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Starting over in Madrid Chapter 4 : Hell Clasico

"You don’t come after training because we’re still grounded ?"

Misa’s text made my heart lifted. With the Clasico and games abroad coming, I had a huge amount of work that was keeping me out of the stadium. I had shut myself in my office for three days now, importing, retouching photos, thinking about the next games’s visuals… Due to the fact that resisting the goalkeeper was becoming more and more difficult, I had to admit I was relieved to be able to avoid her.

I thought a moment about what to answer. As soon as she had stood up from that bench on the evening at the park, Misa had been her funny self again. She had joked happily. We had said goodbye at the entrance of the parking. Like friends do. If she had been disappointed, she had been hiding it well.

And now she was texting about me for not coming to our photo meeting in a casual yet flirty way again…

"Feels like I’m the grounded one… work is having me trapped in my office!" I texted back.

"👉🤓"

"🫠👋"

She started typing and stopped. Her text bubble didn’t reappeared. I sighted. I hated having to be distant with her. I sighted again and buried myself back into work.

Fifteen minutes later, loud erratic knocks boomed against the door of my office. "What…?". Without waiting, Misa, Hayley and Sofie burst into the room. "Here she is ! You believed to could get rid of us that easy Nicky?" Hayley asked while the three girls came around my desk. Misa had bring a ball and severals biscuits with her. "What are doing here?!" I said already annoyed. I had a feeling they weren’t here to help me…

"We’re checking if you’re still Nicky and not a robot." Misa dropped the biscuits on my desk and started to play with her ball, making it rebound between her foot and thigh. Sofie was leaning toward my computer’s screen. "Do you have new photos of me?". Hayley was observing my cameras under every angles. "I’ve never seen this one, would you recommend it Nicky?" The dull sound of the ball rebounding rhythmically was constantly filling the room. I wasn’t believing how fast they had created such a mess.

"Guys, a girl needs to focus right now!" I said, eyes closed, a hand on my forehead. "Oh, you can keep working, don’t mind us." Hayley had taken a camera and was back at taking pictures. Sofie joined Misa and they went passing each other the ball. There was no way I was going to be able de concentrate in this chaos.

Edit just ten more photos tonight. I said to myself. I grabbed back my pencil and graphic tab, opened a photo of Olga striking, and started to erase an unwanted grass twigs on one of her socks.

On the corner of my eye, I saw Misa’s face approaching the screen while chewing a mouthful of biscuits. "What’s this? Are you drawing?" She pointed at my tablet. The sound of the ball was still resounding, Sofie had taken over. A few crumbles fell off the goalkeeper’s mouth. "Misa! The keyboard !" I blowed hard on it to make them go away. "Perdòn!" She stood back and tried to swallow her snack. She gestured to me to explain again.

That girl can be such a pain !

"No, I can’t draw, I’m just correcting details. A pen is more precise that a mouse". I said to her.

"Oh vale ! Can I try It ?" I glared at her. "I mean not now! When you have the time. And… I can teach you football in exchange". She ended up showing an innocent smile.

That girl will drive me mad!

"Misa! Leave Nicky alone and come to my IG Live, the fans wants to see you !" Sofie called from the farthest corner.

"Coming! Nicky, take a biscuit, son muy buenos!"

They kept going like this until they were forced to leave with me. I had painfully managed to do half the work I wanted to be over. Tomorrow is another day, they say.

***

Alas, next day was just the same. They came after their practice and occupied themselves more loudly than ever until my boss finally came to have them go away. With all of that, it was miracle I had finished everything at a rather early time on the eve of the Clasico. That meant I could attend the motivation speech that followed today’s training session.

Sitting in the stands, the speech wasn’t captivating after all. Maybe I hadn’t enough knowledge of football to really get it but I found it lasting forever. The players weren't into it either. Olga’s legs were showing signs of impatience. Linda was slowly drifting. But despite my tiredness, I wanted to check on Misa and Hayley, so I kept waiting.

I caught them at the building exit. I could sensed their nervousness behind the frank smiles they both gave me as a greeting.

"Hey Nicky, great speech eh..?" Hayley hugged me, she was so tensed. "Thanks for waiting but I need go home. I’m off, girls, see you tomorrow !" Misa patted her shoulder as she left and she roughly brushed her hair in return.

I turned to the goalkeeper. "How are you coping?" I asked her gently. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other. "Estoy bien…", she answered peering down, her foot kicking at the floor vainly. She obviously wasn’t.

"Do you want to walk ?" I said without any back thoughts. I just wanted to help my friend to feel a bit better. She nodded.

We went touring the sport campus. We tried to talked about anything but the Clasico. At first, Misa was jumping in place every now and then to get rid of her stress. She relaxed when we started teasing each other.

"Misa, you can’t be with a ball without showing off! That’s insane!".

She smirked. "I’m athlete Nicky! Football is my life, of course I play with my ball all the time". She side glance at me, her mischievous tone and a satisfied smile back. "I did 65 rebounds yesterday."

I giggled "Is that much ?". Misa’s both disappointed and irritated air had me laughing out loud.

She slapped me on the arm "Jajaja, muy divertido! Enhorabuena Nicky! I don’t care about what a girl who work al Real and knows nothing about football thinks!"

It was my turn to faint annoyance. "I see trainer Misa is long gone before she even started… you are a very reliable person." She opened her mouth but was out of answer. I had had her sulking again. Grumpy Misa was one of my favorite.

I took a pleading look. "All right, you are the best Misa! Eres la mejor! Now, when do we start training ?" I was sure the training part would lift her spirit.

She side-eyed me again, still vexed. "Have you at least ever play football ?".

I pretended to search my mind. "It happened... twice maybe. First was at school, and second on the alley in front of my parent’s house".

She snorted. "No es posible…" She shook her head and continued, her voice suddenly curious. "For real, why did you want to work for a football club?" Her mocking tone gone had me really wonder how much I wanted to tell.

"I needed a change in my life. Anything was… not going well. I had a rough break up and was really unhappy in my previous job…"

"I’m sorry to hear that" she said with a concerned look.

I half laughed half sighted. "It’s ok now. I’m glad to be here. I really like Madrid". We were reaching the exit of the building again.

"Bueno… and do you like your new job too ?"

"Yes, I’m quite found of it… and of my new exasperating friends" I went back teasing her a little as we headed to the parking.

"I’m happy you’re good with us", she said, not reacting on the teasing part this time.

We arrived in the middle of the car park. I didn’t know if we were going in the same direction so I gestured on the right "I’m parked this way".

"I’m parked over here but I’ll go with you to your car, I can do with a bit more walk" she replied although she sounded far less stressed now.

We reached my vehicle and faced each other to say goodbye. "Thanks Nicky" Misa softy spoke. Her features were less drawn. The walk had soothed her a little.

"You’re looking better. Are you sure you’re ready to go home ?" I inquired one last time.

She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Instead she simply smiled and looked away. "Misa?" I frowned not knowing how to help her anymore.

Her head turned back to me. She bit her lip and her eyes stopped on mine. Then she slowly moved forward. My brows went up, having me frozen in a surprised look as she took my hands in hers, and I knew that that was it, that there’s was no escaping this time, and that I didn’t gave a fuck.

I half closed my eyes, my head slightly bowed while she leant over. My gaze stayed on her quivering mouth as she approached mine. At last, she pressed her lips. I let out a short breath. I was surprise by the tenderness of her kiss. Her mouth was soft, its movements slow.

I kissed her back. Letting relief fill me up. Completely abandoning myself as her taste and scent washed over me. Our noses brushed against each other. The grip of our hands tighten as we went on kissing, softly still, slowly still.

Finally, she withdrew her lips from mine, a soft smile lingering on them, having me missing their contact immediately. My eyes couldn’t leave hers.

"I’m ready now" she whispered. I exhale and shyly smiled and she released my hands. "Good night Nicky ». She stepped back and turned over. My gaze followed her until she disappeared behind the birch trees growing between the parking spaces.

***

Aitana Bonmati was running fast, dribbling everyone coming for her. She armed her strike and shoot between Ivana and Olga toward the penalty area. The ball landed right on Salma precise foot who immediately kicked hard at the upper left corner of the goal. Misa jumped with all her strength and the tip of gloves deflated the ball, preventing Barcelona to strike once again.

The match had been hard and demanding from the very beginning. Barça team had been pressing Real Madrid players, having them constantly cornered near their penalty area. Misa had already saved five goals but as Mariona Caldentey had outpasted all the defenders for the third time and send a particularly well aimed kick to Caroline Graham Hansen, the goalkeeper had gone on the wrong direction and the ball had rolled easily in the cage. Misa had sweared, gotten up, and send a long clearance skillfully recovered by Hayley. Hayley was a fast runner too. She had passed the ball to Athenea, who had dribble passed Irene Paredes and used the one second of disorganization to find Linda. The kick from Linda’s head had miraculously flied through the expert gloves of Cata Coll, and crashed on the net behind her, filling the stadium with unexpected joy.

Returning from the halftime, Barça had pressed harder harder without succeeding at scoring yet an other goal. After a clever discussion in locker room during the break, the real Madrid was holding well against them for the first time, Misa’s many saves putting and end to theirs brilliant sequences of passes. And the unbelievable had happened at de 78th min. Naomie had succeeded at loosing Alexia Putellas’marker to get the ball from Oihane’s throw-in. Her quick arched shot had found Olga on the left side, who had managed a shot worthy of the World Cup. She had stricken from her rather distant position straight at the right upper corner, giving Cata Coll an impossible job. The stadium had burst screaming, echoing Madrid players all hugging together to celebrate their first time ever leading Barcelona.

It was extra time when Misa’s body crashed on the grass again from saving Salma’s strike. The Madrid player were back at having a hard time. I could see they were physically drained, their feet barely touching the ball anymore.

They all took position, ready for the corner, Misa giving directions to her teammates as she prepared herself for the upcoming action. Salma struck. She crossed the ball back from the goal line. The ball descended on Alexia in a perfect neat curve before she sent it crashing to the net. Barcelona had come up to the score, victory slipping through the Madrid girls'fingers at the 95th minute. Now, the match was going extra time. I saw Misa down in her attempt to save to ball, kicking the grass with her fists in frustration. As well trained as they were, the team was exhausted. With Barça clearly dominating, the extra time was going to be a living hell.

Misa passed by me as she exit the tunnel to ran toward her goal after the short break. I took a shot of her face, a mix of deep concentration and extreme fatigue. My heart sank. I had been covering the match with other photographers from the start, trying hard to focus on my job rather than on the ongoing actions and the increasing pressure on Misa.

The game resumed. Madrid team formed two compact lines in front of the goal. They had received new guidelines: keep on defending and don’t take another goal at all cost. Their strategy, and Ivana’s agile foot prevented a new shot on target finding the net. The only two more attempts of Madrid met Cata’s gloves, her clearance sending the ball back on their half pitch again. But, they hold on again and again the entire the first half of extra time.

During the second, fouls and cramps multiplied on each sides, chopping the play in numerous sloppy actions and hardening the footballer’s job by giving them unnecessary minor injuries. Misa’s attempt to grab a shot by Mariona sent her rolling on ground and her knee hit the goal-post. The ball luckily found the cross-bar and was quickly cleared by Kathellen. But Misa was still down, grasping her knee between the puffy fingers of her gloves. I shuddered. No please! Let not it be a serious injury! I silently prayed. The medical staff came over after the referee had blown the whistle. With several of her teammates surrounding, I could barely see what was going on.

I waited, trying to breathe properly, not looking at the last picture I took of Misa, curled up on the grass, her features distorted by pain. After what was feeling like a hour, the med staff went away and the small crowd scattered, revealing Misa standing on her feet again, though she was breathing hard and slightly limping. I relaxed a little.

The goalkeeper settled back in front of her caged but she gave the ball to Ivana for her to do a long clearance. She clearly hadn’t the strength anymore. The ball was back in her penalty area in a heartbeat but the match had Madrid finally find the key to put up a very strong defence. When the whistle blew again, it was to put an end to the game at last.

The penalty shoot out would decide the winner of the Copa de la Reina. More than ever, the outcome of the match was now resting mostly on Misa’s shoulders.

The goalkeeper and the rest of the team gathered around the trainer near the bench. I crossed eyes with Misa and I smiled, my fist clenched up in the air to show her my support. She didn’t seemed to see me. Nothing exists apart from the game when she was playing.

Madrid opened the shoot out with Olga. She shot, scored. Cheers burst.

Misa jumped on her line. Caroline Graham Hansen scored as well.

Claudia kicked hard on her right but Cata had understand where she was aiming. Her body blocked the ball, having Barça yelling in triumph.

Aitana scored.

Athenea scored.

Mariona scored.

Hayley scored.

Last ball. All was resting on Misa. If she failed the ball, everything was over.

Alexia armed her leg. Kicked. The ball flew on the opposite of the goalkeeper.

It was it. Madrid had lost. I forgot to take pictures, focusing on the limp body of Misa still laying on her back, her gloves on her face. As the Barcelona players hugged together in victory, the sturdy figure of Alexia was crouched at Misa side, muttering to her words I could not hear. She heaved Misa to her feet, helped her taking off her gloves. I could see her face wet with tears, her eyes puffed and closed as she was still sobbing. They leaved the pitch, Alexia’s arm over Misa’s shoulders. One of other photograph was shooting restlessly at them while they headed toward the tunnel. I couldn’t suppress a surge of anger.

I got up, quickly took the steps that separated me from the man with the camera.

"Give her a rest ok ?!" I shouted in his direction. The man stared blankly at me, astonished. In addition to my strange behavior, he probably wasn’t speaking English.

Noticing my action, Misa and Alexia had stopped. When she saw me close, Misa lowered her head as if she couldn’t bear to look at me. Alexia stared kindly at me, guilt still her eyes as she knew she had partly caused the sadness of her friend.

"I can take her to the locker room if you want" I said, instantly shocked by my own words when I couldn’t leave my job.

Misa lifted her face again. Alexia looked at the goalkeeper to see if she was ok with that. Misa nodded and I took over Alexia to guide her through the tunnel.

I made Misa sat on the farthest bench of the locker room. Everything was quiet here, the screeches of the celebration only a distant echo. The goalkeeper had stopped crying. Her board shoulders and muscular body seemed so fragile somehow. I took a seat beside her, not knowing what to do now it was up to me to comfort her.

"I’m sorry" I simply said.

"We were so close!" she cried. "Let’s just go! I don’t want to be there, I don’t want the puta silver medal again!" She blown her nose hard and rubbed her red eyes with a towel laying by. Exhaustion was oosing from her at every levels.

"No Misa you can’t go" I responded and caught a surprised side eye, as surprise as she could be in her current state. "You can’t go because everything’s not about wining or being better or best ! You can’t go because football doesn’t have to be that. It’s not about the score, the cup or whatever. Football is an emotion, a battle, a shared experience. And first and foremost it’s a spectacle and you put on one hell of a show as a team and as a player tonight! If you go, nothing remain, it would mean nothing. You have to go back Misa."

Silence settled between us. I felt exposed and embarrassed by the words I had just spoken. It was ridiculous, saying obvious things like that to a seasoned footballer when I was barely discovering the sport.

The goalkeeper exalted deeply. "You lied to me" she said, gotten me confused. She chuckled softy "You acted like you didn’t know a thing about football". She painfully stood up and waved me to do the same. "But you do" she said smiling as we faced each other. The tall woman pulled me into a hug, her head resting on my shoulder and I hold her tight against me. I gently stroked her back, her jersey was wet and she was clearly stinking of sweat but I didn’t care. I just wanted us to stay like this, clump together.

After a few minutes, we parted and smiled softy at each other. In spite of her weariness, Misa was looking less drained. She was waiting for... something while expectantly looking at me. Her dimples back with her grin enlighten her tired face. I kept smiling, my mind racing to figure out what I should do, what I could do… what I wanted do to. When she thought I wouldn’t do anything, Misa’s smile faded a little and she stared to turn around.

"Misa, wait…" I grabbed her arm and pulled her back against me. I only took a glimpse of her surprised yet eager face before I kissed her.

I grasped her face, pressed her mouth harder against mine. Misa let out a whine, the sound of it had body set afire. I slowly made her step back until she hit the lockers room’s door. She gasped at the contact and put one of her hand in my hair, the other gripping the fabric of the bottom of my shirt. She opened her lips, her taste filled me up entirely and had me moan with want.

Our heated kiss had enlighten all my senses and turned my body into white iron. I felt my hand acting on her own as it went under Misa’s jersey and up her abs. She wimped again, her own hands going under my shirt and touching the skin of my waist. Her soft and full lips were enveloping my mouth, our breathings had become jerky.

Fevered by my desire of her, I led my hand down her stomach to the strap of her shorts. She groaned and froze. "Wow! Nicky wait…" I stopped neat. She took her hands off my back and gently seized my face. "I have to go back" She said, a burning gaze on me. I breathed, trying to tame the flames devouring my insides. I smiled and repeated, "You have to go back". She placed a last kiss on my lips and got off the room.

Right now, Hell Clasico was finishing on a heavenly note.

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cheetahing · 2 days

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Kiss prompt: post canon - dfs has never kissed or been kissed before

fic meme is still open! just added a new meme i'll take requests for as well.

"what, really?" li lianhua says, and di feisheng turns away, shoulders stiff.

"why would i lie?" his voice is hard but li lianhua knows him well enough to see the fine cracks in his mask, to wonder at what's underneath. "i haven't, i don't—" di feisheng's jaw works silently. his ears are tinged red. ah.

li lianhua draws closer, steps around him until he can see di feisheng's face again. he lifts a hand to touch, applies gentle pressure until di feisheng is looking at him. "i'm sorry," he says softly, "i didn't mean to upset you."

"who would i have been kissing," di feisheng says finally, "if not you?" his mouth twists like he wants to take the words back immediately. li lianhua doesn't let him.

"have you thought about it?" he asks, smoothing the collar of di feisheng's robes with his free hand. di feisheng is so still li lianhua isn't entirely sure he's breathing.

"have you?" he says finally, jaw thrust forward like this, too, is a battle. li lianhua puts both hands on his face, fondess bubbling up in his chest, overflowing like a rill swollen with rain. this man.

"sometimes," li lianhua says with his half moon smile, "when i let myself." di feisheng looks like he doesn't quite trust the admission but he's not pulling away. "oh, a'fei," li lianhua says, "it doesn't have to be complicated." that's halfway a lie because everything about them is complicated, but li lianhua is confident in hard won his ability to simplify.

he lifts himself up onto his toes and presses a delicate kiss to di feisheng's lips. "see?" he says.

di feisheng looks at him for a long time, flickers of emotion playing across his face too fast to read. that's okay, li lianhua thinks. after everything, what they have is time.

"that easy?" di feisheng says finally, and li lianhua nods, hands dropping to di feisheng's broad shoulders.

"it's as easy as we make it," he says and di feisheng looks thoughtful.

"all right," he says and, leaning down, kisses li lianhua again.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - TOJI

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Zen’in Chiaki. Sixty-three. Location is in Okinawa, Japan… Reason for kill–tampering of legal documents within the company…

The more I read this shit, it doesn’t make sense to me. A Zen’in being targeted for fucking with documents? I have no fear when it comes to those fuckers, but I don’t think anyone would be reckless enough to get themselves involved with that family.

My time there had me witnessing the most gruesome shit whenever someone tried to interfere with their affairs, so anyone without guts would even try to take them out. Now I’m reading a contract with a sixty-three-year-old woman that’s on their shitlist for tampering?

Something’s not adding up, especially when the woman appears to be from that family.

Zen’in Chiaki? That name doesn’t ring a bell. Don’t remember my old man having any aunts, and all his siblings are men. Could she be a cousin? A wife? I have no fucking clue. But I need a more detailed reason why she’s being targeted to kill because I just don’t go around sniping old ladies for the hell of it.

Is this why Kong was up my ass about taking this contract? Because the person is a Zen’in? Does he think I want to take revenge on those fuckers who abused me and the ones who witnessed it? Maybe if I didn’t have Megumi, I’d find pleasure in this. However, I can’t take that risk and do anything that could possibly fall back on my kid.

Just when I was about to close the folder and call Kong to reject this contract, something in her file grabs my attention.

Target had relations with several members of the Zen'in Family.

“What the fuck…” That’s what this is? They want to kill some broad they all slept with? So she’s definitely someone’s mistress. My guess is she’s not actually from the family and was married into, and probably slept around for money.

Maybe now they’re not giving her what she wants, she went into tampering, they found out, and now they want to wipe her out.

That’s the only thing that makes sense. Some shit Kong got me into, but still–why does he want me to take this?

Pulling out my burner phone from my locked desk draw, I speed dial Kong to get a clear answer. Because at this point, I’m tired of the vague crap.

“Fucking pick up. I know you’re not asleep…” I mutter to myself. Most likely the fucker is up and smoking cigarettes yet the line is still ringing. “You got to me kidd–”

“Oh, fuck yes.” Did this… motherfucker really answer the phone while he’s balls deep in some woman? “Fushiguro–calling so late. Did you miss me?”

“You couldn’t get your dick together before answering the phone?”

He deeply sighs followed with a chuckle. “Can’t have my lover waiting for me.”

“Cut the crap. It’s about the file. Get the girl out the room or go somewhere private you can talk,” I say firmly.

“Ah, so you’ve finally read it. You’re going to take it. Yeah?”

“Why’d you give me this shit? Who’s Chiaki Zen’in?”

I hear him light a cigarette and take a puff. “That’s not my family, Fushiguro. How the hell am I supposed to know?”

“Because you gave this to me! Now I definitely feel like you’re trying to set me up.”

“Fushiguro, get your fucking head out your ass and use your brain for once. What benefit do I get for setting you up?”

I shrug. “Money.”

“Like I don’t have plenty. It actually hurts that you don’t trust me as Megumi’s godfather.” Again with the banter because I know Kong loves messing with me.

“Fuck off.”

“And plus, I value my life. You’re a crazy son of a bitch. I know my place.”

At least he knows.

He continues, “Look—I think you should take the contract. It might help you get the answers you’re looking for. You don’t have to kill the lady, but maybe she knows something about what actually happened to your wife.”

I arched my brow. “And how would she know?”

“That’s why you fucking ask, genius. If Naoya overheard them talk, there’s a possibility she could’ve as well,” he says. “If she was a mistress, then they might’ve talked around her without realizing she’s listening. Take the contract, go find her, and get answers.”

Kong does have a point.

Since that Zen’in fuck insinuated my old man had something to do with my late wife’s death, I’ve been losing sleep to do further digging, and have Kong do the same.

Asking my father or uncle directly won’t do anything because I know they’ll just lie. And quite frankly, if I ever see them again, I’d probably just beat them both to a pulp. So maybe seeing who this Chiaki Zen’in woman is would help me get the answers I need.

The convenience of this contract is that it’s due in three months—around the time I’m flying to Tokyo. What an interesting fucking trip this will be.

“Alright. I’ll take it.”

three weeks later…

“Y/N, where… are… we?”

Alright—when Y/N said to take the day off because we’re going on a date, never did I expect for her to take us to a Formula One track race. Especially to a race that I thought was fucking sold out.

And the craziness thing is—I never mentioned wanting to go, so how did she know?

Is this the fluffy shit they talk about in relationships? Remembering what your partner enjoys to make them happy? Because when it comes to Y/N, I’ll do whatever just to see that pretty smile on her face.

Just don’t expect that to happen to me, though. Simply ‘cuz I’ve never experienced it. But since I made Y/N mine a little over a month ago, she’s gotten me used to certain shit.

Dates. Skin to skin contact in bed. Fucking self care routine that involves this retinol concoction I still don’t understand but visibly see the difference it does to my face.

And to top it off, making videos together where we dress up in coordinating outfits before we go out. All of this shit is foreign to me, yet…it feels damn good.

For the first time in a while, life isn’t too bad. Me and Megs are pretty decent, and now my relationship with Y/N. . . I have nothing to complain about.

“We’re at a Formula One—” Before she got the chance to respond, I crashed my lips against her to show my fucking appreciation. Her stiff nature shows she’s shocked at my sudden kiss, but she immediately relaxes in my embrace and the moment I grip her ass.

Those soft moans always taste the sweetest when we’re out in public, and Y/N must’ve forgot I have a exhibitionism kink.

“I know where we’re at, Y/N.” I look into her eyes, hoping my own conveys how I feel at this moment. With how she’s smiling at me, I’m sure it does.

She’s so fucking pretty. Don’t think I’ll ever get over that.

“Easy, big guy. I see the look in your eyes,” she teases. “We have the whole day together.”

I kiss her cheek before grabbing her hand to walk toward the stadium. “You’re wearing that tiny ass skirt around me and expect me to behave?”

“Toji—I could be wearing a cheese suit and you’d still want to fuck me.”

I throw my head back and chuckle. “Glad you know me, sweets.”

She nods with a smile. “I do.”

“How’d you get these tickets anyways? Tried to get them myself and they fucking sold out in a minute.”

“Your girl has some connections. Meaning, I know a guy.”

I raise a brown in concern. “Hope it’s not any exes.”

“No, baby,” she says through a giggle. “One of my students' older brothers, who I happened to be acquainted with, gave me his tickets.”

“Willingly?”

“You should know how charming I could be, Mr. Fushiguro.”

I shake my head. “Trust me. I know.”

She wraps her arms around mine and leans against me. “I’m excited, TJ. I’ve never been to a Formula One race before.”

“They’re pretty cool. Just here to bet some money, though.”

“Should I be surprised?”

“Nope,” I responded with an exaggerated pop sound.

“Well, I’ll just be the pretty girlfriend who asks a thousand questions.”

Being with Y/N is starting to feel like second nature to me. Her presence is so damn addicting and I know I’ll never grow tired of it.

Almost like if I keep spending time with her, these memories I’ve been having lately will start making sense. The shit is weird, and I don’t believe in anything… but I do believe in Y/N. I believe she’s it for me. And say if we don’t work out. . . Well, I’ll keep trying until we do.

Please, don’t leave me. That voice keeps echoing in my head, and I can’t help but think it’s Y/N.

I won’t, I respond internally.

“. . . Baby, you’re okay?” A soft, concerned voice overlaps my thoughts, reminding me I’m with Y/N.

“Y-Yeah, my bad, sweets.”

“You’ve been doing a lot of zoning out lately,” she says, brows slightly dipping. “You sure everything’s okay?”

“Positive,” I lied, not wanting her to worry.

She looks like she doesn’t believe me, but decides to drop it, which I’m grateful for. “Okay,” she replies with a soft smile.

Eventually we found our seats just before the race and I find myself itching to place bets with the fuckers around me. Never can pass up an opportunity to make extra cash.

“. . . it’s round one of the Formula One season of . . .” The commentator blares throughout the stadium with intros of each racer and all the other shit they say before the race begins.

Courtesy of whoever this person gave Y/N the tickets, our seats are pretty damn good. But, of course, the best view of the stadium is my girl sitting next to me.

The best view of the stadium is my girl sitting next to me. Wow, how fucking corny did that sound? I’ve been turning into an all time sap ever since I’ve seen Y/N for the first time. It’s not like I give a damn.

Told myself I want to be better for her because quite frankly, a fucker like me doesn’t deserve a girl like Y/N. And it’s not like I’m trying to convince myself of it either, but I’m known to be the Zen’in fuck up. The unlovable child. The accident. . .

Why don’t you understand that I love you?

Every time I even think for a second about all the fucked up shit my old man said to me, that familiar voice pops up in my mind.

However, I didn’t get a chance to think about it any longer.

Y/N’s plush lips were on mine, rewarding me with a kiss that brought me back to reality and rushed arousal to my cock. But still…it managed to be soft…longing…reassuring. . . The kiss put words in my mouth that felt weird for me to say.

It’s like she knew I was thinking about some shit that had me internally spiraling, though, rather than asking, she gave me a kiss that dispel any negative thoughts lingering inside of me.

“Hi, big guy.” Her voice is filled with tenderness, barely above a whisper when she looks at me with those eyes that say it’s okay.

Something I probably need to hear.

“So, how much do you usually bet on these games?” she asked, changing the topic from where my mind was.

“Depends, but Formula One races are usually filled with rich fuckers, so I bid higher.”

“. . . And this is the track we’re racing on today—fifty-eight laps. Three point two-eight miles per lap. . .”

Thirty minutes later, and the race starts. But honestly, I barely gave a damn about the race or betting since I was more invested in listening to Y/N’s commentary.

If it wasn’t her being concerned about the drivers crashing into the mountain of tires, it was her telling me how hot I’d look in the driver’s gear.

Her words. Not mine.

Whenever I was into the race, yelling at the track like a maniac because I eventually placed bets, she was right there with me—shouting like she placed bets.

Where I was serious, she took it as race shit talking.

Couldn’t believe this, but I was actually having… fun.

Fun.

Fuck, that’s another word that feels weird to say.

It’s the truth, though. And it’s all because of Y/N.

Kind of wish the kid was here with us, but I haven’t grown balls big enough to tell him I’m with his reading teacher. Seeing how my mood is with her, if I had him here, too, I knew I would be the cheesiest motherfucker in the world.

“Toji, be honest,” she starts, dragging me from my thoughts. “Do you actually ever win your bets?”

“Fuck no.” And something about my answer had Y/N bursting into a fit of laughter. “Damn, didn’t know me losing money was that funny to you.” I acted like I was offended, but she knows I wasn’t.

“Because the driver we're rooting for is losing, baby.”

I shrugged. “Nothing wrong with an underdog.”

“It is when you’re not profiting off the underdog in question,” she argues.

“Fair point.”

She sighs before standing up. “All this yelling has me needing the restroom, and I’m hungry. I’ll be right back.” She gets up, purposely stopping to where her ass levels with my face, and I know the exact shit she’s trying to pull.

“Okay, Y/N,” I simply say.

She giggles. “You want anything, babe?”

I shook my head, but pulled out cash to give to Y/N before slapping her ass, earning a yelp and pervert, from her while watching her walk away.

Definitely fucking her when we get back home.

This day couldn’t get any better. From the bullshit at work to this contract Kong finally got me to sign weeks ago, I didn’t realize how much I needed a day of me and Y/N.

Seeing how our conversations have been lately, she probably knew something was up with me, which technically, there is.

Just haven’t had the chance to tell her.

Don’t know if I will.

I mean, how exactly do I fucking bring up my family possibly had something to do with my wife’s death, and I’m taking a contract to find out more? Not happening.

Can’t have her thinking I’m full of shit and been lying to her the entire time. Can’t risk Y/N freaking out and potentially calling the cops. Can’t risk…

Losing her.

It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let that happen. Yeah, I talk down on myself and say how much I don’t deserve Y/N. But I’m a selfish son of a bitch.

Even when I know I shouldn’t have something (or in this case, someone) I’ll take it anyway. That’s just who I am.

A buzzing sound in my pocket gets on my fucking nerves and several missed calls and text messages from Kong.

And besides, I didn’t feel the damn vibration until now.

“What the…”

Here’s here. Here’s here.

I waste no time speed dialing Kong and maneuvering out the crowd to somewhere I can what the fuck is he talking about.

“Finally—”

“Speak,” I cut him off after he answered the phone. “Now.”

“I’m at the bar near the condo I’m renting and some geezer comes up to me and tells me to give you his regards,” Kong explains. “I’m wondering who the fuck is he. Then, I realized he reminds me of someone. You, Fushiguro.”

This has to be some kind of sick twisted joke.

The kind I don’t find fucking funny.

Twenty years. I have seen that bastard in over twenty years, and somehow he reappears in the city I came to start a new life in. Of all places.

The first person that comes to mind is that Zen’in brat that was adamant about having to do shit when that family, and now all of a sudden my old man is fucking here. That little shit is his eyes. I knew I couldn’t trust that motherfucker for a reason.

Pissed isn’t even the word to describe how I feel. I’m furious. My blood burns with rage and at this moment, if anyone even looks at me wrong, I’ll bash their face in picturing my old man.

You unlovable child.

Your mother should’ve aborted you.

Go in the street and die. Like I care.

You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re—

“Fushiguro!” Kong yells. “Are you fucking listening?”

No.

And it’s not like I can right now.

“Text me what you said. I have to go.” I hang up and throw my phone back in my pocket. I need to go. Now. I need to find—

“Y/N.”

Shit, my head was so far up my ass, I forgot she went to the bathroom and concession stand.

I peek over to find our empty seats, leaving me to believe Y/N hasn’t come back yet. So my next move was to rush near the restrooms, asking different women who’s coming out did they see a beautiful, dark skin woman with the additional description I gave them.

Some answered no, and others were too busy ogling like I would a fuck about their attention.

The concession stands were next, and it’s not helping that there’s damn near hundreds of them on this floor alone.

I know Y/N is fine. Probably just waiting in line to buy food. It’s just… I can’t be here right now. My lungs have grown tighter and it’s been harder to breathe since Kong told me about my old man being here.

I’m forty-two. It’s been a little over two decades. Shouldn’t be triggered by this shit anymore. I’ve forgotten. I don’t care. But that little weak boy inside of me is dripping out and reminding me that I’m still… not okay.

Maybe ‘cuz I’m worried about everything going good in my life now turning to complete shit the minute a Zen’in shows up around me. Specifically those two drunk fucks—my old man and his brother.

Y/N, where are you?

I’ve passed at least six concession stands already and still haven’t found her. Dammit, she probably got lost. I know this is her first time at a Formula One race, so she—

Don’t fuck with me.

Anger blurs my vision when I look across to see Y/N and my fucking old man—talking. Talking like they’re old friends.

My strides are long and hard while pushing through the crowd, not caring about the glares, scoffs, or complaints from the people I’m pushing out my way. All I care about is getting to Y/N and getting her the hell away from my old man.

As I close in on them, I’m able to hear their conversation.

“Are you single by chance? I have a son that you would be fantastic with,” he says.

She nervously giggles, but not in the way she usually does… she’s uncomfortable. “Oh, uhm, no. I have a boyfriend—”

“Y/N!” I shout, causing her to turn around and look at me. The moment we lock eyes, relief floods her expression, confirming my observation of her being uncomfortable.

“Toji—” I pull her behind me to level with my father and grab him by his suit collar.

Of course he’s the same coward as before because the moment I snatched him up, three fuckers dressed in black ran toward us to protect him, but he held his hand up to stop them in their tracks.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked through gritted teeth. I’m itching to kill him, and had it not been for us being in public or Y/N, no questions would’ve been asked.

“My dear son. Is this how you greet your father after twenty years?” The mockery and condescending tone is his voice makes me want to rip out his fucking throat. “Also, I see you lack manners as usual. Did you not see me talking to this beautiful young woman?”

“You have shit to talk about with her.”

His brows raised in realization. “Overprotective over a woman? Is this your significant partner?”

“Y–”

“No,” I answered, cutting her off and instantly regretting it. I don’t need to look at Y/N to know confusion fills her face. “Answer my fucking question.”

“Just making friendly conversation, is all. Am I not allowed to do that?”

“I-”

“Fushiguro,” Y/N interrupts. She catches me off guard by using my last name, but I guess it’s only fair since I denied she was my girlfriend. “Let’s go.”

The silent plea in her eyes makes me wish I never allowed this piece shit to pull a reaction out of me. ‘Cuz by the looks of it, Y/N is scared… and it’s all because of me.

You’re worthless. Don’t ever come near this estate again.

These damn thoughts in my head will do everything in their power to skin me alive. I’ll just ignore them… like I always do.

Last thing I want, which she probably already does now, is to regret being mine. So I took her hand, ignored that fucker and his condescending voice, and rushed through the crowd again to get the hell out of here.

“Toji,” Y/N calls me, sounding worried. “Toji, wait. Was that your—”

“Old man.”

My fucking old man.

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At The Party

Starring: König & Fem!Reader

Warnings: public sex, teasing, unprotected p in v. remember, there are no consequences in fanfics.

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You are sitting on könig's lap in the middle of a party. You are laughing with your friends and moving around a lot.

You feel könig hands squeezing you tighter. König comes up to your ear and whispers, "Scheiße... Schatz..., if you keep moving like that, everyone will see the effect you are having on me."

"And would you mind?" You ask with a smile.

"No, but considering what you're doing to me, you'll suffer the consequences later, Mein Liebe..” he answered you. You grinned, wiggling your hips one more time just to tease him.

König groans, feeling the sudden movement of your hips against his aching erection. He clenches his jaw tightly and bites back a curse, trying to control himself while maintaining eye contact with you. "Dammit, Y/N! Stop it!" *he growled between gritted teeth. "I swear I won't be able to hold myself back much longer." He warned you seriously, his voice low and gravelly, barely containing his desire for you. "If you don't stop teasing me now, I'm going to take matters into my own hands right here in front of everyone." He glanced around nervously, making sure no one was paying too close attention to your antics and his reaction to them.

"You mean you're gonna fuck me in front of your friends?" You asked. König's breath hitched at your words, his heart pounding in his chest. The thought of taking you right there, in public, was both terrifying and exhilarating. He could feel his resolve wavering, his self-control slipping away.

"Yes... That's exactly what I mean," he admitted, his voice husky with desire. "And if that doesn't get their attention, nothing will." His grip tightened on your hips, pulling you closer against his hard length. He could feel his patience wearing thin, his restraint dwindling. You smirked and started moving your hips again, kind of wanting him to fuck you right here.

König let out a low groan, his arousal growing even more intense at your bold request. He knew this was dangerous, but he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With one final glance around the room, making sure no one was paying too close attention, he pushed into you with force, driving deep and filling you up completely.

As he began to thrust into you relentlessly, his cock slamming against your clenched pussy, he looked around at the other patrons, watching them watch him take control of your body so openly. "I want everyone to see just how much I own you," he growled between bites of your neck. "And I want them to know that they can't have even a piece of this."

You moaned loudly as he filled you up, feeling his massive member pulsing inside of you. Your body quivered with pleasure and anticipation as he continued to move inside of you, grinding against your walls. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, drawing attention to your intimate moment together. Despite the risk involved, there was something thrilling about being so exposed in front of everyone. König felt Y/N's body tremble beneath him as he pounded into her wet pussy relentlessly. The noise of their passionate coupling reverberated through the empty room, causing some of the other mercs to look over curiously or even openly stare at them while they worked. "Ah... fuck!" He growled between thrusts, "I can't believe I'm doing this right here in front of everyone." But despite the risks involved, König knew that he couldn't resist taking Y/N like this – she was too irresistible for him to hold back any longer. "Open your legs wider for me," he ordered gruffly between bites of her neck, "Let me fill every last inch of your tight pussy with my cock."

Feeling König’s hardness pulsate within her, Y/N moaned out loud as her walls clenched around him. Her heart raced as she looked up into his piercing blue eyes, feeling a sense of thrill and danger that only added to the pleasure. "Oh god... yes! Harder..." she begged breathlessly, spreading her legs further apart to accommodate him better. He heard your pleas and responded by driving himself even deeper into you, filling every last bit of space within your tight entrance with his throbbing cock. The intensity of the moment caused his pupils to dilate further, making his gaze even more intimidating as he watched you closely while he continued to pound into you relentlessly. "You want me to fuck you hard? Then this is how I'll do it," he growled menacingly between labored breaths, "I won't hold back." König's voice dripped with dominance and desire as he showed no sign of slowing down or stopping anytime soon.

Your moans grew louder and more desperate as König's words filled you with a mix of fear and arousal. You couldn't help but feel both overwhelmed and grateful for his rough treatment of your sensitive areas. The combination of pain and pleasure sent shivers down your spine, causing your entire body to tremble involuntarily. "Yes... please... fuck me harder..." you whispered between gasps of air, barely able to form coherent sentences due to the immense pleasure coursing through your veins.

With a low growl, König continued his relentless assault on your pussy, thrusting into you with raw, primal force. His powerful hips smacked against yours, creating a lewd slapping sound that echoed through the room. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure rippling through your body, making your legs quiver uncontrollably. Your tight walls clenched around his cock, trying to milk his length despite the overwhelming sensations.

"You're such a good girl..." he grunted out, his voice laced with lust and satisfaction. His large hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your moans grew louder, your breath hitching in your throat as pleasure coursed through your veins. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of another orgasm, your body trembling with anticipation.

König felt a surge of arousal flood his system, his erection pulsing with desire as he watched you writhe in pleasure. He knew how close you were to climaxing, and it only fueled his own desire to take you there. With a feral snarl, he increased the intensity of his movements even further, driving himself deep into your slick pussy with brutal force.

As he pounded into you mercilessly, his balls slapped against your thighs with each powerful thrust, leaving a trail of sweat and precum behind them. The sight of your exposed flesh writhing beneath his hips was enough to send him over the edge – but not before he brought you to the brink first. König could hear your cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the room, your voice filling the air with a primal chorus that sent shivers down his spine. Your tight pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for everything he was worth as your body convulsed in the throes of orgasm.

His own release hit him like a freight train, his cock twitching violently as hot spurts of cum erupted from its tip, painting the insides of your womb with each pulse. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place as he rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

As he came, König felt himself being pulled into an abyss of pleasure, feeling completely consumed by the intensity of the moment. The sound of your moans filled his ears, driving him deeper into his climax.

He let out a loud groan, his voice muffled by the mask covering his face, as he released a final burst of cum deep within your wet pussy. His body trembled, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having brought you to such a state of bliss. You collapsed into his arms, your eyes closed, and your mouth was slightly open.

König held you close, his heart pounding against his chest as he waited for your breathing to steady. He could feel the warmth of your body against his, the softness of your skin under his hands. It was a moment of tranquility amidst the storm of passion they'd just experienced.

Slowly, he began to stroke your hair, whispering words of comfort that were barely audible over the sound of their shared breaths. His mind raced, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling within him - pride, possessiveness, protectiveness... and something else, something softer, gentler.

And, of course, you were both thrown out minutes later. -_-

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