Fuckboy Shidou! Who made it his mission to get every living, breathing female creature on campus to scream his name in pleasure. Getting his dick wet in every hole they offered until graduation.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who was about 80 % there already. Even having managed to stick his cock into the hot exchange professor after class once. To everyones suffering, he still brags about it.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who's so into it, he even made a list of names that are still missing to achieve his perverted little goal. And your name sticks out like lightning to him.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who tries to make deliberate advances towards you at the next party. Only to get his ego bruised when you decline all of them with a simple ‘Not interested. Sorry.’ and a shrug of your shoulders.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who flirts with the secretary to get your timetable and sits a few rows behind you in your classes instead of attending his own and follows you around town when you're out meeting friends, just to get a feel for what you like.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who can't get over someone saying no to his charm and starts courting you to the point he forgets all about other girls.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who finally gets you to say yes to a date. Only to realize that he doesn't have any clue on how to prepare something like that. How was he supposed to impress you enough you'd let him into your pants?!
Fuckboy Shidou! Who seemingly did manage to impress you enough to have you sprawled in his sheets the same night. Completely impressed by the way you can keep up and match his freak.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who can't get enough of you and your sweet body. The way your desperate begging and pleas for more, turn into whimpers of his name with your trembling legs locked around his hips even though you say it's too much.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who was never one for giving oral. Not seeing the point in wasting his limited time with a chick on something he doesn't get any stimulation from when his dick always seemed plenty enough to get them to limp out of his room satisfied. But who then is greedily licking in between your thighs, never wanting to stop tasting.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who was so intent on throwing you out in the morning, like every other girl, but finds himself pulling you closer into his chest on instinct when the first rays of sunshine hit his eyes.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who gets made fun of by his whole frat for finally succumbing to one simple girl after strutting downstairs with hickeys, bite marks and scratches all over his shirtless self.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who takes his friends' comments as an insult to your striking beauty, your perfect body and overwhelmingly tight cunt and is ready to throw punches at his mates for it. They just don't understand.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who gets all tense when your smaller hand finds his and whose ears turn a bright red at how you stand there in just his shirt, rubbing your tired eyes and mumbling something about breakfast.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who's tugging you along out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room, grunting in displeasure over his own stupid behavior and muttering something about showing everyone who's boss. His mates are still dying in a fit of laughter as he pounds you into the mattress again for good measure.
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Stepbrother!Rin Who still isn't used to living with a girl and having to call her sister. He hates how he's expected to look out for you and make sure you find some friends at school, how you take up the bathroom for hours and how annoyingly loud you whine whenever he wants to watch a football match and you your stupid trash TV. He never asked for a younger sibling, a fucking girl no less! As if his stupid brother wasn't enough to deal with already!
Stepbrother!Rin Who ignores you to the best of his abilities. He doesn't answer you in the hallways at school when you ask him what class he has next, walks past you in the cafeteria when you wave at him and rolls his eyes every time he comes downstairs for dinner and is greeted with your bright smile and shining eyes. He knows you're trying to be nice and play happy family, but he's not interested in it. He only cares about one thing and that's football.
Stepbrother!Rin Who has to carry you all the way home on his back after you sprained your ankle in PE. He's annoyed by your little sniffles right next to his ear and your tears staining his shirt as you cling to his shoulders with your face buried in the curve of his neck. Or at least he's annoyed until he sits you down on the large sofa in the living room area and wipes your tears away before bandaging up your foot carefully. You are kinda pretty...if you like the stupid bimbo type of girl that is—which he is completely immune to obviously.
Stepbrother!Rin Whose eyes flutter open in the middle of the night just to see you crawling into his bed. He wants to tell you off, but doesn't find it in himself when you start telling him about a very scary nightmare and how you can't fall asleep during the storm raging outside, how glad you are to have him here to protect you... He didn't ask or wanted to know, but now that you're here, he's pulling you closer by the waist and tells you to be quiet and go to sleep before he kicks you out.
Stepbrother!Rin Who tells himself he's just doing his job as an older brother to not get yelled at by his father when he scares off the guys approaching you with just one deadly stare or takes your hand into his to drag you after him so you don't get run over by a car on your way home because a stupid stray cat distracted you.
Stepbrother!Rin Who's stunned into silence, hands awkwardly hovering in the air near your hips, when you climb into his lap while he watches football and whine about switching channels for some stupid reality show you need to watch. What stuns him even more is the fact he puts it on for you without protest as his hands settle on your body and he pulls you into his chest. He even gets invested in the romantic drama displayed on TV, masking genuine curiosity behind petty questions and a click of his tongue.
Stepbrother!Rin Who first notices that something isn't right when he pops a huge boner after accidentally walking in on you changing. You had just taken a bath, standing in front of your closet and contemplating for the past 5 minutes if you should wear shorts or a skirt. The image of your luscious curves in barely any fabric is branded into the back of his mind when he takes care of his little problem in the bathroom—the cold shower wasn't nearly as satisfying as nutting it out later that evening.
Stepbrother!Rin Who does serious research in all things girls, boys and relationships in hopes to find any other explanation than physical attraction towards his stepsister as a reason for his desires to bend you over the kitchen counter, hike your skirt up and fuck that silly smile from your face. He can't bear it anymore, your pretty eyes and the echo of your stupid giggles has been replaying inside his head for days now.
Stepbrother!Rin Who questions if your clinginess and need of attention is stemming from the same filthy urges that he secretly craves. Would you sit in his lap if you didn't want to grind against his hard-on? Would you cuddle up to him every night if you didn't like the way his morning wood kept pressing between your ass cheeks? Why would you wear little to nothing around the house 24/7 if you didn't want him to stare at your perfect tits and make him imagine his teeth sinking into the perky mounts on each side?
Stepbrother!Rin Who has trouble looking into his father's eyes and only gives short, one word answers to direct questions during the rare occasion of family dinners, because he thinks his father will see right through him. His cold, distant behavior seems so perfectly normal to his father that he doesn't even notice a thing, but you do and he only stops brooding in self-pity when you hug him from behind and ask if he's okay.
Stepbrother!Rin Who's jerking it to the innocent pictures of you in his camera roll (like he does every night now). Tears burn in his eyes from the amount of shame he's feeling for being this disgusting, but the sheer desperation for you is growing stronger and stronger and his teeth clench down hard on the fabric of his pulled up shirt to stifle his pathetic noises.
Stepbrother!Rin Who didn't expect you to enter his room this early tonight as you caught him right in the act of cumming all over his stomach—panic sinks in immediately as he scrambles up and tries to explain himself.
Stepbrother!Rin Who goes completely silent when you lay down between his still spread legs, pushing his shirt out of the way and start to lick up the cum from his abdomen like it's cupcake frosting. It makes his cock spring into action again at the way you blink up and smile so cutely. He can't believe you're actually just as depraved and sick in the head as him and who is he to deny his little sister the one thing that they both have been craving from the start?!
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Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who is the one to break up with you. Over text. A simple message of 'it's over' on a Friday night, because he couldn't be bothered to hear you wailing about it. He has better things in front of him to pay attention to—in fact, two very big things that belong to a blonde bimbo from art class.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who is sure you will get over it and he won't miss it. A man like him was never meant to be tied down in the first place and you knew what you were getting into when things between you developed.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who feels awful the next day and it's not just the hangover. The sex was bad, the stupid blonde chick hard to get rid of and all he wants to do right now is lay his head against your stomach and tease you for the growling noises of hunger before ordering from your favorite udon place.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who really has the audacity to do just that and call you with the intention of making up and making out. He's confused because your phone is off, calls and messages not going through, but just shrugs his shoulders before downing another half empty can of beer he finds on his floor. He will just talk to you on Monday...
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who's coming up to surprise you from behind in front of your locker on Monday morning—his arms wrapped tight around your waist and his chin resting heavily on your shoulder as he places a kiss to your cheek and laughs. He's stunned when he receives a harsh shove and a slap to the face in return instead of your playful complains.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who follows you like a pet his owner the whole way across campus. At first he's still chuckling about you 'not being like that' and that 'he wasn't serious about breaking up at all', about how 'you should know him better than this' and that it was 'just a joke'. By the end he's the one whining and begging, basically clinging to your legs and praying to God (you). He's telling you he'll make it up and that he'll change and things like this will never happen again. He just receives another shove and a kick in his stomach from you before you enter class.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who still doesn't leave you alone. He can't. He's not even embarrassed by how desperate he looks, how pathetically he has to beg and how much effort he has to put into big romantic gestures. Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of his life. He can't eat, he can't sleep, he can't even shoot the ball in a straight fucking line, even less a goal!
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who walks you to every class despite getting ignored by you. He buys you lunch and holds a seat for you, but you just get in line and buy your own before sitting elsewhere. He makes a cheesy, very detailed confession through the speakers for the whole school to hear that has you drag him away and scream at him to stop this bullshit, leave you alone and that you never wanna see or hear from him again as tears roll down your cheeks.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who's heartbroken but gets the message. He fucked up. In all the ways a man can fuck up in life. It's his fault and his fault alone. He leaves you alone afterwards.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who can't stop himself from the lingering looks in the hallways, the longing to hold you close before midterms because he knows you will freak out over it and the deep yearning to make you feel happy and loved again. He still looks out for you without your knowing—he makes sure you get home safe when studying until the sun has set, makes sure nobody talks shit about you and that every guy you come in contact with knows to treat you right or else.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who despite all that doesn't grow up. He drowns his sorrow in frat parties, cheap liquor and bad sex with women whose skin never quite feels just right beneath his palms. At least he can pretend it's you when he's high enough—eyes closed to picture your face and ears ringing to muffle whatever annoying noises fall from the lips of the stranger in his bed.
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Stepbrother!Shidou Who laughs straight into your face, loud and mocking, when his father introduces you and your mom to him. You can't be serious Dad! You're kidding, right? Didn't find something better than this? It's meant to insult you, to show his disapproval about anyone who isn't his deadbeat mom that left 10 years ago and that he still deeply resents. His dad and him are doing just fine on their own. He doesn't need a new mother or a stupid sister.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who takes every chance to make you feel unwelcome. He uses your cosmetics to tick you off. Holds random stuff you want to use up and out of your reach just to make you jump pathetically. He takes your favorite sweater to clean the dirty ass studs on his football boots. He occupies your bathroom in the mornings, taking twice as long as every girl you ever met, just to 'forget' flushing. All of that accompanied by his cocky grins and smirks and taunting laughs when he's mimicking something you said or did.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who claims to hate your annoying ass every time he's asked, but somehow always circles inside your orbit. It's like you can't get a single second of peace with him by your side. He's throwing himself beside you on the sofa, stealing the remote to watch football and when you complain to your mom, she just tells you to be nice. He's sitting next to you in every class, always interrupting your focus at the worst possible time with stupid comments nobody cares about and when you complain to the teacher, he just sends you two to detention with a look of disappointment. Not even his father seems to be on your side when all he does is shake his head and tells you two to get along whenever you're ranting out your anger.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who's an ass, but hates when other people look down on you. Two guys ridiculing you during PE? Both of them end up with a full force volley straight to their faces. A group of girls giggling about you sitting alone at lunch? He drops his tray of miso soup right on top of their little leader before sliding into the seat next to you, arm thrown over your shoulder and stealing your last meatball. "Hey sis, this seat taken?" He's the only one allowed to exploit your insecurities.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who unceremoniously bursts through every closed door you are behind without knocking. You take an everything shower and are already stressed out because shaving takes longer than expected and you have to wash out your hair mask? He's suddenly there, ignoring your high pitched yelp and shouts to leave while taking a piss. He doesn't understand what you're fussing over so dramatically. You're family now and it's not like he's never seen a naked little lady before... Although he appreciates the view of you all dripping wet and naked more than he probably should.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who does the same thing again at the worst possible time when you try to wind down from a stressful week inside your room. The lights are dimmed, some random playlist on speakers to make yourself seem busy from the outside as you are laying with your panties halfway down your legs and your shirt bunched over your tits. You try to get in the mood despite him yelling something about a missed opportunity to score in his room—blending out everything when pleasure rises. And then he's there, in your doorway, cheshire grin on his lips and slender eyes glimming in amusement.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who steps in without being asked even when you scramble under the blanket and throw your pillow at him. He's laughing about how stupid you look all shaky breaths and desperate touching and that he can give you plenty of tips to help you get off instead of whatever clumsy attempts you were having. He leaves with a casual shoulder shrug after you threaten to shout for help, but has to subtly adjust the fit of his sweatpants after closing the door behind himself.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who stumbles through the front door in the middle of the night, coming back from a party completely drunk. The noise has you check in on him while he's trying to get the microwave to heat up leftover pizza from the fridge. When you take over with a tired sigh, his arms circle your waist and you can smell his breath—alcoholic sweetness mixed with smoke—as soon as he tilts his head to smile at you. For once it's not condescending, but affectionate in a way that has your cheeks warming and the feeling stirring in your gut is almost enough to creep you out.
Stepbrother!Shidou Who's now sharing pizza with you inside his room while trying to sober up. It's awkward, sitting beside each other and eating pizza while you have nothing to talk about... So instead of listening to you clearing your throat every few minutes or fearing you start talking about boring shit like the weather and stuff, he occupies your mouth by sticking his tongue between your teeth.
Stepbrother!Shidou Whose head clears up instantly when you reciprocate the kiss and he realizes you two are caught up in a messy make out session—you on his lap, shirts torn off to feel more than just the heat of the moment and whimpering into each other's mouth. Your fingers are tangled in his hair while his hands grip the flesh off your ass to keep you close and flush against his chest. Fuck! Aren't you supposed to be an annoying brat?
Stepbrother!Shidou Who calls you disgusting for making out with your stepbrother and you just tell him to shut up if he wants to shove his cock somewhere else then the cheap cocksleeve he hides inside his desk drawer tonight. He laughs loudly at your comeback, louder than intended, and he only shuts up with a groan when you palm him through his pants, resuming to kiss you fiercely before you change your mind.
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Tutor! Ness Who your parents assign to give you one-on-one language lessons after moving to Germany and you continue having trouble with learning the new vocab and grammar.
Tutor! Ness Who really needs the money and takes this part time job very seriously. At least until he's meeting you for the first time.
Tutor! Ness Who doesn't understand why he struggles so much to articulate his study material and get his points across. He's never been this nervous or clumsy around his other students.
Tutor! Ness Who's hands are always shaking as he points out your mistakes on the worksheets with his pencil while he leans over your shoulder from the back, noticing how nice you smell.
Tutor! Ness Who's now looking forward to every Saturday afternoon with you. Watching your tongue poke out as you concentrate and listening to you speak his native language with that cute little accent that still sits heavily on every word.
Tutor! Ness Who slowly but surely starts to develop the biggest crush on you, thinking he's so subtle about it when in reality he's giving you starstruck puppy eyes the whole time.
Tutor! Ness Who definitely makes you say Ich liebe dich, Alexis Ness (I love you, Alexis Ness) while smiling at you so innocently. He tries to tell himself that it's just practice and that the words from your mouth definitely don't make his heart skip a beat.
Tutor! Ness Who thinks he might actually die when one afternoon you tell him the exact same sentence, but this time not just for fun or practice but because you actually mean it. The way your perfect lips form around the words and pull into a shy, hopeful smile afterwards make him gush inside and out.
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Stepbrother!Sae Who knew that there would be new family members to greet when he comes home for a visit from Spain, but is still stunned into silence when he sees your mother and you coming to pick him up from the airport instead of having to take a taxi like always.
Stepbrother!Sae Who introduces himself with the bare minimum of politeness expected before strutting past you to the car like he owns the space. He stares at you in silence, deadpanned and straight faced while you ask about Spain, blabber about older brothers, family, even football and everything else that comes into your mind. You really are an airhead, aren't you?!
Stepbrother!Sae Who quickly gets used to your cheerful 'good morning' when he comes down the stairs. Maybe he underestimated the importance of a woman in this family with how you prepare his post work out meals exactly to his liking, clean up his room while he's out for a run and don't complain about him watching football all the time (beforehand he really feared for endless discussions with a girl like you in the house).
Stepbrother!Sae Who doesn't mind you tagging along to the field as long as you keep sitting on the sidelines and don't interrupt his concentration. He doesn't show it, would never admit it, but he actually starts to like the way you cheer him on and praise him for every little thing. It's like you're his own personal cheerleader—no clue about football or anything else in life, but all smiles and short skirts just for him.
Stepbrother!Sae Who scowls hard at every interaction you have with Rin. Like why are you even talking to that fucker when he's literally the superior brother in everything?!
Stepbrother!Sae Who never really cared for friendly locker room talk with his mates—too focused on the game itself. All they ever talk about is useless fun, girls and sex. Sae has better things to focus on. He never had a girlfriend or sex or even a kiss, but who cares...right?
Stepbrother!Sae Who sneaks into your room late at night on a regular basis by now. Sitting at the edge of your bed, one hand is gently threading through your hair with a carefulness he would never show to anyone else as he watches you sleep and drool onto the pillow while asking himself what he's even trying to accomplish here. He appreciates the pretty pink silk pajamas though (and the way they don't conceal your perky nipples or the outline of your virgin pussy)—makes you look so innocent and perfect in his eyes.
Stepbrother!Sae Who suddenly does get interested in all the filth Shidou rambles about before and after a game when your plump lips part and he hears you moaning his name in your sleep. His whole body goes still and his breath is catching in his throat with the fear of getting caught, but you just stir in your sleep before continuing your deep slumber like you haven't just made his cock twitch to half-mast in his pants with one simple action.
Stepbrother!Sae Who can't help himself from shoving his thumb between your teeth while his other hand completely removes the covers from your pretty body, making you shiver and suck his thumb in deeper. Your slightly parted legs are like an unspoken invitation and he tries to remember what the guys have talked about comes next.
Stepbrother!Sae Who slides two fingers through your slick folds underneath your panties and finds you already so wet and warm that he has to hold back a few embarrassing sounds himself. He experimentally places a little kiss against your covered mount and by the little shudder that goes through your body, he thinks he must do at least something right.
Stepbrother!Sae Who grows bolder with his actions at the lingering taste of you in the back of his throat. Careful enough so you don't wake up, he has your panties pushed to the side and his face buried between your legs.
Stepbrother!Sae Whose lips never met the ones of someone else and are now making out with your dripping cunt as he licks at the wet mess driven by pure lust and instinct—he humps against the bedpost for some relief of his own without better knowledge.
Stepbrother!Sae Who's a virgin after all and if he doesn't want to lag behind on locker room gossip he has to get at least some experience in. And who could be a better test subject than his sister with her naive personality and leaky cunt with a taste to die for?! He's so glad to have given this family thing a chance. In the future he will gladly return home again at the first opportunity presented.
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All the siblings being the only ones home (parents out on a date or something) and they decide to watch a movie. Rin touching us under the blanket and we have to be quiet so Sae doesn’t notice
Alternatively, reader brings over a boy, maybe Isagi for example. Despite actually being just friends, Rin walks in on them in a compromising situation and refuses to believe it. Fucks the living daylights out of reader later cuz he’s jealous and scared to lose her
I imagine the itoshis would have a pool for training at their home. Let’s say reader decides to use the pool one day while Rins training, he has to fight the urge to stare at reader in her little bikini as he’s trying to train. Peels the same bikini off her later
Anyways more to come -🌱
Always happy to get new input and make my imagination run wild a little bit 🥰 Thank you very much 🌱 Gonna put those ideas right into my little, secret folder for later drabbles 🤭 But how about, for now, we combine all three of them??? 😈😈
Sae is visiting from Spain—not impressed with the new family addition. He treats you like air and focuses on training (and maybe showing off his skill and advantage to get under Rin's skin).
Rin has been on edge ever since the arrival of his archenemy and brother, and you don't know why. He's tense, focusing only on football and snapping at you for causing the slightest distractions. His touch has grown angry rather than worshipping whenever he drags you into his room and fucks you without an ounce of care for either of your pleasure, just a quick in and out to release his pent up frustration on your poor throat or tight cunt. He doesn't even cum most of the time, because his head is floating somewhere else.
You hate it. Every second of it. You miss your big brother Rin—the one whose eyes soften when he looks at you and who's protecting you from everything harsh in this world with a simple hug. You miss the way his glassy eyes roam over your face with appreciation when he takes you in missionary with deep strokes or the way he cradles you against his chest after making you cum with his mouth until he felt satisfied and you exhausted.
You've been left craving him, not knowing if you should give him space or put in more effort to receive his attention again. But when your parents leave you and your two stepbrothers alone for the weekend, you finally plan to get yourself some answers—thinking of it as an opportunity to be more open about your feelings without constantly hiding them to avoid the scoldings from your parents.
Sae's been taking a dip in the pool when you come outside in a cute little bikini set that you wore specifically for Rin. It's just, when Rin walks through the hallway and sees you conversing with Sae—one of your hands resting against his brother's bicep and your laughter ringing loudly even through the closed windows—jealousy burns bright and hot under his skin like the blazing sun you are standing under. So now that you're almost naked that bastard can acknowledge you? And since when do you find his annoying brother so funny? He barely even knows your name?!
And while he stands there, dumbfounded and slightly anxious to lose another thing that's dear to him to his brother, he has to witness Sae helping you into the water—his hands firmly gripping at your waist as he slowly lowers you from the edge of the pool like it doesn't even take him any effort. When you spot him inside the house, not even your sparkling eyes, bright smile and excited little wave can save Rin from spiraling. Now, he is sure he has to assert his dominance somehow. Make it clear to his brother and to you that he is the one taking care of you, that one brother is enough and that you are off limits.
Rin's never been affectionate with you outside of his room, too scared to get caught by others in things you two can't really explain. He's never taken the slightest risk to expose the deranged relationship you two have, but tonight gives him the perfect opportunity to mark you as his again and show you off a little right in front of his brother.
It starts innocently enough. A football game, a blanket, a pot of tea, the Itoshi brothers not shooting death glares for once and nobody there to ask questions about you being cuddled up so nicely to your stoic stepbrother. But when Rin's hands start to wander, you start to squirm. Slowly up and down your calf, a little further towards your inner thigh—kneading the flesh until it's probably a glowing red underneath the blankets and fingertips teasingly dipping inside your panties. The sharp inhale you take has Sae looking over with a scowl and the twitch of your hips almost makes you spill your tea.
Rin doesn't stop. The thrill of getting caught is running down his spine and his hand doesn't stop moving, eyes narrowed at his brother like he wishes him away. Your focus starts to waver, gaze locked with Rin as tears start to blur your vision and one palm is firmly pressed over your mouth to keep yourself from making noises. The football game long forgotten for the two of you.
It's intoxicating. The look on his face is exactly the one you've been craving as even Rin himself finally allows his thoughts to stray away from this unspoken competition with his brother and solely focus on you. Only when you cum on his fingers—two of them shoved and curled inside you for the past 30 minutes—does he wear that infuriatingly handsome expression and you swear you can see the corners of his mouth twitching into what some may call a smile.
That night for the first time in days, Rin sneaks into your room. He slips under the covers right behind you and holds you close, whispering apologies with gentle kisses to the crown of your head. A few minutes later he has you stuffed full and whimpering with slow rolls of his hips. Still holding you close, still whispering sweet nothing's right into your ear.
For the rest of the weekend Rin grows even bolder with his actions, wishing to never go back into hiding again and you're 100% sure Sae has to have caught on by now. But let's be honest here, Sae doesn't care about anything other than football. If it doesn't have to do with it, he doesn't want to waste his time with it. He couldn't care less about what his bimbo stepsister does with his shitty brother. He has not caught on to anything and he still doesn't remember your name.
As a huge fan of his, you absolutely have to ask for his number and Ness is so absolutely thrilled to have the attention of a cutie like you solely on himself, he immediately forgets how to function properly.
cw: fluff, clumsy first interactions and swooning
Despite growing up in a football household, you never really understood why your family is going crazy over watching 22 grown ass men chasing a ball around a green field. It wasn't until a sports channel reported about the upcoming season for some U-20 team—you initially didn't give a shit about—that your view on the whole football thing changed.
There he was, standing in the background and talking to what you assumed to be another teammate while the main focus was some interview with a prodigy you barely even spared a glance to. Alexis Ness. And suddenly your whole world turned upside down, everything clicked into place and your eyes lit up like fireworks. As did your heart.
After that you did your research—watching (and rewatching) every single one of his games, squealing about how he stumbles over his words during interviews, hanging the one and only available poster of him right above your bed. You wouldn't wanna call it an obsession if somebody asked, but you are only a girl…and the cute boy with the fiery gaze on the field whenever he gave his everything for the win of his team, just has you trapped in a chokehold.
When your parents bought you VIP tickets to the last game of the season for your birthday, you swear you are the most happiest girl alive—you didn't even know something like that existed for the U-20 leagues. Walking around the stadium in awe, buying a jersey with his name on it and immediately throwing it on to show your support and forgetting the popcorn basket beside you as you completely zone into watching him play during the game.
When the game is over—of course with a win thanks to an amazing last minute pass from your one and only—you nervously make your way onto the field where a lot of other fans are already engaging and taking photos with their favorite players. But your eyes are frantically searching for only one player and you immediately zero in when you see him standing off to the side with a towel hung around his neck and the sweaty strands of his hair falling into his eyes as he gulps down what must be a liter of water.
Ness meanwhile has long grown accustomed to living in the shadow of Kaiser’s greatness. He doesn’t complain when fans swarm the blond, asking for autographs and selfies as if he was invisible. Never protests when reporters trample past him to shove microphones in Kaiser’s face, or when girls he was interested in solely use him as a stepping stone to get The Emperor's attention. He simply watches on with a passive smile, more than content with playing the supporting role in his best friend’s career.
Today’s post-match routine is no different until you approach him with fond eyes that sparkle like he mattered. Like for once, he exists outside the confines of being Kaiser’s loyal lapdog.
“You want my what?!” Ness’ eyes almost gawk out of his head. You are attractive—stunning even—dressed in a Bastard Munich jersey as you hold out your phone to him. “You really want my number?”
He must be dreaming. Ness simply stares down at you, a light but visible blush softening his features. There is no way you actually prefer him over anyone else on the team, right?
“Um… you actually sure you wanna talk to me? Kaiser is over there, I'm sure he-”
Your brows knit slightly in confusion, head tilting a bit to the side before you burst out in a fit of giggles. You let your arms drop from where you are holding out your phone to proudly show off the number on your newly bought jersey, even doing a little twirl so Ness can see the name printed in bold letters on the back. His number. His name.
"Of course I’ll make the round to get the signature of everyone else eventually, but..." And now your shaky hands reach up to hold your phone out to him again, a blush settling across your cheekbones as you nervously look up at Ness with big, hopeful eyes. "But... If you don't mind... I mean, would it be okay to ask for your number?"
You straighten out in a panic as soon as the words come over your lips for a second time, eyes going wide and hands flailing in front of you as if you could take them back. "I'm sorry! That's not— I mean, I'll take a picture or an autograph as well if you're not interested, you know! No pressure! I shouldn't have said that! Please don't call security, I swear I'm not a creep or anything!"
You want to sink into the ground with how embarrassed you are of yourself, you must have sounded so stupid just now, not being able to stop rambling on and making the matter worse. You take a deep breath before locking eyes with him again. "I just wanted to say... I was never really into football, but I really enjoy watching you play…”
Ness' breath catches as he stares at the jersey with wide, shimmering magenta eyes. His lips part slightly in disbelief before curling into the softest, most genuine smile he's ever worn. The way you spin to show off his name makes his chest tighten with warmth and the towel slips from his shoulders as he takes an unconscious step closer, fingers trembling as they hover over your phone—like he's not sure he's allowed to touch it.
“You...bought my jersey? Mine? Me?” His voice cracks embarrassingly high on the last word and he claps a hand over his mouth, flushing violently pink from roots to neck. Behind him, Kaiser pauses mid-autograph, sharp blue eyes narrowing at the scene.
Ness, with a sudden act of boldness that surprises even him, grabs your phone with both hands like a lifeline, accidentally pressing random buttons in his flustered state. “Oh mein Gott, YES! I mean- Yes, you can have it! My number! My- Oh god, I just opened your camera-”
He fumbles desperately, nearly dropping the device before finally managing to input his contact. When he hands it back, his fingers linger against yours just a second too long. His whole body is vibrating with barely contained joy, grin so wide it hurts his cheeks. “Should I sign your jersey too?”
From across the field, Kaiser's head turns toward you both like he's sensed a betrayal, his trademark smirk faltering for just a second before Ness deliberately steps sideways to block his friend’s view of you. For once, Ness doesn't feel like immediately scurrying to the side, his gaze stays locked on you, glowing with quiet, disbelieving happiness.
The smile that spreads across your face is radiant, bright and full of contagious happiness. Your eyes stare at the dark screen of your phone like you still can't believe you've actually got his number. And when he asks to sign your jersey, your head snaps up so fast it hurts. "YES!" You shout excitedly and definitely way too enthusiastic. "Yes, please! Oh my God, yes!"
You fumble through your small purse and bring out a pen before stilling all movement. You didn't really know how to go about this. Is he supposed to sign on the front or the back? Are you supposed to still be wearing the jersey when he's signing? The thought of him so close, of feeling the warmth of his skin on yours through the fabric and the pressure of his hand when he signs is enough to make your ears go all red.
You smile at him awkwardly before slipping out of the jersey carefully, revealing a little frilly tube top that matches your overall cute and quirky vibes perfectly and Ness nearly chokes on his own breath. His eyes widen comically before he violently lifts his gaze upward to stare at the sky like it holds the secrets of the universe.
He's struggling to process the transition from a baggy red and black jersey hanging on your small frame to the innocent pink top covering your body of a goddess—all soft curves and supple skin. You're like a sweet little angel in a sea of testosterone, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from whimpering out loud.
His entire face burns crimson as he accepts the jersey with trembling hands, fingers brushing against the fabric with reverent care. “I- Uh… Wow. Wow! I mean- I'll sign now! Right now!”
He scrambles to uncap the pen with his teeth, regretting it immediately when he nearly pokes his eye out before smoothing the jersey against his thigh. His signature is messier than usual—all shaky lines and uneven pressure—because he keeps sneaking glances at you like he can't believe you really exist in his orbit.
Meanwhile, Kaiser has begun to slowly approach with the aura of a predator who’s just spotted his prey being stolen, but Ness pointedly ignores him, even going so far as to add a little heart next to his name on your jersey. He clears his throat, holding the jersey out at arm's length like it's made of fire. “There! Now it's-it's official! You're officially... my fan. Only mine.”
The possessive slip makes his eyes widen in horror, and he quickly backpedals. “I MEAN- Not that you can't like Kaiser or anyone else too! That would be- Oh no-” He cuts himself off with a frustrated noise, grabbing fistfuls of his own pink hair like it’ll somehow make him articulate properly.
You chuckle at his rambling and how nervous and excited he seems to be even though you are supposed to be the fan and he the star, blushing harder when he calls you his. This time, when you take the jersey back from him, you deliberately let your fingers linger on his slender ones for longer than necessary. His, his fan—the way he says it sounds way too good to your ears and you already know you wanna hear him call you so possessively again.
Ness continues in what he hopes to be a calm, charming manner—he really doesn't wanna scare you off. “What I wanted to say is, do you... maybe want to get coffee sometime? Since you have my number now and- Oh god, was that too forward? I can pretend I didn’t say-” Kaiser is interrupting the conversation by slinging an arm around Ness' shoulder, his smile sharp enough to cut glass as he smirks down at you.
When Kaiser appears, you barely spare him more than a polite smile before turning your full attention back to Ness. "I would love to! Drink a coffee with you I mean... I'm sure you're always busy with training, but you can just squeeze me into your schedule whenever. I'm very flexible. My schedule, I mean... My schedule is flexible…”
Ness swallows hard when you say you're flexible. The image of your little body twisting and arching in ways he could only dream of is almost enough to make him drop to his knees. His gaze lingers on the smooth skin of your shoulders, tracing the line of your neck with his eyes until his gaze slides back to your eyes, then immediately darting away because it's too much.
He is pretty sure his heart is actually going to explode from the sheer dopamine high he's receiving from your attention. Being the focus of those big eyes and sweet voice would be enough to make the world's most egotistical person crumble, but with Ness's crippling issues with self-worth... he's a goner.
He's already planning out locations, times, outfits, conversation starters, anything to keep you talking to him longer. He wants you so bad it hurts. Not just physically. It's a deep, gnawing ache that makes his pulse stutter out of sync.
Kaiser's jaw visibly clenches when you brush him off so easily and focus completely on Ness, a dark expression crossing his normally cheerful features as he tightens the grip on the midfielder. Ness can see the possessiveness written across his best friend's face, the way Kaiser's eyes flicker between the two of you like he's seconds away from stealing you from his grasp.
But he doesn’t even flinch when Kaiser’s smirk falters—too busy staring at you like you personally hung the moon. “Tomorrow. 3 PM. There’s a café near the stadium with strawberry cake that’s almost as sweet as-” He cuts himself off, ears burning, before hurriedly amending “-as sweet as their coffee! Yes. Their coffee.”
Kaiser lets out an exaggerated scoff, but Ness ignores him entirely, nervously tucking a stray pink strand behind his ear while waiting for your response.
Your gaze flickers over to the way Kaiser grips at Ness like he belongs to him and you give the blonde man a skeptic once over. You don't like it, getting more and more irritated at Kaiser’s presence and the way he makes himself known without actually saying anything of importance—you always thought he was way overhyped by the media.
But you don't let Kaiser's presence deter you from the way you beam at Ness when he invites you on what clearly is a date in your world, almost vibrating with excitement in your place.
You take a step forward, crowding into Ness’ space before taking his hand into yours like it's an old habit, tugging him down a bit with gentle pressure and reaching out on your tippy toes to place a soft kiss against his burning red cheek. "Great! Then it's a date!"
Your faces are only mere centimeters apart when you blink at him, crinkling eyes and a fond smile. Your voice is as soft as it is husky when you speak in that hushed, intimate way so only he can hear. "I can't wait."
Ness makes a noise like a deflating balloon when your lips press against his cheek—high-pitched, strangled, and utterly undignified for a professional athlete. He's pretty sure he forgets all basic bodily functions for a solid thirty seconds before melting into a boneless puddle of pink-haired bliss with magenta eyes blown as wide as saucers.
And then you straighten out, skipping away like some adorable Disney princess. But before you're completely out of his sight, you turn around once more and excitedly wave goodbye to Ness one last time—that jersey with his name on it still clutched tightly into one hand as you make your way out of the stadium, already talking animatedly to your father.
He just stares dumbly after you, his entire brain fried from those few seconds of close quarters and the memory of your lips against his cheek. The place where you kissed tingles like it's been branded, and he absently touches the spot as he watches you skip away, still too disoriented to form any coherent thoughts. The soft, sweet sound of your voice keeps replaying in his head on a loop, making his chest feel unbearably tight. He didn't even get to kiss you back and a sudden wave of yearning crashes over him like a tsunami.
Kaiser’s grip on him tightens painfully, his smirk twisting into something darker as he watches you walk out like he’s already calculating how to ruin this for both of you. Meanwhile Ness is already mentally drafting six different texts for tomorrow’s date—each increasingly more unhinged—when Kaiser moves, shoving him roughly from behind with a look of mocking disgust. “Mein Gott, you look like a lovesick poodle. Wipe that smile from your face. You look pathetic.”
But Ness doesn't care. He's already floating somewhere in the stratosphere. “She said it was a date. A date, Kaiser. With me. And she kissed me. Did you see that?!” His voice is breathless, like he’s just witnessed a miracle.
Kaiser scoffs, rolling his eyes, but there’s an unfamiliar tightness in his chest as he watches Ness gaze after you with a devotion only he is supposed to inspire in the boy. “Ja, ja... Don’t get used to it… Who even was that?”
But Ness just smiles, dopey and dazed, cheeks still flushed pink as he watches you disappear into the crowd. “That... was my future wife.”
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This work is entirely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, places, organizations, or events is purely coincidental. No factual representations are intended.
