my name is allie, i use she/her pronouns, iām in my 20s and iām latina (born, raised & living in latam). i am a multifandom blog and i post both sfw + nsfw content <3
And Dream Porco since he will always be the Allie man of all men! (pls)
BROOOOOOOOOOO my husband <3333 this one is actually so sad but it has such a pretty beginning.......... lmk you porco fuckers out there if you want me to continue it bc i truly liked this one. like you can't tell bc the beginning is so cute............ but trust it would destroy you
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A soft, airy chuckle fills the silent room before you even open your eyes. Hovering over your body, Porco presses his lips against your neck and jaw one, two, three times, leaving chaste kisses all over your skin. Your hands sleepily travel up his back, feeling the fabric of his t-shirt on our fingers until you reach his dishevelled blonde locks. You run yours fingers across his scalp, humming contently as you start to wake up and finally feel the warmth of Porco's body on top of you.
"Hi," you say, openings your eyes. You blink a few times, your boyfriend's face becoming clearer each time. "Everything okay?"
"I was bored," he replies, continuing to kiss all over your skin.
"You woke me up because you were bored?"
"Yeah," he admits. He finally raises his head, his golden eyes locking with yours. "Got a problem with it?" he asks with a teasing smirk.
Situationship Levi you say? I remember when you said you suddenly had a Levi phase, tell us more
i DID and this piece happened during that phase i believe. surprisingly i do have a rough draft (!!!!!!) for this one hehe
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You don't have a key, but your left-overs from last night are still on his fridge.
You heat them on the microwave, ignoring Levi's 'use the pan, for fuck's sake' as he leaves the kitchen. It's not long until your fried noodles with veggies are ready. The plastic contained is a bit wonky due to the heat, but at least this way you won't have to clean up after.
Grabbing a fork from Levi's drawer, you follow him, sitting on the other side of the couch. You kick your shoes off and shuffle until you find a comfortable position, back against your favourite cushion and legs tangled with his. Eating in silence, you observe Levi for a moment as he scribbles down on a stack of papers. His eyebrows are furrowed, as they usually are when he's at campus, and you can almost listen to his rude comments as he continue to read what you suppose are his student's papers of the week.
"I remember once they banned red ink pen from my teachers, back in school," you mused, taking another bite of your noodles. Levi stays in silence, but you know it's an invitation for you to continue. "Apparently seeing a lot of red ink on your homework makes you feel bad about yourself. So teachers had to use blue instead."
"That's stupid," he says, striking half a paragraph as he turns the page over. "You felt better if you failed in blue?"
"Can't say," you shrugged. A playful smug draws upon your lips. "I never failed anything in school."
This makes Levi raise his gaze at you, a controlled smirk on his face.
"Could've fooled me," he says, before going back to grading. You take your phone and begging scrolling on Twitter. His left hand comes to rest on your ankle.
It doesn't last long, though. Soon enough, you're throwing away your take-out contained and leaving the fork on the sink. You take a quick trip to the bathroom and brush your teeth thoroughly, until there isn't a trace of the soy sauce flavour on your tongue. When you're done, you take an extra moment to look at your toothbrush next to Levi's. His has a small plastic cap for extra protection, creating a contrast with yours, sparkling orange with some bend bristles. You gaze at your reflection in the mirror for a few moments, taking the time to brush away some stray hairs with your fingers. You bite down your lips to make it plumper and redder and pinch your cheeks to try and get the same result. When you're content with the result, you make your way towards Levi again, his eyes still fixed on the papers on his lap.
"How many do you have left?" you ask. His pen stops for a moment.
"A few," he says, as casually as he can for a man who didn't even check how many papers he hadn't read yet.
His answer, however, draws a grin upon your face. Carefully, you take the stack of papers and leave them on the nearest coffee table. Levi doesn't move, just looks at you with an unamused face that could've made anyone else step back-- but not you. Instead, you comfortably sat on his lap, your legs at each side of his hips.
"I need to finish those for tomorrow," Levi says, his hands sliding up your thighs.
finally organized my google keep notes and put them into obsidian so here's a bunch of ideas i have (some of them will never see the light... some will) you can ask what some of them are about hehe
me imagining levi closing his eyes when you suck him off because if he first saw you kneeling in front of him with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, heād cum on the spot
I want to talk about the harm caused by trying to police AI in creative communities, because things are getting really toxic. For the record, I dislike generative AI too. I think itās built on theft and goes against the point of human expression. But turning online spaces into places where everyone is watched just to catch 'AI users' is hurting marginalized creators. Before you accuse someone based on a gut feeling or an unreliable detector, remember this: What people call AI 'tells' often look a lot like standard ESL writing. Non-native English speakers usually use structured, precise grammar or stick to common transitions because thatās how they learn the language. Accusing someone of using AI just because their writing sounds 'too clean' or 'formulaic' is often just xenophobia. This also hurts neurodivergent or hyper-focused writers. Many writers on the spectrum have their own structured styles, or they can write a lot in a short time. Calling high productivity or a different writing style 'robotic' pushes away the very people who make fan spaces interesting.
The 'witch hunt' mindset does real damage. A community can handle a few cases of bad, AI-generated text getting through. What it canāt handle is a place where creators are too scared to post because a few loud voices are ready to attack them over a simple sentence.
AI models are trained on very structured, perfect grammar. So when a real person uses precise words, common transitions like 'Furthermore' or 'It is important to note,' or textbook grammar, detectors often say itās AI. Thereās a real ESL bias: studies show non-native English speakers get falsely accused much more often. Because ESL writers use standard words and sentence structures, detectors often flag their real work as robotic. One Stanford study found that 61% of essays written by international students were wrongly flagged as AI by at least one detector.
I want to end with one last message: stop trying to act like a digital cop. If you donāt like something, just move on. Unless someone openly says they used Gen AI, forcing people to defend themselves in public is ruining the spaces weāre trying to protect.
speaking 3 (now studying for the 4th) languages is all fun and games until you're trying to practice speaking and suddenly you say shit like "kaiser est trĆØs schƶn"
āĀ pairing:Ā michael kaiser/itoshi sae
āĀ words:Ā 2.5k
āĀ tags/warnings:Ā +18, both are professional football players, threesome (M/M/F), oral sex, anal sex, double penetration, drinking, emotional tension, character study in a way
āĀ a/n:Ā i had some trouble at first writing sae's pov because he doesn't really have access to his inner emotional world, he doesn't spiral like kaiser, so i worked on my writing and hopefully it shows!! also i can't believe the time that i do work on my writing the hardest is the one with dp on it sdfjkhsdf
āĀ also available on ao3
part 2 of you're an angel, i'm a dog. or you're a dog and i'm your man
When Sae saw Michael again, it made sense.
Sitting sprawled out of the sofa, with a girl sitting on his thigh as she kissed his jaw and neck. His hand rests on her hip, fingers playing with the hem of her riled up dress, while the other nurses his drink. A man stopped in front of Michael, blocking Saeās view entirely except for his legs. The lines that formed on his pants gave an inkling of how thick his thighs actually were. The man shifted his weight and Sae watched as Michaelās hands sneaked under the girlās dress and blatantly squeezed her ass. He removed it just as quickly, drumming his fingers on her hip in a familiar way.
She had a rather nice ass, Sae thought, as he continued listening to Bunny explain, in a rather convoluted way, why he couldnāt give him the 1500 euros he owed him right in that moment. Something something, dead phone, missing wallet, of course. That also, somehow, didnāt surprise him.
āI guess youāre going to have to stay at the party of a bit then,ā Bunny said in a playful tone. āOur little bet can wait, right? I mean, everyone who knows anyone is here. And the girls, manā fuck, this is Heaven. Condoms are in the bathroom, by the way. And like, everyone here is kind of fucked up already. No one wouldā¦ judge, you know?ā
Saeās eyes returned to Bunny, his eyebrows furrowed. āWhat?ā
āIām just saying dude, like, this is Europe. Who hasnāt done it already,ā he shrugged, his head tilting to his left. Saeās eyes followed his movements, landing back on Michael. Of course.
He walked past the crowded penthouse straight to the bar. Heās forced to choose between Cuba Libre and Vodka Sunrise, and this is Spain so he chooses the former. Still leaning on the bar, he looked around, just now realizing how big this balcony was. Did Bunny own this? The apartment Re Al had fixed him with was nowhere near as nice, and he was the one winning games, hence the bet Bunny still had to paid.
Right, the money. Sae took a sip of his drink only to realize he had already finished it. As he ordered another, he considered his options. He had already given up on Bunny being decent and giving him his money, so maybe the next best option was just to send him a PayPal request. It didnāt quite hit like watching the guy begrudgingly take the money from his wallet and place it on his hand, but it would have to do.
He took a long swig of his drink as he unblocked his phone, hoping that Bunny wasnāt drunk enough to accept the notification when it came in. But at this point of the night, he knew better than to wait for favorable results.
āHi! Youāre from Re Al, right?ā
Sae looked down at her hand, placed carefully on his forearm and then to her green eyes. He hummed in agreement and exhaled through his nose, already waiting for the exchange to end.
āI knew it!ā she smiled, her eyes fixed on his, only briefly catching his lips. The barman poured her an orange drink and, taking it with her free hand, she took a sip. āI was likeā Iāve seen him before, of course it has to be Sae Itoshi. I love Re Al so so so much! My dad is also a huge fan, he took me to a lot of games when I was little. Did you just get here? You mustāve, I wouldāve noticed you,ā she giggled, her thumb caressing his wrist. āYou know, my friend's actually in talks with Re Al too, you might know him.ā
Sae arched his eyebrow, his body slightly inching forwards. āReally?ā
āYes!ā Her eyes gleamed. āHeās so good, Iām sure next yearās Championsāā
āAnd your drink?ā
Michael appeared right behind her, stumbling half a step and then putting his arm around her waist. The colour of her dress helped Sae make the connection in his mind, and he watched as the other man placed a sloppy kiss on her bare shoulder and up her neck as she giggled.
āSorry!ā she explained herself. I just bumped into Sae, you know Sae Itoshi, right?ā He hummed, pressing his hips even more against her ass. āSae, this is the friend I was telling you abā Michael, listen to me!ā she chuckled.
āThought we were going somewhere more private?ā
Her cheeks reddened, her head snapping towards Sae. A part of him expected her eyes to widen, a deer caught in headlights as Michael kept shamelessly groping her. Instead, he was taken aback at how her eyes darken, completely fixed on him. She parted her lips as she tilted her neck for Michael to keep kissing her, and arched her back to present her chest. Michaelās tattooed hand squeezed her hip, making his veins pop. Sae swallowed thick.
āYou want to come too?ā
Michael stopped. He pulled away from his neck, his eyes in brief panic before his expression relaxed. The next second, he huffed dismissively.
āIām not really one to share.ā
He ran his fingers across his scalp, his blonde hair falling perfectly dishevelled over his face, framing it. Sae thought he heard a disappointed groan while he traced the manās tattoo with his eyes as it disappeared inside his shirt. The girl turned to Michael, and he grabbed her chin, a mocking smile on his lips.
āIf youāre afraid of competition, just say so.ā
For the first time in the night, Michael looked at Sae.
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She tasted like vodka, Sae thought, as she started unbuttoning his shirt. He held her waist as she grinded against him, softly moaning against his lips. The music was but a far muted beat as she straddled him on the toilet, her nails raking across his chest. Sae threw his head back as her mouth moved to his neck, licking and nibbling at his expense. Soon, her hands were all over the bulge in his pants, eager to get even more of him.
āYouāre so handsome,ā she sighed against his lips, her hand circling his half-hard dick. āAre you gonna take good care of me?ā she whispered, before softly biting his bottom lip, green eyes on him. Sae hummed affirmatively as the girl zipped down his pants and slid her hand underneath his underwear. He hissed, but even so, he noticed the small pout forming on her lips.
Behind her, Michael was quietly observing, leaning on the wall with his Cuba libre in hand. His eyes locked on her ass, now exposed from how high up her dress was riled up. His shirt was also unbuttoned, being the first one to have kissed her the minute they all entered Bunnyās bathroom. He took a sip of his drink, messily, and a drop ran down his chin, landing on his chest and slowly down his abs.
āThere it is,ā the girl hummed, her hand moving up and down his now hard length. Saeās hand lowered to her ass, squeezing it tightly and making her moan.Ā
That was the only signal she needed. Shifting on his lap, she sank down his dick, her moan echoing inside the bathroom. He held onto her hips as she started moving her hips, bouncing on top of him. Her hands set on his chest helped her move faster, the sound from her ass against Saeās thigh becoming louder as she moved on. Her light brown hair cascaded on her right side, so he focused on the freckles on her left shoulder.
At one point, she moved her hips upwards, almost removing him completely, only to push herself down once more. Sae moaned, and then cursed under his breath, his fingers digging on her ass as he started guiding her movements.
Her lips were on him for one second, and on the next, Sae felt her weight off of him. He watched as Michael grabbed her by the hair, and quickly bent her over the sink. She whimpered as Michael pushed himself inside of her, glass long forgotten on the sink as he moved his hips mercilessly. He wouldnāt let go of his hair as he fucked her, his other hand steading her hip as she held to the sink, begging for more.
Sae didn't move, but his eyes were fixed on Michael. He watched as his hips snapped hard against her, his shaft in sight in every hit. Michael grunted, jaw tight and grinding teeth as he continued thrusting. Sae felt his dick twitching, and took note of how Michaelās tense abs looked under the bathroom light.
āWait!ā her voice pleaded, a bit muffled by how hard Michael was pressing her face against the sink. The man stopped, his eyebrows furrowed as he wanted for her to speak.
The girl pushed herself on the sink, trying to regain his breath. āI wantā¦ā she looked back at Sae, and then at Michael. āI want both of you. Inside me.ā
For the first moment in the night, Sae was faced with the thought that he didnāt want to be there.
He held the girl up, standing with his back against the wall, while Michael thrusted inside her from behind. She was moaning softly next to his ear, completely out of it, arms around his neck to steady herself. Sae was deep inside her, but truly, he wished he had told Bunny to fuck himself and left when he had the chance. His eyes landed on her shoulder again and decided to fix onto her freckles once more.
A drop.
And then another.
Saeās gaze met Michael.
Blue eyes looked straight into his green ones. Michael never stopped his pace, hips snapping against the girlās ass as he kept his eyes fixed on him. For a moment, it all went awayā the muted beat of the music outside, the cloying smell of the girlās perfume, the cold bathroom tiles pressed against his back. Michael didnāt look away and Sae found himself once more laying on soft cotton sheets in an apartment that was not his own but might as well be. His blue eyes glistened under the white fluorescent light and Sae could almost hear him snicker over take-out dinner; dimmed-out lights and improper opinions laced in thick accents that would never go away.
Michael kept thrusting and, without breaking eye-contact, he grabbed the girlās hair in his fist, and pressed her face against Saeās shoulder. His thrusts became harsher, pressing his body even more, to the point Sae could feel his hot breath lightly grazing his lips. Vertigo mixed with the taste of Michaelās lips in his apartment hallway.
Sae reached for Michael, hand resting on his waist.
His eyes widened slightly, pace faltering for a beat or two, before resuming it once more. Michael cursed under his breath, once, twice, more and more as his hips began speeding up. Saeās fingers tensed, lightly pressing down on the other manās skin, his eyes never leaving his, holding his gaze as his lifeline to the Earth.
Michael moaned.
Two or three thrusts later, he was coming inside the girl, finally breaking their eye contact. He stood still for no more than a couple of seconds, his eyes unfocused, before he took a step back, leaning his back against the bathroom tiles. Without him pressing against her and Sae not really holding her anymore, she also stepped down to the floor. Her face was covered in sweat, but the content expression seemed to make up for it. Sae noticed her eyeliner had smudged a bit, leaving a stain in the corner of her right eye.
āLeave.ā
Both Sae and the girl looked at Michael.
āWhat?ā she asked.
āPut on your clothes. Get out,ā Michael ordered, passing a hand through his damp hair. The girl huffed, pulling down her hiked up dress. She gave Sae a expecting look, but after a couple seconds in silence, she turned around again, grabbed her heels and left the bathroom.
The door slammed behind her and Michaelās lips crashed against Saeās. With no time to recover from the sudden outburst, Sae kissed him back just as eagerly, fingers tangling and pulling Michaelās hair hard as he devoured his mouth with more desperation than precision. His hands held Saeās face hostage and his nails dove into his skin. Teeth clashed against each other, but their mouths didnāt stop, not even as they started taking each otherās shirts off.
Michaelās lips travelled to Saeās jaw, biting and sucking, completely starved, as Sae scratched his shoulders and back, pulling him as close as he could. He panted at the other manās movements, a groan falling from his lips as Michael closed his hand around his achingly hard dick. He thrusted against his hand, receiving a hard bite on his neck because of it. Soon, Michael was kissing him again, tongue sliding inside his mouth, as his hands started fumbling with Saeās pants, hastily pulling them down.
Seeing Michael kneeling down was new, but the way he took him in his mouth was not. Sae threw his head backwards, hands trying and failing to find something to hold onto as Michael moved his head up and down, tongue sliding underneath his shaft and circling his tip every now and then. Sae finally grabbed the edge of the sink next to him to steady himself, feeling his legs weaken as Michael took him even further down his throat, his hands clawing onto Saeās thighs, keeping him in pace.Ā
Grunts turned into whines and, embarrassingly fast, Sae came down Michaelās throat. His hips stuttered from the sheer force of the orgasm, little specks appearing in the air in front of him as he did. Sae stayed still in place, trying to regain his breath, as Michael pulled away from him and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up, pulling up his briefs and walked to the sink, where he proceeded to spit on the sink and then open the tap. Sae observed Michael as he waited for a couple of seconds and then started washing his face.
Still a bit out of breath, Sae picked up the Cuba Libre Michael had left next to the sink and took a long swig, completely exhaustā
It was coke.
He furrowed his eyebrows and took another sip, this time letting it swirl inside his mouth.
Coca-Cola.
His eyes turned to Kaiser, done from washing his face, now drinking water straight from the tap to spit it out again. His hair was undone, completely a mess, and his cheeks were flushed red, even as the cold water kept dripping from his face. Sae left the glass back on the sink.
Michael closed the tap and walked back to Sae, standing in front of him. The weight of each otherās gazes, now lighter than before, let them hold it for longer than either of them would care to keep track of. Michaelās breath was uneven, chest visible rising every time he inhaled while some drops ran down his pale skin.
Letting out a long sigh, Michael gave two short steps, closing the distance between them. Then, he lowered his head, finally resting it on Saeās shoulder. Sae felt a shiver run down his spine.
āIām so fucking drunk,ā he whispered, his hot breath against the otherās neck.
A couple of droplets from Michaelās damp hair slowly dripped from Saeās shoulder. He turned his head, softly inhaling the smell of Michaelās shampoo while some loose strands tickled his nose.
That's the problem with Michael Kaiser - there's always a bite to him, but it's never enough to make Sae stop.
Sae thought - and that was a mistake in its own right - that it'd be a good idea. That, once he got to Munich, the pieces would all justā¦fall into place somehow.
Unfortunately, Michael Kaiser isn't in Munich right now.
my senior english teacher told me that any scene with a woman in a cornfield in every piece of literature ever is about her journey to womanhood/pleasuring herself in the field and i just.... believed her
sae luvs being a tease content | nsfw, afab!reader, bf!sae, sae a whore wow
aw, are you mad at sae again? giving him the silent treatment because he made another mean quip at you?
well now heās walking around the kitchen with no shirt on. his sweatpants hung low on his hips, showing the mind-numbing v-line that always drove you crazy.
he knew what he was doing. you sat on a stool at the kitchen island, your eyes tracking his movement as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
his slender soft eyes met yours. āwhatās wrong? i thought looking at me made you sick to your stomach?ā
his hair was perfectly soft. he didnāt have his bangs hairsprayed back. just maroon tufts perfectly tousled with. gosh, and his eyes were boring into you ā his pupils were slim and wholly on you.
he knew what he was fucking doing.
āit does,ā you respond, looking back down at your phone.
but from your periphery, you can see as he ā blatantly and obviously ā begun adjusting his dick in his sweats. his hand palmed himself completely as he grabbed his fabric-covered cock briefly.
fuck.
āright,ā he hummed, his eyes already off you as he began padding out the kitchen with his bottle of water.
fuck. his back. the contouring of his muscles that scandalously cascaded along his skin. like every dip and curve and line of him was designed to get your mind buzzing. if only you could swallow your pride and jump on him right here right now. your thighs trembled as you felt your cunt slightly start pulsing.
a month since he last had to turn away from your glossy, tear-filled eyes, from your desperate pleas for him to listen just once.
at first glance, he thought things would flow smoother from then on. what was there left to stress about anymore? no more staying exclusive, no more attachment, and certainly no more arguing about stupid things.
but as time passed, life reminded him it was a foolish assumption. slowly but surely, he noticed the positive impact you'd once sewn neatly in his day-to-day living and how horrible he was doing without it.
regretful voices in his head tormented him whenever he didn't have a person to reach out to.
you'd been the one to talk him out of his self-destructive habits, the one who'd conditioned him to pick up the phone and give you a call instead of directing his hatred towards his very being.
with the first week, he found himself reminiscing about you.
especially after what he'd see as disastrous performances on the pitch.
an irritated scowl was etched on his features as he trudged back to the locker room, his mind forcing cruel reminders that you were no longer there waiting to reassure him that he wasn't as horrible as he deemed himself, to lovingly comfort him as if doing so was built into your very being.
he shut the locker door extra hard after changing out of his football kit, the metallic slam ringing out in the silent room.
whatever, it wasn't like he's ever needed you anyway, he convinced himself, clenching his hands into fists, knuckles snow white.
with the second week came nightmares again.
flashbacks to his unfortunate past, recollections of how defenseless he'd once been, being forced to relive those days when he'd shed countless tears and endured endless beatings in the very place he was meant to live in peace.
in the hellhole he'd first gained the craving to feel love. he'd sought out the love he'd once begged for with tear-stained cheeks and a dull ache throughout his body, yet he let it slip out of his grasp with such ease.
he'd gone on a walk instead to clear his mind, but the moment he returned beneath the heavy weight of the duvet, dread washed over him once again upon remembering you weren't beside him, fingers carding through his hair gently, lulling him to sleep.
he didn't end up getting any that fateful night.
the third week, he'd spotted a character you used to love.
a little keychain he would've bought for you without a second thought weeks prior.
instead, he put it back, gaze stuck on it unnecessarily long as he walked away.
he would've presented it to you with a smug grin on his face, all while his heart would've actively softened on the inside at the sight of you unable to contain your pure, unadulterated excitement. he could still imagine the exact expression that would've adorned your adorable face, a faint, bitter smile of his own stirring his lips at the thought.
on the fourth week, the despair came right before a match.
he scanned the crowd, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as always, taking pride in the heaps of people idolizing him.
until he skimmed over someone who looked identical to you, eyes shooting back to do a double-take. ultimately, it wasn't you who sat nestled between the seats in his jersey any longer.
and the question bugged him: why did that strike him with a cold sting of disappointment?
maybe it was knowing you weren't there to cheer him on, with that warmth you carried like sunlight. you never grew tired doing it, and he'd never once thought to wonder how.
you'd consistently been his biggest supporter ā not because you blew all your money on his merchandise, but because you stayed supportive no matter what. winner or loser, injured or standing proud, you'd be beside him post-match without fail, praising him as though it was second nature.
so in truth, it'd been a month full of reflecting on every one of his mistakes (and contemplating whether no contact was even that serious). it was pathetic and he obviously still held a semblance of dignity, enough to snuff out those urges ā yet he would've given anything to still have contact with your sweet self again. to selfishly keep even the tiniest bit of your devotion you'd once directed towards him.
perhaps hearing even one last āstupid argumentā would heal him, because in truth, you were the only one who cared enough to advise him on every one of his flaws.
with every turn and reminder of you, he found it harder and harder to go by daily life casually again.
but maybe that's how things end up when he chose to sacrifice the one who loved him so dearly under the belief he was never made for such delicate care in the first place.
maybe he'll forever stay buried deep beneath the suffocating layer of ego he'd built to protect his fragile heart.
and maybe one day he'll text you, begging for you to break those very walls down once again.
you're an angel, i'm a dog. or you're a dog and i'm your man.
Short tales of Michael Kaiser and Itoshi Sae, and what happens every time they cross each other's paths. Character studies in between their tangled sheets, if you squint.
i. a forest fire
ii. tell me something honest so the memories turn dark
stories can be read separately or as a continuous story. this story doesn't necessarily have an ending.
āĀ pairing:Ā michael kaiser/itoshi sae
āĀ words:Ā 2.5k
āĀ tags/warnings:Ā +18, both are professional football players, threesome (M/M/F), oral sex, anal sex, double penetration, drinking, emotional tension, character study in a way
āĀ a/n:Ā i had some trouble at first writing sae's pov because he doesn't really have access to his inner emotional world, he doesn't spiral like kaiser, so i worked on my writing and hopefully it shows!! also i can't believe the time that i do work on my writing the hardest is the one with dp on it sdfjkhsdf
āĀ also available on ao3
part 2 of you're an angel, i'm a dog. or you're a dog and i'm your man
When Sae saw Michael again, it made sense.
Sitting sprawled out of the sofa, with a girl sitting on his thigh as she kissed his jaw and neck. His hand rests on her hip, fingers playing with the hem of her riled up dress, while the other nurses his drink. A man stopped in front of Michael, blocking Saeās view entirely except for his legs. The lines that formed on his pants gave an inkling of how thick his thighs actually were. The man shifted his weight and Sae watched as Michaelās hands sneaked under the girlās dress and blatantly squeezed her ass. He removed it just as quickly, drumming his fingers on her hip in a familiar way.
She had a rather nice ass, Sae thought, as he continued listening to Bunny explain, in a rather convoluted way, why he couldnāt give him the 1500 euros he owed him right in that moment. Something something, dead phone, missing wallet, of course. That also, somehow, didnāt surprise him.
āI guess youāre going to have to stay at the party of a bit then,ā Bunny said in a playful tone. āOur little bet can wait, right? I mean, everyone who knows anyone is here. And the girls, manā fuck, this is Heaven. Condoms are in the bathroom, by the way. And like, everyone here is kind of fucked up already. No one wouldā¦ judge, you know?ā
Saeās eyes returned to Bunny, his eyebrows furrowed. āWhat?ā
āIām just saying dude, like, this is Europe. Who hasnāt done it already,ā he shrugged, his head tilting to his left. Saeās eyes followed his movements, landing back on Michael. Of course.
He walked past the crowded penthouse straight to the bar. Heās forced to choose between Cuba Libre and Vodka Sunrise, and this is Spain so he chooses the former. Still leaning on the bar, he looked around, just now realizing how big this balcony was. Did Bunny own this? The apartment Re Al had fixed him with was nowhere near as nice, and he was the one winning games, hence the bet Bunny still had to paid.
Right, the money. Sae took a sip of his drink only to realize he had already finished it. As he ordered another, he considered his options. He had already given up on Bunny being decent and giving him his money, so maybe the next best option was just to send him a PayPal request. It didnāt quite hit like watching the guy begrudgingly take the money from his wallet and place it on his hand, but it would have to do.
He took a long swig of his drink as he unblocked his phone, hoping that Bunny wasnāt drunk enough to accept the notification when it came in. But at this point of the night, he knew better than to wait for favorable results.
āHi! Youāre from Re Al, right?ā
Sae looked down at her hand, placed carefully on his forearm and then to her green eyes. He hummed in agreement and exhaled through his nose, already waiting for the exchange to end.
āI knew it!ā she smiled, her eyes fixed on his, only briefly catching his lips. The barman poured her an orange drink and, taking it with her free hand, she took a sip. āI was likeā Iāve seen him before, of course it has to be Sae Itoshi. I love Re Al so so so much! My dad is also a huge fan, he took me to a lot of games when I was little. Did you just get here? You mustāve, I wouldāve noticed you,ā she giggled, her thumb caressing his wrist. āYou know, my friend's actually in talks with Re Al too, you might know him.ā
Sae arched his eyebrow, his body slightly inching forwards. āReally?ā
āYes!ā Her eyes gleamed. āHeās so good, Iām sure next yearās Championsāā
āAnd your drink?ā
Michael appeared right behind her, stumbling half a step and then putting his arm around her waist. The colour of her dress helped Sae make the connection in his mind, and he watched as the other man placed a sloppy kiss on her bare shoulder and up her neck as she giggled.
āSorry!ā she explained herself. I just bumped into Sae, you know Sae Itoshi, right?ā He hummed, pressing his hips even more against her ass. āSae, this is the friend I was telling you abā Michael, listen to me!ā she chuckled.
āThought we were going somewhere more private?ā
Her cheeks reddened, her head snapping towards Sae. A part of him expected her eyes to widen, a deer caught in headlights as Michael kept shamelessly groping her. Instead, he was taken aback at how her eyes darken, completely fixed on him. She parted her lips as she tilted her neck for Michael to keep kissing her, and arched her back to present her chest. Michaelās tattooed hand squeezed her hip, making his veins pop. Sae swallowed thick.
āYou want to come too?ā
Michael stopped. He pulled away from his neck, his eyes in brief panic before his expression relaxed. The next second, he huffed dismissively.
āIām not really one to share.ā
He ran his fingers across his scalp, his blonde hair falling perfectly dishevelled over his face, framing it. Sae thought he heard a disappointed groan while he traced the manās tattoo with his eyes as it disappeared inside his shirt. The girl turned to Michael, and he grabbed her chin, a mocking smile on his lips.
āIf youāre afraid of competition, just say so.ā
For the first time in the night, Michael looked at Sae.
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She tasted like vodka, Sae thought, as she started unbuttoning his shirt. He held her waist as she grinded against him, softly moaning against his lips. The music was but a far muted beat as she straddled him on the toilet, her nails raking across his chest. Sae threw his head back as her mouth moved to his neck, licking and nibbling at his expense. Soon, her hands were all over the bulge in his pants, eager to get even more of him.
āYouāre so handsome,ā she sighed against his lips, her hand circling his half-hard dick. āAre you gonna take good care of me?ā she whispered, before softly biting his bottom lip, green eyes on him. Sae hummed affirmatively as the girl zipped down his pants and slid her hand underneath his underwear. He hissed, but even so, he noticed the small pout forming on her lips.
Behind her, Michael was quietly observing, leaning on the wall with his Cuba libre in hand. His eyes locked on her ass, now exposed from how high up her dress was riled up. His shirt was also unbuttoned, being the first one to have kissed her the minute they all entered Bunnyās bathroom. He took a sip of his drink, messily, and a drop ran down his chin, landing on his chest and slowly down his abs.
āThere it is,ā the girl hummed, her hand moving up and down his now hard length. Saeās hand lowered to her ass, squeezing it tightly and making her moan.Ā
That was the only signal she needed. Shifting on his lap, she sank down his dick, her moan echoing inside the bathroom. He held onto her hips as she started moving her hips, bouncing on top of him. Her hands set on his chest helped her move faster, the sound from her ass against Saeās thigh becoming louder as she moved on. Her light brown hair cascaded on her right side, so he focused on the freckles on her left shoulder.
At one point, she moved her hips upwards, almost removing him completely, only to push herself down once more. Sae moaned, and then cursed under his breath, his fingers digging on her ass as he started guiding her movements.
Her lips were on him for one second, and on the next, Sae felt her weight off of him. He watched as Michael grabbed her by the hair, and quickly bent her over the sink. She whimpered as Michael pushed himself inside of her, glass long forgotten on the sink as he moved his hips mercilessly. He wouldnāt let go of his hair as he fucked her, his other hand steading her hip as she held to the sink, begging for more.
Sae didn't move, but his eyes were fixed on Michael. He watched as his hips snapped hard against her, his shaft in sight in every hit. Michael grunted, jaw tight and grinding teeth as he continued thrusting. Sae felt his dick twitching, and took note of how Michaelās tense abs looked under the bathroom light.
āWait!ā her voice pleaded, a bit muffled by how hard Michael was pressing her face against the sink. The man stopped, his eyebrows furrowed as he wanted for her to speak.
The girl pushed herself on the sink, trying to regain his breath. āI wantā¦ā she looked back at Sae, and then at Michael. āI want both of you. Inside me.ā
For the first moment in the night, Sae was faced with the thought that he didnāt want to be there.
He held the girl up, standing with his back against the wall, while Michael thrusted inside her from behind. She was moaning softly next to his ear, completely out of it, arms around his neck to steady herself. Sae was deep inside her, but truly, he wished he had told Bunny to fuck himself and left when he had the chance. His eyes landed on her shoulder again and decided to fix onto her freckles once more.
A drop.
And then another.
Saeās gaze met Michael.
Blue eyes looked straight into his green ones. Michael never stopped his pace, hips snapping against the girlās ass as he kept his eyes fixed on him. For a moment, it all went awayā the muted beat of the music outside, the cloying smell of the girlās perfume, the cold bathroom tiles pressed against his back. Michael didnāt look away and Sae found himself once more laying on soft cotton sheets in an apartment that was not his own but might as well be. His blue eyes glistened under the white fluorescent light and Sae could almost hear him snicker over take-out dinner; dimmed-out lights and improper opinions laced in thick accents that would never go away.
Michael kept thrusting and, without breaking eye-contact, he grabbed the girlās hair in his fist, and pressed her face against Saeās shoulder. His thrusts became harsher, pressing his body even more, to the point Sae could feel his hot breath lightly grazing his lips. Vertigo mixed with the taste of Michaelās lips in his apartment hallway.
Sae reached for Michael, hand resting on his waist.
His eyes widened slightly, pace faltering for a beat or two, before resuming it once more. Michael cursed under his breath, once, twice, more and more as his hips began speeding up. Saeās fingers tensed, lightly pressing down on the other manās skin, his eyes never leaving his, holding his gaze as his lifeline to the Earth.
Michael moaned.
Two or three thrusts later, he was coming inside the girl, finally breaking their eye contact. He stood still for no more than a couple of seconds, his eyes unfocused, before he took a step back, leaning his back against the bathroom tiles. Without him pressing against her and Sae not really holding her anymore, she also stepped down to the floor. Her face was covered in sweat, but the content expression seemed to make up for it. Sae noticed her eyeliner had smudged a bit, leaving a stain in the corner of her right eye.
āLeave.ā
Both Sae and the girl looked at Michael.
āWhat?ā she asked.
āPut on your clothes. Get out,ā Michael ordered, passing a hand through his damp hair. The girl huffed, pulling down her hiked up dress. She gave Sae a expecting look, but after a couple seconds in silence, she turned around again, grabbed her heels and left the bathroom.
The door slammed behind her and Michaelās lips crashed against Saeās. With no time to recover from the sudden outburst, Sae kissed him back just as eagerly, fingers tangling and pulling Michaelās hair hard as he devoured his mouth with more desperation than precision. His hands held Saeās face hostage and his nails dove into his skin. Teeth clashed against each other, but their mouths didnāt stop, not even as they started taking each otherās shirts off.
Michaelās lips travelled to Saeās jaw, biting and sucking, completely starved, as Sae scratched his shoulders and back, pulling him as close as he could. He panted at the other manās movements, a groan falling from his lips as Michael closed his hand around his achingly hard dick. He thrusted against his hand, receiving a hard bite on his neck because of it. Soon, Michael was kissing him again, tongue sliding inside his mouth, as his hands started fumbling with Saeās pants, hastily pulling them down.
Seeing Michael kneeling down was new, but the way he took him in his mouth was not. Sae threw his head backwards, hands trying and failing to find something to hold onto as Michael moved his head up and down, tongue sliding underneath his shaft and circling his tip every now and then. Sae finally grabbed the edge of the sink next to him to steady himself, feeling his legs weaken as Michael took him even further down his throat, his hands clawing onto Saeās thighs, keeping him in pace.Ā
Grunts turned into whines and, embarrassingly fast, Sae came down Michaelās throat. His hips stuttered from the sheer force of the orgasm, little specks appearing in the air in front of him as he did. Sae stayed still in place, trying to regain his breath, as Michael pulled away from him and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up, pulling up his briefs and walked to the sink, where he proceeded to spit on the sink and then open the tap. Sae observed Michael as he waited for a couple of seconds and then started washing his face.
Still a bit out of breath, Sae picked up the Cuba Libre Michael had left next to the sink and took a long swig, completely exhaustā
It was coke.
He furrowed his eyebrows and took another sip, this time letting it swirl inside his mouth.
Coca-Cola.
His eyes turned to Kaiser, done from washing his face, now drinking water straight from the tap to spit it out again. His hair was undone, completely a mess, and his cheeks were flushed red, even as the cold water kept dripping from his face. Sae left the glass back on the sink.
Michael closed the tap and walked back to Sae, standing in front of him. The weight of each otherās gazes, now lighter than before, let them hold it for longer than either of them would care to keep track of. Michaelās breath was uneven, chest visible rising every time he inhaled while some drops ran down his pale skin.
Letting out a long sigh, Michael gave two short steps, closing the distance between them. Then, he lowered his head, finally resting it on Saeās shoulder. Sae felt a shiver run down his spine.
āIām so fucking drunk,ā he whispered, his hot breath against the otherās neck.
A couple of droplets from Michaelās damp hair slowly dripped from Saeās shoulder. He turned his head, softly inhaling the smell of Michaelās shampoo while some loose strands tickled his nose.
