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moonpedri · 2 years ago

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summary: though it was spontaneous, you decide to tag along to ibiza when your best friend and her boyfriend invite you. the only problem was his little brother, barcelona's number 8, pedri, and his red swim shorts.

pairing: pedri x reader

genre: fluff, smut (suggestive)

warnings: making out, petting, swearing, pedri is a little shit

word count: 3.2k+

a/n: i orginally had this planned as a little imagine. if you've read honey, you may remember a beach scene being mentioned very briefly. and since i recently got a similar request, i fleshed everything a little more out and birthed out this big baby lmao. hope you enjoy!!🤍

PS: while proof-reading i noticed that i completely messed up the timelines, this fic actually happens before honey and not after, but oh well. 😭 this is super annoying but i liked the way this fic turned out so deal with it pls 🥺i may turn this into a little ibiza trip series with multiple parts and other places!!

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It is the middle of summer and the sun was blazing unforgivingly over you that not even your sunshade could help you escape from the heat.

You look at your friends over the rim of your sunglasses, as some of them currently play around in the water. The radio stations all reported well above average numbers for the coming weeks and so naturally your friends would want to go on vacation somewhere near the beach.

Originally you had nothing special planned for the summer, but since your best friend Sofía is dating Fernando González, who just happens to be the older brother of Pedri González, Barcelona's young star-midfielder, you somehow happened to get dragged along to Ibiza.

This wasn't a rare occasion, because ever since Sofía started dating Fernando, you ended up with this whole new lifestyle consisting of football matches, special events, galas and travel.

And with FC Barcelona winning LaLiga and the season ending, all the players want to make the most off their freetime.

"Fer wants to book the tickets, __, you're coming with, right?", Sofía asked you last week. It was super spontaneous and honestly you were a bit annoyed that you got asked so late, giving you no time to prepare or clear your schedule (not that you had much written on it anyways lol)

But you would also lie if the idea of going to Ibiza didn't excite you. You always wanted to go to the infamous "party" island, but it was a costy dream - one you couldn't afford. Well, until now.

So you agreed and found yourself only 5 days later at your dream destination. One of the perks of having a friend like Sofía is that with trips like these, you didn't have to pay a cent. As a close friend, the whole thing basically got financed for you. Only shopping expenses and maybe food you had to cover yourself - of course.

The single downside of it all was the fiancier of it all himself: Pedri.

Ironic, right?

But there was no way you couldn't feel that way towards him. He is simply infuriating. When the two of you were introduced to each other over dinner at their home, Pedri wasted no time trying to subtly smooth his way into your pants.

It was almost unnoticeable to be honest and you know no one paid attention, but you did. You noticed how his arm brushed your shoulder, how his hand grabbed your waist when he wanted to move past you and his hips grazed your ass. It seemed like his eyes were glued to your cleavage and somehow no one took notice.

In his defense though, you weren't a saint either. Where he pulled, you just let yourself get tugged along. When he moved past, you purposely arched your back; just to test the waters and pushed out your chest to maybe rile him up a bit; you don't know really.

There was something entertaining about an attractive guy like Pedri showing his interest for you so blatantly and pursuing you in such a secretive way.

Yet for all it's worth, you never went further than touching and looking, sneaking a kiss here and there. It's clear what type of guy Pedri is, if all the buzz around his rather promiscuous love life, filled with influencers and models, is any indication.

You heard what people said, what the articles reported. Pedri is young, rich and successful, he would be a fool to immediately pursue a serious relationship at that stage in his life. He liked to enjoy life, be wild in his early 20s and keep the monogamy for later.

And it's not like you could blame him, honestly. You're sure that if your roles were switched, you would enjoy his lifestyle too to an extent. You are you though.

And you wanted something serious, someone to treat you with respect and loyalty. Surely, Pedri saw you more as a way of passing time, just having his fun with you. But you had enough self-respect to not give in to his troublsome ways.

Also, you barely had the nerves to put up with all that.

That's what you liked to tell yourself at least.

With a sigh you turn your head to where Sofía suddenly sits up. You're about to close your eyes again, ready to fall under the sun's mercy, when you hear your best friend scoff next to you.

You bring your sunglasses up and follow her sight. "Can you fucking believe that?", she says agitated.

A loud giggle errupts and you watch as two girls talk animatedly with both Fernando and Pedri.

The brunette one subtly scratches over Fernando's arm, as she seems to listen intently to whatever he's saying. Fer doesn't really engage her, keeps his visible distance, though Sofía doesn't seem to care. Her eyes shoot daggers in their direction.

What bothers you though was the blonde one clinging like a koala onto Pedri. She seems so....you can't find the word but it irritates you. And he did absolutely nothing about it, actually rather enjoying it. Not that he shouldn't of course, but he could keep his distance as well. Also, you didn't want to have to deal with two horny people during your vacation (one you didn't pay for but you get the gist), and an angry best friend, if they were to stay.

It also doesn't help that Pedri looks the way he does. Absolutely gorgeous.

You never thought to be admitting to this but he almost looks like sex-on-legs in those red swim shorts of his. The sun burned his skin in the most beautiful way possible, accentuating his natural blush and his slim but toned body. It's been nothing but torture the entire day.

The two of you watch them for another minute, none of the brothers noticing any of your hard stares, when Sofía stands up determined. "If he wants to play, I'll play."

When she notices your indifferent state, she looks at you expectantly.

"What?", you ask.

"Come on, I can't do this alone."

Reluctant you get up as well and shake non-existent sand off your legs. "I don't know Sof...Fer doesn't really seem too into it."

She cocks an eyebrow and the expression on her face says enough for you to not press any further.

"Yeah, yeah alright.", you say. You don't know what plan she has in mind exactly but you follow her anyway. You get increasingly confused when she proceeds to take her bag and go to the changing rooms. She closes the door behind you and rummages in her bag and only when she pulls something out, you realize the absolute stupid plan she has.

No, you don't think even scriptwriters could come up with such silly ideas.

"I cannot believe you."

In her hands are, what you believe to be, the flimsiest bikini pieces you have ever seen.

"I always pack a pair or two for emergencies.", she says and gives you a pair. A red brazilian bikini, the ones with high-cut strings. "And as you can see, this is an emergency."

You hold the garments up. "I thought Fer doesn't like you wearing those, why did you pack them for emergencies?", you ask confused.

Fernando is a sweetheart. You really think there could have been no one more perfect for your best friend than him. He's not controlling, always puts her first and you genuinely believe that he always has her best interests in mind. Fer is not the type to forbid Sofía anything, especially not in regards of clothes. He let's her wear whatever she wants, no matter how short or ridiculous it looks. However, for some reason, he has often voiced his strong dislike towards those brazilian bikini bottoms that recently started trending.

It didn't bother Sofía at all, she didn't really wear them often anyways. But you guess she never got rid of them either.

"Precisely that's why. Also, they tan better.", she says as she takes out a white pair for herself. You don't think she really understood your question and you make a point to ask her later. For now though, you have another problem at hand.

"Ok ok, so you try to rile him up one way or the other. I get it. But why do I have to wear one as well?"

Sofía looks at you like it's so obvious and you're dumb for even asking, "Because there's two of those skanks? We can drive one off, but as long as the other stays, none of them will leave."

Your brows shoot up and you groan frustrated at what this means. "Oh come on, Pedri is not that bad.", Sofía reasons.

If only she knew, you thought. You want to protest but you think back to the blonde girl that threw herself onto Pedri and something bad bubbles up in your stomach.

With new determination you two change and make your way back to the beach. Sofía looks gorgeous in the bikini and for all it's flimsiness you think it suits you pretty good as well. Okay, who are you kidding. It looks fucking sexy on you, hugging you in all the right spots and making your ass look extra perky.

And you know you're not the only one who thinks so, as you feel the eyes of several men and women alike on both of you.

It gets even more apparent when two certain brothers look your way. Comically enough, the two girls shamelessly joined them on your sunbeds. By now your other friends joined as well and Sofía walks in front of you to where the others are; pointedly ignoring Fernando's presence.

You aren't as strong-willed though and can't help but sneak a look at Pedri. He already looks back at you, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes scan your entire body.

You immediately turn your head back, feeling your cheeks heat up stupidly enough, despite the weather, and sit next to Miguel.

"Ohh, what's the occasion?", Samuel whistles when you two settle down.

Sofía shrugs and you feel uncomfortable with all eyes on you. It becomes worse when the conversations stop as well suddenly and Fer stands up. "Why did you change?"

"Felt like it. Also we can tan better now.", Sofía says indifferent.

He frowns, "But you looked pretty before." Bless his heart you think.

Sofía ignores him, and you think she's going a bit too far but it's not your relationship to intervene. "Samuel can you help put sunscreen on my back, I can't quite reach it."

The flabbergasted look on Fernando's face was both priceless and heartbreaking to see and you slowly begin feeling bad.

"What?"

"Sure."

Both answer at the same time and you grimace at the awkwardness. Fer goes and grabs the bottle out of her hands, the pretty brunette completely forgotten already. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I don't know what you mean."

He turns to the rest of you with an apologetic but upset expression, "Will you excuse us for a moment?"

He proceeds to take Sofía to a more quiet place on the beach. You see them argue in the distance but ultimately decide that for now it's not your business anymore.

Samuel and Loréna already went back into the water, Pedri is occupied with the two girls and only Miguel was with you.

The sun hasn't gotten any less warm and now that you wore this criminal bikini, you could at least put it to good use, right? So you take the sunscreen and hold it out to Miguel. "Can you?", you say pointing to your back.

It takes him a moment to understand what you mean, but when he does, he nods and reaches out but someone else happens to be faster than him. "Let me do it."

You look into Pedri's honey eyes.

Next to you, the blonde girl scoffs and regards you with an angry face. Miguel leaves as well and you want to say something to stop him, begging him not to leave you alone, but Pedri beats you to it. "Turn around and lay down." His voice is firm and it unwillingly sends shivers down your spine.

And for some reason you listen.

Your stomach retracts slightly when your belly touches the cold sunbed. But you forget everything the moment the cool sunscreen touches your skin and Pedri begins spreading it.

It's too sensual for your liking and he's gentler than you thought. Pedri goes all the way up to your neck, massaging the spot thoroughly and when he slowly goes down, his hands reach under your bikini top. Embarrassingly enough, pleasure fills your lower stomach.

Yet, you don't know what overcomes you, but attraction makes you do stupid things, so you simply reach behind your back and open the knot. "It'll be easier.", you explain with a small voice.

You get an answer in the form of his hands, when Pedri touches the exact spot and slowly glides his hands to your sides. His index fingers barely graze the sides of your boobs and goosebumps erupt all over your body.

If Pedri notices, he doesn't say anything.

Instead he just continues spreading the cream all the way to your lower back, his fingers once again invading places he shouldn't, much to your own excitement though.

It's quiet the entire time, you barely register Miguel talking with the two abandoned girls and going away with them. Light chatter and laughs, the splashing of water and the moist sound of Pedri spreading the sunscreen are the only audible things around you.

But you should know by now that it's only a matter of time before Pedri decides to ruin peaceful moments.

"Need me to put some on your ass as well?"

Shameless is the only word good enough to describe the football player. "In your dreams maybe.", you say and turn your head to watch him through your glasses.

His eyes are glued to your backside, "Oh if only you knew, princess."

You bind your bikini top back together and sit up, "You're stupid, González."

"For you, yeah."

You resist the urge to punch him and ignore the fact that it affects you more than what is condemned good. "Will you stop?"

"Why, do I make you nervous?"

You cross your arms over your chest, his eyes immediately zoning in on the movement. You (un)consciously press them together tighter, for no particular reason.

"No."

"Really?", he extends the 'e' sound and leans forward. Not expecting him to, you automatically fall back. He grabs the edge of the sunshade and pulls it down until it completely hides the two of you.

"What are you doing, they'll see us!"

Pedri chuckles and you can't help but peak at his pink lips, only inches away from yours now. "That's what you're worried about?"

"What else?" You think maybe the heat has gotten to your head, but really it's just Pedri's presence on top of you.

You see the way Pedri's mouth opens, ready to continue the banter but with his entire body pressed into yours, his natural scent mixed with the sea, his honey eyes boring into yours and exploring your entire face and his hands itching on your hips, you do the only thing possible in this situation.

You grab his neck and smash your lips against his.

He responds immediately, reciprocating the kiss. You hate how good it feels and despite how confusing it is with him, no moment has ever been clearer than right now.

A whine leaves your mouth when Pedri presses his hips into yours, the pleasure inmessurable. It's an indecent thing to do at a public beach (even though this is a private part of the beach Pedri specifically rented for the vacation) so he pulls back but right now you can't care at all.

All rationality leaves your body when you grab his red shorts by the hem and pull him back. You cling your legs around his back thighs and butt.

"Woah there, sugar, slow down.", he laughs, while caringly pushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.

Honestly, you would be flustered in any other moment but this. You can't think straight, the need to have him currently overweighting any other feeling.

His left hand slides from your waist to your ass, massaging the flesh. His other hand is clasped around your jaw, keeping your lips firm against ist.

You lose yourselves in the moment, Pedri's left hand close to where you need it the most. It's embarrassing how easy his fingers manage to slip under your bikini. And when he touches your clitoris, you're on cloud nine.

Your hands wander down to his beautiful red shorts and waist no time to wrap around his dick.

He groans into the kiss, "Fuck."

You begin moving your hand up and down and that's when all the weight on top of you suddenly disappears. "Shit, I hate to be the one, but we-"

"Yeah, I know.", you immediately cut him off and organize yourself a bit. Your head spins a bit, everything going too fast for you. Your body and mind haven't completely sobered up yet, and it stings a bit to be turned down like this. It's also confusing. But he's right.

Pedri seems to read you well enough by now, when he says, "It's not because I don't want to."

You hold up your hand, not ready for any kind of rejection, "I'm not dumb, Pedri. This is the fucking beach." Yet you wonder if he would have gone further if it was the pretty blonde and not you.

He goes through his hair and laughs, "Not because of that. My brother is coming and I don't think now is the time to explain ourselves, is it?"

You immediately spin around and indeed, Fernando and Sofía are walking in your direction; hand-in-hand, you might add. Luckily they seem too focused on one another and their ice cream to notice you and Pedri.

When you turn back, Pedri winks at you. "I'll choose a more private place next time."

You scoff, "There will be no next time."

He rubs his chin thoughfully and looks at you in an actingly confused way, "The way you were going at it, I could have sworn you were down for another- Ow!"

You hit Pedri angrily, the redness on your face surely visible, "Don't ever mention that again."

"And what if I do?", he smirks cockily.

"Pedri!"

"__!", he imitates in a high voice and this time you can't help but laugh. You roll your eyes playfully and shove him away. It gets increasingly hard to not crush on him. Maybe you already do.

The sunshade moves then and Fer and Sofía hop next to you two.

"Nice to see that you two love birds made up, I was beginning to worry.", you comment and Sofía lovingly puts her head on Fer's shoulder.

You four chat around a bit more, when Fernando suddenly chuckles and points at you and Pedri. Confused, you both look at him.

"You two look more like a couple than we do. Did you notice that you're matching?"

You did, in fact, not notice. And neither it seems, did Pedri.

You make a gaggig noise then and shoot up, "Whatever, I am going to change."

Pedri follows close behind, "Want me to help?"

"Shut up!"

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euphoricimagination · 1 year ago

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Growing up in a neighborhood in which you were the only girl meant many things, one of them being your passion for soccer; playing with your neighbors after school was a normal thing, so your passion for the sport was natural.

That's also how you met Ego Jimpaichi, a college student at the time who was just starting his pro player career. Being passionate about the sport himself, he decided to "train" your group of friends so you can become better players.

You're now 16 when you received a call from the man himself. He didn't give you many details about it, just asked if you could meet him and his assistant to talk about one of his projects, Blue Lock. You weren't sure at first, you haven't seen him in years after all, but curiosity won you over.

“Ah, you must be Yn-kun, welcome, welcome” a woman with short hair greet you as you enter “I'm Anri Tejero, I work with Ego-san”

“Hi, nice to meet you”

“Same here, please follow me, I'll take you to Ego-san” she began walking towards a room nearby with you right behind. She opens the door and let you in, closing it as soon as you enter

“Yn-chan, long time no see” Ego looks at you while fixing his glasses

“Yes, long time indeed Ego-san”

“Let me go straight to the point” he stands up, turning one of his many monitors towards you “I'm the creator of the Blue Lock Project, which aims to bloom the best striker the world could imagine. For that we'll be inviting prodigious Japanese football players, so they can follow a strict personally-designed training regimen. And I want you to join” he tells you with a determination that only he could have for such an ambitious project

“Eh? You want me to join? With a bunch of highschool boys?”

“Well, it'll be just for the first stages, I want to have someone that can push these diamonds in the rough and have an informant on my side”

“You…do realize I'm a girl, right? How am I supposed to join this?” you asked, confused

“You will need to cut your hair and wear some binders” he explains like it's normal “I understand it's a lot to ask, especially considering you will not be able to become the best striker in the world. However, you'll get paid to do this, a hefty amount of money, and of course, you'll get to play soccer with the best kids your age. It's up to you to accept these conditions” he stretches his hand so you could shake it as the money that you'll be getting appears behind him, lots of zeros on it.

And that was enough to consider the option. Sure, you'll have to pretend to be a boy and find ways to hide your body for shower time, but it couldn't be that bad, right? After all, you'll be receiving money for just playing soccer for a few weeks, maybe even days. How bad could it be?

"...Fine, I'll do it" you scoff, shaking his hand. A big smirk appears on his face, in excitement for the project to begin.

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Part 2 - Masterlist

Would anyone want this? It has been on my mind since forever now ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

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fatteningmenstories2 · 5 months ago

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Benched - Complete story

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Devon had it all, the looks, the body and the skill, he was everywhere. Walking down a typical street in London would result in seeing him on buses, billboards and sports campaigns. Coming back from a 10k jog, instead of feeling exhausted like others would, Devon simply went to practice with a protein shake in one hand and the latest iPhone in the other, this tedious life proved to be successful. At only 24, Devon was on top of the world playing the main striker on one of the world's biggest football teams and he had the body that went with it. His face mimicked that of a Greek god's: two large cheekbones that gave him a square-cut face which framed his stunning hazel eyes . His strong jawline led down to two large pecs both firm with muscle, that protruded over rock-hard abs, he made sure he was smooth all over with hardly any body hair anywhere - it's what his manager wanted to make sure his football team logo tattooed on his right pec was never covered, he didn’t care, besides it made sure that world see even more of his 76 kg body. He had the arms of a bodybuilder, both filled with hard muscle, and his legs were sturdy and supported his firm bubble butt . All of this came together to what some would say was the perfect male body - and he ate up all the admiration he got. At practice he was always first to finish running lapping his teammates, and still not losing any breath, with barely a sweat drop on him he moved unto his favourite training exercise. Scoring. Up and down he had the mind of a mastermind, with his excellent foot coordination every goal he aimed for, he got. Devon finished off by chugging another protein shake and hitting the gym to maintain his 3% body fat which was hard to maintain but he took to the challenge, every other day was either leg day or arm day and you would never see him complain. However, after a long day of pushing his body to the limits he came home not to one filled with warmth and energy but to one filled with with emptiness. When he told his manager he was gay he was forced to promise to never be seen out in public with anyone except the hottest new fresh social media influencer bird. All of this shallowness led to an empty house and a lonely Devon.

“You want me to do what “

“Just make sure he isn’t appearing on any more sports health covers any time soon”

Ajay was surprised at what he was being told to do, when clubbing in Soho he had been approached by a group of men who needed to talk to him urgently in private.

“ Wait so let me get this straight you want me to fatten up England’s Star footballer “

“It’s more complicated than that, see Devon may be the face of England football now, but we have more lucrative players who just need their moment to shine”,

Taken back on what he was being told to do, Ajay was still processing what was going on

“Look, all we need you to do is to buddy up with Mr All-Star and encourage him to let go for a while, besides we will pay for an all the food you need, this debit card is linked to a bottomless well and its yours to keep as long as you keep up your side of the bargain “

Gulping, Ajay reached for the card, it dawned on him what really was on offer here, all his debts paid in a heartbeat - moving to the Uk was not cheap after all, and all he had to to do was fatten up one cocky headed footballer.

“I’ll do it “

What a game, Devon was coming off a high that he could never have imagined, kicking the season off to a 5-0 win was the boost he needed - the tens thousands of fans shouting his name didn’t help either. Breaking from the field, he was practically carried up by his teammates into the changing rooms , where he was stripped down and they took the pleasure in celebrating him with slaps on the arse and towel whips.Devon loved the attention, with his hot Boyd on display he couldn’t get enough of all the homoerotic celebrations . Getting ready to leave Devon always made sure to wear the most revealing and tight clothes, his tight leather pants and jacket left nothing to the imagination, every tight bump of his body was hugged, form his protruding bubble butt to his perky pecs. However from this epic high he quickly remembered that he was going to have to go home to another cold and lonely night his mood quickly dampened. Chad - who just so happened to be out in Soho the other night, took heed of what he was seeing

“Oi Devon, wipe that pitifully mug off your face and cone to the after party “, the team jeered at this

“ You know I can’t, this body doesn’t take care of itself “

“ Just this once - come one live a little “.

Devon decided there was no need to fight this sure what could one more night of meaningless sex with the fittest broad in the club do

“ alright, alright “

And as they walked out of the changing room, Devon unfortunately dint see the the devious grin that had appeared on Chads face

As the team entered the nightclub, the entire club suddenly turned into a frenzy, rushing up to them with autographs, Devon ate all this up but he wasn’t looking forward to the end of the night. When the clatter of people had finally calmed down and his teammates dispersed, Devon went to the bar, ordering just the correct amount of alcohol to keep him lucid, he had to be careful ,coming from a long line of beer-bellied fathers each one fatter than the next he was well aware the fat gene laid dormant in his genes. As he scanned through the crowd to see which girl would be lucky to go home with him and end up in the tabloids for a good week or two, his eyes ended up on a slender man dancing on the dance-floor, he looked like everything his manager discouraged him from, and yet Devon felt his dick stirring. His brown chocolate skin contrasted with the blonde highlights in his hair, his piercings were numerous and his tattoos were definitely a mistake, his slender frame was on display for the entire club to see in his tight crop top. As Devons kept staring, and wondering why he was so drawn to this man, he made the mistake of making eye contact with this mysterious man, who was now startingto approach him. As Devon soon realised what was about to happen, the thought of running away entered his mind but his legs for some reason couldn’t move.

“ Buy me a drink at least, before you go all eyes on me “, he spoke in an rough cockney accent

“I,I.I… “, he was speechless his charm out the door no man had ever approached him with this confidence

“Why is it always the hot ones, who never have anything to say, the names Ajay, yours ��

“You don’t know who I am’

“ “cocky much “

“Sorry, Devon, just a bit.. “

Karan smirked as he cut he off, he knew this was going to be easy, no matter what the tabloids could say, this man was gay, all he had to do was put on the charm

“Well Devon, the drink was nice but I am famished, haven’t eaten all day and I am just so broke and Mc Donald’s closes in ten minutes so I have to go “

“ Wait, - what was Devon doing, what would the media say if they saw him leaving a club with someone who looked like the gayest stereotype ever

But before he could finish his sentence, he felt Ajay pull him out from the floor and out onto the streets of London

Lurking in the corner Chad smirked once again, as the rent boy his father had hired was finally the diamond in the rough they had been looking for , that would finally lead him to being the star striker.

What was Devon doing, he had an swimwear campaign shoot tomorrow, and here he was prancing around London with this twink, where did he say again -McDonald’s, wow he hadn’t gone there since he started playing football. Ajay however was firmly in charge , and what was one night of unhealthy food compared to years of exercise? Dodging beer-crawls and drunk uni students, As they ordered, Devon realised that Karan was ordering a shit load of food, 3 large Big Macs each paired with a large fries, damn this dude was hungry -where did he put it all?

“ ahh I’m stuffed “,

Ajay proclaimed with only a couple fries down

‘What????, you just made me order this trash and now you aren’t even going to eat it “,

“Calm down, its not my fault that if I even touch this food I will literally exorcise vomit all over your pretty face, anyways why don’t you have it “

“What you don’t realise is that this pretty face is attached to an even hotter body “, proclaimed Devon as he removed his leather jacket to reveal his gunned arms flexing,

“ Calm down Mr gun show , “ Ajay realised that from the get go that this man was eager to show off all he needed was a little touching up in the correct places to ease him down and get the show on the road

“Here”,

remarked Ajay as he stuffed the cheesy burger into the footballer mouth

“Just try it”.

Devon first rejected this but as Ajay wouldn’t budge, Devon stopped resisting and took a big juicy bite of the burger. The flavours lit up in his mouth, and as the cheese dripped down from his mouth, he felt the burger enter his body on a spiritual level, filling the hole that all the kale salads in could world could not fill.

Ajay however seemed to be moving to down under the table as if he had dropped something, It wasn’t till hill started to tug down Devon's tight leather pants down that Devon realised he was looking fro something else

” Oi, we in public - quit ti “

“Calm down and eat your burger” remarked Ajay showing no signs of slowing down, he removed the expensive underwear, and passed it down Devon’s tight muscular legs, and up popped his meat - this guy was obviously not getting enough action. And as Devon stuffed the 2nd burger into his mouth ( man these things tasted good ), he felt Ajay’s soothing lips make contact his penis, he felt Karan’s tongue swirl around his penis, as it was pushed further into his mouth, somewhat dancing around it.

To stop himself from moaning outlaid he quickly grabbed the third burger followed by the glorious French fries, giving him a food orgasm partnered with a dick spasm that caused his entire body to twitch incoordination, and as Ajay swallowed his pre-cup he scooped up all he fries into his mouth, and as his fingers become numb and he felt on on the verge, Ajay climbed up out for under the table and patted his stomach.

“Stop, what are you doing? finish the job!”

“You don’t tell me what’s to do “

Ajay smirked as he started to spin his web to trap this footballer .

“Now come on, the sun rising and I’m sure you can’t be seen with the likes of me “

Devon followed this logic, and grabbed Ajay by the arm, and dragged him back to hi London townhouse, in an area of London filled with fat bankers and chubby stock markers, hoping that Ajay would finish the job, but as he reached his doorstep, he was met with a kiss on the cheek as Ajay scuttled down the streets, leaving only a phone number on a napkin that smelled like oil drenched freckles fries. Leaving Devon with only the thought that he needed more and maybe another Big Mac

With the smell of Mc Donalds on Devon's breathe as he woke up feeling groggy and already waiting to enter his bed at night , he didn’t have time for his 10k run but he assured himself that an after-noon run would have to suffice, realising the time he had to get breakfast on go as he got ready for his swimwear campaign,-something about getting Uk fatties swimming or something. Throwing on his tightest skinny jeans and his fitted jersey , he left the house knowing that anybody would die for his body and one caret day would be fine

. Arriving at the shoot ten minutes late, with a McDonald’s breakfast double sausage bagel around his mouth (what was he doing he swore off the stuff) He was met with fan girls and assistants swarming around him, undressing him and getting him ready with the rest of the team. And what a team all of the 11 footballs stripped down to their speedos flexing their biceps and leaving their bulges on the world to display looked like. Devon was of course pushed to the middle, with his strapping body covered in oils to make his tight muscles glisten. This would have annoyed Chad a couple of weeks ago ,but he was assured that when Devon's body was destroyed he would be pushed out of the frame leaving only space for Chad to shine and while Devon was called in for his private shots, Chad made himself to keep himself busy by adding metabolism halters to all of Devon's food. This dude was gonna be fattened up the easy way or the hard way.

There was a knock on the door, a couple of days later - Ajay made sure to keep this jock waiting just long enough. The door was opened to the stripped-down footballer only in his tight whites, All evidence of the private McDonald’s visit vanquished by the training he had put his body though, taking in Devon’s spectacular body it dawned on him that he had a long way to go before he developed anything close to the regular Joe fatty body. Allowing himself to be dragged to Devon’s bedroom he decided it was time to escalate things with Devon by going all the way . As his clothes were stripped down, and Devon mounted him from behind he found himself being pushed deeper and deeper into the face of Devon's superkings bed, he felt himself being entered as Devon pushed his meat deeper into him. NO foreplay, or kissing just straight to the point, he had made Devon wait too long and as he heard Devon grunt and push he knew he had had it coming to him. And with a moan and the spazzing of the leg, he felt Devon collapse next to him in the bed.

Now it was time to spin his web so as Ajay found himself being pulled closer to the hunk of muscle by his strong arms, he felt Devon's hands hold him tightly and smother him, he saw what a big softie Devon really was and thought of the perfect plan to put in motion

.So as their laid there in each others arms Ajay broke the silence

“Look, I’m only doing this because this is literally my last option , but I’ve been kicked out -something about actually paying rent or whatever, so I was wondering “

“Ajay , relax do whatever you want, your welcome to stay here as long as you want “, Devon responded finally cutting Ajay off

Wow Ajay thought this jock is going to be putty in his hands. Now all he had to was set the ball rolling

Benched part 2

Treating himself to the luxuries of his pampered life, Ajay had already taken the time to hire a full-term chief and housemaid, as well taking the liberty of slipping the chief something here and there to cloud the number calories in the meals he would serve if Devon of the question ever arose . The housemaid's job was clear keep the house clean and the pantries and the fridge stocked with all the snacky food Devon had sworn over the last couple of yrs, they had also been instructed to add a little something extra to Devons shakes in the morning but this again was kept hidden away from Devon. Ajays job was easy enough, he would wake up with Devon in the morning as the chief served them both the full English breakfast, which something Ajay always insisted on - explaining to Devon about the yrs he lacked the money to fund it for himself. He also had the task that while Devon went full pig mode on the fat sausages, stripes of queen bacon, the numeorus slices of toast and who could forget the maple-slathered doughy pancakes, he would go down on his throbbing member. He’d like to thing of it as conditioning the pleasure Devon felt with as his meat entered Ajay’s sloppy mouth with the feeling of stuffing himself silly until he popped and squirmed like his sausages in the pan . And when Devon was getting ready to leave, leaving Ajay with a kiss that smelt of bacon and sausage, Ajay admired his work of seeing Devon leaving stuffed with his bloated stomach tightly pushing out his from fitting kit.

“Okay sweetcheeks I’m off, enjoy yourself” Devon said as he pulled away and went to grab his a daily protein shake.

While Devon was out of the house for most of the day, Ajay should have been doing anything productive, however, he fully took on Devon's word to enjoy himself, lazing in bed all day stuffing himself with the pastries the maid will leave- and even having a bell put in to signal the chef to make a hearty lunch. And when the day was done, Devon would always come home with McDonald’s in his hand begging Karan to recreate their first date - and as the Ajays short stay turned into weeks the takeaway bag filled with greasy fast food got bigger and bigger. However all this was only the warm-up to dinner where chief once again outdid himself, it was as if the chief enjoyed stuffing BOTH their employers until there would be too full to even think about ringing his bell once more . Serving up stuffed lobster, glistening hams and deep dish of pasta served with heavy sides, followed by oozing chocolate cake or whatever sweet tooth the footballer and his rent-boy was carving. When the two had finally digested their glutinous dinner, Ajay and Devon would end the night by having hot steamy sex in their quarters, and it wasn’t only their affection for each other that was growing. Over the weeks as they continued to indulge themselves Ajay’s trim frame was bending under his fattening diet, with fat slowly spreading all over his body, covering his once exposed ribs and filling in his stomach, the same however couldn’t be said for Devon whose strict training regime was working overtime to burn off the extra calories.

“Daddy, Daddy, this isn’t happening fast enough “ Chad whined “ Devons barely putting on any fat hes just getting more swole, we have our first game of the season soon and he looks no different “

“Don’t worry Chad, let me sort this out with our little rent boy “

“Ajay! You have to be out of your mind , I ordered a fattened up jock gone to pot not a beef-cake footballer , pull yourself together , or the deal is off and I will go public I promise , and you can kiss that new lifestyle of yours goodbye “

Hanging up , Ajay gulped , deciding it it was time to go take things up a notch

“Honey do you have to go and leave me’

“Leaving so early, I thought we could have a round two”

“But babe the chief made an extra portion of food and it would be a shame to let it go to waste”

Ajay was pulling out all the stops, every day he made a new excuse to lure Devon into staying home and eat into his training time, he would drop the babes and the honeys like smooth butter to guilt Devon into staying home and riding the bell for seconds

“Okay baby just this once”

“Well if you insist, but this time we gonna try things a bit differently”

“I guess it would be shame to waste such fine food’

Devon didn’t know what was happening to him, but how could be leave Ajay here all by himself in this big townhouse, sure he needed to train but he guessed one day couldn’t hurt, and besides his personal coach had seemed to taken early retirement having apparently won it big on the lotto and was now jetting around the world. So he gave in to Ajays puppy eyes, and he was happy to do so as his stomach growled out for more food

It was just the day before an important match that would commence the new season , and as Devon opened his eyes he was met with the new and improved vision of chubbier Ajay, moving in with him was definitely plumping up his lover, but as he admired his chubby lover with rolls of fat and chubbier frame Devon felt his dick harden as he saw all the effects he was having on Ajay, they certainly won’t be running away with anyone else with this lard filled body. All Ajay kept was his slender face, his body was swelling at every angle, his once tender stomach was swollen and bulging over his tight underwear, it curvature supported his puffed up man tits His thighs were starting to become embroidered in small yet noticeable stretch marks that led to his growing arse. Devon only chuckled at Karan’s misfortune, he on the other hand was in the belief that he had the same body he had when they first met, coxed on by Ajay’s lies and the web he had spun. As he stirred to ring the bell- a feature he was quickly getting used to, he felt Ajay wake up beside him as their young chief started serving their 5-star English breakfast. Were the portions increasing or was it just too early in the morning to be thinking straight? Devon’s eyes opened widely as he stuffed the sizzling sausages into his mouth, each one more juicer than the other, he ate like he had been starved , coating his food in Ajay’s favourite maple sauce. As his Arms turned into machines, continually grabbing food from all corners of his plate into his mouth, he felt Ajay stir, abandoning his plate to perform his duty. It was like clockwork, as Devon stuffed pancake into his mouth his meat was being stuffed further and further into Ajay’s mouth. Finishing his plate in he quickly reached over to consume Karan’s leftover fueled by a hunger he didn’t know he had . And damn did it feel good. He came gasping at the sides of his bed as he came straight down Karan’s mouth.

Standing up he realised he was already running late for his training, he didn’t notice however that like his fattened lover his abandonment of his strict training sessions and his ravenous hunger for food was bearing its effect on his once muscular trim-cut body, his rock-hard abs had been the first to disappear and be buried in fat as the burgers and lobster went straight to his now starter gut, the disappearance of his abs followed by his once firm pecs which were now plumped up and were swelled up with pure fat. And as he got up to put on his newly gifted underwear he didn’t notice his meaty butt-cheeks that were supported by his plumped thighs, all over he was the image of a once jock gone to pot as he stuffed himself into his athlewear and yet he still remained oblivious to this, infatuated by his fatty lover

“Don’t go, I get so lonely without you “

” Ajay unlike you I can’y just laze around all day I have to train “

” But please, without you I feel so incomplete and what good is all this money and hard-work of you can’t spend your time with me “

Devon was taken back, it dawned on him that everything he ever wanted he got, why should he waste his time doing the same thing every single day.

“Fine, but I do really need to train“, he remarked as he ditched his tight sports clothes to cuddle in bed with Ajay who was already ringing the bell

As match day approached, Devon felt like in the worst shape ever, him and Ajay had really overdone it last night, it was as if the chief was using magic, the 5 course meal paired with a good amount of beers made him yearn for his sleep. Leaving Ajay sleeping in bed he decided it would definitely be better to forgo their daily feast of a breakfast. Even after his shower he still felt drowsy, shaving of his starter beard that he had been growing since he met Ajay was like a slap to the face. Was that, no way, what in the hell no matter how much he prodded it and smudged it the beginnings of his double chin was going no where, pulling his face close to the mirror he couldn’t deny his face was definitely fuller , his cheeks were rounder and his winkles were creased out . Stepping back in this new harsh reality he surveyed more of the damage, the cold bathroom light was not forgiving - gone were his abs gone were his pecs and gone was his waistline. He had plumped up all over a that food definitely found space to expand, running his hands over he was softer and dumpier, it was easily a pure gain of 15kg of fat, and the worst offender was easily his gut. The drastic difference from his trim frame of abs to his now rounded out gut that jutted out ,this was definitely going to be hard to hard.

Only grabbing a shake for breakfast and resorting to his largest clothes, Devon quickly fled the scene, what was he going to do, sure the damage was bad and it wasn’t going no where - finishing his shake he had to fight with himself not to help self to the pastries in the locker room. No Devon this is exactly how you got like this, but still his stomach grumbled until it was unbearable - sure one croissant won’t hurt, and if I’m gonna have one I might as well have two. This logic was exactly what led to only handful of pastries being left, but luckily his stomach had quietened down and now was time for his first test his kit.

He thought it would be wise to start with his shorts, it was all going fine until it got to his more sizeable arse - long gone was perfect square butt now his cheeks were plumped up and won’t fitting in no size 30, it took a lot of struggling and suck in the put them on - and dam were they tight but at least they were on. Putting on the jersey was a real shock he was used to the breathable loose fit -that was long gone, his wider frame filled up his jersey with ease and the biggest problem would be his gut, it jutted out a few inches and refused to be hidden. God he felt fat, checking himself out in the mirror he looked like a fattened up caricature of himself, what was going on.

In pre-training he kept it light, luckily his team failed to bring up his noticeable weight gain, but he couldn’t help but see the looks and whispering just out of earshot, Chad seemed to be the only one would bring it up

“Looks some needs to hit some cardio”

“Come on big guy catch up”

Big guy, god was it that noticeable, damn the diet starts tomorrow, and why was he sweating so much even after a few light exercises he felt as heavy as a truck. Sure he had missed a couple of trainings but he was the star footballer, what was going on and was that his tummy rumbling.

If Devon had felt self-conscious earlier on the pitch with the thousands of spectators now, he felt like he was being watched from all angles, and it didn’t help that he was far from his a-game - he was slower and barely keeping up with his team, he was red in the face after all the running he had do to keep up. He just couldn’t do it, running was like there was lead in his legs and he felt his fatty body sweat up and rub against his kit - and by time halve time was called he was panting.

A nil-nil start sure wasn’t the worst, but his team were wholly less supportive sure he had missed a couple of goals but surely it wasn’t that bad. Lurking away from the training room, he find a tv running - some commenters on the game were yapping on he didn’t pay attention till a picture of him for last season popped

“I mean look at his shape, fit prime and in charge’

“Now look at this”

A picture for todays match popped, a very unflattering photo he was red in the face covered in sweat and if they say the camera had 10 it looked like it was 20 today, he looked massive taken form a bad angle you could see his gut prodding out, even a bit of underbelly piped out, his sweat hugged the curvature of his gut and his arms and legs were giganitc and with the face he was pulling it like like had rolls

‘Im mean it obvious someone defiantly porked up a bit”

“Ha ha - he’s defiantly pigged out this off season”

“Oh definelty - Devon looks awful and it obvious affecting his play did you see him out there - he was sluggish and red”

“And did you see that backside - God it looked he had a bbl done”

“Geez yh, if this things keeps going I won’t be supposed if he is benched till next seas”

He switched it up, God he felt humiliated ( even a bit aroused tho - God what was happening to him ), He had to pull out all the stops this next halve,

And that he did, he ran faster and tried harder than anything, but still it didn’t work - 5 minutes on the clock and it looked like there was nothing to show but a panting red faced Devon, then suddenly in just the final moments on the game , he saw it - an opening it was just right. The entire world was still, he saw his moment, he felt his breath panting but he didn’t care. With one powerful kick he lobbed the ball into the goal, it went flying soaring straight into the top left corner. The crowd went wild, it was in - he felt on top of the world, but in his moment of victory he just couldn’t see Chad running straight for him, too fast to stop. He only saw it from the corner of his eye - second too late, it all happened so fast, like a train wreck, it all went silent until

CRACK………

Devon was on the floor, what happened next was all a blur of events, from his leg not moving to the shooting pain in his foot it was all a blur , the paramedics rushing to him, to the ambulance and the operating table until now waking up in the hospital room.

Ajay was by his side- wearing clothes that fitted ten pounds ago, was the first thing he saw when he woke up.

“Thank God your finally awake’

Ajay said was he jumped up to hug Devon and give him a kiss on the lips, he smelled like donuts and tasted like chocolate

“You gave us quite a scare’

“What.. happened’

“Well let’s just say you faced a pretty big fall, you were basically unconscious on the floor, apparently your body was so exhausted it was on life support basically’

Getting up he faced a stinging pain in his chest and legs

“Oh and don’t try to move, u survived but you broke a couple of bones in the process not to mention you foot - it was like a 4 hour surgery trying to save it’

Startled with this news, he pulled of his sheets and low and behold there it was, his legs wrapped up in a white cast

“Doc says it should be good as new, but not for a couple of months - ha ha” he laughed hesistanlty

“God what am I gonna do’ Devon was panicking - football was his life, what would happen to him

“Don’t worry babe - come down, here have some chocolate’

“What!!!!”

“Well look around you have gift baskets galore’ taking in the room Ajay was right, gift baskets were everywhere - filled to the brim with get well soon cards and sweets

“There’s even more at home, I hope you don’t mind I’ve had a nibble hear and there” Ajay chuckled next to a nearly finished basket

��Go on then”, the chocolate was good, tasted amazingly and at least it wasn’t in short supply - he laughed but stopped as the aching pain in his chest stung

“Anyways the doctor says you need your strength especially after your fall babe’

After signing the papers - and a lengthy discussion with his doctor encouraging him to keep his movements to a minimal, Devon was free to go.

The ride back was nice, Ajay by his side, he wasn’t expecting the press outside his front door, and in his temporary wheelchair he felt humiliated having to be carried arm in arm by Ajay and their chief. After a long phone call for his manger, it was settled that that Devon would be able return next season or as fast as his leg was healed- and his space on the field was legally not going anyway. Hanging up the phone call commenced the long haul of recovery.

“Babe I can’t eat that’

“Nonsense, doctor said you need all your strength, besides chief spent all day cooking it’

“Okay fine, but you gotta help”

“Was that even question”

The thoughts of the diet he needed to go on, had slowly faded with his new cast on, he had tried to cut back but with Ajay and chief it was like they wouldn’t take no as answer. Devon reasoned with himself, he would just have to extend his dirty bulk and have a massive cut once he was on his feet again. A small part of himself was very happy with tis conclusion, oh all this food tasted so great and a deep hunger in him needed to be satisfied, he had starved his body on kale salads for far too long.

So began the long process of recovery, its was a foodie bliss, breakfast lunch dinner and most importunely desert served straight to him 24/7. And it all tasted so good and rich finally he was seeing a price for all his hard work and it was in the from or food fit for kings. Anyways there was nothing else for Devon to do, he couldn’t leave the house in this state especially with the papz going crazy over him and his leg - he had even made the headlines for a good week all showing the prized footballer fallen form grace in crutches . He was asked for interviews and podcasts specials for weeks but he decided it was best to take this much needed time off and make the most of it. He had no obligations, he could spend all day catching up tv shows he had missed ,playing the backlog of video games and of course hot steamy sex with Ajay - who was more than happy to check charge with their handicapped partner. In fact Devon was enjoying laying back in bed and letting Ajay do all the hard work in fact he often helped himself to a wide assortment of snacks that was always in arm width not to mention the get well baskets that slowly dwindled in number. And speaking of food ,a massive plus to this new life was that he could finally eat with with no restraint - Not having to worry about training or meetings meant he could laze about all day and just pig out it was perfect, especially with Ajay by his side. And God did the pair of them eat, day in day out, it was the perfect activity as Devon stuffed his face, he felt so good, their always ate unit they couldn’t move and it wasn’t like Devon was doing much of that anyway - with his leg in the cast he would spend hours plopped down in areas of his massive townhouse. And as the months rolled passed he made sure to spend his money freely, buying Ajay all the designer clothes and jewellery he wanted, he loved to see Ajay try on all his new designer clothes and he loved it even more as he outgrew them right in front of his eye. Their chief was also basically free-reign, with Devon even moving them in to make sure their were never far he hadn’t eaten so good in years and he didn’t want it to stop . The biggest money eater of course was defiantly the food, all the finest foods and wines that money could buy was devoured day in and day out Devon and Ajay were properly eating better than royalty , especially with his dirty bulk excuse this was run so far into the ground he barley even thought about cutting back leaving him to ate with no abandonment.

After the months of never reigning in how much he was eating, his appetite explored, more pizzas more burgers more sides - more everything, chief even had to hire a side cook to keep up. Devon was being overtaken with hedonism the pleasure he got from food simply made him fro hunger for more, he was transforming form a man with a clean cut diet to one who was controlled by the gut and it was showing. Over the months it wasn’t only his appetite that grew up, his small starter gut ballooned into a a round bulging gut that demanded to be fed, and all that food it demanded was spreading itself all over his body, all over he was fattened up bulging out, his pecs puffed up into two rounded sagging lumps of fat, his once muscular arms plumped up and were now starting to squeeze outwards due to the massive amount go fat packed onto his torso. And to compensate for this massive rotund gut his thighs swelled up to match - Devon had long forgotten about pants and had resorted to lazing naked nowadays allowing his thighs to fill out as much as possible, with his once muscular butt taken the worst of it, once firm and square it was plumped up and filled with fat expanding out in all direction , and form lazing about all day the muscles he worked so hard at the gym, slowly faded away and were buried in fat all over Devon was undoubtedly fat. And the worst culprit was surely he was once gorgeous face, all that food of course fattened his face, his cheeks had rounded out and now merged with the band of fat that was nestled under is chin, given him a rounded out face that matched his rounded out body. His killer good looks remained but they were fighting a losing battle with the fat

Devon’s and Ajay’s months of bliss was soon coming to the end as after a good 6 months the Doctor finally deemed it fit that Devon was free of hi caste

“Now Devon, given your noticeably changes I’m sure moving about will be a lot harder and your leg will need to adapt to all the extra weight your putting on it’

“Oh all this’ Devon chuckled as he smaked his gut, even he was bit taken back with how soft it was,’Just a dirty bulk- it will come right off”

“Sure”, the doctor responded not sounding very confident’ Anyways I’ve signed you up with the best physio in town we will have back in uhm.. fighting shape any day”

The first biggest challenge was defiantly the walking, under doctors orders the crutches were retired and Devon was instructed to slowly start to move more and more. But even this was challenge, after a couple of steps he was struggling, his legs felt weaker and with every step there was this burning sensation in his bones. He would not even make it halve way through the doctors mandatory excerise routines before he had to call it quits. What was going on, he was a star athlete how was he letting a couple of steps be the boss of him, sure he had been out of practice for a while but Devon was not going to let this stop him. So he tried again and again, until he was blue in the face and felt sweat in places he didn’t know he could sweat and after each routine he felt exhausted but luckily for him the doctor had said nothing about cutting down his food intake, so chief continued to pull out all the stops making sure their employer never went hungry.

The second big challenge came about when it was finally time to start physio, sure Devon had been doing some small exercises here and there but under doctors orders, now that Devon could confidently walk about on his feet it was time for physio, and it was time for Devon to finally leave the house and he soon found out that eating like a pig for the last 6-months of course meant nothing would fit his large over-fed body . He tried fruitlessly but none of his old clothes would even budge, his trousers wouldn’t get past his thighs and his shirts wouldn’t buckle, he was just too big, too round and far too fat. God - he thought to himself this bulk has really hit its limit, he felt enormous and he definitely looked it, his gut was so massive it ripped his shirts into shreds when Ajay tried to squeeze him in it. With the physio waiting across London, he was left trying to fit into Ajay clothes, and even they were a tight fit, there was no way he was fatter than Ajay but alas even in his chubby lovers designer kit he still felt suffocated.

The doctor had organised one of the best physio in all of London, they had all been sworn to secrecy and all that staff and been forced to sign a nda, they were all left puzzling their heads about what could be such a secret, until of course the lift doors opened and outstepped a man who looked like he hadn’t been in a gym in years, let alone the star footballer of one of the country’s most prestige teams. They were expecting a man who was once the most eligible bachelor in all of Europe with he his gorgeous face and ripped muscular body and here stood a man in clothes to small to fit their wearers massive frame, a body that fit a man that looked like he had been done nothing but stuff his face day in and out .

“Alight Devon, lets see what we working with” said the lead physio instructing Devon to the scales

Stepping on them, he couldn’t even see the scales as his gut blocked his view by a good amount of fat ,

“Gosh, I mean uhh 130kg”

“What, are you taking the piss” , that couldn’t be right, the numbers had to be a lie

“Im sorry, sir but that this is one the most accurate scales out there’

Devon was left with no words, he simply mustered by the dirty bulk line and followed the very in shape physio to the changing rooms, compared to him Devon looked massive, almost double the size in width. Finally in the the changing rooms he was finally given some fitting clothes that fitted around his huge fat body, he dared not to look at the size but a small flash of Xs caught his eyes as he grabbed for them with his tubby fingers. Checking himself out in the mirror was a very sobering process, what had he done to himself, he was far form fat and well into the obese relm , looking at his massive gut and wider frame the memories of his once fitter body flooded his mind, however as he felt his fat gut up, prodding it and squeezing it his mind was filled with all the good food he had stuffed into to over the last year and damn did it make him feel hunger.

He was snapped out of the images of plates of food and desserts, when the young fit physio , known as Tom , popped round the corner telling Devon it was time to start. This all lead to the next big challenge, sure walking had been tough but compared to this that was spoonful of sugar, they had started it slow on the treadmill, a good pace was established, but god did it feel different there was so much more of him, he was heavier and massive. From the fat in his gut that swayed with each step to the rolls of fat in his arms that rubbed against his moobs. All over on this this treadmill he felt his fat body coming to alive, and a bit of him enjoyed and he felt he felt his dick stir under his fat balloon gut. But then Tom seeing the grin of Devon’s face took the initiative to to raise the speed a tad , just a bit forcing him to pick up the pace and jog, for the first few seconds as he jumped from foot to foot, Devon felt free, but then it started, the burning in his lungs, the stabbing in his feet, the sweat piling up. He had quickly used up his once amazing stamina and endurance , his fat body was just too heavy, each jog felt like he was pulling tons, before long he was panting for breathe, red in the face. Tom saw how hard his job was going to be right then and therem as Devon collapsed on the floor exhausted.

“Come on big, guy, we’ve still got a good hour left to shift this weight’ Tom chuckled as he slapped Devon’s fat gut that was now exposed form his kit, sweaty and flabby.

Devon couldn’t even muster the breath to tell him to fuck off, but what he hated how much his dick was loving it. What followed was one of the longest training session of his life, everything was reminder of how out of shape he had fallen, sit ups were nearly impossible with his fat gut weighing him down making him have to roll to his side to even get up, and push- ups were far out of the question with his stubby arms not being able to lift his fat body high enough to get his fat gut of the floor, star jumps shook the walls and there wasn’t a bike there he could fit his fat arse onto. The only possible equipment he could fit onto was the bench next to the vending machine, Tom decide to look the over way as as out of breath Devon dropped his blubbery frame on it and popped out a few chocolate bars.

“ Right there big guy , i think that’s enough damage for today” Tom chuckled placing another firm hand on Devon’s ample gut

Devon was furious, partially at himself for letting himself get this bad and also at Tom who seemed to be enjoying this display of unfitness.

“Hold - on “ Devon said in pants fishing his chocolate bar

He wasn’t going to go down without a fight, I know what to show him he thought , he stepped on the treadmill determined to show Tom that his was still the star athlete he was a year ago

“If you say so”

Starting up, Devon felt confident, he had already lasted longer than his previous attempts, sure he felt on the edge, but he kept jogging. A smirk appeared on his round race, that would show him Tom, who did he think he was talking to. However as he smugness grew, his old confidence grew too, and without thought he went to uped the speed to reasonable run, and the moment he pressed those buttons he knew he had made a grave mistake. The treadmill revered to life, and Devon led on to dear life tried to keep up, he tried to match the pace, but his obese body failed him once again, his belly became like a pendulum swing up and down moving his fat in all directions, his layer of fat pecs followed in motion, followed by every bulging fatty part of his body. He was just too fat, his lungs couldn’t keep up, he was so panting for dear life, all over his sweat greased him up like a hog in an oven. His kit rolled up over his heavy gut and his shorts got caught between his large thighs, he just couldn’t keep up he was just too fat. He felt himself about to collapse again

“Alright tubby, I think you’ve showed us enough” Tom said as he stepped in to Devons rescue pulling the red tag, just in time as Devon was hit with a wave of light headness and when the treadmill finally ceased its run Devon felt it legs give up to and himself collapse on the floor

He lay there on the floor, a doughy mountainous lumps of fat panting for breathe, he couldn’t move pinned done by his massive girth, Devon was humiliated as he laid there sweaty and red, trying to get up was futile with all his energy used up

“Ah better luck next time big guy’ Tom said as he playfully slapped Devons fat gut admiring how it jiggled and settled.

“Come on lets get you up’,

“Wow big guys, looks like I’m gonna need a hand”, Tom laughed as he called over to some assistants to help heave Devon up and of the floor..

What a shit show, in the changing room Devon had retreated to the bench to catch his breath, God I’ve really let myself go haven’t I, he thought as he rested his hand on his gut.

“See you next time’ Tom waved as he left leaving in a tight muscle shirt that showed of his impressive build

“Yh’ - was all Devon got out in-between laboured breathes, he used to have a body like that, now here he was a fat arse on the bench catching his breathe - right he thought to himself this is it the fattest I am ever going to be now, this old gut is going into hibernating .

But those fighting words quickly disappeared when Devon came home, the moment he waddled up the stairs and opened the front door he was hit with the smell of chefs cooking, and like clockwork his thoughts of cutting back where thrown out the window and replaced with whatever delicious food chef had cooked up. At the dining table, he just couldn’t draw himself, dish after dish chief brought out more and more food, that his stomach demanded.

“Alight babe, I think I’ve done enough damage’

“What” Ajay said looking up form his food with a mouth full of pasta

“I mean look at me, I’m not the spitting image of health right now’ Devon empathised taking in his fat body

“Non-sense, your plenty healthy and besides what those that make me then’ - Ajay chuckled as he rubbed his fat rolls

“I think you just need some motivation, and besides after your long day at the gym you need your fuel - And I need my man’

And before Devon could protest, Ajay was on his knees blowing Devon off, sure things were a but different now, with Ajay being blocked fully by Devon’s fat gut, but even with all this new fat they had packed on to each others body it was still as amazing as it was on the first day. Devon could contain himself it was just so good, and just when he thought couldn’t get better, chief brought out dessert - triple coated chocolate cake.

As the weeks rolled on Devon continued to go to his gym session with Tom, but he also continued to pig out just the same way as he always had , he told himself he deserved it, all those gym sessions were just too long and he need his fuel fro his next session of course , but he knew secretly deep down that the food was just to good to quit. Devon was definitely getting his strength back but the fat gut of his was going any where soon, in fact Devon could have sworn it was getting bigger so much so that after a good couple of sessions he found himself needing new kit as gut continued to bulge out and his arse just wouldn’t fit in the old kit, when he asked Tom about it, Tom had told him that of course that was happening he was simply packing on more muscle and that Devon had nothing to worry out in and should continue as normal espially drinking the shakes that Tom left out for him after each session.

After a good couple of months , Devon saw it was only right to get to know Tom better after all they spend sports much time together and he grew fond of Tom’s teasing remarks about him,so he saw to it to bringing Tom ever for a dinner one day.

When the day came Devon saw to it that chief pulled out all the stops, he had told Tom it would just be casual dinner but Tom had somehow talked Devon into making it into a whole formal affair with suits and champagne. Devon knew straight away, that the tens of thousands pound suits he used to stroll round in at balls were long out of question, so he once again saw to it to ordering his tailer over, sure his tailor had not seen Devon since long before his accident but a man of his pay- grade was well known for his professionalism. So as Ajay and Devon stood their fat guts out overflowing in lard, the tailer made no comment and simply dressed them up in the finest suitsm men they size could still fit into.

Standing there in front of the mirror, dressed in the nines in his fine suit, Devon felt confident a confidence he hadn’t felt in a long time, sure the man standing in the mirror was a rounded out ball of fat, but damn the way he filled out his suit made he look good, he was still the handsome footballer just now under many many layers of fat he told himself . And Ajay seemed to agreed, telling Devon he was still the most handsome man he had ever seen, rubbing his hands over his meaty thighs, whispering in his ears but how good he looked. And just when Devon was about to let Ajay get it, the door bell rang - Tom was here.

Opening the door, he was greeted by a very good looking man in suit, Tom had gotten a fresh haircut, shaved his morning stubble and swapped the gym clothes for a very nice fitted English suit, that he filled out perfectly. Devon remembered when he looked that good in a suit, the way Tom’s muscles were hinted at in the suit arms and his square arse filled out the back. Standing there he felt massive, his much bigger frame emphasised different areas of his suit, from his heavyset gut to his double chin poking out the collar.

“Wow, you clean up nicely- huh big guy”

“Thank you, oh this old thing was just sitting in the cupboard’ Devon laughed thinking about how more expensive suits were now that he couldn’t touch his toes

“And you must be the massive Ajay’ Tom laughed going in for a French kiss on Ajay chubby cheeks, leaning over Ajay’s chubby gut which his trim muscular body.

“God, Devon has told me so much about you, you’re even bigger I mean better in person’

After the formalities, small talk was engaged, where Devon learned that Tom had studied nutrition at uni and was freshly in London starting out. Devon and Ajay standing there must have looked like a massive fat hogs next to the lean Tom, Devon thought as Tom humoured Ajay, and if Tom was handsy in the gym he was even more so now, giving their respective guts a good pat and rub after ever joke.

But before Devon could think more about it, the bell was rung and dinner was being served, walking in the dining room had been transformed into a former candlelit scene, it felt very dapper and posh- and God Devon thought he was definietly was going to have to give chief another pay rise for this whole ordeal. Tom was sat opposite them and the two much bigger men dwarfed Tom side with their emmense fatness

And as chief brought out their dishes dinner commenced, the wine was good, the company even better but the food was amazing. Devon and Ajay’s plate were spotless after each course, where’s Tom were littered with remains for the previous courses. But Devon couldn’t care he was founding himself getting more and more aroushed by Tom’s crude comments that he blurted out now and again

“Wow you chief really cooks up some fine grub - no wonder you so got so big’

“You guys really now how to put it away”

“Damn and I thought I ad a big appetite”

Devon didn’t know why what Tom was saying was turning him on so much, but he knew that his devious words were also working on Ajay who had to keep shuffling in his chair to move his tubby gut away from his crotch. Maybe it was because he wasn’t used to being teased like this like this but maybe it was also because of who it was coming from, This fit young lad who had been training him in the gym was now bombarding him with these dirty remarks. And as the courses kept coming, the dirtier they got.

“Hey there tubby, I think you left something on your plate’

“Geez what a fat-arse, leave any food for the rest of us”

“No, go on then you take it, looking at you overweight arse, has taken me of my appetite, besides to fill a fat gut like that you must need a truck load for of food’

Ajay and Devon didn’t know what was going on, but they kept eating more and more, until they were eating more than they had ever eaten before, Tom’s mean and flirty comments made them want to eat more and more. And after unbutton the first couple of buttons on his shirt and taking of his jacket, Tom cockney accent reared its head as he stripped down form his formal attire, and it was all so hot. Devon felt his gut get more and bloated until he felt the buttons tightening and his gut gaping through, him and Ajay were being stuffed to beyond limits by this cockney muscular lad and it all reached its peak, - When a stuffed Ajay couldn’t finish his plate of food

“What tubs, bitten of more than you can chew’ “Here let me help’

And in fine motion, Tom climbed over the table, cups and dishes clattered about as he reached over and grabbed his plate and held it to Ajay fat flushed flash

“Here piggy, eat up”

What was going on, Devon was completely in shock, but seeing Ajay opening his mouth and letting Tom force-feed him the rest of his plates, made his dick hard in way he didn’t know was possible

“And don’t you worry fatty, you time is next’ Tom laughed as he stuffed Ajay tight with food and then ran his tongue down his face. Tom then proceeded to rip Ajay’s shirt of freeing the mountain of brown fat that hid there

“Look at this beauty, ahh Devon where have u been hiding him’

Devon watched in pure lust as he saw Tom explore his lovers fattened up from, slapping his gut and knead it, Ajay of course was in pure heaven

“Here tubby let me give you your just deserts”

And just like that Ajay fell onto his knees, as Tom took down his pants revealing his 8 inch pink cock

“Come on fatty eat up’

Ajay slobbered Tom’s cock up, going to town on all 8 inches

“That right fatty eat up’

“All your good for your now is cock sucking - you fat fuck”

Tom grabbed Ajays rolls of fat and his fat pecs and he came straight down his throat

“There piggy eat up”

Devon couldn’t control himself, letting out a large moan of his mouth followed by larger burp

“Ahh looks like this piggy over here feel negalated, don’t you worry piggy’

“Don’t you worry, I’ve had my eyes on you a while’

Devon was too shocked and stuffed to move

“God look at you, a fat lump of dough, you used to the hottest man in the nation now look at you tubby’

‘ A fat pig ready for the slaughter’

And with that, Devon was lost in Tom’s words, as Toms stripped down to reveal his hot muscular body, Devon was like putty, Tom pushed him out of his chair onto the floor, his fat gut breaking his fall, he felt as Tom stripped down his pants, putting his fatty meaty chunky legs in the air, Tom yanked of his massive underwear exposing his fat arse

“Ahh look at all the fat, man were have you been hiding thi’

Tom chuckled as he slapped Devons hippo sized rear.

An then it all happened so quick, but Devon felt Tom massive cock be ramped up his arse, he felt toms muscular arms grab his rolls of fat and jiggle them and then followed by the thrusting that was so hard it made his whole body jiggle. Devon was in heaven, he was stuffed behind his widest dreams and being fucked by Tom, and then when it couldn’t get any better. He saw Ajay rise up come over and bury Devon his his fat gut, opening in his mouth and showing his brown cock down this throat. He was their pig, fattened up and ready to be fed.

After that night of bliss, what followed next was an even more fattening string of months, Devon was fucked hard all over by of his lovers, at the gym Tom would tease him relentlessly for his out of shape body and lack of fitness, then at night Tom would punish him by fucking him till he couldn’t move. Chief cooked up even more and more food, filling the nights with feasts and feasts, and Devon and Ajay grew fatter and fatter until new dining room chairs had to be ordered and beds installed. It was heaven, but one day as Devon wake up in their now super king sized bed with Tom naked, wrapped up between his two pigs, the phone rang

“Ah Devon, long time no see”

Who was this

“I’ve been told by you doctor that you cast was long off and you’ve been going to the best physio for months- no easier way to say this but we need you back on the team and you must surely be back in fighting state by now ”

What no, what was going on, as Devon laid there in bed under the mountains of fat he had stuffed onto to his body, his feet long hidden behind that mass that was his fat protruding gut, his sides were like weights filled with fat on either side and with his chins swallowing his neck his breathe was struggling to keep up with this dilemma.

“Well come on , champ we need you back asap”

‘What do you mean its be declined’

“Well, I went to my normal sales assistant and went to pick up my things, and he said the card didn’t go though, luckily I was carrying my Chase card …’

As Ajay went on explaining away his last shopping trip, a quickly forming reality was dawning on Devon - after all the fine foods, wines, luxuries, the funds were drying up. Sure by any means they won’t be going broke, but after a few calls and checks with his accountants the gluttonus lives they were living was not going to sustains it self for much longer,either they were going to have cut-back or they would quickly be in a whole new world

It had been a couple of days after his phone call with this manager, and Devon knew that him and Ajay really had no other choices of income, and Tom’s physio salary was definitely not going to be paying the bills for the townhouse . in fact after Tom moved in, Devon found that they were even spending more than before on his fine suits and expensive wines.

As he sat there in bed, ballooned in fat, he knew he was going to have to face his fears, and that started by calling up his manger

“Ah Devon, finally have you decided to make you triumph return to the team, after the season we’ve had everyone is desperate for you, Devon’

“Yh about that, Scott I am planning to, only I might be a bit bigger than you last saw me ’

“Ahh the off-season bulk - happens ti the best of us champ’

“Yh, bulk ha’ Devon couldn’t whip up the confidence to tell his old manger just how bad this bulk was over the phone

“Listen champ just come on down tomorrow, we get you sized up, I mean the whole team haven’t seen in for almost over a year now’

Today was the day, and Devon felt fatter than ever, leaving the house in the early morning in some of the only clothiers that fit him he knew as he had to catch his breaths after ever steps a walk in the park was gonna be off from this . They were all waiting for him in there, all his old teammates including Chad he imagined their faces and their ridicule and he hated that after living with Tom for the last couple of weeks he knew he was going to enjoy it all.

“I’m sorry mister, I think you have the wrong room’

Devon had walked in to the gym at the worst time, all his old teammates were shirtless running drills and workouts, and they stood Devon all 150kg of him , still holding a chocolate bar form the car

‘No coach, I don’t think I do’

“Devon…..”

The sound of weights from all over the room came crashing down as the herd of fit muscular men crowded around their hippo sized teamate

“Bloody hell’

“Is that, no way”

“Talk about an off-season”

“Coach listen, I did say I had put on a few kg”

“A few kg, is that what you call this’

Coach laughed as strolled over and slapped Devons fat gut

“I mean look a the size of you, you fat everywhere I look at you”

“What am I going to do you you fat sack of lard’

‘Hey coach, take it easier on him’ called a voice from the back

Devon dared not to look up, and he hated the fact a small part of him was loving Coach’s cruel remarks about his fat body’

But even he couldn’t believe who was strolling over to his rescue

Walking over, was a more muscular, almost taller Chad, it was obvious that after their accident the two had gone two very different pathways, Devon a spiral of gluttony and greed and Chad a rise of fame and fitness .

“What, else can I do, look at him this man was the comeback we needed Chad, I bet he couldn’t even get the kit over his massive backside, let alone make it to the field without breaking into a sweat”

“Coach, I know but shouting at him isn’t going to make it easier, anyway besides maybe even having him back is enough to turn our fate’ smirked Chad

Devon was shocked the arrogant areshole of a man that Chad had been had simply evaporated’l

‘Whatever, his contact his bullet prove, even if wanted to I couldnt get him of the team’

“We gonna be a laughing stock of the nation with this lardass’

Coach said coming and grabbing Devon exposed gut

“Hey it not like we arnt that already; chuckled Chad as he got between Coach and Devon

Coach had no words left to utter after that, he simply left in a strut leaving Devon with the rest of teammates, whom most got back to the training simply refusing to even acknowledge Devon.

Well one stayed - Chad

“Hey mate, thanks for that’

“Oh that that was nothing’

‘Nah it means a lot, and it seems like we both changed a lot these past years huh’

‘Yh I guess, not going to lie once you were of the team, and I had to step in I finally realised how much pressure it was, huh big guy’

‘Yh, I don’t even remember sleeping those days’

“You telling me, all I do is train, play and try to stay out the papers’

The pair of them, stuck together chatting about the past year as the gym quietened out, Chad hitting the machines while Devon filled him on his new life with Ajay and Tom.

“Wow you really enjoyed you time off-time huh’ smirked Chad as they made their way to showers, the rest of the team had left and it was the pair of them. Just like old times, they striped down and headed to the showers, Devon had barely even lifted a finger but he still stripped done to rinse off some sweat that came from standing about in the humid gym. Chad even helped remove his t-shirt when he struggled to get it over his fatty body.

Stepping in compleltey naked to the showers, there were never two bodies that were that different, Chads tall blond muscular body all toned up after a long work out and Devons round obese body covered in strecth marks and overgrown with hair.

‘I mean look at the size of you, talk about a transformation and a halve’

“Yh I living the good life, and I love it all’ Devon responded rubbing his gargantuan gut’

“Here let me’ Chad said as he took the soap and lathered Devon in it

It was all so sensual and hot Devon couldn’t see his cock as he turned to let Chad wash his back but he couldn’t feel it growing under his massive fat-pad. And it wasnt the only thing he felt as Chad got closer and closer to him rubbing all his back fat, the head of a fat big penis hit his fat arse. They stood in silence for a few moments until Chad broke the slience

‘Sorry about that, I can’t help myself you just so sexy’

Devon laughed, it seemed the more he blimped up men coudnt control themselves

‘Oh really, what’s so sexy about me’

“Everything, all over your just so big, I mean I used to stare at you in the showers and looking at this I couldn’t believe you could be so sexy, but now oh I can’t control myself’

Chad moved closer, his arms roamed over Devons body, taking it all in, they barely joined in the middle just the tips oh his fingers around Devons solid gut. And then he moved in, putting his face in the pillow of at that was Devon’s neck, and pushing Devon fat body to the wall and he entered Devons fat arse. They fucked for hours, long and hard it was as if Chad wanted one thing in the world and it was Devons well-fed body.

It was game day, and Devon was suprised it had all come so quickly, one the news had broken about his weight gain, the media went crazy, journalists and pappz wanted him more now than ever. The internet was filled with pieces comparing his body to its prime, everything was out it the open with his love life he was headed for being a proud gay footballer and jeered at by all sorts of sporting channels who loved to talk about his obese body for hours. He was a pneumpoan, everybody was - even Ajay’s lavish life, who had quickly become a minor celcberlity once the news broke, and now it was the first match of the season, no matter what the coach fought for he coudln’t get him removed, it was agreed though that due to Devons weight he was of course going to be no help on the field abs that all he needed to do was stand for the anthem and be Benched for the majority of the game. And so they he stood in a kit the size of tent in line with all his in fit teammates a bulging mass of fat.

The rest of the game he was sat on the sides, watching the game he even pulled put a chocolate bar as the 90min game bore on. As He looked up at the box and saw the large frame of Ajay next to a trim Tom whose hands of full of hotdogs and even appeared to be helping himself to one of two as a stuffed Ajay hesitated mouth full of ketchup and mustard. Devon chuckled to himself as he bit into the next chocolate bar that chef had packed. The game finished to a draw, which according to Chad was one of the best results they had finished in a while, Devon couldn’t believe it, had his team really fallen so far that a draw was an accomplishment. And as the rest of the team left and the changing room emptied out it was once again Chad and Devon left alone, and it seemed the sight of Devon in his humongous kit sent Chad awol, as after the final member left he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Coach was in trouble, it wasn’t enough that he had to put up with seeing Devon stuff his face with chocolate bars on the bench, after a lengthy call with the mangers his job seemed to be on the line, his teams poor performance over the last season was so distoruous ad campaigns seemed to back out with each loss and the team was heamorrgin money left right and centre , he had to do something quick.

After another game ended with another draw, Coach turned on the 10’ o clock sports new, most of the bloody focus was on the fat lump that used to be his star player, more focus went on what he was stuffing his face with than the game itself. After third draw of the season, Coach was hot headed, he didnt know what to do and right now he needed something sweet and the first thing that popped into his head was whatever he had seen Devon stuffing his face next to him on the bloody bench .But after 2 visits to two different supermarkets those damn chocolate bars seemed to all be out of the stock, after the third visit proved no avail he was furious

‘Oi you what’s the big deal, this is the third shop without any godamn chocolate bars where the hell are there all’

“Geez sir I’m sorry they sell out faster than hotcakes especially after matchs’

“What - the hell ”

“ If You asking me, it cus all those fatties come here straight after the game and buy us all out, its cus of the big old fat player Devon he’s like their hero or something’

What was that - everywhere he went to heard about that hippo and just when he felt another blood vessel burst in his brain an even better idea popped into his head

Devon dint know why he was being called in, Coach hadn’t even uttered a word to him all season and now he was being called in for a meeting- even Chad didn’t know what was going on

“Ah Devon, my favourite player come on in’

What was going on, but Devons attention quickly dropped when he saw the plates full of chocolates and pastries laid out on the table

“Why Devon, it seems your sweet tooth has caught the attention of some higher ups, meet the team’

They on the other side off the table were a large assortment of people some tall some with glasses all fat

“Listen bud, these guys over there will pay a hefty sum for you hands to be on they chocolate bars out there on the field - what’ya say’

Opening the envelope there concealed a number with a lot of 0s

‘OH and that’s just for one game’

This was it Devon’s money problems were solved for life and all he had to do was sit back and eat candy

Coach chuckled to himself as he saw the humongous man sign away his body with hand and grab a hand full of chocolate in the other, - looks like he had found a use fir this fatter after all

And as the season wore on that’s exactly what Devon did, it become a football phenomenon - viewship was at all time high. The fattiest of the country were glued to the screen seeing Devon pig out on various box’s of chocolates and sweets and they ran the fastest their fatty legs would carry them to the stores to pig. Coach had long forgotten about his money worries he had a golden pig out there weight his weight in advertisement - it was a plus that the team were playing the best they ever had in a long time, and leading them was Chad it was as if a big fat fire was lit under him and he wanted to do it proud. As the months draw on the team was quickly climbing the ranks faster and faster, until it was all down to for final game of the season .

There it was the last game of the season, Ajay, Tom and Devon boarded a much bigger limo to take them to the stadium than they had needed to at the beginning. . Other the past 9 months it wasn’t just the money on Devon’s wallet that grew but all three of their waistlines thanks to the replenished funds the three of them were back eating like kings, and it showed on Ajay’s much fatter gut Devon’s hippo sized arse and Toms beginning double chin. Devon had suspected that Ajay and Tom were having secret feedings sessions where Tom loved stuffing Ajays till he was too stuffed to move and was helping himself to the odd cake here and there . Seeing the pair of them across the limo Devon chuckled to himself as he saw that Tom was living the blissful lie that he had once lived as it seemed Ajay had found another young hot man’s body to ruin. Tom hadn’t noticed it but as he was stuffing food down Ajays food he didn’t notice his portions getting bigger and meals more frequent. Living with two obese men was definitely rubbing of on the poor PTs body, he hardly needed to work at the gym now that Devon’s money troubles were solved, his gym kit was growing dusty in the wardrobe just like Devon’s once did and the effects were beginning to show. A year of living with them was fattening Tom up faster than he could clock on, as he sat there next to Ajays the six pack he was proudly showed of was now rounding out into a beginners belly and his thighs were beginning to swell up. Ajays had of course taken the needed precautions of size up his wardroom secretly and reminding him of how fat he was at all times belittling Tom’s beginner gains

As the pair of them fiddled with each other in the back of the limo offering the other small treats and what nots , Devon didn’t feel any jealousy, especially after how he knew his heart was taken by another. What started of as after gym sessions soon bloomed into longs date nights with Chad, over the past 9 months Chad and rocked Devon’s world in more ways than none, filling up with food at dinner than fucking him like there was no tomorrow. And just when Devon was about to unlock some more thrilling moments the Driver honked - there had arrived

Devon’s role on the team had shunk to nothing more than a ballooned obese mascot that the camera would turn to when the audiences attention dwindled. And there was no other way he would have it, as the game wore on his assortment of snacks never ended he ate himself away watching Chad run around the field like he once used to. Except now he was a fat whale of man in kit that had long been upgraded to beat his ever growing fat gut

It was such a close game, 85 minutes had dreaded on, and there were still drawing 2:2, Devon couldn’t watch and so he ate - it’s as all down to Chad. And at the 89 minute, Devon scanned the field and saw the hunk of man that was he lover, and Chad saw back a fat blob of a man that he couldn’t keep his hands off. And just like that he kicked it in and it flew past the other teams goalie and went straight it.

And on that second after winning his first league, there was one thing Chad needed to do - and he ran straight to Devon and jumped on to the 180kg lover and gave him the biggest kiss of his life

And Devin thought to himself if this was life on the bench he would happily be Benched

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(MK1) Johnny's Life Headcanons

I love this version of Johnny. He has the perfect mixture of arrogance and wittiness while still being kind and serious at the most important times. I did a song headcanon post for him a while back and had a fun time doing it so I wanted to do another headcanon post for him and other MK characters. If you want to read my other post the link is below.

https://www.tumblr.com/criminalmutantsins/731871981377617920/mk1-johnny-cage-song-headcanons?source=share

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TW: Mentions of abuse (physical/mental), alcoholism, bullying

- Johnny is the middle child with Jimmy being the oldest and Rebecca being the youngest. Jimmy and Johnny don’t get along because Jimmy follows in his dad’s footsteps and makes fun of Johnny for not being masculine enough. He has a really good relationship with Rebecca- affectionately calling her Becky- but their eight-year age difference made it hard for them to connect. Though he is glad she didn’t suffer the same abuse as him, Johnny is also a bit jealous of her because his dad would spoil and treat her like a princess. They call and FaceTime each other once in a while to catch up.

- Johnny’s mom was the one who fostered Johnny’s love for 80s media. Whenever she had a rare day off, Johnny and her would dance and goof around while listening to 80s. His favorite artists were ABBA, Bee Gees, and Queen.

- Johnny’s dad physically and emotionally abused Johnny. His obsession with control and masculinity led him to hurt or insult Johnny if he deemed him “not man enough” or somehow disrespectful. For instance, if he saw Johnny liking something seen as feminine like “chick flicks” he would berate him or if Johnny forgot to do a chore then his dad would beat him. His mother was not aware of the abuse due to working a lot, Johnny’s fear of retribution from his father if he told, and the abuse only occurring when she was not around.

- School was not easy for Johnny. He was targeted for being the quiet kid and not being interested in typical sports (football, soccer, baseball), and being a part of the cheer squad. It ended after Johnny created his Cage persona, portraying himself as confident and witty, and his martial arts skills.

- Johnny watched a lot of 90s sitcoms like “Full House”, “Roseanne”, “Boy Meets World”, and “Saved By The Bell” to cope with his broken family- his mother working almost 24/7, his father’s abuse, and lack of a relationship with his siblings- and bullying at school. He liked (and was jealous) that every problem was solved within 22 minutes and the main character had friends/family who were always there for them.

- He also watched many martial arts such as “Enter the Dragon,” “Crouching Tiger,” “Hidden Dragon,” “Kill Bill,” and “Karate Kid.” He liked to imagine himself being the hero who defeated all the bad guys and saved the world. On top of that, watching the films with his dad was the only good time Johnny had with him.

- Before his mother paid for karate classes, Johnny’s dad tried teaching him boxing at home. It was a horrible time since his dad would get angry with Johnny if he “did something wrong” like messing up a move or not wanting to hit his dad. As punishment, Johnny’s dad would punch Johnny until either he got tired or Johnny attacked back. This stopped when his mom saw his bruises- thinking it was only from school bullies- and signed him up for karate class, which Johnny grew to love and practice all his life. She also paid for gymnastics class after seeing Johnny’s interest in it.

- During his first two years in college, Johnny joined a theater group where he created many meaningful relationships, such as Kelsey, his scene partner for some plays who became a successful actress and singer on Broadway, and Frankie, who was in charge of cosmetics and became Johnny’s first personal make-up artist. After college, the troupe meets every year to catch up.

- Johnny is pansexual. He finds anyone attractive no matter their gender. He realized this in high school, though he didn’t feel comfortable coming out until he moved out for college.

- He met Cris when she was serving them at a restaurant the theatre trope frequented. It was an instant attraction and Johnny gave her his number along with the receipt. He was surprised to see her attending the college too (she was a business major). They dated for two years and got married the year he got his first lead role.

- Being very lucky, Johnny got his big break after two years of working minor roles. At twenty-two, he was a major character- comedic but badass sidekick to the main character- in an action, thriller movie because the directors were impressed by his martial arts and quick wit. The film’s major success and good reception to his character led to his first film as the lead.

- Johnny treats every staff member involved in his movies very well. He always thanks the make-up artists, costume designers, and prop designers for their towards him and his scenes. Interns love him because he treats them like humans- asks about their day and thanks them for their work- instead of errand boys. After filming, he always brings them a box of donuts as a celebration. Even the scriptwriter and stunt coordinator like him since, rather than rudely demanding changes, Johnny works to collaborate with them to make his scenes (and sometimes the movie) better. The only people who disliked Johnny were the directors and it was out of bitterness that most of Johnny’s ideas were better than the original premise.

- After five years of successful movies and a large, loyal fanbase, Johnny’s career started dwindling fast because the action/martial arts genre stopped trending at the box office and directors believed Johnny was incapable of portraying roles other than witty, comedic action characters. Though, he wanted to try more serious roles and genres other than action and martial arts movies but was scared his fans wouldn’t like it and abandon him.

- This significant drop in his career caused Johnny’s depression to worsen and used alcohol to escape the stress and pain. His wish to rejuvenate his career became an obsession where he would rarely sleep, only focus on work, and neglect his relationship, especially his marriage. These issues and his unwillingness to recognize how damaging they are were the last straw for Cris.

#mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #johnny cage #mk headcanons #mk1 headcanons #character headcanons #mk cris #mk1 cris #mk1 johnny cage

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fatteningmenstories · 1 year ago

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My first attempt at a gainer story :)

Benched Pt 1

Devon had it all, the looks, the body and the skill, he was everywhere. Walking down a typical street in London would result in seeing him on buses, billboards and sports campaigns. Coming back from a 10k jog, instead of feeling exhausted like others would, Devon simply went to practice with a protein shake in one hand and the latest iPhone in the other, this tedious life proved to be successful. At only 24, Devon was on top of the world playing the main striker on one of the world's biggest football teams and he had the body that went with it. His face mimicked that of a Greek god's: two large cheekbones that gave him a square-cut face which framed his stunning hazel eyes . His strong jawline led down to two large pecs both firm with muscle, that protruded over rock-hard abs, he made sure he was smooth all over with hardly any body hair anywhere - it's what his manager wanted to make sure his football team logo tattooed on his right pec was never covered, he didn’t care, besides it made sure that world see even more of his 70kg body. He had the arms of a bodybuilder, both filled with hard muscle, and his legs were sturdy and supported his firm bubble butt . All of this came together to what some would say was the perfect male body - and he ate up all the admiration he got. At practice he was always first to finish running lapping his teammates, and still not losing any breath, with barely a sweat drop on him he moved unto his favourite training exercise. Scoring. Up and down he had the mind of a mastermind, with his excellent foot coordination every goal he aimed for, he got. Devon finished off by chugging another protein shake and hitting the gym to maintain his 3% body fat which was hard to maintain but he took to the challenge, every other day was either leg day or arm day and you would never see him complain. However, after a long day of pushing his body to the limits he came home not to one filled with warmth and energy but to one filled with with emptiness. When he told his manager he was gay he was forced to promise to never be seen out in public with anyone except the hottest new fresh social media influencer bird. All of this shallowness led to an empty house and a lonely Devon.

“You want me to do what “

“Just make sure he isn’t appearing on any more sports health covers any time soon”

Ajay was surprised at what he was being told to do, when clubbing in Soho he had been approached by a group of men who needed to talk to him urgently in private.

“ Wait so let me get this straight you want me to fatten up England’s Star footballer “

“It’s more complicated than that, see Devon may be the face of England football now, but we have more lucrative players who just need their moment to shine”,

Taken back on what he was being told to do, Ajay was still processing what was going on

“I’ll do it “

“Oi Devon, wipe that pitifully mug off your face and cone to the after party “, the team jeered at this

“ You know I can’t, this body doesn’t take care of itself “

“ Just this once - come one live a little “.

Devon decided there was no need to fight this sure what could one more night of meaningless sex with the fittest broad in the club do

“ alright, alright “

And as they walked out of the changing room, Devon unfortunately dint see the the devious grin that had appeared on Chads face

“ Buy me a drink at least, before you go all eyes on me “, he spoke in an rough cockney accent

“I,I.I… “, he was speechless his charm out the door no man had ever approached him with this confidence

“Why is it always the hot ones, who never have anything to say, the names Ajay, yours ‘

“You don’t know who I am’

“ “cocky much “

“Sorry, Devon, just a bit.. “

Karan smirked as he cut he off, he knew this was going to be easy, no matter what the tabloids could say, this man was gay, all he had to do was put on the charm

“Well Devon, the drink was nice but I am famished, haven’t eaten all day and I am just so broke and Mc Donald’s closes in ten minutes so I have to go “

“ Wait, - what was Devon doing, what would the media say if they saw him leaving a club with someone who looked like the gayest stereotype ever

But before he could finish his sentence, he felt Ajay pull him out from the floor and out onto the streets of London

“ ahh I’m stuffed “,

Ajay proclaimed with only a couple fries down

‘What????, you just made me order this trash and now you aren’t even going to eat it “,

“Calm down, its not my fault that if I even touch this food I will literally exorcise vomit all over your pretty face, anyways why don’t you have it “

“What you don’t realise is that this pretty face is attached to an even hotter body “, proclaimed Devon as he removed his leather jacket to reveal his gunned arms flexing,

“Here”,

remarked Ajay as he stuffed the cheesy burger into the footballer mouth

“Just try it”.

” Oi, we in public - quit ti “

“Stop, what are you doing? finish the job!”

“You don’t tell me what’s to do “

Ajay smirked as he started to spin his web to trap this footballer .

“Now come on, the sun rising and I’m sure you can’t be seen with the likes of me “

.So as their laid there in each others arms Ajay broke the silence

“Look, I’m only doing this because this is literally my last option , but I’ve been kicked out -something about actually paying rent or whatever, so I was wondering “

“Ajay , relax do whatever you want, your welcome to stay here as long as you want “, Devon responded finally cutting Ajay off

Wow Ajay thought this jock is going to be putty in his hands. Now all he had to was set the ball rolling

to be continued….

#male weight gain #exjock #male gainer #weight gain story #fatty

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bl00dst41ned · 1 year ago

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*.·:·.✦ the other man ✦.·:·.*

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x female oc (named her Alexis)

summary: in which Trent wonders who is the man who got his crush Alexis', attention

author's note: i’m slowly but surely writing for some other football crushes. heavily inspired by the storyline of Sloane and Doug in Grownish (my fraudulent self never watched it, just saw the clips on Twitter).

warnings: parent character, mention of kids (in case you fear them)

word count: 785

“Alexis” Trent called for the fourth time that night as the girl kept texting on her phone.

“Oh-” Alexis finally looked up to him and immediately apologized awkwardly. “Sorry”

The two were on a date at an Italian restaurant, which she claimed to be her favourite. It must not since Alexis spent her time checking her phone every too often.

“It’s okay” Trent sighed before sipping from his glass of water.

Despite her bizarre behaviour, he still wanted to get to know her. They ordered their food before going back to talking.

“So…how did your doctor’s appointment go, yesterday?” Trent started, trying to engage in a conversation during their meal.

“Oh it was fine, but it was not for me” Alexis responded innocently, concentrating on the plate of gnocchis in front of her and trying her best to ignore her phone.

“Really ?……oh”

Her response had made Trent’s suspicious thoughts come back to his mind. Nobody refuses a date to go to a simple friend’s appointment.

Maybe it was for something serious and she just played it off.

It might be for a family member.

He tried to give Alexis excuses but the more he tried, the more it seemed weird. During their few encounters and previous dates, she had awakened his interest and he wanted to see where this could go. But every time she would be glued to her phone, checking it every two seconds. They could never have a continual conversation without her receiving a call and Alexis would always come back and excuse herself claiming it was nobody.

Maybe there was someone else in her life.

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They had finished their dinner and were just enjoying each other’s company before being interrupted by Alexis’ phone. She looked at the contact name and stood up with her coat in her hand.

“I’m sorry, I have to pick up” Alexis did not even give him time to say anything, she was outside, her phone to her ear. Trent, whose exasperation had reached a new level, decided to ask for the check, pay and join her outside.

Just as he walked out the door, the girl hung up and approached him, wondering what he was doing.

“I paid already” Trent spoke lowly, handing her her bag.

“O-okay” She stuttered a bit confused and remorseful.

“I’ll drop you off, don’t worry” Trent grabbed her hand in his, heading towards his car.

He first went on the passenger side, opening Alexis’ door for her, letting her in before going to the driver’s side and getting in himself.

They were ready to go but Trent did not start the engine, his mind too clouded.

“Are we…gonna go or?” Alexis asked in a small voice, confusion heard in her tone.

“I have to ask you something but don’t take it the wrong way” He started looking ahead.

“Is there someone else in your life?” His question had surprised Alexis and made her nervous.

Today was not the day she wanted to tell him. She knew she had to, but not now.

“Um, not really but...” She gave an unclear response, looking down at her hands as she played with them to calm her nerves. “I should just show you”

She grabbed her phone going through her gallery before turning the screen to him.

“His name is Leo. He’s about to turn two. And…yeah, that’s the other man in my life” Alexis told him in a shy voice. “That’s why I always check my phone”

Trent looked at the photo in disbelief. He had imagined all the scenarios in his head, but not this one.

“Woah” was the only word to come out of his mouth.

“Haven’t thought of that outcome, yeah?” She chuckled a bit looking at the picture of her son. “I had him in a previous relationship and my mind has been focused on him ever since”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you would stop talking to me. It’s the first time in years I kinda felt something for someone and I was scared it would ruin it” She played with the rings on her hand still not making eye contact.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you came clean about it” Trent reassured her. “At least, your mind is lightened, and mine too”

The young girl agreed before Trent started the car and drove back to her home. The entire ride, they had spoken about Leo. Alexis told him a few anecdotes all with a big smile on her face.

The excitement she expressed just thinking about him made Trent even more attracted to her. He discovered a new aspect of her: a loving mom whose world revolved around her son.

like, repost and suggest if you want to (hope you enjoyed it)

also tell me if you want a part 2 ( I'll do it anyway so whatever)

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#written by bl00dst41ned #black writer #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold x oc #football imagine #football blurb

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midnightsslut · 4 months ago

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it's facinating to me how gisele didn't want the divorce but she had no other choice. He put football over everything. over his wife, his kids, everything. i saw an interview she gave last year i think and you can tell it still hurts her a lot. she started to cry when she was asked about her divorce and she said it was the end of a dream. all this for brady to play one more time and retire. a greedy man he is. i think mahomes paid attention to this because he's closer and closer to become bigger than brady but he made clear that his family comes first. The roast was crazy because everyone was like "how could you ruin this marriage?"

the roast was also crazy because gisele hated it even though it was very much in her defense. it’s really sad to hear that he was so caught up with a frankly pointless ambition in the long term. they clearly loved each other so much. I cannot imagine being told over and over again that your husband is quitting *this time*, only for you to be put through the pain of watching your partner spend tons of time away and destroy his body again and gain.

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cadet-aviator · 4 months ago

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Normal life (1)

When we got back, things were pretty quiet and normal, for a while. I didn't feel all that confused anymore. Dad paid more attention to me, but then his work took over, and I was on my own again for a few days, then a week, then another week. I was fine with it. Mrs Lee took care of me, and I did my own laundry and ironing anyway. There was school, as always.

I had missed a Saturday morning drill at school and the regular Tuesday and Thursday drills, I had also missed fulfilling disciplinary service at the barracks at Saturday afternoon, Monday afternoon and Wednesday afternoon - 8 hours altogether. I had permission from school cadets, but I was given a fairly normal punishment anyway, I copied out the cadet manual once again, took me all Sunday afternoon.

And even though the Army Cadets had consented in giving me 'leave', I still had to catch up with those hours I missed. They slapped an additional 10 hours of service on my old 240 hours, because I had been out of cadet uniform, in Thailand, where I should have been properly dressed.

As you can imagine, by now, none of that seemed unfair or wrong; I was being disciplined, reprimanded, I understood it, accepted it, welcomed it. That's how my mind worked, at the time.

I realise that this ‘digested’ account of my childhood years might give the impression that I was under a lot of pressure. I wasn’t, or I wasn’t always.

For starters, I went to a really good school, with lots of bright teachers, excursions, trips, theatre, games, and my classmates were generally really nice, I had friends there too.

And if you think it was odd that after school hours I didn’t hang out in the mall, or went for a smoke behind the bike shed, or played football on the school yard until dark, it wasn’t all that strange: most kids had a well-organised life, strict rules at home, planned activities. We all did what we were told.

The school cadet program was intense and asked a lot from the cadets – to the point of being inspected at home - but it wasn’t more strenuous or demanding than, say, the school rugby eleven or the swim team (those boys had their first practice at 5.30 every morning). The school was popular (and expensive) precisely because it provided structure. I didn’t know any better and I fitted in.

And yes, I always wore my school tie in a perfect knot, never showing the top button, and my shirt was always tucked in correctly, and I may have been a bit more fanatic about that than other boys, but wearing uniform as ordered was just normal. All boys complied.

One of the best moments of the day was that half hour before drill started, when we got together in the school dressing rooms, to change from school uniform to cadet uniform.

There was always a good buzz, there, as friendly as boys that age can get, joking about a bit, but also making sure our uniforms looked fine and we were all on the same page when it came to the exercises of that afternoon.

We were pretty ambitious too, planning to do really well in these regional drill competitions, hoping to go on to the nationals.

So in that half hour we made sure we looked the part.

And the sergeant came in, for a formal check (possible demerits), and then we would fall in. And get silent.

And then we’d march out, for our endless exercises.

It was mandatory. Some kids just did it, went through the motions.

I loved it.

(All images are AI-generated)

#cadets #boys uniform

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shaunamilfman · 1 year ago

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More Random HC’s cause I’m waiting to go into work :)

Nat:

- Unironically LOVES shirts that are/have the same energy as “women love me, fish fear me”/“Big dick is back in town” etc. she wears them more often than you’d like

- She lives off of Mountain Dew, Red Bull and hot Cheetos, that’s all she packs for lunch everyday and you have to drop off water and a snack for her at practice so she doesn’t pass out since she barely takes care of herself

Misty:

- was one of those girls that had a thing for the Onceler from the Lorax

- She was def apart of the 2012 tumblr culture, (superwholock or whatever it was) one of those girls that would get a tattoo off of one of the YA books they read, hunger games, Harry Potter, stuff like that

Jackie:

- Either really knows how to play American football and is super invested in the NFL, or does not know anything at all “What is a down?”

- Is SO CLINGY (Derogatory) sure you thought it was cute at first until she gets up at 5 am for her morning practice and wakes you up too so you can “brush your teeth together”. It gets even worse when she’s sick, shes the hugest baby when she’s sick and you know if she gets sick you’re bound to get sick a week later because she’s plastered to your side

Van:

- Legit loves anything you get her, even if it’s kind of a joke. Stupid $2 tourist T shirt? You got it for her so she loves it, childish Spider-Man socks, thinks they’re cool as fuck. Just overall very appreciative and excited to recieve anything from you

Lottie:

- I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; She’s absolutely good at all the fine arts; she can draw well, she definitely can play the piano and violin, bc her rich parents paid for her to have lessons, etc

- She definitely also did some nerdy shit like take taekwondo until she was 14. Idk why I can just imagine this girl in like that white martial arts gi, doing like punching exercises.

Shauna:

- I don’t know if this makes sense but the kind of gf that when you guys go out to eat, you’ll both be quiet/not talk so you can eavesdrop onto people’s conversations and talk about it in the car on the way home

ugh no nat is such a loser she so would. she shows up at your house wearing this

asking her when the last time she drank water was and she's really got to think about it. she gets so shy if you like cook her something though omg

Misty would have crushes on the weirdest fucking cartoon characters and shit I swear. she pulls you a picture of megamind and you're like "... okay"

superwholockian misty i know that's right. misty has like collectors editions of the Sherlock books. she has like an original printing displayed in her living room fr

Misty def had one of those shirts like "heading off to the shire to become a jedi because my hogwarts letter never came."

i take that and I raise you Jackie being super super invested in the NFL but still does not know how football works. she's into the vibes she's just competitive as fuck. you look over and she's googling what a halfback does.

also Jackie totally follows a soccer team obsessively. she has like 5 jerseys and so so much merch. she even buys you some so she can make you wear it. she's so excited whenever there's a game on. she's def screaming at the ref for making a bad call

jackie's dramatic ass makes you sit in the bathroom with her as she showers. your just sitting on the sink with your head against the mirror barely able to keep your eyes open and she's excitedly rambling on like she's on fucking crack.

also i feel like jackie is such a morning person. you're half an energy drink in and barely awake and she's bouncing off the walls at 6 AM

she definitely gets you sick whenever she gets sick for sure. she's expecting princess treatment squared when she's sick. omg you thought she was needy normally?? your ass is not ready.

Van is so fucking sentimental bro she has a whole box dedicated to little things you gave her, even if it was just something you randomly handed to her lmao

artist lottie has such a hold on me tbh I love it.

martial arts lottie def got a participation trophy and a pat on the back i can not see her being good at it lmao

oh no fr shauna is such a hater she loves doing hater activities with you. jackie's talking about jeff or something and yall are like 😒🙄. she always looks straight for you when stupid shit happens.

#soffsh #shauna thoughts 💙#jackie thoughts 🩷#misty thoughts 💛#nat thoughts 🖤#lottie thoughts 💜#van thoughts 🧡

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donfermin · 3 months ago

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Much to my disbelief, I recently learned that there are fan accounts for Marcos Alonso. Which is mind-blowing because he’s an ugly shit inside and out. He’s literally responsible for someone’s death and there are people fangirling over him of all people. Alonso’s BAC was 0.93%, which is nearly twice the legal limit in Madrid and he was allegedly going 112 km/h in a 50km/h zone in wet conditions. He crashed his car into a wall resulting in the death of one of his passengers, a 22-year old woman, and three others in the car were injured in the crash. Yet he was still allowed to play football while waiting for his sentencing, which occurred in 2016 when the crash happened in 2011. Alonso was initially charged with DUI resulting in death and injury from reckless driving, and those charges would have sent him to prison for 4 years. But the charges were later reduced to 21 months in prison and then were dropped all together for a fine and a driving ban which he had already served by 2016.

For comparison, an American NFL player named Henry Ruggs was driving under the influence and was involved in a fatal crash that resulted in someone’s death as well. Ruggs was driving 156mph and had slowed to 127mph when he crashed into another car, the speed limit where he was driving was 45mph. The collision resulted in the death of the other driver, a woman, and her dog. Ruggs’s BAC was 0.161% which is more than twice the legal limit in Nevada. So a lot of similarities between Ruggs and Alonso, the only difference being Alonso was given a slap on the wrist and was allowed to continue his career. Ruggs on the other hand was released from his team, the LA Raiders, and would eventually plead guilty to DUI resulting in death and vehicular manslaughter in 2023 and was sentenced to 3 to 10 years in prison.

So in short, the people who make these Marcos Alonso fan accounts either have no idea that he’s a fucking criminal or they don’t care and would probably spout some “it was a mistake, it was 13 years ago” BS. A life is a life. No matter how long ago or how old he was, I hope the guilt eats at him every fucking day because I can’t imagine being that woman’s family and knowing that the man responsible for her death got away scot-free, and that he went on to have a fairly successful career when she couldn’t. Shame on anyone who tries to excuse Marcos Alonso when he’s a fucking killer, and shame on the people making fan accounts of him when he has blood on his hands.

I wish I could say I'm surprised, but I'm not. I lost hope in humanity long ago. Not only his qualities as a football player are quite questionable, but how can you support someone and dedicate your time to create a fanpage knowing that he's responsible for someone's death? But serial killers have fanclubs too, so...

Accidents and deaths caused by drunk-driving make my blood boil, because they can be so easily avoided! Nobody put a gun on his head and forced him to get behind the wheel that day. And I'm sure even in 2011 Madrid had taxis, so why? Why do you have to drive and put not only your life but also your friends' and anyone you can cross on the street lives at risk?? I personally know a few people that lost their lives that way and it's extremely infuriating, because somehow the one driving often survives and doesn't get any punishment.

I also did some digging on this matter after the last time we spoke about it and what shocked me the most is that he was indicted on charges of "homicidio imprudente" (other than DUI and others) and the sentence is from 1 to 4 years in prison.

That's nothing?? And the fact that he didn't do a single day is even more shocking. He was able to avoid prison because a) he admitted his fault and showed regret, and on top of that it was his first crime, so judges tend to be more lenient, b) he paid the victim's family quite a lot of money (now I can't remember if it was 300k or 500k€), and c) the friends who were in the car with them testified that the victim wasn't wearing a seatbelt (which is stupid, yes, but it ended up looking like it was her fault that she died, like???).

Your comparison with Henry Ruggs is actually interesting, because the cases are very similar. I don't know anything about American football so I'm not sure how famous this guy was when the accident occurred, but maybe the difference in popularity also had an impact? At the time, Marcos Alonso was playing for Bolton and was mostly known for being his father's son (Marcos Alonso padre). If he had been more famous, perhaps the case would have had more resonance and a different outcome. Who knows. Still a life was lost and he didn't pay for what he did...

#sorry it took me this long to reply!#I wanted to give a proper answer but didn't have the time #*politics and other stuff

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fics-by-em · 1 year ago

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Amorous Facades - Chapter Fourteen

A wild night out leaves the lives of Jamie Tartt and Ophelia Adams more intertwined than they ever would have imagined.

Will their decision to try and use the situation to their advantage work out in their favour or will they realize that they should have cut their losses when they had the chance?

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previous chapter

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Note: I managed to map out a huge chunk of the next few chapters this week and I'm so excited about all the fun (and dramatic) things heading Jamie and Lia's way!

Just a little note though, sometimes it's kinda hard to tell how much time has passed between episodes and events in the show so while I will be sticking fairly close to the show if some things don't match up with the timeline properly then please just go along with it and suspend your disbelief!

Can't wait to hear your thoughts about this chapter! :)

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Travelling with Jamie was far different than any way Lia had travelled in the past.

The first class plane seats on a decent airline, the sleek black car that took them to the private boat that took them to the island of Capri where their five star accommodation was waiting. It was all far more luxury than Lia had ever experienced and it didn’t escape her notice that the constant and sincere way she thanked every person who helped them along their journey had Jamie chuckling with amusement. She just wasn’t used to being so doted on and almost felt guilty every time someone carried her suitcase or opened a car door for her. She felt like royalty and it felt entirely undeserved.

However, as she looked out at the view of the ocean from their hotel room, she found herself starting to think that it was a lifestyle that she could get used to.

“This view is actually breathtaking,” she gushed as she heard Jamie walking out of the bathroom. “This whole place is amazing.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice hotel,” Jamie agreed as he came to join her on their little balcony. “But there’s gotta be some perks to being a professional footballer and getting to stay in places like this is definitely one of them.”

Lia smiled as she glanced at his face for any hint he was joking, but when it appeared he was serious, she snorted out a laugh.

“Jamie, I think the perk of being a professional footballer is that you get paid to play a game that you love, a game that most people just play for fun.”

“Okay, yeah,” Jamie smirked. “But being pretty fucking rich is definitely another bonus.”

His honesty had Lia shaking her head in amusement as she rolled her eyes at his brag.

“Well, I have to admit that it’s nice to see how the other half live,” she confessed. “I’ve never been so spoiled in my life.”

“Get used to it, babe,” Jamie murmured, slipping his arms around his waist as he pressed his chest against her back. “You deserve a little princess treatment.”

All hint of a joke had left his voice and the sincerity to his words had Lia pausing for a moment.

“You really think so?”

Her question hung in the air between them as she felt Jamie shift away from her as if he’d recoiled, but Lia didn’t dare look at him and after a moment of somewhat stunned silence, he answered.

“Course I do,” he assured her. “Don’t think I’d pull out the stops like this for just anyone, do you?”

“I thought maybe this was just the way you always travel,” Lia shrugged, turning to face him as she leaned her back on the railing. “Or to keep up appearances. Jamie Tartt wouldn’t make his wife travel in anything less than first class.”

“Nah, I’ve been triyn’ to impress you.”

His admission was said with a smug smirk, but it pulled a laugh of disbelief from Lia’s lips.

“Oh, please,” she giggled. “You’re so out of my league, I should be the one trying to impress you. Children all over England idolize you and women everywhere fantasize about you. You’re rich, talented, and incredibly fit. I’m constantly struggling to keep up with you.”

Jamie’s chest puffed up a little prouder as he took in her shower of compliments, but he was quick to shake his head in disagreement.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he insisted. “I’m the one who’s out of their league. You’re fuckin’ amazing, clearly more than you think. You’re so smart and way more fuckin’ fit than I am. Not to mention how almost sickeningly sweet you are, always putting other people first.”

His words had a soft smile sliding onto Lia’s face, but as her fingers fiddled with the buttons of the open shirt he was wearing, she found it suddenly hard to look him in the eye.

“I thought you didn’t like that I’m a bit of a people pleaser?”

She felt Jamie tense as soon as the question left her mouth, but after a moment of hesitation his fingers slid under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his.

“I never should have said that,” he told her firmly. “I was just jealous. Being nice is so easy for you, you always do what’s best for everyone around you without a second thought.”

“Not always,” she protested. “I didn’t do that the other day, did I? Katie came to me asking for help and I kicked her to the curb because she wouldn’t change her whole life just to suit me.”

Her voice was hardly more than a murmur as she reminded him of the events that had unfolded the week before and even she could hear the guilt dripping from her words.

“Uh, don’t think that’s exactly how it happened, love,” Jamie gently argued. “She came to you with some pathetic, weak apology and then didn’t even wait for you to forgive her before she wanted your advice without actually doing anything to make up for what she did to you. Standing up for yourself doesn’t make you any less of a good person.”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world and Lia had to admit that his outlook on the situation did make her feel a bit better.

“Well, that’s a very insightful way to look at it.”

Her teasing tone had Jamie’s shoulders shaking with a chuckle before they lifted into a shrug.

“Had to learn something from all that time I spent with Dr. Sharon.”

His brief stint in therapy was something he’d mentioned a few times over the months they’d spent together and was always something that had intrigued Lia, but she wasn’t sure if they’d reached a point in their relationship where it wasn’t too personal to ask about so she didn’t push it.

“Well, I know you’re right,” she admitted. “But it’s hard. I’ve been trying not to think about it, but I feel awful. I feel like I let her down, like I’m being selfish. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m just being dramatic and that in a few years I’ll look back and regret throwing our friendship away over something that maybe isn’t the big deal that I’ve made it out to be. I’m just…sad.”

“I know you are,” Jamie confessed. “I’ve seen it all week, you’ve been all mopey every time you think I’m not looking.”

Lia felt her cheeks heat up at Jamie’s keen observation. She’d tried to put on a brave face and had thought she’d done well, but she did tend to retreat into her own head when she thought he was busy.

“I didn’t think you’d noticed,” she mused, looking up at him sheepishly. “I always forget you’re not as self-absorbed as everyone says.”

“Nah, at least not when it comes to people I care about. I’ve been worried about you.” Even though Lia didn’t want to cause him any stress or concern, it warmed her heart that he considered her someone he cared about, but before she could comment, he continued. “But anyway, this holiday is supposed to be taking your mind off all that.”

“Sorry,” Lia murmured, letting her hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders. “I’m not trying to bring the mood down.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jamie assured her, dipping his head down to press a few gentle kisses against her neck before letting his lips hover below her ear. “But if all that shit is still on your mind then clearly I’m not doing a good enough job at distracting you.”

“Hmm, I guess not,” Lia smiled, leaning into his body. “Do you have any other things to try?”

Jamie’s grip tightened on her hips and he leaned back enough to look her in the eyes as his trademark smirk slid onto his face.

“How about I drag you to that bed and keep you there until you’re so thoroughly satisfied that you can barely even think straight?” The way Jamie’s voice had lowered and his accent had thickened gave away his growing need and it immediately had a heat pooling between Lia’s legs as he continued. “And then, I’m gonna take you out for dinner and parade you around until every man on this island is jealous of how fuckin’ lucky I am to have you.”

A blush rose in Lia’s cheeks, but as Jamie cupped her bum and lifted her up to settle with her legs wrapped around his waist, she eagerly agreed by stretching down to capture his lips in a kiss that she hoped conveyed just how lucky she felt to have him .

——

“You know,” Jamie started as he rubbed sun cream across the skin of Lia’s back with his hands dangerously teasing the strings of the bikini she was wearing. “Some Europeans like to sunbathe topless.”

She could hear the smirk in his voice without even glancing at his face and a snort of laughter slipped from her lips.

“Well, unfortunately for you, I don’t.”

“Bet you’ve never even tried it,” Jamie protested. “Can’t think of a better place than somewhere so private.”

“The boat is private,” Lia clarified, referring to the yacht that Jamie had hired for them for the afternoon. “But the ocean is not. Any of the people on any of those other boats could see me, not to mention the hordes of tourists up on the cliffs.”

“No one’s even paying attention,” he insisted, his tone bordering on whining as he snapped the lid shut on the sun cream with a pout. “It’s not like they’ve all got binoculars.”

“They might, and Keeley warned me about paparazzi around here since it’s such a popular spot for celebrities, like yourself.”

“I’m not a celebrity.”

Jamie’s face gave away his displeasure for that title, but Lia simply shrugged.

“I don’t think it would have made the news that we got married if one of us wasn’t famous and it certainly isn’t me”

“Okay, yeah,” Jamie relented. “But no one’s that bothered about me, I doubt anyone’s looking at us at all.”

“It’s a risk I just can’t take,” Lia insisted teasingly despite her unwavering stance on the matter. “Besides, I’m sure the captain of this boat doesn’t want to see that.”

“Oh, I bet he does.”

The cheeky grin on Jamie’s face had a blush rising in Lia’s cheeks, but she simply rolled her eyes before leaning back on the lounger she was resting on as she tried to wrap her mind around the extravagance of their afternoon activity.

Jamie had hired an entire yacht just for the two of them. To be fair, from the many other boats scattered out on the ocean, it did seem like it was the thing to do in Capri, but it was so much more lavish than anything Lia was used to. She’d protested at first and tried insisting that finding a beach would be just as good, but Jamie was undeterred and determined that they deserved a little luxury and while it was a bit uncomfortable to begin with - because of the running tally of cost in Lia’s mind and the feeling of being so out of her element - it didn’t take her long to relax. Floating on a beautiful blue sea with an amazing view made it hard to deny that the cost was worth it and the privacy it gave them was an added bonus.

Lia had thoroughly enjoyed the little bubble they’d been in since they’d arrived the day before. It wasn’t like they didn’t spend almost all their free time together already, but there was something different about being on holiday and having literally nothing else to do but enjoy each other’s company. There was no list of things to do running through her mind, Jamie wasn’t fretting about his training schedule or if he was doing enough to stay in shape during the off season. They had nothing on their minds but each other and Lia found herself almost giddy from having Jamie’s undivided attention.

The thought had warning bells going off inside her head, but she found them dangerously easy to ignore. He seemed to be going out of his way to impress her, but in some ways it was all for nothing because she was beginning to realize just how completely he’d already worked his way into her heart. The way he constantly made her laugh and seemed to thrive on putting a smile on her face, the way he was always so genuinely interested in hearing about her day even when she was complaining about something she knew there was no way he could really relate to, the way he showered her with support and sincere compliments, and his incredibly endearing cheeky nature. It all had her quickly falling head over heels and had her worries about Jamie using her and breaking her heart slipping from her mind.

Despite the unconventional way their relationship started, Lia was fairly certain that it was the healthiest relationship that she’d ever been in.

“Do you want me to help you put your sun cream on too?”

Lia asked the question as Jamie took off his shirt, but he quickly shook his head.

“Nah, I’m gonna work on my tan a little bit first.”

“That’s a bad idea, Jamie,” Lia frowned. “The sun feels really strong today and there’s no shade here.”

“Alright, Mum, calm down,” Jamie teased. “I’ll put some on in a bit, just wanna get a little vitamin D first.”

“Well, don’t come whinging to me when you get sunburnt.”

Very maturely, Jamie simply stuck out his tongue in response and Lia giggled as she shook her head at his stubborn nature.

“I’ll put some on before we go for a swim,” he assured her, pausing before he added, “Do you like to swim?”

The silliness of his question had a smile sliding onto her face, but she didn’t point out that she probably would have mentioned her dislike of water before agreeing to spend all afternoon on a boat if she had one. Instead, she simply eagerly nodded her head.

“I love it,” she shared. “I’ve always loved the ocean. One of my dad’s favourite stories to tell is about the time he took me to the beach for the first time when I was about two. Apparently I just ran straight towards the water and he didn’t interfere because he assumed I’d stop when I got close enough, but I just ran right into the waves with absolutely no idea how to swim.”

The story had a snort of laughter falling from Jamie’s lips.

“Must’ve scared the shit out of him.”

“Oh, definitely,” Lia agreed. “But he put me in swimming lessons right after that and then every summer he made sure that we spent at least one weekend at the seaside.”

“Just one weekend?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “But it was enough, and it was always special. I’m sure he would’ve liked to go more often, but he always had the bookstore and had to work. I think I mentioned that I spent most summers in Manchester with my aunt.”

“Oh, yeah, you did,” Jamie nodded. “It’s funny, really. Wonder if we ever crossed paths without even knowing it.”

“I doubt it,” Lia smiled. “I think we ran in very different circles. Unless you were secretly a massive nerd who spent most of your summers at the library.”

“Uh, I was not,” Jamie confirmed with a look on his face that screamed ‘duh’. “I spent most of my summers playing football or, you know, waiting for my dad to come around.”

His admission caught Lia slightly off guard. His dad was a very sensitive subject and not one that he willingly brought up very often which made it a topic that she wasn’t particularly well versed in how to handle.

“Did he come very often?”

“No,” Jamie scoffed. “Used to get my hopes up, but he hardly ever showed up and when I got older I realized that it was disappointing even when he did.”

There was a bitterness in his voice that made Lia’s heart ache.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “You deserve better than that. Have you heard from him lately?”

“Not since Wembley,” he admitted. “But I’m not bothered, at least he’s not chasing me up for money or tickets now.”

“It’s okay if you are bothered,” Lia gently assured him, hoping she wasn’t overstepping. “Even if you’re better off with less contact, you’re allowed to be annoyed that he’s so useless.”

“It’s not worth it,” Jamie shrugged, despite the weak smile that slid onto his face at Lia’s description of his dad. “I’ve got my mum and Simon, and now I’ve got you. Don’t need to waste my energy on someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

He sounded very sure of what he was saying, but there was something about his demeanour that told Lia he wasn’t as nonchalant about the whole situation as he was trying to seem and Lia leaned over to press a kiss against his cheek.

“That’s a good attitude to have, but I’m always here if you ever do feel like talking about it.”

“I know, babe,” Jamie smiled, letting his hand catch the back of her neck and stopping her from pulling away so he could capture her lips in a kiss. “But if you don’t mind, I’d rather think about other things right now. Like how fuckin’ hot you look in that bathing suit.”

A blush rose through Lia’s cheeks, but as she slipped out of his grasp, a smirk slid onto her face.

“Yeah? Do you think it’ll still look alright when it’s wet and clinging to me?” Lia asked, feigning innocence despite knowing the answer to that question. “I’m going for a swim so hopefully it will and I guess you can find out when I come back since you still haven’t put any sun cream on.”

With that, Lia strode off to the edge of the boat, but she could see Jamie scrambling to grab the bottle of sun cream out of the corner of her eye as she gracefully dove into the sea.

——

For the rest of the afternoon, any drama from their lives was as far away from their minds as it could possibly be. Mostly because it seemed like the only thing either of them could think about was how badly they wanted each other.

From the moment Jamie joined her in the sea, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her and the way he used the slight coverage of the water to hide his wandering touches from any possible onlookers had Lia caring less and less about the captain of the boat watching them. If she had been a bolder person, she would have thrown herself at Jamie the second they climbed out of the water, but she used all the self-restraint she could to keep herself under control until they got back to their hotel room. However, once they were finally alone, Jamie became suddenly aloof.

“What time did I say our dinner reservation was?”

He asked the question as he scrolled through his phone absentmindedly while Lia sat on the edge of the bed. She was stunned into silence for a moment before she answered.

“At seven, so we have about two hours to kill.”

“Perfect, that gives us enough time to shower and get ready.”

His priorities left her feeling completely baffled. He’d seemed as desperate as she was when they were out on the yacht, but now suddenly he was more interested in dinner than he was in her? She was practically vibrating with arousal and was sure that her damp bathing suit wasn’t the only reason for the wet patch she was probably leaving on the bed so the thought of Jamie not following through on all the teasing he’d been doing all day had her feeling a little panicked.

“Or,” she started, keeping her voice steady as she tried to appear as nonchalant as he was. “We could do something else.”

“Like what?” Jamie was clearly trying to sound sincere in his ignorance, but the smirk he was battling to control gave away that he knew exactly what he was doing. “We’re going to a fancy place, think we’d better wash all the sweat and sun cream off before we go.”

“I agree, but we could do that after.”

“After what?”

“After something more fun.”

“I mean, we could, yeah,” Jamie shrugged. “But what do we really have time for?”

Knowing that the clock was ticking and their time was slipping away as Jamie played dumb had Lia quickly growing impatient with his little game.

“Jamie,” she whined, crossing her arms in a huff. “You know what I’m talking about!”

Unable to keep the charade up any longer, Jamie barked out a laugh that had Lia’s pout deepening.

“I know, babe,” he admitted. “Just wanted to see if you’d actually say it. You’re adorable when you get all shy and embarrassed.”

“Am not…” Lia’s weak rebuttal was murmured almost under her breath, but his teasing inspired a flash of confidence as she lifted her eyes to meet his. “Now, are you going to come over here or should I just touch myself while you shower?”

“Okay, that is definitely something I wanna see,” Jamie informed her as he finally started making his way towards the bed. “But we can save it for some other time.”

“Hmm, that’s good,” Lia smiled as she scooted back up towards the head of the bed as Jamie crawled over her. “Because I’d rather be touched by you and I was worried that I’d have to start begging.”

Her words had a growl rumbling from Jamie’s chest as he dipped his head until his lips hovered over hers.

“That’s also something I wanna see,” he informed her. “But m’not sure I’ve got the patience for it today.”

Almost as if to prove his point, Jamie didn’t wait for her to comment before he captured her lips in a kiss and after the long day of teasing, the relief that Lia felt almost matched her arousal. She let her hand slide up to the back of his neck - partially so she knew he couldn’t pull away and partially because she’d already grown quite fond of the sounds he made when she teased the hairs there - and briefly wondered if she’d ever get tired of kissing Jamie. His strong jaw in contrast with his gentle lips, the expert way his tongue caressed her own, and the hint of growing desperation in every movement. Usually, it was an activity she was happy to embrace for hours until her lips were swollen and sore, but there was an urgency between them that evening that had her quickly deciding that they were both wearing too many clothes.

Her hands moved down low enough to tug at the collar of his shirt and Jamie immediately took the hint as he reluctantly pulled back and raised himself up to sit back on his heels until he could pull his shirt over his head. The sight - despite being one that Lia had spent most of the day ogling - had her biting back a moan. It was no secret that Jamie was in shape. The hours of training and hard work put in at the gym gave him a body that he had no shame in being proud of and it never failed to impress Lia. The sculpting of his abs and chest and the strong biceps bulging on his arms left her amazed that someone as toned and beautiful as Jamie actually belonged to her .

“Like what you see?”

Jamie murmured the question with a smirk as he caught her staring, but she barely had time to be embarrassed before his hands were trailing up her thighs and under the light sundress she was wearing to cover her bathing suit.

“I do,” she admitted, lifting her hips so Jamie could push her dress higher. “You look like some kind of statue, sometimes I find it hard to believe you’re real.”

Just before Jamie pulled her dress over her head, Lia saw the grin that her compliment had put on his face and she smiled at the sight, having quickly realized that praise was something Jamie desperately loved.

“Well, I am,” Jamie smirked at her before dipping his head to trail kisses along her neck until he reached her ear. “And I’m all yours.”

His words and the feel of his breath against her skin as he spoke had a shiver running down Lia’s spine as a whimper slipped from her lips. Encouraged by the sound, Jamie sucked and nipped at her skin until she was writhing beneath him and pressing her hips up against him as if she was desperate for any kind of friction between her legs. She briefly wondered if she should try to rein it in - if it was a little pathetic to be acting so needy - but when she felt Jamie tugging at the strings of her bikini top with his teeth she lost all of her already minimal self-restraint.

“Jamie,” she gasped, arching up against him as the strings of her top came loose. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

“I know, babe,” he assured her, his amusement clear in his voice as he nuzzled into her neck. “But I’ve gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I am,” Lia insisted with no hesitation. “I’ve been ready all afternoon.”

Jamie chuckled at her eagerness, but the deep rumble of his chest only added to her arousal.

“Alright, but maybe I still wanna take my time,” he pointed out. “Since you insisted on keeping your top on all day I’ve got to appreciate the view now I have the chance.”

To emphasize his point, Jamie leaned back as he pushed the damp material away to give him a better look and Lia’s protests died in the back of her throat when his fingers caught one of her nipples, pinching and teasing it as he watched her closely. She gave into the sensation - letting her eyes flutter shut as whimpers of pleasure slipped from her lips - but after a moment of indulgence, she regained her focus.

“What if I get on top?” The suggestion immediately caught Jamie’s attention because while their sex life had been fairly active since it began, that was one common position they’d yet to try. “That way you could still enjoy the view and we’d both get what we want.”

Jamie watched her as if he was either trying to process her idea or waiting for her to rescind the offer, but after a moment of thought he quickly rolled onto his back and lifted his hips to slide off his bathing suit shorts.

“I like the way you think.”

Lia smiled and wiggled out of the rest of her bathing suit as well, but felt a flicker of nerves when she glanced over at Jamie. He was stroking himself as he reached into the drawer of the nightstand - where he’d placed the condoms for easy access - and the sight of him leaking in anticipation onto his belly had her biting her lip to hold back a moan, but the self-conscious part of her brain was threatening to take over. She didn’t have much experience being the one on top and she was suddenly terrified that she would be disappointing. The thought of Jamie having such an unobscured view - a promise she’d used to entice him only moments before - was intimidating considering she knew that her body wasn’t up the model standard he may be used to. He’d never seemed anything less than impressed by the way she looked, but as she straddled him she found herself feeling rather vulnerable and exposed.

And as he held himself up so she could line up and sink down on him, she began to panic about what exactly to do next. She had done it before, but was definitely out of practice and had never been particularly accomplished in the skill. Despite the pleasure she felt from the familiar stretch and the impressive depth that the new angle allowed Jamie to reach, Lia was distracted by the thoughts racing through her mind as the anxiety had her frozen in place. So much so that Jamie quickly noticed.

“Are you alright?”

The question snapped her out of her thoughts as she furrowed her brow in confusion.

“Yeah, of course, why?”

“Uh, because you were moaning and screaming a moment ago just from me kissing your neck, but you just slid onto my cock without making a sound. Couldn’t look more bored if I’m honest.”

Lia cringed, knowing she’d been caught and fumbled to cover her tracks.

“Feels great,” she assured him, shifting her hips and sucking in a sharp breath as she rubbed against him. “I was just focused on making sure I could take all of you.”

Jamie wasn’t fooled.

“You always do, babe,” he insisted. “What’s going on?”

“I just don’t want to disappoint you.” Lia shrugged, keeping her eyes fixated on Jamie’s chest to avoid his gaze. “I don’t have much experience at this, I’m worried you won’t enjoy it.”

Her cheeks burned so deeply as she spoke that Jamie’s hand felt cool against her skin as he lifted her head and forced her to look at him.

“I’m already enjoying it,” he assured her. “Whatever feels good for you will feel fuckin’ amazing for me, trust me.”

Again, Lia found herself feeling a little astounded by his gentleness. It was such a contrast to the cocky side he showed the rest of the world and the reminder had her anxiety beginning to ease.

“You think so?”

“I know so, babe,” he insisted, letting his hands settle on her hips. “You feel so fuckin’ good already and you’re gorgeous. Probably wouldn’t last long even if you just sat there.”

His reassurance had a smile sliding onto Lia’s lips as she felt her confidence rising enough to have her comfortable experimentally moving her hips again. The shiver of pleasure even the smallest movement sent shooting up her spine was all the encouragement she needed to give into the sensation and push her worries aside. Jamie’s firm grip remained on her hips and she took comfort in the knowledge that he would guide her if she faltered, but appreciated the way he let her lead as she settled into a steady pace.

“Just like that,” Jamie murmured. “Fuckin’ hell, what a sight.”

Jamie’s eyes raked over Lia’s body and she was surprised by how empowering she found it as her earlier panic began to fade. His response was so clear and so genuine that it was hard not to feel like she was every bit as beautiful as anyone Jamie had dated before. He was admiring her like she was a gift that he was trying to commit to memory before it was taken away and it made her feel irresistible. Spurred on by her newfound confidence, Lia continued bouncing her hips, but as the pleasure began to build inside her she found herself struggling to focus on her rhythm.

Her movements stuttered as her eyes fluttered shut and she took a moment to revel in how good she was feeling. Jamie, however, seemed to have taken over her impatience and she felt his hands slide from where they rested on her hips up to her lower back, silently instructing her to lean down towards him. She followed his lead, but as her chest rested down against his and he pressed his hips up - sliding him even deeper inside of her - he took advantage of the gasp the action earned and slid his tongue into her mouth.

Distracted by the overwhelming sensations, Lia was grateful when she felt Jamie plant his feet on the bed behind her, anchoring himself enough that he could take over the movement. His hips snapped up against her at a pace that she was sure was much faster than hers had been as his desperation seemed to be winning out. But she wasn’t about to complain. As his arm slid across her waist to hold her in place as he thrust up towards her, sliding so deep it felt like he was hitting spots she didn’t even know existed, Lia was quickly heading towards her peak. She moaned into his mouth as she clung to him, the position leaving her feeling helpless to do anything but ride out the pleasure until - after a few more thrusts - she felt the coil tightening in her stomach snap as she felt over the edge.

Her mouth slipped from his as she let out a strangled cry of his name, feeling herself clenching around him as if her body was trying to keep him deep inside. He was undeterred as he fucked her through her release, but it didn’t take long for him to fall apart as well. He thrust up inside her as he spilled into the condom, earning a whimper from Lia that was drowned out by the groans coming from Jamie until he lowered his hips, panting to catch his breath.

The feeling of affection that washed over Lia was a common one in those moments when they were coming down from their highs. She felt so emotionally connected to him - so cared for and taken care of - that she would have happily laid there placing kisses on his chest for hours, but a thought dawned on her that had her reluctantly climbing off of Jamie far earlier than she would have liked and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“As amazing as that was, we’re running a bit behind now for dinner,” she pointed out. “Do you mind if I shower first?”

“Or,” Jamie smirked from where he lay still sprawled out on the bed. “We could shower together, save a little time.”

Lia laughed as she stood up before leaning down to steal another kiss.

“I wish, but something tells me that wouldn’t be much of a time saver.”

“Probably not, but it would be fun.” Jamie shot her a wink that earned another giggle before he added, “But sure, yeah, you can shower first.”

Lia murmured her thanks and blew him one last kiss before hurrying off to get ready before her earlier neediness made them late for dinner.

——

“I can’t believe we already have to leave tomorrow…” Lia’s wistful musing was shared as she stared out over the ocean from their dinner table in the extremely fancy restaurant Jamie had booked for them. “This place is gorgeous, I think I could stay here forever.”

“Well, I have nothing going on until the pre-season training starts in a couple weeks,” Jamie pointed out. “You’re the one with commitments and a job that needs you.”

His words were teasing, but a knot formed in Lia’s stomach as she mulled it over.

“To be honest, I probably could have taken a few extra days if I’d thought to ask,” she admitted. “Things have been slow at the bookstore lately, we barely need two staff members there most of the time.”

“Is it really that bad?”

It was a concern that had been on her mind, but the way her admission had the smile falling from Jamie’s face had her regretting bringing it up and putting a damper on their nice evening and she tried to soften the truth a little bit.

“At the moment it is, but it’s not particularly unusual,” she insisted. “Summer is always slower. People are outside more and reading less. Libraries have more activities for kids because of the school break so people go there more than buying books. Usually once the autumn comes and the weather changes things pick up again and Christmas is usually a busier time, but it would be nice if we had more steady business.”

If she was being truly honest, she would have shared that there were times in the last few months that she was really worried that they’d even make it until the Christmas season, but they were hanging on just enough that she hadn’t given up hope yet. And even with her sugar coated explanation, Jamie looked concerned.

“I’ve let you down, haven’t I? When we started this whole plan, I promised to help promote your store and I’ve done fuck all to do that.”

“It’s fine,” she assured him, sipping her wine and shrugging her shoulders. “There’s not much you could do to promote us really.”

“What about a football night with the team? I could make all the lads come and we could sign shit for people.”

It was a very sweet suggestion and Lia flashed him a genuine smile for his desire to help.

“That’s a nice idea, but it wouldn’t really work,” she gently informed him. “It wouldn’t make much sense unless one of you has a biography of some sort for people to buy or some other reason for being in a bookstore. Otherwise it would be too obvious that I’m just using you to get people in the door, people would probably hate me for that and my dad would be too embarrassed to accept that kind of help.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Jamie nodded, but his furrowed brow told Lia that he was deep in thought until he spoke again. “What if you talked to Keeley about it? Building reputations up is, like, her whole thing now. Maybe she could do some of that pro-boner shit that lawyers do.”

The phrase Jamie used had Lia choking on her drink as she laughed.

“It’s pro-bono,” she clarified. “Not pro-boner!”

“Mines better,” Jamie smirked. “But whatever it’s called, maybe she could help you. Get you on as a sponsor for Richmond or something, like she did for that app.”

“I dunno if books will appeal to football fans as much as a dating app,” Lia pointed out. “No one will be at a match, enjoying the afternoon while secretly pondering which novel they’re going to start when they get home.”

“You never know,” Jamie shrugged. “But even if that doesn’t work, she might have some other ideas for you.”

“That’s true,” Lia agreed. “Thanks for the suggestion, Jamie. You’re smarter than you look.”

She was clearly teasing, but his chest puffed up from the praise.

“Yeah, I know, no one gives me enough credit,” he smirked. “But hey, I have another idea for you.”

His eyes had lit up and an eager look had slid onto his face as Lia prompted him to continue with a somewhat suspicious, “You do?”

“If it’s no problem for you to get an extra day or two off work then maybe you could take a couple days off at the end of August to come with me to the big gala that Rebecca’s hosting for Richmond.”

“I can definitely do that,” Lia smiled, feeling a flicker of excitement in her belly at the thought of being included in an event so big and getting to attend with Jamie. “But wouldn’t something like that be in the evening anyway?”

“Yeah, but it’s a big deal. We all get dressed up all fancy for it so you’d probably need a day to get ready,” he explained. “And then usually there’s quite a bit of drinking happening so you might want the next day to recover.”

“That makes sense,” Lia giggled. “I would be happy to join you. If you give me the date when we get home, I can tell my dad right away.”

“Perfect.”

Jamie reached out to take her hand that was resting on the table before lifting it up to place a kiss against her skin and Lia wondered how she’d gotten so lucky. The picture perfect moment of sitting on a balcony with an amazing view and sharing it with someone who was quickly becoming so very important to her had her heart feeling very full and made any worries from their lives back home feel very small and insignificant.

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