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Isagi had no idea just how much of a big deal his personal life was.
He wanted to be known for his soccer, for his skills, for his adaptability, and for being the number one in the world. He didn't know how the rumors spread. Perhaps they saw him having dinner with him; perhaps they kept tabs on the flowers sent to his apartment in Barcelona; perhaps they thought the ring he wore once in public was a symbol of his commitment to his significant other.
Isagi frowned, biting his lip as he sighed in frustration. He huddled against the muscular arm on his left side, the arm in turn cradling his head gently.
“What's wrong?” Bunny said as he scooped Isagi Yoichi up in one motion, bringing their bodies closer.
Fuck. Just like this. Bunny thinks this is the closest thing he will get as heaven on earth. Isagi is wearing his shirt, far too big for him, a bunny logo on the side, and for some messed up reason, Bunny thinks the logo should've been in Isagi's skin instead, like a brand. The neckline of the big shirt slipped, showing Isagi's collarbones littered with bite marks and kisses that he himself had left not too long ago.
Ah, fuck.
Bunny bit back a groan. He is getting hard again. With Isagi, there was no way to satiate his hunger. He must brand and breed his little bunny; he must see him throbbing and thoroughly fucked. He needed to see his hole puckering out and swollen. Bunny wouldn't have it any other way.
“Cariño,” Bunny murmured as he drew a circle on Isagi's hip, hands gradually traveling down to the swell of his ass.
“Another round, yeah?”
But Isagi was apparently thinking of another thing, his body in Bunny's arms but his mind astray.
“You know, Lorenzo said that I should be wary of you.”
Bunny raised an eyebrow but nonetheless continued romancing Isagi. He peppered kisses from his jaw down to his neck, swiping a few licks and nibbles on Isagi's earlobe.
Fuck, he could eat Isagi whole.
“Ah, and my teammates at Blue Lock told me I should not hang out with somebody like you—hmph!”
Isagi's mouth was suddenly captured by the man bigger than him. His tongue forcefully parting Isagi’s lips, and Bunny let out a sigh of relief. Oh, he could never get enough of this. He took advantage of the way Yoichi gasped and bit him on his lower lip.
“Wait, Bun—” Isagi mewled when the Spaniard licked a stripe on his lip. They are disgusting, really, an exchange of spit and bodily fluids. His ass was smacked hard by Iglesias currently… pouting. Lower lip protruding.
“Can't wait,” Bunny huffs when Isagi pushed his chest.
“We just fucked an hour ago!” Isagi hissed. “Maybe this is why other New Generation 11 warns me about you.”
Bunny continued his ministrations, this time forcing Isagi's legs to part as he caressed his thigh, the star striker from FC Barcha grinned as he saw that they’re in the same situation as his neck, full of bite marks.
“Hugo,” Isagi sucked in a deep breath when Bunny’s finger lightly tickled his hole, “He— Nghhh, he told me you're a force to be reckoned with. Wait. ¡Un momento!”
Bunny damn near growled as his grip tightened around Isagi's ankles, keeping his legs spread. “You're so hot when you speak to me like that.”
“Be serious, and just hear me out.”
Bunny sighed. “I don't give a fuck what those assholes think, conejito.” He had a forced smile on his face now, irritation and lust clearly marring his judgment.
Yoichi pouted. “Sae has a deep hatred for you,” he moaned when Bunny inserted a finger in him, slowly pumping the digits inside. “A-and Kaiser, he—”
“Ah!” Isagi screamed when he was flipped onto his stomach, ass up in the air.
Fuck, he sensed that Bunny was angry.
And an angry Bunny is never lovely.
“I’d prefer you would not talk about other men while I'm about to fuck you, Yoichi Isagi.”
Isagi drooled onto the pillow, his eyes half-lidded and glazed with a delirious sort of exhaustion as he felt Bunny bury himself to the hilt once again. Bunny was always like this, he would plunge into the very depths of Yoichi and remain there for a few long, agonizing seconds, letting the heat settle. Whether he stayed to admire the way Isagi’s body stretched to accommodate his fat cock, or to simply feel the way Isagi's internal walls had molded over his shape, Isagi would never know.
“Fuck,” Bunny murmured, the word vibrating against Isagi’s damp skin.
Then, he began to piston his hips. He is hitting spots deep inside Isagi that he hadn’t even known existed. Not until about four months ago, when he’d accidentally caught Bunny whispering his name while jerking off into his towel in the room they shared in Barcelona. Back then, Bunny had merely "volunteered" to tour him around; now, he was fucking every inch of him, in every way he liked.
Tears pricked Isagi's eyes, a choked gasp escaping him as Bunny pressed relentlessly against his belly. He could feel the heavy shape of his fuckbuddy— lover’s?— cock molding against his core, stretching him to a breaking point.
“Fuck, you bewitched me, conejito,” Bunny growled, invoking that nickname again. Little bunny. Isagi was his little bunny, and he couldn't even comprehend how to reply.
Isagi could only clutch the silk sheets tighter, his knuckles white, as he spread his legs even further to accommodate the Spaniard. Loose hole making squelching sound to accommodates Bunny's cock, heavy balls slapping against Isagi's skin.
Bunny is big in every aspect, a physical force that demands ruinous submission.
Bunny groaned, a low, guttural sound, as he ground his pelvis against Isagi. Light colored pubic hair, forming a happy trail from his navel down to his testicles. His calloused hands palmed the flushed cheeks of his little bunny’s ass, kneading the yielding flesh with a bruising and possessive grip.
Isagi whines, tears streaming on the side of his chubby cheeks as Bunny grip it. Letting their mouth meet for a kiss.
"Ah, ahn... Ah! Hmmm—"
Isagi moans, even Bunny's tongue is insanely heavy as he feels it lick the inside of his own mouth. Fat cock up his ass and Bunny's mouth on his own, Isagi swears he's delirious. Eyes rolling at the back of his head.
Bunny is no better. Feeling and seeing Isagi's tight ass stretching to accommodate his cock, is enough jerk off material for the rest of Bunny's pathetic life. He had turned his back long ago in religion, or any belief in a higher being. But fuck, he'll thank whoever entity out there pushed Isagi Yoichi to come to him.
The great Isagi Yoichi, drooling and spreading his legs even further to let Bunny pound him deeper is so fucking erotic.
Just like this, his loneliness will never catch up to him.
“Maybe I should kill those assholes for meddling with our life, ah,” Bunny rasped. He gently curled his bulging bicep over Isagi's face, partially smothering his cries. Isagi gasped, his hands tapping frantically against Bunny’s thick thigh. A thin trail of drool slithered from the corner of his mouth, slicking Bunny’s bicep as he struggled beneath the weight.
“Bunny, stop! Agh! I can't... breathe—”
“Yes, you can, Yoichi,” Bunny hissed, his eyes dark with a manic hunger. He knew he is near. The friction is turning into a searing heat, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing like a rhythm in the quiet room.
He sped up, his thrusts becoming jagged and relentless. He wanted to reach the very center of Isagi’s being, to leave a mark that no amount of time could erase. With a final, bone-deep surge, Bunny’s body locked as he buried himself balls-deep in Isagi. He let out a strangled growled, his muscles corded and trembling as he flooded Isagi with a hot and thick release, his fat cock twitching deep inside as he poured himself into his prize. He stayed pinned there, shuddering, his forehead pressed against the small of Isagi’s back as the world faded into white noise.
“Yoichi?” Bunny called out softly a moment later as he carefully removed himself.
Even as he pulled away, the sight made him want to bury himself back inside immediately. Thick pearls of cum trailing down Isagi's thighs.
He bit his lip, suppressing the urge, as he watched the thick trail of cum practically oozing out of Isagi’s abused hole. It was red, twitching, and utterly perfect.
The most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He chuckled darkly when he realized Isagi had finally passed out from the sheer intensity. He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss onto his lover’s swollen lips.
A genius idea began to form in his mind. He tucked Yoichi with the white, cum-stained comforter and pressed another kiss to his lips and forehead.
Then Bunny reached for his phone.
He didn’t turn on the flash; the natural, dim glow of the city was enough to catch the elegant curve of Isagi’s spine and the messy, dark spill of his hair against the white pillow.
In the silhouette, Isagi’s back is a map of his claim. The dark hickeys and the deep bite marks on his shoulder blades stood out like art against his skin.
Every mark is a testimony to how many times Bunny had buried his cock inside him until Yoichi finally broke.
Bunny didn't tag him. He didn't need to. Anyone who knows football knows those shoulders. He uploaded it to his Instagram story with a single caption.
"Mine."
He hit post and tossed the phone onto the nightstand.
Across the countries, three phones vibrated at the same time, the light from the screens and alert of what is yet to come.
The first man, in Madrid, didn’t even blink. He saw the silhouette of the spine of the player he adored so much, littered with marks he didn't left. He didn't scream. He didn't breakdown. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the device. The phone smashed against the far wall, the screen exploding into a million pieces of glass before the dead weight of it hit the floor.
In a high-rise halfway across the country of Germany, the second man felt the vein in his temple pulse. His face was a mask of cold irritation. He didn't throw things. Didn't punch a face even though his palms itched to do so. Instead, he simply closed his hand. The titanium frame groaned, the internal components snapping under the jealous pressure of his tattooed grip. There was a sickening crack as the device broke in his hand, the screen shards turned piercing his palm, but it doesn't compare to the simmering irritation flooding his nerves.
In a dark room in Paris, the third man sat perfectly still. He watched the image of the ruined body until his vision blurred with a violent heat. He didn't just let the phone slip; he watched it clatter to the hardwood floor, and then, without a word, he stomped his foot into the screen. The glass broke into pieces, but he didn't stop until the image of the "Mine" was crushed into the floorboards.
Isagi wakes up feeling heavy and wrecked in the best way. The smell of toasted bread and coffee hits him first, pulling him toward the kitchen. Bunny is at the stove, humming while he flips a thick tortilla española. He looks relaxed, his movements smooth as he slides the golden eggs onto a plate next to some pan con tomate.
Bunny is in a suspiciously good mood.
Isagi walks up behind him, wrapping his arms around the Spaniard's thick waist and leaning in.
"Buenos dias," Isagi murmurs against his lips.
Bunny laughs, the sound deep and vibrating in his chest. He turns in the embrace to catch Isagi’s mouth in a proper, lingering kiss. "Good morning to you too, mi querido."
Isagi doesn't quite know what that word means, but he makes a mental note to look it up later.
"You're in a good mood," Isagi chirps as Bunny sets the plates down. He places a cup of milky coffee in front of Isagi, his fingers grazing Isagi's hand for a second longer than necessary.
"Of course I am," Bunny grins, his scar going up with the emotion on his face.
His phone is on the counter, screen-side up, and it won't stop blinking. Every second, a new notification lights up the glass. A million people screaming, tagged mentions from rival strikers, and death threats from the New Gen 11.
Bunny glances at the chaos out of the corner of his eye, his chest swelling with a smug pride.
He knows the world is burning, and he’s the one who lit the match.
He reaches out, his thumb dragging roughly over the dark bite mark he left on Isagi’s collarbone. He likes the way it looks in the morning light, a permanent brand on his prize.
"Eat," Bunny says, his voice dropping into that possessive growl. "You're going to need your strength for what's coming."
Isagi just nods, too hungry to care about the cryptic tone. He takes a big bite of the tortilla, humming in delight.
"Is it good?" Bunny asks, his expression softening as he watches Isagi eat.
"Mmhmm," Isagi mumbles with his mouth full, leaning his head against Bunny’s shoulder.
Bunny reaches over, his large hand gently wiping a stray crumb from the corner of Isagi’s mouth. He pulls Isagi closer, tucking him under his arm while he finally mutes his phone, tossing the device into a kitchen drawer.
The world can keep screaming; for now, his little bunny is right where he belongs.