summary; Kat decides to lock Shakes and Skarra in her "love" basement.
She was woken up by the sound of her telephone. Without looking at the screen, Kat answered the call, yawning.
"Hello-"
"Where the fuck are you?" She heard Skarra's voice on the other side.
Kat blinked a few times, attempting to figure out what Skarra was referring about, until everything became apparent to her.
"Skarra, I told you multiple times I won't go out with you to do some shit Vince told you to. I'm still mad at him and I'm waiting for him to apologize... or at least give me a raise." Kat said casually, knowing damn well it would trigger Skarra even more.
She could literally imagine him rolling his eyes on the other side of the line.
"Hilarious. It almost sounds like you don't know Vince at all. Anyway, I'm at-" Skarra dismissed her in this typical manner of his, which only annoyed Kat even more.
He could talk like that to his teammates but not to her.
"I don't care where you at right now, Skarra, if I'm being honest. You just woke me up and I won't be going anywhere." Kat stated, changing her position to a more comfortable one. "Besides it may turn out great for you..." She wanted to tease him a bit but Skarra had to fuck it up as always.
"You're seriously such a bitch, Kat. I'm begging you for past few days to do this little thing for me and it's all you've got to say." Skarra spat at her, acting far more dramatically than the situation warranted.
Kat yawned again, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.
There was a moment of silence from Skarra's end before he snapped again.
"You know what? Alright. I don't need you anyway. Just spend the rest of the day being useless as usual."
And after that he hang up.
Kat had been called many names before, but that did not mean she tolerated being disrespected.
"Fucker." Kat said to herself.
She looked into the space for a while, wondering what had just happened before a new idea popped into her mind.
If he wants war, he'll have a war.
Kat quickly dialed Shakes' number and waited patiently for him to pick up.
After two rings, she heard a polite, if slightly confused, “Hi, Kat.”
Kat smiled with satisfaction and lay on her side before answering.
"Hiii, Shakes. How are you? Do you have a minute?" She asked in the sweetest voice possible.
Fortunately for her, when it came to people Shakes considered as friends he let his guard down very easily.
"Of course! What's up?"
Kat's smile widened at that.
"Would you mind helping me with the circuit breaker? I don't know what happened with it and I can't call an electrician." It was a big, fat lie but it didn't matter at the moment.
Judging by the way his voice softened immediately, Kat could tell that he was thoughtfuly listening to her.
Poor guy. He doesn't know what he's signing up for.
"Of course! Everything for a friend... but wait why can't you just call an electrician though...?"
Kat couldn't help from rolling her eyes at this question. In any other scenario she would appreciate his cautiousness but in this case she really need Shakes to just shut up and listen to her.
"Alright, bye. I'll send you the details later." She completely ignored him, grinning to herself.
"Wait, what-"
It's going to be wonderful.
***
That same day, Kat texted Skarra to come meet her the next day, citing the same nonsense that had worked on Shakes as an excuse.
Skarra arrived first which wasn't something groundbraking since the only people he talked to besides Kat were Vince, his teammates and his family. Kat immediately ordered him to go to the basement where the breaker was located.
Of course, what Kat called a basement was difficult for anyone else to describe as a basement. It was clean, the walls were painted pink and white and the room itself was stocked with... a very specific type of equipment to "play with".
Skarra grimaced as he put one of the weird devices into his hand. He became used to Kat keeping all the strange toys at her house, but the purpose of those things continued to surprise him.
The item was oval in shape and featured a triangular gap in the center and as soon as Skarra pressed his thumb against a little button in the middle, it started to vibrate in his hand.
"Shit-" He cursed, shoving the toy back to its place before Kat walked in again... with a certain someone by her side.
"And again, I'm so thankful, you agreed to help me with it..." Her words were directed at none other than... Shakes.
"No problem, Kat. I owe you so many favo..." Shakes couldn't finish his sentence because his eyes landed on Skarra.
There was a moment of silence in the basement, and both guys looked at each other like deer caught in headlights. Meanwhile, Kat began searching for a misplaced toy that was buzzing very loudly in the room.
"What the fuck, Skarra?" She said, finally finding a "clit cuddler".
Skarra carefully shifted his focus to the woman, giving Shakes one final dubious look.
"I should be the one asking this question." He responded. "What the hell is this even for?"
Kat smirked at that, letting out a small snort of laughter at Skarra's question.
"How curious you are." She joked, before turning the toy off. "We both have pussies here, use your imagination to picture the rest."
Well, that was rude. But on the other hand, Skarra called her far worse things during their phone call earlier so he could let it slide. Besides, she had a pass when it came to things like that as the only close person that didn't backstab him.
Shakes cleared his throat so the other two turned their attention back to him.
"What is he doing here, Kat?" He asked.
Skarra huffed at that and shook his head.
"And since when you two are so close?" He asked his rival back.
Shakes squeezed his eyes tight, as if praying God for patience because otherwise he would have to jump Skarra right here.
"None of your bussiness, Skarra. Kat asked me herself to come here, I'm not forcing myself on her." Shakes replied.
"Well, I'm here now. So don't worry-" Skarra bit back but Kat decided to stop this growing argument right away.
"Guys, guys, guys. You're both really handsome. Now, can I show you what's wrong?" She mocked them.
Both footballers reluctantly agreed. In reality, the circuit breaker was fine, but neither Skarra nor Shakes needed to know that. When they finally got around to trying to fix it, Kat left the room under the pretext of bringing them some snacks since they were doing "such a great job".
"Could you not wave that screwdriver in front of my eyes?" Shakes grumbled about an hour after they began working.
Skarra gave him a sharp look in return.
"I'd rather lose my eye than get electrocuted." Skarra responded.
It was no secret that with every minute they spent together, their mutual irritation only increased.
Shakes sighed and rubbed his hands into fabric of his pants.
"Where did she go? She said she'll bring us only some snack." He said and approached the door.
He pulled the handle. Nothing happened. He tried to push the door open. Same thing.
"Kat!" He called out but the only answer he got was complete silence so he started wrestling with the door once again.
"Can you calm down? She won't open it." Skarra said with annoyance, walking away from the breaker and sitting on the pink, quilted armchair with armrests covered with white fur.
But Shakes, being Shakes, didn't mean to stop anytime soon.
There was definitely some reasonable explanation why Kat did it. She wouldn't lock them away for no reason.
While Shakes was trying to find a way out, Skarra reached for his phone so he could call someone to get them out of here (or just to call Kat and scream at her for whatever the hell this whole shitshow was about) but to his dissapointment he only found a small piece of paper with a message written on it that read: Just put his dick into your mouth. Love you, Kat xoxo
"Do you have your phone?" Skarra asked Shakes, crumpling the note and throwing it away.
Shakes' negative answer did not satisfy Skarra, especially since Shakes pointed out that their wallets had also "disappeared" in some strange way.
"Make yourself comfortable. You can use Skarra for this purpose." Shakes read the note he received from Kat aloud.
Skarra shook his head and his face showed signs of both confusion and weariness.
"What the hell is wrong with her?" He mouthed.
Shakes smiled at the other man's reaction.
"I didn't expect Kat to have pimping tendencies." He joked, leaning against the wall.
Skarra snorted mockingly at that.
"If only you could hear all the things she says on a daily basis. She wants to have every good-looking guy around her finger."
"Well, you know, speaking of looks..." Shakes started, awkwardly looking for the right words.
Skarra raised his eyebrow, waiting for Shakes to continue.
Shakes eventually decided to take the easy route and simply express what he had in mind.
"You look great." He finally said it with a clear hint, which Skarra didn't mind. After all, the last time they spoke was when Skarra's skin was still smooth and silky, his body fat distribution had only begun to move from his hips to his belly, and his facial masculinization surgery had not yet taken place.
"Thanks." Skarra said in a way that sounded more like: Tell me something I don't know, but maybe it was actually a good thing. At least Shakes knew Skarra was still the same person and still didn't need either people's approval or disapproval when it came to who he was and what he stand for.
Shakes let out a short laugh at that and to his surprise Skarra joined him in.
They were sitting like that for a while until their laughing eventually died down and there was a moment of silence between them again.
"So," Shakes started again with more ease this time. "You and Kat..." Skarra frowned, waiting for Shakes to elaborate. "...have, like, a fling?"
Skarra had to blink once and then twice to make sure he heard what he heard correctly.
"Fling?" He repeated. "What are you? 40? To use words like that?"
Shakes shrugged, keeping his curious gaze on Skarra.
Skarra sighed, looking up at the ceiling as if the answers to all the world questions were right here.
Finally, after some time, he replied.
"It's complicated." Skarra stated. "I mean..." he looked around the basement. "Let's say I'm not unfamiliar with this hellhole we're in."
Shakes' eyes widened at that. "No way..." he started.
"Oh, fuck off. It's not as if you didn't come here with a thought that she won't make some advances at you..." Skarra said but Shakes quickly cut him off.
"Shut up, dude. Tell me more about this place. After all it's where we're going to spent the rest of the night... or the next few days." Shakes said and opened one of the boxes next to him, the one covered in red heart-shaped crystals, and he was immediately greeted with the sight of multiple bottles of lube, each with a different scent. On top of them there was a note left saying: "Freaks. Also Skarra's favourite is lemon scented."
For some reason Shakes' brain categorized this information as useful and he left the box open on the floor. Let's save it for later.
Fortunately, Skarra didn't seem to notice or didn't care that much about the content of the note and he just continued talking.
"And what it looks like to you, Poster Boy? It's a very well-kept basement for my taste." He stated, a challenging tone clear in his voice as he looked at Shakes.
Shakes shrugged again, this time his gaze landed on the simple canopy bed on the other side of the room. If it was a basement what the hell was a bed doing here?
"Okay, listen. I may have an idea." Shakes started. "But don't scream at me."
"It depends on what you're going to say." Skarra scoffed but after Shakes gave him a warning look, he fell silent. "Alright, what's this amazing idea?"
Shakes looked around the basement. He didn't know if it could work out but hey, it was worth a try, especially if it meant that they would got out of here and forgot that it ever happened.
"You know, she definitely wants us to do... stuff with each other, giving all the clues... so I think that we should... like..."
Skarra interrupted him again, in the same mocking manner.
"Do you seriously think that she will let us out after just a little smooch on the lips? I told you I know her. She wants something more."
He wasn't precisely lying, but there was a tinge of Skarra's desperation and years of yearning coming through.
Shakes couldn't help but snort at Skarra's words.
"Really funny." He said but the seriousness painted on Skarra's face proved him otherwise. "No! Wait, really? So all of those notes aren't some sick joke?"
It was Skarra's turn to let out a short huffing sound.
"Little do you know about Kat."
***
They had no idea how or when it happened, but they began kissing, which quickly escalated into a sloppy making-out session that led to this.
Shakes opened a bottle of lemon-scented lube which Kat previously reccomended to him and pumped it out onto his dick, wheezing quietly at the coldness before handing it to Skarra.
"You sure we can do this?" Shakes asked.
Skarra gave him an obnoxious look while he was spreading lubricant against his entrance.
"I'm not like those dumb fuckers on Twitter. I've got my insides ripped off." He said bluntly.
"You could put it... more lightly." Shakes said and the various images started to flash before his eyes. "Jesus."
"What? At least I didn't lie." Skarra stated, closing the lid of the bottle and throwing it away.
Shakes couldn't argue with that logic. Mostly because he was already in that state of mind in which he was thinking with his cock so no reasonable arguments came to his mind.
"Turn around for me." Shakes told Skarra and after his rival did what he was asked for, Shakes drag his cock against Skarra's wet pussy folds.
Skarra gasped, immediately pushing his hips back but Shakes only pressed his hand against the small of Skarra's back, giving himself the right to set the pace.
"You know you can just slid in?" Skarra groaned while Shakes inserted himself into him slowly, inch by inch.
He didn't expect him to rush in right now, but a little haste wouldn't hurt either of them.
"You look so hot like this." Shakes murmured instead, rolling his hips in the way that made Skarra whine.
Well he didn't lie. There was something deeply arousing about having Skarra like this. With his broad shoulders, itty-bitty waist and muscular back facing Shakes. It almost made him forget that they were rivals and the rivals they would remain even after leaving this hellish basement of their mutual friend.
Also, the way his walls fluttered around Shakes' cock in the reaction to his words didn't go unnoticed by him in the slightest. He obviously decided to take advantage of that.
His hand found a thick golden necklace around Skarra's neck and he pulled at it, making Skarra to inhale sharply and threw his head back so he won't choke himself entirely.
"I'm being honest." Shakes insisted, not loosening his grip even a bit.
Skarra made a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a growl but to Shakes surprise Skarra wasn't protesting against the way he was being handled by Shakes.
Quite opposite, he seemed completely satisfied with the position he found himself in, so much so that he arched his back even more.
Shakes didn't know what it was, but he felt how some strange form of adrenaline took root in his body.
He began to pound into Skarra's heat faster.
It's been a while since Skarra took a real dick. Obviously, Kat sometimes used a strap-on on him when she was in a good mood, however, a piece of silicone will always feel different than a real fleshy cock.
In this case, Skarra knew that Shakes could feel the way he was clenching around him, how his cunt pulsated with each harsh stroke.
Shakes moaned out, tightening his grip on the gold chain as he focused on the view below him, without pausing even for a second, chasing that release.
All of it felt oddly comforting, Shakes noticed, which didn't make sense at all. They were being anything but delicate. But maybe he didn't know himself as much as he thought.
Skarra was definitely not the type of man he expected in bed, especially when he started gushing all over him and a tiny red line was forming on his neck from his necklace.
Shakes stopped at the sensation and looked under Skarra, noticing a wet spot forming under both of them on the mattress.
His jaw literally dropped at this sight. He heard about this "phenomenon" before, mainly thanks to CJ and North but he's never experienced it... so up-close.
Skarra let out a wild groan and he turned them both around so that he was now straddling Shakes' lap.
After getting used to the girth of him again, Skarra lowered himself onto Shakes until he found a steady and harsh rhythm.
Shakes couldn't help a loud whine at that and he wrapped one of his arms around Skarra's waist. He knew how being ridden felt like but again there was something different about it when he was alone with Skarra.
Suddenly, he felt how Skarra's hand slid into his locks, tugging at them with each roll of his hips.
Shakes couldn't help from digging his short nails into Skarra's flesh, leaving visible marks on his skin.
Skarra pressed his forehead against Shakes', picking up the pace in such a way that the sounds of skin slapping reverberated in the room.
Shakes hissed weakly, pressing both of his hands against the mattress, leaning back a bit to have a better look at Skarra. In response, Skarra loosened his grip in Shakes' hair, looking down at him through half-lidded eyes.
Fuck.
For some time he continued his ride in peace, when suddenly Shakes started to meet Skarra's movements. It was so unexpected that Skarra almost shuddered at the sensation.
"What? Liked it?" Shakes murmured. Asshole tried to act all innocent but Skarra noticed this little bitchass smirk in the corner of his mouth.
"Shut up." Skarra answered and the motion of his hips became even more urgent, making a shiver run down Shakes' spine.
Shakes didn't remain passive. Instead, he pushed himself into Skarra again. And again and again.
With one last thrust, Shakes released his load inside Skarra, letting out a loud almost painful moan in the process.
And as if this night wasn't surprising enough, they both could feel the way Shakes' cock twitched inside the warmth of Skarra's pussy, milking out even more cum from him.
It actually left them both stunned and they gave each other meaningful glances.
Damn Kat.
Damn Kat and her damn basement. Skarra wouldn't be surprised if she dragged them with one of those sex pills she kept there. How the hell they were supposed to show up at their next game after what they just did?
To silence all the loud voices in his head, Skarra leaned in, crushing his lips with Shakes'.
Shakes froze for a few seconds before he eventually gave in, kissing Skarra back.
Shakes effortlessly pushed Skarra back onto the mattress, sliding out of him and allowing his opponent to nibble on his bottom lip before collapsing to pant for oxygen.
***
And when did Kat go after locking up her two beloved friends in the basement and stealing their phones along with the credit cards?
Well, she had been planning to go shopping with El Matador for a long time and that night was a perfect occasion to go out somewhere (and buy some new sex toys that she would test on Skarra later).
They were having such a great time together that they ended up their "night trip" in the morning.
"I hope he won't notice anything." Kat said, looking at Shakes' credit card when El Matador parked in front of her house.
"Don't bullshit me, Catalina." El Matador groaned. "We both know we absolutely milked him dry."
Kat couldn't hold back her own laugh at that.
What a beautiful wording.
"Well, not us precisely. But he's definitely laying milked dry right now." She stated, checking the time on her phone.
El Matador sensing a potential gossip or drama focused all his attention on what Kat was about to say.
"Shakes? Pleeeaase, I think that guy is hopeless-"
Kat hushed him immediately, raising her finger up.
"Never say never." She warned him, got out of the car and took her keys out of her leather bag. "Come on, let me show you something."
Without asking any further questions, El Matador followed his friend, entering her house.
Right at the entrance he greeted her white cat, taking it in his arms while Kat led them towards the basement.
Kat opened the door to the "torture chamber" with excitement.
"What's up, gentlemen? Have you fixed the breaker?" She asked far more loudly than necessary.
Skarra and Shakes, sensing early on that something (or rather someone) was approaching, quickly started getting dressed, unfortunately not quickly enough to prevent Kat and El Matador from seeing them half-naked.
"Santa Madre! Santa Madre!" El Matador screamed dramatically, but still managed to pull out his phone and take a picture of Shakes and Skarra, and then of his own reaction.
Shakes and Skarra looked at each other in terror.
Yeah, they won't be able to forget about this night in this goddamn basement anytime soon.
• let's start with the fact that i'm so done with people infantilizing his chatacter, he's a grown ass man for fuck's sake,
• i can imagine guys teasing him about his "inexperience". during playing "never have i ever" they would try so hard to make him flustered (especially north, cj ane el matador), to the point that they would accuse him of being a liar,
• but first things first; klaus is definitely a service top, like he's so full of love for his potential partner. omg he would get down on them, eat that pussy like it's a damn strudel. i can see him doing it for the first time and being pleasantly surprised when a girl comes on his face like that,
• he's far too active to be on a receiving end. klaus is curious, of course he would like to find out what his partner likes and what crosses the line. during eating someone out he would add fingers, searching for that sweet spot that makes them relax completely. he would wrap his arms around his partner during fucking, wanting to feel them as close as possible, etc.
• if we look at klaus from gay gaze, his type are buffy, strong men and guess what? i would still see him as the one being on top during sex. like man, he needs to worship that body and if you give him an insecure guy, be sure of that klaus will be so sweet with him, he'll make a poor man cry.
• klaus is autistic, so i can see him always trying to make sure that his partner wants the same thing as he does. he's being so awkward and all mumbo-jumbo but it's okay, because it always leads to something pleasurable,
• imagine supa strikas discussing some topics like how to make a girl climax for an example and klaus just stands there like: 🧍♂️"i don't know it just happens to me", not knowing why it's such a big deal while the rest of the team is like: "yeah, we know, klaus🙄",
totally real skarra here... WHY IS YOUR NAME THAT. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.
i want to see that mf arching his back, acting like a feral dog while also yelping like a kicked puppy bcs it feels so good, it makes him angry. i want to see him looking up with teary eyes, feeling intense pleasure but not being able to let go off his ego so instead of begging he would push himself back against the strap. i want him to get fucked into the mattress so the next day when he has a practise he would feel sore af
summary; Remember that woman from the Oasis who was paranoid about robots taking over the world? Well, she came back to peg (help) her "friend".
Supa Strikas' last few days had gone as expected. They were due to play within a week; Coach put a lot of pressure on them during training, and El Matador was showing off with his skills.
"Ha! I bet you didn't see that coming! I call it a Spanish style." El Matador said after scoring another consecutive goal, even though no one asked him to do so.
However, to his dismay, no one seemed to be paying attention to him, instead focusing on some strange woman who emerged out of nowhere.
The woman stood like that in the corridor for a while with her eyes fixed carefully on the men in red until her gaze landed on no one else but El Matador himself.
A smile immediately appeared on her face and she started to run towards him, pushing one of the guys off her way.
When El Matador saw her, he let out a joyful shout and proudly puffed out his chest. He couldn't hold back a chuckle when she practically shoved North to the ground and then jumped on El Matador wrapping her legs and arms around him in a tight embrace.
It almost made El Matador fall back, but once he adjusted to her weight in his arms, he was able to spin them both around.
The rest of Supa Strikas team looked at each other and then at the pair, dumbfounded.
"I can't believe it! You break out." El Matador said, putting the woman on the ground.
"El Matador," the sound of the captain's voice reached ears of the striker. "Could you... tell us who your friend is?" Rasta asked, gesturing at the stranger.
"Erm guys, this is Aileen. The only person that kept me sane in that hellhole you send me to for God knows how many weeks..."
"It was-" Cool Joe protested but El Matador quickly cut him off.
"By the way, how did you get out?" El Matador asked Aileen, truly intrigued by this fact.
Aileen only shrugged with a visible smile on her face.
"My dad was furious since the majority of his veteran rent went to my mental health care, and there was no improvement. So, he and my mom found me a regular therapist instead. By the way, most of the people who sent their families to the Oasis realized it was a scam all along."
El Matador's eyes widened at that.
"No way!" He shouted excited to hear some tea.
"Don't want to interrupt but..." Coach inserted himself into their conversation with his arms crossed across his chest. "Who let you in?" He directed his question to Aileen.
Suddenly, a bunch of Strikaland's security guards dashed onto the field, breathing heavily and/or clutching their aching body parts.
"Who- is- she-? I think I've got every single bone broken in my body..." one of them puffed, exaggerating.
The whole team turned around and looked at El Matador and an infamous Aileen who were far more busy gossiping rather than paying attention to the world around them.
"...yeah and those damn hippies got kicked out as well because there was plenty complaints about them." Aileen said and El Matador gasped.
"Are you kidding me?! After I left-?!"
"El Matador!" The whole team shouted.
The pair side-eyed them.
"What?" Matador asked, frowning.
"Excuse your friend and tell her to wait for you outside." Coach said, pointing at Aileen and then at the exit.
Aileen immediately narrowed her eyes and looked at Coach with mistrust, her demeanor very different than when she was speaking with El Matador. This detail didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the guys.
"But Coach we didn't see each other for a long time! And let me remind you, it's all your fault because you get me out of-" El Matador groaned.
"Tell. Her. To. Go. Away. Now." Coach insisted, his voice firm and domineering.
El Matador huffed at that, while Aileen slowly moved her gaze back at him.
"Alright. I'll be in a parking lot. I have so many things to tell you." Aileen said, hitting Matador "gently" in the chest before she walked away, keeping her eye on the rest of the team.
"Ouch," Matador uttered out, massaging his breastbone. "Ahh~" he added, while watching Aileen disappear.
The whole team exchanged knowing glances between each other. It was... interesting. Especially to Shakes, who always liked to get involved in other people's bussinesses (but in a caring way).
After the training, Shakes went straight to Aileen, who was sipping her smoothie on the curb beside the parked cars.
"Hi, I'm Shakes-" Shakes began, but Aileen gave him the look of someone suffering from paranoia (well, she kinda did but it was beside the point).
She looked at him for a time, as if she were examining an insect under a microscope, before deciding to shake hands with him. Slowly.
"Hi." She replied.
"It looks like you are non-stop on alert." Shakes said, hoping it would lighten the mood between them.
"You know, technology is so advanced these days. We will not notice when your mother or someone dear to you is replaced with one of those uncanny valley robots." Aileen stated in all seriousness.
Shakes didn't know what to say in return.
He stood there for about a minute before coming up with an answer.
"Yeah, let's hope not..."
Aileen nodded with a proud smile and patted Shakes on his shoulder.
After a while the rest of the guys arrived with El Matador being the first one.
"Touch my hair. See? It's silky. Silky like... silk." El Matador said, literally putting his head under Aileen's hand.
Aileen did what she was told and her lips parted in surprise.
"It is!"
Shakes coughed up. El Matador and Aileen glanced at Shakes and then at the rest of the team.
"Oh! Sorry for that. I didn't mean to push you. It was on accident." Aileen said to North.
"Accident-?" North repeated. Who would accidentaly push someone?
"Yeah, yeah, we'll talk later, guys. But now, we have more interesting things to do, if it's not a problem." El Matador said, guiding Aileen to his golden lamborghini and driving away with screeching tires.
***
The rest of the team had no idea what El Matador and Aileen were doing for the next few days.
Everyone suspected the same thing, and their suspicions were confirmed on the day of the match, which Strikas won as usual.
Miraculously, Aileen once again found her way to the players-and-staff-only area of the stadium and hurried over to El Matador.
She gripped his shirt and pulled him closer to her, crushing his lips with hers.
El Matador's brows furrowed in surprise, but he didn't question her actions at all. Instead, he put his arms around her, forcing Aileen to stand on her tiptoes as he kissed her back.
The first one to notice this was Shakes, who nudged Klaus and pointed at what was happening in the corridor.
Klaus' pupils literally dilated at this sight and he couldn't help a small sound of excitement that poured out of his mouth.
Unfortunately, this interaction caught the attention not only of the team but also of reporters.
Lena Long and the camera crew immediately rushed towards the pair.
The noise made Aileen's senses sharpen and she automatically pulled away from Matador, shielding him with her body as if afraid someone was going to attack them.
Well, they got attacked indeed but with a microphone and cameras.
"El Matador, have you just found a new wonderful partner? There has been no indication of this for the last few weeks..." Lena asked and Aileen looked at her as if she was speaking some ancient language to her.
***
Aileen was quite dissatisfied with the media meddling. Worse, it ruined her shopping plans for tonight and she had to go to the store wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses to conceal her identity.
Upon her return to El Matador's villa (as that was where she had decided to stay during her visit in South Africa), Aileen unpacked the "little thing" she had bought and then put it on over her shorts.
The "little thing" being nothing else but a strap-on.
After one last glance in the mirror, she retrieved the lubricant bottle from a cupboard and wrapped one of her sweaters around her waist before walking to El Matador's bedroom.
Was it a little too severe for her to do exactly what she intended?
Well, it's not like she didn't know anything about pegging.
She once liked a boy who was as crazy as her, and asked her for a favor to peg the shit out of him since, according to him, he was about to die the next day (he didn't but on the other hand he also believed that the cockroaches were constantly covering his body so he wasn't exactly a trusted source on so many things). So, she wasn't completely clueless. But let's not forget that it was years ago when she was only 19 and soonly after that she got locked up in the Oasis where she didn't have an opportunity to indulge in the sexual activities with male species (as the doctors in the Oasis liked to call it).
***
Meanwhile, El Matador was laying in his bed without his glasses and with his hair loose, clad in nothing but a dressing gown and bottoms, drinking from one of his expensive water bottles, when Aileen entered his "bed chember".
"You want to have sex?" Aileen asked bluntly, taking off her sweatshirt and standing in the middle of El Matador's bedroom.
It looked almost surreal: her asking him that so casually as if she was talking about the weather.
El Matador started to choke on his mineral water and only after a few seconds he let out a small, suppressed: "What?"
Aileen took a few steps forward and got into the man's king-sized bed, sitting on the mattress with her legs crossed.
"Do you want to have sex with me?" She repeated her question in the same, laid-back manner.
Oh, so he didn't misheard it or anything.
El Matador blinked a few times in the row as if it was supposed to help him in this situation until he eventually regained his composure and spoke up.
"I mean, yeah. You too?"
Aileen nodded eargely while keeping her sharp gaze fixated on him.
In less than a minute, El Matador got rid off of his dressing gown and boxer briefs, spreading a towel (that appeared there completely out of thin air) on the sheets beneath himself.
Aileen blinked a few times, not quite believing her eyes.
She even had to pinch herself when El Matador raised himself up on all fours, reacting like a damn dog to a command.
Well, it was probably one of the most enthusiastic consents anyone had ever witnessed.
Aileen shrugged and opened a lid of the lubricant.
"Wait. Wait. No. No. We have to use this one." El Matador said, stretching his body forward. He opened the cabinet and dug out a bottle of 23k gold lubricant.
Aileen didn't even question that. She tossed the lube she had brought with herself aside and took the golden one, pouring a rich amount of it on her hand.
El Matador thought he knew what to expect but what happened next left him speechless for a moment. She circled his entrance with her finger, covering it with lube, which wasn't something unusual but then he felt her readjusting her position behind him, and a new strange, yet warm sensation spread across his skin.
Aileen run her tongue along his hole again like it was the most normal thing on Earth.
"Fuck." El Matador moaned, pushing his hips back againt her face.
Aileen' hand run up his thigh and when it reached its destination she gave him a light swat on his cheek, while her tongue licked a long stripe over his hole.
The contact made him flinch but in a good way. Using all his charm and sex appeal El Matador arched his back in the way that left little to no imagination.
Aileen gripped a handful of his bottom cheek, flattening her tongue once more as she pushed inside him.
El Matador's whines got even more higher when he realized that Aileen's hand on his ass prevent him from moving back against her, leaving him completely at her mercy. Aileen couldn't help herself from smirking as she listened to El Matador's pathetic little sounds. If that was enough to make him act so damn stupid then she couldn't wait for what was about to come next.
After a few more minutes, Aileen pulled back, loosening her hold on the player's asscheek. She admired the fingernail prints she left on his tanned skin before she put her hands back on the lube, pumping out more watery gel onto her fingers.
El Matador looked at her over his shoulder with a face that was a perfect mix of impatience and anticipation.
He even batted his eyelashes for a better effect, which resulted in Aileen letting out a light-hearted chuckle.
"You're ridiculous." She said, while inserting two fingers into him with no difficulty. Of course, he had to be all stretched out here. "But in a good way." She added, curling her fingers in.
El Matador's reaction was instant. He groaned, pressing his chest against the bedding, while keeping his ass up.
Slut.
Aileen wasn't exactly slow and delicate, not on purpose, but because she hadn't been intimate with anyone in ten years. But her limited exprecience didn't seem to worry El Matador at all. If anything, it turned him on.
She flexed her fingers and then pressed them deeper against the man's wet walls.
"Carajo-" he cursed under his breath as she worked her fingers inside him.
The Spanish profanities were leaving El Matador's mouth every few seconds until Aileen eventually withdrew her hand, taking what they were doing to the next level.
She closed her fist around the dildo, covering it with a thick dose of lubricant before she knelt on one knee behind El Matador, positioning herself against him.
El Matador, since he was who he was, pressed himself against her, trying to literally impale himself on her toy.
Gosh, he's so dumb, Aileen smiled to herself, feeling her heart fluttering in her chest.
Without bothering to make any comment, she rolled her hips forward, thrusting into him in one smooth move.
A high-pitched, muffled moan left El Matador's lips. He threw his hair over his shoulder in almost pornographic way, which only made Aileen's adrenaline level spike.
She pulled back, admiring the view below her before snapping right back in, gaining an another whiny sound from El Matador.
Holy shit.
El Matador was just as happy with this position as the woman behind him, but if there was one thing El Matador disliked the most, it was waiting. He shamelessly pressed back against her, trying to fuck himself on the toy.
Little did he know it was like a last straw for Aileen. In the amount of seconds, she gripped his hair, forcing El Matador to arch his back even more while she started pounding into him.
Additionally, to make things even more perfect, Aileen pressed her other hand to El Matador's lower back, making him incapable of doing anything else but remaining in this pose.
El Matador couldn't quite put it into words (or even into a coherent thought at this point) but being fucked by a woman who spent the last decade in some mental asylum was much more satisfying than he could have imagined. Especially when Aileen was moving inside him, like if someone was about to drag her back to that sick institution in the morning, or as if those humanoid robots were about to take over the planet.
El Matador almost cried out at the particulary harsh thrust.
"Fuck, Aileen! And I'm supposed to believe- Ah! That you had no action in a while?" El Matador moaned, feeling a pleasant shiver running down his spine.
In response, Aileen twisted her hand in El Matador's hair, almost holding it in that iconic, but now messy, ponytail.
His whimpers and groans along with the skin slapping sounds were like music to Aileen's ears. Perhaps the time she spent at Oasis was beneficial after all, because where else would she have had such an opportunity? To meet one of the top sportsmen in the world? To peg one of the football's biggest stars?
Aileen pulled El Matador by his hair, making him turn his head on the side.
El Matador immediately pressed his lips against hers, making her gasp in surprise before kissing him back.
She wasn't as good at making out as he was but El Matador couldn't really blame her. Besides, if it was her after a decade of sexual abstinence, he might compensate with his kissing abilities.
Suddenly, he let out a loud obscene moan against her mouth as the first thick rope of his release shot out on the towel.
"Holy fucking- shit-" Aileen uttered out in amazement.
"More." He panted, pressing himself onto her dildo.
Aileen didn't need to be told twice. She let go off his hair and gripped his hips firmly, hammering into him like there was no tomorrow.
On the other side of the coin, there was El Matador, who acted as if he was auditioning for a brand-new pornographic film to the point where it was nearly difficult for domestic assistance to remain unaware of what was going on in their employee's room.
He came in the matter of seconds, collapsing on the mattress like a bird shot by a firegun.
Aileen couldn't stop smiling at the sight of him like that. She remained buried inside him for a little bit longer before she pulled back completely, giving his ass a small pat at the end.
El Matador rolled onto his back with difficulty. His dark hair ruffled and his legs quivering.
Holy fuck.
After taking off the harness, Aileen got into bed, situating herself next to a human wreck of El Matador as she pulled the covers onto both of them.
El Matador immediately clinged to her, pressing himself against her back and wrapping his arm around her waist.
Surprisingly Aileen didn't feel an urge to put on a fight tonight.
She was used to being a big spoon. Her protective instincts were always active, even when at rest, but she could let it slide, at least this one time.
"Love you." She said with her eyes partly-closed.
"Everybody does-" El Matador replied with a smirk just to receive a light slap on his cheek. "Alright, alright, love you too!"
Aileen's face lit up with a happy grin as she relaxed under the sheets, reclining on her side.
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