Fifth time writing!!!UNIVERSITY AU![part 3]Female reader×M.K Featuring:Michael Kaiser-Mentions of trauma,abuse,slow burn love,degration
part 2 got me 20 likes and 1 repost😭💔this lowkey comedy and super slow burn..
Kaisers eyes met your drifting gaze,he scowled-"eyes on that freak,who cant keep his tounge in."he hissed.
Isagi ran back to where you were seated on the bench,a little disappointed in himself for not scoring as he rambled on.
"And then i couldnt find out what i missed!!!"
"He stole the ball,before i could intervine!!"
"And then!-" "yes,yes,my little moe isagi,you can do better,i believe in you"you told him,hoping he would stop rambling into your ear.
Ness scrabbled off the bench to kaisers side,yipping away to the man-who didn't seem to absorb any of his meaningless words.Kaiser only shrugged ness's answers off,as if they were meant nothing to his ears-which they probally were.
You and isagi waited for the teacher to dimiss the class before leaving.
The next weeks had passed in a blur,isagi and kaiser arguing over each other.
The homework piled,you'd finish it within days and repeat,the cca days flashed in blurs of tiring labour.
You were walking past the field,after your cca had just finished,deciding to watch kaiser and isagi finish up with their class.
Kaiser and isagi matched up their shot course-swirvling through defenders,before kaiser made the final shot-the net wirling.
Fangirls on the benches cheered-some were disappointed in their biases,while kaiser spotted you and decided to call you out for staring.
"Oi,princess!"kaiser yelled,giving you his smug signature smirk,while he stood on the field.
The other girls whirled their attention onto you-who was now a walking target for all of kaisers fanbase.Some seethed,others whispered,some only laughed it off.
After all,you were the kid who had that sunny smile,weird habits.The one who wasnt it.
You werent skinny,not fat either..just somewhere in between?
Your results were average back in your old school,nothing about you really stood out,besides the fact that you werent really with a friend group.
Those stares.
The judging ones,where you felt like if you messed up,they would catch you,drag you down to the floor.Spread their lies,whisper their rumors.
Those stares and expressions that looked like they could eat you alive.
The faces waiting for you to fall,to kick you.The faces of envy,digust,joy,sadness,anger,for the past years,all you could rememeber was the faces directed at you.
Words cut sharper than broken glass,each one would pierce into your mind.
'Your so damn bad.'
'Shut up'
'Your voice is so damn unbearable.'
Thats right.You were always the kid who talked to much,smile to bright,laughed to loud.
Everything blurred together,fragments of memories collected,reality and what not.Everything blurred like a fever dream,while you felt hands close around you throat.
"Your the worst."
Nothing left your lips,nothing at all.You felt the suffocating insults,hands wrapped around your throat.Like a force that made your throat dry,needles that pricked into your neck.
'I didnt mean it,forgive me [your name]'
Forgive?
"[Your name]?"
The dam of memories and fragments broke,as if it was water,slipping through your fingers.
"Huh?"you whispered,voice shaking.
"You look..off."kaiser noted,raising his brow,his cold eyes had softened.The glaciers that once glared,looked almost soft,like calm waters.
The field had already emptied out,kaiser was still in his soccer wear,his hand on your shoulder.
He winced slightly,his brow furrowed by a fraction,his eyes yearned for an answer.
What was it he felt?
Concern?
No,his cold heart formed from his father,was stone cold.
The nights of cold winter,the kind that bit into your skin.
Fouth time writing!!!UNIVERSITY AU![part 2]Female reader×M.K Featuring:Michael Kaiser-Mentions of trauma,abuse,slow burn love,degration
I forgot to mention in the first part but this takes place in japan!>_< and all characters will be in this school>AU
Another thing!some characters will also have a rival path,like a game with many male leads!!!
You noticed-from the corner of your eye,isagi tensing at the screech if the chair.
Isagi met your curious gaze,giving a small smile."no,im fine!im just more sensitive-you could say!"he whispered,leaning over.
You perked,"so it a secret?"
Isagi smile widened"yea,a secret!"You practically beamed at the admission of being let in on a secret.
The teacher started the lesson
"We have a new student,who just transfered in mid term!please be nice to them!"
Meanwhile,you could feel the stares of students around you-directed at the new student-you.The teacher continued blabbering on about P.E(physical education class) regulations and so on.
"So..about..uhm.."you trailed off.."kaiser.."you continued.Isagis expression seemed to darken at the mention of kaiser."im curious,he dosnt seem like hes around here.."you piqed.
"Hes not,most students here are transfers,hes from germany."isagi stated,rolling his eyes-the first sign of real-unfilthered annoyance from his moe like features.
"Kaiser,you seem oddly fixated on her!""shut up."kaiser interupted ness's question,staring holes in the back of you and yoichis head.
"How..amusing"he mewed,pausing as if he was testing the word on his tounge.
The next few classes passed in a blur of whispering,eating and writing.
After a while,you felt a low sizzling sound,your ears catching it,you looked around but didnt see anything.Isagi started rubbing his eyes."something smells.."After a few minutes,most of the students were looking around,as if catching wiff of something.
"BLIIIINNGGG!!!!"The alarms let out a loud blare,high pitched and absoulutly painful to anyone who has sensitive ears.
All students,i repeat all students!THIS IS A DRILL!Please evacuate the building,there has been a fire near exit,3,4 and 6 stairway,please avoid going near the science lab!
Within minutes,students ran out laughing-another excuss to skip class.Isagi grabbed your wrist frimly,bringing out of class."even if its a drill,we have to take it as if it was real!"
"Oh,how charming of you,yoichi~"
Kaiser smirked lazily,grabbing your hand,interwining your fingers with his,he tugged you over.
"[Your name],let an emporer save you,not some measly knight whos aim is to slaughter me?"he hummed,pulling your hand to his mouth,placing a kiss.
Your face burned with embarrasment,but soon got snuffed out by ness's stare.
Students who have not made it down to the field-we have you names.
Please report to detention after school.
You groaned.
Isagi sighed.
Kaiser rolled his eyes.
Ness looked a little-worried about his student councill position.
the students poured back into their classes,while you and ness stood at the sidelines watching isagi and kaiser argue again.
"Yoichi,are you mad about your perfect record?"
"Oh,shut it kaiser!hop off your high horse,wont you!"
"At least i'd have a horse,unlike a certain knight."
"What knight!?!I dont wanna be apart of whatever freakist play this is!!!"
"Yea,sure you dont."
"IM SERIOUS!"
The two keep arguing,even as the class monitor told the class to go to the field,ness left while you followed behind.
"Your hair curls.like alot,like magic symbols."you commented,staring at ness's hair,that curled in diffrent directions.
"Magic?.."he slowed his pace,letting you catch up with him.
"Do you..perhaphs believe in magic?"he asked curiously,after all he had a passion for magic.
Magic.
He grew up in a family of scientist,valuing logic over his fasination with magic as foolish.This made him grow up emotionally neglected and bullied by his siblings.Soccer,was where he velieved that sports were a form of real life magic.
"I believe that the world is filled with magic and adventure!!!"You yipped,like an excited dog hearing treats.Those exact words,reminded him of his younger self.
-That indescribable feeling,that indescribable amazement.I cant explain it.
"Hey loser,do you believe in the impossible"
Those words got ness to believe in the magic of sports.
-at some point kaisers dream,became mine.
.."that reminds me of something i said when i was younger."
His pink eyes stared back at your believing naïve eyes.
Later in P.E,the teacher had two different classes to play with each other.Most of the boys played soccer,while some of the girls huddled together on the bench to watch.
"[Your name]!!who are you rooting for??"The girl who was in the center of the gathering,parted her friends aside,asking you in geniune curiousity.
You recalled her name was mia,a sweet girl,a bright smile with her perfect body-curves in all the right places.
It made you feel,a little insecure.
Wait,what?
You snapped out of it and replied quickly to her."uhm..kaiser i guess!!!.."What were you on about,you were going to say isagi,but all his emporer crap got to you,before you could correct yourself,the other girls gathered,asking for reasons.
Kaiser sideyed the bench,watching the girls gather and question you.Much like how reporters would swarm him,after a match where he scored-obviously.
After the uproar you sat with ness,watching kaiser and isagi."kaisers amazing."ness commented-engrossed with kaisers play,while isagi stole the ball from him,using diffrent playstyles."i cant explain it,but..is that isagi's magic?.."ness tilted his head,completely unaware of anything else.
"Kaiser's thighs look like they could crush my head between them."you mindlessly dropped that bomb of information,that you thought of.
Kaisers thigh muscles tigtened when he sprinted,sweat glistened,his collar was drenched.His thighs were strong,his muscular thighs flexed with every step he took.The sheer power of those damn quads were visible,with those running leggings.Dense corded muscle defined his thighs futher,thick and fleshy thighs that filled his pants perfectly.His thighs made the space he occupied look little-if not for his signature flashy dashes.
Ness looked a little closer to how kaisers thighs moved."you know what?your actually right,they do look like they could crush a can."
He had probally misheard head with can somehow-but you werent one to correct him.
Your eyes fell onto one player-no.9.Rin Itoshi-his name was on the back of his jersey.
Man,did he have looks that could rival kaiser or isagi..
Dark teal hair,one side of his bangs grew out longer,His teal eyes scanned the field.Before he lunged for the ball,stealing it effectivly and curving the shot into the goal.
-BEEP!!!GOAL TO RIN ITOSHI!!!!!
hell did those cold eyes make your stomach flip and the butterflues flutter.
Third time writing!!!
UNIVERSITY AU![part 1]
Female reader×M.K
Featuring:Michael Kaiser
-Mentions of trauma,abuse,slow burn love,degration
You hurridly rushed to school,wearing on your knee-high socks with your black leathered shoes.The light reflected of the glossy shine of your smooth oxfords shoes.The strap across the top of your foot with patent leather gave it a cute glossy pop.
"[Your name]!!!!Dont forget,your homeroom is on level 3,room 3b!!!Your mother reminded.
"Course i wont!!!"You beamed,shoving the bread into you mouth,biting at the crust of it.
You hurridly snatched your phone off the table,with that stupidly adorably purple phone charm-which had designs of flowers and cute bunnies.You rushed out and locked the door behind you,making your way to the bustop.
It was your first day-well technucally you had just jioned the school mid-term,so you didnt really know anyone,not even where you classroom was located.
"I hope my classmates are friendly!!!"you beamed,before immediatly shutting your mouth at others stares...
You couldnt help but remember,the reason you'd changed schools was because you couldnt really make friends due to your 'weirdness'.You silently vowed to make more friends-than the 3 that you had in your past school.
After getting onto the bus and playing your phone,while you waited for the bus to reach the stop.
You checked your phone,6:45am you were early-extremly,in fact you classes only started at 8am.You made your way to the school,rushing to find where the entrance was.You made a sharp turn-crashing into the back of someone.
"Scheiße!..Watch it!!!"
You looked up,rubbing your forehead where his shoulder had hit."ah,sorry my bad!i really didnt mean too-"your jaw slacked-eyes widened at the sight of him."
His hair was a bold two toned mullet,with golden-blonde hair,cascading into a bright blue dye.He turned back,his two blue rat tails whipped back as he turned to face you.His front hair was choppy and layered,framing his godly looking face.
"Ugh,you made me spill my cola,shortass."He groaned,his sharp blue eyes looked you up and down,while his red eyeliner(tattoo) only highlighted those mesmerising eyes.
You immediatly snapped out of it,you stumbled over your words "I-i..u-uhm..i don't.."
He raised his perfectly shaped brow,his blue rose tatoo snaking up his arm to his neck was too damn rebelious for a godly looking being like him.
"Can you tell me where the entrance gate is!?!"you blurted out without a second thought.
He stared at you baffled by your sudden change of topic-while you were speechless by your own outburst.
A moment of silence passed.
"That way."he said,pointing to his left,with the most judging face ever.
"Thanks" you muttered-embarrased enough as you made your way to the school entrance."god,im such a mess..."you mumered as you stifly strutted.
"Weirdo."He muttered under his breath,watching your retreating figure.His friend caught up to him,"kaiser!?..i lost you for a second!Where were you"he huffed.Kaiser turned back,face blank as ever before he spoke."i met some weirdo girl,she asked where the gate was.thats all ness."
"Weirdo?thats a little odd to say..also,your shirts stained."ness commented cluelessly.
"wait.THAT SHORTASS DIDNT APOLOGISE FOR RUINING MY SHIRT!"
A can crushed under his grip.
Meanwhile...
"Wait,he called me a shortass?..im 165cm!?IM TALL FOR MY GENDER!!"You muttered to yourself-better late than never realising the insult.
At the gate,you handed your student card to the security guard,the guard stared at your attire.your white blouse that covered till your wrist,tucked neatly into a high waisted skirt with soft pleats,hovering above your knees,the black wasnt to dark,like a lighter shade of black that bordered between soft and sharp.
The old guard smiled and nodded,giving you back your card and opening the door for you.
You thanked him and made your way to class,your phone charm clinked softly as you walked to class.
Your shoes clicked softly against the beigh tiles of the floor.
'Click,clack,clack'
The noise trailed behind you as you opened the classroom door shyly,the rows of seats and tables.The tables were meant for multiple people to share,while students chattered happily.
You hesitantly approached a nice looking guy,dark blue hair and big moe blue eyes stared back at you.
"You must be new,im yoichi isagi!!But you can call me isagi or..any other nicknames!"He beamed,his little ahoge made him seem even cuter.
"Is this seat taken?-"before you even finished he replied,"no,its not!!"he beamed,making your heart race with joy-finally someone friendly!!!!
You placed your bag on the floor,sitting down beside him excitedly."im [your name]!!nice to meet you,isagi!!"you beamed as you propped your face with your hand.
"You must be the new student!"isagi perked from his seat,like an friendly dog hearing people were coming over to become his friend.
The door slammed open at 7:45am,in came kaiser and ness,kaiser walked in like he owned the room,while ness followed behind.
"Ick.watch out for those clowns."isagi groaned."the one with the stupid blue tips is kaiser,dude calls himself 'gods chosen emporer' on the field"he said mimicking kaiser saying it.
He pointed at ness-the dirty blonde with pink tipped ends,whos hair curled like magic spells."thats ness,hes kaisers loyal dog-nice guy if you dont talk shit about kaiser"he remarked.
You nodded absent-mindly,noting it down in your head,the one who glared at you this morning was kaiser,and the dude with the smile was ness.
Kaiser scanned the room-locking eyes with you in the process,while ness put down his bag at the back row.Kaiser strutted over to you,he leaned down just enough to lock eyes with you.
"You still havent apologised for spilling my cola on me,you shortass."he spat out."im sorry"you blurted out as you kept staring at how damn majestic this man was.
"Sorry?thats amusing-"
"Michael kaiser,please return to your seat."the teacher interupted,rolling her eyes at him.
He let out a long sigh,before dagging himself back to the back row of his seat,dropping his bag down unceremoniously onto the floor.His chair screeched-on purpose,as he plopped down.
"Huh...his names Michael kaiser."you muttered,as you updated your brain.
End of part 1!!!ill continue making more parts!!
RRM out!!!!>_<
Im still learning how to use this writing ahh😭
synopsis: you ask your boyfriend how long he would stay at your grave! pt.1(?) of this
characters: yoichi isagi, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, kenyu yukimiya, ryusei shidou, alexis ness, don lorenzo
cw: suicide mentioned(?), dark jokes, and a tiny bit suggestive but it also falls under dark jokes, ooc 💔
a/n: okay i’m FINALLY DONE WITH this.. i deadass think it’s ooc for literally all of them but hey; procrastination didn’t last THAT long this time… this was a req btw (first req!!) i think…
don’t forget, likes, reblogs, and criticism is appreciated!
u start to do sae’s hair (˙ Ⱉ ˙) content | fluff, bf!sae, gn!reader
everyone forgets one thing about sae itoshi. soccer is the only thing he can do.
well, of course he can brush his teeth, shower, walk on two legs, cook himself food (to some extent), and all of the works. but of course, his only fixation was soccer. he was born with a ball at his foot. supposedly.
long story short — he’s not the brightest bulb, surprisingly.
when he met you, he — against his own will — learned a lot more things beyond soccer. and styling hair was somehow on that list. he found it stupid.
the reason how he learned it? well, it started one day when you were in his room and you were playing with his hair. you sat on the edge of the bed, him on the floor with his body between your dangling legs. your fingers clawed his tufts of maroon hair gently. as you combed through his hair, he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone.
then, you had twisted your torso to grab something without disturbing sae’s position. and sae heard the rummaging sounds of clicking and clacking.
“what are you about to do,” he questioned flatly, keeping his head down and eyes on his phone.
“how can you even see with those bangs in your face all the time?” you begin, settling your body back to before, this time with a comb lightly draping sae’s bangs back. “i’m helping you out. just wait.”
sae huffed, furrowing his brows as he felt the tension of your comb dragging his head back.
yank!
“hey,” sae grunted, his hand flying to swat yours away.
“whoops,” you laugh apologetically. “relax, i’ll be gentle. you just have a lot of baby hairs.”
sae sighed, dropping his hand in surrender. he let the force of your combing loll his head back slightly. with the expression he had, you wouldn’t be able to tell if he was hating this or loving it.
“gonna use some gel, alright?” you tell him.
“gel?” he repeated.
“yup,” you nod.
“why ge—”
splurt!
sae didn’t bother finishing his question. he closed his mouth, scrunching his face as he felt the unfamiliar texture of your gel-slicked hand. you pressed your palm along his combed back bangs, blanketing the substance on his hairs. finally, you lightly ruffled it with your fingertips.
your hand with lingering gel softly cascaded down his head to teasingly paw his face, causing him to jolt slightly — but not jolt away.
you grin, moving your hand to your side. “check it out, sae.”
sae went to the camera app on his phone, flipping it to show himself. he blinked at his own face for a few moments before he brought his hand to his face, tapping his forehead.
you snicker, watching his reaction. “what? don’t like your big forehead? at least you can see now,” you giggle.
“my forehead’s not big like yours,” he said back, though a glint lit up in his eyes.
he rested his phone in his lap, dropping his head more into your own lap to look up at you. he had an imperceptible smile on his face.
“it’s a nice look,” he tells you, softly and genuinely.
you smile, heat brushing your cheeks. “thanks, i always do your hair nice.”
he closed his eyes, letting himself fully relax.
“i like this look the most,” he murmured honestly. he opened his eyes again, teal sparkling up at you. “you should do it on me more often.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.” sae said to you. casually, affectionately.
— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
a//n i hope the reason for sae combing his bangs back is like rlly deep thatd be crazy lmfaooaoa stop
rins back arched sharply off the sheets, his teal eyes glassy and half-lidded as another broken moan slipped from his swollen lips.
he was a complete mess beneath you—sweat-slick skin with his thighs trembling where they were spread wide around your hips, his hole so thoroughly used it couldn’t even clench properly anymore.
you’d already come inside him three times, maybe four. each load pumped deep and left to sit while you kept fucking him through the aftershocks.
now you were just… grinding. slow, filthy rolls of your hips that barely pulled out at all. just shallow, deliberate circles that stirred your cum inside his wrecked hole with the head of your dick.
“f—fuck… haah—!” rin’s voice cracked. his hands fisted the pillows above his head like he needed something to anchor himself to. every lazy grind made an obscene, wet squelch echo between your bodies as your cock churned the warm mess deeper into him. “fucking..ngh-! pull out! ..ugh shit!”
you could feel it—hot, slippery, overflowing just enough that a pearly bead of it leaked out around your shaft with each slow rotation of your hips.
“do you really want me to?” you murmured, pressing your forehead to his, voice low and rough. “ you feel that? so fucking full of me, rin-rin~. i’m just pushing it all deeper… keeping it right where it belongs.”
he whimpered at your words, hips twitching weakly like he wanted to fuck himself back on you but had no strength left. his cock lay flushed and untouched against his stomach, twitching pathetically with every grind that stirred your jizz against his prostate.
“too much… s’too deep— you’re too….fuuuuck ~.” he gasped, but his legs hooked tighter behind your back anyway, pulling you in like he couldn’t stand even a centimeter of space.
you answered by rutting your hips again, feeling the way his insides fluttered and sucked around you, your cum sloshing warmly with every shallow thrust.
you weren’t fucking him anymore. you were using him to warm your dick. making sure every thrust packed your load even further inside his trembling body.
rin’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry as another weak spurt of his own cum dribbled from his cock, completely untouched.
you smiled against his throat and kept grinding. tight twists that relentlessly kept kissing that sweet spot inside him. swirling every drop of your seed deeper like you had all night to do it.
Hoodies. The whole thing had turned weird when all the hoodies started to show up.
But let’s go back to the beginning of you being the roommate of one of the infamous duos on campus - Michael Kaiser and Alexis Ness.
They hadn’t actively looked for a roommate. Might even have preferred someone playing in their league. But then you came along - all soft curves, shy smiles and they decided you were the perfect fit.
A part of you understood it. You were the calm to their chaos. The one who liked too cook and didn’t complain when they threw parties until five in the morning.
Well. Let’s get back to these hoodies which randomly showed up in the shared space. You could call it a collection at this point.
Michael Kaiser owned expensive clothes. Designer sneakers lined the hallway. Jackets that probably cost more than your monthly grocery bill hung neatly by the front door.
And yet every single oversized hoodie somehow ended up forgotten on the couch. Or draped over a dining chair. Or tossed over the armrest of your favorite spot.
“You forgot your hoodie again,” you’d call.
Kaiser barely looked up from his phone as he drawled lazily, “Did I?”
“You did.”
“Hm.”
“You want it back?” you’d ask as you pressed the hoodie to your chest.
“You can wear it,” his eyes had flickered to you - dark and unreadable.
Every time. And every time that hoodie ended up hugging your body.
Alexis Ness was even worse.
He’d wash his hoodies, fold them neatly and leave them on the chair in the kitchen where youd always sit and eat.
You’d blink and hold up the hoodie. “Alexis?”
“Oh.”
“You forgot it.”
“Did I?”
“You’ve done that three times this week.”
He’d smile softly and then a little cheeky. “You keep getting cold.”
“I have blankets.”
“I know.” he’d approach you and put the hoodie around your shoulders. “I still think the hoodie suits you better.”
You’d laugh, cheeks warming. “You’re both weird.”
No. They weren’t weird. They eased you into an obsession that grew in their hearts since the day you’ve moved in.
Living with the two most popular men on campus wasn’t nearly as glamorous as everyone imagined. People called them the campus gods. You called them fondly your idiots.
Mostly because they argued over whose turn it was to buy groceries for the week. You had offered to do that, but they had shut that down immediately.
However their status was… well, you didn’t know much about the whole hierarchy of the campus. But you knew Kaiser and Ness were on top of it.
Constantly new girls would leave the apartment after spending the night. Mostly coming from Kaiser while Ness couldn’t walk through the student union without someone asking him to tutor them or inviting him somewhere.
You were never invited.
“Big party tonight,” Kaiser announced one Friday, grabbing his keys.
You looked up from the couch. Heart pounding as your cheeks grew warm. “Oh?”
“You don’t like parties anyway.”
Now that wasn’t the truth.
“I mean…”
“You’d hate it,” Kaiser argued.
Ness had at least the decency to look guilty, because he knew you’d love to join them. For you it wasn’t even about getting drunk and hookup, but just the experience.
“They’re loud,” Ness said carefully. “People get shitfaced and puke everywhere.”
“I know,” you chewed your bottom lip. “You’re right. I’ll stay home.”
Both of them pretended they didn’t saw the way your smile became just a little smaller.
You’d stopped asking after the fourth party. At first you’d wondered if they simply assumed you weren’t interested. You were shy after all.
Then after months… well. It became harder not to think something else. Fuck, you weren’t blind, okay?
You knew you didn’t look like the girls constantly hanging around your apartment. They were all tiny dresses and perfect makeup and effortless confidence.
You were soft with round cheeks. Thick thighs that rubbed together when you walked and a tummy that made oversized hoodies your favorite thing in the world.
When you sat down on the couch the first thing you did was grabbing the little pillow to hide your tummy. Arms that you tugged under the blanket.
You weren’t unhappy with yourself every day. This would be bullshit. Your softness didn’t define your beauty.
But some days you caught your reflection and wondered if maybe your roommates worried what people would think.
Imagine being roommates with Michael Kaiser. The untouchable king, the number one on the college soccer team. Next to him Alexis Ness, more subtle, but not less powerful with his unhinged streak.
Then imagine introducing your chubby roommate to all his gorgeous friends.
Maybe they were embarrassed. They were definitely embarrassed, because you didn’t fit in their world.
The thought lodged itself somewhere deep inside you until it poisoned your mind. You hated it. You knew they owe you nothing, but you just wanted… to be a part of all of this. Even when they faked it.
God, it hurt so much.
But you pretended and smiled. At least for them.
One rainy afternoon you stood in front of the bathroom mirror wearing one of Kaiser’s hoodies. Despite your plushy body it swallowed you whole. The sleeves covered your hands and the hem brushed your thighs.
It smelt like him which was comforting as much as it pained you.
Still, you loved how safe oversized clothes felt. Loved how they let you exist without wondering if your shirt clung too tightly around your stomach.
“You alive?” Kaiser called through the door.
“Yeah.”
“You’ve been in there forever.”
Shyly you opened the door and immediately his eyes landed on you. You didn’t know what happened, but that usual cocky grin disappeared.
“Looks good.”
“The hoodie?” you laughed softly.
“No.”
His answer came so quickly it caught both of you off guard. Your heart - fuck, your poor heart stuttered for a second as he cleared his throat.
“The… hoodie looks good.”
… oh okay.
“Thanks,” you smiled anyway.
After you walked away Kaiser stayed standing in the hallway. His eyes squeezed shut and his fists curled tightly. Ness appeared beside him and shook his head.
“You almost said it.”
“I know.”
Two days later there was another party and of course the boys didn’t even bother asking you. And you didn’t have the guts to demand that they take you with them.
So, you’re all curled up on the couch with a huge bowl of popcorn and the soda Ness had bought you the other day. Plus that terrible dating show you secretly enjoyed watching sometimes.
And sometimes good little things happened, like tonight. Around midnight the apartment door opened and the boys came back. A little tipsy, their face lighting up when they saw you curled together like a little human burrito.
Kaiser dropped two takeout bags onto the coffee table. “We brought dumplings.”
“Ooooh,” you cooed with a smile. “You remembered!”
Ness looked impossibly pleased with himself as he let himself fall onto your right side. “You said you were craving them.”
Meanwhile Kaiser opened the takeout boxes and fed you one of the dumplings. But it wasn’t this. They didn’t smell like another girl - just their usual expensive Cologne and the faint smell of beer. So you happily opened your mouth.
Together you ate while the contestants cried dramatically on TV. Kaiser complained about every couple, Ness laughed until he snorted and you laughed so hard your stomach hurt.
It felt like home. No. It definitely was home and in these moments the ache in your chest disappeared.
But nothing could’ve prepared you what would happen three weeks later.
You’d been already on your way to class when you’d noticed that you forgot one of your books. Quickly you went back to the apartment when you heard their voices from the kitchen.
“…she should come next time,” Ness said quietly.
Your heart squeezed before jumping in excitement. Finally. Finally they’d take you to a party too.
“No,” Kaiser answered immediately.
Your stomach dropped. See? This had to be, because they felt ashamed. Or at least Kaiser did.
“I don’t think we can keep hiding her forever,” Ness said carefully.
… hiding? You didn’t understand.
“No.”
“Michael.”
“No.”
A painful silence followed as you listened closely. You were so close to find out the reason.
“The second people see her,” Kaiser sighed. “They’ll notice.”
You frowned confused. Notice what? It wasn’t a secret that you looked the way you looked or that you lived together with them.
“Have you seen the way she smiles?” Kaiser added quietly.
“Yeah,” Ness laughed quietly.
“And she’ll wear probably one of our hoodies.”
“Yeah.”
“And every idiot there is going to think she’s adorable.”
“Yeah.”
“And then some asshole is going to ask for her number.”
Another silence followed. All while your thoughts raced. Were the hoodies the problem? You could wear something nice too.
Then Kaiser spoke so quietly you almost missed it. “I’m not interested in competing.”
Your heart stopped. Competing? Competing against who and why and what and where and everything in between.
“I already hate when guys look at her in the cafeteria,” Ness rubbed a hand down his face annoyed.
“They don’t even know her yet.”
“I know.”
“I’d rather keep her here.”
“Safe and away from these assholes.”
“Our girl,” Kaiser whispered.
“Our girl,” Ness murmured softly.
You couldn’t breathe. Huh? What? Their girl? Like in their their girl?
“You know what she thinks?” Ness continued, more serious now.
“What?”
“I think she thinks we don’t invite her because we’re embarrassed of her.”
So. Ness had noticed. Great. Really. Your eyes burned with shame.
“Scheiße. What?” Kaiser sounded horrified.
“C’mon Michael. The parties we don’t invite her too. The girls sometimes coming over. Don’t tell me you don’t notice how quiet she gets.”
Kaiser didn’t answer as his face scrunched up in anger and pain. This was never the plan. They just… he did. Scheiße. Scheiße. Scheiße.
The kitchen fell silent, but you could hear Kaiser’s heavy breathing. The one you knew he was getting when he suppressed something. And then your heart broke.
“I’d burn every party on campus down before I’d ever be embarrassed of her,” Kaiser whispered strained.
You covered your mouth. Still putting together the pieces while not allowing you to hope.
“She doesn’t even know what we see when we look at her,” Ness laughs without any humor.
“Unser hübsches mädchen.”
Our beautiful girl. Oh god.
“Our girl who likes to steal our hoodies,” Ness hummed.
“I leave them out on purpose,” Kaiser chuckled. “You do too.”
“Love when she wears them. Makes me feel even more possessive,” Ness mused and Kaiser agreed.
You accidentally dropped your keys, because what? What?
Both men froze and you squeaked an embarrassed, confused. “Hiii.”
Neither of them had ever moved so fast in their entire life. The kitchen doorway filled with two very panicked roommates. Your eyes were glossy when you looked up at them.
“So,” you laughed weakly. “I guess I wasn’t supposed to hear that.”
“No,” Ness admitted.
“You think I’m embarrassed of you?” Kaiser sounded so offended.
You looked down at yourself and you needed to tell them. Especially Kaiser. “I’m chubby.”
“I’m aware,” Kaiser narrowed his eyes.
“I thought maybe—”
“You thought wrong,” Kaiser cut in. “So wrong it’s almost impressive.”
A watery laugh escaped you and you quickly covered your mouth. Immediately Ness stepped closer and pried the hand from your mouth.
“Do you know what we see?”
You shook your head.
“We see the woman we want to come home to.”
“The woman who makes this apartment feel like home,” Kaiser added.
“The woman who looks impossibly cute drowning in our hoodies,” Ness continued.
“The woman we’ve both been trying very hard not to scare.”
“Scare me?” you asked softly.
“Scheiße schatz, we’ve been hard for you since the day you moved in,” Kaiser rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at Ness, who looked at Kaiser with a sigh.
“We’re in love with you, engel,” Ness said, surprisingly nervous. “We’ve been waiting.”
“For what?”
Kaiser looked at you as if the answer were obvious, “For you. Until you’re ready for us.”
The apartment went quiet - the three of you standing in the place that had quietly become a home.
You looked down at the oversized hoodie covering your soft frame. The one you’d always worn because it made you feel hidden, safe and small. Then you looked back up at the two men who had never wanted to hide you, because of your body.
They’d only wanted to protect the future they believed was waiting for them. They’d been waiting and biding their time and claiming you in small ways. With their hoodies, with keeping you hidden in the apartment, because the thought of another guy approaching you would’ve sent them in a frenzy.
It was never shame. It was love wrapped in the sweetest obsession.
“Can I keep stealing the hoodies?” you asked softly.
Kaiser laughed as he nodded. He then crowded you, trapping you between him and Ness.
“You were keeping them anyway.”
“I’ll even buy more,” Ness winked.
“And,” Kaiser added with a grin, “Next party? You’ll walk in wearing my hoodie.”
Ness and you looked surprised to Kaiser whose blue eyes turned a little feral at the thought. Automatically Ness’ turned dark too.
“It’s time that everyone knows who you belong to and who we come home to. Now and forever,” Kaiser whispered into your ear.
“Now let us show you,” Ness breathed into your ear as he nudged you towards Kaiser’s bedroom.
Your class was forgotten as they wrecked you completely. Ruining you for every other men as they took turns with your soft plushy body.
Two hours later you walked across the campus with them. Your holes still stretched out and leaking, a soft glow across your face. Ness’ hoodie hiding perfectly the slight tremble of your thighs.
… and across the campus the trio watched the other notorious duo. One calm and the other with a feral insanity that left you uncomfortable… not far away was your classmate. So nerdy, so sweet - about to be ruined once they both strike.
╰┈➤ they won’t stand by while someone else takes their place. so what do they do? they ruin it.
⁺⋆.˚𐙚 starring characters: michael kaiser, don lorenzo, julian loki, itoshi sae
༄cw: nsfw, fem reader, obsessive & possessive themes, toxic behavior, stalking (implied), p in v, mutual masturbation, oral receiving m, exhibitionism, voyeurism, non-consensual filming, degradation, rough sex, dub-con
a/n: i think my brain wants to do a pt2…👁️
the night had been easier than you expected. a simple, carefree night to chase a thrill. and for a while, you had completely forgotten everything else.
the music, the lights, the crowded room full of strangers—it all blurred together in an obscure, warm and distant bubble. you had spent the evening laughing, talking, and enjoying the company of someone you had been getting to know throughout the night. someone who made the night feel simple.
you didn’t think about the fact that you hadn’t told don lorenzo, but you were single, free as a bird with no obligation to tell him exactly who you were hanging out with. at least, that’s what you told yourself.
the brisk air had greeted you the moment you stood outside of the venue. the distant bass could still be heard and felt in your bones, even from this far away. the function continued without you, a glow of flashing hues and muffled voices spilling into the parking lot.
the guy you met had offered to walk you to your car, still talking about something that made you laugh earlier. there was a charming way about him that enabled you to remain interested. smiling and listening, your attention focused solely on him. until you notice his silence. he had completely stopped talking and froze beside you.
“hey…this is your car, right?” he asked, voice shaken with uncertainty as his hand slid around your waist.
you look up, and there he was, don lorenzo. he leaned casually against your car like he had been there for a while. the distant glow from the venue caught the edges of his messy dark green hair, the faint purple tips standing out beneath the colored flashes pouring on the pavement. his posture was relaxed, almost lazy, arms crossed as he watched the two of you approach.
don didn’t look at you with anger, per se, that would’ve been too easy. instead, there was this familiar look of amusement settled on his features.
“who’s this?” he asked in a mere conversational way.
the guy beside you immediately noticed the tension. his posture shifted, stepping closer slightly, not quite understanding the situation.
“she’s leaving with me,” he said, his voice firmer than before. “is there a problem?”
well you’re fucked.
lorenzo simply looked at him, trying to figure out what exactly made this person think they belonged in the conversation, one that clearly didn’t need his input. don only smiled, the false teeth in his mouth riddled with gold.
then his attention turned back to you, removing his weight from the car.
“you really thought you could disappear for the night and think i wouldn’t find out?”
you opened your mouth but failed to formulate a response in time. lorenzo was already reaching for the belt tethering his pants together.
“c’mere and show him what i taught you, tesoro, and you better hope no one comes outside."
you weren’t sure what had gotten into you, following his directions with no delay. your knees were pressed painfully into the pavement of the parking lot, a rough hand gripping the back of your head, pushing you further and further onto his cock. lorenzo’s tip prodding the back of your throat as you helplessly gag around him.
“what did i say? no hands, ok?”
you bat your eyelashes up at him, fresh tears clinging to your waterline as you nod, obeying him wholeheartedly, sucking his cock as if the man you met at the venue earlier wasn’t being forced to watch you choke on someone else's dick.
don threatened him if he were to walk away or take his eyes off you. lorenzo was dead set on showing this unworthy man who you belonged to, enjoying the way he shuffled uncomfortably, briefly looking around to see if anyone was coming; his erection pushing against his pants to form an aching tent. oh, but he watched. he did exactly what he was told.
“you’re giving him a good show, tesoro. i think he likes it. how about i fuck you on top of the car next, ok?”
the giddy smile on your face refused to disappear.
even after you stepped through the front door, kicking off your shoes, dropping your bag onto the nearest surface with no care in the world, riding high on cloud 9.
it felt like you were floating. it had been a good night, a genuine good night. you couldn’t recall the last time you had laughed that much on a date—the kind of laughter that left a residual tingle in your cheeks, or the kind that stayed with you even after you were alone.
you and your date had conversations that seemingly lasted for a lifetime, full of jokes, a happy reprieve from everything demanding in your life.
you were content. until your phone lit up with one notification, and one name.
michael
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your smile faded immediately. it wasn’t out of fear, but because you knew michael kaiser never sent you anything without reason.
you picked up your phone. the first thing you saw was the image. your stomach dropped, anxiety swarming beneath your ribcage.
it wasn’t just…a random picture, it was a picture taken from a distance: you and your date. walking together, laughing, completely unaware of the possibility that someone could’ve been watching. for a moment, you only stared. lost for words.
then another message appeared.
you really thought i’d let you get away with that?
it was hard to discern what type of emotion came with that sentence. was it indignation? was it hurt?
you didn’t even have a chance to respond before he sent you another alarming text.
you have ten fucking seconds to open your door, or i force my way in. is that clear?
your heart hammered in your chest. you stared at the door, trying to decide whether you were more annoyed or unsettled by the fact he was there—or aroused that he cared so much about your affairs that it angered him. ten seconds.
and deep down? you weren’t surprised. your feet were moving towards the door before your cognition could even catch up. the moment the door cracked open, the air seemed to evaporate.
michael’s jaw was set so tightly that the muscles flexed angrily beneath his pale skin, a vein standing out faintly along his neck. his usually immaculate blond hair had fallen slightly out of place. his cold eyes met yours before stepping past the threshold, closing the door slowly behind him with a deliberate click.
he had you now, he wasn’t going to let you go.
that revelation came to you late, far too late, when you had your face pressed into the pillows, the wetness from your eyes transferring onto the pillow covers. your knuckles gripping the sheets below you for purchase as kaiser slammed in and out of you from behind, his cock bullying your pussy as you shamefully clenched around him.
kaiser was mean and relentless.
“you wish it was him touching you instead?” kaiser sneered, his hands spreading your ass further apart, sliding his cock deeper into your sodden hole.
“no—only you micha—!” you whimper into the pillows, your eyes threatening to roll back from how good he was fucking you.
“smart girl.” he leaned down, his chest touching the dampness of your spine. “this is all your fault; i wouldn’t have to fuck you senseless if you hadn’t gone out with him in the first place, schatz.”
and the next morning? you would have a hard time trying to explain to your date why you had sent him a video of you getting fucked into the mattress, knowing damn well you weren’t the one who sent it.
your apartment was unusually quiet.
you slipped your shoes off by the door, not noticing a pair already there. setting your keys into an opaque bowl on the counter with a soft clink as the evening replayed in your mind like a broken record. you had met someone at a local function, and meeting him had made the whole night even more unforgettable. the easy, light-hearted conversations, effortless laughter, a pleasant drive home—
the thought had immediately vanished from your mind as soon as you rounded the corner into the living room and stopped. someone was already here.
itoshi sae sat on the far end of the couch, one leg crossed over the other, posture unflawed despite the ungodly hour. a single lamp cast a warm glow across the room, catching the sharp lines of his face as he looked up from whatever he had been occupied with.
he didn’t seem surprised to see you. if anything, it was as though he expected you to walk through that door at that exact moment.
his expression gave nothing away, no irritation, no disappointment, no relief…just a deadpan stare boring into you.
your pulse faltered. “sae…?”
he didn’t answer immediately, his eyes raking appreciatively over your body as he let the silence linger for far too long.
only then did he set aside what he’d been absentmindedly turning over in his hand before leaning forward to rest his forearms against his knees. sae’s gaze slowly lifting to meet yours.
“who were you with?”
you don’t answer. it’s not that you don’t want to, it’s simply because you’re not sure if you can. the ability to utter a single word becomes null and void on your tongue.
sae releases a resigned sigh, standing from his place on the edge of the couch. and that’s how you knew you were fucked. but nothing could properly explain the arousal coating your panties as you let him command you to sit on the couch, legs spread as you touched yourself in front of him.
“sae please—i can’t cum like this.” you huff, knuckle deep in your pussy, willing your mind to imagine his cock sliding inbetween your folds instead of your measly fingers.
sae finally looks up from your fingers plunging in and out of you, his hand sliding under his waistband to fix the way his erection was lying in his pants.
“you want it?” he asked you, voice full of scorn.
“fuck yes, please, sae—it won’t happen again i promise.”
he scoffs a humorless laugh, tilting his head back in his chair, unzipping his pants to free his throbbing erection, gripping the base of his cock with a teasing stroke.
“i’ll give it to you once i’ve decided you earned it.” sae strokes himself to the timely thrusts of your fingers; you whimper in exasperation, the fact that it was right there in front of you and you couldn’t have it? upset you more than it should.
“please.” your ministrations move faster despite yourself, your free hand coming in to rub tight circles against your clit.
“what would your date think if he knew you were begging for someone else's cock inside you?” he jeered, his hand on his shaft moving to match your pace.
you shake your head. “dunno—m’sorry sae, just—please fuck me.”
“you’re such a slut for making me enjoy this; you know that?”
and when he finally deemed you worthy of his cock, you learned your lesson right then and there, to entertain no one else but him.
the evening had been pleasantly uneventful.
it wasn’t filled with grand gestures, no expensive restaurants, no elaborate plans, so on and so on. it was just two people wandering wherever the night happened to take them.
you had started with dinner, lingering far longer than either of you anticipated, as one conversation effortlessly became another. the food had long since gone cold, neither of you noticing until the server politely asked whether you wanted anything else.
from there, you and your date wandered through the city without much of a destination. and by the time he walked you back to your car, neither of you seemed eager to end the night. you exchange one last smile, promising to do it again sometime before climbing into your seat.
it had been nice, really nice, so nice that you had forgotten about your peculiar relationship with julian loki. a situationship, rather. you had finally managed to go a single night without him plaguing your mind.
you pulled into your driveway, killed the engine, and sat there for a second, letting the silence settle around you and the weight of today’s events.
the porch light cast a warm glow over the front steps as you climbed out of your car, keys jingling softly in your hand as you reached for the front door, sliding the key into the lock.
your phone vibrates.
you take your phone out of your pocket as you glanced at the screen. julian.
your brows knit together; it was late, and he rarely called at this time…if he ever called you at all, that is.
you answered as you push the door open. “hello?”
“...seems like you enjoyed yourself.”
“...julian?” you ask incredulously, fully within the safety of your home.
“i figured i’d let the night end before i called.”
you straighten, your grip tightening around your phone. “you were there?”
“i was. i saw that outfit you wore, and i knew it looked familiar. does he know i fucked you in that?”
time seemed to stall around you, heat flaming your cheeks. you swallow the saliva sitting in your throat uneasily, legs crossing themselves before you could realize it.
“no, right?”
“julian—”
“does he know i had you crying on my dick that night? does he know how pretty you look when you cry?”
a muffled noise of surprise escapes you, but it could’ve easily been interpreted as a desperate moan, begging to leave your mouth.
“don’t tell me this is turning you on, mon cœur; that’s disgusting.” loki ridicules you; you could practically hear him grinning from ear to ear over the phone.
“please, julian, don’t start.” you were truly pathetic, fingers reaching to trace your clit through the fabric.
“don’t start? i haven’t even started yet.”
a pause.
“i wish you could see what you do to me.” a groan leaves his lips, clear and audible in your ear. “you want to know what i’m doing?”
you shake your head as if he’d see you do it. “no…i don’t.”
“huh? you don’t? you don’t think i can hear your wet pussy from the phone?”
ah, well, he caught you now. you had been so distracted, replaying his words in your head, your fingers had slipped past your panties and pushed eagerly into your wetness.
“if you want me to stop, you better lie to me convincingly, mon cœur.”
the club is exactly how you imagined it to be: flashing red lights, booming edm music and a crowd of elbows in the stomach and half sweaty, half perfume-drenched screaming people.
as you shimmy your way through the crowd, searching for the table your friends are at, you catch the eyes of a few men checking you out. you regret choosing the low cut black dress you are now wearing, before remembering that hey, sae is missing out on that. hah. serves him right.
you try to convince yourself that you don't miss sae. that it doesn't affect you. he's been ghosting you for two weeks, so what? it's not like you have feelings for him. you were simply friends with benefits. nothing more. it changes nothing to your life that he moved on and forgot about you. ...right?
as the night goes on and the alcohol slowly makes its way through your system, the club kind of does get enjoyable. the music is still pounding in your ears, but now there is a slight buzz humming through your body, making you feel quite... floaty.
you let yourself drift away from reality, your body moving itself in this human swarm, swaying to the loud beat playing from the huge speakers. you barely register the hands of someone grabbing your waist, before this someone says somethings in your ear.
"what's a pretty thing like you doing all by yourself?" he yells over the music. it's a man in his late twenties, dark hair slicked back and wearing a neon orange suit. he offers you a smirk as his fingers trail down your waist to your hips, and you can't help but compare his touch to sae's.
"i'm not interested", you find yourself saying automatically, your lips moving before your brain even got a chance to think. like they know who you heart already belongs to.
"come on", the man insists, making you hesitate. "i'll show you a good time".
"...will you pay for my beer?"
you're laughing.
you don't know why, nor since when, but here you are, sat at a beer-covered table, laughing out loud like never before.
the man who paid the five or so beers that you chugged throughout the night is still by your side, arm firmly wrapped around your shoulders. you can feel his warm breath in the shell of your ear. it's not enjoyable, it's not comfortable, it's not nice and seductive like sae—
wait, why are you thinking about him again? it's almost as if you could still hear his voice, scolding you, saying...
"what the fuck, name?"
you blink hard, once, then twice. oh, funny. you miss him so much that your mind made up some hallucination of him, right here, standing before you and staring you down in the club.
you can't help but laugh again. god, your head is heavy. but it feels so good...
"you're coming with me", the fake sae states firmly and grabs your wrist. you didn't know an illusion could feel so realistic.
"hey man, what do you think you're doing?" the beer-buyer protests, grabbing your shoulder to prevent you from standing up. wait, can he also see him? then, that means...
"sae...?" you mumble, your tongue heavy on the name. beside you, the man, whose name you don't even remember, tense up. he and sae exchange a few words, but you can't even focus enough to actually listen. so you just let out a light-headed chuckle.
sae pulls you to your feet, or at least you think so: the world is kind of swimming around you right now. but there is a thing you are sure of feeling, and it's sae's warm palm on the small of your back.
"are you out of your mind?" his deep, smooth voice asks near your ear, and this time it's enjoyable, it's nice, it's seductive, and it's sae's. "how much did he make you drink?"
you lift your eyes to meet his, and despite your blurry sight, his teal gaze is still so beautiful you feel like you could die on the spot. your chest feels weird and heavy and all you can do is laugh.
sae stares at you in disbelief as loud giggles escape your lips, your hands gripping his arms to keep you upright. you feel so happy. sae is here, and he's so handsome, and he smells so good, and oh, how you missed him... how you missed him every day, thinking about him, wishing he was here with you...
"...why are you crying?"
you kiss him.
the bathroom tiles are cold against your back, but you're too focused on the warmth of sae's hands on your skin to care.
the booming music can still be heard, along with bits of the raging crowd whenever the bathroom door opens and closes again. it's a loud, numbing hum which makes your bones buzz and your heart beat along the song.
sae's lips melt against yours, his breath already becoming ragged even though you've only been kissing for a few minutes. you kiss him back like your life depends on it, his hair pulled by your ruthless fingers and your mouth chasing his desperately.
"name", sae whispers against your lips as he opens his eyes to look at you, breaking the kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck to prevent him from pulling away. you can't let him go. you just got him back.
"what? just kiss me".
"not unless you tell me why you started crying", he replies. his teal eyes scan your face, thumbs gently rubbing under your eyes. "did he hurt you?"
"no. and i'm not crying anymore".
"you were though".
"it was the alcohol".
sae's sigh as you kiss him again makes you weak in the knees. his thumb angles your jaw just the right way for him to tangle his tongue with yours, the taste of him mingling with yours in a delicious dance.
"was it?" he asks as he catches his breath, eyes still closed. you let your forehead rest against his, basking in his presence that you missed so much.
"i'm a sad drunk".
his fingers linger on your jaw, before trailing to your neck, and finally pulling away. you immediately miss his touch, your hand shooting up to catch his wrist and hold him back. "don't leave".
"why not?"
you swallow with difficulty, your throat tight and hurting. to him, you are merely a friend, and you know it. all he ever wanted from you was physical pleasure. so why did you get your hopes up? after all, why would a soccer star like him want you, the average young adult still figuring life out? it was doomed from the start.
"see?" sae breathes out, the back of his hand tenderly brushing your cheek. "you're crying again".
"i'm not", you sob, attempting to cover your face out of shame. you can feel fat tears and snot ruining both your makeup and your reputation. but he prevents you from doing so, carefully prying your hands away from your face.
"stop it, i'm an ugly crier".
"that's not true". his cold, light eyes travel to yours, before he leans down, pressing his mouth against the corner of your mouth. from there, his lips trail all the way to your eyes, kissing away the salty tears running down your cheeks. your breath catches.
"sae..." you whisper, breathless, voice and fingers equally shaking now. you're still hot and tipsy, but the sheer emotion of the moment strikes you head on, making it impossible to hold back your crying. you suddenly feel very sober, and weird, and absolutely freaking miserable. "stop it, sae".
sae pulls back to meet your gaze, some strands of his gelled hair falling back down on his forehead. you can't read his face. but honestly, when could you ever?
"i'm worried about you", his low voice answers, making you huff dryly.
"since when?" you snap back. "isn't the only thing you worry about getting laid?"
sae flinches, eyebrows furrowing. he's still close to you, your back still pressed against the bathroom wall, but you don't want to think about how much you just want to make out with him right here and now. you're done. you won't be this toy he thinks he can throw away anymore.
"where is this coming from?" he asks, jaw tight.
"for fuck's sake, sae! you've been ghosting me for two entire weeks, and then you kiss me in some shitty club thinking i owe it to you?" you cry out, new tears spilling from your eyes. "well, i'm not this... goddamn slut you can fuck whenever you want".
his eyes widen, and he takes a step back. "look, name..."
"i love you", you blurt out. you can't see his reaction, your sight way too blurry from your tears. "just... love me back, or don't". your head hangs low, hands wiping your tears as you keep on sobbing, waiting for a reply. but he stays silent.
then, you can feel a tentative hand brush your arm. "name, look at me". sae waits for a moment, but you don't. "please?"
you blink away some fresh tears and look up at him, chest constricting at the sight. his emotionless gaze has been replaced by a soft one, two tender eyes now staring at you with... concern? you really don't know how to read his expression, and the alcohol in your system isn't making things easier.
"...what?" you ask, voice husky as you almost choke on a sob.
sae stays silent for a few seconds, before extending his hand to you, palm up. "trust me?"
you are tempted to just walk away, but decide to give him one more chance and take his hand. he offers you a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes, before leaving a peck to your knuckles and leading you out of the bathroom, his grip firm on your hand.
you dive back into the crazy human swarm, doing your best to follow sae. you can see his back weaving through the crowd elegantly, his arm trailing behind him not to let you go. your ears are ringing from the deafening music, and your legs are weak, the uncomfortable buzz still running underneath your eyelids and behind your ears.
sae drops by a table occupied with a few of his soccer teammates that you recognize. he doesn't let them a chance to call you or him out, simply swinging his bag over his shoulder before leaving. without ever letting go of your hand.
you feel so much in a haze that you barely remember picking up your own things, but a few minutes after, you and sae are out of the club.
the fresh air is welcomed into your lungs and across your face. the streets are quiet, the yellow street lighting replacing the blinding red spotlights of the club. you close your eyes a moment. when they open again, sae's hand is hovering close to your body, not touching you, but making sure he can catch you if you lose balance. then he hands you a bottle of water he just took from his gym bag.
sae's lips are so much more delicious when they belong to you.
"i love you, name" sae whispers against your skin, nose brushing against your jaw as he leaves a trail of wet kisses down the column of your throat. "i love you so much".
you hum, fingers gripping his shoulders tight as you pull him closer to you. "was that so hard?"
sae glances back up at you, his hands stilling on your sides. "i said i was sorry", he huffs. "i'm sorry for being such an asshole and ghosting you, name. really".
"yeah?"
"yeah".
your fingers gently play with his hair, messing it up completely and putting his bangs back down. he hasn't moved, still scanning your face intently as he hovers over you, the mattress of his bed digging under his knees. "i missed you so much", he goes on. "it's just that... it's been a lot lately, with practice and everything".
"why didn't you talk to me?"
"i don't want to burden you, name. but i promise i'll do better, alright? i'll talk to you".
"really?"
"really".
sae's lips resume their exploration of your neck, whispering sweet nothings here and there. you relax against the comfortable pillows. you like that he brought you to his place. that means you don't have to worry about him leaving without a word when you're sleeping.
when he travels back up to your greedy mouth, his teeth sink into your lower lip, drawing a drop of blood. "ouch, that hurt!" his eyes are half-lidded as he looks at you, his tongue cleaning the blood dripping from his own lip.
"...what was that for?"
"the taste", he hums before diving back down.
"i missed you", you whisper in the kiss. "i missed you so much, sae, you have no idea. i'm just so scared that you'll let me down again".
sae swallows your words with ease, his teeth grazing your upper lip as his fingers tangle in your hair, not painfully so, but rather soothingly. "just stick around and you'll find out".
"i wann' nut in you—please can i?" ness begs, his forearms tight around your waist.
he looks up at you so pathetically, forcing his head into your petting. he absolutely loves this position with you facing forward on his lap, sweaty bodies flushed against each other as you ride his soul away. your knees dig deep into the mattress, locking in his thighs that stretched out between yours.
"i-ich werde brav sein, bitte sag ja.."
he pulls you down harder at each desperate whine he slips out, stuffing his nose between your breasts and slobbering all over your soft skin.
"bitteee, y/nnn i wanna- inside you s'bad... y/n it hurts..."
you tightly suck in a breath, feeling his limp cock twitch inside your womb. the rock hard head of his shaft bulges through your cervix, fitting right inside like a puzzle.
"y/n i wanna so bad... du tust mir so gut, ich kann einfach nicht andersss.."
"fine, fine... yes..." you grunt, your head immediately sinking into his shoulder.
he could just die here beneath you the moment you nodded, approving another orgasm. slowly, warm fluids seep out between the gaps of your throbbing pussy, his cock still plugged deep inside of you; ness was not letting go anytime soon. clenching so tightly, he twitches and thrusts up once more, your walls wrapping tighter around his pulsing veins.
"y/nn~ hnghh—" ness gasps, biting onto your nipple, wanting your cum to somehow come out of your breasts instead.
you and ness breathe deeply together, mirroring beasts in hibernation, feeling each other's raging heartbeats. his hands slide low to the side of your legs, lazily pumping you up and down.
you tap gently on his back, "enoughh..."
ness chuckles. bulky arms wrap harder around your bare hips as his forehead nudges your collar.
"thank you... than' you~" he repeats in soft murmurs, quietly milking you over and over with subtle movements . . .
where they stood still with their arms outstretched as you stepped closer, determined to see if they will melt into your kiss.
ft. isagi, nagi, sae, rin, kaiser.
ISAGI YOICHI.
He's already standing as you directed him to. Smiling nervously, ears already turning pink.
"Okay, so I just stand here? This is… okay."
You step in closing the space , your mouth meets his, tongue sliding past his lips, and the noise he makes is half gasp, half groan. His arms drop instantly, one hand fisting the back of your shirt, the other cupping your jaw, and he kisses you back with raw hunger. The kiss deepens as his knees go weak and he simply sinks. He pulls you down with him, dropping to his knees and taking you into his lap. His hands are everywhere your waist, your thighs, your face like he needs to feel all of you at once. He’s kneeling on the floor with you straddling him, a moan spilling into your mouth when your fingers thread into his hair.
He breaks the kiss just enough to gasp against your lips.
“I..yeah. I melted. On the floor. You win.”
His arms are now embracing you and he has no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
NAGI SEISHIRO
His arms are out, but they’re already drooping, and he’s staring at you with a lazy look.
“This is such a pain. My arms are going to fall out"
You kiss him. Deep, before he could take his long lazy sigh. There’s a pause a blink and then something shifts. His arms drop and suddenly he’s locked in. His hands grip your waist, and with zero effort, he lifts you. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, ankles locking at his back, and he holds you up like you weigh nothing. His mouth never leaves yours. The kiss turns slow, consuming, tongue sliding against yours, exploring every angle as he carries you a few steps without breaking the kiss. One hand across your back, the other under your thigh.
He pulls back to whisper against your lips.
“Mm. That was worth the effort.”
ITOSHI SAE
His arms are extended but his is face is still unreadable, his eyes are fixed on you with a intensity.
“You’re aware this is absurd. Count me out.”
You grab the front of his jacket, pull him down, and kiss him like you’re trying to crack ice. Tongue against his, demanding. His arms lower slowly, deliberately, his hands on your waist which then slide lower. He pulls your hips against him, fingers pressing in with quiet ownership, and then he bends you. One hand on your back, the other tilting your head back as he deepens the kiss. He leans over you, bending you backward in his arms like you’re surrendering to gravity and he’s the only thing holding you up. He breaks the kiss with his lips still brushing yours.
“You melted. I simply....accommodate”
But his hand trembles against your back, and he doesn’t let you go.
ITOSHI RIN
His arms are out but he looks as if he's dying, fists already clenched, jaw so tight the muscle jumps. He won’t look at you.
“Just get it done already.”
You kiss him with teeth and tongue. His arms snap down, hands grabbing you , one fisting your hair, the other gripping your thigh and before you can process it, he’s lifted you onto the nearest surface. A table. A desk. You don’t know. You don’t care. He steps between your legs, your thighs bracket his hips, and he kisses you. Tongue sliding against yours, messy and desperate, teeth dragging on your lower lip. He cages you in, hands planted on the surface on either side of your hips, leaning over you, body pressing you down until you’re half-lying back and he’s bent over you, devouring you like the beast he is.
He tears his mouth away, panting, forehead pressed to your collarbone.
"…This is your fault."
And yet he is still clinging to you.
MICHAEL KAISER
He's standing like he's posing, grinning looking down at you.
"You're actually thinking i'll react. Adorable."
He's still grinning when you step forward. He's still grinning when you put your hands on his chest. And he's still grinning, just barely, when you press your lips to his.
Soft. That's what breaks him. Your mouth moves against his with a tenderness he doesn't know how to defend against, and the grin dies. For three heartbeats he doesn't kiss back. He just takes it the gentleness, the care.
However, he can't let you see that you've undone him with a soft kiss. So he spun you around. Your palms meet the nearest wall, then he's behind you. One hand finds your thigh, thumb stroking a slow, soothing circle. The other slides up the curve of your spine, tracing every with a gentleness that contradicts everything he's about to do. His fingers reach your jaw. He grips it firm and turns your head to the side to kiss you.
It's devastating. His mouth slants over yours from behind, tongue sweeping in with desperation, and this angle means you can't kiss him back you can only take it. He sets the pace with his tongue, as he also gently strokes your thigh and back. The contrast is maddening.
When he finally breaks the kiss, his lips drag along your jaw to your ear.
sae hates when u bring up bunny (ꐦo_o) content | crackfluff, gn!reader, bf!sae, jealousy
sae was never the jealous type. so much so that it made you wonder if he cared all that much about you. it wasn’t that he never showed affection. he always made sure to. but he was always so . . . comfortable with himself. he simply thought nobody could take you from him. so he never worried.
honestly, you got used to it. but then, something different happened one evening, where you were innocently telling him about your day.
“. . . and there was this other guy from your league that was there,” you hummed, washing your hands in the kitchen sink. “bun . . . bunny iglesias. that really big guy.”
sae stilled instantly. he was right next to you, his attention slowly turning from washing the dishes to looking at your face.
“iglesias?” he grimaced. he said it like it gave him heartburn.
“yeah,” you nod obliviously.
“did you talk to him?”
“a little.”
sae immediately set down the dish in his hands and put his hands on his hips, glaring at you like you robbed his home. “and what’d you say?”
“it was about you. he said something like how he’s looking forward to playing you again.”
sae looked at you. and looked. and looked. and . . . god— was he ever gonna say anything?
“don’t speak to that guy again, you hear it?” with a tsk, he went back to washing the dishes. but there was still a simmering heat that lingered on him.
okay. now you understood what was happening.
“you’re upset,” you said. “‘cause i talked to bunny?”
he replied rather quickly, “so what if i’m upset?”
you dried your hands off with the hand towel, setting it aside and stepping a centimetre closer to sae.
“i’ve never seen you upset,” you mused hushedly. “over me talking to some guy.”
he scowled. truly, his face made him look like he was in pain. he looked back at you once more, his teal eyes wrecked with anger.
“bunny is not just some guy,” he retorted. “and it’s not a big deal if i’m upset or not. so don’t make it one.”
he set the dish on the drying rack with finality. he wanted the conversation over.
but you didn’t. not when you finally got to see him act this way.
as he turned to walk out the kitchen, you softly grab his wrist, pulling him back gently. he turned his head, looking at you with his classic bored, neutral expression.
“he called me pretty, too,” you smirk.
sae’s jaw clenched. he pulled his wrist out of your grab, looking at you with a not-so neutral expression anymore.
“you’re trying to get me mad,” he scoffed.
he was correct. bunny didn’t say anything other than what you had previously told sae. but god, look at sae’s face. he was straining with annoyance. it was an expression you’ve never once seen on him.
“he really did say that,” you lie.
“no he didn’t,” he snapped, his voice cracking. he sounded more like a yipping pup than anything intimidating.
woah. silence. ba-dump . . ba-dump . .
you purse your lips together, trying to hold back a giggle. because sae’s face was utterly flushed. red tainted his ears, a pink hue embellished his entire face.
he took a step back, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. his temper was being edged — all because of your antics. he opened his eyes again, looking directly at you and leaning in close.
his voice was low and firm, “i’m the one who should have all of your attention. got that?”
you gave a rather eager nod, smiling blissfully.
in the back of your head, you were only planning how you can bring up bunny even more.
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a//n ive been posting drafts cuz im writing something for a req and guys reqz make me nervous cuz like what if i aint doing it good anyway sae fluff draft cuz well ofc
synopsis: your boyfriend ness, let's his best friend kaiser fuck you..? but it's okay since you wanted it either way<3
tags: smut . minors DNI . cuck ness . mean kaiser . creampie . piv . loser ness
a/n: based on this req here ! this was the shortest to do, idk when I'll be done with the others🥲. ill be creating a taglist if you're interested in joining comment ! dividers @/pixopix & @/cursed-carmine
ness sat in the chair across from the bed, his hands gripping his thighs tightly. his eyes were wide, cheeks flushed dark red as he watches the scene in front of him.
you were completely naked, on your back in the middle of the large bed, legs spread wide as kaiser hovered over you, his arrogant smirk in place. he was still half dressed, shirt unbuttoned, pants shoved down just enough to free his cock.
"really letting me do this ness?" kaiser asked, glancing over at your boyfriend as he ran the head of his cock up and down your soaked folds, teasing your entrance. "look at that, your precious girlfriend already dripping for me."
ness swallowed hard, his voice comming out quieter than usual. "y-yeah..just do it and be careful with her."
kaiser grinned. "careful? where's the fun in that?"
he pushed inside of you in one deep thrust, bottoming out. you moaned in surprise at the stretch, you back arching off the bed. kaiser was wayyy bigger than your boyfriend—he was thicker and longer. the feeling of him filling you so completely made your head spin.
"fuck..hah—she's tight," kaiser groaned in satisfaction. he grabbed your hips and started fucking you properly, no longer holding back. the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out your dripping cunt filled the room.
you turned your head to look at ness, your eyes blurry with pleasure. his breathing was ragged, eyes glued to where kaiser's cock was disappearing inside of you. there was clear arousal in his expression. you knew that, obviously—he confessed it to you a few weeks ago..now it was playing out in real time.
"baby.." you moaned, reaching a hand toward him. ness bit his bottom lip. "its okay baby..you look so good like this,"
kaiser noticed the exchange and grinned. he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look back at him as he slammed into yoh harder.
"eyes on me when i'm in you princess," he ordered. "your boyfriend likes watching."
he leaned down and kissed you suddenly, his tonige invading your mouth as his hips snapped forward. a strangled moan slipped from you as you kissed him back. the new angle allowed him to hit deep inside you with every thrust. your legs wrapped around him as you began getting lost in pleasure.
kaiser broke the kiss and looked over at ness. "look at her ness, she's taking me so well. she ever moan so loud for you?"
ness shifted in his seat, hard as a rock but refusing to touch himself. "s-she does..she sounds really good." he says quietly. both of them knew you were rarely this loud with you.
you whimpered as kaiser suddenly changed angles, allowing him to grind against your sweet spot. "kaiser—ah! right there nghh.."
"that's it," Kaiser praised. "let him hear how much you love my cock hm?"
he fucked you harder, one hand moving between your bodies to rub your clit in fast circles. your moans grew louder and more desperate. the pleasure built rapidly, intensified by the filthy situation—your boyfriend watching another man ruin you..and enjoying it..
"i'm gonna cum—kaiser—!" you cried out.
"then cum," kaiser growled.
your orgasm crashed over you hard. you screamed, back arching, cunt clenching tightly around kaiser's thick length as waves of pleasure tore through you. kaiser groaned at the feeling but didn't slow down, fucking you straight through your climax.
ness let out a shaky breath, eyes dark with lust as he watched you fall apart.
kaiser finally pulled out, flipping you onto your hands and knees so you were facing ness directly. he entered you again from behind in one brutal thrust, making you moan loudly.
"look at him," kaiser commanded, grabbing your hair gently but firmly. "look at your boyfriend while i fuck you."
you locked eyes with ness. his face was burning, lips parted, completely mesmerized by the sight of you getting fucked senseless.
kaiser laughed again and started pounding into you harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing. "hear that? your boyfriend likes watching me wreck his girlfriend."
he reached around and rubbed your clit again, chasing a second orgasm from you. you were shaking, overstimulated and moaning shamelessly.
"rell him how good it feels," kaiser ordered.
"feels so good—kaiser's so deep—gonna cum again.."
your second orgasm hit even harder than the first. tou cried out, pushing back against kaiser's cock as your cunt fluttered and gushed around him. kaiser groaned, hips stuttering as he finally let himself get close.
without thinking you uttered the words youve never once said to your own boyfriend.
"please, kaiser...cum inside me," you begged, voice breaking. "i need it—please fill me up. I want your cum deep inside—"
ness's eyes widened, a soft wounded sound escaping him.
kaiser's smirk turned feral. "tsk, who knew you were such a slut?"
he grabbed your hips with both hands and started fucking you with punishing force. your moans turned into desperate cries as another orgasm built rapidly.
your walls clenched hard around him as you came again, shaking and gushing around his cock. the feeling pushed kaiser over the edge.
with a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside you and came. thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your cunt as he pulsed deep inside. he kept grinding into you, making sure every drop stayed buried in your twitching cunt.
"take it all," he hissed against your ear. "your boyfriend never gets to hear you beg like that, does he?"
you whimpered, shaking your head, still coming down from your high as you felt him filling you up.
kaiser stayed inside you for a long moment, savoring the warmth, before slowly pulling out. a thick trail of his cum leaked from your used cunt, dripping onto the sheets.
he glanced at ness with a satisfied, mocking smile. "look at that. she begged me to creampie her. how does that feel, ness?"
ness was breathing heavily, face burning red. he couldn't tear his eyes away from your cum filled pussy. there was clear shame...but also undeniable arousal.
"I...I liked it," he admitted.
he stood up on unsteady legs and came over to the bed. gently, brushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead.
"you okay?" he asked softly.
you nodded, still feeling kaiser leaking out of you. "i enjoyed that.."
kaiser buttoned his shirt lazily, chuckling. "dont worry princess, you'll get more of me soon, wont she ness?"
"yeah.."
as he left, ness crawled onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. his hand drifted down between your legs, gently touching where Kaiser had finished inside you.
"...you really begged him," he whispered, a mix of emotions in his voice.
you kissed his jaw softly. "sorry..i really liked it.."
Michael Kaiser who makes you wear a crown while he fucks you
Michael Kaiser. The Emperor.
Everyone knew the footballer for his massive ego as much as they knew him for his skill. The kind of man that makes cameras and eyes land on him as soon as he steps onto the field, the kind of man who had women throwing themselves at his feet, the kind of man with an ego and pride so astronomical it was astounding to everyone that he had found a partner he found worthy of not only his presence, but his love, his care, and his attention.
His Empress. It’s what the news outlets started calling you after seeing you at games wearing his jersey, but Michael came up with the nickname first, because only an Empress such as you, could be worthy of being with an Emperor like him.
So that’s why, when he has you on top of him, your thighs straddling his lap, his cock buried inside your sweet pussy, both of you completely bare and naked for one another, he has a custom Versace crown placed on top of your head. Because only his Empress is worthy of being on top of him like this, only you’re allowed to see him like this, his head resting on the pillows, his hands gripping your thighs, and noises only made for you slipping past his lips.
Michaels utterly mesmerized, your tits bouncing up and down as you grind on his cock. Your hips moving in hypnotizing circles, your nails digging into his chest, and a custom six figure crown resting on your head.
“Mihya–haah” You moaned on top of him, “Mmm-I’m getting tired,” You whined, your legs burning from hopping up and down on his dick for so long.
If it were anyone else, he would’ve called them weak, but you’re his perfect Empress, and he makes sure to treat you like it.
“My poor Schatzi…” He spoke as he flipped you over in an instant.
Before you knew it you were on your back, the crown fallen onto the pillows underneath you, and Michael kissing your ankle as you got adjusted to the new position.
Michael picked up the crown and placed it lopsided on your head. He stared at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you laying under him, on his silk sheets. He leaned in to kiss you and slowly began thrusting again.
“Was my Empress getting tired?” He asked, genuine concern lacing his voice as he began thrusting into you harder, as he kissed your jaw and then down to your neck.
You reached your arms around him and dug your nails into his back, nodding weakly. He looked into your watery eyes, you biting your lip, all from the pleasure he was giving you. It drove him mad.
“Scheiße,” He groaned, “Don’t look at me like that Schatz, you know what it does to me,” He moaned on top of you, his thrusts getting faster and faster.
You did know what it did to him, that was the point. You loved seeing him go crazy for you, fall apart for you, because no one else got to see him like this.
Michael would rather die than show any weakness or vulnerability, but for you? He’s whimpered, kneeled on the ground, and kissed your feet. It satiated something in you, knowing only you could get him like that.
Super models, actresses, and fangirls threw themselves at him everyday, but only you could get him like this. Only you could make Michael Kaiser fall apart on top of you just by batting your eyelashes.
“Schatz-haah” He moaned into your ear, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
Your right hand moved to his head, fingers entwining in his hair, “Mihyaa-go de-deeper, Mihya” You whined beneath him, your legs wrapping around his waist, back arching, and toes curling, because the pleasure was just too much.
He listened without complaints, you were the only person able to boss him around, of course. Michael began rutting into you, hitting that spongey spot inside you that made you see stars.
You cried out, your nails clawing at his back, definitely leaving marks deep enough to scar.
Michael groaned on top of you, you could feel him getting closer by the way his dick was pulsing inside you. Instinctively your pussy squeezed around him, pulling him in deeper to you.
He let out a whimper, a fucking whimper.
“Schatz–I-I’m close,” He moaned out breathily, his hands clutching you, the sheets, anything to ground him as your pretty pussy ruined him.
“Come inside Mihya” You cooed, your hand grabbing his jaw to pull him into a kiss.
Michael threw one hand into your hair, gripping onto you for dear life, and pushed down on your stomach with the other.
Both of you rolled your eyes back immediately, moaning obscenely into each others mouths. Him, because feeling how deep his cock was inside of you completely overtook all his senses, and you because it made his cock hit an angle inside you, you didn’t even know existed.
Michael pressed down harder as his thrusts began to become sloppy and desperate, his lips moving against yours obscenely, as you both bit and chased each other with spit circling your lips.
Your pussy clenched around his thick cock once, and it was all it took to send you two over the edge. He came inside you with a guttural groan the neighbors definitely heard as he spilled his seed inside you. Your pussy clamped down on him hard, as your walls spasmed and you came all over his dick, your juices coating his thick cock.
Michael kept rocking into you gently, getting you both through your highs. His abdomen flaunting your shared arousal, his cum dripping down out your pussy and onto his expensive silk sheets.
He kissed you then, breathing heavily and still sheathed inside you, not moving anymore. He moaned obscenely against your lips, his hand clutching to your hair, some of his fingers intertwined with your messy strands, and some of them gripping the crown on your head. Almost as if he was making sure this was real, like you were real, hoping that you were here, that you’d stay. And of course, you would.
Michael Kaiser had finally found his fairytale ending. He an Emperor, with his Empress under him, adorned in her Emperors crown and his markings along her body, as they lay entangled.
Did i cook?!
Pls tell me i did. plsplsplspls
Not proofread, pls spare me, i wrote this in the middle of the night
Bunny, Sae, and more Michael and Vivian coming soon….Let me know if there’s anyone you wanna specifically see!
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