content. somewhat angsty but fluffy ending, kaiser being desperate after being kicked out of World Cup. gender neutral pronouns (they/them).
notes. self-indulgent and not requested by anyone but I love kaiser so yeah that’s it. also, I’m writing this while watching France-Sweden and omg bergvall is so fine shit.
after losing against paraguay, kaiser is nowhere to be seen. you proceeded to ask everyone on the team where he could have gone.
“i think he immediately went back to the hotel” ness is the only one who tries to give you a more detailed answer than a simple “i don’t know”. you immediately thank him and compliment him for his assist to kaiser, which made the german team score in the first few minutes of the match.
as soon as you get outside the stadium, you start walking in the direction of the accommodation where team germany has been sleeping in the past weeks. you were lucky enough to be able to do remote work, so you could attend your boyfriend’s matches.
while walking, you send him a couple of messages asking him if everything is okay (even if you already know the answer) and if he is in his - your - hotel room. as expected, his last activity on the message app is marked as a few hours ago, before the beginning of the match.
you know how he is after a loss: he goes quiet, walks away and buries himself in doubts and “i have failed”, “i am a terrible player” and other similar phrases. seeing him like that hurts you.
you knock on your room’s door. you have the key, but first you want to see if he lets you in or if he is too focused on destroying himself. “are you here? can i enter, please?” no answer. just a couple of sniffles. “i am alone, ness is with the others” you try to add the fact that it’s just you, so maybe he might feel more comfortable.
“you know that you’re not supposed to be perfect at every match, right?” you lay your back on the door, hoping that he is close enough to hear you. “everyone knows that you’re an amazing player and you do not owe anyone anything. it’s okay if you lose. nobody will get mad at you. you have not killed anyone, at least for now, and no one is coming to hunt you down for a defeat.”
someone moves inside the room: some footsteps walk towards the door. “why are you still here?” his voice is faint, tired, and you can feel that he cried. at least for a couple of minutes.
“first, because i am your wonderful partner. second, because i love you and it’s my duty to remind you of your worth. and third… i wanted to say something else but i forgot” your stunt makes him faintly laugh. the door gets unlocked and you almost fall down on the floor.
michael is in a fresh set of clothes, not the teamwear, his personal clothes: a light blue t-shirt and black shorts. his hair is messy but clean, so he must have thrown himself in the shower right after coming back to the hotel. his blue dye is slowly fading.
“are you okay?” you ask, noticing that his eyes have a slight red hue in them, signal that he has been crying some time ago.
“am i a shit player?” he asks while fixing his hair.
“you are not,” you answer, “and you will never be”.
kaiser lets out a heavy sigh and then sits down on the bed. “i feel like i am a shit player. i told everyone i was winning this and i got crushed by some randoms” he mumbles.
“the ball is round, the field is the same for everyone, there are 90 minutes and whatever else you football fans say” you sit near him, while observing his tattoo in almost full display.
“listen, micha” his attention is immediately turned to you, because there’s something extremely charming and special in you calling him by his nickname. “it was a bad match. a bad hour and a half in a day of 24 hours, a bad hour and a half in a week, which is seven days long. a bad hour and a half in a month and i can even go bigger”
“…mh”
“now you can feel however you want, but tomorrow nobody will care about it. nobody will accuse you of not being enough. you did great and you should be proud of that, independently of how the match finished” you see him fidgeting with his hands while you talk.
“i guess you’re right” he sighs, laying down on the bed. you blink. “is the emperor agreeing with me? what an honour”
“yeah… only for tonight” he almost, almost, laughs. you lay down beside him, finally relaxing your back after being on those uncomfortable plastic seats of the stadium.
“by the way, thanks,” he reaches for your hand and holds it tight, “i needed that”
There's nothing explicit..there's alcohol they get drunk some cuteness for once :3 also like one use of y/n.
Itoshi Sae x reader
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It was a bad idea to come to this stupid stupid frat party. But you couldnt say no to your bestfriend. Curse her and her guilt tripping skills.
From the moment you stepped into the frat house. The air smells like cheap beer, sweat, and something sugary masking it all. The lights were dim and the music was blasting through the speakers, your friend pulled you deeper and deeper into the building. You can tell she's been here multiple times. You guys stop by the kitchen and she prepares herself a drink and another for you, You take a sip, then another, the burn of alcohol settling in your chest as the noise starts to feel less sharp, You could never handle your hard liquor if it was between bitter and sweet the obvious choice was sweet. But apparently nobody here agreed with you.
you turn for just a second. It’s not even a dramatic moment. Just a glance over your shoulder, trying to figure out where the music is coming from. And when you turn back, she’s gone. You blink, scanning the room. A couple people bump past you, but there’s no sign of her. Your grip tightens slightly on the cup. Great just great now who else are you supposed to talk to? now you just look like some loser. Your thought start to pull together you don't even realize someone was there
"Excuse me."
you snap out of your thoughts. You blink once. Then again slower this time as if your mind is trying to catch up to your body. That voice…boy were you right. It was none other that Sae Itoshi. You and him were in the same sports medicine class so obviously you guys have interacted. From what you've observed he was nice, rarely spoke, and always had a serious face on him no matter the occasion, you once went to one of his games and they had won but he didn't even crack a smile... what a weirdo you guessed he was always like that. He's at the counter top making himself another drink in a plastic red cup, he pours a bunch of tequila. You didn't peg him to be a heavy drinker. You didn't know you were staring until-
"Do you want one?" he looks up at you
"No thanks already have one." you awkwardly laugh.
He nods before taking a swig from his drink. "Didnt take you for a girl that went to parties y/n."
"I dont go to parties. I was dragged here by my friend." taking a sip of your cheap alcohol still so bitter you dont know why your still drinking it.
"Right and where is said friend?"
That was a good question she's probably somewhere swapping spit with her boyfriend but you cant tell him that. "She ran off to her boyfriend.."
he softly laughed as he nodded his head "Well if you get lonely and need company come find me." he picked his cup up and went back to his friends. Left dumbfounded you just stood there, seeing him laugh for the first time was weird.. maybe the alcohol getting to him or maybe it was creeping up to you already. You obviously knew Sae was handsome, everyone knew but under the dim lights he couldn't help but be so attractive, his messy hair, his chain peeking out...right! snap out of it you don't even know him like that. Chugging the rest of your drink you walk around the house before finally reuniting with your friend luckily for you she wasn't making out with her boyfriend.
"There you are!" she says, grabbing your arm. "I've been looking for you."
You give her a look. "You abandoned me."
She winces. "Okay, fair I'm sorry. Well now your here so come play beer pong with me!." A couple minutes later and rounds of beer pong, you were five shots deep then seven, you couldn't keep up anymore so you tap after the seventh one. You just need to find the kitchen. You just need a cup of water and you'll be fine. With a determined nod that feels much more confident than you actually are, you start making your way through the crowd.
A minute later, you're completely lost. Every hallway looks the same. Every room is packed with strangers. You swear you've walked past the same guy in a backwards baseball cap at least three times. Screw this frat house you find yourself in the backyard it has a pool, better than being in a suffocating building so you roll up the cuffs of your jeans and slip off your shoes and socks and sit on the edge of the lit up pool with your feet in the water enjoying the silence from the party. Then its interrupted with the sound of footsteps. Not bothered to turn around you spoke
"Hey did you get water? I think I had to many shots."
"If I knew you wanted water I would have brought you some.." That was NOT your friend. You quickly turn around and you see him.
"Sorry I thought you were someone else."
"Its fine..mind if I sit with you?" of course you wouldn't mind. You pat down the spot next to you. He lowers himself beside you, close enough that you can tell he's flush maybe a little tipsy. For a moment no one spoke until "You never came to find me." his voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
"I know."
"I was waiting for you."
"No you werent."
"And if I was?"
"Your lying."
A smile tugs at his lips the fact that hes smiling catches you off guard usually hes serious- focused but seeing him like this felt like it was normal.
"How much have you had to drink?" he asks.
"Enough."
"That's not a number."
"I'm aware."
He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head.
The sound makes something warm bloom in your chest. You blame the alcohol. It's easier that way.. The backyard falls quiet again after the conversation drifts off. Not completely quiet. The party is still going on behind you. Music thumps through the walls. People laugh somewhere inside. You keep dangling your feet in the water. "Do you ever get tired of this?" The question slips out before you can stop it. He glances over.
"This?"
"The parties."
His gaze shifts toward the house.
A small shrug. "Sometimes."
"Jeez that sounds convincing..why do you throw them?
"Frat politics."
"Sounds awful."
"It is." For a second you both stare at the water before he stands. You blink "What are you doing?"
"Leaving."
You laugh. "Just like that?"
He stuffs his hands into his pockets. "Pretty much."
A pause. Then he looks down at you.
"You coming?"
Your stomach flips. "Where?"
He shrugs his shoulders "Im not sure yet." "Thats a terrible plan." "Probably." You look at the house then back at him. Honestly the house loses. Five minutes later your walking across the school campus walking next to him. The night air is cool enough to clear your head, the street lamps being the only light source casting shadows along the side walk, the noise of the party slowly disappearing as you keep walking.
"You know," he says after a while, "you're a lot quieter than I thought you'd be."
You laugh. "I'm not sure how to take that."
"It's not a bad thing."
"Then what is it?"
He thinks about it. "In class you always look like you're about to say something."
You glance over. "What?" You stare at him. "I talk."
"Sometimes."
"You've literally had conversations with me."
"Three."
"You're counting?"
A grin appears. "Maybe."
Heat creeps into your cheek you know you shouldn't feel like this so you blame it on the alcohol. Again.
When you look over, he's smiling. A real one. And suddenly you understand why people write songs about smiles. Which is unfortunate.
You reach a small set of bleachers beside one of the practice fields. He nods toward them. You both climb up and sit near the top. The campus stretches out around you. Quiet. A complete contrast to the party. For a while, neither of you speaks. You really don't mind for some reason its not awkward it feels natural almost. Like you've guys known each other forever.
"You ever think about what happens after college?" he asks suddenly.
You glance over. His eyes are fixed on the field.
"Sometimes."
"Terrifies me."
The admission surprises you. He seems like a kind of person that knows what hes doing.. like he has it figured out but you guessed that even if they look it they always dont.
"You?"
You laugh softly. "All the time."
He nods. Like he understands. Like he gets it.
And maybe that's what catches you off guard. Not the fact that he's attractive. The fact that talking to him feels easy. Like you've been waiting for this conversation without realizing it.
The breeze picks up. Your shoulder brushes his for half a second. Neither of you moves away. Your heart immediately forgets how to function. So you resort to just look out the field as if the grass became something interesting.
"The field is always prettier when its empty"
You blink. "The field?"
"Yeah."
You look out at the empty stretch of grass. Then back at him. "The soccer field."
He laughs. "Yes."
"That's the weirdest thing you've said all night."
"It looks different."
"How?"
He thinks for a second. Then shrugs. "I don't know."
You wait. He doesn't continue. Typical. "So helpful." "Thank you." You roll your eyes. His smile widens slightly.
Then his gaze drifts back toward the field. "It's usually loud." You follow his line of sight. "Games. Practice. People." You nod. "Tonight it's just…" He trails off. Quiet. The word hangs there without being said.
"I think that's why I like it."
You glance over. "The field?"
He nods. "Nobody expects anything from it when it's empty."
You laugh softly. "You're getting philosophical."
"I've had a few drinks."
"Fair." The smile on his face lingers. "You know your weird."
That earns you a laugh "Thanks?"
"You know what I mean"
"Do I?"
"No.." A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. You hate how much you like seeing it. Just for a second it goes quiet but you didnt want to sit in silence with him anymore.
"I think your wrong about the field.."
His eyebrow lift slightly. "What about it?"
"You said it looks pretty when its empty but it looks the same.."
"No."
"It does."
"It doesn't."
You laugh. "Then explain."
For a moment, he doesn't answer. His gaze drifts across the field. Then back to you. And suddenly you wish you'd never asked. Cause now you feel a little stupid and just spouting nonsense into the air.
"It's not the field."
Your breath catches. "What?"
He looks away briefly, almost like he's debating whether to finish the thought. Then he does. "It's who you're with."
The world goes very, very quiet. You stare at him. You probably heard him wrong but he isn't taking it back, isn't laughing.
"Oh.." You look down at your hands because you cannot look at him right now without your face getting warm. "I don't think that's the alcohol talking." The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. The second they do, your eyes widen. Great. Perfect. Now you get to relive this embarrassment forever.
Beside you, he goes still. When you finally look up, he's watching you carefully. "No," he says quietly. "It isn't."
His eyes flick briefly to your mouth. Then back to your eyes. Your heart nearly stops. You could pull away. You probably should. Instead, you stay exactly where you are. His expression softens. Like he's giving you time, he's waiting for you to decide. And somehow that makes you less nervous. You find yourself leaning in first. Then he's meeting you halfway.
Then his lips meet yours. Soft. Warm. Gentle in a way you weren't expecting. The kiss isn't perfect but it feels like it was. Your stomach flips when he moves slightly closer. Your hand tightens around the sleeve covering your fingers. For a moment, nothing exists beyond this. Not the party. Not tomorrow. Not the questions waiting for both of you afterward. Just this. Just him.
When you pull apart, neither of you goes very far. Your forehead almost bumps his and both of you laugh immediately. The tension breaks. Just enough.
"Smooth," you mumble.
His grin appears. "I thought so."
"You absolutely ruined the moment."
"I know." You shake your head, smiling despite yourself.
"I've gotta say."
You immediately know you're going to regret asking. "What?"
He glances over. "The headbutt would've been a pretty memorable first kiss story."
You stare at him. Then laugh so hard you have to look away. "That's horrible."
"It's kind of funny."
"It's definitely horrible."
A pause.
Then his smile softens slightly.
"Still a good story though."
The way he says it makes your stomach flip.
Not because of the words.
Because of the look that comes with them.
he glances out at the field. A small smile returns.
"I think I'd remember this one either way."
Such simple words. But they settle somewhere deep inside your chest. You look away before he can see your reaction. Unfortunately, judging by the laugh he lets out, he already has. And for the first time all night, you don't really mind.
a/n: oh wow its been a while since I've posted on here can you guys tell I love Sae? let me know if you guys liked this I'm thinking about doing a possible part two but I think ill be posting more who know :3
Go tell your "girlfriend" that I'm your girlfriend.
Reader x Sae itoshi
Synopsis: who would have thought sae would go out and cheat on you after a year, you should be sad but instead you teach him a lesson.
Cw: afab reader, toxic relationship, angst in the beginning, reader has no self respect (gulp) , fingering, p in v, cheating, smut, restraints. sae is a meanie and an idiot here 😓😓
A/n: hey guys! This is my first time writing here I just wanted to try something new! I was hesitant to post this actually 😓 but please let me know if you have any feedback 🙏🏽
Though Sae typically did not usually care to form relationships with people, you and him had been dating for a little over a year now.
Despite Sae's cold and stoic demeanor, you found yourself extremely happy while being with him. He wasn't much of a romantic guy, but he still managed to keep you happy and content with how things were going between you two. His love was subtle, but it was there: and you liked that. Things were well between you two.
Or so, you thought. You felt your heart drop to your knees as you blinked a few times, trying to check if you were seeing things right. You had been out on a walk in downtown Madrid, and just so happened to turn your head-- and across the street, you saw Sae. Walking out of a motel, with another girl. It was like your entire world had been flipped upside down in a single second. You almost couldn't believe it. Sae was cheating on you? For a second, Sae looked up and met your eyes, and his own pupils blew wide.
"Fuck." He muttered under his breath. You looked at him with tears in your eyes you couldn't believe what you were seeing without a second thought your feet started moving away from them.
"(Y/n), wait,--!"
Sae called after you, about to go after you, but then the girl he was with grabbed onto his arm.
"Who was that?" She'd ask, a bit of irritation in her high-pitched voice.
Sae pulled his arm away, glaring at her.
"None of your damn business."
He'd then turn and begin running after you.
"Don't chase me.. go away sae!" You continue to keep your distance from him.
"Oh for the love of - (y/n)! Just stop for one minute!"
It didn't take long for Sae to catch up with you. He'd reach out and grip onto your arm tightly, forcefully making you stop walking. "What do you want? Came to rub it in!?" You turn to look at him with tears in your eyes, different emotions spilling out. Sae noticed the tears in your eyes and his own eyes widened ever so slightly, his expression changing for a split second, turning from harsh stoicism to soft concern.
"No, I-- I wasn't-"
For once, Sae stumbled over his own words. He'd only just realized just how big of a screwup this had been. "Then what do you want? Just leave me alone." He hated seeing you cry in general, but especially when he knew it was his fault that you were crying. It made his chest feel tight. "I just want to explain please."
"Don't bother… I see how much you valued our relationship." Words spill out of your mouth before even thinking.
Sae's expression turned to a frustrated, almost irritated one at that. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean.?"
"We've been dating for a damn year and you pull something like this?! How could you." You shove him as tears run down you face
Sae caught himself from stumbling backwards due to you shoving him. He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a frustrated sigh.
"Do you want the truth? You want to know why I did it?" "Yes! I obviously do!" You feel yourself getting angrier by the second.
Sae closed his eyes. He knew what he was about to say was going to hurt you. Hell, it was hurting him just by thinking about it.
"I… I got bored." You tense up you swear you can feel your heart break. "What…"
he noticed the absolutely hurt look on your face. It was like a punch to his own gut.
"The longer I was with you, the more I realized that… that you just weren't able to keep me.. entertained.. anymore. Nothing was challenging, nothing was interesting" You move your gaze to the floor, you can't face him right now that's to hard. "Then why..why'd you stay so long..why couldn't you just break up with me."
"Because.." He paused, sighing in frustration. "Because you're convenient. You make for a nice distraction when I'm feeling bored or need a damn good stress reliever".
That was it. That was the final straw. Your heart broke into a million pieces. "…I hate you". You look up at him "I loved you, you know that? I honestly thought we were so good for each other". He clenched his jaw tight, trying not to show just how much that statement effected him, as he scoffed. "Like hell you did."
"I did! I honestly did. Who was there for you when you lost your games huh? Who was there for you when you were sick?…Now looking back I was stupid.."
Sae winced at the memories you reminded him of. You had been there for him during his low moments. "Oh, don't give me that crap. It's not my fault you're too naive to see that this relationship was a joke to me. Don't act like you were the only one putting in effort." All you could feel right now was pure anger.unbelievable that he's saying this right now you were always there when he needed you and this is what you get in return? "What did you ever give me? you were always so busy."
Sae's eyes darkened a bit. He couldn't argue with that. The life and duties of a professional football player did take up a lot of his time, leaving him with little free time whatsoever.
"I was busy providing for us," He retorted back. "I was busy working to keep food on the damn table. Sorry I wasn't able to give you all my time like some kind of clingy boyfriend."
"You could have given me some of your time! But you know what you don't have to worry about that anymore."
That statement almost made Sae scoff out loud."Yeah? And what? You think you can do better than me? Better than someone who plays football for the biggest clubs in the world? Don't act like you can do anything better than be a damn trophy girlfriend who cooks and does the daily chores."
What? Is he really going there really? He's such an asshole. You couldnt believe what you were hearing. "You know what fuck you sae. Really I'm so done with this." This was it you were really ending it.
The moment you said that, something inside Sae snapped. He was about fed up with listening to your pathetic self-pity. Sae was convinced that you were just overreacting. He stepped forward, a cold and harsh look in his eyes.
"Oh, now you're done with me? Really? Where was all that attitude yesterday when you were all over my lap at home, like a clingy, pathetic little puppy?"
"Reminder that was before I found out you cheated asshole." You were standing your ground. No man was ever going to talk down to you like that. Not now not ever.
Sae took another step closer, the distance between you two slowly closing "You were happy with me prior to me cheating, then? All that clingy, needy bullshit and constant praise you loved to give me, that was fine to you. But the moment you found out about me cheating on you, you suddenly hate me?" "Do you hear yourself right now? No shit I would hate you! Give me one good reason why I shouldnt."
Sae rolled his eyes at the question ."I'm rich, successful, and handsome. I have fans, supporters, and I'm well-known in the football world as one of the absolute best players."
He took another step forward, now only a few inches away from you. "I've got people that idolize me and look up to me. What the hell do you have?" You push him away, he's getting awfully close "fuck you sae."
the little push you gave him was the most offensive thing you could have done to him." Watch. Your. Tone." He practically growled through clenched teeth. "No your not my boyfriend anymore your just a goddamn asshole you can't tell me what to do anymore."
Jesus christ, you were really starting to piss him off. "Just because I cheated, that doesn't change the fact that I was the dominant one in this relationship, and I still am. I say jump, you say 'how high?"' You scoff. Can you believe this guy? "I'm not doing that anymore. Ask your new girl to jump for me."
The anger inside of Sae reached its boiling point. The mere thought of you telling him to ask his new girl to jump for you instead, like she could replace you, made him absolutely furious."Say that again. I dare you. Say that again."
"Go ask. your new girl." You repeated. Those words alone felt like a damn slap to the face for Sae "And what the hell makes you think that girl can replace you, huh? What makes you think she can do exactly what you do for me?"
"Did you not choose her over me? Is she not prettier? Skinnier? A lot more exciting?" He took a deep breath, his hand on your arm almost shaking slightly.
"Looks and sizes have nothing to do with this." He was starting to piss you off "isnt that what they all say? She must be better than me in some way."
Sae's patience finally ran thin. He was tired of hearing you make snarky comments and act like you were better than him. He let go of your arm and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him directly.
"You really want to know what she's better at, smartass? Since you're so damn keen on comparing yourself to her, I'll tell you." "Yea, yea come on lay it on me I wanna know." You reply sarcastically.
That sarcastic reply of yours was really starting to get on his last damn nerve."For one, she's way more obedient and submissive. Doesn't put up nearly as much of a fight as you do. In fact, she does exactly as I say, when I say it. She basically worships the ground I stand on. You, on the other hand…"
You roll your eyes is that what it's really about? "It's cause I have the biggest attitude ever isn't that right? You just can't stand me defending myself can't you?" The way you said that in a mocking tone annoyed him."Your smart little mouth and that bratty attitude are two of the things that piss me off the most. So yeah, you have a damn big attitude problem, which is something this new girl doesn't have at all. She's damn well behaved unlike you."
" Oh well good job you have her trained. Like a good little puppy." You mock him.
Sae could take the smartass comments, and even the bratty attitude. But the moment you called his new girl a good little puppy, he snapped. "Don't you dare compare her to a dog, you little brat." "I'll do whatever the hell I want. Yea defend your new little girlfriend." You press a finger against his chest.
Further upon hearing that sassy-ass response of yours. This little bratty game of yours was getting real old real fast,"Careful. You keep testing my patience, and I might just have to shut that damn mouth of yours for good."
You look him into his eye "Oh yes what are you gonna do slap me? Hit me? Huh"
It was like your smartass replies were begging him to get physical with you."Keep pushing it. Go on."
"Shut me up. Since I'm being such a stupid brat let's what the great sae itoshi is going to do." You were done.
The moment you said that, he snapped and all remaining self-control he had left flew out the window.
Sae suddenly crashed his lips onto yours, his hands gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave a damn bruise. He forced his tongue into your mouth
What was he doing? Kissing you in the middle of nowhere your supposed to be arguing, mad at him furious even and he decides to kiss you instead. you were completely sandwiched between him and the wall.
His tongue explored your mouth with a hunger-like fervor, his fingers digging into your hips "You still feeling like a smartass?" "What do you think." You pant as you struggle to catch your breath. The sight of you panting and struggling to catch your breath only made him even more aroused. He let go of your hips and suddenly grabbed your thighs instead, hoisting you up off the ground in one swift motion and wrapping your legs around his waist.
"You just love testing me, don't you, you damn brat." He practically snarled in your ear. "Hey! What are you doing we're still in public put me down sae!" Your face starts to feel warm to the touch due to embarrassment.
"You think I care whether we're in public or not? We're in a damn alleyway. There's no one around." He rolled his eyes as he keeps you steady in his arms "I'm not doing this in a damn alleyway." You can already feel paranoid what if someone walks into what they were doing? That's so embarrassing.
He had you right where he wanted you, and there was no way in hell he was letting you go.
"Oh, really now? Then where the hell do you suggest we do this then, smartass?" There he goes getting on your nerves again it's common decency to do it somewhere secure.
"I don't know be a gentleman and take me to that same hotel you took her." You snap back at his stupid question.
It was infuriating to him how you kept bringing her up over and over again, and it was just making him more and more worked up."You just can't let it go, can you?"
"No. Obviously not. You should know me by now." You shake your head no as he begins to walk
"Oh, trust me, I know you all too damn well."
He continued walking until eventually, you reached the same hotel. On your way to the elevator you noticed everyones eyes on you but he couldn't care less. He carried you inside without any issues and went over to the elevator. He entered the elevator and hit the button for the top floor, waiting for the doors to shut.Finally, the elevator arrived at the top floor, the doors dinging as they opened. He stepped out of the elevator, carrying you with him as he went over to the familiar room.
As soon as he reached the door, he reached into his pocket for the key card, unlocking the damn door and stepping inside the familiar room. He kicked the door shut behind him, locking it and walking over to the bed.
"Oh wow you showed her luxury all right." You take a minute to look at your surroundings around the room. The bed was messed up you guessed it's only been an hour since they've been there.
His eye twitched at your snarky comment, an annoyed expression crossing his face.Looking down at you with an irritated and cold gaze.
"You just gonna keep talking about that damn girl all night, huh?"
You sit up on the bed "do you want me to? Come on call me her name. Does she turn you on?" You knew what you were doing was gonna piss him off but the look on his face was so attractive you couldnt get enough of it.
He was tired of hearing you keep talking about his "new girl".
He reached out and pinned you down on the bed, hovering above you, his face mere inches away from yours.
"I swear, if you bring her up one more goddamn time, I will gag you myself."
"It was miyu wasn't it?" You stare up at him looking into his turquoise eyes.
He practically clenched his jaw as you said her name. Hearing her name coming out of your mouth was almost enough to make him snap.
He lowered himself down further, now pressing his body against yours.
"Show me what you did to her."
That was it. You were practically challenging him.He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, his grip almost bruising as he held them tightly in place"You want to know what I did with her, huh? I showed her things I'd probably never show you."
That caught your attention.Things he's never showed you? Hm. "Oh wow really why? Is she kinkier?"
you enjoyed pushing him to his limits, seeing how far he'd go or how angry you could get him.
He gripped your wrists even tighter, his body pressed flush against yours as he practically snarled in your ear. "She's a lot more submissive, that's for damn sure."
Yawn.
"That sounds boring.come on that's so disappointing." You were playing with him now.
He scoffs he was starting to get more and more pissed off and irritated at this point "She actually behaves"
"But I'm being quite the good girl right now. I'm behaving. Anyone can do that."
You were really testing his limits right now,"You're barely even behaving right now. She actually followed my orders. You don't."
"Oh boo hoo" you just have to keep adding fuel to the fire.
He leaned down and roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your head up so you were looking directly at him."You are really pushing it, you damn brat."
"What are you gonna do about it." You say muffled
"You wanna know what I'm gonna do about it, smartass? I'm gonna show you exactly what I did to her."Without another word, he roughly turned you over, flipping you over so that you were on your stomach, your face pressed into the bed. He was now straddling your hips from behind."I'm going to show you why she was so damn good for me."
"Yea you gonna make me submissive?" You say while looking back at him
He forced your head down, pressing your face into the sheets as he continued to hold you completely in place, his chest flush against your back, his legs straddling your hips.
"You better believe I'm going to make you submissive. You're gonna learn to do exactly as I damn well tell you, got it?" "Id like to see you try" you roll your eyes
He let out a low laugh as he heard your little challenge.He suddenly grabbed your hair and tugged it roughly, tilting your head up slightly so he could see your face better, his body still completely covering yours.In a swift motion, he slipped off your black panties and t-shirt, throwing them to the other side of the bedroom while your bra remained on. "Oh, I'll do a helluva lot more than just try, you damn brat." He now had you completely trapped, your hair in his grip and your body arched against his. already sliding his fingers into your dripping pussy. You let out a small gasp as you feel him in you. He chuckled against your neck, the sound of your groan extremely pleasing to him "what have nothing to say now? What happened to that attitude hm?" He took notice of your squirming, and it only served to egg him on even more than he already was. You were so sensitive and receptive to every touch "Don't tell me your already gonna cum?" He continues to pump his fingers in you.The room filled with obscene noises, alongside the wet, squelchy noises from your cunt. "Slow down-- to much-" you arch your back ass all the way up to the air "Your so sensitive..come on don't you like it when I touch you like this?" Stupid stupid sae of course you did.
You roll your eyes back "I'm gonna-- fuck-" you grip onto the bedsheets like a life support. You whine as you reach your climax "There you go..give it to me" he continues to work magically with his fingers. Before taking them out and flipping you on your back to kiss you. He smirked, pleased that you finally completed your "punishment" "Promise to be good now?"
Hm that's a tough question now. Should you? Or not?…I think not."Your gonna hate me for this" you giggle in-between kisses as you flip positions to where he's on his back now.
He was completely taken off guard by your sudden move of shoving him down onto the bed, his eyes widening as he suddenly found himself lying underneath you. "What the hell do you think your doing?"
"I think we're punishing the wrong person sae…" You whisper sweetly into his ear. How the hell did you manage to get the upper hand like this? He was supposed to be the one in control here.
But you were straddling his hips, effectively trapping him underneath you and whispering in his damn ear.
"Oh yeah? And what makes you think that?" He responded, his hands gripping your hips. "Mmm cause your in the wrong here.." you grab the pillowcase and use it to tie up his hands "I'm completely innocent."
He let out a scoff, not bothering to resist as you tied his hands—he could get out of this if he wanted, but the sight of you straddling him was admittedly kind of hot.His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Innocent? That’s rich." His hips bucked up slightly under yours, testing your hold on him. "Untie me and I’ll go easy on your damn ass later." You start to unbuckle his belt "No can do sae" you smile "I think I'll keep you like this for a little longer."
He let out an annoyed sigh, rolling his eyes as you clearly took enjoyment out of this "Enjoy it while it lasts," he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips despite his annoyance. "Because once I'm free? You're fucked, brat."
You pull his pants down just enough to see the wet spot on his boxers
"Oh I'll make sure I enjoy this..and by the looks of it you will too." You plant a cheeky little kiss on his cheek He found this whole situation almost ironic. You had him tied up and at your goddamn mercy and you were practically treating him like a doll.
It was almost endearing…almost.
"Mmhmm. Yea" He drawled out, his hips bucking up against yours again.
"Your so impatient sae." You trail your hand down his hard abs feeling him tense you. You swear you hear a little whimper come out of him.
He tried to buck his hips up again, testing your hold on him. "Come on, you gonna keep me like this for much goddamn longer?"
"I'll keep you like this for however long I want you, you hear me?"
He practically groaned at your response, his head falling back against the bed in frustration. He hated that he was letting you have this much. "You're gonna regret this later," he muttered under his breath, his smirk betraying the threat in his tone. "But for now? Do your worst."
There it was that was all you needed from him. "Oh? Are you giving me permission?" You tease him a little more by running your hands on his stomach.
He let out a low, almost purring sound as he responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm and challenge. "Go nuts, brat. Do your worst, see if I care."
Oh he's in for it now. "your so gonna regret that" you pull him out of his boxers..God you've seen it so many times but still it makes you all jittery inside. He was already leaking it was such a sight. You hover over him preparing yourself. you sink down onto his lap, the glistening head of his cock pressing against your entrance, each slow nudge sending fire through your body until your walls finally give way. the glorious stretch fills you inch by excruciating inch until you’re seated fully, lower belly tight and aching. a moan slips out before you can stop it. "Oh fuck-" you can't help it.
His breath caught in his throat for a second, his teal eyes widening in pleasure.he struggles against the restraints.
You start off slow adjusting yourself to his length.He tilted his head back ever so slightly, his eyes locking with yours. God, he could feel his heart racing.
You keep moving while you reach for his phone on the nightstand."What-- are you doing?" He tugs slightly at the pillowcase that kept his hands tied above his head.
You smile as you unlock his phone and pull up her contact "your gonna--tell her I'm better-" you whimper into his ear.
A slow smirk spread across his lips, though—if you were gonna do this, he was at least gonna enjoy watching.
"Call her," he challenged lowly, leaning up slightly despite the binds. "Tell her yourself." He bucks his hips into you.
"Ngh- ugh fine by me" you call the number on his phone waiting for the girl to answer. His breath hitched as you pressed the call button, his body tensing up under yours. The phone was already ringing—this was really happening. And then—her voice crackled through the line: "Sae? What's wrong?" A wicked smirk curled on his lips as he stared into your eyes and purred: Tell her. "This is miyu right?" You try to keep your voice steady but it's so so hard when hes so deep in you.
God, he couldn't help shivering, his body was so goddamn goddamn hyper-aware with you on top of him and your hand roaming his body.
Meanwhile, her voice came through the phone, sounding confused and worried. "Yes. Who is this? Is…Sae there with you?"
"Yea he's-- here with me... Look I don't know how long you've been seeing him but I recently found out about this" you say into the phone the fact that you were on the phone with her while doing it was only making him more turned on. her voice came through the phone, sounding almost scared now. "I-..what???" You can't believe the nerve of this girl why is she dodging. "You know what. Come on there's no-- need to lie anymore." the other end of the line, she let out a strangled, shaky gasp. "G-Goddamn it, are you two.. together??" You can feel sae twitch inside you. That little freak. He's such a mess under you it's such a good sight. "Do you wanna tell her sae?" He's letting out little moans and whimpers it's so pathetic. You almost feel sorry for him. He was trembling slightly now, his breathing coming out in ragged gasps as he desperately tried to gather himself. After a moment, he finally found his voice, his tone coming out more breathless than he wanted—but at this point, he couldn't damn well hide it
"Listen to me, Miyu--"He took another deep breath before continuing, struggling to keep his tone as steady as he could—which was damn difficult between all your damn teasing touches. "I'm not yours. I was never yours." Those words sounded like heaven, you speed up your pace starting to get louder. "He belongs to me--isn't that right sae? He's being-oh fuck-such a good-- boy right now" you speak into the phone. There was silence on the other end of the line—then suddenly,her voice is heard "you guys are sick fucks." Miyu hung up, clearly devastated by what she'd just heard from him. A slow smirk spread across his lips as he locked eyes with you again, muttering in a husky voice: "Happy now? Now untie me for damns sake- shit-- let me touch you." "Just let me enjoy this--" you plop down on him a couple times "shit shit shit--"
"Oh fuck-" with one final movement he ruts into you filling you up.
You pant as you catch you breath resting your body on his chest "you get one last final chance sae. Pull a stunt like this again were done."
A low groan escaped his throat, "I swear I won't mess this up again." He plants a kiss on your forehead.
