boyfriend!sae who didn't realize just how many languages you spoke until he watched you switch between them so effortlessly that it barely seemed like you were thinking. he just stared for a second before quietly asking, "...how many was that?"
boyfriend!sae who pretends he isn't impressed every time someone starts speaking to you and you immediately answer without hesitation. inside, he's already wondering what else you haven't told him.
boyfriend!sae who loves sitting beside you while you read because you'll casually flip between books written in completely different languages like it's the easiest thing in the world. meanwhile, he's still rereading the same paragraph.
boyfriend!sae who asks you to translate random signs whenever you're traveling together, mostly because he likes hearing you explain things. he always ends up listening longer than he originally planned.
boyfriend!sae who secretly loves hearing you talk on the phone with family or friends because your voice changes ever so slightly depending on who you're speaking to. he notices every little difference.
boyfriend!sae who starts asking you how to pronounce certain words simply because he wants to say them correctly. he'll repeat them until you finally tell him he got it right.
boyfriend!sae who gets caught staring whenever you effortlessly translate conversations for people around you. every single time, he's reminded just how intelligent you are.
boyfriend!sae who quietly brags about you without even realizing it. someone mentions you, and before he knows it, he's saying, "she speaks more languages than anyone i've ever met."
boyfriend!sae who notices that every language seems to bring out a slightly different side of your personality. some sound softer, some more playful, but somehow you're always unmistakably you.
boyfriend!sae who watches you help strangers who are struggling to communicate without expecting anything in return. moments like those remind him that your kindness matches your intelligence.
boyfriend!sae who falls a little more in love every time he watches you effortlessly bridge conversations between people who otherwise couldn't understand each other. to him, it's more than just speaking different languages—it's another reminder that you're extraordinary.
an why is every serv filled w bots yo tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
Contents/warnings/tags: fluff, slightly suggestive (mainly in Rin’s+Ego’s+Loki’s), reader is super dramatic, probably ooc idk, Ego calls you a slut because he’s flustered lol (≖⩊≖)
A/N: sorry if this is straight cheeks I thought the idea was silly and funny but I’m a bit worried it’s too repetitive or ooc, still fully getting to grips w writing these ദ്ദി( T ᗜ T ) Only did my faves today too lol <3
m.list ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱⭑.ᐟ
Isagi yoichi ˚. ᵎᵎ
Michael Kaiser ˚. ᵎᵎ
Sae itoshi ˚. ᵎᵎ
Rin itoshi ˚. ᵎᵎ
Hiori yo ˚. ᵎᵎ
Alexis ness ˚. ᵎᵎ
Ryusei Shidou˚. ᵎᵎ
Bunny Iglesias ˚. ᵎᵎ
Jinpachi Ego ˚. ᵎᵎ
Julian Loki˚. ᵎᵎ
ᵎᵎ divider credits @/aesverse and @/cursed-carmine ⋆.𐙚 ̊
⋆｡‧˚ʚ ୨ please do not repost, copy or reference my work without permission. All characters referenced in my works are aged up to at least 20+ unless stated otherwise. Thanks! <3 ৎ ɞ˚‧｡⋆
Whatever you and Kaiser had, was strictly confidential.
You’ve known him since you two were teenagers, long before he became the emperor he is on the field, long before he strived to conquer the world.
Kaiser isn’t one to settle down and get comfortable with someone. He’s just incapable of said thing.
When you two kissed for the first time, you were just drunk silly. One thing led to another and the next day you both woke up tangled under the sheets.
That day, you and Kaiser agreed to keep things “casual”. But for Kaiser, casual wasn’t casual at all. There’s nothing casual about making out with your best friend, nothing casual about late night sex or secret hotel room bookings. Nothing casual about flying you out with him wherever he goes, keeping you at arm’s length.
He’s often never seen with you in public, he pretty much prefers to keep you a secret, however, in private… boy oh boy. Things take a huge turn in private.
He tries to be gentle with you, he really tries, yet sometimes, he’s so awful and so mean. Especially today.
After finding out you had been sneaking around with other men, something in him snapped.
“I thought—” you huffed.
“— you said — no attachment—”
You managed to blurt your words out between aggressive kisses. Pressed flush against the cold wall, your shirt had already been hiked up over your breasts. Kaiser’s large hands were kneading the soft flesh with rough desperation, his thumbs rolling relentlessly with heavy friction over your nipples.
Michael pulled back less than an inch, his hot breath fanning over your face and his teeth catching on your bottom lip with a sharp tug that made you wince. His breathing was just as ragged as yours, his eyes were blown wide and dark with pure, territorial rage.
He let out a low, mocking laugh against your open mouth, the grip on your chest tightening just enough to make you gasp.
He hummed against your neck, mouth bruising your sweet flesh. “No attachment. And yet, you let someone else look at you?”
Before you could utter a word, his hand slid up from your breast, his fingers wrapping tightly around the front of your throat and pinning your head against the wall.
“You let someone else touch what is mine?”
His grip tightened at the mere thought of anyone other than him claiming what’s his. It infuriated him. His grip was tight enough to restrict your airway, forcing shallow, desperate gasps from your lips. Your hands instinctively shot up to claw at his wrist, but his arm was like iron. He didn’t budge an inch, his fingers squeezing firmly against your windpipe.
He leaned in closer, his chest pressing flat against your bare breasts. Crushing you with his solid torso. He looked down at you with his mocking blue eyes, suffocating you with his lustful and rage-fueled gaze.
“Who was it,” he demanded, the vibration of his voice rattling against your collarbones.
“Michael—” you choked out, your voice coming out small, above a whisper. You struggled to breathe, let alone answer in a full coherent sentence. He tilted your chin up with the pressure of his thumb alone, fixing your gaze so that you were looking at him. He knew what he was doing. He knew how you liked it. He knew he’s the only one who can give you what you needed. And you knew what you were doing.
“Won’t answer, huh? Guess I just gotta fuck an answer out of you,” In a swift move, he hooked his arm under you, lifting you up and tossing you onto the mattress.
Kaiser’s cock had been ramming inside of you for hours, pushing you past your limits. Your back arched and your toes flexed as you wrapped your arms and legs around his torso, your fingernails digging into his skin, leaving red, angry crescents.
A creamy white ring of friction and fluids formed around the base of his hard member, his ears drank up all of the beautiful moans you were letting out just for him.
“Du bist meins,” he groaned out through gritted teeth, his bangs sticking to his forehead. The bed was drenched with sweat and cum, your legs shook around him and the room was wafting with the scent of sex. Black streaks of mascara and tears were staining your cheeks. “Say it, say it to me, liebling.”
“I— nnngghhmm — s-s’so good — hah —” you huffed out, his body pressed against yours making it hard to breathe. “— I’m all — hah yours —”
“Das ist eine gute Nutte.” His lips captured yours in a wet kiss, both your tongues dancing together as he released thick, hot ropes of cum inside of you.
Michael Kaiser had spent the rest of the night watching your chest move up and down, tucking stray hairs out of your face, adoring your relaxed features as you slept beside him, his hand holding yours, legs tangled up with his.
pretty boys who are used to getting hit on by girls every time they go out, so imagine their surprise when the pretty girl who kept looking at the two of you comes to hit on you instead !
featuring ; I.SAE, I.BUNNY, K.MICHAEL, V.HUGO
cw ; established relationship, full fluff, may be ooc
꧁ ITOSHI.SAE
"You still don’t know what you’re gonna take ?" Sae signed for what was probably the third time in the last fifteen minutes.
"Be quiet, you’re distracting me”
The restaurant was quiet. You could hear the clink of glasses from other tables. Your boyfriend was sat across from you looking pissed, with one arm on the table, turning his water glass in his hand. The lighting making his annoyed face even more clear.
"It’s been more than fifteen minutes since we’ve been sat, how come you still don’t know what you want to eat ?"
"I’m a little..distracted that’s all—but I know what I want now don’t worry !” You said happily, calling your server by waving your hand at her.
You had noticed people glancing at him,not that it was unusual ; Itoshi Sae attracted attention : pretty and famous it was no wonder people recognized him anytime you two were out together.
The server finally came to your table, greeting the two of you politely. She was a girl around your age, very cute to be honest. You caught her staring at Sae for a second longer than necessary, not that you weren’t used to it.
By the time you two finished eating she had stopped by your table multiples times — refilling your water, asking if everything tasted okay, making conversation with you. You assumed she was just being friendly to receive a good tip.
"Did you enjoy everything ?" She asked approaching your table to take your plates.
"Yeah it was really good thanks ! " You answered her question with a little enthusiasm.
She smiled hiding a small blush appearing on her cheeks. She then looked at you — not at Sae like you thought earlier but at you. Her fingers tightened slightly around the plates she just took from you, she definitely looked more shy than earlier.
"I really hope this doesn't come off as strange..." You blinked at her a little confused. "Hm ?"
She looked even more nervous. "I-I just think you're..really pretty." Hearing this, you let out a small laugh. "Thank you, you’re also really cute." Your remark made her blush even more.
She smiled back.. She didn't move then finally asked ; "Would it be okay if I gave you my number ?"
There was a silence — the awkward type. The question just hung there. You looked at her, she looked back at you and neither of you seemed to notice that Sae had gone still.
"Oh " you said softly. The girl looked mortified, embarrassment was the only thing she could feel. "Sorry ! I really didn’t want to make thing awkward.. was that too straightforward ?"
"No no it's just..." You glanced across the table. Sae was looking at the server who just hit on you while on a DATE with him, INFRONT of him.
You looked back at her. "I'm actually here with my boyfriend." You answered her while designing Sae with your hand. "Your…boyfriend?" "Her boyfriend yes."
You nodded agreeing to his words. She turned her head to look at him, you could see the shocking expression all over her face. "Oh."
The girl looked between the two of you after finally meeting your eyes again. "..Oh my gosh — I’m really sorry ! " You tried not to laugh at the once again uncomfortable face she was making.
The girl. Practically fled from the table letting a silence settling between the two of you.
You kept your gaze on your glass. Then your shoulders started shaking. Sae finally starting speaking. "Are you laughing ?"
You glanced up at him. "No.." He watched you after finally looking in the direction the server had disappeared.
You lost it a laugh escaped from your mouth. "What’s so funny ?" You shook your head. "Nothing."
He looked genuinely confused. "I don't understand what's funny." You looked at him, making your laugher even worse.
You took a breath. "You got ignored. The Itoshi Sae got ignored by a girl" He frowned slightly but still enough that you could see it. "You really were bothered."
"I'm not bothered." He said looking away briefly. "I know she was talking to you."
You laughed softly. "So you were paying attention." "Course I was." The answer came naturally. Your smile faded a little, though Sae seemed not to notice it .
His gaze settled on you once again. "You get hit on often ?" "Hmm.." You thought a little about it. "Sometimes but definitely not as much as you though." He let out a small hum of acknowledgement at what you just told him, making it seems as nothing.
You knew him well enough and it definitely wasn't nothing. You rested your chin in your hand. "Are you jealous?"
"No." He answered a little too fast—"I'm not jealous." "Then why do you care so much ?"
He didn't answer immediately but his eyes remained on you.
"I don't know." He continued with a calm voice.
You could tell he was starting to get embarrassed by the blush starting to form on his ears at that sigh you couldn’t help yourself but laugh a little. "Why are you making that face ?" "I’m not making any face !"
You reached across the table reaching for his hand . After a moment he placed his hand in yours. His fingers were warming yours. Then his fingers closed around your hand.
"So you really are jealous."
"..Shut up"
꧁ IGLESIAS.BUNNY
The place was tucked away in a corner of the town, a little place Bunny had found during his early days with the club. It was small and cozy with leather chairs with no one recognising him as it was mostly old people attending here.
He was sitting across from you, sleeves rolled up to his elbows dark eyes half-open because of the exhaustion that came from training until his legs gave out.
The two of you were talking when you noticed a shadow fell over the table.
Bunny’s posture changed when a girl stood over your table. She was tall and confident with eyeliner and a smirk. She was beautiful. In a way that made people nervous.
His hand slightly tightened around yours. He was used to fans coming up to him along with the autograph request, the photo and the nervous giggling.
"I'm sorry to interrupt " the girl said, her eyes fixed on you. "I had to come over. You're gorgeous."
Your boyfriend mouth hung open looking surprised.
The girl leaned down letting her hand touch your shoulder. "I'm Sofia. I was sitting there with my friends and I couldn't stop staring, are you single ?"
Bunny looked at you confusion and shock on his face. He looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. Quite the funny face he was making.
She continued by inviting you to have a drink with her and to exchange numbers while his grip on your hand got even tighter.
He was definitely not used to this, people did not hit on his girlfriend in front of him.
"Um.." you let out a small sound from your mouth, clearly embarrassed eyes switching between the two of them. Bunny face was priceless ; wide-eyed and indignant.
"Excuse me but— " Bunny started, his voice a little sharp, "We're together. Like dating, just the two of us."
She quickly side-eyed him before returning her gaze to you. "So... What do you say ?"
Bunny let out an exaggerated gasp, looking at you with wide pleading eyes.
"I’m really flattered but I’m not single..sorry." That girl was sadly the stubborn type as she decided to left her number on a napkin before leaving it in the table. "Well, if you ever change your mind you know where to find me ! " She said winking at you.
After she left, the atmosphere at your table was definitely unpleasant.
"No puedo creerlo." Bunny said in his mother tongue, staring at the napkin looking offended. "She wrote her number on a napkin, right in front of my salad, can you believe it ?"
"Don’t be jealous, I’m just that beautiful." At your words Bunny’s face softened.
"Can you blame me ? " he said, "I just... I'm not used to being the one watching people get excited when talking to you."
You kissed his knuckles. "You're the one who has me. I don't need anyone number because I already have you texting me every day."
"Now come on. Lets get out of here before she comes back."
Bunny quickly pulled you into his arm, kissing your forehead. He then picked up the napkin crumpled it and put it in his pocket. "I'm keeping this as proof that someone tried to steal you and failed."
You smiled. "You're impossible."
"You love me."
"I love your money more."
"Sucia mentirosa."
꧁ KAISER.MICHAEL
The art gallery was really full of itself.
Michael was totally into the art gallery as he thought it was amazing. This place had a certain vibe, with its sleek walls and fancy lighting that made the paintings look like a million bucks. But between you and me, he didn't really get the art and (according to him) he didn't need to. All that mattered was looking at the painting like some kind of connoisseur and enjoying the atmosphere. He was happy to just soak it all in, even if he didn't totally understand it.
As you walked along, he grasped your hand tightly making sure everyone around could see that you were together. He came to a halt in front of a vibrant painting, its canvas splattered with bold red and black colors.
"That sure look..original" "This is expressionism." he explained with gleaming eyes from excitement. "It's like a mix of chaos, violence, and passion all rolled into one."
He turned to face you a smile spreading across his face. "It reminds me of myself." he said, his voice low and thoughtful. The way he looked at you made you wonder what he meant by that statement.
Was he saying that he was a complex, passionate individual full of contradictions ?
Or was he implying that his life was a chaotic violent mess with moments of beauty and passion thrown in ?
You however did not think the painting was that great. "It looks like something a little kid would make"
Kaiser was upset that you didn't care for the painting, he actually thought you should be really impressed by it. "You're supposed to think this is amazing." he declared clearly expecting a different reaction from you.
You just told him that you were always impressed by how he could talk about nothing and make it sound important.
A woman then approached you, with elegance and refinement, like someone who would be right at home in this "beautiful" gallery. She suddenly gazed at you eyes sparkling with wonder.
"There's something truly special about you." She told you in a voice filled with conviction. "You seem to belong here, as if you're an integral part of the art itself." She paused, studying you intently, her eyes locked onto yours.
"It's as if you've been here before, like you're a part of this world, a world where creativity and beauty reign supreme." Her words were laced with a sense of curiosity, and you couldn't help but feel like she had her head a little too up in the cloud.
A certain someone did not like that this random woman was saying words like that to you. He stood up straight, tried to get her attention.. but she just kept looking at you.
She introduced herself as the owner of the art gallery before expressing her interest in featuring you in her upcoming show. "I think you'd be perfect for it !" She said sparkling with enthusiasm. "There's something about you that's really special : a certain presence that draws people in."
Kaiser didn't take too kindly to her idea of featuring you on her show. He took your arm putting you slightly behind him just enough to block your path. "She’s not going anywhere." he said with a firm voice.
"Well she should ! She definitely have the face I’m looking for." she said with a shrug.
You attempted to calm Kaiser as he started to looked a little more mad. Meanwhile, you turned to the owner and let her know that you weren't interested in being featured on her show.
Despite what you had just said, she handed you her card. "Take it, just in case you have a change of heart !" With that, she finally walked away, leaving you to think about your decision.
Kaiser was still fuming. He snatched Margot's card from you and shoved it in a trash can nearby. "She wants you to give her a call."
You simply shrugged your shoulders and muttered, "I guess so—" you were suddenly cut off by arm being wrapped tightly around you, pulling you in close.
You gently touched his face, fingers tracing the contours of his skin. "I'm not going anywhere." Your voice was firm and reassuring. "I choose you."
" You are my everything, I can’t lose you."
Your lips touched his, and for a brief moment, everything felt right. But then Kaiser pulled away, a smile spreading across his face.
"Let's get out of here. I need to be sure that you’re not running off with any art gallery owner" "wouldn’t dream of it"
"Sehr gut, meine Liebe."
꧁ HUGO.VIVIEN
Vivian really enjoyed being here. It wasn't because of the books though— he did read, but he preferred pages with no words on them. He found that they helped him think more clearly, without any distractions. What he liked most, was that nobody bothered him. Everyone was busy doing their own thing, just as they should be, and that suited Vivian just fine. He could finally have some peace and quiet, and that's all he really needed.
You sat across from him with an open notebook, scratching on paper. He watched you for a moment, just observing. Like studying a problem to solve.
"Is there something on my face ?" You finally questioned him after what felt like an hour of him staring at your face. "We should get going in about ten minutes, you’re starting to look even more tired."
"I'm fine " you said without looking up.
"Your fine is subjective while my observation is objective." He rummaged through his jacket and pulled out a bar of dark chocolate, placing it next to my notebook. "Here, have a bite. I think your blood sugar might be getting a little low."
You smiled to yourself breaking off a small piece, "You always seem to know."
He thought for a moment then returned to his book, turning to a blank page, his eyes hovering over the emptiness.
The silence came back once again before footsteps came to interrupt it.
A young woman suddenly appeared at the end of the aisle, probably in her twenties, with a messy mop of hair and a big, cozy sweater wrapped around her. Her glasses were slipping down her nose, and she was struggling to hold onto a pile of books. She was the living cliché of a librarian girl.
"Excuse me," she said softly, her gaze wandering over the books stacked beside your table. "I'm trying to find a copy of The Stranger by Camus. Do you know if the original edition available on this floor ?"
You opened your mouth to respond but she was already looking at you differently, looking like she'd forgotten her question.
She dropped her books on the table, not even bothering to ask first. "You know—you've got really great bone structure — I mean, it's just a fact. Are you into art or something?"
Vivian stopped his so called "reading".
He glanced up, his face a picture of calmness much like the way he looked at people he didn't know or the empty pages of the books that lined his shelves.
"No " you said slightly surprised. " I'm in—"
Vivian cut you off to complet your sentence. "She's studying literature," he said to her calmly. "And she's with me."
The girl blinked, finally noticing him. " Oh..are you her—"
"Boyfriend."
She clearly didn't care of what he had to say. It was clear from her expression. "I’m doing my master in literature too !" She happily said, returning her attention to you.
"I'm intrigued, most people only pretend to read him but you look like someone who actually do." she continued, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What draws you to Camus? Is it the absurdity, the search for meaning, or something else entirely ?" Her voice was laced with a hint of excitement as if she had stumbled upon a rare treasure. "I've always been fascinated by his ability to capture the human condition in his writings." she added leaning in slightly. "There's something about his words that resonates deeply, don't you think ?"
"She does read Camus. I know this because I’ve had the pleasure of listening to her reading him to me for hours, and often together in bed." He answered her question in your place without any shame.
The girl cheeks flushed. "Okay that's—"
"Intimate information ?" Vivian tilted his head. " Maybe.. but in the establishing context, you approached girlfriend with interest so I'm just clarifying that you're wasting your time."
You stared at his face still calm as ever.
"I'm not—" she started trying to defend herself.
Vivian cut her off once again his voice still soft. "I'm not bothered, it's only human to be attracted to someone. But she's with me, and that's her decision."
Emma opened her mouth. Closed it.
"You're really weird " she said finally.
"I'm aware."
She grabbed her books and left without another word, leaving to the silence his rightful place.
Vivian went back to reading his book not saying a word about what had just happened. He didn't even crack a smile, simply kept on going like nothing had interrupted him at all.
"I've never seen you get so jealous that was quite a show."
"Jealousy is just an emotion." he muttered his eyes still on his book, "I was simply stating the facts. You belong to me. She was just a factor that I eliminated."
You let out a small laugh. "I think there are better ways than telling her that I read Camus in bed with you."
His eyes finally looked back at you. "It was relevant wasn’t it ?"
"You’re right." you whispered another small laugh escaping your lips. "I am yours."
"Tu vois quand tu veux" he said snapping off another piece of chocolate and offering it to you. "Now get back to work. We don't have much time, only seven minutes before your energy crashes again."
You took the chocolate, and as you did your fingers brushed against his. But he didn't flinch or pull his hand back, he just stayed still.
That was his way of showing affection.
You’d learned to read him the same way he loved to read those blank pages.
synopsis: he's not giving you attention, so you go out of your way to get him to focus on you
aabi's note: based on this request here!!
𝄞𝄢 isagi yoichi.
"yoiii," you call your boyfriend for the nth time. his eyes have been glued to the noel noa gameplay on his phone screen for the past hour.
he came over to spend time with you, but now he's here obsessively watching his idol play soccer as if he doesn't already do that everyday. if he had the chance, isagi would probably leave you to date noel noa.
you huffed, feeling pathetically bored because of isagi's lack of attention on you. if you wanted him to focus on you, you had no choice but to do something that'd surprise him.
slowly, you climbed onto his lap.
"hm?" he absentmindedly hummed, still staring at his phone with heart eyes. "oh noel noa, what spell did you place upon my man," you thought. this was your first time sitting on his lap and he was still drooling over that thirty year old.
you cupped isagi's cheeks and turned his face towards you, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. isagi dropped his phone. that got his attention because he was completely taken aback.
"yoichi."
no response.
"yoichi isagi."
"i didn't even realize you—" isagi covered his face, which was rapidly growing pinker and pinker with each second, with his hands.
"w-what was that even for?" he asked, voice muffled from his hands.
"you weren't paying attention to me," you murmured.
"i was!"
you scoffed and pulled on his sprout. "you've literally been saying "mhm" to everything i said for the past twenty minutes."
"okay... you're right." with a soft sigh, isagi locked his phone and wrapped his arms around you. he pulled you so close that your noses were booping.
"can i have another kiss now?"
𝄞𝄢 bachira meguru.
it wasn't like bachira to not pay attention to you. he was always clinging onto you and doing crazy things just for your eyes to stay glued onto him.
today was different. bachira had been doodling random soccer players in his notebook for almost an hour.
you tried talking to him about everything—how your day went, the latest show you watched. but all your efforts were useless. he was just so absorbed in drawing!
now you understood how it felt when he was always desperately clinging onto you while you didn't give him the attention he deserved.
after you attempted to steal his pencil — which didn't work at all — you decided to just climb onto his lap. bachira immediately looked up, yellow eyes wide and observing you curiously.
"oh?" his lips quirked up into a playful smirk.
"hi."
"hi."
you stared at each other for a few seconds before you leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
"aww," bachira cooed. "you miss me that much?" he was grinning from ear to ear, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement.
"you ignored me!" you pouted.
"did i?" bachira blinked obliviously, clearly unaware of the fact he'd been neglecting you while being locked in with his drawing.
"yes you did!"
bachira laughed and squeezed your cheeks. "sorry, sorry," he apologized. he peppered your forehead with dramatic kisses before burying his face in your shoulder.
"monster says i have to give you attention now because it wants you to do this more."
"finally your monster has some critical thinking abilities."
"hey!"
𝄞𝄢 itoshi rin.
there was no way that the movie was more interesting to rin than you.
you groaned internally because that was the exact truth of your current situation. for the last thirty minutes, rin's focus was only on the movie and it didn't shift once, not even when you were leaning against him.
you continued to try everything for him to realize you were dying of boredom. you tugged on his sleeve, poked his cheek, and even pulled on his hair! but nothing seemed to work.
you were left with no choice but to do something crazy—something you've never done before. you climbed directly onto rin's lap, not even giving him a warning.
that seemed to have grabbed his attention because his eyebrows furrowed and he shot you a glare.
"the hell are you doing?" rin tried to exhibit nonchalance, but the tips of his ears were a bright, undeniable crimson red.
"getting your attention, duh."
"...you're being annoying," rin muttered. his words were completely contradictory to the way he was reacting.
you sweetly pecked rin on the lips, pulling away before he could even comprehend what you were doing. you tried not to laugh at the way he was staring at you.
his arm slid around your waist anyway, pulling you closer while the movie continued in the background.
"rinnn"
"what?"
"are you okay?"
"just shut up."
𝄞𝄢 itoshi sae.
sae had been sitting across from you for the past forty minutes, laptop open and teal eyes intently fixed on whatever match footage he was analyzing.
for the past forty minutes, he didn't speak to you or even acknowledge you once. you were beginning to take this personally.
"sae."
"hm."
"sae."
"what."
"nothing."
even during this attempt to get him to focus on you, he didn't lift his eyes off the laptop screen once. your eye twitched from annoyance.
okay, fine. if he wanted to ignore you, you'd just have to take matters into your own hands. standing from your spot on the couch, you walked over to him. you pushed his laptop aside and climbed into his lap for the first time.
"what are you doing?" sae asked, looking at you for the first time in nearly an hour.
"clearly trying to get your attention."
"you already had it."
"liar."
"you've spent more time looking at your laptop than me," you muttered, crossing your arms in front your chest.
"maybe because my laptop wasn't being all needy and whiny," sae murmured and gently flicked your forehead. "unlike someone."
your jaw dropped at the sound of his words. "you—"
without a warning, you grabbed his face and pressed a rough kiss on his lips. sae, taken aback from this, stared at you with wide eyes, a stark contrast to his usual aloof demeanor.
you smiled smugly. "now are you paying attention to me?"
the surprise quickly vanished from sae's expression. he rested an arm around your waist and leaned back in his seated.
"seems like you're gonna need more than just attention," he hummed.
𝄞𝄢 nagi seishiro.
this bum nagi had his pretty partner on his bed, but he was busy locked in on a video game.
"seiii," you called out to him. " 'm so bored. come here."
"mm after i finish this round."
you rolled your eyes. he was lying, again. for the past two hours, nagi kept telling you the same thing—that he'd spend time with you after he finished his next round or whatever.
"you leave me with no choice i guess," you muttered under your breath, pulling yourself off the bed.
you walked up to nagi and sat down on his lap facing him. and that wasn't it. you cupped his chubby cheeks, then smooch.
for a while, nagi's eyes were still glued to his screen, but the movements of his fingers on his keyboards slowed. it was like his brain was rebooting, deciding whether you were more important than his game or not.
'game over' was written boldly in red on his pc screen. "oh," nagi breathed out, but he wasn't even staring at the screen anymore. his gaze was on you, half-lidded and cheeks faintly pink. "you've never done something like this before," he murmured.
"you don't like it?" you asked even though you know he loved the proximity and attention you were pampering him with.
"nah," he mumbled. his hands rested on your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. "love it."
i love ur isgai and kaiser fic wht are the chances you do one w rin and nagi🫣👀👀
i gotchu anon let me COOK this is quite literally one of the hottest things i've ever written
𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁 ── .✦ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .ೀ .ᐟ
your best friend seishiro nagi is annoyed that you assume he can't fuck, so your boyfriend rin itoshi allows him to prove you wrong
cw ⋆.˚ mdni, smut, female!reader, light drinking, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, semi clothed sex, dom!nagi because he's sick of being underestimated (he's mean and i'm folded), rinny being a good cuckold highkey, some degradation (not that crazy y'all i promise its hot as FUCK), nipple play, fingering, oral (f&m), face fucking, pussy slapping, edging, praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby), finger sucking, hair pulling, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, cum shots, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, lots of banter, dirty talk
wc ⋆.˚ 3k
for the past few months, your friday nights have been as follows: inviting your best friend, seishiro nagi, and your new boyfriend, rin itoshi, over for some drinks and either a game or a movie.
rin’s already laughing at nagi’s less than stellar reaction time as he loses uno to him for the fifth time in a row. you’re in the kitchen currently, mixing a second drink for each of you.
“uno,” rin smirks, speaking before nagi has the chance to.
“c’mon, dude,” nagi groans, throwing his head back against the couch irritably, “how do you keep beating me?”
rin snorts. “do you… even know how long it takes you to realize you have one card left?”
nagi rolls his eyes and tsks. “whatever, let’s just play something else.”
“awww,” rin pouts mockingly, “is someone upset?”
“shut up.”
you shake your head with a smile as you approach the living room again, carefully placing the drinks atop the coffee table. they were always teasing each other, and it made your heart swell with warmth knowing that your two favourite people were getting along well.
rin’s a little tipsy by now, taking a sip of his rum and coke before suggesting, “why don’t we play truth or dare?”
“are we fucking five?” nagi looks at him like he’s ridiculous for even recommending such a thing.
“what?” rin is smug as he leans forward onto his knees, teasing, “you scared?”
“fuck, no,” he scoffs, “it’s just stupid.”
rin is severely unconvinced. “hm. right.”
the alcohol courses through your veins enough that you’re in agreement with rin. “i think it’d be kinda fun,” you shrug, “i mean, i’m sure we’ve all got juicy secrets yet to be shared,” you rub your hands together cunningly.
nagi lifts his brow at you with his arms crossed. “you’re serious?”
“yes,” you answer simply, “now stop being a grump and play.”
he rolls his eyes. “fine.”
things are seemingly light until your spin lands on nagi. he picks truth, which he soon learns is a mistake. the liquor in your bloodstream mixes with long-term curiosity and you ask him the burning question, “ever fucked anyone?”
rin freezes beside you, surprised you asked him that when you’re dating, let alone sitting right next to him. but, nonetheless, he’s invested and wants to know, too, the nosy bastard. he huffs out a small laugh, watching nagi intently as he finishes the last sip of his drink. “brutal,” he teases.
nagi’s lips part, debating whether he should answer or not. yeah, he and you were best friends, but you didn’t discuss sex much– it just never seemed to come up in conversation.
“uh,” he scratches the back of his head, “yeah, i have.”
you gasp. “you're lying. there’s no way seishiro nagi has fucked someone before.”
“and why not?” he challenges. “what’s got you so convinced i couldn’t bag someone?”
“it’s not that,” you laugh, “i just have a hard time believing you’d be any good at it.”
“hey,” rin nudges you with a light chuckle, “leave the poor guy alone.”
you throw your hands up in protest. “he’s just too laid-back!”
nagi tsks. “you know i’m right here and can hear you, right?”
“sorry, sei,” you sigh, “i’m sure you’re a great lover–”
“thank you,” he hisses sarcastically.
“–but, like, did she come?”
the whole room goes quiet. rin’s trying to stifle his laughter, and you’re clearly trying to get under nagi’s skin, the alcohol refusing to let up.
“dude,” nagi’s eyes widen at you, “just quit while you’re ahead.”
you’re laughing uncontrollably now, “oh, c’mon, sei! do you even know where the clit is?”
“y/n,” he warns.
“babe,” rin giggles, “i think you’re pushing it too far.”
“but i need to know!”
“do you?” nagi cuts in.
you cross your arms with stubborn hmph. “yes.”
nagi’s already mad that you keep teasing him. and he’s pissed you’re assuming he doesn’t know how to pleasure a woman. his ego is bruised and he doesn’t give a fuck that your boyfriend is in the same room anymore.
“fine, then,” he says curtly, standing up from the couch. you just watch as his body rises, lips resting on the rim of your solo cup, “if you wanna know so bad, then let me fuck you right now to prove it.”
rin stops laughing and you nearly drop your cup into your lap.
“w–what?” you stutter, cheeks turning hot and stomach flipping. you place your drink down slowly on the coffee table.
“you fucking heard me.” nagi’s voice is so demanding and it’s making your thighs clench. “let. me. fuck. you.”
rin’s lips slowly turn upwards into a cocky smile as his eyes shift from nagi to you. he notices the way you’re shaking, the way you’re actually excited and wanting what nagi’s suggesting.
“i–i–,”
nagi chuckles darkly. “lost for words now? you afraid to find out you’re wrong?” he stops in front of you still seated on the couch and leans over, placing his hands on the cushions behind your head as his lips fall beside your ear. “afraid that i’ll ruin you?”
rin’s overheating, buzzing with energy. “fuck,” he huffs, “that’d be so hot to watch.”
your eyes flicker to him for a moment. “you’re… okay with this?”
he nods, leaning back onto his palms. “don’t refuse on my account,” he licks his lips. your gaze drops to his lap for a moment and you immediately notice the bulge. “i can take care of myself.”
your breaths are quiet, but the way your chest heaves makes your feelings clear to the both of them. nagi’s still standing in front of you waiting for an answer. when you finally make eye contact, you immediately fumble. he chuckles, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.
“so, what’s it gonna be?” he hums.
you want to look away, but you can’t. he’s got you utterly hypnotized. “o–okay,” you say, voice barely above the whisper.
“what was that?” he thrums. “speak up.”
“yes,” you swallow, answering him louder and with more confidence. “fuck me, sei.”
rin hums in amusement beside the two of you, leaning back against the couch. “put on a good show for me.” he adds slyly.
nagi has an expression you’ve never seen before, one that’s wicked and intentional, like you just gave him a pass to fuck up your entire life. he reaches down to grab your waist, lifting you up to reposition your body, spine on the seat of the couch, so he’s now hovering over you. you can hear your heart thumping wildly through the silence. nagi pokes his tongue with his cheek, then leans down to kiss you. he’s soft at first, the pink muscle steadily rolling into your mouth, but it doesn’t last for long. he’s gripping at your sides, slipping his hands underneath the hem of your shirt and playing with your tits as he kisses you sloppily.
“no bra?” he chuckles against your mouth, “what a needy bitch.”
you gasp as he pinches your nipples, head pushing further into the cushions. rin inhales sharply a few feet away, and you hear the clang of him unbuckling his belt.
“shit,” he huffs, watching the way you squirm from nagi’s touch, the way your tongues collide with passion. his hand sneaks beneath the waistband of his boxers and he begins to palm himself. “fuck her real good for me, sei.”
nagi’s not listening to a word he says. he’s way too focused on the way your cunt is soaking through your panties and pressing against his leg. you’re dripping so much that he can feel it through the fabric of his jeans.
“mmm, baby,” he hums, breaking the kiss with a bite to your bottom lip. your soft whines make his dick twitch. “gonna eat you out now, okay?” his head dips lower and you’re already grabbing his hair. he chuckles, snaking his fingers up your thighs to curl around the straps of your underwear. “bet you wore a skirt tonight hoping to be ruined, hm?” he taunts, groaning as he tosses your soaked lace aside and sees your pretty little cunt in all her glory. “fuck,” he exhales, “you’re soaking the damn couch.” he shifts his body to the side enough so rin can have a look. “you see this?” he sounds shocked, “fuck, your girl is a freak. getting wet over fucking another man.”
rin frees himself completely, fist slowly stroking his length as he just stares– stares at the way your pussy throbs, at the way your lips part, at the way your chest lifts and falls with lust. “filthy,” he breathes, moving just a bit faster, “she’s fucking filthy.”
you want to say something, but your attempt is cut off by nagi’s tongue hotly pressing against your clit. you jolt and close around his head, shoving him harder into your cunt by the hold you still have on his hair. “fuck!” you cry.
he pries your thighs apart aggressively, then slaps your pussy threateningly. you yelp. “stay the fuck open,” he hisses, “i need to feel every inch of this sweet cunt.” he utilizes his shoulders the best he can to keep you wide and obedient as he reaches deep inside of you with his fingers and tongue licking fervently at your clit. “best fucking pussy,” he hums into your folds, “never tasted anyone like you.”
“make her squirt f’me,” rin moans, thumb sliding over his white beaded tip, eyes hooded with pure desire of watching his girlfriend get wrecked by her best friend.
nagi pauses for a minute to turn his head as he glares at rin. “don’t tell me what to fucking do.” somehow, rin trying to guide him pisses him off enough that he returns to your cunt with a merciless pace, pointer and middle from both of his hands scissoring into your dripping hole as he laps and slurps at your bundle of nerves all a mess, your arousal and juices practically coating his entire face and hands. you moan loudly every time you catch the sight of his glistening lips lift from your sex to breathe,
“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cry, thrusting your hips violently against his face, “s–shit, sei,” you choke, back arching as his fingers curl just right, “gonna c-come–”
“huh, that’s funny,” he smirks, pulling away from you abruptly. your near orgasm leaves you immediately and you glare at him, “thought you said i didn’t know how to make a girl do that?”
“y–you–,” he looks so smug that you want to slap him, “fuck you.”
“oh, you will,” his eyes are dark, enticing– he isn’t even fucking close to being finished with you yet. he unbuttons his pants and tosses them onto the floor before picking you up by your hips and placing you forcefully atop his thighs. you whimper as his shaft brushes against your puffy clit. “‘m gonna slide this slutty pussy on my fucking cock until i decide we’re finished, you got that?” the way he’s speaking to you, so mean and demanding, already has you weak in the knees. he licks his teeth, then glances over at rin. “get over here,” he says to him, “she’s gonna be a good girl and suck your cock while i make a fucking mess on her.”
rin’s by your side in a heartbeat, sweaty hands combing through your hair as he slaps his wet, sticky tip against your already parted lips. he looks at you hungrily, gripping at your strands. “gonna let me ruin your mouth while he destroys your pretty cunt, hm?”
“y–yes,” you whimper, eyes so glossy and fucked-out as you look up at him that he’s already shoving his cock down your throat. you choke, eyes rolling as you slurp his thick, veiny length, swallowing the salty precum.
nagi growls as he watches you take all of him, the sounds so sinful that he’s already sliding his shaft fervently against your pussy lips. “fuck, yeah,” he huffs, “taking him like a bitch. you’re so good, baby, so proud of you.” he matches his pace with rin’s brutal thrusts into your mouth, twitching against your clit with each filthy, pornographic choke that slips out of your stuffed face. “god, look at you,” his pants are heavy and ragged, nails digging into your hips as he slides desperately between your slick folds, “can feel you pulsing against my cock, sweetheart.” he releases a raspy groan as his thighs shake, hot spurts of cum landing all over your skirt he never removed. “fuck, fuck,” he hisses, eyes dazed from decorating your pretty clothing, “look what you made me do, baby.”
rin’s completely lost in you sucking him off, nearing the edge with each graze of your teeth against his sensitive vein. “yeah, baby,” he moans, “i’m so close– fuck– keep taking me just like that.” nagi slides himself inside of your needy hole, bottoming you out immediately from how fucking soaked you are. your muffled groans send shock waves through rin’s entire body and he comes, filling your mouth to the brim with his hot seed. “fuuuuuck,” he gasps, riding out his high with short, hard thrusts, “milk me baby, shit!”
as soon as he pulls out of your mouth, you’re a loud sobbing mess because nagi is brutally pistoning into you, unforgiving and trying to make a point. he leans forward to wrap his arms around your body, using his intense grip on the nape of your neck to guide you relentlessly up and down his cock.
“s–sei!” you scream, an arm reaching out to the side to grab rin for leverage. he grabs your wrist and shoves your fingers into his mouth, circling his tongue and moaning pathetically over your digits. it overwhelms your senses, and your eyes start to water. “f–fuck, i’m so sensitive– i–”
“you can take it, sweetheart,” nagi grits his teeth, snaking a few fingers into your hair to tug and you whimper. “i know you can.”
“i–,” you choke on your words, eyes rolling violently as you feel a hand press against your clit. rin’s toying with you now, but not for long.
nagi tsks, slapping his hand away. “don’t fucking touch her, not unless i say so. this is my time to ruin her.”
rin quite literally cowers away in the moment. he was more submissive than he thought.
you’re so fucked-out that you can barely breathe, cunt clenching around nagi’s cock desperately, burying every fucking inch of his length inside of you. “‘mmmm’gonna come–” you slur, gasping for air, as your head falls limp, “i–i can feel– fuck,” your mouth falls wide open as you let out an ungodly moan, body begining to shake violently against his thighs, “oh, fuck!”
“now,” nagi hisses at rin, “touch her greedy little cunt and make her squirt all over me.”
rin obliges, eyes razor-focused on every little expression your face makes as you teeter the edge, the tension in your stomach ready to snap at any moment. your palms bear down firmly against nagi’s chest, uncontrollable pants and whimpers oozing out of you whilst you slide your cunt along his leaky, thick cock.
“fuck, you’re so depserate,” nagi thrums, “fucking riding me like a slut, you need to come that bad, baby?”
“i need it!” you scream, throat cracking, “i f–fucking need it,” rin’s fingers are working fervently on your bundle of nerves as his lips meet your throat, your body seizing up from the intense sensations from all angles. “fuck– oh my god, fuck!” you cry, hot cum pouring out of your pulsing hole all over nagi’s thighs.
he growls loudly, speeding up his pace as he watches his cock move in and out of you, splashing your sweet nectar all over your leftover clothing. “jesus christ,” he hisses, “you’re so fucking sexy, y/n– god– fuck, i don’t want to stop fucking you.” he gasps loudly as he releases his load a second time, relentless bucking of his hips stuffing his cum back up into your walls. “you feel so fucking perfect around me.”
rin’s drooling at the sight of you and nagi so fucking wrecked from each other, watching as you collapse forward onto nagi’s chest once you two finally start to come down. rin drops himself beside you too, exhaling blissfully.
“holy fuck,” he exclaims, “that was hot.”
“yeah,” nagi agrees, “shit.” he runs his fingers through your sweaty strands for a few moments before gently propping your chin up enough to look you in the face. “so?” his lips curve into a lazy, exhausted smirk, “still think i can’t make a girl come?”
you want to say no, but you’re still feeling too strong of a desire to tease him further. you bite your lip with a smile, making it seem like you’re about to complement him. “well, you had rin’s help, didn’t you?”
rin bursts out laughing. nagi’s smile instantly fades and he groans, throwing his head back and cupping his face with his hands. “fuck off,” he sighs, “you’re actually insufferable.”
you giggle, leaning forward and pressing your glistening, red lips just below his ear. he sighs, melting into your touch immediately. “well, it just means you have to try again,” you purr. you feel nagi twitch below you. “you know, without rinny here.”
rin should be mad about the suggestion. but he’s not, because if this situation has taught him anything, it's that he is a fucking cuck. you meet his eyes and he smiles, lifting himself from the couch. you watch as he approaches the front door, slides on his sneakers, then grabs his keys to go home. nagi looks dumbfounded. you’re surprised yourself, but no one is complaining. he just looks back at you two, offering a salute. “have fun,” he coos, “text me tomorrow.”
slowly, you and nagi meet each other’s eyes again, confused and, well, still horny as fuck.
this time, nagi has you pinned to your bed, legs thrown over his shoulders as he wrecks your cunt for a good three hours more that night.
and he does, in fact, make you come. several times.
“so you’re just going to leave me, just like that?” sae called from the bedroom entrance, leaning against the doorway. you were angrily stuffing your clothes into a suitcase to go to your friends house for the night.
this is how it always with sae, he went and fooled around with whomever he wanted and expected nothing to await him at home. he took you for a weak fool who’d love him unconditionally.
“yes.” you zipped up the suitcase harshly, almost tearing the zip right off. you hauled it off the bed and moved towards the door, “and this time you won’t stop me.” you spoke through gritted teeth but sae stopped you right in your tracks, his hand wrapping around your wrist firmly but not enough to hurt, not enough to capture you, giving you all the chance to run if you wanted.
but when you didn’t, sae knew he had already won. once again.
“oh yeah?”
and that’s when it lead to this. your body pinned underneath his, bent in half like a pretzel as he pressed you into the meanest mating press ever. his cock drove in and out of your clenching cunt like it was still trying to cling on to the man you “hated”.
“still want to leave?” sae grunted in-between thrusts, his hand pinned your wrists above your head, his other hand wrapped around your throat and pressing steady pressure against your fluttering pulse. he felt the helpless thump, thump, thump of your heartbeat under his fingertips and it filled him with a sick sense of joy.
you garbled out an answer, choking on your own spit. it felt so good, he felt so good. every inch if your body trembled under his grip. he removed his hand from your throat to instead run it over your body, malling the soft flesh under his calloused palm.
“answer me.” he demanded, pinching your inner thigh to earn a surprised squeak from you. “n-no! never—god—it’s you! only you!” you babbled on, all the thoughts about breaking up with him and leaving him for good evaporating in an instant, like they never existed in the first place.
all your brain could think of was him, how good he ruined you. “only me?” sae repeated, grabbing your waist and fucking you onto his dick like a toy. “you!” you cried out, back arching as you came for the nth time that night, drowning sae’s dick in your juices.
this is how it always was with sae, he knew just how to have you eating from his palm without even having to try. he knew you could never truly leave him no matter how much you wanted.
“good girl.” sae cooed mockingly, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “next time if you ever think you can just walk away from me, i’ll fuck a baby into you so you never can.”
a/n: for some reason i kept thinking ab the "so u js gon break my shi" audio while writing this
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a mini smau series full of shitposts about the new generation world 11 as struggling college students in america
cw: unserious, just for fun. smau with no (fn) written portions. takes place in america (new york), yn and the boys bully each other (affectionately(??)), any non-english is google translated and may be inaccurate, cussing, crude jokes, kys/kms jokes, everyone is at least a little mean, plot is not plotting, shipping but there likely won’t be any romance between any characters, almost guaranteed to be ooc but i’m having fun with it so !! requests are open
