michael kaiser whose screentime increases astronomically after discovering pinterest for the first time.
tooth-rotting fluff, silly misunderstandings, technologically inept kaiser, kaiser being a cute little kitten for 2.2k words (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ).
There's something strange going on with Kaiser.
You can't exactly put a finger on it, on the leading cause behind his odd behaviour, but you're absolutely certain about it— that he's keeping some kind of dodgy secret from you.
For one, he's been waking up later and less groggier than usual.
Well, granted, he's always waking up late, but it's the latter that really spikes your interest. Normally, whenever the man woke up to red rimmed and sunken eyes, a gaunt complexion and bed hair that looked like it's been dragged through the jungle and back, he's never failed to be in a foul fucking mood.
And thus, the lack of it, of his bitchiness, was raising some questions…
But more than that, however, he's even been spending more time on the toilet!
Again, something that isn't new to you considering how he's always had a bad history with constipation, but still!
Isn't someone dealing with the discomfort of constipation supposed to at least throw a fit in their bout of frustration?!
But— but that hasn't been the case at all!
If anything, he's been so much calmer.
Calmer!
Him, Michael Kaiser, the man whose fury rivalled that of Zeus himself being calm?!
Outrageous, right?!
You just couldn't wrap your head around it no matter how hard you tried to.
What the hell is it that's been putting him in such a jolly good mood?
It surely wasn't your ass responsible for this, you haven't been doing anything different with him as far as you can remember, and if it wasn't you…
If it wasn't you, then, who was it…?
"…."
God, it almost feels like you're going insane, drawing vivid conclusions without consulting him first, but were you really to blame here?
The evidence was basically all there, staring at you right in the goddamn face!
How lately, he's always wearing his blue light glasses around the house and how he's constantly hogging the charger for himself, as if recurrently in front of a screen, perhaps, texting some random chick behind your back…!
Your baseless thoughts were practically confirmed as well, when you'd tried to take sneak a quick peek at his phone during one of his ridiculously long shitting sessions, only to find that he'd taken his phone with him to the bathroom.
To the bathroom!!
Sure, most people had their phone accompany them to cure their boredom while they took shit, but in your case, everything was starting to add up!
It was just so blatantly obvious, and you'd only be a foolish moron to deny it further, to deny what he was trying so desperately hard to hide from you.
"Hey." His voice, dry and relaxed, snaps you out of your spiralling thoughts, pulling you back to reality by the taut thread your sanity was clinging to. "I'll be back later, yeah?"
You don't grace him with a verbal response, barely guarding him with a stare of acknowledgement as he stands across from you by the apartment door, waiting for your usual farewells and wishes of safe returns.
"[Name]?"
Kaiser sounds uncertain as he addresses you, and you're not sure what spurs your destructive curiosity, whether it's that last bit of confirmation you need before confronting him, or some innate desperation that blooms after hearing the slight waver in his tone, but you seek it out for yourself.
"Can I— uh, can I check your phone..?"
The silence that ensues has your pulse falter and your heart flatline.
You're positively sure your nervous system's shutting down too, the dread from the sudden stillness entirely to blame for the way your stomach lurches to your congesting throat. There's even a tremble in your hands as you press them close to your side, hoping to contain the fear that overwhelms you.
If he refuses, then he's definitely hiding something… If he doesn't want me seeing his phone, then he's definitely—
"Sure."
"Huh?"
The noise of your confusion is almost comical as you raise your head with alarm, your earlier fright seemingly for nothing when the sight of his phone greets you teasingly.
"My phone?" He tilts his head jadedly, not at all bothered by what any normal person would be bothered by.
"…uh, thanks." You take it from him with mild hesitation, fingers briefly brushing against his warmer ones during the exchange.
What the hell? He just gave it to me? No questions asked…? No! He just wants me to think that way! This calculating bastard's probably deleted all the evidence!
You huff mockingly, guarding him with a glare of growing suspicion, something he doesn't pay attention to, not when he's too busy yawning away the fatigue from his lack of sleep doing God knows what at the heinous hour of dawn.
The phone almost feels like a ticking time bomb in your hands, and perhaps it is, considering how you were about to find some real sketchy shit on it. A moment passes as you calm your haywire nerves with quiet breaths, then, you're switching his phone on, gulping cautiously as the screen lit up with a… horribly pixelated image of a puddle?
Huh?
Your puzzlement barely lasts a second, not when the phone just unlocks by itself, without you having to input a code or anything into it.
"…."
This- this idiot doesn't have a password on his phone?!
"You… you don't have a password on your phone..?" The utter disbelief in your tone goes ignored by the athlete.
He only blinks at you owlishly, brow raising with genuine confusion. "Do I need one?"
"I mean," you exhale deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose with unbridled bewilderment, questioning how nobody's tried to steal his phone yet, "most people have one…"
"Oh," Kaiser hums deeply, like he's considering your words for a brief minute before shrugging them off carelessly. "It's not like there's anything important on it."
I'll see that for myself, alright!? Hmph! Only people with things to hide say stuff like that…
You glance at him dubiously, before your gaze falls back on his unlocked phone with beguiled intent, your brows furrowing in thought as you internally debated your options.
I'd like to see his messages… but maybe it's better if I just check his screen time instead..?
And you do just that, your fingers move with the expertise of a veteran, pulling up his settings app to check his screen time, a stat that greets you in its full glory.
Twelve- TWELVE FUCKING HOURS ON WEB BROWSER??? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING ON IT FOR SO LONG???!!
Your eyes near bulge out of their sockets at the number, before you rub at them furiously, hoping the comical endeavour clears your vision of the bullshit you're hallucinating. But instead of it reducing to a more appropriate number like you'd quietly expected, the absurd double digits remain, large and mocking as they stare back at you with mirth.
"Oi- oi…!" Your finger trembles against yourself as you point to the screen accusingly, tapping on it frantically to get his attention. "Explain!"
"Oh." He offers no further explanation, only scratching his head in response, none the wiser to your skyrocketing concerns. "Uh, well, I found this website and can't seem to get off it."
"Website!?" You repeat, your mind flying a mile a minute as he nods noncommittally, a gesture that has dread pool in your stomach.
A website??? And he can't get off it?? Oh my God- don't tell me, it's—
"P-porn hub?!"
"Pinterest."
"Huh."
"What."
"…."
The silence is unbearably loud, and you nearly shit yourself when he guards you with a look of mild offence, clearly felling very insulted by your baseless accusation.
"What did you just say?" His brow arches as he guards you with disbelief, looking a minute away from decking the life out of you.
"….Haha! P-pinterest!" You try to collect yourself, hoping he drops the subject before you explode into a pile of mush from humiliation. "Pinterest, huh?"
"…yeah." Kaiser eventually gets the hint and lets the topic go, giving up on trying to figure out whatever bullshit of a misunderstanding you ended up conjuring with your vivid imagination — a trait he was rather fond of.
You can only grin with relief when he doesn't inquire further about your ridiculous thoughts, though the relief is only momentary, for the reminder of his screentime resurfaces, urging you to investigate further. "But what about your screentime?! Why the hell is it at twelve fucking hours?!"
"Well, they have lots of pretty pictures," he admits quietly, fiddling with the ends of his bangs as he tried explaining his reasoning behind that absurd screentime. "It takes me a while to decide which to have as my wallpaper."
"Wallpaper?" You perk up, that explained his odd wallpaper you couldn't help cringe at earlier, it was so badly grainy and blurry, you thought you'd end up suffering an aneurysm.
"Yeah, look." He says, taking the phone from you while keeping it in your line of sight as he pressed on the screen a couple of times to open the website.
"If I click on this pretty picture, I can screenshot it and have it as my wallpaper." He talks you through each step, following along with them as he presents to you the abomination of a pixilated wallpaper he foolishly thought was pretty. "Helps calm me down when I look at it after some idiot's pissed me off."
Kaiser throws you a smug grin, feeling prideful for finally being able to teach you something 'techy' when it was usually him being the technologically inept boomer. You have to resist the disrespectful urge to scoff in his face when he keeps glancing at you with a puppy-ish glint in his eyes, searching for you approval and compliments.
"That's not… sigh, that's not how you use pinterest." You nearly roll your eyes with distaste, snatching the phone away from him to show him how it's really done. "You have to download the app first."
"There's- there's an app…?" He looks distraught at your comment, complexion comically paling with horror as the earlier aura of cockiness surrounding him wilted in an instant at your bluntness.
"Yes, and you can just download the images while keeping its resolution instead of taking screenshots."
"Huh?" The guy doesn't follow, his spinning expression a telling sign of his growing confusion.
You can only sigh while shaking your head, it looked like he had a lot to learn, and given how he was already running late to practice, a few more minutes spent on teaching him how to use the software wouldn't hurt.
"Sit down," you fall to the ground with a huff, tapping the space beside you for him to follow along, something he does immediately with no complaints. "I'll teach you."
And that's exactly how your crash course on 'Beginners Tutorial For Using Pinterest Like a Pro, No Glue, No Borax' shortly began. You taught him how to navigate around the app, how to make boards and how to pin certain posts into those categorised boards, while also teaching him the correct way to download images instead of whatever abomination he thought was right.
"It looks prettier…" Kaiser admits reluctantly, eyes bright with awe as he admired the resolution of his new wallpaper, something he always struggled to achieve with his pathetic screenshots.
"Right?" It's your turn to be smug now as you guard him with a humoured grin, finding immense delight in his quiet joy.
"Yeah." He nods softly, the tufts of his hair bouncing along in agreement, a sight that has your heart clench.
You stare at him for a little while longer, quietly endeared by his boyish wonder, before pulling your own phone out and holding it up proudly in his line of sight. "But not as pretty as my wallpaper!"
"Hm?" Kaiser looks up with mild curiosity, pretty blue eyes landing on the way your screen lit up with an image of himself. "It's me…"
"Yep!" You cheer, before tapping on the screen relentlessly, the lockscreen changing to different candid pictures of him that you must've taken when he was too distracted to notice.
"…oh." He offers no further response, or rather, he's unable to even think of one, the flush on the tip of his nose a telling sign of his quaint shyness.
There's silence following your quiet show of affection, filled with warmth and tenderness, a moment that lasts for a short while, until it's later disturbed by Kaiser who finally gains his senses.
His gaze is fixed intently on his phone, tapping away at it with the concentration of a scholar and the speed of a grandma, before he shoves it right in your face with a prideful huff.
You squint, pulling back and gently taking the device from him to see what he desperately wanted to show you. It's his wallpaper, but instead of it being an image of the aesthetic puddle you helped him find earlier on pinterest, it was a selfie of the two of you. One you'd absentmindedly taken during one of your many trips to the library down the neighbourhood.
It was a horrible composition, zoomed in awkwardly on your face and blurry to boot, but… but it was sort of cute… if you were as blind as a bat and grew up around dis-formed behemoths.
"Mine's…" He starts off competitively, head turning away from you with growing embarrassment as his voice cracked ungainly, "…prettier."
"…."
Ah, to think this easily flustered guy was the same guy you'd thought as unfaithful… shame on me.
the thought of my angel listening to audio books as he scrolls on pinterest 🥹🥹
anyway i told two close friends that kaiser likes to have pretty wallpapers bc it helps calm him down, one of them said "omg he has a pic of ur face on it" 🥹🥹🥹✌️, and the other said he needs therapy 😡😡😡. now which of the two do you think has been subject to my kaiser rants for longer?
HATE THIS FUKER MORE THAN ANYONE IN MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE FUCK HIM HOPE HE BURNS IN HELL. THIS LIL WEINER BRAT ASS MORON WITH NO SALARY SHOULD STARVE TILL TORTURE AND DEAD. HIS THROAT SHOULD BE PARCHED TILL IT EXPLODES OF THE HEATNESS AND DRYNESS. FUCK HIM.
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It's a horrible habit he has, and he's knows it's bad, but God, even knowing that doesn't stop him.
It doesn't stop how his eyes are naturally drawn towards you, how they pick you apart from a noisy crowd, how they fix solely on you and how they linger with an afterthought — bathing in the warmth of your radiance without any intentions of pulling away.
It's gotten so bad, so bad that even his old man's noticed.
He tries to be slick, keyword here being tries, because his endeavours are embarrassingly futile in the presence of his ever observant grandfather.
Jotaro can lower his hat to sneak a quick peak at you, demeanour poised with mock apathy as he threatens — empty threats — to hit you every time you ran your mouth with whatever bullshit you were constantly spouting on about, but he wasn't fooling anyone.
Especially not Joseph.
The older man was a veteran when it came to peeping after all, there was no way someone like him wouldn't notice.
And the boy is left to curse his luck, that of all people to catch him in the shameful act of gawking, it had to be his geezer. A loud-mouthed moron, who just wouldn't let him, or anyone else for that matter, hear the end of it.
His old age, something that's supposed to grant him wisdom, is practically out of the window when he teases Jotaro with obnoxious air kisses and winks of encouragement. The geezer acts like a fucking kid, finding some kind of sick and cruel enjoyment in his grandson's torment.
"Take a picture, Jotaro! It'll last longer that way!"
It's honest advice, Jotaro can begrudgingly admit. A line he's heard far more times than he can count, often accompanied with the offer of a free camera to pursue his dreams, but nevermind how frequent it may be, it always startles the absolute shit out of him.
And whilst he wants to do nothing more than deny the very true claims, Jotaro knows that reacting to his irritant's taunts will only give him away. So he reluctantly ignores them with an angry huff, discretely turning away from you, knowing damn well his gaze will miraculously find a way to wander its way back— back to you.
How could they not?
When you're sitting right beside him, all pretty with your hair pinned back, rambling on about whatever nonsense has caught your recent interest, your eyes bright like morning sunlight as you gesture about animatedly, none the wiser to his lingering stares.
It's a sight that has his stomach queasy and his head spin, something he desperately wishes to frame and commit to his memory so he can later look back on fondly like the sentimental fool that he is.
The boy quickly realises, that he's a lot like common molas — a fish known for their sunbathing behaviour — and that you, you are a lot like the sun. Dazzling and brilliant as you talk his ear off, something he has no problem with hearing despite his countless 'shut the fuck up's, that are actually his questionable way of saying 'keep going', 'continue', and 'don't stop talking'.
And just like his grandpa advised, Jotaro really wants to take photos of you. To immortalise your vibrant smiles, and to capture your vibrant-er expressions, but expecting a guy who's never played video games to know how to use a camera… might be asking for the impossible.
Sure, he could probably figure it out quickly, it's just a matter of pressing a couple of buttons after all— but, holding a camera in broad daylight, angling the device right, and capturing the perfect shot isn't exactly the dictionary definition of discrete, is it now?
Jotaro would rather dig a hole, crawl in it and die before exposing himself for who he really is in front of you.
So, being the innovative man that he is, he decides to approach the problem differently.
If he can't take pictures of you, then surely, he can just have star platinum draw you, right?
And he does.
Jotaro keeps a pocket sized sketchbook with him at all times, pulling it out whenever you've taken away his breath — unsurprisingly all the time — and keeping it out of your sight as his stand got to work.
It's the same today as well.
You've somehow managed to drag him to a nearby cafe again, by his arm and against his will, dismissive of his obvious refusal — a barely audible 'tch', and an even quieter 'good grief' that translates to his compliance.
And you're sitting before him in your full glory. Face framing strands effortlessly tucked behind your ear, the shorter strands pinned back with a star clip, cough, courtesy of star platinum who'd snuck it into your pocket when you weren't looking.
Your face is completely visible to Jotaro — just the way he likes, because that makes staring all the more easier to do — and you're happily devouring the strawberry shortcake in front of you, speaking a mile a minute after each bite as he took short sips of his tea. Something you offered to pay for, an offer he agreed to with a careless shrug because sneaking money into your pocket via star platinum was no difficult feat.
Maybe that's why you look so pleased today, because you're under the blissful impression that you're the one treating him when that isn't the case at all…
Jotaro sighs with slight amusement, filing away the information for future use as his intense stare returned back to you, hidden under the brim of his ragged hat that he made a point to adjust. He leaned back on his chair, discretely digging out the sketchbook from his pocket and keeping it out of your sight atop his thigh.
Nimble fingers move with the expertise of a repeated felon, opening up the sketchpad to a new page, a sign for star platinum to emerge behind him and take the reigns. The stand wordlessly adheres to his will, gripping a pencil with practised ease as it began sketching the basic outlines of your features.
The blank page is quickly filled up with your presence, the soft curve of your moving lips, the gentle slope of your nose, and your starry eyes that are wide and bright with endless curiosity — all drawn with the kind of effort only born from quiet devotion.
Jotaro's quiet devotion.
After all, the stand is a manifestation of his soul, and his soul is always in a state of reverence— always revering the beauty you carry effortlessly.
Star platinum gets close to you on occasion, particularly when it came to capturing the fine details of your lashes and your stray hairs, before returning back to the drawing with blinding speed and flawless precision.
It doesn't take long before his stand hands him the pencil, a silent announcement of the picture's completion, urging the boy to shut the sketchbook close and return it back to its rightful home, in his pocket and close to him.
A rush of thrill overwhelms him, and there's even an uncharacteristic bounce in his leg as his thoughts drift to his evening plans, where he meticulously goes through each drawing before sleeping, admiring them all with his ardent affections.
The excitement bleeds through, it's infectious, even star platinum's affected by his anticipation, spurring his stand to float back to you, right by your side to continue its quiet worship that take the form of intent staring.
And at times like this, Jotaro has never been more glad for your inability to see stands. He seriously didn't know what he'd do if you could see them, that would mean you knew about his staring problem this whole time, and the thought is painfully humilia—
"Hey, Jotaro?"
Your voice, soft and mellifluous, put a pause to his haywire thoughts, pulling him from his short-lived relief.
"…What?" His voice is clipped, and there's a tick in his brow as he guards you with a fierce glare. It's obviously a ruse, he's never truly annoyed at you, but pretending to be so gives him another chance to stare at you.
"I've been wondering about this for a while now..." You start off with uncertainty, lips pursing with wonder, a movement he follows deeply with wandering eyes as your gaze slowly drifted to your left, where star platinum has made itself very comfortable beside you.
"What's this purple entity that constantly follows you around? It's staring at me real hard right now."
"Cough—!"
His reaction is instant.
Jotaro positively chokes on his tea.
His large frame shaking as he hacks up the hot liquid he'd been consuming at leisure's pace. The beverage spills from the sudden movement, and Jotaro hisses when it drenches his pants. Not from the pain, but rather because the spill dangerously nears his pocket that housed his prized possession — the sketchbook filled with drawings of you.
Though you don't know that, obviously you don't!
So you, being the moron that you are, immediately pounce him with worry that is unneeded. Your hands fly to him with celerity, one's running across his back in soothing motions as the other grabs a hold of his trembling hand.
The concern in your eyes is evident, and it knocks the wind out of him, weakening the strength in his knees that hold him upright. And it's really no help that you touch him with featherlight tenderness, your perfume invading his senses and sending him overdrive.
"Are you— are you okay?!"
"Tch, g-get off— hic," He stammers, trying to pull you off of him as heat quickly spread across his ears in a guilty shade of flustered pink. "Get off me, bitch!"
first jjba fic... hello world... i'm on part 4 currently... taking a break tho and watching dr stone bc last ep is approaching soon </3
ANYWAY, I HOPE YALL ENJOY EHEHHE, @saintly11x THIS IS FOR U ML!!!!!
hello! can i req exes that cant get over eachother with bunny?💗 make him a yearner too..🤭
content + warnings — smau. bunny and reader are exes on good terms/still friends (who lowk still want each other). and beni is reader's pet rabbit. i did this while half asleep so keep that in mind lool.
an — idk if hes yearning to his full potential here tbh...
Help i was laughing the whole time reading this thank you!! <3 I will continue being confident and using my Rin figure to keep the lid closed on my instant noodles (if that makes sense)
In seriousness thank you! I genuinely thought I would get slimed out😔😔 this has reassured me AND gained my confidence back to glaze him and not be ashamed <3
I can't stop thinking about finally taking your new boyfriend!bunny to meet your friends who have never seen him before (they're not really tuned in on football maybe) . all they know about him came from you gushing about him and how perfect he is. because he has such a cute sounding name they were picturing you with a dainty looking guy, so imagine their surprise when a 6’3 guy with a scar on his face and that is built like he could lift you with one hand only shows up with you instead...does anyone else see the vision
in today's broadcast: a second look at bimbo!reader and her boyfriend alexis ness! featuring a permanent pain in the ass, michael kaiser! "he just won't stop trying to steal my girl!" alexis complains in an interview.
MDNI cw: fem!reader, smut, cucking (kaiser in the chair) into giving him a little taste, unprotected piv, bj&hj
"oh, lexiii~" your cheery voice echoes through the hall, the clicking of your heels swift and purposeful. your boyfriend just helped his team win yet another match, he deserves some pampering.
he's freshly changed and showered, having just now exited the locker room. his face lights up once his eyes land on you, gaze briefly directed to your barely-covered chest. he feels his pulse spike, you're so incredibly gorgeous. he heard your maniacal screaming from the stands, your support for him, and only him, clear to everyone around.
he can't wait until he can cozy up with you, feel your fingers running through his hair while he lays his head on your plush tits. maybe he can even cop a feel. though, knowing you, you'll probably put his hands there yourself.
he's about to walk up to you himself, but his vision is suddenly impeded by someone standing in front of him, back to his face. the blue rat tails give it away, as if his annoyingly smug tone didn't do so already.
"fancy seeing you here, schatz," kaiser drawls, "how kind of you to come watch me. did you come so you could give me my second win of the night?"
the clicking of your heels briefly halts, and so does his heartbeat. of course he would interrupt, he's like a sleeper agent, reactive to your voice at a moments notice.
"actually," you take a few steps closer, leaning to the side to look past him, "i'm here for lexi."
alexis is met with your bright smile as he sees your face emerge from behind his friend. his own lighting up again in an instant, "my sweetheart," he reaches out for you, trapping you in his hold the second you step into his embrace.
you both willfully ignore the scoff coming from kaiser. which is made a lot easier for alexis when you slot your cherry-flavored lips onto his, his face reddening rapidly as you waste no time before you suckle on his tongue so loudly it mirrors the echo of your heels just moments earlier. your fingers tangle in the hairs at the nape of his neck, giving him an enticing preview of what's to come when he joins you home.
it's only when you finally decide you've made the situation uncomfortable enough for the people around that may or may not have scurried past that you pull away, cherry chapstick and it's subtle coloring smudged on your and your boyfriends lips.
panting, his fingers dig into your hips. as if hypnotized, unable to look away from your angelic features. a small smile gracing his lips, lovesick gaze a reflection of your own.
his smile tightens when the intimate, albeit slightly misplaced, moment is interrupted by someone clearing their throat. your eyes snap to kaiser who's doing a poor job at hiding his annoyance, if he was even trying at all. the grimace pulling the corners of his lips down paired with the furrow in his brows more telling than any insult he ever hurled at alexis prior to this.
you raise a brow, your boyfriends presence doing wonders to keep you calm even through an interruption that rude, "can we help you?" you smile, strained as it may be.
kaiser's expression quickly morphs back into his usual confident facade. he leans his shoulder against the wall, eyeing you hungrily, "do i get a kiss too? i am the mvp of this match, after all."
you feel alexis' grip on you tighten, he won't say anything, but his displeasure is clear. he hides his face in your neck, unable to look kaiser in the eye. embarrassed he's unable to defend you, leaving you to deal with such unwanted advances on your own.
your voice is sickly sweet as you pet the magenta haired man, holding him close, as if sheltering him, "my lexi is always the mvp to me, micha."
a scowl ghosts over his face just long enough for you to notice. annoyed enough that you're irritated in the first place, your life always designed to be as stress free as possible. at least, if alexis had anything to say about it. you pull your boyfriends hair to level his face with you again, feeling petty about your little moment being ruined.
as kaiser shows no signs of wanting to leave you two alone just yet, you press alexis' back to the wall behind him, batting your lashes as he sputters, eyes wide and chest flushed all the way up his neck and face. his fingers dig into your hips, hard enough to surely bruise later. it's no matter, as he'll just kiss it better.
with one last glance to a surprised kaiser, you close the distance between you and alexis, kissing him deeply, your tongue meeting his directly thanks to his parted lips. likely from the shock from your boldness.
hands running up and down his chest, thighs clenching in sync with his adorable whimpers. he gasps out your name when your hands make their way under his shirt, caressing over his defined abs. he cries out when your manicured nail, that he paid for, scratches against a vein leading down his v-line. "f-fuck, 'm so sensitive," he pants.
you bite your lip, pulling away briefly, "should i take care of it for you, lexi?"
you look so sinful yet so innocent it makes his head spin. he nods eagerly, eyes glazed over by a need for more of your touch. his skin burns where you've touched him, and the hardness of his cock through his sweats is digging into your belly. "please, i need you," he pleads, voice cracking midway through.
"can you wait until we get home?" you run another nail down the middle line on his stomach.
he shakes his head. he'll explode sooner than you can walk out of this building. sweat drips down the side of his face, tired from the exertion of holding himself back from just pouncing on you. "i'll die," he croaks.
you can't help but giggle, pouting up at him in sympathy, "aww, my poor boyfriend needs his dick sucked? well, aren't you so lucky."
you take your hands from underneath his shirt and grab him by the arm. you tug him into the, by now, empty locker room, purposefully leaving the door open. just in case.
the lights are still on, bright and obnoxious, but it's perfect for the show you wish to put on. you sit alexis down on one of the benches and kiss him again while lowering yourself onto your knees in between his legs. the tiles are cold and quite harsh on the knees, but it'll have to do.
lips still entwined, your hand dips below the waistband of his sweats, the only thing between you and him now a soaked-through pair of boxer briefs. you feel him tense, his legs around you twitching with the urge to close.
his hands are cupping your face just to keep them occupied, the noises he lets out are nothing short of adorable. pathetic, if he wasn't your boyfriend. but he is, and thank fuck for that because you'd surely use your nails for way less nice purposes if someone came onto him.
he whines when you pull away from the kiss, a line of spit collecting you two still. your face warms, he looks so cute, so spent already. and he's all yours.
you pull his pants down together with his underwear, he lifts his hips to help you. trembling in anticipation as you grab his already rock-hard and dripping cock into your hand. a tiny squeeze is all it takes for him to let out the most high pitched sound yet. somewhere between a moan of relief and a whine, "please, please, please," he lifts his hips again, already out of breath.
you giggle, "such a cutie, lexi. don't worry, i'll make it all better."
lowering your head, you take his tip into your mouth, suckling while maintaining eye contact. well, it would be if his eyes didn't roll into the back of his skull the second your lips met his crown.
swiping your tongue along his slit and under his foreskin, a full body shudder runs through him, knuckles white as he grips the edge of the bench. his hips are twitching with the urge to thrust up, but he's a good boy, and he'd never hurt you like that.
you hollow your cheeks, taking more and more of him into your mouth and down your throat with each bob of your head. the filthy sound of your sucking and gagging ring through the empty room, and do plenty to disguise the involuntary sounds of the person still standing outside, who's just now moved closer to the door.
ignoring the ache that has been building in your own gut is near impossible, especially since you're 100% convinced kaiser is listening. you hadn't heard him walk away, and you're quite certain the heavy breathing was not coming from your whimpering boyfriend.
with a sick pop! you pull your mouth off of his cock, his hips instinctively searching for it back, "liebling! fuck, please, don't stop..!" tears gather in his waterline.
you kiss his cheek as you stand up, knees already sore, "i have a better place for you to stick your dick, lexi. come on, now~"
you bend over the bench, flipping up your tiny skirt. looking back at him over your shoulder as he scrambles onto his feet to get behind you. normally, he'd take his time with prep, but right now he's way too desperate.
he's about to sob as you stop him just before he can put it in. blood running cold as you call you, "micha.. i know you're there." your tone is teasing, and oh-so arousing.
his eyes dart to the door, one he didn't realize was open all this time. he's horrified, but the thought of showing kaiser how good he makes you feel sends a new type of thrill through him he hasn't experienced before.
a beat of silence passes before the first tuft of blond hair appears in the door, followed by the rest of an extremely flustered kaiser. his cock is rock-hard in his shorts, jaw set tight. even if he isn't the one who gets to fuck you, no one in their right mind would pass up the sight for sore eyes that you are.
he closes the door behind him, the sound providing a sort of finality to the situation. he sits down on a bench on the other side of the room, hand already squeezing his cock through the fabric covering it. he has a clear view of where ness' cock will soon be entering your soaking and fluttering cunt. jealousy floods his veins, but even he knows that watching is better than sticking to his imagination. and he has imagined you, and embarrassing amount of times.
you feel alexis basically vibrating behind you, and with one last sultry look at him over your shoulder you shake your ass gently, the plush flesh jiggling, inviting him to finally take what he needs.
and he does. in one harsh stroke, he's knocked the air out of your both. he takes no time to regain his breath as he starts rutting into you desperately. by now he's familiar enough with your body that even in such a frenzy he knows just how to angle his hips to hit exactly where you need him to.
the slick sounds of him sliding in and out, combined with skin-slapping so loud it would make the most stoic of men blush creates a perfect harmony of filth. and it is soon joined by the slicked up noises of kaiser aggressively fisting his cock to the sight. lip tucked between his lips as he listens to your sinful moans, while he tries to ignore ness' ear-piercing cries.
he wishes he was the one making you feel this good. he could lead you, take care of you so much better than that crybaby. and yet he can never act on it. you chose ness, and he's being reminded of that fact in the most humiliating way possible. being able to see your pretty pussy from so close is the only silver lining.
you reach your hand down to rub furiously at your clit, alexis' pace only increasing as he fucks into you like he's got something to prove.
the pleasure is white hot, coursing through your veins as stars explode behind your eyelids. hot liquid spurts onto the floor, and you feel your boyfriend's cum fill you not long after.
he thrusts a couple more times, before stilling, plugging you up so none of it leaks out. another way of claiming you in front of, who feels is like, his biggest threat. trying to catch his breath he leans over you, leaning his forehead between your shoulder blades.
you look back at kaiser, who's movements have slowed, but he hasn't finished just yet. "lexi? mind if i give him a hand?"
his head shoots up, and kaiser looks like a hungry dog who's just been thrown a bone, "really?" your boyfriend whimpers.
"don't worry, it's just my hand," you assure him, motioning kaiser to stand in front of you. alexis petulantly stays nestled inside your puffy heat, a pout you don't see gracing his cute features.
kaiser jumps at the opportunity, even if he is a tad disappointed by not getting to be inside your mouth at least. those feelings evaporate from his mind instantly when your hand makes contact with his throbbing, furiously red and dripping cock. skin rubbed raw, now embraced by a gentle touch.
it takes a few measly strokes to have him thrusting into your hand, rope after rope of creamy cum shooting out to cover your face. he doesn't dare make a noise, but you can tell he's far from having ever experienced something like this before. especially from his 'lap dog's' girlfriend he's had his eye on for way longer than ness has.
"how was that?" he wants to answer your question, your sweet and caring voice making his heart skip a few beats, only for him to then realize the question is directed not at him, but at ness. you've stood up from you position on the bench, the sight of cum dripping between your legs and from your face onto your chest is enough to stir his dick again, but the way ness is on you immediately, wiping your face and your legs with a spare towel sours his mood right away. he tucks himself away angrily and storms out of the room, leaving a giggling you and ness behind, utterly humiliated.
at least, the sight of your face covered in his cum will last him as a lifetime of jerk-off material.
back at your place, alexis' head is resting on your chest, just like he wished earlier. hand squeezing your tit like a stress ball, he looks up at you with his wide, doe eyes, "why'd you invite him?"
your hand scratching his scalp stops briefly before you resume, "i don't really know, he just irritated me so i wanted to do something about it. i haven't upset you, have i, lexi?"
your little pout has him shaking his head vigorously, "not at all!" he lowers his head back down, nuzzling his cheek onto your tit, "i liked it. showing him i've got something he can't ever have."
giggling, you tilt his head up and place a soft kiss on his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips, "indeed, lexi. it'll always be you."
a/n: i dont know what happened i wrote this in two goes in one day i suppose this is the effect of writing for the loml (ness)
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