The day is February 14th, 2023. I sit in my studio apartment browsing the r/PremierLeague subreddit. Some bellend Yankee wanker on the sub had the gall to refer to a draw as a "tie," and I just had to give him an earful.

It has been almost six years since I had my faithful encounter with Daddy Yohan. The passion, the love, his thighs... his suffocating thighs. Rock-hard, piping hot, thick, and man-made.

But that was all in the past. I am without him now.

Yohan left the club during the 2018 summer transfer window, and since then, I've been a shell of my former self. No other Palace player has tickled my homoerotic fancies quite as Yohan did. I need a daddy to make me whole.

I sometimes reminisce about what could've been. Yohan and I could have lived in a log cabin far from civilization. There wouldn't have to be any sex involved. I could admire him from the fireplace. While he prepared dinner, chopping wood for the fire, I would stare at his chiseled abs and scruffy manly physique - sweat pouring off his battle-hardened body. When the sexual tension becomes too much for me to bear, I'll run upstairs and rub one off - with Yohan fully engrossed in my thoughts. I won't be able to climax, and I'll go back and stare at Yohan and repeat the cycle again and again.

That's what my life could have been, but for now, google images of Yohan will have to suffice.

Thank you all for following with fanfic. I am sorry I have not been able to push the latest installation. I have been very busy pursuing my bachelor's degree in English Literature. Thank you all for your support.

What do you guys think? Should I make a part 4?