Delphinium

Kaiser didn't like presents. She justified it by saying, “I am rich already. I can buy whatever pleases me. I do not need cheap shit.” But what she really meant was that, after growing up with a mother who abandoned her as soon as she was able to, stuck with an abusive father, she had no place, no need and no desire for gifts. A gift was, simply put, a reminder of everything she had wanted and everything she had been denied.

And so, she kept on walking in the Munich's snowy streets. Christmas lights filling the night with colorful sparkles, an ironic contrast to her black and white current state of mind. Her head was down, lost in a spiral of too many thoughts. Ness. And you. She had spent months trying to push you both away. Some would call it toxic; she called it survival instinct.

She picked fights on purpose, as if conflict was the only way she could keep control over her mind and heart. And yet, she hated it. Hated the way confusion and anger tinted your face. Hated the way hurt flickered in Ness’s eyes. Seven months now, a relentless push and pull, a lioness toying with her preys.

The sex was mind-blowing. Intense. Unlike anything she had ever experienced, with men or women alike. She couldn’t get enough. She needed more of you, like she needed air. More kisses, more of Ness between her legs. She needed it all, and for how greedy that might seem to some, she couldn't stop. And that’s what terrified her most. The realization that she couldn’t live without this anymore. That football was no longer the sole center of her world. That, for once, two people had slipped past her walls, stubborn enough to make her drop her guard. To let her laugh in ways she had never been allowed to before. To dream. To hope. And it fucking terrified her.

The door to her apartment opened too easily. For a moment, she stood at the entrance, keys in hand, confusion flickering through her mind. Had she forgotten to lock it? No, she hadn’t.

Her footsteps turned quiet, calculated. Fight or flight kicking in. Keys gripped in one hand, an umbrella in the other raised like a weapon. She heard hushed whispers from the living room, her brain barely processed it before she moved. Kicking the door open, swinging the umbrella wildly.

“Get the fuck out!” she screamed, only to be met with other screams.

“What the actual fuck—” you shouted, voice cracking, ducking just in time to avoid getting hit square in the forehead, one arm instinctively thrown out to catch Ness, who had nearly collapsed behind you.

What the hell?

“What the fuck are you two doing in my place? Are you out of your goddamn minds?” Kaiser snapped, still breathless, heart pounding in her chest as her icy sharp blue eyes darted between you and Ness.

“We—” Ness panted, clutching at her chest. “We… Well, we came to see you.”

“How did you get in?” Kaiser's tone was sharp, accusatory.

“I picked the lock,” you answered nonchalantly, as if breaking and entering on Christmas Eve was a casual bonding activity.

Kaiser stared. Wide-eyed. Dumbfounded. Were you actually this fucking stupid?

There was a beat of silence before she burst into laughter, a full, uncontrollable laugh that echoed through the room. But it wasn’t long before the laughter cracked, mixing into quiet sobs.

“Kaiser?” Ness whispered, uncertain, stepping forward hesitantly. “I’m sorry—we shouldn’t have—”

“I’m not sorry,” you interrupted, earning a sharp side-eye from Ness, the unspoken ‘what the hell, girl?’ loud in her eyes.

“You ignored us,” you continued, voice steady. “No calls. No messages. Since we broke off for the holidays, you’ve pretended we don’t exist. That’s not just fucked up, it’s disrespectful.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to—”

“Cut the self victimizing crap,” you snapped, stepping closer. “Enough. You think we don’t know? That we don’t understand? We know you had a shitty upbringing. We know things haven’t been normal for you. But guess what? We’re still here. We want you, Kaiser. We want you in this. So stop. Stop fucking running away from us.”

“You don’t understand!” Kaiser screamed, her voice raw, cracking under the weight of emotion. “You don’t fucking understand!”

Her breathing was heavy, hands curled into fists at her sides. Her chest ached from the force of everything she was trying to hold back.

“I don’t deserve this,” she muttered, voice hoarse. “I don’t deserve nice things. I don’t deserve to be put up with. My nasty attitude, my fucking walls, my inability to—to just… I don’t deserve it.”

Silence.

Then, Ness moved first. Gentle, careful steps as if she was approaching a wounded animal. Stepping forward until she was close enough to reach for Kaiser’s right hand, gently taking it in hers.

“You don’t get to decide that,” Ness whispered, her voice soft but firm. “Not for us.”

Kaiser’s lips quivered. Her entire body trembled.

You closed the distance, taking her left hand into yours.

“You can be an absolute fucking nightmare,” you murmured, though, your voice was soft, a bit teasing. “But you’re our nightmare. For how cringy that might sound. We want you. Your sarcastic comebacks. Your shitty attitude. Your temper. And the soft kisses when you know we are feeling down. The gentle caresses. The hugs. The shared whispers in the night. We want it all.”

And with your words, just like that, the dam broke.

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You do not know how long it lasted. You just know that by the end of it, all three of you ended up curled together on Kaiser’s bed. After more tears, more kisses, more words (some harsh, some reassuring) one thing was certain: you wanted this. Which was funny, really, because just months ago you would have dreaded the idea of even walking past Kaiser. But now? Now, you could barely be away from her for more than a few days. From her. From Ness. from this intoxicating mess. 

You were the first to wake, and so, you took the moment to look around. The room was so Kaiser. Clean walls, refined, chic, just like her. A few shelves displayed her trophies and awards. But what caught your attention, enough to carefully sneak out from Kaiser’s grip, was the bulletboard against the wall.

It was covered with pictures. Of her. Of the team. But mostly, of the three of you. Moments frozen in time, outings, after matches, in bed, though none of you had ever called those moments what they really were. A relationship in all but name. There were candid shots, intimate ones and even polaroids from one particularly reckless, spicy night. Maybe it was the fact your brain hadn’t fully woken up 100% yet, but for once, Kaiser’s intentions felt clear. She could push, she could run, but she was holding onto this just as much as you and Ness were. And if last night hadn’t solidified it, now it surely did. 

“You let your eyes wander too much.”

The quietness of a morning voice made you jump. Warm hands wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you into a familiar, toned body.

“Damn you…” you scoffed, though amused, hand resting over your chest, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Hmm, yeah, damn me. Way to greet the birthday girl,” Kaiser teased, voice still thick with sleep. She leaned in, her lips brushing over your neck before she bit down lightly.

A soft whine left you as you tilted your head, giving her more room. “Right, can’t forget it’s the princess’s birthday today.”

“Queen,” she corrected smugly, her blue eyes opening to stare at you with an intensity even now you are not fully used to. “Get it right, peasant.”

“Right, right. My mistake, your majesty. How ever shall I be forgiven?” you mused, matching the playful undertone of the moment.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Kaiser murmured, hands slipping under your shirt, cold fingers ghosting on your skin. But before either of you could push it further, someone clearing her throat interrupted the moment.

Both of you turned towards the bed.

Ness lay there, tangled in blankets, eyes barely open, but her face was already burning. “It’s barely 9am. Must you two flirt this early?” she groaned, voice laced with sleep and embarrassment. And arousement. 

Kaiser chuckled, blue eyes sarcastic as ever. “What? Are you jealous?”

Ness shifted under the covers, her red face betraying her. “I—I am not—”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Aw, Ness, we can’t help it if our queen is demanding attention so early in the morning.”

Ness shot you a weak glare but ultimately sighed, rubbing at her eyes. “I’m going to need breakfast before I deal with you two.”

“I agree,” you said, stretching slightly. “Birthday girl, what’s your royal stance ?”

Kaiser smirked. “Breakfast in bed sounds nice.”

You rolled your eyes, amusement in your tone. “Of course it does.”

“But…” Kaiser dragged out her words, her voice dipping lower as she reached for you and Ness too this time. Hands moving to caress both of your thighs. “I wouldn’t mind working up… a different kind of appetite first.”

Kaiser only laughed at Ness's flustered state, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before finally stepping back from the two of you. “Come on then, peasants. Make yourselves useful. I’ll be expecting something worthy of a queen.”

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Well, she did say she was in a mood for a different kind of appetite after all. 

So, when Ness found herself sucking on Kaiser’s breasts and you with yourself with your face in between her legs, you had nothing to say. You both worked meticulously. Ness with her tongue circling and sucking Kaiser’s pink nipple, making the blonde moan loudly. But when your tongue meets her clit, gently sucking, teasing. Slipping up and down, just enough to go past her fold and tease her entrance she grew even louder.

Her head was thrown back on the pillow as she raised her hips desperately in search and need of more. Her pale hand going in your hair, pushing your head deeper in her pussy as she grinded her face against it. Lord, it was filthy. And you loved it. The way she was letting go and yet, still holds on that control that only she knows how to. The way she looked so hot, with her legs spread, pale skin against the satin blue sheets. Your fingers teased her hole slightly, circling the edge around it as your mouth worked on her clit. 

“Fuck.. yes, more– more. Don't stop” Kaiser whines, moving to kiss Ness in a frenzy. In need to let out that pent up energy in her bones. But despite her pleading, her request, you stopped. Earning an almost offended glare by her.

“What the h–” 

“We have a surprise for you. Close your eyes” you say gently squeezing her thigh. Surprisingly, she did not protest, and did as you asked. 

And suddenly the roles were reversed once again. Your back finds its place on the mattress, Kaiser straddling your lap and Ness behind her. She opened her eyes and looked at the scene. Both of you. With your strap on. At the same time. 

“Happy birthday to me indeed” she says looking to the ceiling smugly, letting out a chuckle.

“Spread your legs for us” you whisper softly, holding onto her hips. And with her permission, the tip of the two pink strap on slowly started to sink in simultaneously in Kaiser’s pussy. 

A loud moan left the girl’s lips as she was being filled so well it was almost overwhelming, no matter how many times they tried. It will always be so beautifully fulfilling. Your hips set the pace, steady, gentle. As you take care to drag the toy deep enough to make her feel everything, alternating with Ness back and forth.

Kaiser was a mess. A fucking mess. She couldn’t think, could barely even breathe, with the way her body trembled between you and Ness. The fullness was unbearable in the best way, the stretch of both your strap ons inside her making her toes curl against the soft bed sheets. Every time one of you moved, the other stayed deep, dragging against every sensitive spot inside her like you were taking turns pulling her apart piece by piece.

“Oh—fuck,” Kaiser gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders as she rocked forward, only to have Ness tug her back against her chest, keeping her locked in place. She could feel Ness’s breath on the back of her neck, hot and teasing.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Ness murmured, dragging her hands down Kaiser’s stomach, feeling every tense muscle. “Look at you, spreading your legs like a good girl.”

Kaiser let out a half-moan, half scoff, wanting to deny it, but the words sent a shiver down her spine. “Shut up,” she muttered, though it lacked any bite. 

You chuckled, rolling your hips up again, slow, deliberate. “Still so stubborn.” Her lips were parted, her pupils blown wide, a flush creeping down her chest. “Don’t you think it’s a little late to act like you don’t love this?”

She did love it. God, she fucking needed it. But admitting that was dangerous, wasn’t it?

Ness didn’t give her time to think nor to answer though. With a smirk, she shifted her hips, thrusting forward in sync with you, deeper, harder, faster. And the sound that left Kaiser’s lips was downright obscene.

Ness giggled behind her, placing soft kisses along her jaw and her neck, while squeezing her tits at the same time. “You sound so pretty when you moan. Damn it, I want to breed you so bad right now.”

Kaiser bit her lip, a desperate attempt to hide the pathetic sound that was about to escape, but you weren’t having that. You grabbed her hips, steadying her above you before slamming up, a little harder, a little faster than before, and she broke.

Her back arched, her thighs tightening around your waist as a strangled moan left from deep within her. Ness followed your lead, matching your thrusts once more. The wet sounds of Kaiser’s pussy, the rhythm of both your hips moving in sync, the way her body trembled between you. 

She was so ravishingly beautiful.

“You wanna come?” You whispered, dragging your thumb across her clit, pressing down just enough to make her twitch. To make her go even more crazy. 

Kaiser nodded frantically, any last bit of defiance slipping away. “Y-Yeah—fuck, yeah, please—”

“Look at you,” Ness teased, her voice dripping with amusement as she kept her hold on Kaiser by squeezing her breasts more, keeping her from squirming away. “Begging so sweetly. Where’s that usual attitude, huh?”

Kaiser glared at her over her shoulder, but it was weak, especially when you angled your hips just right.

“You two– are truly– just.. Fuck, screw you two,” she groaned, though her words lacked any bite

You grinned, leaning up to kiss her, swallowing her next moan as you both fucked her through it. “Sure, later. But for now, let us screw you, pretty.”

You and your fucking mouth– 

She came so hard she saw stars, her thighs shaking, her nails drawing lines down your back.You two fucked her through the aftershocks, dragging out every last ounce of pleasure until she went completely limp in your arms. Until she was pretty sure her satin sheets were as good as ruined. 

For a while, no one said anything. There was nothing to say. Just the quiet hum of nature outside the window, the weight of Kaiser’s body pressed between you and Ness and the smell of sex lingering in the air. It just felt… right.

It was Ness who finally spoke, her voice soft. “You’re not kicking us out tomorrow morning, are you?”

Kaiser blinked, staring at the ceiling.

She wanted to say yes. It was her instinct. To push you two once again away, to never let anything get too serious. But she didn’t want to leave. Not really. Not after last night. Not after what had just happened. 

You moved beside her, watching her carefully. Your voice is quiet.  “Kaiser?”

“I—” She exhaled sharply, rolling onto her side, hiding her face into your neck. While her hand reached for Ness’s hand in between the sheets. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay,” you murmured, running your fingers through her blue ends.

Ness kissed her back, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You don’t have to figure it out alone. We don’t know what we're doing either.”

Kaiser sighed. For a moment, the fear crept back in. But then you kissed the top of her head. Ness squeezed her hip. And she knew.

She wasn’t going anywhere.

She didn’t say it. None of you did. But it was there, in the way you pulled the blanket over her, in the way Ness traced light patterns on her back, in the way months ago she put those pictures up and told herself ‘it’s just for decor’ but they have been up for months.

For the first time in a very long time, Kaiser let herself believe it. That this was real and that it was meant to stay,