meow

you brush his cloudlike hair as he taps his phone furiously, pouting.

“my teammates are so terrible, it’s a wonder they even hit the install button with their aims,” he huffs as you brush through a knot, making him wince as you pull.

“sorry, baby,” you apologize, giving him a kiss on the cheek before continuing, softer this time.

“‘s okay… look, this guy keeps wiping out my team,” he says, “hiorigurt, i’ll end your bloodline.”

“you’re being bad again, sei,” you say, “what did we say about trashtalk?”

“sorry. jus annoyed…”

you finish brushing his hair before giving him a kiss on the crown of his head, “what’s all the fuzz about, anyway? it’s just a game.”

“it’s fun,” he answers as you rest your chin against his shoulder, watching his phone.

“play with me instead,” you say, peeking at his face.

“but if i afk, i’ll get a penalty…” he glances in your direction for a split second before focusing on the game yet again.

“yeah, but you’re not even having fun. you’re carrying your whole team, look at the leaderboard.”

nagi contemplates for a second before…

“fine. what app?”

“i’m okay, what’s up with you?”

or when he turns and tosses in bed, disturbing even your sleep schedule.

at least not fatally, but God, does he come close.

germany had just suffered a devastating double blow in the world cup after a defeat against both paraguay and ecuador respectively, which sent bastard munchen home with their heads held low—but not kaiser.

if anything, the loss just pumped him up with more energy, more anger, more passion than anything. unfortunately for you, this translates even in bed.

your body is pressed down against the soft mattress, a complete contast to the treatment you’re getting. kaiser is rough—coarse, even—and when he fucks, he makes your mere existence feel like grounds for a punishment.

“f–fuck, take it… take all of it, you worthless slut…”

his voice is rugged as he speaks, burying his cock deep inside you as you sob against his hold.

“c–can’t anymore…”

“shut the fuck up,” he rasps, catching his breath as he looks down on you, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he hated you, “this is all you’re good for.”

his eyes look at you with such intensity, and in such a dizzy state of mind, you’re unable to differentiate if it’s lust or love that’s projecting on his irises.

he slaps you once, making you gasp and whine as his palm meets your face before he cups your cheeks aggressively, “i’m gonna dump all my cum into you and you’ll take it because that’s what you’re meant to do. do you fucking understand me?”

you whimper as you press yourself further into the bedding, a futile attempt at running away. kaiser huffs as he lets you go and starts thrusting once again.

“i’m never letting this pussy go,” he exhales as he continues bullying his cock inside, taking up every inch of your insides as he throws his head back, his adam’s apple bobbing.

and you let him, God save your soul. because you know deep down, he doesn’t mean it—all the things he says, all the mean words he throws your way and the wounds he afflicts upon your skin. he just needs to feel some sense of control after such a tough loss, and if this is exactly how he wants you, this is how he’ll get you.

“fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” sae breathes against your skin as his hands roam up and down your body sliding under your tank top to knead at your breasts making him groan.

“. . . sae,” you breathe out feeling your breathing get heavier as his hands touch your body everywhere like he owns it.

he presses his lips against your neck sucking softly leaving a faint red mark. the smell of his strong cologne making you feel dizzy and his messy magenta hair falling in your face is almost too much.

“ . . .pretty.” he quietly murmurs as his hands slip down to pull your tank top off and your bra shortly after.

his big hands moving to cup your breasts immediately leaning his face down latching his mouth onto the sensitive bud making you let out a faint moan arching into his touch.

his tongue swirling around the bud and sucking onto the skin making you chew on your bottom lip whimpering quietly.

he slowly grinds his hips against your clothed core letting out a few grunts.

“ i need to fuck you right now.”

clothes were discarded onto the floor immediately after— he has your face shoved into the mattress, ass up, on full display to sae just as he likes it.

his big hand wraps around himself pumping his throbbing length a few times before lining himself up against your entrance and shoving his thick cock into you in one thrust.

quiet moans spilling from both of you as his head falls against your back. panting and breathless as he moves his hips in a slow rhythmic motion.

“ hah… so… tight… i can just cum right now—“

he feels you clench around his cock making him groan snapping his hips against you much more aggressive than before, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every sharp thrust he does.

his hands move to give him support and rest on your waist gripping the flesh tightly enough to leave red markings. his hands occasionally slap your ass making him thrust deeper into your core.

his thick length hitting your cervix with every punishing thrust he does.

“m’ close b…baby…” he stutters out as you feel him stiffen and his pace slow down slightly.

he grips your ass tightly causing you to clench around his throbbing cock ready to spill his load into you, once he feels you clench he lets out a quiet grunt, hips stuttering before he shoves his hips deeper into you spilling his warm seed deep into you. 

he pants softly dropping his head back on your shoulders kissing your shoulder bone and neck,

“so good for me baby.”

“taking my cock like a good girl,”

boyfriend!sae who didn't realize just how many languages you spoke until he watched you switch between them so effortlessly that it barely seemed like you were thinking. he just stared for a second before quietly asking, "...how many was that?" 

boyfriend!sae who pretends he isn't impressed every time someone starts speaking to you and you immediately answer without hesitation. inside, he's already wondering what else you haven't told him. 

boyfriend!sae who loves sitting beside you while you read because you'll casually flip between books written in completely different languages like it's the easiest thing in the world. meanwhile, he's still rereading the same paragraph. 

boyfriend!sae who asks you to translate random signs whenever you're traveling together, mostly because he likes hearing you explain things. he always ends up listening longer than he originally planned. 

boyfriend!sae who secretly loves hearing you talk on the phone with family or friends because your voice changes ever so slightly depending on who you're speaking to. he notices every little difference. 

boyfriend!sae who starts asking you how to pronounce certain words simply because he wants to say them correctly. he'll repeat them until you finally tell him he got it right. 

boyfriend!sae who gets caught staring whenever you effortlessly translate conversations for people around you. every single time, he's reminded just how intelligent you are. 

boyfriend!sae who quietly brags about you without even realizing it. someone mentions you, and before he knows it, he's saying, "she speaks more languages than anyone i've ever met." 

boyfriend!sae who notices that every language seems to bring out a slightly different side of your personality. some sound softer, some more playful, but somehow you're always unmistakably you. 

boyfriend!sae who watches you help strangers who are struggling to communicate without expecting anything in return. moments like those remind him that your kindness matches your intelligence. 

boyfriend!sae who falls a little more in love every time he watches you effortlessly bridge conversations between people who otherwise couldn't understand each other. to him, it's more than just speaking different languages—it's another reminder that you're extraordinary.

an why is every serv filled w bots yo tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!

𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 2026. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.

bunny is growing on mee😓 i thought this would be perfect for him + hes hot as hell n soo big, soo yeah bunny debut!! howd i do! also i feel like he’d either be reallyy sweet in bed or just downright nasty but idk (idk spanish so i used the basics sorry n i WILL get back to my reqs now, sigh..)

the whole room felt foggy, like a hazy blissful dream and your mind was floating in it — the euphoric feeling of bunny’s dick being the only thing you could concentrate on and the intense sparks of pleasure and ecstasy that hit every time he buried himself in you.

the heat and smell of sex was practically palpable in the room, the air a swirl of his moans and your whimpers, seeping from both of your lips as you held your legs wide for him. he was stood between them, your body draped across the sheets at the edge of the bed, cunt on full display as he held onto your inner thighs.

his huge dick was making you twitch every time he fucked into you, the indecent repetitive plap! of skin to skin bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. your moans were so loud you guarantee your neighbours would be filing a noise complaint again.

not that bunny cared.

he adored the way you would call out his name, voice all raspy and whiny as he stretched you so well and so so full. he was obsessed with how your pretty pussy squeezed around his throbbing cock, a feeling he could never get tired of, as your body got closer and closer. and he was addicted to that look in your eyes — that glassy, empty look of yours that told him he had fucked you soo good you had gone dumb. not a single thought but him swimming around in that sweet little head of yours.

so of course he had to drag multiple orgasms out of you, seeing you like that was his treat.

“you still with me?” he didn’t think he had to ask with that look beginning to appear on your face but he did anyways, reaching down to slap at your cheek demeaningly. “or is your head already empty, cariño?”

his hips still meeting yours ruthlessly because he refused to slow down, you were fighting to keep your legs open, hands slippery from sweat and thighs twinging from keeping them wide open for ages.

“o-of course i am, don’t flatter, ah— yourself!” you hissed.

“really? that won’t do.” he spoke to himself acting like he was surprised that you had responded, “i’ll have to fix that.”

he was laughing slightly, the tone of it cruel sounding as he halted his movements and leaned in. you were dwarfed by his giant frame in instant, the entirety of his weight pressing against you, crushing you under his heaviness.

and it only made you wetter.

your glistening tits pushed to his scarred chest, he was kissing you sloppy — nipping at your bottom lip before dipping his tongue in your mouth, keen to taste you. you were struggling to match his frantic hunger, only able to moan into his mouth as he sucked on your tongue.

“concentrate on me.” he panted, pulling away as strings of spit stretched between you two. “you can do that for me, can’t you?”

you had never nodded so fast in your life, eyes locked with his crimson ones, not a lick of hesitation on your face. he pressed a kiss to your lips again, gentle and brief this time, a stark contrast to the one previously and you felt your knees go weak.

hands now coming to rest on your waist, he resumed — drawing you into his pounds and moving just as swiftly as before, not sparing a single second to build the pace back up. a thick ring of combined cum settled at the base of his dick and your cunt seemed to squelch louder, your added wetness only increasing the perverted sounds of the room.

your legs were slowing closing and your hands were slipping, fatigue battered joints trying to catch a break when bunny’s hips were coming to a halt again, voice teasing you as he gazed at you hopelessly.

“princesa, don’t do that,” he was swatting your arms away and folding you himself, angling your ass and hips a little higher, spreading your legs further and gripping down behind your knees. “how am i meant to see that pretty pussy if you do, hm?”

the newfound angle was insane. his already stupidly giant dick had found a place deep inside your creamy walls that made your fingers crawl at the sheets, his fat tip that had shot several loads into you was pressed up at your cervix and your pussy that had already squirted a dozen times was ready to spray more.

“b-bunny! ohh, you’re gonna make me cum!” it felt like he was in your lungs, your cunt only able to clench around his length as you pathetically whimpered.

“so soon?” he chuckled, “it’s okay, you don’t need to think, just keep focused on me.”

he was driving his hips flush to yours, knocking the breath out of you and making you cry out, the waves of pleasure hard to contain. you really were so close already, teetering on the edge of your orgasm as your eyes turned into the back of your skull — pussy fluttering as his thumb found your clit.

“cum on this dick, cariño.” he was groaning at the tight hug from your walls, your swollen bud pulsing under his touch. your orgasm was brewing, his thumb putting delicious pressure on the bundle of nerves, the stimulation intense and hot.

mouth open and jaw slack, you were losing your mind, cunt clenching his dick like a vice and splashing his abdomen with liquid as your vision went white. even though this was around the fourth orgasm, it was mind shattering — hitting even harder than the previous ones. your were legs trembling and spine curving off the clammy sheets, thoughts cloudy as he fucked you through it.

“f-fuck, there you go.” bunny was smiling smug at your expression. oh how he loved it, you were so pretty like this.

you were in ruins — the only thing you were capable of doing was moaning, eyes rolling and irises flicking into the back of your head, drool spilling off the corners of your lips and clinging to your cheek. your brain felt like fucking mush.

“you still with me now?”

“mmmh.” you slurred, your head obviously up in the clouds. the overstimulation your poor cunt was enduring felt divine and you were coating his dick a milky white.

“that’s what i thought, fuck— this pussy’s killing me, princesa.” pushing his twitching cock into your sensitive heat, his moans were only getting more vocal now as he began to reach his peak, fingers leaving an impression into your skin as the veins in his arms bulged. “does she want to be filled up, huh? does she want my cum?”

“y-yeah!” you were mindlessly yelping the word, balling the sheets in your fists and whining his name because he was the only thing on your mind.

“then i’ll give it to her.”

knuckles turning white as his hold on your thighs tightened, he was meeting your pussy with a particularly hard thrust and releasing straight into your overstuffed womb, a loud broken groan leaving his lips. your entire body shuddered at the sensation, cunt sopping and glistening as he pulled out, multiple rounds worth of cum leaking out your hole.

“look at that.” he was running two thick fingers over your slit, gathering the drip and shoving it back into your cunt. “can’t waste any after you begged for it.”

“t-too much...” you whimpered, limp and exhausted, unable to scoot away from him.

(aged up!Rin)

The room smelled like sweat, spent friction, and the sharp, medicinal tang of the muscle rub Rin insisted on using before every match.

Rin didn't move for a long time. He stayed heavy, his forehead pressed into the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged, humid hitches that dampened your collarbone. This was the only time the tension ever truly left his shoulders, in the immediate, hazy aftermath of a physical exertion so total it managed to drown out the noise in his head.

You shifted slightly, a sharp intake of breath catching in your throat as your muscles protested. The ache was deep, centered in your core and radiating down your thighs, a dull, pulsing reminder of how he’d just dismantled you. When Rin played, he played to destroy. He brought that same suffocating, obsessive intensity to the bed, treating your body like a pitch he had to dominate, every touch a calculated strike, every movement designed to elicit a specific, ruinous reaction.

He heard the hitch in your breath. Immediately, the heavy weight of him shifted.

He pushed himself up on his elbows, hair damp and clinging to his forehead, obscuring that sharp, teal gaze. He looked down at you, his face settling back into its usual mask of icy indifference, but the way his hands stayed anchored to your waist, thumbs tracing the dip of your hips, betrayed him.

"Don't move," he muttered. His voice was a low rasp, stripped of its usual venom.

"I wasn't going anywhere," you managed, your voice sounding thin and airy even to your own ears. "Kind of hard to move when my legs feel like they’ve been through a blender."

Rin’s jaw tightened. He didn't offer an apology; he didn't do those. Instead, he slid off you, the sudden absence of his heat making the air-conditioned room feel biting. You watched him move, the lean, predatory grace of a professional athlete, even when he was just walking across a darkened bedroom. He didn't put on clothes. He didn't check his phone .

He disappeared into the en-suite bathroom. You heard the sound of water running, the clatter of a basin.

You closed your eyes, letting your head sink back into the pillow. Your body felt liquified. Every nerve ending was still humming, caught in the low-frequency vibration of what he’d just done to you. He was always like this, all or nothing. He didn't know how to be gentle until the 'game' was over.

The bed dipped. You opened your eyes to find Rin sitting on the edge of the mattress. He had a bowl of warm water and a soft cloth.

"Sit up," he commanded.

"Rin-"

"I said sit up."

It wasn't a cruel command, just his usual bluntness. You pushed yourself up, wincing as the friction of the sheets stung your sensitized skin. Rin reached out, his hand steady as he gripped your shoulder to stabilize you. He began to wipe you down, his movements methodical and surprisingly light.

He started with your chest, cleaning away the salt of his own sweat. He was focused, his brow furrowed in that way it always was when he was visualizing a play. He treated this with the same grim perfectionism he applied to his corner kicks.

"You're shaking," he noted, his voice flat.

"You're a lot to handle, Rin. I think we’ve established that."

His eyes flickered up to yours. Those long, heavy under-eyelashes, the ones he shared with the brother he hated, cast shadows over his cheekbones. For a split second, the coldness flickered. There was something raw there, something that looked suspiciously like concern, before he buried it under a layer of boredom.

"Pathetic," he murmured, though he eased the pressure of the cloth. "If you can't keep up, stay off the field."

"This isn't a field, and I'm not a defender you’re trying to dribble past."

"Hn."

He moved the cloth lower, his touch clinical but lingering. He took his time, cleaning the marks he’d left on your thighs, the dark blooms of purple where his fingers had gripped you too hard. He didn't look away from the bruises. He traced one with the pad of his thumb, his expression unreadable.

This was his aftercare. He wouldn't whisper sweet nothings. He wouldn't tell you he loved you in a way that sounded like a poem. He showed it in the way he tended to the wreckage he caused. It was a silent acknowledgement of the power he had over you, and the responsibility he felt to put the pieces back together once he was done breaking them.

When he finished, he set the bowl aside and disappeared again, returning with a glass of water and two ibuprofen. He handed them to you without a word.

"Drink."

You obeyed, the cool water soothing your parched throat. When you set the glass on the nightstand, Rin was already pulling the duvet back. He climbed in beside you, but instead of turning his back to sleep, he pulled you against him.

He ran his hand down your spine, his palm large and warm. He tucked your head under his chin, his heartbeat steady and strong against your ear.

"Rin?"

"Shut up and sleep," he grumbled, his grip tightening just a fraction. "You have to be able to walk tomorrow."

"Big match?" you teased softly, closing your eyes.

He was silent for a long moment. You thought he’d fallen asleep, or that he was ignoring you in favor of whatever tactical demon he was currently wrestling with. But then, his breath fanned over the top of your head, and his voice came out barely a whisper, stripped of the ego, the rivalry, and the bitterness.

"No," he said. "I just don't want you hurting."

You let the exhaustion take you, anchored by the weight of his arm and the silence of a room where, for once, the world outside didn't matter. There were no brothers to surpass, no rivals to crush. There was just the heat of him, the ache in your bones, and the slow, steady rhythm of a heart that only beat this way for you.

It was the closest you’d ever get to a confession. You reached out, sliding your hand over his ribs, feeling the rhythm of his breathing. Underneath the monster, the prodigy, and the vengeful younger brother, there was just this, a boy who didn't know how to be soft, trying his best to hold onto the only thing he hadn't tried to destroy.

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you? you have to suffer through shampoo, conditioner, a hair mask, hair oil, and then a hair dryer, only for your hair have barely half the shine hugo's does — and it's just so unfair!

"but i love your hair, mon chou…" you can hear the pout in hugo's voice, his face blocked by your phone while he lies across your lap, one of his hands playing with the ends of your hair.

"you only say that cause you're dating me." you huff, setting your phone to the side so you can see hugo's face. and just as you predicted, there was a pout playing at his lips, albeit a small one.

"i'm not a liar," he frowns, sitting up from your lap to take your hair in his hands. "i love it when you ask me to help you dry your hair, or when you ask me to braid it. and…"

hugo pauses his speech and his actions to pull you onto his lap, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. your hands instinctively wrap around his neck to stabilise yourself, and you find your eyes staring into his.

he leans in closer, until his lashes are practically resting on yours, and captures your lips in a kiss that makes your brain feel fuzzy and your cheeks warm. your position changes before you realise it, now laid on the bed as he hovers over you, his eyes half-lidded, and all you can hear is the blood rushing to your ears and his sultry voice.

Bunny Iglesias like’s to see you try to fight him back.

He always knew you had a sharp tongue, but god, you were so snarky—and that made him completely hooked.

Can’t you see how you’re just making yourself look dumb by always trying to come up with insult to him,when you are already dumb enough from his cock?

Such a pathetic girl you were.

“Nuh-uh,” he tuts, while he gripped your waist tigther, shoving you hard against the mattress while prying your thighs apart, while you were trying to clamp them shut by the sheer overstimulation that you were feeling.

“F'uck- hic -you, b-bunnyy,”you whined making your voice a wavering mess , while you clawed on his back.

“Mírame, muñeca. See how—coño—oh fuc’k”— bunny grunted in-between his thrusts every inch of his cock was buried snug inside of you, “see how good we are together when you aren't trying to fight me?"

He looked down at you with smirk spreading across his face while he watched your nails claw on his chest leaving deep, bright red marks against it but, but he didn't bothered.

If anything, he just pinned you harder against the bedding and kept on trusthing until his head reach’s into deep inside of your womb, pressing down and making a visible tummy bulge.

Your cunt was squelching obscenely with every harsh thrust he made, slamming you onto his cock with every whine or complaint you let out.

Bunny was huge, you fuckin hated how he’d always be such an annoying tease, but it made you feel intoxicated. Helping you to orgasm to orgasm. With your mouth hanging wide open with smear of drool coming out and breathless moans.

It was a humiliating sight to see, when your pinned down, him fucking your mind and body into oblivion with every trust or his fingers simple fondling or sucking your your tits while completely depriving the other breast of touch.

Or finding your g-spot so quickly and his rubbing it in two times the tempo, making you hit your climax so fast and him straight up licking your own mess.

Fuck Bunny Iglesias, he was so fuckin mean, why the fuck was he also mean to you?

whenever he denied you to cum, he just simply laughs at your miserable face and your overstimulated body.

He’d make you beg just to appease his own ego. ‘Fuck him….Fuck him…’

“F’uckin hate you so mu’ch—” your words were cut short, muffled into a heavy mhmph as his mouth crushes down on yours and thrusting deep into your cunt and hitting your cervix. Making your fingers gripped into his shoulder blades, clinging onto him.

“I’m so—close—You can feel it right? oh fuck princesa—," he whispered to your ear, with his voice dripping with mockery at the sight he was seeing destroying you and your cunny.

your breath hitched feeling him too deep and , bunny he was so drunk on your pussy’s warm walls.

And you were unable to form anymore snarky words. going dumb on his stupidly large dick while you mewled.

Your stubborn pride finally shattered, leaving you completely exposed and trembling beneath him.

Which he noticed, which just fed his ego more seeing how you were slowly loosing control of yourself.

“Oh?” he purred, shifting his weight to press even harder against you, “look at that. You like being treated like a joke, don't you?” he then went in harder and started to pinch on your nipples making you arch you back more and shudder, but bunny only simply pushes you harder, back down, completely denying you of any relief.

Leaving an embarrass look in your face.

“B-bunnyy...” you gasp out, your voice cracking as your head is pinned back. "I’m going to—please—oh I fuckin' hate you so—ack!—m’uch—"

The words left abruptly leaving yourself drooling. You clang to him while he kept on moving sliding in and out of your walls making lewd and squelching noises by how much wet you’ve gotten and from your first orgasm just mins earlier.

Your fingers go limp against his shoulders hanging onto his body for dear life , and your glare melted into a dazed, completely undone.

Everything was a blur, your mind completely blanked out from bunny’s way of humiliating you.

You felt yourself slipping away into the quiet haze, helpless to do anything but stare up as Bunny who cooed mockingly over your pathetic, breathless face.

“Look at you,”he purrs, right against your jaw. Giving you a peck. You try to fight back, tensing your muscles and shoving your elbows up to push his weight off you.

But he denies you instantly. He pins your wrists back into the pillows, completely cutting off your escape before you can even move an inch.

He leans down, his breath hot against your ear “Ni lo pienses, muñeca, you’re not going anywhere.” You almost want to cry, the sheer pleasure you're receiving.

Then at his last thrust and climaxed inside of you spilling his entire cum making you whine out so loud and shudder from head to toe instensly stimulated while he slid his dick out of you.

You can only stare up at the ceiling, breathless and completely dazed, entirely blanked out of your mind.

From the heavy, exhausted haze of the climax, all you can see is the blurry silhouette of Bunny.

Red eyes gleam down at you, watching your body gone completely limp , before he slightly leaned cooing at how quiet you've become. Then leans close, pressing a faint, lingering kiss against your forehead, “You did well princesa.”

rin looks up from his phone, his thumb freezing mid-scroll. the sarcasm he usually keeps on the tip of his tongue completely vanishes.

you step outside, smoothing down the fabric of the dress. you looked incredible. the color perfectly complemented your skin, the fit was stunning. you looked so completely out of his league that his chest actually tightens.

his mind goes entirely blank.

"um... rin?" you shift your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense stare. "does it look okay?"

rin swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry. he opens his mouth to speak, to say something normal like 'yeah, it looks good' or 'you look nice.'

instead, a tiny, choked-up squeak is the only sound that escapes him.

his eyes widen in horror at his own voice. a massive wave of heat rushes from his neck straight up to his cheeks. rin violently yanks the collar of his black turtleneck upwards, burying his face into the fabric until only his wide, panicked teal eyes are visible.

"rin?" you take a step closer, tilting your head. "are you okay?"

"d-don't look," he mutters, his voice completely muffled by his sweater.

he actively avoids your gaze, staring intensely at a random pair of shoes on a nearby shelf. his eyelashes are fluttering rapidly, and his ears are turning a bright, unmistakable crimson.

"is it that bad?" you ask, your shoulders dropping slightly.

"no!" rin blurts out, a little too loud, a little too desperate. he winces, his hands clenching into fists inside his jacket pockets. he takes a slow, shaky breath through his nose, trying to regain his composure, but every time his eyes dart back to you, his heart does a flip.

he wants to tell you that you look beautiful. he really does. but the words are physically stuck in his throat, blocked by a wall of pure, agonizing shyness.

"it's..." rin starts, his voice dropping into a quiet, uneven whisper. he clears his throat, staring hard at the floorboards. "it's not bad. it's...the opposite of bad."

you blink, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you realize what's happening. "the opposite of bad? so...good?"

rin gives a single, stiff nod, his eyes still glued to the floor. the flush on his face is so hot he feels like he’s running a fever.

"do you think it makes me look pretty?" you tease gently, leaning into his line of sight.

"just... buy it," he chokes out, his knuckles turning white inside his pockets. "you look...nice, okay? change back already. you're killing me."

sae had played in front of packed stadiums without feeling nervous once. somehow, getting his slightly drunk girlfriend through the front door was proving much harder.

"sae."  "...hm?" you were holding onto the sleeve of his jacket, staring up at him with the most serious expression he'd ever seen.

"your face is really symmetrical."

"...thank you."

"no." you shook your head. "it's suspicious."

sae unlocked the apartment before gently guiding you inside. "normal people aren't that symmetrical." he closed the door behind you both. "take your shoes off."

you looked down at your feet before slowly looking back at him. "...i can't."

"why?"

you leaned closer, lowering your voice dramatically. "...the floor is waiting."

"waiting for what?"

"to eat me."

sae looked down at the perfectly normal hardwood floor. "...right."

without another word, he crouched down and untied your sneakers himself. you watched quietly before reaching over to pat his hair. "...you're nice."

"i know."

once your shoes were off, sae stood back up. "stay here."

"where are you going?"

"getting you water."

you frowned immediately. "...what if i miss you?"

"you'll survive."

"but what if i don't?"

he looked at you for a second before walking into the kitchen anyway. when he came back, you were sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring at one of the houseplants.

"...what are you doing?"

you pointed proudly. "she's pretty."

"...the plant?"

"mhm."

helooked at the plant."...she is."

your face lit up. "see? you get it."

he handed you the glass of water. "drink."

surprisingly, you listened without arguing. after a few sips, you looked at him again. "...sae?"

"what?"

"your eyelashes are really long."

"..."

"do they get in the way?"

"no."

"are you sure?"

"...yes."

"that's good."

he took the empty glass from your hands, setting it on the counter before guiding you toward the bedroom. you made it exactly three steps before stopping. "...carry me."

"you can walk."

"emotionally."

sae closed his eyes for a brief second "...that doesn't even make sense."

"it does to me."

despite his words, he slipped an arm around your waist anyway, helping you the rest of the way. the second you reached the bed, you flopped down dramatically before shuffling closer the moment he sat beside you.

"you’re warm."

he pulled the blanket over you, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from your face. "better?"

you nodded sleepily.

"...sae?"

"hm?"

a tiny smile appeared on your face. "...i'm really happy you're my boyfriend."

his expression softened almost immediately. "...go to sleep."

"okay."

within minutes, your breathing evened out. tomorrow morning, you'd probably deny every embarrassing thing you'd said. the compliments, the plant, the emotional carrying request.

sae would let you, after reminding you about it every chance he got for the next week.

an j i missu say you love me 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 2026. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.

a/n: GOOD NEWS, i FINALLY got an apartment in japan in less than 3 weeks of moving there wow kura you barely made it 😍

so sorry i haven't been posting as much, it was mainly bc of that 😭😭

synopsis: the two of you just make sense together. 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, chigiri hyoma, barou shoei, yukimiya kenyu, hugo vivian

isagi yoichi

nobody knows how the two of you accidentally became one of the hardest couples on earth because, individually, you're both surprisingly approachable, to say the least. 

isagi smiles too much. you laugh too loud. you wave at old ladies crossing the street. and the second you're standing next to each other? something shifts. it's like your auras synchronize into one singular, terrifying force field. strangers physically move out of your way without realizing they're doing it. 

people will literally whisper, "that's isagi yoichi and [name]," as if they've just spotted royalty at the airport. it's not because either of you are trying to look intimidating. you're simply standing there with matching black coats, the same pace, mirroring expressions because the two of you are listening to the same music through one wired earpod. that's enough to make everybody else feel like background characters, like sorry for ever stepping foot in the same AIRPORT as you two. 

he's the type to unconsciously copy everything you do. if you shove your hands into your pockets, so does he. if you lean against the wall, he follows two seconds later. your body language eventually becomes so synchronized that fans start making side-by-side compilations titled: "[name] and isagi sharing one braincell, but they make it attractive." 

the funniest part is that behind the scenes? "yoichi." "yeah?" "your bag is open." "... again?" the aura evaporates instantly the moment nobody's watching. 

after world cup matches, photographers practically beg you two to look at the camera together because every single photo goes triple platinum. you don't even pose. isagi has one arm around your waist, you're fixing his medal because it's crooked, he's looking at you instead of the camera... done. it becomes an accidental renaissance painting. 

everybody says you make him look cooler. everybody also says he makes you softer in a way. together, you land perfectly in the middle. 

“. . . fuck,” kaiser grumbled.

you whimpered, feeling even smaller than you already felt. kaiser was on top of you, looking at your slick-coated pussy that throbbed in utter desperation.

he brought his fingers to lightly glide up and down your sensitive, gummy folds.

“aaah. . . micha. . .” you moaned, your body freezing completely under his touch.

“so wet,” he rasped. “fuck.”

his hands moved to grab your hips, pulling you more firmly against him. you felt the throbbing of his dick pulse along your wet slick.

he grabbed the base of himself, beginning to push the tip in.

“mnnn. . . fuck . . .” he shuddered, his breathing becoming more staggered. “won’t. . . fit. . .”

he pushed more firmly into you, filling you up with only a few of his inches.

“m—micha!” you squirm, already feeling completely lost and dazed.

he brought a hand to your mouth, effectively silencing you as he tried to completely focus on fitting the entirety of himself inside your pussy.

“shuddup,” he groaned. “i got it.”

and with a more definitive push, he managed to fit his entire length inside of you, making you gasp into his palm from the stretching sensation.

“oh— fuuckk,” you moaned.

“mmnn. . . schieße. . .” he heaved, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt your walls tightly squeeze against him.

he pulled his hand away from you, his arms caging you in and holding himself up. languidly, he began rolling his hips, his dick slightly going in and out of your tight and stubborn pussy. with each movement kaiser made, a lewd wet squelch! could be heard between your two bodies.

“s’tight . . .” he moaned. he let his head fall back as he struggled pulling himself fully out of you. “god. . . can’t even fuck you. are you sure you’re turned on?”

he let himself still, his cock buried inside of you as he waited for an answer.

“y—yes, i swear,” you nod frantically, your tone a needy whine. “p—please. . .”

he let out a huff of air, seemingly unconvinced. “y’sure?”

you arched your back, pressing more against him in a desperate attempt to show just how you honest you were being.

kaiser’s eyes narrowed, his cheeks flushing. “fuck.”

he resumed his pace, his hips stuttering every time he had to pull back out. your whimpers and whines filled the room, feeling too fucked-out to say anything coherent.

kaiser groaned softly, his tone slightly pained. you could feel the incessant pulsing of his hard dick, and how full and almost claustrophobic it made you.

his pace managed to quicken slightly, causing your breath to hitch as he rocked himself into you once more.

“mmmnff. . . s’fuckin’ good,” he moaned. “god. fuck.”

his lips parted and his eyes became glossy. his gaze stayed fixed on your chest as he continuously kept going back and forth into you.

your lips trembled as you neared your release. “m—micha. . . m’gonn—”

“i know, i know,” he grunted, his energy being used to thrust in and out of you.

kaiser’s body went tense the faster he went to chase his finish. he slightly collapsed more onto you as his dick stirred.

“f—fuck!” you whine, your orgasm gushing out of you and all over onto kaiser’s twitching cock.

“yeah,” he panted, his voice low and guttural. “cum all over me.”

his breathing momentarily gave out as his cock began shooting warm ropes of cum inside of you, making you muffle a pained whimper. the feeling of his juices filling you up made your thighs squeeze around him, as if so you could latch onto a sense of stability.

kaiser’s tense body stiffened as he hovered over top of you. he placed his focus on catching his breath as he looked at you with a heavy, pussy-drunk gaze.

as he finally caught his breath, he spoke, “y’feel so good.” he collapsed more on top of you. “could be inside this pussy forever.”

“what are you looking at?”

“my boyfriend.”

his grin broadens and he crawls onto the duvet. he doesn’t intend to, not at first, but it’s all too easy to fit himself over your prone form. kisses your nape, curls around you. you can smell the soap on him, raising your head just so to cushion your cheek over the arm he slides under your chin.

“yeah? how’s he looking?”

“pretty good.” you close your eyes, breathing in his scent, feeling the brush of dark hair as he nuzzles into you. “better than you.”

isagi laughs easily. “I’m sure. should I be jealous? I’m away often enough.”

“I’ll think of him every day you’re away.”

isagi noses at your cheek, nipping at it gently. once, twice, and when you whine in protest, he kisses the apple apologetically. hardly. you can feel the smile against your skin.

pale, tattooed hands thrust in and out of you as you cry. kaiser’s free hand forcibly opens and separates your legs as he sits behind you on the couch with you on his lap, one leg perched up in between your thighs.

“m-micha—!”

you sob, nails clawing into his arm as one hand wraps around your mouth to keep quiet.

“p–please… ‘m sorry…” you muffle between your fingers, whimpering.

“no way, schatzi. you wanted a rose toy so badly, didn’t you?” he scoffs, completely dismissing your pleas as he quickens his pace.

“i–it was a— fuck..! mmpgh—! a joke..!”

“shh, just take it…” he hums, nuzzling into your neck as he breathes in your scent, “be a good girl for me and take it, yeah?”

“micha…” you all but whine, trying to put your face against his in an attempt to guilt trip him, “please, baby… i’m sorry…”

kaiser slows down, looking into your eyes with mock sympathy. “yeah, baby? you’ll be good?”

you nod eagerly, practically writhing underneath his gaze. “p–promise…”