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[lauve-laise]

— “ *:・ﾟmy girl (not yours) // bunny iglesias + sae itoshi

╰──—> cuckolding

a/n: not proofread. i was jerking to this like a loser

you were bouncing on bunny’s lap, thighs spread wide over his when the facetime call connected.

sae’s face appeared on the phone you’d tossed aside earlier. his expression barely changed at first—that same cool, unreadable look—until his eyes dropped lower and he saw exactly what was happening.

hearing the buzz, bunny turned his head toward the glowing screen and grabbed it. when he saw it was your boyfriend, an impish grin stretched across his scarred face.

his fat cock was buried to the hilt inside you, stretching your pussy obscenely around the base. each time you lifted up, his glistening, vein-ridged shaft came into view before you sank back down with a thick, wet snap. your low-cut shirt was shoved up under your chin, pretty tits completely exposed.

sae’s jaw tightened as bunny angled the camera at you—at how pretty and sweet you looked, how thoroughly ruined you already were.

he didn’t slow down for a second. one large hand stayed locked on your waist, guiding you up and down that massive length with lazy strength, while he looked straight into the camera with the most smug expression you’d ever seen.

“hola, compa~!,” he said casually. all sae could see was you bouncing slowly while bunny’s voice came from behind the phone. “así, cariño… squeeze more… there we go. you feel so good around me, what a lucky man, itoshi~”

you moaned—broken and completely unable to hold it back—as he bottomed out again. the sound shot straight through the phone and sae’s cock twitched hard in his sweats.

he hated it. he was supposed to. he hated how turned on you sounded. hated how you kept moaning bunny’s name even while looking at him.

“you’re letting him—” sae started, voice tight, but bunny cut him off by snapping his hips up and burying every thick inch inside you in one powerful thrust. you cried out, arching prettily as your chest flattened against his hard abs.

“tranquilo,” bunny murmured, keeping the back camera on you while he looked at sae. “don’t pay attention to him look at me, muñeca. you’re so small… so fucking perfecta.”

you clenched around him helplessly. the stretch was addictive—too thick, too deep, too good. your pussy made those filthy wet sounds every time he moved you on his cock, and sae could hear every single one.

his eyes were dark now, fixed on the place where you were split open around someone else. his own cock was fully hard and straining, and the fact that your moans were doing this to him only pissed him off more.

“you sound absolutely disgusting…” he said flatly.

bunny just smiled wider and fucked up into you harder, making your tits bounce. he propped the phone up so he could really use his hips while still giving sae a perfect view of your ruination.

“ignore him, mi vida. stay with me. feel how hard i am… that’s all you need, [Name]… eso es… moan louder so he can hear how well i fuck you”

you did. you couldn’t help it. another loud, sweet moan spilled out of you as his cock dragged against every sensitive spot, and sae’s breath hitched on the other end of the call—furious that he was this hard and completely unable to look away.

bunny now had both hands on your waist, bouncing you on his fat cock with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. your stretched pussy swallowed every inch, slick coating his shaft, your stomach bulging faintly every time he bottomed out.

“look at him…” bunny murmured, almost affectionately, eyes on your tits. “look at your boyfriend.. tell him how good i feel ~”

you tried to speak, but another deep thrust punched a moan out of you instead. sae’s face stayed stone-cold, though his cheeks had gone faintly pink.

the front of his pants was clearly damp. he’d kept his lower half out of frame so bunny wouldn’t see how hard he was.

bunny locked into a heavier rhythm, driving up into you harder. the wet slap of skin filled the call. your breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples jumping in sae’s full view.

“mmnn~ i’m close, honey…” he whispered sweetly. “,gonna fill you up… all my cum inside this delicious pussy…ahora, cariño.”

he reached down and rubbed tight circles over your clit while grinding deep. the dual sensation ripped through you. your thighs shook hard around his hips.

“aah fuck~! wait—i’m g’nna cum—”

“say you’re sorry” he ordered, never breaking eye contact. “tell your boyfriend you’re sorry for cumming on another man’s cock, come on amor… say it~”

you came hard, pussy clamping down in rhythmic pulses around him. the orgasm hit so strong your vision blurred, a loud broken cry tearing out of you as you soaked his cock.

“,,, say you’re sorry,” he repeated, voice still soft and almost loving while he kept thrusting through it, then slapped your ass. “now.”

pretty tears of overstimulation pricked at your eyes. you looked at sae’s face on the screen—his jaw tight, those teal eyes dark, breathing steady but shallow—and forced the words out between gasps.

“…i-i’m sorry… m’so sorry for cumming on another man’s dick— fuck… but it feels s’good… sae, baby..~”

bunny groaned low and slammed up into you one last time, burying himself to the base. thick, hot ropes of cum pumped deep inside you, pulse after heavy pulse, so much that it immediately started leaking out around his cock.

he held you there, fully sheathed, while he finished emptying himself.

“thaaat’s it… buena chica,” he praised, pulling you down and kissing the side of your neck. then he looked straight at sae, smug and completely unbothered. “escuchaste, itoshi? apology accepted or what?”

sae’s voice came through the speaker, tight and cold.

“…fucking disgusting. the both of you. hang up and delete this number. dirty bitch.”

bunny just smiled, rolled his hips once more to push more cum deeper, and kept the call going.

“don’t wanna. you can watch her drip with cum that isn’t yours all night, amigo~”

you were still trembling in his lap, stuffed full and leaking, forced to keep the camera on while your boyfriend watched every drop of another man’s cum spill out of you.

honestly, sae could have ended the call himself. his thumb had hovered over the button more than once. but every time it got close, his eyes flicked back to you.

right now bunny flipped you onto your back in one easy motion, propping the phone against a pillow so the camera still had a clear view between your spread thighs.

he settled his full weight over you—heavy in the best way. his cum was still thick and scorching inside you; every slow grind of his hips forced more of it to seep out around the base of his cock and onto his balls.

he braced himself on one forearm beside your head and looked down at you with that same smug, almost tender expression.

“describe it for me,” he murmured, thrusting in a lazy rhythm that kept you completely full. “tell your boyfriend how much better i feel… how hot my cum is~”

you were already shaking. the pressure of his body, the way his cock dragged through the mess he’d left, the stretch that still burned so good—it was overwhelming.

“it’s so… soooo fucking thick,” you gasped, eyes stuck on bunny’s face. “you’re so deep… mnh… i can still feel all your cum inside… s’so warm and—”

bunny rolled his hips again, grinding the fat head against your cervix. “tell him more,” he encouraged sweetly.

sae’s voice cut through the speaker, cold and sharp with restrained fury. “tch… you’re a dirty slut, [Name]. nothing more than a cumdump.”

the words hit harder than they should have. your boyfriend’s usual quiet, controlled tone was laced with pure venom now, and it went straight to your core.

bunny’s smile widened. he kept the same gentle tone against your ear while he fucked you through the mess.

“that’s it, honey… so pliant… you love this? my cum inside you? hm? you like it more than his, right?”

“look at you,” sae continued, nose scrunching at bunny’s words. “…taking another man’s dick on camera then letting him fill you up? a wandering eye and a cheap body—that’s all you are.”

bunny praised you in the same breath, letting out a soft amused laugh against your skin while his hips never stopped. “…pobrecita, he treats you so terribly… though a glutton for punishment like you wouldn’t know any better~”

he pressed kisses to your neck, trailing up toward your face. “…that means you’re mine now, right? he basically hates you, amor~”

the contradiction wrecked you. sae’s cold degradation mixed with bunny’s sweet praise until your brain short-circuited.

his heavy body kept you pinned, his fat cock grinding deep and slow, stirring his own cum inside you while your boyfriend watched and called you a slut.

your second orgasm hit without warning. you arched hard under bunny’s weight and squirted—a sudden, forceful gush that sprayed around his cock and soaked both your thighs. “ohh fuck!! wait i'm...cumming! ughn…~”

the wet sounds were loud and filthy through the phone. your pussy clenched and fluttered wildly, pushing more of his cum out in messy pulses while you cried out. bunny groaned in approval, still moving through it.

“shhhit... look at her, sae…are you staying because you’re sad you can’t make her cum like this? or is this just a gross little fantasy of yours?”

sae’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. his throat was completely dry. his controlled breathing was gone. he still hadn’t hung up, because bunny had hit the nail on the head so irritatingly perfectly.

…he just watched you squirt around another man’s dick.

bunny then flipped you over, hauled your hips up just enough to shove a pillow underneath, and a second later his full weight settled over your back.

your legs were folded up high, knees nearly by your shoulders, his much larger body blanketing you completely.

from the camera’s angle, sae could only see your side profiles and the brutal size difference. your thigh looked almost as thick as bunny’s bicep. his broader frame completely covered yours. every time he drew his hips back, sae caught a glimpse of that fat, cum-slicked cock that had fucked you stupider than he ever had.

bunny’s entire weight rested on you. each thrust felt like a heavy, decadent intrusion, forcing the air out of your lungs in short punched-out moans. the bed creaked under them.

his cum and your slick squelched loudly every time he buried himself until his pubes rubbed your clit.

he kept his mouth right against your ear, voice low and syrupy. “….you’re so fucking tiny under me… tan perfecta. feel how deep i am?… mhmm, take it, princesa~…”

another heavy thrust. your whole body jolted forward on the mattress.

“mnhh, so tight even after i filled you… still squeezing me. qué rica. stay still… let me use this little pussy…”

sae watched in silence, teeth ground together. the view was almost worse than before. he couldn’t see your face, only the way your much smaller body disappeared under bunny’s bulk,.

every impact made your body shift, and the wet sounds of his cock churning through his own cum were impossible to ignore.

bunny never raised his voice. he just kept whispering those sweet, raw praises against your ear while he fucked you through the mattress.

“… take another one. voy a dejarte llena otra vez… so deep you can’t walk straight. take it, bebé…”

sae still hadn’t hung up. he just stared at the screen, watching another man fold his girl in half and use her like she weighed nothing, listening to those soft possessive whispers while your muffled moans leaked through the call.

bunny kept you pinned under his full weight in the mating press, hips grinding in short heavy circles that forced every thick inch to drag through the mess already inside you.

the squelching was constant. his breathy groans spilled right against your ear.

“fuuuuck…that’s it… take it… nnngh— yeah.. who’s my good girl? it’s you…it’s fucking you…~”

each grunt was soft and sexy, punched out of him every time he bottomed out. he was riding the edge hard, using your smaller body without mercy.

“my girl… mi chica… so good for me~”

on the other end of the call, sae’s breath hitched sharply. the moment bunny called you his girl, he jerked hard in his pants. he came with a tight, furious sound he couldn’t fully swallow—spilling into his underwear while he watched another man claim you.

you weren’t even moaning loudly anymore. just the softest, cutest whimper-whines every time bunny’s cock hit deep, your voice small and tired under him.

“yeah… stay just like that… so sweet and quiet while i breed you…~”

cum was frothing at the base of his cock as he plunged in as deep as he could go and came with a shaky groan. thick, heavy pulses flooded you all over again, so much that your lower stomach swelled visibly under him.

he kept grinding through every spurt, breathy grunts turning into soft curses as he emptied himself completely.

when he finally pulled out, a thick rush of cum immediately leaked from your well-used hole. bunny sat back on his knees, still breathing a little hard, and angled the phone down.

sae was forced to stare at the clear bulge on your lower tummy; the way it slightly rounded from how much had been pumped into you. bunny’s hand pressed on it, making more cum ooze out, then moved up to squeeze your tits, thumbs brushing over your aching nipples.

he finished by giving your swollen clit a few sharp flicks, making you jolt and let out another tiny whimper.

he looked straight into the camera, expression pure smug satisfaction.

“disfruta de la vista, hijo de puta. i’ll take better care of her.”

then he ended the call himself.

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© 2026 lauvelaise

[naomiiocha]

bnuuy iglesias yearning week. Join me.

[yayamrata]

So sexy bro 🤤

[forbiedenfruit]

michael kaiser’s love is conditional, but when you fit the conditions, it feels so so good. (18+)

michael kaiser has never known love his whole life, couldn’t define the word if he tried. his entire life, he’s been abused, exploited, and hurt—whether by other people or himself.

but on cold nights when he feels most alone, he lets himself fall if only for a moment. on nights when the voices in his head get too loud, and the sky seems a little darker through his eyes, he comes over to the only other place—or person—he’d dare to he vulnerable to.

there’s more to sex than mere lust for a high, more to his thrusts than physical contact, and definitely more to his kisses than a simple act of foreplay.

kaiser holds you like you’re his personal life anchor.

“s–schatz,” he whispers, and you don’t miss the shakiness in his voice. trembling, as if he were scared that even mere usage of the wrong tone could break you like porcelain.

and he means it, the title. because even though he doesn’t know what love is, he knows what he’s feeling for you is different. there’s a certain magnet that attracts him to you, like a flower to sunlight. you’re the one thing kaiser treasures more than anything, the closer anyone’s ever been to his heart.

“y–yes—!” you moan, his mean cock splitting you in two as he thrusts deeper, closer to your womb.

your back arches into his hold as he grips your ass with one hand, the other snaking its way to your thighs before he pushes it closer to the side of his waist. he kisses you like he’s a starving man and you’re a made of nutrients his body desperately needs—a desperate act of bringing you closer.

kaiser buries himself deep inside you, his tip practically kissing your womb as he cums. a warmth overtakes you as he presses himself closer, almost like a ritual to keep himself grounded.

but the moment he’s done chasing his breath, blue eyes look down on you at the mattress—spent, jaded, and frail.

kaiser was groomed into believing that vulnerability was a sign of weakness, and love had no place in a world like this. so he gets up wordlessly and puts his pants back on, not sparing you a second glance.

“t–that’s it..?” you mutter, and kaiser hears the ache in your voice as you try your best to form a coherent sentence. because unlike love, he’s spent years of his life familiarizing himself with pain.

he puts on his shirt as he sighs. he’s always had trouble keeping people close, seeing him bare without covers. “i’ll see you next week,” he says plainly and blunt.

because kaiser can only love people in moderation. like alcohol, he believes too much of a good thing can ruin you.

so he’ll pull away. at least until he needs you again.

[bloomflix]

A NIGHT IN BARCELONA!

abstract. being a celebrity is so rough; getting into scandals and dealing with pr relationships. but luckily for you, your best friend and pr boyfriend certainly know how to deal with that: making you stress more on betting over who gets to fuck you better.

tags: bunny iglesias x reader x vivien hugo ; 4.4k wc ; smut :: [oral (f + m), double penetration, creampie, vouyerism, dacryphilia] #unedited <\3 might edit later + they may be a bit ooc </333

aniyaps: this was VERY fun to write. it sounds like they’re doing twister but wtv.

It all started with a text from Bunny, saying to meet him in his hotel room late at night. Of course, you expected only him there… Not Vivien too.

But how could you ever complain? 

When your PR manager had come to tell you about a fake relationship for the tabloids, the first person you came to tell about that was your best friend, Vivien. Or at least you tried to, forgetting that his phone was broken. You tell him about the random decisions your agency makes, and wanted to give him a heads up. You don’t really see each other after all, but it couldn’t helped.

A Barcha player, Bunny, had recently gotten in some hot water for being a bit of a "player". That's what the tabloids have been saying after paparazzi keep finding him out and about with a new girl every week, so your agency and his, for God knows whatever reason, decided the best choice was to pair the both of you together. For him to look good, and for you to stop getting annoying dating rumors with any male or female costar you have a twinge of chemistry with.

Now for some reason, you're somehow having dinner with your best friend, whom was anything but happy.

"I couldn't believe it..." Vivien muttered, poking at the food while occasionally looking at you. “I found out through TMZ.”

You exhaled sharply. “Well… I tried to reach out.”

“You could’ve asked me if you wanted to look good in front of the public.” 

“True,” you hummed. “But my agency insisted. Besides, it was out of my control.” It really was out of your control. Vivien was in London for Arsenaly, and you’re in Madrid for your acting career. 

Usually Vivien makes odd jokes or just blabs about his friends back in London or France, and how he’s doing, but he’s absolutely silent right now. You could even mistake him for being jealous. 

“Is this why you wanted to meet up? To berate me on decisions my agency made.”

“Well, you could’ve retaliated.”

You scoffed. “That’s easier said than done. Listen, it’s been months since I’ve seen you in person and now that you have a friendlies match against Barcha, you just have to start. I didn’t know Charles spilled something on your phone.”

He didn’t have anything to say, and picked at his salad. “Regardless… You think finding out about you going out with Bunny of all people was nice to find out through a paparazzi photo of the two of you making out at some club?!”

“We were not! He was adjusting my hair!”

“I feel like that’s somehow even worse…”

He paused before exhaling sharply. “I want to go out with you, Y/N. Not just be friends and have sex on occasion. I really do like you. Please. I don’t just want to have sex, I want a relationship.” A slight part of you relished in this, that Vivien appeared to be a bit bothered. As much as you didn’t like to admit it, you liked him… a bit too much. Whenever he would get involved in dating scandals, you’d always be the first person to say something, hence why he has no girlfriend, no side piece, not even going as far as to follow anyone of the opposite sex, apart from your secret spam account on Instagram.

You messed around once and he’s already gotten attached…

“Look—!”

“Oh… What a surprise,” Bunny walked up to you two, smiling and looking at the scene. Vivien looked agitated, you looked annoyed at Bunny’s sudden presence, and Bunny looked amused.

“What seems to be the issue—?” “Shut up,” Vivien muttered. 

Bunny let out a laugh, as Vivien wasn’t much of a talker with anyone other than Julien and off she pitch.

Bunny was your friends-with-benefits, as you’d like to put it. Because why the hell not? A beefy football player suddenly being your PR boyfriend, whom also happens to live near you and is as horny as you? Why not indulge in that?  

“Seem to be a bit jealous there.”

Vivien huffed. “The hell does it matter to you?”

“Why don’t we make a little bet… Indulge a bit,” Bunny sneered. Somehow, him being gleeful was even scarier than him being pissed. “We can see who wins. Y/N, it’s obvious you want to fuck us.”

“What—?”

Vivien looked down, and he looked flustered. Bunny continued. 

“We can see who wins tomorrow during the match. Arsenaly versus Barcha. Whoever wins, well, they get to mess with you. That way you win regardless.” He then turned to Vivien. “C’mon. I see the way you look at her. And I know you’ve fucked before so why not? That way you can enjoy a nice trophy and your dream girl too… That’s if you win, of course.”

You were lucky the restaurant you were at was a secluded one in Barcelona, because God forbid the tabloids see this…

But maybe even on the pitch the day after, they could sense something was up. How there was extra aggression between Vivien and Bunny, and how visceral their reactions were to your bold choice of wearing a Re Al jersey… Sae Itoshi’s, to be exact.

It all didn’t matter though, as Barcelona surprisingly won the match, Bunny scoring the final goal and looking straight at you at the VIP box after, winking and blowing a kiss. Then came his text asking you to come to his hotel room.

You didn’t expect Vivien to be there too.

“You two…”

They were both in their tracksuits, evidently in the middle of arguing before you used the spare keycard he’d given you.

“Your best friend here really… He’s quite persistent on stopping this,” he then turned to Vivien. “Unless you want to be a cuck.”

“What—!”

Bunny turned to you. “He’s in love with you, y’know.”

“I know.”

He hummed. “See, I’d advise you to go for it… But I also don’t want to get rid of you and let him have you. Decisions, decisions…”

“Why not both?” Both men snapped their heads at you, Bunny’s face all amused while Vivien looked shocked. 

You couldn’t help it! Both men fighting over you? 

You suddenly found yourself between both of them, their bodies against yours. You could feel Vivien’s crotch stirring in his pants against your thin skirt while Bunny’s knee grinded against your clothed cunt. 

“My… Grinding against my knee, huh?” He teased, grabbing your waist to be closer to him. But of course, Vivien leaned closer.

You gasped, loving the way Vivien was caressing your body, his large hands slowly peeling off your jersey, while Bunny slid your skirt down gently. 

“C’mon preciosa, let us make you cum, yeah?” 

They brought you over to the hotel room bed where you sat in front of them. 

Bunny looked over at Vivien and his flustered state. “Don’t be so nervous, capullo.” [dumbass] To which Vivien glared at him, his eyes widened as soon as Bunny went on his knees, peeling his shirt off and spreading your legs gently.

“Fuck, Y/N… got such a pretty fucking pussy, don’t you?” He mused, his fingers tugging at your panties and exposing your pussy, that was sticking to the sheer fabric of said panties. 

Then, he began leaving light kissed at your inter thighs and then moving to licking your pussy, licking long stripes before latching his lips and swirling his tongue in you.

You lightly pulled at Vivien’s shirt in the meanwhile, motioning him towards you, to which you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him.

“Chérie… your lips are so soft,” he whispered, tilting his head and melting into the kiss. One hand was tangled in his hair, pulling him more towards you while the other was trying to balance yourself on the mattress, fingers gripping at the sheets from the stimulation. 

“Mhmmm—g’nna cum—fuckkkk!” You whined, legs shaking in Bunny’s grasp while he continued switching from licking your cunt to sucking at your clit, eliciting you to finally orgasm after what felt like an eternity of Bunny eating at you.

And by the end of it, Vivien’s face was flushed after you were practically eating his face off, to which Bunny laughed, wiping your slick off with his forearm.

“Still shy.”

“Oh shut up. I’ll handle it,” you said, guiding Vivien on the bed and leaving Bunny standing next to you. The three of you were stripped bare, and you began to straddle Vivien whilst the other one fisted his cock. 

You hovered on Vivien’s cock, grinding against it with your cunt, lathering your dripping arousal over his throbbing length while you took Bunny in your mouth. 

“Así… just like that, baby…”

Your lips suctioned around his length, dragging your tongue against the ridges of his cock and holding eye contact while doing so. Bunny was mean—demanding, grabbing you by your hair while keeping such a demeaning smile while watching you struggle to fit him all in your mouth. All the while, Vivien’s hold on your hips only got firmer, his cock only getting more sensitive the more your cunt rubbed against him.

“Putain, t’es trop belle…” [Damn, you’re too pretty…] Your eyes looked over at him and how his eyes kept direct contact to yours and your face; Vivien’s eyes were glossy and almost appearing as if they were full of love (which made a pit settle in your stomach… or butterflies… maybe because you were horny), while he directed your hips.

Even as tears slipped from your face, you could feel him getting harder between your thighs as he wiped them with such a soft smile. “Don’t cry, chéri…”

He’d shut his eyes closed, biting his lower lip while still maintaining that goddamn eye contact. “Hahhhh—I’m gonna cum… keep d-doing that—”

“Not yet,” you murmured, detaching yourself from Bunny with a pop! and focusing on Vivien instead.

“I’m not just gonna be a cuck. I won fair,” he whined. 

You bit your lower lip, lifting your hips and aligning yourself to your best friend’s cock, slamming yourself against him with a loud squelch!

“F-Fuckkkk…” Your breathing shook, balancing yourself with pressing against Vivien’s firm chest as you began to move your hips slowly to adjust properly; it’s not your fault he happens to have such a huge cock.

But unfortunately for you (or fortunately, you’re in bliss. This honestly couldn’t get any better) Bunny happens to have that too.

You felt Bunny’s thumb rub along the rim of your ass, eliciting a gasp slipping from slipping from your lips. 

“Bizcochita… Yo te quería follar también.” [Sweetcheeks, I wanted to fuck you too].

“Just do it… stop teasing—haahh! Fuck, Vi—!” Vivien began slamming you on his cock more rapidly, bouncing you with his hips as his arms held you against him.

“Focus on me. Only on me.”

And you were—until Bunny filled your other hole. 

“You’re so damn tight…Damn,” he hissed. His hands went straight to your love handles, caressing them.

Your gasps turned into lascivious moans, your hips beginning to move in their own and your back arching further at the fullness of both your best friend and fuck buddy filling you up so good.

“S-Sooo good—!” 

It was too much, with the way Vivien’s throbbing cock bullied your hole, while Bunny kept at his slow yet torturous pace, filling you up and hitting that spot so good.

“Joder… so fucking good…” 

“Nghhhh—c’m in me, oh my fucking—ahhhhh…” You cried, feeling your own orgasm crashing and your legs shake.

It was like something straight out of a goddam porno, with the way the lewd sounds of both men sliding in and out of you, your cries, and fast heartbeat from the adrenaline and endorphins, echoing in your ears. It didn’t even feel real.

“Now my turn. I wanna feel her pretty pussy. Quítate,” Bunny sneered, helping you turn around so that you’d be facing him. 

The sight made him smile—or rather his smile grow. Your two holes were dripping with cum, your legs were shaking, and your face was tear-streaked. 

“So beautiful…” he whispered, his thumb grazing your swollen lower lip.

There was something so taboo yet so attractive about this, to be fucking two of the best footballers in the world and to have them like this in such a manner… it left you insatiable, which is why you spread your folds, giving Bunny a look for him to go for it.

He slapped his cock a couple times against your sensitive folds, before entering your cunt and beginning to go at an insane pace while Vivien held you from behind as he moved slowly inside you. His large hands began to roam about your torso, rubbing at the plush fat of your hips and going up to kneading at your breasts, pinching at your sensitive nipples. 

“God, you’re sensitive already…” he murmured. Bunny laughed. “No shit. She got creampied twice already and she’s about to get two more.”

You’ve never seen Vivien so needy—so desperate. His hips gyrated against yours and you felt his grip around your tummy tighten, holding your hot body against his, with his labored breath on the nape of your neck. You could feel the vibrations of his whines against your skin while he went at it.

Your cunt was sensitive—full of Vivien’s previous loud stuffed inside; yet Bunny was relentless, pounding into you with no mercy as his arms were caging you. 

“We saw you with that damn Re Al jersey,” he scoffed, his malicious tone returning as he pistoned into you. “Maybe we should invite him next time.”

You let out a light laugh. “Be my—nghhh—guest. Maybe h-he’ll be better than you two.”

It was like a switch flipped, with both men turning more aggressive at the mere thought of someone else getting to see you in such a vulnerable and beautiful state. 

“Hell no.” — “I’ll fucking kill him for real this time if that happens.”

The three of you went at it for a bit more before they remembered they had training the next day. 

You were only here to observe the game but it really was worth your time to spend a night in Barcelona.

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i wrote this in like a fucking hour nonstop i’m going right the fuck to bed (that’s why it isn’t longer LMAO) i’ll write an eiffel tower drabble next maybe idk im TIRED and sleep deprived and have work. also shout out to rauw alejandro’s “committed” bc that shit was playing on repeat for that entire hour and i was gonna go legit insane writing this oh my god 😭

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[theogmiemiew]

u are a blessing for feeding us with your writings 😭🙏

if you have the time can u pretty pls write bunny 👉👈

Awh, thank you i appreciate it. I hope i didnt make him ooc, if so, apologies in advance

Enemies (kinda) with benefits ft bunny ♡

18+

Bunny is a menace.

That's what you keep thinking, telling yourself that every time you end up like this after promising to your own self you would never fall for his fake charms again.

His cock felt way too good inside your swollen, gummy walls, his taunting voice whispering filth into your ear from above you making you even hornier. "Si... look at that...so wet for me.. yet you claim to hate me every time... and still, you end up just like this... completely fucked dumb on my cock"

His hips keep slamming lewdly, with wet smacks against the plush of your ass, one hand keeping you down face-first into the mattress by the back of your neck, the other pulling you harder down onto his cock by your waist.

"Bunny! A-ahh...shut up and fuck me more-!" You whined, slurring over your own words with each hard drive of his swollen cock into your poor pussy struggling to take all his massive size in.

The fake, mocking pity and sympathy he was spilling into your ear made it only better worse...

"Ay... pobrecita," he murmurs again, voice dripping honeyed condescension. "You're so desperate for me to wreck you... and yet you still call me such mean names after I'm done."

He leans down fully now, his towering frame pressing over yours like a shadow made of muscle and melancholy. One hand slides from your neck to grip your hip possessively- fingers digging just enough to leave marks- and the other tangles roughly in your hair

With one sharp tug backward on your hairline "Look at me."

His red eyes bore into yours, dullish but glowing with quiet dominance, and then he kisses you the split second you turn your head slightly, not even giving you a chance to process it.

That cocky fucker...!

Bunny doesn't care about your spluttering. Doesn't care that you're choking on your own spit, overwhelmed by the kiss and his relentless rhythm

He likes it

The way your lips tremble under his, how your body jerks with each slap of his heavy balls against your sensitive clit, he feels every twitch, every shiver, and it only makes him kiss deeper

His tongue invades yours with slow dominance-- a quiet man taking what he wants like it's already owed to him

When he finally breaks the kiss- a soft pop sound escaping your wet lips, he doesn't pull far back. Just an inch or two so he can watch you: flushed face, glazed eyes still blinking from lack of air... utterly wrecked by just a single aggressive kiss from above while getting railed into oblivion below

A faint smirk plays on his scarred mouth, the first real expression besides fake pity tonight.

"I hate you! Th-this means...god, fuck!" You moaned, shivering hard, eyes rolling back "...ugh...th-this means absolutely nothing! I still hate you!" But the way you kept clenching harder to pull more of him in said anything but hate

Bunny's smirk doesn't fade. If anything, it grows, just a millimeter wider, just enough for the scar across his cheek to stretch slightly.

And he laughs. A low, velvet hum of amusement that vibrates through his chest and into your back where he's pressed down on top of you

"Mentira," he whispers, voice smooth as sin. "You don't hate me."

His hips slow to emphasize each word with deliberate thrusts that sink deep... so deep they make your breath hitch in little broken gasps

"If you hated me..."

Another slow grind forward- his cock dragging perfectly against every sensitive spot inside you....

"...you wouldn't be squeezing my dick like this."

And oh god- it's true

Your pussy is gripping him like it never wants to let go- pulsing around him with desperate need while your traitorous body arches up toward more contact instead of pushing away.

"F-Fuck you!! A-ahhh, shit.." you yelped, then immediately melted down into the mattress, drooling on the sheets as he molded your insides perfectly to his huge cock

Bunny watches you melt with quiet satisfaction-

Your body goes completely limp beneath him. No resistance. No fake anger left in your muscles.

He slows even more now, not stopping that steady rhythm, but turning it into something deliberate, almost worshipful in how he moves.

Each thrust is deep. Precise. His hips roll rather than snap forward this time-- grinding slowly so every ridge of his thick cock drags against your inner walls perfectly... stretching you just right without pain..

And then there's the heat building between you, the room silent except for wet skin slapping softly against skin and Bunny's soft breaths near your ear.

It was so... pornographic, so filthy that it was impossible for your tummy not to react, not to flip upside down with fuzziness and intense pleasure at the breathy moans and grunts he was letting out into your ear, some even seeming like he was forcing them deliberately to mock you further

He shifts softly, turns your body slowly so that he can see your face properly now, and adjusts his hips, broad tip now hitting deliberately at your g spot-- and you let him, taking everything he gives you like a broken doll..

"Hngh..mmmh!" You slurted nonsense now, eyes rolling back hard and your pussy squelching embarrassingly loud around his fat cock

The sound is truly obscene

Wet. Loud. Unapologetic

Every time Bunny pulls back, your soaked pussy clings to him like it refuses to let go- then splat - he drives right back in with that thick cock of his, splitting you open again and making the lewd noise echo through the quiet room.

And he hears it all.

Of course he does- nothing escapes those dull red eyes or that hyper-focused mind of his. He's tuned into every noise you make: the nonsense slurting from your lips, those breathy moans slipping out between each deep thrust... even how your stomach visibly trembles with each wave of pleasure rolling through you

He knows exactly what this is doing to you.

So naturally...

Bunny leans down closer, until his mouth hovers just beside your ear, and deliberately lets out a low "Mmmh...~"

A fake groan? Maybe, not entirely. There's something real underneath-- the primal satisfaction any man feels when fucking someone so perfectly... but yeah... part of it is for show.

Just another way to tease, pretending he's enjoying himself more than usual... just for you

"Shut it!" You whined pathetically, making him only laugh more.. and oh, his laugh is soft.

Almost sweet- but it carries that quiet, cruel edge he wears like cologne

That breathy chuckle. The one that starts deep in his chest and slips out through slightly parted lips. It's not mocking with malice... no, it's worse

It's affectionate. Playful. Like he genuinely finds your pathetic whining cute

And when you completely collapse beneath him, your whole being giving out entirely, body now flat against the mattress in total surrender, he doesn't speed up

Oh, no.

He slows down even more.

Each drag of his cock becomes a torturously long slide- all the way out until just the tip remains inside you and even then barely, then back in with agonizing slowness... stretching every nerve as your pussy clenches helplessly around him trying to pull him deeper, faster than this maddening pace allows.

His hips move like liquid.. smooth, controlled waves of pleasure-pain-ecstasy.

"Mmhm... you're clenching so tight around me like you're scared I'll stop."

He lets out another one of those breathy chuckles- the kind that makes your toes curl-- and follows it with a kiss pressed lightly to the shell of your ear before whispering tauntingly

"Should I stop? Hm?"

"No! Fuck, Bunny! Don't you fucking dare-!!"

He pulls out completely.

With one smooth motion, his cock slips from inside your soaked pussy with an audible pop-- leaving you suddenly empty and gasping as if someone ripped warmth straight from your core.

...

"W-why are you doing this to me?" You whined out in pure frustration, stretched out hole gaping with the absence of him

Bunny sits back slightly on his knees, still towering over you even while sitting. He looks down at your trembling form- flushed skin, heaving chest, that glistening pink hole between your thighs twitching in the open air like it's mourning him.

His cock is still hard...

Thick and heavy against his stomach. Unaffected by anything but you- by how wet she is for him despite you pretending to hate him just minutes ago

Its adorable.

Way too adorable not to mess with around more.

So bunny tilts his head, slowly, keeping that innocent, polite smile intact while his voice dropped low and smooth.

"You were saying something about hating me?"

You despised his guts. This smug bastard..

"Bunny.." you sighed out sharply, eyes narrowing up at him in rage mixed with suspicion "what are you trying to get at?..."

He leans back a little further-- still sitting on his knees, and casually wipes his palm down the length of slick his cock. A slow stroke. Not to relieve himself... just to taunt you

His red eyes lock onto yours with that unnervingly calm stare, the one that sees everything you're not saying.

And then... he smiles again

Just a small, quiet curve of his lips... the kind someone might wear when they've already won before the game even started.

"You know what I want," he says simply, voice lower now, velvet-dark and almost lazy.

"But I want you to say it." He adds after another beat of silence... "say that you want me."

You groan loudly, then relent

"Fine! I want you, bunny! Want your cock so fucking badly, you always fuck me so good I lose all sanity, th-thats why I cant stay away from you!"

Silence follows. He freezes. Then huffs lowly.

Without a word, Bunny grabs both sides of your hips in one swift motion and yanks you toward him.

The sudden pull sends your body sliding forward across the mattress- fast and rough.

With a low grunt escaping him, something between a growl and that same breathy sound he makes when he's truly turned on, Bunny aligns himself and shoves back inside you in one deep thrust

Fully seated in an instant.

The sudden fullness makes you gasp, sharp and loud, as your body stretches to accommodate him again even more intensely after the brief pause

He starts moving immediately- hard, relentless thrusts from the very first second. His hips snap forward with controlled power, each drive punching deep into your core and hitting weirdly pleasurably at your very cervix.

"Ah.. mi amor..." he murmurs, breath warm on your skin. "You said you hated me five minutes ago.."

A pause. A deliberate thrust deeper than the last one- making you whimper beneath him... "And now look at you. Squirming. Dripping around my cock. Begging for it without even asking properly."

Another chuckle-- breathy, amused... "Such a liar."

"Shu-shut up!"

Bunny doesn't shut up. Of course he doesn't.

He smirks, you can feel it against your ear, and deliberately brushes his lips there before speaking again, voice even softer now. More intimate. More annoying.

"Mm? What was that?"

Another slow, deep thrust... just to remind you who's in control

"You want me to shut up? After you just screamed how much you love my cock?"

And when his steady, thick fingers come down in between your joined bodies to flick and tease at your clit... pressing tight circles there... you shattered.

The moment your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clamping down on him like a vise, pulsing wildly around his cock- Bunny's breath hitches into a few wet hiccups--

His rhythm stutters

For the first time since he started fucking you, that calm, composed dominance wavers. His hips falter for just a second- like his body can't process how good it feels being squeezed so tight by your pretty cunt.

With three deep, frantic thrusts... Bunny buries himself as far into you as physically possible and cums hard.

His thick cock surges inside you as he spills deep, hot and heavy, pumping load after load while his hips jerk involuntarily from the intensity of his own release, his body locks up above yours, muscles tense..

And when he finally recovers, its no fucking surprise to you he's right back to his teasing self.

"See?... its not that bad to show your weaknesses to someone like me, amor.."

[conleches]

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Meet Cute | Bunny Iglesias x Fem!Reader

You don’t really know how you were able to met Bunny Iglesias. You remember meeting him at a party bar, where you were dragged by your friends who wanted to party during your vacation in Barcelona.

The memory was blurry by how much alcohol and laughs you had. Your eyes wondered across the sea of people and there you saw a pale lavender-ish haired man hunched over the bar and you were talking about how “pretty” he was and dumbfoundly your friends decided to dare you to go up to him and ask him out.

That was why you were out here drunk and giggling standing in-front of this man.

“Hello…mister...” you went up there with full—fake—confidence, hiding your anxiousness of making a fool of yourself in-front a random stranger when he heard you, it made him pique his interest.

The white-haired man glanced up from his drink, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Lo siento, preciosa , pero no entiendo inglés,” the man said with an amused chuckle. You blinked at him for a moment before pointing triumphantly at yourself.

“Uhmm..” you muttered while internally cussing at yourself for being dumb and coming up here, why in the hell did you agreed to your friends stupid dare..

“!Sí! ¡Te entiendo un poco..”You held your fingers a tiny distance apart. “Mi español es…” You searched desperately for the word before blurting out, “…muy malo…hablo un poco español.”

Bunny just laughed at you and let you continued on while eyeing at your figure trying to come up with what to say next

“¿Tú…” you mumbled, squinting as if the words might magically appear in your head. “Eh…tú..eres…muy…” You frowned while trying to concentrate on what to say . “¿Guapo?… ¿Tú… entiendes?”

Then you burst into laughter before he could answer, covering your face with both hands.

“Sorry,” you giggled. “My friends—mis amigos—uhm…they dared me to come ask you out.” You pointed vaguely toward the group of girls snickering from across the bar. “They’re probably laughing at me right now.” You laughed and brushed off the strand of hair blocking your face, “I’m sorry about that..” then you flashed him a smile.

You were so busy laughing at yourself that you completely missed the way the white-haired man looked at you. For a brief moment, Bunny simply stared. It was a bit late in the relationship to realize this, but you finally discovered that Bunny, per se, didn’t like to see people happy.

That realization made you freeze because when you first met, you were drunk and laughing.

“But you see, cariño,” Bunny murmured, “your laugh was so pretty and effortless. I love to hear it, whether it is loud or quiet.”

That’s what he said….

It wasn’t often someone approached him without recognizing who he was—without wanting a picture, an autograph, or something in return. As a rising football star, he enjoyed going out in public to eat or visit bars, but tonight he had been dragged out because the FC Barcha squad wanted to party at this specific spot.

Bunny assumed you probably had no idea who he was. It made him chuckle, knowing you had the guts to embarrass yourself in front of a stranger—let alone a famous athlete.

He rested an elbow against the counter, the corner of his lips curling into an amused smile.

“Qué desastre eres,” he murmured with a soft chuckle. “Pero eres adorable.”

You blinked hearing him murmured those words, you swallowed and gulped down knowing that either this man was accepting your clumsy flirting to him.

He tilted his head, ruby-red eyes catching the warm glow of the bar lights as they settled on you.

“Si me lo pides otra vez…” he said smoothly, “…esta vez diré que sí.”

You stared blankly. “…What…?”

His smile only widened—just a little.

“You don’t fully speak Spanish.”

You shook your head sheepishly. “Not…really…just a bit..but I’m not…good…”

He took a slow sip of his drink before looking back at you, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“So what did you say?”

“I just said…” He let the sentence hang on purpose, enjoying your confused expression. “…something nice to you.” Then he flashed you a smile.

“Oh…were you flirting?”

His chuckle answered the question before he did.

“Maybe.” He said on a humming note,

“Oh well…,” You laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Sorry for bothering you,” you said with an embarrassed grin. “I’ll… uh…go before my friends make fun of me even more.”

You turned your body to leave him, your face silently flushing with embarrassment. But before you could take more than a single step, gentle fingers wrapped around your wrist.

You turned back around.

There was a large hand that grabbed your wrist, that belonged to him, gripping you in a strange, possessive sort of way. He was still perched on the barstool, holding you loosely but firmly, his expression completely relaxed and still wearing a smile. Yet, there was an unmistakable curiosity dancing in his red eyes.

“Espera,” he murmured. He smiled to himself, watching your reaction before smoothly switching to English.

“What’s your name, cariño?”

Yeah, there was absolutely no doubt this man was flirting with you. Even if your Spanish wasn’t great, you weren’t that oblivious.

“Oh... my name? Well, it's—” You glanced to the side, trying to pull away, seemingly deciding if you wanted to continue on but you saw your friends smiling and giggling.

The only reason this all happened the first place was you thought he was pretty and hot…that was all…and now..you had to deal with the consequences.

“Cariño, it pains me that you don’t even want to tell me your name,” he interrupted your train of thought playfully.

You rolled your eyes lightly. “Well, my name is […]”

He smiled, the grip on your wrist loosening into a gentle stroke. “See? Isn't that hard to tell me.”

“Uhhhm...yeah”

He repeated your name slowly, tasting the syllables and making sure he pronounced every single one correctly before nodding to himself. “It suits you.”

You nodded your head. “And yours?”

He grinned, leaning a bit closer. “Bunny.”

You stared at him for a long, quiet moment. “...You’re lying.”

“I’m not, cariño.”

“...Your parents looked at a tiny baby and said, ‘Yeah, Bunny. We should definitely name him Bunny’?” Your dry joke broke through his smug exterior, making him laugh—a genuine, bright sound this time. “It sounds like naming your pet bunny or a cartoon character, are you sure that’s your name…bunny?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled, his eyes crinkling. “But my name is Bunny. Bunny Iglesias.”

He rested his chin in his palm, his gaze never leaving yours. He looked as though your disbelief was the absolute funniest thing he had heard all week.

You blinked, the full name echoing in your mind. “Iglesias... that sounds familiar...”

He tilted his head, his smile widening as he watched the realization slowly dawn on your face. He didn't offer any clues, clearly enjoying the way your brow furrowed as you tried to place where you had heard that name before.

"Familiar, huh?" he echoed, his deep voice carrying a trace of an amused purr.

Your eyes darted from his striking red eyes to the expensive, athletic cut of his jacket, and then past his shoulder toward the VIP lounge.

Across the bar, a group of loud, athletic-looking men in casual outfits were laughing and downing shots. One of them wore a shirt with a distinct, golden crest—the unmistakable logo of FC Barcha

Your jaw dropped slightly. Your mind raced back to the sports headlines, the viral football clips, edits, and the roaring stadiums. Bunny Iglesias. The New Generation World XI forward. The rising prodigy of Spanish football.

You were currently getting hit on by a world-class athlete whose face was plastered on billboards across Europe and the one that you saw many edits about…

“Oh my god…” you opened your mouth widely which just made him more amused about this unlikely interaction you were having.

"You..." you stammered, pointing a finger at him. "You play for Barcelona. You're that Iglesias. Like…THE IGLESIAS.”

Bunny let out a soft, delighted chuckle, finally releasing his grip on your wrist only to slide his hand down to catch your fingers.

He gave them a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"Ah, so you do know me," he said, pretending to look disappointed. "And here I thought I finally met someone who just liked me for my charming personality”

Bunny leaned in closer, his chest shaking with a silent laugh as he took in your sheer, wide-eyed panic.

He could practically see your hesitation and embarrassment with you turning your head and close your eyes as you mentally prayed to every deity in existence to open up the floor and swallow you whole.

“Fuck me… fuck me…fuck me and my absolute, peak-level stupidity.”

You repeated the phrase like a manic; inside your head, you were having an entire internal monologue while fighting the urge to hysterically laugh out loud because you felt like everything was a dream and you weren’t even in spain. “It’s fine. It’s totally okay. I can just… walk away. I'll just say 'adios' and leave. I surrender…He’ll let me go… right? Right. Yeah. Sure. For someone named after a harmless little rabbit, why the fuck does he look so terrifyingly intense right now?”

Your body language was completely giving you away that you were regretting and facing humiliation in-front of him by how your hands were balled into tight fists at your sides, and your knuckles turning white as you seemingly trembled right where you stood.

You couldn't tell if the shaking was because:

1. You were still undeniably a little drunk from the bar's cocktails and a migraine was forming.

2. The sheer adrenaline of actually going through with your friends' stupid dare was finally crashing down on you. Plus you and your friends all screaming and laughing too loud.

3. You had just completely, thoroughly embarrassed yourself in front of a total stranger. Who was THE Bunny Iglesias and you’ve kinda just went up to him and flirted.

4. You actually kinda…no..REALLY like him—and this dare was absolutely not supposed to go this way.

5. Lastly why the fuck was he looking at you like that?

You bit the inside of your cheek, your wide eyes locked onto his. Bunny didn't look offended, and he certainly didn't look bored of you. Instead, he leaned forward against the counter, his broad shoulders shifting as his gaze entirely consuming you.

The famous forward player, Bunny Iglesias, looked at your flushed, trembling self and completely fallen in love with you taking his breath away.

“Shot of expresso or whatever they say…pretty sure you can imagine the song “Take your breath away by Berlin playing in his head.”

“Qué pasa, cariño?” he purred, his voice dropping into a low, velvety tone that did nothing to help your racing heart. “¿Te ha comido la lengua el gato?”

He didn't bother translating, completely aware that the more he spoke in Spanish the more it made your brain short-circuit further. He rested his cheek against his knuckles, while his vibrant red eyes locking onto yours with absolute amusement.

“No te preocupes, no muerdo... a menos que me lo pidas,” he whispered, a wicked grin stretching across his handsome face.

You just stood there, entirely frozen. Still staring at him completely just looking at him, ignoring everyone else.

“You’ll condemn yourself if you fumble this. You would literally start crying. You’ll be one of those people on TikTok with tragic lore like, ‘Yeah, a famous person was genuinely interested in me but I said no,’ and everyone in the comments would cry for you and calling you out.”

To be honest, the more you stared down at him—watching the easy, relaxed way he smiled up at you, and the rugged line of his cross-shaped facial scar made you look more at his face, completely allured by his smile.

To you... he was absolutely beautiful. He was charming and his presence was entirely overwhelming. But you can't give in yet.

“No... get a hold of yourself. Please do not give in to temptation. Mother Mary, please grant me strength, do not let me fold right now.”

Bunny noticed the sudden, frantic shift in your expression, your internal panic evidently painting itself all over your face.

A low, thoroughly amused rumble shook his chest as he shifted his weight, his thumb running over your knuckles one more time.“¿Qué pasa, mi vida?” he murmured, his deep Castilian accent wrapping around you like red velvet. “Estás pensando demasiado. Sé que te mueres por decir que sí, así que deja de pelear contigo misma.”

He didn't translate a single word, but the, confident gleam in his red eyes told you everything you needed to know.

Please, someone, anyone, my mom calling me and scolding me, my friends screaming and needing for help , a sudden bar fight—literally anything to save me, you pleaded to the heavens.

He reached out, his thumb gently brushing against your burning cheek. “Awh, princesa... it’s no fun when you go completely silent on me,” he teased in English, his smirk widening as he took in your flushed face. “Or are you just realizing how much trouble you are really in?”

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence. His gaze was so heavy, so entirely focused on you, that it left no room for doubt—this man wanted you, and he wanted you badly.

He let out a soft, delighted laugh, the sound low and entirely smug. “I am teasing you, cariño. Relax,” he said, his red eyes dancing with amusement. “Though… I think your friends owe me a massive apology now.”

You glanced across the crowded bar, where your friends were practically pressed against the opposite wall, frantically whispering and watching your every move from afar.

“They’re probably convinced you rejected me, by how you aren’t even speaking nor sitting down beside me..”Bunny reasoned, his grin only widening.

“I don’t think I did…,” you mumbled, your voice a little breathless.

Bunny’s fingers loosened around your wrist, though he didn’t let go immediately.

Instead, his thumb lightly stroked the sensitive skin of your pulse point, a slow, deliberate touch meant to keep you rooted to the spot. “You should stay.”

You looked at him, completely surprised. Then A small, soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I like you..”

You blinked, your heart doing a violent flip and a blush appeared on your cheeks.

“And your smile,” he added, his voice dropping into a smooth, quiet purr that was purely meant to fluster you even further.

For a second, you simply stared at him, your brain stalling out entirely under the sheer weight of his flirting. “…That’s, uh…”

You reached up and awkwardly scratched the back of your neck, unable to stop the nervous, breathless laugh that slipped out. “…Kind of a weird thing to say to someone you met, like… a minute ago.”

“It is?” He pondered fakingly, tilting his head with an expression of pure, innocent confusion that didn't match the hungry gleam in his red eyes at all.

“…Yeah,” you nodded quickly then laughed it off out loud, “hahahaha…that’s..your so funny…I should leave!”

“Awh, princesa why are you so scared, I mean it,” he said easily. He leaned just a fraction closer, his broad shoulders cutting off the rest of the noisy bar until it felt like it was just the two of you. “Me encantas, de verdad. I don't say things I don't mean, cariño.”

You looked at him suspiciously, your eyes narrowing as you tried to decide if this was all just a game to a famous athlete who was used to getting whatever he wanted especially since he was such a smooth talker he probably did this to many girls.

“…Do you tell everyone that?”

“No.”

“You swear?”

“I swear.”

His answer came so easily, so completely unbothered, that it caught you entirely off guard. He wasn’t even trying to impress you or put on a show.

If anything, he looked genuinely amused by the fact that you found his sudden, intense attraction to you so hard to believe.

“I don’t believe it,” you muttered, trying to inject some steel back into your voice despite your pounding head. “You probably did this to many girls before.”

Bunny paused, his thumb continuing that slow, agonizingly brushstroke against your wrist.

He didn't look offended by your accusation. If anything, your skepticism only seemed to fuel his amusement.

He tilted his head, his sharp red eyes locking onto yours “¿Eso crees?” he murmured softly, a lazy smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“You think I spend my free time wandering around Barcelona plazas holding the hands of random tourists?”

“I mean... you are a famous football player,” you countered, crossing your arms while he still held your wrist. “It’s kind of in the job description, isn’t it?”

Bunny let out a low, breathy chuckle, leaning in just closer. Making you shudder and step back.”

“Te equivocas, cariño. I don't chase people. I don't have the patience for it.”His grip softened, his fingers sliding down to catch yours, locking them securely. “But you...I like you..and I don’t lieee…” he hummed.

You swallowed hard, your eyes darting down to his lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up to his vibrant red gaze.

“You're… you're doing this on purpose,” you stammered, your face burning so hot you were certain you were glowing under the dim bar lights. “You’re just trying to mess with me.”

“¿Yo?” Bunny feigned innocence, putting a hand over his chest while his grip on your wrist tightened just enough to tug you half an inch closer.

“ Oh I would never. I am just a lonely football player enjoying the company of a very pretty, very loud girl who crashed into my night.”

“I wasn't loud,” you protested weakly, though your voice lacked any real bite.

“You were laughing at yourself so hard you almost tripped over your own feet,” he corrected cheerfully, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest.

“It is amusing, And now, you are standing here trembling like a little bunny, looking at me like you want to run away.”

“Ironic, because you are the bunny here,” you muttered under your breath. He paused, his gaze dropping to your balled fists before slowly traveling back up to lock onto your wide eyes

“But you aren't running,” he whispered, his voice dropping, “Why is that, cariño? Are you starting to like me back?”

You opened your mouth to deny it—to throw out another sarcastic joke or insist that you were being played trapped—but the words completely died in your throat.

You let out a sharp, snarky huff, rolling your eyes as dramatically as your dizzy head would allow.

“Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself, conejo,” you shot back, using your terrible accent.

Bunny’s eyebrows shot up in pure delight, a bright, booming laugh escaping him.

“¿Conejo?” he echoed, his thumb tracing a smooth circle over your pulse point again, making your skin burn.

He looked down at your accusing finger, then back up to your lips, his gaze darkening. Which made you look away, making you internally question this man more, ‘genuinely why is he looking at me like that’

“You like the menace, don't you?” Bunny joked while making a whistling sound.

“I hate you,” you groaned, burying your burning face into your free hand while your heart hammered violently against your ribs.

“Mentirosa,” he chuckled softly, his grip on your wrist softening into a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“You don't hate me at all. Now, sit down before you actually fall over, cariño.”

As he guided you toward the stool, he wasn’t trying to impress you or put on a show. If anything, he looked genuinely serious on getting to know you and didn’t care about you being sarcastic back at him.

To a world-class athlete who usually dealt with people playing mind games, this was honesty one of the most funniest thing he'd encountered all year.

You pulled your hand back from your face, giving him a glaring, look. You dredged into your brain for the harsher vocabulary you’d picked up from your friends, from your own personal experience, determined to take that smug smirk off his face.

“Eres un bastardo molesto,” you snapped, your pronunciation completely ruined by the alcohol, turning the crisp insult into a slurred, tangled mess

Bunny froze for a split second, his red eyes widening. Then, a massive, delighted grin broke across his face, and he threw his head back with another booming laugh.

“¿Un bastardo molesto?” he echoed, leaning his forearms on the bar counter to bring himself right back into your space.

His thumb lazily swiped across your pulse point again, completely unfazed by your aggression. “Dios mío, cariño, you are horrible at pronouncing words, is it because you are drunk right now?”

“Stop laughing at me,” you groaned, your snarky confidence immediately deflating as your ears burned hotter, “I’m not drunk either…” you muttered under your breath.

“I am not laughing at you, I am admiring you,” he teased while making a purring sound. He leaned in so close you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. “Though, if you are going to call me a bastard in my own language, princesa, you should at least roll your R's correctly. Otherwise, it just sounds like you are begging me to kiss you to make you shut up.”

You let out a breathless, defeated gasp, completely short-circuiting at the sheer audacity of his dirty talk and pushing his face away from you . “I—I am not begging you for anything!”

“Mentirosa,” he whispered, his eyes he hummed and rolled his eyes.

“You walked over here because your friends dared you,” Bunny continued. “You embarrassed yourself trying to speak Spanish, laughed at yourself instead of getting upset, and apologized before leaving.”

He shrugged lightly. “I thought it was cute.”Your ears warmed instantly, the blood rushing straight to your face. Trying to escape his intense, focus on you. You glanced over your shoulder and only saw your friends had completely abandoned any attempt to be subtle.

They were practically pressed against the other side of the bar, huddled over their drinks, watching the two of you with expressions that screamed, Why is he still talking to you?!

Bunny followed your gaze toward the table of absolute chaos, a low, deep chuckle vibrating in his chest.

As you stood there completely still, your buzzed brain frantically trying to come up with a snarky comeback to salvage your pride, Bunny shifted.

His large fingers smoothly slipped away from your wrist, granting you a tiny bit of freedom. Yet, he didn’t actually back away. He remained leaned in close, hovering over the counter, leaving you trapped in his personal space.

You could easily catch the rich, faint scent of his expensive cologne. Across the room, you could practically hear the collective gasp from your friends.

The exact moment Bunny released your wrist, they exchanged frantic, wide-eyed glances, completely losing their minds as they began aggressively gesturing to one another from afar.

Bunny tilted his head, completely amused by the silent panic stretching across your face as you looked back and forth between him and your chaotic friends.

“They look very stressed over there, cariño,” Bunny murmured, He rested his chin on his palm, leaning his elbow on the bar counter so he was looking directly up into your eyes. “Are you worried they are going to come over here and rescue you from the big, scary football player?”

“They aren't going to rescue me,” you mumbled, your face still burning. “They’re probably just placing bets on how fast I’m going to fumble this.”

Bunny let out a low, delighted chuckle. “Then don't fumble it. Stay right here with me and prove them wrong.” He gestured with a slight nod of his head toward the space right beside him.

“You came all the way over here on a dare, you butchered my native language, you called me a rabbit, and you called me a bastard. You cannot leave now, princesa.”

Bunny watched them out of the corner of his eye, thoroughly amused by their dramatic reactions. He waved over the bartender with a casual flick of his wrist.

“¿Qué quieres tomar, cariño?” he asked, his voice softening as he looked back at you. He caught himself and flashed a quick, apologetic grin. “Sorry—what would you like to drink? My treat.”

You cleared your throat, trying to regain even a shred of your usual confidence. “Just a a margarita is fine. Thanks.”

He ordered the drinks; the bartender nodding respectfully before rushing off to prepare them.

Bunny then turned his full attention back to you, resting both elbows on the counter.

“So,” Bunny murmured, a playful glint returning to his red eyes. “Since you were brave enough to face a stranger on a dare... tell me, what else do you do for fun”

Before you could answer You glanced from the other side of the bar—completely going blank trying to put two in two together.

Then a chorus of muffled screaming erupted. Your friends had apparently given up on pretending not to watch. One of them shot straight out of their seat, both fists raised triumphantly in the air.

“THEY’RE STILL TALKING!”

“NO WAY!”

“SHE ACTUALLY SCORED!”

“Guys, wait—that’s Bunny! Like, the Bunny Iglesias! Oh my fucking gosh!” While their fingers aggressively flying across her phone screen as she typed into a search engine. “Look at his face. Look at those red eyes and that light hair. Tell me I’m crazy, but isn't that literally Bunny?”

“Bunny? Like a rabbit?” Another girl scoffed, trying to peer over her shoulder. “Girl, that man is built like a brick wall, what are you talking about?”

“No, you idiot! Bunny Iglesias!” The girl with the phone shoved the glowing screen directly into theur face. “The star forward for FC Barcha! Next to Lavinho! The New Generation World XI prodigy! Look at the stadium photo from last week's match! Look at the cross-shaped scar on his face!”

A collective, sharp gasp sucked all the air out of their side of the booth. Someone nearly choked on her drink, slamming her glass onto the table so hard the ice rattled.

“Oh my fucking god,” the girl whispered, her jaw completely dropping. “Our friend, OUR FRIEND, THE […] walked over there on a stupid twenty-euro dare that we made because we hyped her up to go over her ‘crush’ thinking he was a total nobody... and she accidentally reeled in a multi-millionaire international football star?!”

“Is he... wait, is he flirting with her?” The girl squinted, watching Bunny lean his broad shoulders over the counter, completely trapping you in his personal space.

“Look at his body language. He just took his hand out of his pocket and touched her wrist. Oh, he is down bad.”

“Look at her face, she’s literally so pink, awhh so cute! ,” someone giggled, while aggressively shaking the person who choked on their drink.

“Should we rescue her? What if he's an evil man” A worried tone emerged from the group.

“Are you insane? Rescue her from that?” The girl pointed her manicured finger across the room.

“Look at how he's looking at her! Like a starving man, plus she doesn’t look uncomfortable look at her.”

“She better treat us for lunch tomorrow.”

“As if we are even gonna see her tomorrow,” another teased, wiggling her eyebrows knowingly.

Bunny glanced over your shoulder toward the table of absolute chaos. One of your friends gave him an enthusiastic thumbs-up. Another saluted him. A third mimed wiping away tears as if witnessing a beautiful romance unfold on a movie screen.

Bunny couldn’t help but laugh. “You have very… supportive and loving friends.” He raised an eyebrow, highly amused.

You sighed heavily. “I was supposed to walk over, embarrass myself, get turned down, and come crawling back. Instead…” You gestured weakly between the two of you.

“This happened.”

Across the room, one of your friends suddenly stood right up on a chair. “YO, [….]! ASK FOR THEIR NUMBER!”

Another immediately shouted back, “WE BELIEVE IN YOU!”

You groaned so loudly that several nearby patrons laughed. “I am never going out with them again.”

Bunny rested his chin against his hand, watching your flustered expression with obvious satisfaction. “I don’t know…” His smile softened. “I think I should thank them.”

You turned your head slowly, seeing him tapping his chin while resting his hand on his palm, eyeing you intently. “…Why do you want to do that?”

“Because if they hadn’t dared you…” His vibrant red eyes locked onto yours. “…you never would’ve come over and said hello mister.”

Bunny looked at you for a quiet moment before smiling to himself. A loose strand of your hair had fallen into your face. Without much thought, he reached over.

“¿Puedo?”

You caught that one. “…Sí.”

His fingers gently tucked the strand behind your ear before pulling away just as quickly.

His touch was light, almost absentminded, yet somehow it left your heart beating a little faster.

“There,” he said softly.

“…Gracias.”

“De nada.” He studied you for another second before a brilliant grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “¿Siempre sonríes así?”

You blinked. “…Yeah, I’d say so.”

“I like it very much,” he chimed in..”

You let out a subtle laugh “You’re very confident.”

“I know that, cariño,” he countered smoothly. “If I wasn’t, then I’d have none.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “…Qué descarado.”

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Oh?”

He laughed, making the corners of his eyes crease. “ really I like talking to you.”

Your expression softened. “…You barely even know me.”

Before you could think of a comeback, he reached out again. This time, it wasn't for your hair. His finger lightly poked your cheek two times, making your eye twitch in surprise.

“…Oye.” You stared at him, dumbfounded. “…Did you just poke me?”

“I had to.”

“Why?”

“Because it looked cute.”

“…That’s your explanation?” You laughed, gently swatting his hand away. “Qué raro eres.”

Bunny looked at you for a long moment, the amused smile on his face softening into something much quieter. “You know…” he murmured.

“Hm?”

“I think your friends are going to be very disappointed if you leave now.”

You followed his gaze. Across the bar, your friends were practically hanging over one another, shamelessly watching your every move. The moment they noticed you looking, they immediately started making exaggerated hand hearts and aggressive thumbs-up signs.

You groaned again. “I’m never speaking to them again.”

Bunny laughed. “I don’t believe you.”

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Then, before you could say anything else, Bunny stepped just a little closer.

“¿Puedo?”

You blinked. “…What?”

He tapped a finger lightly against his own cheek, silently asking for permission. Realizing exactly what he meant, you let out a nervous, breathless laugh. “…Uh…”

You barely had time to nod before he leaned in and pressed the briefest, gentlest kiss against your cheek. It lasted less than a second before he pulled away. When he looked back at you, he was smiling.

“Buenas noches,” he said softly.

Your brain completely stopped working. “…I…” Heat rushed straight to your face, making your cheeks feel like they were on fire. “…Did you just—”

From across the bar, a deafening chorus erupted.

“HE DID IT!”

“NO WAY!”

“LET’S GOOOO!”

One of your friends nearly fell right off their stool. “I TOLD YOU THEY’D HIT IT OFF! Holy shit, they’re gonna be making out tonight!”

Another slammed both hands on the table. “Our vacation is peak, guys! We need to book another one for next year!”

Even the bartender looked over, trying—and failing—not to laugh at the spectacle. You covered your burning face with both hands. “Oh my god…”

Bunny glanced toward your cheering friends before looking back at you, completely amused by your reaction. “They seem happy.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “…You planned that, didn’t you?”

He shrugged innocently. “I only said goodnight.”

“…With a kiss.”

“In Spain,” he replied with a teasing smile, “we’re affectionate.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “I have a feeling you don’t greet every stranger like that.”

His grin widened just enough to give his true intentions away. “I just only thought… you would smile again for me”

Your heart skipped a beat. From the other side of the bar came one final, roaring scream “KISS THEM BACK, [...]!”

You buried your face in your hands again. Bunny laughed so hard he literally had to lean against the counter for support. “Your friends are very enthusiastic and entertaining.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s going to hear about this for the rest of the trip.”

Across the room, one of your friends was dramatically fanning themselves while another pretended to wipe away tears of pride. “Guys, our mama is making it!” someone shouted. “DO NOT FUCKING FUMBLE THIS!”

“Shut up!” you called back, unable to stop yourself from laughing.

Bunny watched the exchange with an affectionate smile. “You laugh a lot.”

You looked back at him. “…Is that a bad thing?”

He shook his head slowly, his eyes dropping to your lips for a lingering, heavy moment before snapping back to yours. “No. Me vuelve loco como te ríes, cariño,” he whispered, leaning in until the tips of your noses almost brushed.

“Te juro que me estás tentando demasiado. Deja de jugar conmigo.”

Your breath hitched. You knew enough Spanish to catch the meaning of his words—he was telling you that you were driving him crazy, that you were tempting him too much, and to stop playing games with him. You were pretty sure..

“I’m not playing games,” you lied, your voice smaller now, your fingers nervously tightening against your own sleeves.

You forced a defiant look onto your face, trying to deflect and not seem an easy catch “And I told you, I don't speak good Spanish. So You’re cheating.”

“No estoy trampeando, nena,” he purred, his large hand sliding casually onto the counter, his fingers brushing against your arm just enough to send a sharp shiver straight through you.

His thumb traced a lazy, line against your wrist. “Sé perfectamente que me entiendes... y sé que tú también me quieres. No me mires así si no vas a cumplir lo que prometen esos ojos.

He was talking in a low, whisper, telling you that he knew you understood him, that he knew you wanted him back, and warning you not to look at him like that if you weren't going to follow through.

You let out a breathless, nervous chuckle, rolling your eyes to hide the fact that your knees felt like water and chocked on your laughter having to drop the margarita drink down.

“You are a literal menace, conejo, you know that? I am an innocent tourist. You shouldn't be saying things like that to me.”

“¿Inocente?” Bunny let out a rough, incredibly dark chuckle, his gaze dropping to the visible pulse point throbbing in your neck. “De inocente no tienes nada. Y si te sigo hablando así, es porque me muero por ver qué haces al respecto.”

He was practically hovering over you, his fingers tightening against your wrist with a quiet, a brief acknowledgment to the fact that he wasn't going to let you walk away tonight.

You swallowed hard, your snarky exterior completely melting under intensity of his stare. You wanted to play hard to get a little longer, but looking up into his eyes, you knew you were already losing this battle.

“You're making it really hard to leave,” you whispered, your defenses officially crumbling.

Bunny’s lips curled into a slow, victorious grin, his thumb smoothing over your skin. “Good. Because I have absolutely no intention of letting you go, mi vida.”

Before you could gather your thoughts to throw another snarky retort his way, his grip shifted. His large hand slid down from your wrist, his long fingers smoothly intertwining their way between yours until your hands were completely locked together.

Bunny slowly brought your joined hands upward. His gaze never left your face as he leaned down, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against your knuckles. And a low, velvety purr vibrated against your skin as he kissed your hand, a sound so deeply intimate it made your breath completely catch in your throat.

He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, his touch firm, possessive, and warm against the cool night air.

“Vente conmigo,” he murmured, while kissing your hand.

“Bunny…” you breathed, your snarky exterior completely gone soft as a wave of heat rushed from your neck all the way to your ears.

Lowkey, you wanted him just as badly, and it was noticeable . You weren't pulling your hand back; if anything, your fingers tightened against his, holding onto him just as securely.

“Por favor, nena,” he whispered against your knuckles, pressing another fervent kiss to your skin “Let's get out of here. Leave with me tonight. Just you and me.”

You swallowed hard. You were supposed to play hard to get, but you know what…yeah sure let’s go.. you thought to yourself.

“Yeah, Okay,” you whispered softly, your heart thumping, while you gave him a smile, “Let's go.”

A victorious, happy grin broke across Bunny's face, his fingers tightening around yours as he immediately guided you down the cobblestone path, completely ready to lose the rest of the world with you.

Together, you slipped out of the noisy bar and into the warm Spanish night. Behind you, your friends immediately erupted into another massive chorus of cheers loud enough to pierce right through the open doorway.

“THAT’S OUR FRIEND!”

“DON’T MESS THIS UP!”

“I LOVE YOU MAMI, YOU DA GOAT!”

You covered your face yet again, your shoulders shaking. “I’m actually going to block every single one of them.”

Bunny laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that felt entirely too close. “You won’t.”

“Yeah…You’re right,” you muttered. then looked back at them and waved them goodbye, while one of your friends sent you a flying kiss and pretended to catch it and send one back, laughing.

While bunny smiled at you just simply being happy with your friends.

Side by side, the two of you began to wander through the narrow streets, letting the city’s late-night chatter replace the noise of the party. For the first time that evening, there wasn’t a dare, a joke, or a crowd watching, just talking.

You found out more about him and so did he.

Bunny kept a casual pace, his hands slung into his pockets, but his tall, athletic built frame was angled entirely toward you. Every few steps, his shoulder would lightly brush against yours, and the faint touch of your fingertips crossing each-other while you walked.

“So, princesa,” Bunny broke the silence, his accent dropping into a low, velvety pitch“Now that we are away from your very loud entourage… are you still going to pretend you don't like me?”

The alcohol swirling in your system gave you a sudden, reckless surge of bravery. You stopped walking, turning your body to face him fully, crossing your arms defensively.

“No me gustas,” you fired back, trying your absolute best to piece together a sentence. You squinted at him, your tongue tripping slightly over the pronunciation because of the drinks. “Eres un… un dolor de cabeza. Y muy presumido.”

Bunny paused, his red eyes widening in pure delight. He looked down at you, a smirk spreading across his face as he took a deliberate step closer, completely invading your personal space

“¿Ah, sí?” he purred, his voice dropping into a rough, intimate register.

“¿Soy un dolor de cabeza? Pues a mí me parece que te pones muy nerviosa cuando estoy cerca, cariño. Mira cómo me miras… te mueres por mí y ni siquiera puedes negarlo.”

You understood exactly what he was doing—he was teasing you about how nervous you got when he was close.

“Stop doing that,” you stammered, your face burning a bright, furious red as you tried to take a step back.

But Bunny was faster. His large hand slid out of his pocket, his fingers smoothly catching your wrist.

He didn't squeeze, but his thumb began to trace a slow, agonizingly deliberate stroke over your racing pulse point, pulling you back toward him until the distance between you entirely vanished and both of your faces were near.

“¿Dejar de hacer qué, nena?” he whispered, leaning down until his lips almost brushed your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

“¿Dejar de decirte lo mucho que te deseo? No puedo. Desde que me hablaste, lo único que quiero es tenerte para mí solo.”

“You are… literally a menace. Qué malo eres,” you whispered back.

Meanwhile, back inside the bar, your friends immediately huddled up the second the door clicked shut.

“Wait, holy shit... she’s actually gonna be with an athlete? Does this make her a WAG?”

“Guys she texted me and sent me her location just incase, she said ‘my head hurts and bunny is a pain in the ass but I want him badly’ what should I say?

One chimed in, “tell her to have protection and uhm….just tell her to take care of herself and don’t feel pressured with anything and tell safe”

“Okay okay!”

“Oh shit, guys, what if he is an evil man? Wait, fuck… we forgot! Look him up right now!”

One of your friends hurriedly pulled out their phone, typing furiously. “No… I don't see any bad drama. He has none… I think…he got that one thing with that Japanese boy tho…plus he is really fine people on the internet wants him…like badly..”

“Fuck that, but what if he is secretively evil? We should just send an Etsy witch after him…”

“Girl, what the fuck … an Etsy witch? No, wait! We should all just pray that his knees snap or he gets an ACL tear if he ever does something bad to her.”

The group went quiet for a moment, absorbing the intense threat. One by one, all of them slowly nodded in dark agreement.

“Wait, actually… yeah. An ACL tear woukd work…it will ruin his career, no?”

“I don’t know much but he is pretty liked for how high he can jump like a bunny… so if he bust his kneecaps then bye bye scoceer..”

“Well… I hope he is a nice guy.”

“Yeah…”

“Bunny Iglesias, do not fuck this up.”

The cool night air felt refreshing against your burning cheeks as you walked away from the neon glow of the bar.

For a few minutes, after that conversation you stopped talking to him. The only sound heard between you was the click of your shoes against the cobblestone street and the distant, muffled echoes of Barcelona’s nightlife.

“So,” Bunny broke the silence,“Where are you and your friends visiting from?”

“From, […] We’re just here on vacation,” you said, looking up at him. “We’ve been planning this trip for months. Though I didn’t exactly plan on getting with a professional athlete’ as part of the itinerary.”

Bunny chuckled, the sound deep and effortless. “Is that how you see it?” He hummed, “but all I did was calling you adorable.”

“Qué descarado,” you muttered under your breath again.

He let out a delighted laugh, his red eyes crinkling at the corners. “See? Your vocabulary is expanding already. If you stay in Spain a little longer, I might even teach you how to properly insult someone on the pitch.”

You only sighed and nodded in acknowledgment.

Bunny's face, fingers tightening around yours as he immediately guided you down the cobblestone path.

But you had only taken a few steps before a sharp spike of pain shot directly behind your eyes. The consequences of drinking too much was a huge migraine and the urge of throwing up.

You winced, your eyes shutting tightly as you involuntarily slowed your pace.

A heavy, throbbing started pounding against your temples, making the distant city lights blur into a dizzying smear.

Bunny stopped walking instantly.

Feeling the sudden tension in your hand, he turned his full attention back to you, his grin vanishing.

His red eyes searched your face, noticing how pale you had suddenly become and how you were protecting your head from the dim streetlights.

“Hey,” he said softly, his deep voice immediately dropping into a low, comforting murmur“¿Qué pasa? Are you okay?”

“My head,” you groaned, burying your free hand against your face as a sudden wave of nausea rolled through your stomach. “Bunny …I feel like I'm gonna throw up.”

Instead of looking grossed out or annoyed, Bunny’s instincts kicked in completely. He stepped closer, his large frame blocking out the light as his hand moved to steady your waist.

“Calm down cariño, I’ve got you,” he whispered close to your ear, his touch firm and grounding. He didn't hesitate for even a second. “If you need to throw up, go ahead. I’ll hold your hair back for you, princesa.”

He was genuinely ready to stand in a dark alley and hold your hair back just to make sure you were okay.

“I don't think I actually need to,” you breathed weakly, leaning your forehead against the cool fabric of his jacket just to keep your balance. “I just… I can barely walk. My legs feel like lead.”

Bunny let out a quiet, relieved breath, his chest rising against your cheek. “Okay. No more walking then.” Before you could make sense on what he meant

Bunny didn't even hesitate to carry you . He slid his arm beneath your knees and the other securely behind your back, scooping you entirely off the cobblestone street in one effortless motion.

A breathless gasp escaped your lips. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck to keep your balance, your, aching head resting right against his shoulder.

He began to walk with a steady, easy stride, carrying you through the narrow streets as if you weighed absolutely nothing.

“Wait uhm.. are you sure you can carry me?”

“Mhm, don’t worry…”

As he walked, his eyes glanced down at your face, noticing the tense strain around your eyes. He looked down toward your feet, where your strappy heeled shoes were dangling in the air.

“Hey,” Bunny whispered , against your ear. “Do you want me to take your heels off for you, cariño? For your comfort? They cannot be helping your head right now.”

You let out a weak, tired chuckle against his jacket, your fingers tightening slightly in the fabric of his shirt. “You’re going to walk down a street carrying a girl and holding a pair of heels?”

“I will do whatever makes you feel better, princesa,” he replied a gentle, genuine smile tugging at his lips as he adjusted his grip to keep you completely secure against him. “I am a football player, I’m practically built for strength and endurance…so don’t worry…Just close your eyes and let me handle it.”

Realizing the bright streetlights and the long walk back to your hotel lobby might make your headache worse, Bunny decided against heading straight back. And decided to rest for a bit , so he carried you to a secluded corner of the plaza.

And carefully lowered you onto a smooth, clean stone bench, keeping one hand gently behind your back until he was certain you wouldn't trip over.

Once you were settled, bunny dropped down onto his knees right in front of you, taking off your heels for your comfort. He rested his forearms on his knees so he was looking directly up at your face.

“Better?” he asked quietly, his eyes softening in the dim light.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Thank you. And sorry.”

Bunny let out a quiet, amused breath. “You apologize too much. First for your Spanish, now for having a headache. I don’t know what world you come from, but you don’t have to say sorry every time—especially to me, cariño.”

You peeked one eye open, looking down at Bunny. He looked effortlessly striking. “I just didn't want my first impression to be a mess of person ”

“It's a memorable impression,” Bunny countered, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He reached up, his thumb lightly tracing a soothing circle over the back of your hand where it rested on your knee.

“And I told you. I didn't care about the Spanish. I liked how you simply smiled and laughed.”

He simply watched you, his thumb tracing a soothing circle over the back of your hand. It was nice just talking on the bench, but Bunny took note that staying out here might not be the best for your head.

“Sooo..can I get your number?” He pulled a sleek smartphone from his pocket and held it out to you, the screen already open to a blank contact page. “Unless, of course, you are just playing with my heart.”

“Later, I’ll give it to you…” you mumbled tiredly, “…just take me back to my hotel lobby..please”

“Gracias, mi vida,” he chimed in with a soft whistle.

He effortlessly scooped you back up, carrying you bridal style while your hands latched securely onto his shoulder blades for balance.

“No soy tu vida, solo soy una persona que conociste hace cinco minutos y además eres un mentiroso,” you tried to say, but because the sentence was so long and your head was spinning, your tongue completely tripped over the words and pronounced it horribly .

Bunny stared at you for a second, processing the sentence, before he burst into a genuine, loud laugh. “Okay..okay” Bunny simply said while his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle over the back of your hand.

Then his gaze flicked down to your feet, where your strappy heeled shoes were pressed against the cold stone, and then back up to the tight, pained strain still visible around your eyes.

He took note of the way you slightly shivered when a cool breeze swept through the archway. Sitting out here on a hard stone bench in the middle of a public square—even a secluded one—was far from ideal.

Bunny let out a soft, thoughtful sigh before breaking the quiet. “Hey,” he murmured, his deep voice dropping into that low, comforting register that didn't hurt your ears. “As much as I am enjoying having you entirely to myself right now, this bench isn't going to fix your head, cariño.”

You opened your eyes fully this time, looking down at his face. “I’m okay...”

“You are freezing, and you are still wincing every time you hear a car drive past the plaza,” he countered.

He shifted, his fingers tightening around yours as he stood up from his haunches, instantly towering over you once again.

He leaned in closer, “My apartment is just a few blocks from here. It is quiet, dark, and I have medicine that will actually help. Come back with me.”

You hesitated for a split second, your tipsy, throbbing brain trying to process the invite. ‘Stranger danger’ echoed faintly in the back of your mind. Sure, he was a famous person, and liked you but you had still only known him for a short while.

“Bunny… I don’t think—”

“You don't have to, cariño,” he interrupted softly, his voice gentle as he caught your hesitation. He straightened up slightly, backing away just enough to give you space to breathe. “You can say no, and I can get a taxi for you right now. I don't mind.”

“Um, hold on,” you mumbled, pressing a hand to your throbbing temple. “I need to text my friends....”

“No, go ahead. I get it,” he hummed, nodding understandingly. There wasn't a single shred of annoyance in his face; if anything, his expression was completely respectful. “Safety and all. I won't let you do anything you don't want to do anyways.”

You offered him a weak, smile and pulled your phone out. The bright screen made you wince, but you blinked through the glare and saw a flood of multiple texts from your friends.

They were violently buzzing your notifications, assuring you not to have sex if you didn't want to, aggressively reminding you to ask for protection, and typing out an absolute novel of yada yada advice.

Half of the messages were just telling you to call them if anything felt off, reminding you that they were keeping a strict eye on your location.

A small laugh escaped your lips, hurting your head a little but warming your chest. You quickly typed back, 'Thanks, I love you guys.'

Their replies were almost instantaneous, 'We love you too.'

You locked your phone and slid it back into your purse, looking back up at him. “Okay. I told them.”

Bunny’s lips curled into a smile, “Okay Good...”

Before you could even blink, he dropped down to his knees right in front of you. He stood up and effortlessly scooped you back up, again, carrying you bridal style while your hands latched securely onto his shoulder blades for balance.

“Smile for me,” Bunny asked softly, You peeked one eye open, looking up at him suspiciously “Why?”

“Because,” he whispered, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his own lips as he nudged your cheek with his nose. “I told you before... you smile with your whole face. and I still want to see it, mi vida.”

A helpless, breathless little laugh escaped your lips despite your best efforts to play hard to get.

Bunny’s grin widened into something thoroughly victorious, his red eyes darkening with absolute satisfaction.

“There it is,” he murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against your forehead before continuing his easy stride down the street. “Now close your eyes, princesa. We are almost at my apartment.”

Bunny carried you down the quiet hallway of his apartment, and nudged open his bedroom door with his foot. The room was dark, illuminated only by the soft, glow of the city skyline filtering through the windows.

He moved toward the large bed lowering his towering frame until he sat at the edge of the mattress.

Instead of putting you completely down, he kept you cradled in his lap, letting your back rest against his solid chest while your legs draped over his knees.

“Shssh... I’ve got you,” he whispered,

Without another word, Bunny leaned down, his large hands moving toward your legs. His fingers lightly brushed against your knees, a tender touch that made a sudden shiver ripple straight down your spine.

You let out a soft sigh, your body slumping back completely against his chest as the relief washed over you. “Thank you, Bunny,” you mumbled, your eyes remaining squeezed shut against the lingering, heavy migraine.

“De nada, mi vida,” he murmured right against your crown, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head, gently resting your face against his shoulder.

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of water and a couple of pills. You opened your eyes slightly, looking at him cautiously as your tipsy brain tried to process the situation. Sensing your lingering hesitation, his red eyes softened with complete reassurance.

“Drink this,” he murmured gently. “Nothing in it, I swear.”

Trusting him completely, you forced yourself to take a few sips of the cool water, swallowing the medicine before humming and collapsing back into the white sheets.

Bunny adjusted the pillows around you, pulling the thick, warm comforter over your shoulders until you were perfectly tucked into the bed.

He slid into the bed right beside you, and slid his hand around your waist, embracing you securely ,while his other hand gently a stroked your hair, lulling you into sleep.

The next morning, you woke up slowly to the soft glare of daylight cutting through the expansive bedroom windows.

You lay tangled together in the plush white sheets. While Bunny’s face was directly in front of yours, nothing had actually happened that night—Bunny had kept his promise to not to anything at all.

Moving carefully so as not to wake him, your fingertips gently traced the rugged, uneven line of the cross-shaped scar on his face, the familiar ridges warm beneath your touch. You looked back at the scar, gently brushing your thumb along its edge.

“…Where did you get it?” you whispered softly.

“It’s a long story.”

You leaned in close, your breath fanning across his skin as you hummed a quiet, adoring sound. “You're very pretty,” you mumbled against his jaw, “You're handsome... very.”

A breathless chuckle was heard from bunny’s lips and you chuckled right back.

Bunny reached up, his large hand gently wrapping around the back of your neck to guide your weight back down against the mattress. trapping you beneath his comforting warmth, and buried his face into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your pulse point as he murmured something too low to understand.

He looked down at you, his thumb softly brushing over your cheekbone as his gaze softened. He spoke in a low, gentle tone. “Eres monísima, de verdad... Te quiero tanto,”he murmured.

Before you could even process the weight of those words, he was pressing soft, desperate kisses all over your jaw, your cheeks, and finally down to your lips.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him, pulling his body against yours. Your lips felt completely numb, from his kiss

Then, he shifted, his face burying into the crook of your neck. “I love you..te amo mucho,” he uttered beneath his lips.

You froze entirely, your breath catching in your throat as you stared blankly up at the ceiling.

Slowly, you moved your hands and brought your fingers up to his face, sliding the soft strands of his light hair away from his face while he continued to kiss you.

Your hand lingered against his crown, the pressure of your palm silently signaling for him to stop.

Bunny paused and slowly lifted his head, pulling back just a few inches so he could look down at you. For a long moment, neither of you uttered a word .

You just looked at each other. His eyes were searching your face for any sign of rejection, while his breathing was slightly shallow as he waited for your response.

You stared up into his eyes and smiled “I love you too,” you whispered back softly.

The words had barely left your lips before a visible wave of relief washed over Bunny’s face. Bunny let out a low, shaky chuckle, leaning down to press his forehead against yours, his light purple hair mingling with your own.

“That makes me happy, corazón...” he breathed, You let out a l laugh, your hands still gently cupping his jaw as your thumb smoothed over the rough, uneven edge of his cross-shaped scar.

Before you could even reply, Bunny leaned into you pulling you into a deep, feverish kiss.

Meanwhile, on the completely opposite side of Barcelona, the morning sun was hitting the outdoor patio of a local breakfast cafe.

Your friends were huddled tightly around a small table, completely ignoring their iced coffees and pastries as they stared intensely at a phone screen. One of them slammed their hand on the table, making the silverware rattle.

“Oh, they definitely had sex, brah.”

“Oh, one hundred percent. Did you see the way he kept on eyeing her at the bar? I could feel the tension from were we at.”

Another friend aggressively pointed their spoon that they used to stir their coffee—at the group. “I’m telling you, if she comes to breakfast slouched over and talking about some ‘my legs hurt shit’, they hundred percent did it.”

“Wait, look at his Instagram story from an hour ago,” the third friend hissed, shoving the phone into the center of the table. It was a picture of the sunrise over a high-end apartment and it was a bed picture of someone in the sheets.

“NO FUCKING WAY”

“OH MY FUCKING GOSH”

“Mami looks so fine~”

“HOLY SHIT”

A collective, high-pitched gasp erupted from the table, drawing annoyed glares from a couple of local Spaniards dining nearby.

“BUNNY IGLESIAS, YOU absolute legend!” one of them cheered, raised her coffee cup in a mock toast. “Our baby really didn't fumble the dare.”

“WE DID IT FINALLY SHE—”

“Shut up, look—she just texted the group chat!”

The table immediately went dead silent as they all scrambled to read the single notification flashing on their screens: 'Hey guys, sorry I missed breakfast. Head still hurts a bit. See you at the hotel later. Love you all.”

Your friends all looked up at each other, their expressions perfectly matching.

“Yeah, okay. 'Head hurts.' Sure, Sure.”

“Do you think she knows we can see through her lies?”

“Doesn't matter. The second she steps foot back in that hotel lobby, we bombarding her with questions.”

The friend who was wearing sunglasses suddenly gasped, “Wait! What if he’s a player? Like, a literal player on and off the field? We need to make sure our girl didn't just become a one-night stat sheet for FC Barcha.”

“Please, did you see his eyes last night?” the first friend countered, leaning in so close her nose almost touched the table. “He looked at her like a starving man looking at a five-star tapas menu. He was down bad. I bet you he is probably clinging onto her right now.”

“I agree with her on this one” the third friend scoffed, furiously tapping her phone screen. “Guys... if they get married, do you think he can get us VIP tickets to the El Clásico match?..”

“We can ask him…”

“Guys we don’t even know for sure if he is an okay person, what if he is just using her you know how athletes get with their love scandals”

“Relax mami, i understand you but I’m sure bunny won’t hurt her…i hope..”

“[…] is an independent woman and I’d doubt she would stoop so low, we should give bunny the benefit of the doubt.”

“Everyone who agrees say aye.”

Everyone said aye…except for one.

The one friend that didn’t say no, rolled her eyes, throwing a crumpled napkin across the table. “You guys are ridiculous. First, we were praying for his ACL to tear if he hurt her, and now we are all planning for a wedding…that we aren’t sure…will happen?”

“Hey, hey hey, I can just FEEL it…that they will end up together and a good best friend protects and loves their friend and also plans the bachelorette party.”

“Guys! I have an idea. A Bachelorette party in Ibiza, next year all of us!”

The table erupted into a fresh wave of giggles and frantic whispering as they began plotting exactly how to ambush you with questions the moment you came back in the hotel room.

You let out a soft, defeated breath against his lips, finally trying to untangle your fingers from his soft lavender strands. “Bunny... please,” you murmured, your voice thick with sleep and the breathless ache of his kisses. “I need to get up.”

“No,” Bunny replied instantly. His voice was a low, rumbling right against your skin.

Before you could even shift an inch, his heavy frame moved, nudging you right back down to the mattress.

He playfully pinned you down, sliding his long legs over yours and wrapping both of his massive arms securely around your waist.

He buried his face right into the crook of your neck, his messy hair tickling your jaw as he let his entire dead weight drop completely over you.

“Bunny!” you shouted , letting out a helpless laugh as you tried to push against his broad, shoulders. “Get off me, you're so heavy! You are literally huge, please... I can’t breathe.”

“Me da igual,” he purred into your skin, thoroughly stubborn against the idea of letting you go “I don't care. You aren't leaving this bed, corazón. They can wait.”

He tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you so close bunny lifted his head just enough to look down at your flushed, laughing face.

“I need you here,” he pleaded, affectionately.

Before you could even process how sweet he was being, Bunny started to completely pepper you with soft, kisses.

Pressing them all over your jaw, down your neck, across your m cheeks, and finally right onto your smiling lips, completely drowning out any lingering thoughts of your friends, the hotel, or the rest of the world.

You let out a soft giggle and sigh, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and melting completely into his touch…maybe you’ll stay…

Written by Jammy. Please do not copy and paste or feed my work into an AI. This was completely written by hand, thank you for stopping by and reading!

[kxsagi]

“𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧”

a/n: a lot of people liked this post where it was pics they posted of you, so i decided to turn it the other way around!!! 

inspired by how a few of my mooties have been getting irl boyfriends and it’s their DREAM boyfriends/crushes, too! like as they shoulddd

synopsis: the instagram stories you'd post of them that would make any guy jealous. 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, chigiri hyoma, barou shoei, yukimiya kenyu, iglesias bunny, hugo vivian

isagi yoichi – “crush em” by lil uzi vert

you don't even realize you've accidentally posted one of the hardest soft-launch-adjacent boyfriend photos known to mankind until your notifications start looking like they're under attack because it's just a candid after the world cup final, confetti still stuck in his hair, his jersey wrinkled from 90+ minutes of war, and he's standing next to you with that stupidly bright grin while biting down on his gold medal like every athlete before him, except he's looking at you instead of the camera because the photographer said, "look over here!" and he heard your laugh instead. 

you're standing beside him looking equally exhausted, your own hand still wrapped around his because you grabbed him the second the whistle blew and apparently never let go, and the funniest part is that the picture doesn't even scream "we're trying to be a couple." it more so gives "we forgot there were cameras because we've been celebrating together for the last 15 minutes.” 

every guy looking at the story immediately notices three things in order: he's handsome, he won the world cup, and the first person he looked at wasn't the trophy or the crowd... it was you. 

the caption makes it even worse because it's so confident without trying too hard: "crush em 🥇" 

every football edit account is reposting it because the picture radiates the exact energy of, "yeah, we won. what about it?" and every guy is sitting there wondering why one tiny two-word caption feels like psychological warfare. 

itoshi rin – “merry-go-round of life” by joe hisaishi

your story isn't glamorous whatsoever, which makes it infinitely more devastating because you're sitting on the floor in oversized pajamas, completely folded into your plush blanket with your legs crossed like you're eight years old again, absolutely locked into howl's moving castle playing across the TV as your eyes follow howl gracefully walking across the screen like your life depends on it. 

what you don't know is that rin quietly picked up his phone halfway through the movie because he looked over at you for what was supposed to be one second and accidentally spent an embarrassing amount of time just... staring. 

the picture he takes is painfully domestic. you're looking upward at the television, completely unaware. rin is sitting directly behind you, one knee bent, his chin resting against your shoulder like that's simply where it belongs, his face tilted slightly toward your neck, and – against every law of nature – there's the smallest smile on his face. 

i’m talking about that microscopic little smile people have to zoom in three times to confirm they're actually seeing. the smile reserved exclusively for someone who has absolutely no idea they're being looked at like they're the ending credits to a peaceful life. 

the comments from your friends immediately become: "IS THAT... RIN SMILING????" "HELLO????" "he looks like he wants to crawl inside your skin (respectfully)." 

every guy who watches your story suddenly remembers they've never looked at anyone like that before and quietly exits instagram. 

your caption absolutely buries them: "i was distracted by howl, but rin was distracted by something else."  

rin pretends he hates that caption. but he totally saves the story before it expires. 

itoshi sae – “cariño” by the marias

everybody expects your first story after spain wins the champions league to be a picture of sae lifting the trophy with his teammates. instead, it's you. because the first thing sae did after receiving the trophy wasn't lift it toward the cameras. it was walk over to you. 

he wordlessly placed the entire world cup trophy into your hands despite it weighing way more than you expected, and the exact moment you made the most surprised face imaginable because of how heavy it actually was… he leaned over and kissed your cheek. 

the photographer captured the exact frame where your eyes went wide, your mouth opened in complete surprise, one hand nearly slipping off the trophy because your brain temporarily stopped functioning, while sae looked entirely unfazed by the fact that he'd just hijacked every camera in the stadium. 

he isn't even smiling. he's just looking at you like kissing you after becoming world champion was the most logical next step. 

the trophy becomes the second thing everyone notices. the first thing everyone notices is that the coldest footballer alive apparently becomes casually affectionate around exactly one person. 

your caption? "i almost dropped the trophy because of him 😭😭” 

every sports page reposts it. every comment section becomes: "he gave HER the trophy????" “i'd retire immediately if i lost the champions league and saw this on my feed." “everything i pray for god gives to sae itoshi and doubles it 🫩”  

nagi seishiro – “there’s no other” by felly

it's literally just an elevator mirror selfie. that's it. plain lighting in four boring walls. except nagi decided to flex one arm for absolutely no reason whatsoever after coming back from the gym, and instead of standing normally beside him like any reasonable girlfriend… you're hanging off his flexed bicep with both arms wrapped around it like a tiny koala. 

your feet aren't even touching the floor anymore. you're fully committed, dangling, smiling like your life is wonderful. 

on the other hand, nagi looks completely expressionless in the mirror as if carrying your entire body weight with one arm requires approximately zero effort. 

the funniest part is that one of your shoes is visibly swinging in midair because you started laughing halfway through taking the picture. 

every guy who sees it immediately starts calculating whether they, too, could casually hold their girlfriend off the ground with one arm. the answer is no. 

nagi doesn't even notice why the story goes viral. he just says, “did people like your outfit or something? i mean those sweatpants were really cute…" 

your caption makes it infinitely worse: "my favorite jungle gym." 

nagi reposts it with absolutely no additional text. because, in his mind… it’s accurate. 

mikage reo – “chicken on tree screaming”

nobody has context. nobody needs context. the picture alone tells the entire story. 

reo is caught perfectly mid-fall after you planted the most disrespectful little kick directly into the back of his calves while he was walking ahead of you, his knees buckling just enough for his expensive balance to completely betray him as one designer sneaker leaves the ground and both arms instinctively shoot forward to catch himself. 

you're standing one meter behind him absolutely crying with laughter because you managed to catch the exact frame where he realized he'd been attacked by the love of his life in broad daylight. 

what makes it even funnier is that the picture was obviously taken using burst mode because every swipe after that is just reo slowly recovering while pointing at you in fake betrayal. 

he wasn't hurt. but his pride absolutely was. 

every single one of his teammates replies with variations of: "LMAOOOOOOOO." "deserved.” "she finally humbled you bro." 

reo immediately reposts it saying, "this is domestic terrorism." 

your original caption, however, completely steals the show: "i make his knees weak 😍" 

every guy reading it physically has to put their phone down because you've turned playful assault into the cutest couple post of the week. 

reo complains for exactly five minutes before secretly making the burst photos his favorites because, in his words, "it's nice knowing i'm the reason you laugh like that." 

bachira meguru – “cooking mama” song

this entire situation starts because bachira decides that walking is "too much work" after training, spots you sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone, and without asking a single question, simply walks over, turns around, and plops his entire body weight directly onto you like you're a human beanbag. 

except he doesn't sit next to you. he sits ON you completely – legs folded, elbows on his knees, humming to himself. 

you're underneath him making the most dramatic face imaginable because this grown professional footballer somehow weighs approximately one million pounds despite looking like he lives exclusively on monster energy and bad decisions. 

"megs." 

"hm?" 

"i'm… literally dying…" 

"no, you're not." 

"my ancestors can… see me..." 

"tell them i said hi." 

your friend walks into the living room, immediately starts laughing instead of helping, pulls out their phone, and snaps the picture before either of you can react. 

the final image is criminal. bachira is smiling so brightly he practically has cartoon sparkles around him while completely unaware (or maybe fully aware) of the fact that your face is visibly squished into the couch cushions underneath him, one arm sticking out dramatically like you're reaching toward heaven for salvation. 

every single reply is some variation of: "GET UP???" "FREE HER." “i think you’re suffocating her…" 

your caption? "this FATASS." 

bachira's only response is sending you seventeen crying emojis before sitting on you again out of spite. 

shidou ryusei – “careless whisper” by george michael

you thought making dinner together would be romantic, genuinely, like a domestic diaries dream come true. candles? maybe. music? matching aprons? no. 

instead, you're approximately 12 seconds away from calling the fire department. because shidou caused an ordinary pan to erupt into a genuinely concerning wall of flames that's reaching so high it almost kisses the range hood, and rather than reacting like a normal human being… shidou is loving every second of it. 

your mutual friend had volunteered to take cute candid pictures of the two of you cooking together, expecting wholesome domestic content. what they actually captured belongs in a museum. 

you're clutching the spatula with both hands while leaning as far away from the stove as physically possible, eyes wide, mouth open, visibly screaming something along the lines of, "RYUSEI, WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'LET IT COOK'?" 

shidou is standing beside you grinning like the world's biggest menace, tongue sticking out, one hand on his hip while the other confidently points at the inferno as if he personally invented fire. "LOOK AT THAT FLAME!" 

"THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" 

"IT LOOKS AWESOME!" 

"WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" 

"BUT WE'LL DIE FLAVORFUL." 

that's the picture your friend sends you afterward. somehow… it's adorable. people can't decide whether they're witnessing relationship goals or an insurance claim. 

your caption perfectly summarizes the relationship. "he said dinner was gonna be fire. should've asked him to elaborate." 

shidou reposts it with: "worth it btw." 

the smoke detector can actually be heard in the background of the next story. 

karasu tabito – “DEVOTION” by justin bieber

everyone assumes something horrible must've happened because the picture is just you clocking karasu across the face with a fluffy pillow at full force while feathers are literally exploding into the air like an action movie. 

the timing is so perfect that karasu's head has already started turning from the impact, one eye squeezed shut, mouth still half-open because he didn't even get to finish whatever sentence got him into this situation. 

the funniest part is that he isn't defending himself. because deep down… he knows he earned it. 

five seconds before the picture was taken, he'd looked you dead in the eyes with the most insufferable smirk imaginable and said something so unbelievably sarcastic that your soul temporarily left your body. 

"ya look… acceptable." 

WHACK. 

"... aight… fair enough… i deserved that." 

your friend, instead of intervening like a responsible adult, nearly drops their phone from laughing before managing to capture the exact moment justice was served. 

everyone immediately starts replying: "WHAT DID HE SAY." "HE DESERVED THAT." "CONTEXT???" 

karasu refuses to provide context. he knows the mystery somehow makes him look guiltier. and also, he’d rather keep some things private, too, as they’re more special that way. 

but your caption? "he opened his mouth." 

yeah… explanation unnecessary. 

kaiser michael – “the shining” by the neighbourhood

it was supposed to be one of those breathtakingly romantic pictures you'd frame someday – a field overflowing with wildflowers stretching across the horizon, golden hour, soft sunlight, cinematic breeze. everything was literally perfect. except the weather decided it personally hated michael kaiser. 

the wind absolutely adores you. your hair lifts beautifully around your face like you're starring in the final scene of an award-winning romance film, the flowers swaying gently around your ankles while you look effortlessly majestic. 

then there's kaiser. his expensive hairstyle is experiencing total structural collapse. blue-tipped blond strands keep slapping him directly across the face. one piece ends up in his mouth. he's squinting so aggressively against the wind that he accidentally looks annoyed instead of handsome. 

you're standing beside him looking like a literal renaissance painting, mogging him. 

he sees the picture afterward. "delete it." 

"no." 

"i look ridiculous." 

"i look ethereal." 

"... exactly." 

he still secretly saves it because despite looking like mother nature personally jumped him… you're smiling at him. and that's enough. 

the caption absolutely twists the knife: "one of us got the disney princess treatment 🌼" 

everyone already knows which one. 

kaiser pretends to hate the post. then quietly makes it his lock screen because it's his favorite picture of you. he just crops himself out. 

ness alexis – “gangnam style” by PSY

the two of you stumble across a tiny café with no sign, no social media, and approximately four tables outside, deciding that places like this always have either the greatest drinks imaginable or the absolute worst beverages ever conceived. naturally, you both order something neither of you can pronounce. 

your first sip? incredible. your entire face lights up immediately, eyes widening as you excitedly shove your drink toward ness insisting, "oh my gosh, taste this." 

he trusts you. poor decision. the exact moment he takes a sip, every muscle in his face begins filing for resignation. his nose wrinkles. one eye closes. his eyebrows knit together. his lips purse into the tiniest offended pout. 

he's trying so desperately to be polite because the owner is literally watching from inside… but his face has already betrayed him. 

you're sitting across from him absolutely beaming because your drink tastes like heaven while trying (and failing) not to laugh at the tiny crisis unfolding across the table. 

a friend walking past recognizes the two of you, quietly snaps the picture through the café window, and sends it later. 

it's one of your favorite pictures ever. ness's little sour expression is painfully adorable. he looks like an angry kitten that accidentally licked a lemon. you tell him that. 

he sighs. “i'm never trusting your recommendations in drinks again." 

10 minutes later, he's stealing sips from your cup anyway. 

your caption? "he's so dramatic." 

ness immediately messages you. "i did NOT make that face." 

you send the picture back. 

typing… typing… "... okay maybe i did." 

chigiri hyoma – “bad thing (bunny hop)” by ariana grande 

everyone thinks it's going to be some breathtakingly aesthetic couple photo because, let's be honest, it's the two of you. the lighting is perfect, the background is pretty and chigiri manages to look like he walked straight out of a luxury skincare campaign without even trying. 

except… neither of you is looking at the camera. you're looking at each other. 

specifically, you're giving him the most unimpressed side-eye imaginable because he'd spent the last 20 minutes deliberately poking your cheek every time you tried to take a nice picture. 

"stop moving." 

poke. 

"hyoma." 

poke. 

"i swear to–” 

"your angry face is cute." 

"oh you're about to see a cuter one." 

the photographer catches the exact second where you've finally turned your head to glare at him. chigiri is already looking back. and despite wearing the exact same mildly smug expression he always has… there's the tiniest smile hiding at the corner of his mouth because he knows you're not actually mad. 

it's the kind of look that says, you annoy me… but i like you anyway. 

every girl comments about how pretty chigiri is. 

every guy comments about how they wish someone looked at them with that much fond exasperation. 

your caption says everything: "he's lucky he's pretty."  

chigiri immediately reposts it: "still your favorite." 

ugh he's right. 

barou shoei – “otsukare summer” by HALCALI

barou has spent years cultivating the most intimidating public image possible – a terrifying and untouchable king with an aura so overwhelming defenders start reconsidering their career choices. 

and then you discover snapchat filters. specifically… the one that gives someone gigantic glossy anime eyes, rosy cheeks, fluttering eyelashes, and tiny sparkly cat ears. 

he only let you take one picture because you promised that nobody else would ever see it. you technically keep your promise. because it's only on your close friends story. which, unfortunately for him… includes half the blue lock facility. 

the picture itself is absolutely catastrophic. barou is sitting there with the most aggressively serious expression imaginable while sporting giant sparkling eyes and pink blush that makes him look like a magical girl who's about to transform. the contrast makes it 10x funnier. 

he doesn't even know how filters work. "why's my face like that?" 

"because you're pretty." 

"delete it." 

"no." 

"i'm serious." 

"so is the filter." 

your caption? "barou, barou-kyun!! 🩷" 

barou finds out approximately four minutes later because his teammates refuse to stop laughing. 

your phone receives exactly one message: "you're cleaning the entire house." 

yukimiya kenyu – “juicy” by doja cat

this picture genuinely looks suspicious out of context, which is exactly why you posted it. yukimiya is standing, hands tucked into his pockets, back facing the camera while he casually turns his head over his shoulder. he looks like he's posing for the cover of a magazine, naturally. because that's just what yukimiya does by existing. 

you're crouched behind him, one hand planted directly on his ass. your eyes are comically wide. your mouth is hanging open in fake disbelief. you're staring at your own hand like you've just unearthed an ancient archaeological treasure. the friend taking the picture is laughing so hard the image is almost blurry. 

yukimiya sighs. "are you done?" 

"i'm conducting scientific research." 

"on what?" 

"cake.” 

"... in the public server?” 

people online cannot decide whether to laugh or mind their business. nobody chooses the second option. 

your caption? "archaeologists finally found it." 

yukimiya comments: "please stop documenting your discoveries." 

you heart the comment. 

iglesias bunny – “pony” by ginuwine

bunny insisted the bunny café would be "healing." throughout the entire ride there, he kept saying things like: "it's impossible to have a bad day around rabbits." 

five minutes later… karma arrives. he's sitting at one of the low wooden tables with the fluffiest white bunny imaginable cradled carefully in both hands, smiling so brightly you can practically see sunshine radiating off him. 

then… the bunny shits. directly into his palm. 

for exactly two seconds… there's silence. then bunny absolutely loses it. he starts laughing so hard his shoulders shake. his ears turn bright red. his face follows. tears are literally forming in the corners of his eyes because he cannot stop laughing at the sheer disrespect of the situation. 

"IT PICKED ME." 

"IT DID." 

"WHY ME?" 

"YOU LOOKED TRUSTWORTHY." 

"I AM THE CHOSEN ONE!!" 

instead of helping, you take the picture. the final photo is adorable. bunny is doubled over laughing with the world's tiniest rabbit still sitting comfortably in his hands like absolutely nothing happened, even though the evidence remains. 

your caption: "bf got blessed with shit i’m crine 😭”

bunny reposts it immediately with: "i've never been more honored." 

hugo vivian – “la mentira” by luis miguel

hugo is physically one of the most intimidating footballers on the planet. he’s built like he was assembled in a laboratory – shoulders the width of a doorway and arms that could probably lift an entire refrigerator without warming up. it makes you wonder what he ate growing up to be so big. 

and yet… he becomes the neediest man alive the second you jokingly threaten to leave without him. 

"bye." 

"..." 

"i'm serious." 

"..." 

you take exactly three steps away. then something grabs your leg. you look down. there's hugo, crouched on the floor, both enormous arms wrapped dramatically around your right leg like it's the last life raft on earth. 

he's looking up at you with the most exaggerated pout you've ever seen. his eyebrows are knitted together. his lower lip is sticking out. he looks like someone just told him sci-fi films don’t exist anymore. 

the funniest part? you purposely angle the camera so only your legs are visible. the entire focus is hugo clinging to you for dear life. 

"vivi. people are watching." 

"good." 

"stand up." 

"carry me." 

"you're six-foot-something." 

"and?" 

every reply immediately says the same thing: "THAT MAN IS WHIPPED." 

yes. yes he is. 

your caption is the finisher: "ignore him. he does this." 

but girl, how could anyone ignore this? 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[poetmiu]

rin “ ‘i’m not cute’ then proceeds to look at you all sad and puffy whenever you forget to say ‘i love you’ before he leaves for practice. he won’t say a word and eventually gets so offended that you forgot. how can you sit there and look so pretty when he messed up at practice because he couldn’t stop thinking about you? evil woman. proceeds to get his revenge by depriving you of cuddles at night. you get all whiny and start bugging him until a bulb lights up over your head and you mention your forgetfulness in the morning. “you know i love you do i have to say it every time?” you lull, as he crosses his arms and turns away from you. “okay, okay, fine i’m sorry, i’ll give you morning kisses everyday.” he huffs, “you’re supposed to do that anyway.” you laugh at his attitude, “no i’ll give you ten every morning.” his eyes almost light up as his arms wrap around you. “promise?” he whispers, hurrying his head in the crook of your neck. ‘promise!’ ” itoshi

sae “ who swears he can have his daily fourty five minute nap without laying on your chest. swears up and down he used to do it all the time before you were dating, why wouldn’t he be able to now? vows to prove it by napping on his own this time. though, he’s quick to regret it. he tosses and turns in the dark room, quietly cursing himself out for thinking his daily nap by trying to prove himself right. before he knows it he finds himself making his way to the leaving room where you lay asleep on the couch. seems you also adopted a habit while dating him? shrugs and jumps on top of you and uses your chest as a pillow like he always does. he turns red when your eyes flutter open in response to the sudden weight atop of you, met with him making himself comfortable on you. “told you.” you smile as your eyes close shut, he simply rolled his eyes and grumbles a response. ” itoshi

[kxsagi]

“𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐯𝐬. 𝐬𝐚𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬”

a/n: inspired by this tik tok video i saw LMAO (i’ll attach it at the bottom of this post)

also this is so off topic, but i just watched the first 5 episodes of sparks of tomorrow on netflix since there’s only that much out rn and that anime has me CTFUUU WHAT IS YOSUKE’S PROBLEM 😭😭😭 

synopsis: your boyfriend with kids. 

ft. hugo vivian, itoshi sae

𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐨 ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎

ac goes to SirNagic04 on X

the event had been advertised as "meet france's rising football star!" which sounded incredibly glamorous until you actually got there and realized it was just hugo sitting cross-legged on a colorful kindergarten rug while six children argued over who got to bonk him with a foam football first. 

a little girl smacked the ball directly into his forehead. 

thunk. 

he blinked once. 

"again!" she cheered. 

"okay." 

she did it again. 

the volunteer beside you gasped. you gasped. hugo simply picked the ball up and handed it back like this was an average monday for him. 

with each minute that went by, it got worse. one kid climbed onto his shoulders without asking. another decided his face looked "too empty" and started decorating it with washable markers. 

"hmm..." the little boy hummed seriously. "you need a mustache." 

"okay." 

"and whiskers." 

"okay." 

"and sparkles!" 

"... okay." 

you nearly choked on your own laughter. 

"vivi," you called, barely containing yourself, "are you just... letting this happen?" 

he looked over with little pink stars scattered across his cheeks and what appeared to be a baguette drawn on his forehead. 

"they're having fun." 

"... that's your defense?" 

he shrugged. "they're five." 

later, a tiny girl had somehow braided three colorful ribbons into his dark red hair. another had claimed one of his massive hands and was comparing it to hers with the most serious expression imaginable. 

"mine's bigger." 

"no fair!" 

"you'll get there." 

she accepted that answer immediately. 

you watched him patiently tie untied shoelaces because little fingers couldn't quite manage bunny loops yet. he listened with complete seriousness as one boy explained that dinosaurs would've been better at soccer than france's national team. 

when another child burst into tears because her drawing "looked ugly," hugo silently took the crayon from her, drew the world's most crooked little flower beside it, and said, "mine's uglier." she giggled. crisis over. 

your heart did something incredibly embarrassing. this wasn't the hugo everyone else knew. not the man who could play under no pressure in a stadium filled with 80,000 people or the man who answered interviews with one sentence if reporters were lucky. 

here, surrounded by tiny humans using him as jungle gym equipment, he just... existed, in a very unbothered way. 

a little boy tugged your sleeve. "miss?" 

"yeah?" 

"is he always this quiet?" 

you looked at hugo just as another foam ball smacked him square in the face. "um… pretty much." 

"cool." 

"cool?" 

"yeah! he's like a really big capybara." 

you laughed so hard you had to crouch down. that was honestly a fair assessment. 

later, as everyone began cleaning up, hugo finally wandered over to you with marker still all over his face. 

"what?" 

"nothing." 

"you're smiling." 

"am i not allowed to?" 

he narrowed his eyes slightly. "what are you thinking about?” 

you reached up and brushed some glitter off his cheek. "i'm just wondering." 

"about what?" 

you smiled to yourself. "what you'd be like as a dad." 

for the first time all afternoon, the great, unreadable vivian hugo actually paused. then he tilted his head, chuckled softly, and blurted out: "our kids would probably draw on my face, too." 

your mouth parted in surprise before you laughed. "and you'd let them." 

"yeah." another tiny shrug. "it's just marker." 

your heart absolutely betrayed you. that tiny, completely casual answer painted a picture so vivid you could almost see it – little shoes by the front door. crayon drawings on the fridge. a sleepy baby with his hair color asleep on his chest while he watched game film. 

and hugo, sitting there with another ridiculous mustache scribbled across his face… acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

oh, you’re so screwed. 

𝐬𝐚𝐞 ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎

ac goes to fz7_13 on X

the park had been peaceful for exactly three minutes. the moment had been ruined when sae noticed the elementary school boys playing soccer. 

you noticed the look on his face. "don't." 

he glanced at you. "don't what?" 

"whatever you're about to do." 

"wow. you're assuming a lot." 

five seconds later, he had ended up standing in the middle of their scrimmage with his hands in his pockets while six sweaty little boys stared up at him with sparkling eyes. 

"are you really sae itoshi?!" 

"yeah." 

"woaaah!" 

"can you watch us play?" 

"... sure." 

you smiled. oh? he's being ni– 

"number seven," sae interrupted after exactly 20 seconds in. 

the tiny boy froze. "m-me?" 

"yeah." 

"what?" 

"you're hiding. you keep standing behind your teammate because you're scared to ask for the ball." 

the little boy's jaw dropped. "i-i'm not scared." 

"you are." 

"... am not." 

sae tilted his head. "then why haven't you touched the ball in the last two minutes?" 

the other kids slowly turned toward number seven. 

"... he's got a point." 

number seven looked like he had just witnessed the collapse of civilization. you buried your face in your hands. oh my god. 

the match resumed. 30 seconds later– 

"blue shirt." 

another child looked up. 

"your first touch is too heavy. the ball isn't trying to escape. so stop kicking it like it owes you money." 

the other boys burst into laughter. 

"HE DOES KICK LIKE THAT!" 

"I TOLD YOU!" 

blue shirt looked absolutely devastated. 

you quietly walked over to sae. "amor." 

"what?" 

"they're like eight." 

"yeah? they'll improve faster if someone tells them." 

"... gently though. don’t you think?" 

he blinked. "i am being gentle." 

you stared at him. he stared back. he genuinely believed that. 

one kid finally puffed his chest out and pointed. "then YOU do it!" 

"okay." 

sae slipped into the game without another word. he didn't sprint or even look particularly interested. he simply took one touch… another… nutmegged one kid so cleanly the poor boy actually turned around looking for the ball… threaded a pass between four tiny defenders… and flicked it perfectly into the makeshift goal. 

"that's how." 

there was complete silence before one little boy whispered with tears in his eyes: "i think i'm retiring..." 

you had to physically turn away so they wouldn't see you laughing, even though your heart did break for them, too. but then… instead of walking off, sae picked the ball back up. "again." 

the kids blinked. "what?" 

"try again." he tossed the ball to number seven. "this time, ask for it." 

the little boy hesitated. "... pass!" louder. "PASS!" the ball came to him. he actually trapped it. his face lit up like he'd just won the world cup. "i did it!" 

"yeah." 

"did you see?!" 

"obviously." 

there it was. so subtle you almost missed it. sae wasn't being mean just to be mean – he only refused to lie to them. if they messed up, he'd tell them. if they improved, he'd make them prove it. it was... strangely effective. 

as the kids happily chased the ball again, you leaned closer. "is this why rin doesn't answer your calls?" 

"mm, probably." 

he said it with such complete indifference that you nearly laughed yourself into the grass. "you're unbelievable." 

"he got better, didn't he?" 

one of the boys suddenly shouted across the field: "MR. SAE! I ASKED FOR THE BALL!" 

sae gave him a single nod. "good." 

the child celebrated like he'd just received a knighthood. 

you watched the scene unfold – the tiny boys running around with renewed determination, your boyfriend standing there with his usual unreadable expression, somehow crushing their egos and rebuilding them in the span of 10 minutes. 

you sighed. "our future son is going to come crying to me after practice, isn't he?" 

without missing a beat, sae answered, "only once." 

"because you'll comfort him?" 

"because he won't make the same mistake twice." 

you now understood at least 80% of the itoshi brothers' childhood. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

ac goes to saya2104

[neviye]

(18+) bunny loves fucking you dumb

bunny is growing on mee😓 i thought this would be perfect for him + hes hot as hell n soo big, soo yeah bunny debut!! howd i do! also i feel like he’d either be reallyy sweet in bed or just downright nasty but idk (idk spanish so i used the basics sorry n i WILL get back to my reqs now, sigh..)

the whole room felt foggy, like a hazy blissful dream and your mind was floating in it — the euphoric feeling of bunny’s dick being the only thing you could concentrate on and the intense sparks of pleasure and ecstasy that hit every time he buried himself in you.

the heat and smell of sex was practically palpable in the room, the air a swirl of his moans and your whimpers, seeping from both of your lips as you held your legs wide for him. he was stood between them, your body draped across the sheets at the edge of the bed, cunt on full display as he held onto your inner thighs.

his huge dick was making you twitch every time he fucked into you, the indecent repetitive plap! of skin to skin bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. your moans were so loud you guarantee your neighbours would be filing a noise complaint again.

not that bunny cared.

he adored the way you would call out his name, voice all raspy and whiny as he stretched you so well and so so full. he was obsessed with how your pretty pussy squeezed around his throbbing cock, a feeling he could never get tired of, as your body got closer and closer. and he was addicted to that look in your eyes — that glassy, empty look of yours that told him he had fucked you soo good you had gone dumb. not a single thought but him swimming around in that sweet little head of yours.

so of course he had to drag multiple orgasms out of you, seeing you like that was his treat.

“you still with me?” he didn’t think he had to ask with that look beginning to appear on your face but he did anyways, reaching down to slap at your cheek demeaningly. “or is your head already empty, cariño?”

his hips still meeting yours ruthlessly because he refused to slow down, you were fighting to keep your legs open, hands slippery from sweat and thighs twinging from keeping them wide open for ages.

“o-of course i am, don’t flatter, ah— yourself!” you hissed.

“really? that won’t do.” he spoke to himself acting like he was surprised that you had responded, “i’ll have to fix that.”

he was laughing slightly, the tone of it cruel sounding as he halted his movements and leaned in. you were dwarfed by his giant frame in instant, the entirety of his weight pressing against you, crushing you under his heaviness.

and it only made you wetter.

your glistening tits pushed to his scarred chest, he was kissing you sloppy — nipping at your bottom lip before dipping his tongue in your mouth, keen to taste you. you were struggling to match his frantic hunger, only able to moan into his mouth as he sucked on your tongue.

“concentrate on me.” he panted, pulling away as strings of spit stretched between you two. “you can do that for me, can’t you?”

you had never nodded so fast in your life, eyes locked with his crimson ones, not a lick of hesitation on your face. he pressed a kiss to your lips again, gentle and brief this time, a stark contrast to the one previously and you felt your knees go weak.

hands now coming to rest on your waist, he resumed — drawing you into his pounds and moving just as swiftly as before, not sparing a single second to build the pace back up. a thick ring of combined cum settled at the base of his dick and your cunt seemed to squelch louder, your added wetness only increasing the perverted sounds of the room.

your legs were slowing closing and your hands were slipping, fatigue battered joints trying to catch a break when bunny’s hips were coming to a halt again, voice teasing you as he gazed at you hopelessly.

“princesa, don’t do that,” he was swatting your arms away and folding you himself, angling your ass and hips a little higher, spreading your legs further and gripping down behind your knees. “how am i meant to see that pretty pussy if you do, hm?”

the newfound angle was insane. his already stupidly giant dick had found a place deep inside your creamy walls that made your fingers crawl at the sheets, his fat tip that had shot several loads into you was pressed up at your cervix and your pussy that had already squirted a dozen times was ready to spray more.

“b-bunny! ohh, you’re gonna make me cum!” it felt like he was in your lungs, your cunt only able to clench around his length as you pathetically whimpered.

“so soon?” he chuckled, “it’s okay, you don’t need to think, just keep focused on me.”

he was driving his hips flush to yours, knocking the breath out of you and making you cry out, the waves of pleasure hard to contain. you really were so close already, teetering on the edge of your orgasm as your eyes turned into the back of your skull — pussy fluttering as his thumb found your clit.

“cum on this dick, cariño.” he was groaning at the tight hug from your walls, your swollen bud pulsing under his touch. your orgasm was brewing, his thumb putting delicious pressure on the bundle of nerves, the stimulation intense and hot.

mouth open and jaw slack, you were losing your mind, cunt clenching his dick like a vice and splashing his abdomen with liquid as your vision went white. even though this was around the fourth orgasm, it was mind shattering — hitting even harder than the previous ones. your were legs trembling and spine curving off the clammy sheets, thoughts cloudy as he fucked you through it.

“f-fuck, there you go.” bunny was smiling smug at your expression. oh how he loved it, you were so pretty like this.

you were in ruins — the only thing you were capable of doing was moaning, eyes rolling and irises flicking into the back of your head, drool spilling off the corners of your lips and clinging to your cheek. your brain felt like fucking mush.

“you still with me now?”

“mmmh.” you slurred, your head obviously up in the clouds. the overstimulation your poor cunt was enduring felt divine and you were coating his dick a milky white.

“that’s what i thought, fuck— this pussy’s killing me, princesa.” pushing his twitching cock into your sensitive heat, his moans were only getting more vocal now as he began to reach his peak, fingers leaving an impression into your skin as the veins in his arms bulged. “does she want to be filled up, huh? does she want my cum?”

“y-yeah!” you were mindlessly yelping the word, balling the sheets in your fists and whining his name because he was the only thing on your mind.

“then i’ll give it to her.”

knuckles turning white as his hold on your thighs tightened, he was meeting your pussy with a particularly hard thrust and releasing straight into your overstuffed womb, a loud broken groan leaving his lips. your entire body shuddered at the sensation, cunt sopping and glistening as he pulled out, multiple rounds worth of cum leaking out your hole.

“look at that.” he was running two thick fingers over your slit, gathering the drip and shoving it back into your cunt. “can’t waste any after you begged for it.”

“t-too much...” you whimpered, limp and exhausted, unable to scoot away from him.

he was bending down and dropping a soft kiss to your lips, caressing a warm hand over your cheek. “i know, you did well, amor.”

[naomiiocha]

Vivian Hugo fanart based on this fic by @kamiflix !! I’ve been yearning for Hugo and bunny so bad guys I want these two men to suffocate me SO BADDD, need Hugo’s fingers in my mouth NOWWW

[kenyudotcom]

fem reader (no prns, mentions of female anatomy) . suggestive ? @postcard-batteries ily for req 🥹

yuta okkotsu is a little... odd.

you love him, you really do! but he does this totally weird thing when he's laying behind you.

picture this; you're trying not to doze off while you doomscroll on your phone, and he's laying behind you with his arms around your torso and his face snuggled between your neck and pillow. all up in your personal space, but that's not the weird thing.

he has this habit of warming his hands up on you. sometimes he'll sneak his ice-cold hands into your pockets, other times he'll hold yours and pretend you're the one with freakishly cold hands. he'll do anything but keep his own hands warm.

this time was a little different.

you pay no mind to him pushing the hem of your shirt up slightly. you ignore the way he leans over your shoulder and presses a tender kiss to your cheek, as if to distract you from the freezing cold sensation of his hands sliding onto your abdomen.

"yuta!" you shriek, squirming in his arms.

"sorry, sorry," he sheepishly grins. he slides his hands a little lower, slipping under the waistband of your pants and down onto your upper thighs.

you tense up a little, adjusting to his hands stealing your body's warmth. eventually, his hands just feel apart of your own body; all warmed up. it's a gentle gesture that you've gotten used to.

but, of course, yuta has to add his weird touch to it.

first, his fingers rub tenderly along the spot they rest on. that's okay, not too distracting. next, he slides his fingers out of your pants and immediately back in, just under where your underwear sits on your hips.

"yuta..."

"what? i wanna be closer to you."

you let it slide. again. to be fair, it's not like he's got ulterior motives. from what you can see, at least. his thumb rubs up and down along one spot on your hips, faintly tickling a shiver from you. he slides his free hand up your back, feeling around until he finds the clasp of your bra. in one swift move, he unclasps it, gently rubbing the spot it tightened at to ease the pressure.

sneaky bastard.

his hand wraps around your side in a way that makes you swear he's about to turn this quiet time together into something quite a bit louder. but it never comes. his thumb rests on your back, his palm curved over your side and finger tips rubbing beneath the curve of your breast. it's almost absentminded, by the way his hand on your hip slows down and curls in to cup your inner thigh.

stupid, weird boy. who falls asleep midway through whatever this was??

totally weird, right? though, it's okay; he's your weirdo, after all.

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[emiivzs]

the heavy curtain of the fitting room slides back.

rin looks up from his phone, his thumb freezing mid-scroll. the sarcasm he usually keeps on the tip of his tongue completely vanishes.

you step outside, smoothing down the fabric of the dress. you looked incredible. the color perfectly complemented your skin, the fit was stunning. you looked so completely out of his league that his chest actually tightens.

his mind goes entirely blank.

"um... rin?" you shift your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense stare. "does it look okay?"

rin swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry. he opens his mouth to speak, to say something normal like 'yeah, it looks good' or 'you look nice.'

instead, a tiny, choked-up squeak is the only sound that escapes him.

his eyes widen in horror at his own voice. a massive wave of heat rushes from his neck straight up to his cheeks. rin violently yanks the collar of his black turtleneck upwards, burying his face into the fabric until only his wide, panicked teal eyes are visible.

"rin?" you take a step closer, tilting your head. "are you okay?"

"d-don't look," he mutters, his voice completely muffled by his sweater.

he actively avoids your gaze, staring intensely at a random pair of shoes on a nearby shelf. his eyelashes are fluttering rapidly, and his ears are turning a bright, unmistakable crimson.

"is it that bad?" you ask, your shoulders dropping slightly.

"no!" rin blurts out, a little too loud, a little too desperate. he winces, his hands clenching into fists inside his jacket pockets. he takes a slow, shaky breath through his nose, trying to regain his composure, but every time his eyes dart back to you, his heart does a flip.

he wants to tell you that you look beautiful. he really does. but the words are physically stuck in his throat, blocked by a wall of pure, agonizing shyness.

"it's..." rin starts, his voice dropping into a quiet, uneven whisper. he clears his throat, staring hard at the floorboards. "it's not bad. it's...the opposite of bad."

you blink, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you realize what's happening. "the opposite of bad? so...good?"

rin gives a single, stiff nod, his eyes still glued to the floor. the flush on his face is so hot he feels like he’s running a fever.

"do you think it makes me look pretty?" you tease gently, leaning into his line of sight.

"just... buy it," he chokes out, his knuckles turning white inside his pockets. "you look...nice, okay? change back already. you're killing me."

note : last post before im going offline for a few days bc im going to the homeland of kpop 😱😱

[if-loves]

it's unfair how fluffy and pretty hugo's hair is. you've seen his routine, heck, you've even helped him with it, and it's literally just shampoo and conditioner and then the hair dryer and then perfection.

you? you have to suffer through shampoo, conditioner, a hair mask, hair oil, and then a hair dryer, only for your hair have barely half the shine hugo's does — and it's just so unfair!

"but i love your hair, mon chou…" you can hear the pout in hugo's voice, his face blocked by your phone while he lies across your lap, one of his hands playing with the ends of your hair.

"you only say that cause you're dating me." you huff, setting your phone to the side so you can see hugo's face. and just as you predicted, there was a pout playing at his lips, albeit a small one.

"i'm not a liar," he frowns, sitting up from your lap to take your hair in his hands. "i love it when you ask me to help you dry your hair, or when you ask me to braid it. and…"

hugo pauses his speech and his actions to pull you onto his lap, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. your hands instinctively wrap around his neck to stabilise yourself, and you find your eyes staring into his.

he leans in closer, until his lashes are practically resting on yours, and captures your lips in a kiss that makes your brain feel fuzzy and your cheeks warm. your position changes before you realise it, now laid on the bed as he hovers over you, his eyes half-lidded, and all you can hear is the blood rushing to your ears and his sultry voice.

"…i love your pretty hair most, when you're under me like this."