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his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, palms warm and slightly sweaty. he's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read—hunger and wonder and something softer mixed in.

"okay?" he asks.

you nod, swallowing. "okay."

"good." he shifts beneath you, and you feel him twitch inside you, making you gasp. his lips curl into a smirk, but it's strained, his composure crumbling at the edges. "now move when you're ready. however you want. i've got you."

you start slow. experimental rolls of your hips, testing the angle, the friction. each movement sends sparks through your nerves, makes your breath stutter. his hands guide but don't push, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your skin.

"like that," he says, voice rough. "just like that."

you find a rhythm. rocking forward, grinding down, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the quiet room. his head falls back again, eyes fluttering shut, and you watch his throat work as he swallows.

"you feel incredible," he rasps. "god, you have no idea how good you feel."

you pick up the pace, bracing your hands on his chest. the new angle makes him hit deeper, and you moan, head dropping forward. he takes the opportunity to lean up, catching your mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and desperation.

when he pulls back, he's breathing hard. his bangs are plastered to his forehead. there's a flush spreading across his chest.

"you're doing so well," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word. "fucking—perfect. you're perfect."

you roll your hips harder, chasing the friction, the pressure building low in your belly. his hands grip your waist tighter, and you can feel him fighting the urge to take over, to flip you and fuck you into the mattress.

"close?" he asks.

you nod, too breathless for words.

"me too." he laughs, shaky. "fuck, me too. you're gonna make me—"

he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips bucking up into you despite himself. you gasp at the sudden depth, your walls clenching around him.

"sorry," he grits out. "sorry, i just—you feel too good. i can't—"

his composure is crumbling. the infuriatingly cocky sorcerer is falling apart beneath you, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking where they hold you. he's babbling now, half-words and broken praises, telling you how good you are, how tight, how perfect.

"come for me," he gasps. "please. i need to feel you—"

you do. the command, the desperation in his voice, the way he's barely holding himself together—it pushes you over the edge. you clench around him, a broken moan falling from your lips as pleasure rips through you.

he follows a second later, with a groan that sounds almost pained, his hips thrusting up as he spills inside you. you feel every pulse, every hot rush of him filling you, and it draws your own orgasm out until you're trembling and spent.

you collapse against his chest, both of you slick with sweat, breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"holy shit," he mutters.

you laugh weakly. "good?"

he tilts your chin up, kissing you slow and deep.

"perfect."

itoshi rin

the prank lasts 5 minutes exactly because rin is somehow the most difficult person to prank and the easiest person to emotionally damage at the same time. 

it's late. you're both in bed. rin is half asleep already, which means he's entered that rare state where he's actually affectionate instead of pretending he isn't. 

his arm is around your waist. his face is buried in your shoulder. everything is peaceful. 

then he mutters, "i love you,” so quietly you almost miss it. 

and instead of saying it back? you pat his head. like he's a dog. 

"aw." 

… 

rin slowly lifts his head. the expression on his face. it’s devastating. offended. but most of all, confused. 

"aw?" 

"mhm." 

"what does that mean." 

"it means aw." 

"are you stupid." 

"that's kinda mean, rinnie." 

"i said i love you." 

"and i said aw." 

the stare he gives you could peel paint off walls. 

he spends the next few minutes pretending he doesn't care. keyword: pretending. 

because suddenly he's suspiciously awake. suspiciously quiet. suspiciously staring at the ceiling. you can practically hear the gears turning. 

eventually, he rolls over. away from you. dramatically. which is how you know he's bothered. 

three minutes later: "if you're upset about something, just say it." 

"i'm not upset." 

"then why didn't you say it back." 

"say what back?" 

he turns around immediately. hook. line. sinker. 

"don't play dumb." 

at the five-minute mark, you finally laugh and grab his face. 

"i love you, too." 

rin stares. realizes. stares harder. 

"... fucking hell, you're annoying." 

and then immediately pulls you closer. because he's not letting you escape after that emotional terrorism. 

itoshi sae

the prank lasts 3 minutes and 10 seconds because sae identifies the prank almost immediately. 

you're at the airport. he's leaving for training overseas again. it's one of those annoyingly cinematic goodbye moments. 

you hug. he kisses your forehead. adjusts your jacket. then says, "i love you." 

and you hit him with: "that's crazy." 

… 

sae’s expression remains the same. but he blinks. once. 

"that's crazy?" 

"yeah." 

"that's your response." 

"mhm." 

he narrows his eyes. and immediately knows. there is absolutely no panic. no confusion. only pure annoyance. 

"you're doing something." 

"doing what?" 

"getting on my last nerves." 

"wow." 

"how long are you planning to keep this up." 

you don't answer. he already won. he figured it out in two seconds flat. 

so now he's just waiting. watching. letting you commit to the bit. which somehow makes it worse. because you can't even enjoy the prank now. he's treating you like a child who proudly drew on the walls with crayons. 

after three minutes, he finally sighs. 

"are you done." 

"with what?" 

"this prank or whatever it is." 

"..." 

"you started smiling before you even answered." 

caught red-handed. 

when you finally admit it, he just shakes his head. 

"you're terrible at lying." 

"you still said i love you first though." 

"because i do." 

and then he walks away before you can tease him further. only to turn around 5 meters later and point at you. 

"don't try that again." 

he definitely smiled afterward though. you just weren't there to see it. 

nagi seishiro

the prank lasts 4 minutes and 1 second because nagi becomes weirdly clingy the second he suspects something is wrong. 

it's morning. he's leaving the apartment. very slowly though. since every task in nagi's life is performed at 0.75x speed or slower. 

shoes on. bag packed. sleepy kiss. everything normal. 

"i love you." 

"okay." 

… 

nagi stops putting on his shoe. 

"... okay?" 

"yeah." 

"okay." 

"mhm." 

another pause. he stands up. narrows his eyes at you. sits back down. 

"that's weird." 

"what is." 

"you." 

"wow." 

he ignores that. because he's now conducting a full investigation. you can literally see him thinking. which is very rare. nagi usually avoids thinking whenever possible. 

by minute two, he's abandoned all plans of leaving. practice? irrelevant. his entire focus is on you. 

he ends up laying across your lap like a giant cat. 

"do you still like me." 

"what." 

"just checking." 

"where did that come from?" 

"because you usually say it back." 

and now he's staring up at you. unblinking. this man becomes a human lie detector when he wants attention. 

minute three? he's holding your hand. 

minute four? he's got his face squished against your stomach. 

"if you're mad at me, can we solve it tomorrow." 

"why tomorrow?" 

"too tired today." 

you burst out laughing. 

"i love you, too." 

nagi immediately relaxes. 

"oh." 

"... oh?" 

"okay." 

"that's it?" 

"yeah." 

a pause. 

"let’s cuddle all day?" 

mikage reo

the prank lasts exactly 5 minutes because reo is accidentally the funniest victim imaginable. 

he's dropping you off after a date. everything went perfectly. he paid for dinner. opened doors. looked pretty. the usual. 

when you get out of the car, he smiles. that stupid charming smile that works on everyone. 

"i love you." 

and you respond with: "thank you for your service." 

… 

reo's smile vanishes. 

"my WHAT." 

"your service." 

"am i in the military???” 

"maybe." 

"what does that mean??????” 

you close the door. walk away. 

reo is already out of the driver's seat. 

"HEY." 

the next five minutes are incredible. because unlike isagi, who spirals internally, reo spirals externally. he needs answers ASAP. so he's following you down the sidewalk. 

"what service?" 

"the service." 

"WHAT SERVICE?" 

"thank you for it." 

"STOP WITH THIS RIDDLE ME THIS RIDDLE ME THAT CRAP??? PLEASE???" 

by minute two, he's listing possibilities. 

"did i forget an anniversary." 

"no." 

"your birthday." 

"no." 

"did nagi say something." 

"why would nagi be involved." 

"he's involved in most of my problems." (fair.) 

minute four? he's deadass bargaining. 

"if you're upset, i'll buy you food." 

"reo." 

"two foods." 

"you just took me out to dinner?" 

"three." 

when you finally crack and tell him “i love you, too,” he just stands there staring. processing. recovering. recalculating. then he points at you. 

"okay." 

"okay what?" 

"war has been declared." 

"reo–" 

"don't reo me. you're getting karma for this." 

the scary part? unlike everyone else on this list? reo absolutely means it. he's already planning revenge before you've even finished laughing. 

bachira meguru

the prank lasts 4 minutes and 22 seconds because bachira starts off thinking it's funny, then somehow manages to convince himself you've secretly stopped loving him, then convinces himself you're joking again, then gets sad, then gets confused, then gets distracted by a bird, then gets sad again. 

you're both walking home after grabbing snacks from a convenience store. bachira is happily swinging your joined hands between you two while rambling about some random training story. 

he's halfway through describing a goal he scored when he suddenly stops. 

"oh, by the way." 

"hm?" 

“i love youuu." 

without missing a beat, you reply, "that's nice." 

… 

bachira physically stops walking. 

"that's NICE?" 

"mhm." 

"like… a sweater?" 

"yeah." 

"like a coupon?" 

"those are nice, too." 

he stares. you keep walking. so he follows. slowly. 

"wait." 

"what?" 

"that was weird." 

"was it?" 

"very." 

for the next two minutes, he's practically orbiting around you. walking ahead. walking beside you. walking backwards in front of you. trying to inspect your face for signs of unusual activity. 

"do you still love me?" 

"why?" 

"you didn't say it back." 

"maybe i forgot." 

"YOU FORGOT? DO YOU REMEMBER NOW?" 

he looks genuinely horrified. is love a homework assignment you accidentally left at home? 

minute three is when he gets dramatic. he wraps himself around your arm. 

"if this is because i stole your chips yesterday, i can explain." 

"you ate the whole bag." 

"they were calling to me 😭” 

when you finally laugh and admit it was a prank, bachira gasps. then immediately starts laughing, too. 

"help, i was about to start performing." 

"performing?" 

"yeah. i was gonna win your love back." 

"how?" 

"serenading you with a song i made just now.” 

shidou ryusei

the prank lasts 3 minutes and 3 seconds because shidou refuses to believe you don't love him back. 

you're hanging out on his couch. he's laying upside down with his head in your lap because sitting normally is beneath him. 

out of nowhere, he grabs your hand. kisses your knuckles. and grins. 

"i love ya." 

you glance down. "cool." 

… 

shidou starts CACKLING. full-body laughing. tears in his eyes. wheezing. because he genuinely thinks you're joking. 

"good one." 

"what?" 

"the bit." 

"what bit?" 

slowly… the laughter dies. 

"pause. you're serious?" 

"about what?" 

"THAT." 

suddenly, he's sitting upright. pointing at you. 

"nuh uh." 

"nuh uh?" 

"NO." 

"what does that mean?" 

"means i reject your reality." 

he literally refuses to accept the prank. 

minute two becomes a courtroom trial. shidou presenting evidence. 

"exhibit A: you made me pancakes yesterday." 

"okay?" 

"people don't make pancakes for people they don't love." 

"that's not true." 

"OBJECTION." 

by minute three, he's grabbed your cheeks, squishing your face with one hand. while the other holds those black and white hypnosis spiral videos. 

"you love me." 

"do i?" 

"yes." 

"..." 

"yes." 

"..." 

"YES." 

you break first because his confidence is absurd. the second you admit it was a prank, he cheers like he won a championship. 

"LET'S GOOOO." 

he acts like he conquered an enemy nation. 

karasu tabito

the prank lasts two minutes because karasu notices immediately (as always), but decides to see how far you'll take it. 

you're sitting together in a café. karasu's scrolling on his phone while waiting for your drinks. 

before standing up to grab them from the counter, he leans over. quick kiss. easy smile. 

"i love ya, pretty girl." 

you nod. "appreciate it." 

… 

karasu slowly lowers his sunglasses. 

"appreciate it…?" 

"yeah." 

"that's what we're doin’ today?" 

"doing what?" 

he already knows. you can see it. he already knows. 

but instead of calling you out? he starts playing along. and suddenly, you're the one in danger. 

"appreciate it is crazy." 

"i don't know what you mean." 

"oh? then i'll start respondin’ like that, too." 

you narrow your eyes. he grins. 

minute one becomes a competition. 

"love ya." 

"thank you for your feedback." 

"love ya." 

"your application has been received." 

"love ya." 

"we'll get back to you in five to seven business days." 

now both of you are trying not to laugh. 

by minute two, karasu finally points at you. 

"alright. game's over." 

"what game?" 

"the one yer losin’." 

"i'm not losing." 

"yer smilin’." 

caught. 

he looks so smug afterward. ugh, him and his stupid sexy brain. 

kaiser michael

the prank lasts 2 minutes and 47 seconds because kaiser is physically incapable of handling rejection. 

you are in his hotel room. he's getting ready for an interview. already dressed. already pretty. already insufferable. 

before leaving, he checks his reflection one final time. then casually says, "ich liebe dich, schatz." 

the confidence. the arrogance. the certainty you'll say it back. 

and then you hit him with: "mhm." 

… 

kaiser slowly turns around. "excuse me?" 

"hm?" 

"mhm?" 

"yes.” 

he stares. absolutely scandalized. 

"that's all?" 

"what else would i say?" 

kaiser is having a genuine crisis. because in his mind there are only two possible explanations: 1. you're joking. 2. society has collapsed. 

minute one is denial. 

minute two is interrogation. 

"are you upset." 

"no." 

"you’re lying." 

"no." 

"yes." 

"mihya." 

"yes?" 

"you're panicking." 

"i don't panic." he says while actively panicking. 

the funniest part? his ego won't let him admit he's bothered. so he keeps trying to act cool. which makes it painfully obvious. 

eventually, you start laughing. and his eyes narrow immediately. 

"you little–” 

"i love you, too." 

the relief is instant. but followed immediately by offense. 

"you think that's funny?" 

"very." 

"unbelievable." 

he spends the next hour complaining. while holding your hand. 

ness alexis

the prank lasts 3 minutes and 26 seconds because ness genuinely thinks he messed up. 

and oh boy. the guilt hits FAST. 

he's about to leave for training. already standing by the door. bag over his shoulder. 

before leaving, he smiles softly. that rare smile he only really shows you. 

"i love you." 

and you respond with: "drive safe." 

… 

"sorry?" 

"drive safe." 

"i heard that part." 

the poor man looks so confused. immediately trying to figure out what happened. 

"did i do something wrong?" 

"no." 

"are you sure?" 

"yes. i’m sure." 

"really?" 

"yes." 

"really really?" 

it's been thirty seconds. THIRTY. and he's already conducting a full investigation. 

he sets his bag down. takes his shoes back off. training forgotten. this is more important. 

minute two? he's apologizing for things that happened months ago. 

"was it when i forgot to buy milk?" 

"ness." 

"or when i accidentally spoiled that show?" 

"ness." 

"or–" 

he looks like a kicked puppy. the saddest puppy imaginable. you almost crack immediately. 

by minute three, he's sitting beside you, looking genuinely worried. 

"if something's wrong, you can tell me." 

and that's when you finally surrender. because now you feel bad. 

"i love you, too." 

the relief on his face. INSANE. this man practically melts. then realization hits. 

"... wait. was this a prank?" 

"... maybe." 

ness stares. long and hard. before dramatically flopping onto your shoulder. 

"why would do that to me? 💔" 

and then five seconds later, he's hugging you again because unfortunately for him, he loves you way too much to hold a grudge. 

the silence afterward is so catastrophic that wine nearly exits your nose. 

your hand flies over your mouth too late. the sound escapes anyway – a sharp laugh that echoes through the hall. 

everyone is shocked. 

sae looks up at you for the first time. his eyes are pretty in a dangerous way. like polished glass. 

your father sighs heavily. “you were meant to entertain quietly.” 

“then they should hire quieter people.” 

another laugh slips out of you before you can stop it. 

you spend the rest of dinner pretending not to notice sae glancing toward the royal table every few minutes. 

he becomes your favorite part of the court after that. which is unfortunate. because jesters are meant to exist in the background. decorations with jokes attached. people forget they are there. 

sae refuses to be forgettable though. he lounges across windowsills during banquets with the elegance of a prince and the attitude of someone moments away from insulting a duke. he wins knife games against soldiers twice his size. he speaks to nobles like they inconvenience him personally. 

so it’s only natural that you overhear maids gossiping about him constantly. 

“he’s rude.” 

“he’s terrifying.” 

“i think he threatened a bishop.” 

“well… did the bishop deserve it?” 

the answer is usually yes. 

and that’s when you start seeking him out in quiet moments. 

sometimes he sits in the palace gardens tossing apples into the air with lazy precision. other times you find him asleep in absurd places – library ladders, balconies, once inside a window alcove while musicians performed a meter away. 

today, you discover him beneath a tree in the courtyard, reading. 

“i thought jesters were supposed to juggle.” 

without looking up, he says, “i can juggle books if that helps.” 

you smile despite yourself and sit beside him, lifting the edge of your gown away from the dirt. “what are you reading?” 

“history.” 

“willingly?” 

“sadly so.” 

his gaze flicks toward you then. subtle and assessing. you notice he does that often now. like he’s trying to figure out something. 

“you don’t act like a jester,” you tell him quietly. 

“you don’t act like royalty.” 

“that sounds insulting.” 

“it wasn’t.” 

the wind shifts softly through the courtyard trees. for a second, neither of you speak. 

then sae closes his book and says, “you look unhappy during court.” 

the honesty catches you off guard. people rarely ask you things directly. they dance around you carefully, smiling too much, lying too easily. 

“court is exhausting,” you admit. “everyone wants something from me.” 

“and what do you want?” 

you stare at him. he asks it so simply. as if the answer matters. 

“i don’t know,” you whisper. 

sae leans back against the tree trunk, eyes half-lidded. “that’s probably the first honest thing anyone in this palace has said all week.” 

the rumors begin soon after. a princess spending time with a jester becomes entertainment for the court itself. you hear whispers during dances. poor thing, they say. how embarrassing. how improper. 

one noblewoman even asks you directly, “surely you don’t actually enjoy his company?” 

you glance across the ballroom where sae stands near a marble pillar, already looking seconds away from leaving and walking out the grand double doors. but when he meets your eyes, you catch it – the faintest tilt of his lips. 

“immensely,” you answer. 

the woman nearly chokes. 

later that evening, sae corners you on a balcony overlooking the palace gardens. 

“you should stop defending me.” 

moonlight catches against the silver embroidery of his sleeves. 

you tilt your head. “why?” 

“because people are cruel to you afterward.” 

“people are cruel regardless.” 

his jaw tightens slightly. “they shouldn’t be.” 

there’s something dangerous about the way he says it. like something sharp enough to cut. 

you step closer before thinking better of it. “does it bother you?” 

“yes.” 

the answer comes instantly. your heartbeat stumbles embarrassingly hard. sae takes notes of it. his eyes lower briefly to your hands where they clutch the balcony railing too tightly. 

“you’re nervous,” he murmurs. 

“you’re staring.” 

“you’re pretty.” 

your face grows warm. the words landed with devastating ease, how did he deliver that so smoothly with not even a single stutter? 

sae watches the reaction carefully, almost curiously, like he enjoys discovering which words affect you most. 

“you say things too directly,” you whisper. 

“would you rather i lie?” 

“that would be easier.” 

he hums softly. “i’m bad at lying though.” 

you think he might step closer. you think you might let him. instead, voices echo from inside the ballroom, shattering the moment apart. 

sae clicks his tongue in annoyance. “your kingdom keeps interrupting me.” 

“my apologies.” 

“i don’t forgive you.” 

but his mouth curves slightly when he says it. 

and for the first time in years, returning to the ballroom doesn’t feel quite as unbearable as it used to be. 

✩ Gym Bag H. Chigiri

The boys were bored waiting for Ego to have the team meeting with them so they decided to play a game where they went around and said what was in their bags.

For the most part, it was normal things like hair ties, extra socks and shoes or the occasional good luck charm given to them by someone special.

And Chigiri's was the same, except for the frilly pink makeup bag with your initials that he pulled out.

"Yo?" Eita raised an eyebrow, "and you say you aren't feminine."

Chigiri rolled his eyes and threw a towel at him, "It's not mine, It's my girlfriend's."

"Girlfriend you say?" Karasu walked over and threw an arm over his shoulder, "pics or it didn't happen." The rest of the people in the gym nodded in agreement.

Reluctantly he opened his camera roll and showed them all pictures of you, to flex and to prove that you were real. And as annoyed as he pretended to be, he loved seeing them drool over the girl none of them could have but him.

✩ House S. Barou

Barou didn't really like having people over at his apartment. While he was friends and rivals with some of his teammates he also knew their cleanliness patterns and his place was immaculate. He didn't want those goons in his sanctuary of cleanliness.

They were on the way to a restaurant when a bird pooped on Isagi's shoulder, "what the hell? Sorry guys, I think I'm gonna have to sit this one out." He groaned trying not to gag.

Though he didn't want to, he also didn't want to miss out on updates from his biggest rival.

"My complex is up the street, you can borrow one of my shirts."'

"Are you gonna show us where you keep your maid outfits?" Nagi asked in his monotoned voice as he followed the group, eyes glued to his phone.

"I'm gonna push your donkey ass into some train tracks."

✩

Once they made it inside Barou glared at the group, "Shoes off and don't mess up anything... I'll be right back."

The apartment was decorated pleasantly nice. They expected it to be white walls and furniture with a hospital vibe, but instead it was very warm.

"Hey Isagi, take a look at this," Nagi said, picking your pink mug with bunny ears, "I think we were right about Barou secretly working at a maid cafe."

Isagi laughed and looked at the shoe rack near the door, "sure, but how can we explain these shoes?" He asked, picking up a pair of sandals.

"These are way too small for Barou ."

"Probably because they're not mine." Barou groaned, "They're my wife's."

"Wife?!"

"How come you've never mentioned her before?" Isagi asked, looking all over the living room for more traces of you.

Barou handed him the shirt and sighed, "I have, the two of you are just so self absorbed you never noticed?"

"Really?" Nagi asked.

✩ Reposts R. Shidou

"Soooo Shidou, are you in fantasy land again? Why are all your reposts about a relationship?" Sendou asked, showing his phone screen which was on Shidou'sTikTok page.

"The only thing I'm dreaming about is being in her pussy," Shidou laughed, dreaming about the last time the two of you were together.

"So you actually have a girlfriend?" Aiku raised a brow, "like she's not just a hookup?"

The thought of you being reduced to something as small and irrelevant as a hookup sent a feeling of rage through the striker's body.

It didn't bother him at all what they said or thought about him, but he didn't play when it came to you. So he grabbed a stray ball and chucked it at Aiku who caught it with an amused expression.

"I see it's someone serious then?" He tossed the ball to the floor then opened the app to see the reposts himself.

Sae, who'd be silently watching the whole thing sighed, "she's definitely real, this demon texts me about her constantly."

Shidou showed one of his creepy smiles, "And yet you don't respond to any of them..."

Sendou scrolled more and then he came across one that was about a one year anniversary and his face dropped into an unreadable expression.

"You mean this dunce has held down a relationship for a year and I can't even get a girlfriend? What's the catch? She's like ugly or something right?"

Shidou laughed and showed him a picture of you that he found to be the most beautiful.

"Aw hell."

✩ Lockscreen S. Nagi

If Nagi had to be described in one word, it'd be a screenager.

It was at a team meeting and Nagi's phone was on the charger, that's when his screen lit up with a notification.

"Uh Nagi? Who's this?" Hiori asked, looking at the woman on his wallpaper. Turning over he simply said, "my girlfriend."

"Oh Y/N? She's really pretty..." Reo added, smiling at the picture.

"Hey," He yawned, "only I can say that." But he didn't really care. It was true, you were pretty and he was more shocked no one knew about you beforehand.

✩ Hickeys R. Itoshi

Rin barely talked to his teammates. If it wasn't about soccer or their skills he didn't give a damn.

When they were trying on their away kits for the upcoming match he was reminded as to why he ignored them so often.

"Ooh Rin~ Looks like you have a monster of your own hmm?" Bachira chuckled. And before Rin could roll his eyes and ask what the tepid loser was on about, he got a good look at himself in the mirror.

Damn your little thigh kink.

"I'd prefer it if you didn't call her a monster." Rin scoffed, before putting on the shorts with haste.

"You mean you found someone to date you..?" Isagi laughed, "poor girl."

"You saw what my thighs looked like, imagine hers." He muttered, leaving the locker room and leaving the boys inside of it surprised as hell.

There was nothing his girl was lacking.

✩ Engagement ring S. itoshi

Like his brother, Sae didn't interact much with his teammates unless it was deemed necessary. It wasn't in a malicious way, he just felt like they had nothing to offer so he felt there was no need in talking to them.

Usually after practice Sae showered, changed, grabbed his bag and headed home.

And he did the same thing happened today, except there was one thing different.

This time he took a second to slip on a gold Cartier band onto his finger before grabbing his bag to leave.

"Sae Itoshi." Aiku walked over to him with an amused look on his face, "You're engaged?"

That caught the attention of everyone else changing in the room.

"Yeah." Was all he said as he turned on his heel to leave.

"Wait," He grabbed his shoulder, "we didn't even know you were seeing anyone."

"Why would you, It's not like it's any of your business." And with that he left, leaving the other U-20 players to think.

How in the world did Sae find someone to put up with his attitude?

part 2

“shh s’okay, go on,” he murmured breathlessly, nails gnawing into your skin as you rolled your hips with a lascivious hum. he leaned his head back, swallowing a low groan. “s-shit, love,” he cursed under his breath upon feeling the warm gush of your essence on his thigh—you came.

you whimpered at your ecstatic release with a slow circling motion of your hip, creating friction against your clit as you rode out your high. sae huffs, inclining his head back down, gazing beneath at how your slick folds exquisitely pressed against his skin. “one more, please?” you bit your lip, glinting eyes searching for his with permission, need, insatiable desire.

freeing one arm from your hips, he cupped your cheek before pulling you close for a kiss. “fuck yes. go on, love. go crazy for me.” he groans before nuzzling your neck, igniting his desires.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

“it's cute how desperate you get with just my thigh, don't you think, schatz?” you heard him say, snapping you out of your drunken daze.

you only mewled, lips parting as you panted with every movement you made. “look at you,” he cooed, eyeing your messy state—how you desperately clawed at his shoulders for balance as you continued with your pleasuring deed, how you bit your lip from the delectable sensation his thighs radiated against your cunt, and how your legs trembled needily—such an amusing picturesque in his eyes. “does my thigh make you feel good, hm?” he hums, his slight grip on your hips eliciting a moan from you.

“y-yes, so good—s-so good,” you moaned, your lips trembling as you bit your lip.

oh michael knew exactly what he's doing. you shuddered, mewling gutturally as your hips ruts faster—back and forth—reaching your forming euphoria. michael leaned his head back, groaning, his breath hitched at the exquisite warm press of your sticky clit against his skin. “micha—m-micha,” you whimpered his name, greediness tainting in every sway.

he nuzzled your neck with a needy grunt, and oh how your body delectably responds upon feeling every fan of his warm breath against your skin.

it felt so damn good.

“you wanna cum, schatz?” he whispers, eyeing the glistening trail of wetness on his skin.

you nod, chanting his name in faint whispers.

damn. how you turned him on with your desperation. he hissed, wrapping his hand around your neck, “m-micha!” you gasped, your pussy clamping onto nothingness at his harsh gesture, urging you to do more for him.

“that’s right. work for it. cum for me, schatz. ” he whispers, his voice laced with danger—malice—gutturally moaning your name as he squeezed the flesh of your ass, guiding your hips against his warmth—imprudently.