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ʚଓ Think I like you best when you're just with me , and no one else.

Synopsis : After a rough, exhausting day at practice where nothing went right, Itoshi Sae comes home distant and quiet. Instead of brushing you off like usual, he wordlessly pulls you into a desperate embrace—needing comfort he’ll never admit to out loud. In your arms, he slowly lets go of the pressure, the self-doubt, and the weight he always carries alone

𖦹₊ ⊹ cw: none! Pure fluff.

ᡣ𐭩₊ ⊹ Featuring — Itoshi Sae x fem!reader.

The front door clicks open quietly.

You glance up from the couch as Itoshi Sae walks in, gym bag slung over one shoulder, hair damp from a shower at the training center. He doesn’t say anything at first. Just locks eyes with you, expression unreadable—tired, maybe. Or annoyed. It’s always hard to tell with him.

“Welcome home,” you say gently, keeping your voice low.

He drops his bag by the door and tows off his shoes. Doesn’t reply. Just walks straight toward you—shoulders tense, jaw clenched. You brace yourself for a sharp remark, or maybe silence as he storms off to his room like he sometimes does after a rough day.

But instead...

He sinks down onto the couch beside you.

And then, without a single word, he pulls you into his arms—tight.

He buries his face in your neck, arms wrapped around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. His body is trembling slightly. Not from pain, not from anger ; just pure, exhausted vulnerability.

“…Rough day?” you murmur, rubbing slow circles on his back.

A soft, broken hum was his reply. No words—just this.

You don’t press. You don’t need him to talk. He never likes putting it into words—the pressure, the mistakes he can’t accept, the teammates who don’t meet his standards, the version of himself he always feels like he’s chasing and never quite reaching.

You just hold him. And he clings to you. Wordless, desperate, human.

His breath slows against your skin. His grip loosens, just slightly, but he doesn’t move away. Not even a little.

“…Stay like this,” he mumbles, voice low and raw.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head.

He exhales. Finally. The tension starts to melt from his muscles as he sinks deeper into you, arms still wrapped around your middle like you’re the only solid thing in his entire world.

He doesn’t need noise. He just needs you.

Minutes pass. He hasn’t let go.

He’s curled against you now, long legs tangled with yours on the couch, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other stays tucked between your bodies, fingers curled in the fabric of your shirt like he’s anchoring himself. His face is still buried in your neck, and you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin.

You don’t ask questions. You just keep holding him. Eventually, he speaks. Barely above a whisper :

“…I missed every shot and every pass today.”

Your heart tugs.

Sae never admits to failure. Even when it’s obvious. Even when it’s written all over his face. You thread your fingers through his hair, gently combing through the soft red strands. “That doesn’t make you less incredible.”

He exhales slowly, like your words hit something deep.

“I didn’t feel like me on the field.”

A pause.

“Like I was there… but I couldn’t do anything right. Everything was off.”

You hug him tighter, pressing your lips to the top of his head. “You’re allowed to have off days, Sae. You’re human.”

Another silence. But this time, it’s not heavy. Just quiet. He’s listening.

“…I hate feeling like this,” he admits, voice barely audible. “Like I’m not enough.”

It makes your heart ache, the way he says it—not with self-pity, but quiet, resigned shame. You tilt his face up, just enough to meet his tired eyes—the same eyes which you were met with when he came back from Spain , looking nothing like the boy you knew.

“You are more than enough,” you whisper, thumb brushing across his cheek. “Not because of how you play. Because of who you are.”

His gaze searches yours for a moment, something tight behind his eyes. And then—

He kisses you.

Not hard. Not hurried. Just soft. Slow. Grateful.

Grateful that you're there for him.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours and murmurs, “Thank you.”

You smile. “C’mon. Let’s get you into the bath , then you can rest.”

He lets you lead him, still quiet. Still clinging.

Later, he falls asleep with his head on your chest, fingers curled around your wrist, legs tangled in the sheets—and for once, Itoshi Sae looks peaceful.

Because when the world’s too much, you’re the only place he wants to be.

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ʚଓ Undress me, caress me , I just want yᰔu to fuck me.

Synopsis : You've been teasing Kaiser all night. Talking with his friends , looking at them with slutty eyes and ignoring him for no reason. And now it's payback time. What you sow , you shall reap , right?

𖦹₊ ⊹ cw: nsfw (smut), rough sex, unprotected sex (creampie), degradation, breeding kink (?), hair pulling, spanking, fingering, explicit language, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, bodily fluids (cum , spit), mirror play, verbal humiliation, possessive kaiser, crying, spitting, physical restraint, repeated orgasms, marathon sex, brat taming. Minors do not interact!

ᡣ𐭩₊ ⊹ Featuring — Michael Kaiser x 「fem」!reader

The door to the bedroom slams shut behind you, the echo bouncing off the walls like the warning you knew was coming. You barely have time to turn around before Kaiser's on you. "You thought I wouldn't notice?" he growls, grabbing your chin so tight it aches. "Batting your eyes at my friends like some filthy little whore?"

You open your mouth to speak — maybe defend yourself, maybe tease him more but he's not in the mood for words. His mouth crashes onto yours, biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting. His other hand is already yanking at your sorry excuse of a dress, tearing the zipper down without care, exposing skin like he's claiming it, owning it.

"You ignore me all night, act like I'm not even there. But now," he sneers against your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat, "you want attention? You want my attention? Is that why you were teasing me all evening, hm?"

He spins you around roughly, pushing you down over the edge of the bed. Your cheek hits the mattress as he shoves your legs apart with his knee. His hand finds your hair, yanking your head back, forcing a gasp from your lips. "Look at you," he spits, sliding your panties down with a rough tug, "dripping like a bitch in heat, and for what? The way I looked at you? Or the way they did?"

You open your lips again but nothing except a whimper comes out when his fingers slowly rubbed your already soaked slit. "Oh. You liked being watched, didn't you?" he growls, pushing two fingers into you with no warning. "So desperate for attention you didn't care whose eyes were on you."

"M-Micha..mhm..!" You gasp, hips bucking as his fingers thrust deep and rough, curling just right, finding that spot that makes your knees weaken instantly. He doesn't give you time to adjust — he's fucking you with his fingers like you owe him something. Like he's collecting a debt. Like he's punishing you for even glancing at others.

"Squelching like this...fuck, listen to yourself." He leans in, lips brushing your ear. "Dripping around my fingers after throwing yourself at other men all night. You are a whore." He adds a third finger and your legs tremble, head falling back against the pillow as a moan escapes you — loud and shameless.

"You're getting off on this?" He pulls back slightly, looking down at where his fingers are pistoning in and out of you. "Soaking wet, taking all three like the used-up slut you are." Then his thumb brushes your clit — sharp and fast — and your back arches off the bed.

"Fuck—Mich—!" You feel it building already, pressure burning in your gut, your pussy squeezing his fingers so tight like a vice.

"No. You don't get to moan my name now," he interrupts you , yanking his fingers out of you and shoving them into your mouth. "Taste what a fucking mess you are."

The moment you suck them clean — eyes half-lidded, lips wrapped around his fingers — his expression snaps. "You want to act like a little brat?"

He grabs your wrist and throws you down onto the bed, flipping you onto your stomach like you weigh nothing. "Then you're gonna get fucked like one."

"You wanna act like a slut in front of everyone, yeah?" he growls, yanking your panties off from the side completely and spreading your legs wide. "Then you'll take my cock like one."

His belt clinks. You barely catch your breath before you feel him — thick, hot, and hard ; slamming into your pussy in one brutal thrust.

"Ah! Michael..—!" You scream. He groans.

"Fuck..that tight little cunt's still trying to play innocent, huh?" he snarls, grabbing your hips so he can slam into you again, harder. "Too bad. You lost the right to beg when you were eye-fucking my friends."

You moan into the sheets. trying to push back on him, but he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head up.

"Uh-uh. You don't get to fuck me back, not after that little stunt you pulled off," he snarls into your ear. "You just take it."

And you do — each savage thrust pounding into your pussy like punishment, each brutal slap of his hips against your ass driving the breath from your lungs.

"You're mine," he growls, pulling your hair back again. "Say it."

You gasp, panting, already too sensitive and overwhelmed. "I'm yours—I'm your filthy slut-!"

"Damn right you are."

He fucks you harder. Deeper. His cock stretching your pussy, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, making your walls tighten around him like it doesn't want his dick to leave your cunt.

"..fuck," he groans. "You're squeezing. You gonna cum, you dirty little whore?"

You nod, gasping — barely able to speak — and he pulls your hair harder, dragging your head back again so he can hear every filthy sound spilling out of your mouth. Your orgasm tears through you — violent, all-consuming, and white-hot. You tremble under him, legs giving out completely as you scream into the mattress, juices spilling down your thighs, body writhing beneath him.

And Kaiser doesn't stop.

His thrusts grow sloppier, rougher, until he buries himself to the hilt and groans deep in his throat. You feel the first pulse of his cock as he cums — hot, thick, messy filling your pussy up and leaking out almost immediately.

He stays deep, hips twitching, hand still tangled in your hair as you both pant for breath.

You barely move. Your body is limp, face buried in the sheets, his cum still warm and dripping out of your aching pussy. Your thighs are sticky. Your breath is shaky. But before your mind even starts to come back online, You feel him shift behind you.

Kaiser's hands are back on your hips, bruising and unrelenting. "Think we're done?" he mutters, voice low and gravelly. "You really think I'd let you off with just that?" Your mouth opens, but you don't get a word out, already fucked too dumb.

He pushes your thighs apart again — slow, deliberate; and your pussy twitches, overstimulated and still dripping from both of yours shared orgasm.

"Look at this filthy little hole," he growls, dragging two fingers through the slick mess leaking out of you. "Still gaping from my cock. You love being ruined, don't you?"

You moan weakly, shivering as he circles your clit with cum-slick fingers. It's too much and yet, It's not enough.

"Can't even close your legs," he taunts. "Can't even fucking speak."

He slaps your pussy, light but sharp and your whole body jerks. He spits on your pussy. Rubs it in. Then grabs his cock, still half-hard, wet, coated in your release and his — and starts rubbing the tip against your entrance. You whimper instinctively.

"You're already crying and I haven't even put it back in yet," he growls. Then he shoves in again — all the way with no warning. Your back arches off the bed, pain and pleasure slamming into you all at once as your pussy stretches to take him again. He's even rougher now. Unhinged. Obsessive.

"That's it," he groans, fucking into your swollen, fucked-out cunt like he's trying to break you. "So fucking tight again." The sound of skin slapping against skin is louder now wet, messy, constant — and he leans over your back, lips dragging along your shoulder.

"I'm gonna keep fucking this pussy until you can't walk," he snarls into your ear. "Until you're leaking so much cum you can't even think straight." His hand snakes around your waist, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing circles fast and relentlessly, while he pounds into your overstimulated cunt like he's chasing a high only you can give.

You're crying. Moaning. Clawing at the sheets. And it's so fucking good.

"Cum again," he growls. "Do it. Cum on this cock like the good little doll you are."

You can't fight it. Your pussy clamps down again, tighter than before, and you scream his name as your second orgasm tears through you like a tidal wave. You sob through it. Overwhelmed and broken open, as he fucks you through every aftershock, not slowing, not letting go.

"Fuck, fuck—" he grits out, and then he's slamming into you one last time, deep, hard, possessive. He cums again - hot and thick spilling into your overstretched pussy until you feel it dripping out immediately around his cock.

He stays inside. Breathing heavy. Fingers tangled in your hair. Cock still twitching inside your wrecked, soaking pussy.

You're shaking. Your pussy's ruined cum leaking out in thick, messy streaks, thighs trembling, lips puffy and raw. You should be done. You feel done.

But Kaiser doesn't give a fuck.

He pulls out slowly, and you sob a mix of relief and aching emptiness — but it lasts only seconds. His hand grabs your ass and spreads you open, eyes locked on your cum-dripping hole. "Look at that used little cunt," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. "So red. So swollen. You've been fucked twice and it's still begging for more."

You barely moan a protest before he's spitting on it again mixing it with the mess he's already filled you with. His fingers spread it all around your pussy and down to your hole, playing with your ruined, overstimulated cunt like it's his personal toy. "This is what happens when you act like a brat," he growls. "You don't get love. You don't get mercy."

Suddenly, he grabs your wrist, yanks you toward the tall mirror across the room, and shoves you in front of it. You're bent over the vanity, hands pressed hard against the smooth wood, knuckles white from gripping it tight.

Your legs tremble, thighs slick and sticky, pussy dripping with cum and aching from everything Kaiser already put you through. He stands behind you, cock hard and pulsing, fingers digging into your hips like he's claiming you again.

"Look at you," he muses, his breath hot against your neck. "All spread out for me. This messy little cunt of yours leaking everywhere."

Your eyes flick up to the mirror right in front of you. Your reflection stares back-mouth parted, eyes glazed and wild, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

You watch as his cock lines up, sliding between your folds, pressing against your dripping entrance. His hand slides to your waist, then down, spreading your pussy lips wider, giving the mirror the perfect view of your ruined cunt. Red, swollen, dripping with your juices and his.

Without warning, he thrusts in hard, filling your cunt with that thick, hot cock. You gasp, hips bucking forward on instinct, but his grip tightens, holding you steady. The mirror catches every obscene moment: the way your cunt stretches around him, how your pussy juices glisten in the light, how your face twists with every brutal thrust.

"Eyes on the mirror," he commands, voice rough. "I want you to see exactly what a filthy little slut you are for me." His hips slam into you with relentless force, cock pounding your cunt like he's carving his name into you.

His hand snakes around, rubbing fast, merciless circles on your swollen clit, making your pussy twitch and your hips jerk against him. You cry out, breathless, your reflection mouthing silent moans as your cunt clenches down hard, dripping messily over his cock.

Your eyes never leave the mirror.

You watch yourself as he told you to — hips bucking, cunt squeezing, tears leaking down your cheeks — and scream his name again and again.

You're already on the edge; your cunt squeezing him again and again. Your orgasm slams into you so violently your whole body shakes, eyes rolling back as your cunt spasms around his cock. You scream hoarse and breathless ; your release gushing down your thighs, dripping onto the floor, coating him.

He fucks you through it. Doesn't stop. Doesn't let you stop. Then with a low, guttural moan he slams in deep, cock twitching, and fills your cunt with his cum again. His hips stuttering, cock pulsing hot ropes into your fucked-out pussy as your juices mix with his.

You both watch as it leaks out immediately white, messy, soaking your thighs as it runs down in sticky trails.

He doesn't pull out.

Just presses your trembling body against the mirror and growls, voice dark:

"Remember to not tease me again, darling," he purrs. "And I'm not done fucking you yet."

a/n : first fic lol

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