imagine dad iv is a volunteer coach for flora's soccer team and all the other moms are down so horrendously bad for him. he's so kind, supportive of the girls, and not to mention ATHLETIC and GOOD LOOKING. they know he's divorced, but none of them can possibly imagine why any woman would leave that perfect man, especially seeing how good he is with his daughter. they all assume he's single (no ring, they only see him and flora together, etc.) and a couple of them try to seduce him on more than one occassion. then one game III shows up dressed in full team colors to obnoxiously cheer for this youth soccer game (i'm thinking flora's like. 10-12), walking straight up to him and planting the sloppiest kiss on his lips (he had to let these ladies know that he is not available 👍)
anyways lunch break is over i must pretend to be normal🫡
Sure, the moms show up to practice for their kids, but that's not what has their attention most of the time. They'll sit together with their little camp chairs and totally-not-travel-wine-tumblers to... observe and discuss how well the coach is doing with their kids. It drives them absolutely wild to watch him lift up the hem of his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead, or to see how gentle he is with the kids when they fall and scuff up their knees.
I'm all for a hot mom feeling herself lol, so I love the visual of these older women fawning all over Ivy during breaks and after practice. They'll show up in low-cut shirts in the team colours, find every excuse to talk about their "kid's performance" with the coach, and make sure they get in a little squeeze on his bicep or forearm.
Occasionally, some of the married moms will have their husbands tag along, but this means the dads catch onto what exactly has the ladies so enraptured on the field. Poor Ivy has had to deal with a dad or two puffing up their chests at him, jealous that their wives seemed a little toooo interested in meeting with the coach. He's able to shut them down politely, but they always leave with their tail tucked between their legs and a wife who's somehow even redder in the face than before.
Despite their efforts, Ivy never fails to be anything but friendly and professional with the moms. It's soooooo frustrating when none of their tactics seem to stick, and they'll scheme with each other on the best way to get a piece of that hot dad ass. He's single(?) and they're practically throwing themselves at him, so why isn't anything working?
And that's where our lovely III comes in. He easily worms his way into the mom group when he shows up to watch practice one day (he gives me vibes that he would be oddly good with that type of crowd. the pink whitney shooters he sneaks in with him also help to endear him to the ladies). They're all too eager to include him in their antics, if a tad confused as to why/who he's here for. After an hour and juuuust a bit of liquid confidence, the ladies "manage" to egg him on to make a move on the coach.
He goes along with their nudges and "wanna do something ~baaad~? 🤭🤭" attitude, finally getting up and approaching the coach while the moms watch and giggle in the background. III's such a little tease and they can smell the fruit salad on him from a mile away; while they're certain he won't make it any further than they've gotten, at least it'll be fun to watch their new friend strut his stuff.
IV is turning around to grab some water after chatting with a couple of the kiddos, and he looks up to see III sauntering over. III's got cheesiest, most mischievous little grin plastered all over his face, but it melts into something so fond and happy when he makes eye contact with his boy. IV visibly lights up and jogs over to close the distance, lightly holding III by his waist as IV smiles up at him. Subtly (not so subtly) turning them a bit so the moms get a clear view, III makes a show of gently grabbing IV's face with both hands, leaning down, and planting the fattest smooch on those pretty lips of his.
IV pulls away after a couple seconds, blushing and looking over his shoulder to make sure none of the kids saw (they totally did, and are currently making exaggerated gagging noises and shrieking in the background). He has to get back on the field after their water break is over, so he gives III a quick kiss on the cheek before turning around to resume practice. Before IV has the chance to jog off, III gives him a light smack on the butt and blows him a kiss when IV briefly whips around to give him a scolding (playfully) look.
III makes sure to throw a smug glance and wink over his shoulder to the moms, heading off to IV's minivan to grab snacks and water for Flora after practice. The ladies can't help but stare at him in awe as he walks away with a proud little swing in his hips, their jaws practically hitting the ground at both this new development and III's shameless audacity.
They're jealous, don't get me wrong. But, while he's away, the moms are scheming on how to get just one or twl more shooters in him. You know, so he can gossip on aaaallll those juicy details about their pretty little coach
