you.

his eyes flutter closed for a brief second, letting himself drown in the high of it, of you, of him, of kaiser watching what should have never been touched.

he kisses a shaky trail up your jaw, lips grazing the shell of your ear as his voice falls to something breathless and desperate. "i don't care if he kills me..." his lips drag softly down your throat, voice trembling as his grip tightens, gripping you even closer. "...i'll still let you take me."

"..mm?" you hum, tilting your head back to allow his lips better access on your skin, resulting in a pathetic groan from the man beneath you.

his grip on your hips tightening as you expose the column of your throat to him. his mouth falls open against your skin, lips parting to let out a shuddering exhale that raises the hairs on not only your neck, but kaiser's as well.

"like this?" he breathes against you, voice ragged but somehow brighter, laced with a dark thrill. his lips skim down, trailing damp heat that makes his pulse jump.

his hands slide up your sides, fingertips grazing the curves of your body. they settle on your ribcage, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. his touch lingers there, uncertain but eager, as if committing the shape of you to his memory in case you ever leave.

"don't— fuck, don't touch her like that, you— you piece of fucking shit—"

kaiser's his voice is distant and faded. the sound of it fades into background noise, drowned out by the drum of his own heartbeat and the ragged rasp of ness's breathing, who doesn't seem to hear him anymore.

or maybe he does, and the knowledge that his king is watching, suffering, is only spurring him on, in some sick and twisted way.

his hands skim up further, palms cupping the soft weight of your breasts. he squeezes gently, fingertips sinking into the supple flesh. a shuddery gasp escapes him at the feel of you, the reality of you, in his hands.

"you're perfect..." he murmurs, voice breaking slightly on the word. he leans in, forehead pressed to the space between your breasts as he inhales shakily. "so perfect... i can't believe you're letting me..."

his hips flex beneath you, the hard line of his arousal pressing insistently against your crotch. it makes you hum, makes you press back down into him slightly. his head tips back as he groans, eyes fluttering shut.

"fuck, mo— [name], oh god..."

his voice is ragged, raw with desperate hunger. his hands skim down your sides to your hips, gripping them tightly, pulling you in, grinding your clothed sexes together.

"you feel so good..." his breath comes fast and panting now, lips brushing your collarbone. "i don't wanna fuck this up. i don't want to ruin this..."

his eyes open and meet yours, and in the depths of those lilac irises, you see a whirlwind of emotions. want, hunger, a slight lingering of fear and a desperate frantic kind of longing.

"tell me what to do, liebe. please..." his voice cracks, raw and shaking. "tell me how to make you feel good."

"...lay back, sweetheart. be a good boy for me." you whisper, voice thick with honeyed sweetness, hands pressing gently against his chest.

ness lets out a breathy whimper, obediently lowering himself until his head sinks into the pillow, eyes wide, lips quivering. you follow quickly, straddling his lap, your body keeping him in place, though it's not like he was planning to move either way.

your nails drag slowly down his chest, raking over the thin fabric of his shirt, faint scratches appearing beneath as his breath hitches. his chest spasms with every graze, hips bucking up into you in desperate, twitching thrusts, trying to chase more of that friction.

"y-yeah... 'm such a good fucking boy..." he babbles, voice breaking at the edges as his hands clutch the sheets, fighting against his own self respect. his cheeks are flushed, eyes glassy, completely melting beneath your touch.

off to the side, kaiser's body jerks. he tries to crawl forward, wrists still tightly bound behind his back, forcing him into a clumsy, desperate lurch on the floor. his breath hitches as he stumbles, nearly face planting before just barely managing to catch himself on his shoulder, but his wide, frantic eyes never leave the sight of you, of ness under you, of your hands touching things you shouldn't be touching.

"fucking christ—" kaiser gasps, breathless, voice shaking. "don't— he doesn't need you like i do—"

but his begging only seems to make ness whimper louder, hips shifting beneath you like he's drunk on the mix of power and fear, drowning in the control you hold while kaiser watches helplessly.

"i... i do need you..." ness breathes, voice barely holding itself steady.

kaiser snarls again from his place on the floor, a low, guttural sound filled with venom that ness doesn't even flinch to. his focus is entirely on you, hands sliding down to your hips, fingers digging in with a soft kind of hunger that doesn't match the fire in his eyes.

slowly, he guides your movements, rocking your hips against him in a gentle motion that pulls a shaky groan from the core of his throat. his head tips back more into the pillow, lips parting as his breath stutters.

"just like that... fuck..." he whispers, eyes half lidded and completely drowning in the feeling of his cock being rubbed down on by the enticing heat of your crotch.

your hands slide under his shirt, fingertips brushing up the soft skin of his stomach, the honed spans of his v line, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch, and ness's breath hitches sharply. his whole body tenses beneath you for a moment, then he exhales, a soft, shaky laugh escaping him.

"here... i'll— i'll do it." he murmurs, voice a little breathless and a little shy. his fingers move to the hem, and with a quick tug, he pulls the fabric up and over his head, tossing it aside on the bed.

his skin glows softly under the low light, flushed faintly pink from nerves and heat, scattered with cute freckles. now you can see all of him, every inch of his slender frame, the slight tremble in his chest as he breathes, the way his heart races beneath your palm like it's trying to break free.

ness's eyes dart up to yours, searching your face for any hint of approval, his pupils wide and swimming with need.

"do you... do you like me like this...?" his voice trembles, barely a whisper. "am i good for you?"

his hands remain on your hips, holding himself, as though he's terrified you might pull away if you don't approve, but at the same time, still he's completely at your mercy. his chest rises in shallow breaths, waiting, eyes wide with that same helpless devotion only two can pull from him.

your lips curl into a soft, dangerous smile as you tilt his chin up with a single finger, forcing his wide, teary eyes to meet yours.

"so cute," you murmur, voice low. "such a good boy for me, lexi."

the words instantly hit him like a truck, your praise going into his ears and right down to his cock. you can just barely feel it twitch between your legs as his breath stutters out, a little whimper breaking from the back of his throat. his fingers twitch where they grip your hips as he still desperately pulls you back down onto his aching length.

and then he can't take it anymore.

his hands slide up, shaky but still determined, slipping under the hem of your shirt. his touch is frantic and almost clumsy with how eager he is, his breath coming quick as he lifts his head slightly.

"p-please," he breathes, even more desperate now, "i-i need to see you too— please, let me..."

his eyes are fluttering again, lids heavy, but they never break from yours, wide and pleading like he'll die if you say no. his fingertips inch higher, trembling slightly, waiting for your permission to strip you bare the same way you've completely undone him.

his hands are warm, trembling against your skin, and when you give him the smallest nod, his breath catches like he's just been granted something sacred.

he doesn't rip the shirt off, no, ness is careful with it. delicate, like it's a gift he's unwrapping, and you're something far too precious to rush. his fingers slide higher, pushing fabric slowly up your back, until your shirt catches under your arms.

his gaze never strays from yours, even as his lips part slightly, eyes blown wide with awe.

"gorgeous..." he whispers, more to himself than anything, as he helps you pull it over your head. his voice is hushed, like he  still can't believe this is happening, like you're something holy and he's never been allowed to have divinity in his hands until now.

once your shirt's gone, he just stares.

stares like he's never seen boobs before, like it's not just your boobs he's looking at, but every part of his own fantasies made real. his hands find your waist again, sliding up to cup your sides, slow and shaking, his breath catching with every inch he explores.

"you're... god," he murmurs, voice soft and strained, eyes shimmering like he's about to cry. "i don't deserve this, don't deserve you. but i'll be good, i promise, i swear—"

kaiser watches, helpless and seething, as ness worships your body with a desperation that makes him want to scream. he sees the way ness's hands tremble against your skin, like he can't believe this is real. he hears the awe in his voice, the hushed whispers of "gorgeous" and "god", and it makes bile rise in his throat.

you are his girl. HIS. and yet, there is ness, acting like he's the lucky one, like he's the one who deserves to touch you, to see you like this.

kaiser's hands clench into fists at his sides, the tie digging into his wrists as he strains against it. he wants to rip him off you, to throw him across the room and take his place. he wants to be the one to explore every inch of your skin, to make you gasp and shudder with his touch.

but he's trapped, helpless and weak to even try and stand. forced to watch as ness's hands slide up your sides, cupping your breasts like they're something mesmerising. forced to hear the promises spilling from ness's lips, the desperate assurances that he'll be soooo good, that he doesn't deserve you but he'll do anything to be yours.

kaiser wants to scream. he wants to rage and fight and tear the two of you apart. but all he can do is watch. watch as ness leans up, his face hovering over your breasts, his breath hot against your skin. watch as he lowers his mouth, his lips parting, and then...

then he's wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking it like a fucking baby.

it makes kaiser sick to his stomach.

it nearly makes ness cum in his pants.

his teeth clamp down on the perky bud of your nipple, not hard enough to draw blood, but the sting is there. you hiss, hand flying to his head and yanking at the fluffy strands of his hair, tugging his head back to try and remove him.

but he's latched on. his nails dig into the flesh of your hips as he desperately thrusts his cock up against you, trying to rub himself off.

he lets out a choked moan around your nipple as you forcefully yank his hair back again, the sharp sting of pain only fueling his desperate lust. he sucks harder, tongue swirling and flicking over the sensitive peak, trying to soothe the ache even as his teeth scrape and tug.

"fuck..." he gasps out, finally releasing your nipple from his hungry mouth. it's red and glistening with his saliva, standing out proudly from the rest of your soft skin. "you taste even better than you look. i can't get enough of you."

his hands slide up your sides, cupping the soft swell of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh. he squeezes them together, pushing them up, and then buries his face in your cleavage, motorboating your tits with a muffled groan.

"just ruin me, [name]... please—" he whimpers, voice breathless and breaking as his fingers curl under the waistband of your shorts, tugging with shaky desperation.

he tries to pull them down, but you're still straddling him, and they catch on your hips, refusing to budge. the fabric bunches awkwardly, and he lets out a frustrated little sound, like an angry kitten, his brows knitting together, chest rising in quick, shallow gasps.

"s-sorry, i just— i need—" his words dissolve into a soft, frantic moan as his hands keep trying, clumsy and eager, eyes pleading up at you like if you don't take him soon, he might fall apart completely.

you shift slowly, hands bracing behind you on his thighs as you lean back, arching just enough to give him space. your hips lift an inch, barely enough to change the angle, but it's everything he needs.

ness groans, lashes fluttering as he realises what you're allowing him to do. his fingers tremble where they still cling to your waistband, and with a shaky breath, he tries again, this time slower, more careful.

the fabric finally starts to slide past your hips.

he swallows hard, lips parted in awe as more of your skin is revealed to him. his hands follow the curve of your thighs as your shorts glide down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

panties he just wants to fucking rip off with his bare teeth.

when your shorts finally slip past your knees, ness lets out a shaky breath, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. you're nearly naked now, clad only in a pair of simple black underwear that contrast beautifully with your skin.

his gaze locks in on the juncture between your thighs, where he can see the outline of your cunt through the thin fabric. he licks his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. "oh, god..."

ness hesitates for just a moment, his eyes flickering up to your face, gauging your reaction. when he sees no protest, no disgust, only a flicker of anticipation in your gaze, he feels a rush of relief. his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, and with a painful whine, he hurriedly drags them over your hips, down your thighs, until finally he's tugging them off your feet and gripping them between his trembling fingers.

now you're completely bare before him, and the sight of your naked body makes his heart race and his cock throb violently. he pauses, breath caught in his throat, eyes drinking you in like he's trying to memorise every inch, every curve, every blemish, every soft line of skin, like he's adding each detail to the private gallery of you he keeps in his mind.

ness throws your panties to the side without a second thought, completely caught up in the moment. kaiser, still kneeling beside the bed, suddenly lunges forward, desperate for any piece of you, even if it's just a scrap of fabric and someone else's seconds. he catches them between his teeth, clamping down and trying to savour the small lingering taste you left behind.

he attempts to move closer, shuffling awkwardly with the silk tie digging into his wrists, but the effort makes his shoulders slump against the bed's edge. he rests his cheek on the mattress, breath shaky, watching you and ness with silent rage as his drool dampens your underwear.

ness, who's still wearing his pants and boxers for god knows what reason, sniffles, and fumbles to pull them both down his shaky legs. he sobs when they get stuck and ruts his hips into the air. "please please please fuck please—"

he whines desperately as he tries to shove his pants and boxers down his trembling legs, the fabric catching and bunching. he's too far gone, too consumed by lust and need to manage it himself.

"nnngh... can't... can't get them off..." he sobs, hips jerking erratically as he tries to rut against your thigh for some desperately needed friction. his cock is straining against the confines of his clothes, the length of him tenting the fabric obscenely.

he looks up at you with pleading, tear filled eyes, his voice breaking as he begs, "please... please help me. wanna be inside— want you to fuck me—"

his hands are shaking too hard to be of much use as he fumbles with the waistband, so he reaches out to you with desperate, grasping fingers, silently begging for your help.

you rub yourself on his erection, grinding a little upwards till your perched prettily on his abdomen. ness lets out a choked moan as your ass grinds against his aching cock, the hot skin on skin contact making him buck his hips up involuntarily. "ahhh fuck...!" his hands dig into your hips, gripping them tightly as he tries to pull you down harder against him.

when you reach behind you and hook your fingers into his pants to start tugging them down, he lifts his hips eagerly, desperate for the fabric to be out of the way. as soon as his cock springs free, he gasps at the sudden sensation of cool air on his overheated flesh before it slaps against the soft globe of your ass.

"oh god, oh fuck... " he whimpers, eyes squeezing shut at the intense feeling of your skin against his most sensitive area. his fingers dig into the meat of your ass, kneading your cheeks as he grinds up against you, coating your skin with the bead of precum that drools from the tip of his leaking cock.

he's panting like a dog, chest rising and falling in frantic, uneven waves. his eyes are glassy, dazed, completely gone and locked on you like you're the only thing keeping him breathing. lips parted, flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, he swallows hard and breathes out, voice trembling,

"...i'm yours."

he blinks up slowly, drunk on you, barely holding himself together.

"...every inch of me belongs to you."

you place your hands on his thighs, hovering your cunt dangerously close his tip. he thrusts his hips up, desperate to be inside you, but your nails dig into his skin. "i know, baby... every inch.."

he hisses, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "y-yeah... all of me..."

...and then there it is.

the tears.

beautiful, glistening streaks spilling from the corners of his eyes, slipping down his flushed cheeks and soaking into the pillow beneath his head. he doesn't try to hide them, he's too far gone, too full of you, too desperate, too wrecked to even care that he's so pathetic below you.

his hips buck wildly, the head of his cock catching on your entrance with each desperate thrust. the tears come faster now, his whole face glistening with them, eyes red rimmed and pleading.

"i'm yours... all yours... just please, please fuck me already—" his hands scrabble at your back, nails raking down your skin as he tries to pull you down onto him.

he's so cute like this, eyes glassy, lips parted, tears clinging to his lashes. like a puppy, soft and trembling beneath you, looking up with that helpless kind of love.

how could you not give him what he wanted?

of course you oblige, lowering yourself slowly onto his stiff and painfully hard cock, the flushed tip eagerly pushing past your folds as you sink down. a low moan rumbles from your throat, fingers digging into his skin.

ness throws his head back with a guttural moan as your tight, wet heat envelops the sensitive head of his cock. his fingers dig into the flesh of your ass hard enough to leave bruises as he pulls you down, trying to force you to take more of him inside.

"fuck! oh god, schibe, you feel... you feel so fucking good..." he pants out, eyes rolling back in his head from the intense pleasure. his hips jerk and twitch beneath you, the muscles in his abdomen clenching and unclenching as he fights the urge to just start pathetically thrusting up into you.

but he can't, because he exists only for your pleasure, he's a good boy to be used. and god, does he want to be used. he wants to be ruined, destroyed, fucked until he can't walk straight and the only thing he remembers is the tight grip of you.

his chest heaves with each shuddering breath, sweat beading on his skin and making it glisten in the low light. "don't stop... please don't stop..." he whimpers, voice breaking on a sob as more of his length is swallowed by your cunt, fighting the urge to just let go and cum right then and there.

ness lets out a choked cry as you lift off of him, the sudden emptiness inside you making him feel hollow and aching. but then you drop back down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion. the lewd sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, making his eyes roll back and his toes curl.

"ahhh fuck! oh god, yes...!" he cries out, his hips desperately rut up into you, desperate to match your pace. but it's too much, feels too good that all he can do is lay beneath you and claw at the sheets as your ass continuously plops against him every time you lift and drop your hips.

he throws his head back with a guttural moan as you start to ride, your hips rising and falling in a fast pace. his eyes squeeze shut, tongue lolling out as he pants and whimpers with each thrust.

"yes, fuck, just like that..." he slurs out, fingers weakly inching towards your hips, where he's just able to find the strength to reach and grip your ass, pulling you down harder onto his cock. "use me, ruin me, fucking break me..."

his hips buck erratically beneath you, meeting your downward thrusts with desperate upward snaps of his own. the obscene slap of skin on skin and your combined moans fill the room as he loses himself in the sensation of your tight heat engulfing him over and over.

"i'm so close..." he gasps out, voice strained from his pained sobbing. "gonna... gonna fucking cum...!"

"hah— al... already..?" you pant, jaw clenching as his cock fills you completely.

"sorry— sorry— i'm so sorry—!" he sobs, body jerking at the sensation building up in his gut.

ness cries brokenly as he feels his release rapidly approaching, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside your tight cunt. "I-I can't... can't hold it... you feel too good..." he chokes out, on the brink of completely losing it.

his hips jerk and stutter erratically beneath you, losing energy as he chases his impending orgasm. "sorry... 'm sorry, 'm sorry..." he repeats like a broken record, voice cracking and eyes squeezing shut as he tries desperately to hold back his impending climax.

but it's no use, and with a hoarse cry of your name, his cock twitches and pulses as he starts to cum hard, thick ropes of hot seed spurting deep inside you. his body convulses, back arching off the bed as he rides out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through him.

"mmphfuuuck! [name]— yes, yes!" he sobs, gripping your hips bruisingly tight as he grinds up into you, pushing his cock as deep as possible as he fills you with his release.

ness collapses back onto the bed, chest heaving and skin glistening with sweat. he's trembling all over, his cock still twitching weakly inside you as the last spurts of his semen dribble out.

"ahhh... haaahh... s-sorry..." he pants out, voice hoarse and spent. "i didn't... didn't mean to cum so fast..."

he looks up at you with glazed, apologetic eyes, cheeks flushed a deep red. but there's no true regret in his gaze, only a hazy, fucked out adoration.

his hands, still gripping your hips, start to rub and knead the flesh there kind of absentmindedly. "you just... felt too good..." he mumbles, slowly coming down from his high.

after a moment, he takes a deep, shuddering breath and seems to regain a modicum of sense. he swallows hard and looks up at you, eyes clearer now, filled with a tentative hope.

"d-did you... did you cum too? or do you need... need more?" he asks softly, a flicker of embarrassment in his tone. his hands tighten on your hips, as if ready to start moving you again if you need him to.

"more?" kaiser snarls, voice raw and ragged. he spits your now drool and saliva soaked panties to the side, spit clinging to his lip. his wrists twist behind his back, shoulders heaving with every breath. "fucking more? you take what's already mine and want even more, you greedy fucking bastard?"

his eyes are red. from fury, from crying, from watching.

you and ness both pause, finally turning your heads toward him, like you'd forgotten he was even there in the haze of your lust.

there's a silence.

you blink once, subtly grinding on ness's pelvis trying to enhance your own lingering arousal. he stiffens, and so does his cock still inside you. slowly, he turns his head, trembling as his wide, guilty eyes meet kaiser's unblinking stare.

"...ah," he whispers, voice thin and breaking. "k-kaiser..."

kaiser's breath is ragged, chest heaving as the fury inside him boils over. with a sudden, desperate strength, he rips at the silk tie binding his wrists, hands raw and trembling, but finally, the knot gives way and the fabric falls loose.

he stumbles to his feet, shaking, face flushed red with anger and pain. without a word, his hands shoot under your arms, gripping you tightly at the ribs, lifting you off ness like you weigh nothing at all. ness's cock slips from your cunt with a wet, slick sound. he groans, you bite your lip at the feeling, and press your thighs together.

you can do nothing dangle in kaiser's grasp, limbs slack, breath caught somewhere between arousal and something else.

his eyes blaze, crazed and deadly as he glares at ness, chest rising and falling so fast it's like he might explode. "you think this is a game?" he snarls, voice low and dangerous, "you think i'll let you take what's mine?"

kaiser pulls you tight against his chest, one hand curling around the back of your head, fingers tightening around the back of your neck, pressing your face flush against his throat. his other hand grips your ass harshly, hand completely monstering the red print ness left behind. he even makes sure to squeeze your cheek right in front of him, as if reclaiming what's his.

he glares at ness with eyes that could burn through metal. "i'm going to kill you, ness," he spits, voice cold and deadly. then his gaze snaps back to you, low and fierce as he leans down, breath warm against your ear. "and you, naughty girl... you'll remember who you belong to." he growls, and without waiting for a response, he spins around and storms towards the bathroom.

"...what are you doing, michael?" you murmur, weakly kicking your legs, uncomfortable as ness's warm, wet cum continues to dribble down your legs and onto the carpet.

he lets out a ragged breath, kicking the bathroom door open so hard that it bangs against the wall.

"you let that bastard cum inside you... i'm going to dig it out and fill you up with something worth crying for."