Disclaimer: Galactik Football doesn't belong to me. This one-shot is inspired by the song Sex, by The 1975. You should listen to the acoustic version, it's awesome 3
Be careful with the sexual content.
I wanted to write some fic in English even if my English sucks. Sorry about that. I hope you like it, though it is a little bit weird, I must confess.
Any of them do really know how it started. The only thing D'Jok knows is that he doesn't have the strength to stop it. Or maybe he has the strength, but he simply doesn't want to.
It was both of them arguing loudly in an empty room about some damn match. How the hell was he going to control himself? He remembers the look in her eyes and the following second their mouths were together. Everything became a hazy whirlwind, and before even noticing, D'Jok was pulling her clothes off without consideration and throwing them away. In that very moment he realised that they were crossing a line and there would be no turning back, but he didn't mind.
The regret came later.
She had a boyfriend.
Tia, while doing up her blouse with a blush upon her cheeks, made him swear that no one would ever know. With an expression that showed how much she disliked him, she affirmed that it would never happen again.
D'Jok simply shrugged and let her believe her own words. What a naive girl.
They couldn't stop it and, in any case, it didn't matter. Their friendship was already ruined. Tia tried to ignore him as long as she could, but finally they ended up fucking unceremoniously where anybody could find them. It became a vicious circle, in which they fell over and over again.
She still had a boyfriend.
Tia was with Rocket, but D'Jok couldn't say that he felt guilty, even if they were betraying him.
He wanted her so bad that it was killing him. Cumming inside of her was terribly painful, because he didn't' know which of these times would be the last one. Every time they got the other undressed in their casual meetings, it was as nothing else existed. They were no longer a single fucking a taken, they were no longer mates, nor lovers. They were just a boy and a girl screwing carelessly.
When lying in bed, all alone, he stared at the ceiling and evoked her profile against the light from the window every time she sit up to get dressed. He evoked her pale skin, the constellation of freckles in her shoulders, her thin waist. And he needed a hand, or two, or Tia naked. They never hugged or fell asleep together, but D'Jok dreamt about it every night.
Tia did him in a way she had never did Rocket. When she was alone with D'Jok, she was wild, she became another woman. The first time he felt her tongue making its way down to his cock, the first time he watched her beautiful green eyes looking at him from below before exploding in her mouth, that's when he knew that he was lost.
So D'Jok pulled herself closer and bit her, sank his teeth on her neck, grabbed her breasts and penetrated her violently. He had no compassion, because he hated her and hated himself.
He hated her for not loving him. He hated himself for wanting her so much despite he knew she would never be his.
He is sure that he could be much better for her than that bastard of Rocket.
But all they do is fuck.
Yeah, she's got a boyfriend, anyway.