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♱.ᐟrockstar!choso
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Fanart/spoiler for my upcoming series. guess what the series is about, i bet you won’t
level: literally impossible to guess
art under the cut
.ᐟ late ♡ sae
.ᐟcw: light angst, hurt/comfort
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛', 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 - 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑
⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡
“Are you ready yet?” Sae’s voice was calm but clipped, echoing down the hallway from where he stood by the door, his keys spinning impatiently in one hand. You winced at the tone—it was never angry, not exactly, but it was that signature Sae brand of cold: tired, dry, and barely hiding the irritation simmering beneath his cool facade.
You didn’t answer right away, lips puckered as you tried to smooth out your lip tint with your finger, one hand already tugging your robe closed.
“Oh no no no—” you mumbled in a panic, eyes wide when you glanced at the time on your phone. You thought you had more time. “Sae, just a second!” you called back.
That was not the right thing to say.
You heard footsteps.. Sae appeared in your doorway, jaw tight, brows drawn together as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. Your hair was still up in rollers, makeup half done, a robe barely hanging off your shoulders and no outfit in sight.
“You’re joking.” His voice was flat. But there was something strained under it, like he was trying really, really hard not to snap.
You blinked at him, frozen. “I thought we were leaving later…”
“No,” he replied, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I told you 6:15. It’s 6:40.” You watched the rise and fall of his chest, how he closed his eyes for a second like he was mentally recalibrating his patience. “I’m going to the car,” he said, already turning. “You have five minutes.”
You nodded mutely, the pit in your stomach tightening. You knew he’d had a long day—press, interviews, meetings stacked on top of training. You wanted to be ready on time. You just… couldn’t get your shit together fast enough.
You rushed through the rest, finishing your makeup with shaking hands, curling lashes half-heartedly. You tugged on a dress you hadn’t worn in months and grabbed your purse as you hurried out the door.
Sae was already in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming against his thigh. His jaw tightened as you approached. “Do you have everything?” he asked, not looking at you.
You opened your mouth, then froze. “…My phone.”
He exhaled sharply. “Seriously?”
“I’ll be super quick!” you promised, already spinning on your heel.
You ran back inside, heart racing, grabbed your phone; and then immediately realized your purse wasn’t on your shoulder anymore. You’d dropped it on the couch when you came back in. “Wait—!”
The moment you stepped back outside and saw the look on Sae’s face, you felt the crack forming.
“Just get in the damn car!” he snapped, his voice louder than usual, hands flying up as his temper slipped through. “You’ve been running around for twenty minutes and we’re late. What the hell is going on with you today?”
You froze.
You didn’t mean to cry. You weren’t even going to argue. But the way his voice hit you, sharp and unexpected, like you were just one more thing pushing him over the edge—it broke something small inside your chest. Your lips parted, trying to find something to say, but your chin quivered instead.
Sae’s expression shifted the moment he saw your eyes glassing over. He blinked, once, twice, the guilt slamming into him like a freight train.
“…Shit,” he muttered, throwing the car into park before stepping out. “Wait—hey.”
You looked down, wiping your face quickly, but he was already there, slipping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you to his chest.
“I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you,” he said quietly, almost stiffly, but sincere. “I just—today’s been hell, and I took it out on you. That’s not fair.”
You sniffled against his hoodie. “You scared me…”
“I know.” His hand came up to cradle the back of your head. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”
You stood like that for a while, your cheek pressed against his chest, his fingers smoothing down your back.
"i can make reservations for another time" he mumbled "just, don't cry, ok? we can go somewhere else"
You looked up at him through tear-clumped lashes, and he gently brushed his thumb under your eyes, wiping away the smudges.
“I didn’t mean to ruin everything,” you whispered.
“You didn’t,” he said, almost immediately. “You never could.”
And that was enough to make you melt all over again.
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A/n: sequel
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.ᐟ sweet ♡ sae
.ᐟcw: fluff, sequel to late
𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 - 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑐𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥
⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡
After the tense silence in the car, things slowly began to settle. Sae, ever the professional, could switch from cool and distant to soft and caring with a quiet efficiency that made your heart skip a beat.
As you sat in the car, hands still nervously twisting together in your lap, you felt the car slow, and before you knew it, Sae had parked in a secluded spot. He didn’t pull out his phone, didn’t check the time—he simply turned to you with a gentle look that contrasted so sharply with the frustration just moments ago.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft now, as if afraid you’d break under the slightest pressure.
You nodded slowly, still unsure of the exact words to say. “Yeah… Just… a little overwhelmed.”
Sae exhaled, reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear. It was such a simple gesture, yet it made your chest tighten in a way that left you speechless. His fingers lingered at your temple, the touch warm and reassuring.
“I’m sorry for snapping earlier,” he said again, his voice a low murmur, almost like he was talking to himself more than you. “I don’t want you to feel like you’ve ever messed up.”
You finally looked at him, really looked at him, and the vulnerability in his eyes made your heart ache. The strong, guarded man who never showed weakness was letting you see something raw—a glimpse of the person behind the bravado.
“I know,” you whispered. “But I just… I feel like I always mess up when it matters most. I’m trying, I swear.”
Sae shook his head slowly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t a teasing smile. It was one of understanding, of care. “You don’t mess up,” he said, his voice quieter now, more intimate. “You’re always doing your best. And that’s all I need. All I need is you.”
The sincerity in his words made your chest flutter, and for a brief moment, everything felt okay again.
Sae reached out, gently cupping your cheek with one hand, his thumb softly sweeping over the skin. “You know,” he said with a slight grin, the tension between you finally easing. “I think you’d look perfect even if you were still in your robe and rollers.”
A soft laugh escaped your lips, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m serious,” he continued, his grin growing. “I love the way you look. It’s just you. All you.”
The warmth in your chest spread, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah, but I’m your impossible,” he teased gently, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. The simple gesture, so full of tenderness, made your heart melt.
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I accidentally deleted the ask I just answered, it was meant to be smth else but to answer. I was inspired by her work and I messaged her :)
Request are officially closed from now on until I finish my current ones. It’s very sad but I have no choice 💔 I have over 60 reqs to get to and if I keep getting more I wont be able to do the older ones which isnt fair, sorry guys
.ᐟ late♡sae
.ᐟcw: light angst, hurt/comfort
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛’, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 - 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑
⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡
“Are you ready yet?” Sae’s voice was calm but clipped, echoing down the hallway from where he stood by the door, his keys spinning impatiently in one hand. You winced at the tone—it was never angry, not exactly, but it was that signature Sae brand of cold: tired, dry, and barely hiding the irritation simmering beneath his cool facade.
You didn’t answer right away, lips puckered as you tried to smooth out your lip tint with your finger, one hand already tugging your robe closed.
“Oh no no no—” you mumbled in a panic, eyes wide when you glanced at the time on your phone. You thought you had more time. “Sae, just a second!” you called back.
That was not the right thing to say.
You heard footsteps.. Sae appeared in your doorway, jaw tight, brows drawn together as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. Your hair was still up in rollers, makeup half done, a robe barely hanging off your shoulders and no outfit in sight.
“You’re joking.” His voice was flat. But there was something strained under it, like he was trying really, really hard not to snap.
You blinked at him, frozen. “I thought we were leaving later…”
“No,” he replied, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I told you 6:15. It’s 6:40.” You watched the rise and fall of his chest, how he closed his eyes for a second like he was mentally recalibrating his patience. “I’m going to the car,” he said, already turning. “You have five minutes.”
You nodded mutely, the pit in your stomach tightening. You knew he’d had a long day—press, interviews, meetings stacked on top of training. You wanted to be ready on time. You just… couldn’t get your shit together fast enough.
You rushed through the rest, finishing your makeup with shaking hands, curling lashes half-heartedly. You tugged on a dress you hadn’t worn in months and grabbed your purse as you hurried out the door.
Sae was already in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming against his thigh. His jaw tightened as you approached. “Do you have everything?” he asked, not looking at you.
You opened your mouth, then froze. “…My phone.”
He exhaled sharply. “Seriously?”
“I’ll be super quick!” you promised, already spinning on your heel.
You ran back inside, heart racing, grabbed your phone; and then immediately realized your purse wasn’t on your shoulder anymore. You’d dropped it on the couch when you came back in. “Wait—!”
The moment you stepped back outside and saw the look on Sae’s face, you felt the crack forming.
“Just get in the damn car!” he snapped, his voice louder than usual, hands flying up as his temper slipped through. “You’ve been running around for twenty minutes and we’re late. What the hell is going on with you today?”
You froze.
You didn’t mean to cry. You weren’t even going to argue. But the way his voice hit you, sharp and unexpected, like you were just one more thing pushing him over the edge—it broke something small inside your chest. Your lips parted, trying to find something to say, but your chin quivered instead.
Sae’s expression shifted the moment he saw your eyes glassing over. He blinked, once, twice, the guilt slamming into him like a freight train.
“…Shit,” he muttered, throwing the car into park before stepping out. “Wait—hey.”
You looked down, wiping your face quickly, but he was already there, slipping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you to his chest.
“I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you,” he said quietly, almost stiffly, but sincere. “I just—today’s been hell, and I took it out on you. That’s not fair.”
You sniffled against his hoodie. “You scared me…”
“I know.” His hand came up to cradle the back of your head. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”
You stood like that for a while, your cheek pressed against his chest, his fingers smoothing down your back.
“i can make reservations for another time” he mumbled “just, don’t cry, ok? we can go somewhere else”
You looked up at him through tear-clumped lashes, and he gently brushed his thumb under your eyes, wiping away the smudges.
“I didn’t mean to ruin everything,” you whispered.
“You didn’t,” he said, almost immediately. “You never could.”
And that was enough to make you melt all over again.
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Inspiration/credits: @rafesangelita
A/n: sequel
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Thinking about husband!geto, who’d wake you up with his lips on your cunt. He couldn’t bring himself to ruin his wife’s beauty sleep, so what did he do? He ate you out instead. His hair usually tied was loose, long black strands draping down his shirtless back, the room was chilly but his body kept you warm.
It started with soft warmth; the kind that made you think you were still dreaming. The press of lips, gentle at first, then deeper, wetter. A low hum vibrated against you, and your thighs twitched instinctively.
Your eyes fluttered open, the room still dim with early morning light. Blankets pooled around your hips, and there he was; nestled between your legs like it was where he belonged. Like it was his favorite place in the world.
“Geto…” you whispered, voice rough, not quite awake.
His long hair was loose, brushing against your thighs as he looked up at you with that dark, slow-burning gaze. “Shh,” he murmured, lips already slick, voice low and sinful. “Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you.”
His hands were strong, steady as they held your hips down, anchoring you in place while his tongue worked you open, slow, practiced. He wasn’t in a rush. He never was with you. Every flick of his tongue, every kiss to your swollen clit, was deliberate.
“You taste so good in the morning,” he muttered against your folds, like he was drunk on you. “Couldn’t wait.”
Your fingers gripped the sheets as a moan slipped past your lips, your entire body coming alive under his touch. You weren’t fully conscious yet, but none of that mattered — not when your husband was between your legs like a man starved, loving you awake with his mouth.
And the worst part? He hadn’t even gotten started yet.
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i cant find ur kaisae fic 😢😢
Its linked on my masterlist. But here
.ᐟjus’thetip♡kaiser
.ᐟcw: smut mdni, dumbification, use of ‘daddy’, degrading kinda, brat taming
𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛 - 𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑦
⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡
Michael Kaiser had you on your back, one leg pinned up by his hand, the other shaking with need, your body practically trembling from how long he’d been teasing you. His cock slid between your soaked folds, the tip catching on your swollen clit every time he moved his hips forward; just enough to make you twitch, never enough to satisfy.
You whimpered, your bottom lip bitten red and raw. You couldn’t even remember how long he was doing this for—of his cock gliding against you, wet and heavy, never inside, never giving you what you were begging for.
“Please, Kaiser,” you gasped, voice cracking. “Please just—fuck, I can’t—”
He chuckled, dark and smug, dragging his tip down to your entrance where your walls fluttered with emptiness.
“Can’t what, baby?” he cooed, voice thick with mock concern. “Can’t take any more of not being fucked?” He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Then maybe you should’ve thought twice before acting like such a fucking brat earlier.”
You whined, trying to roll your hips up, desperate to feel him, to take him—but his grip only tightened on your thigh, holding you down like you weighed nothing.
“Nuh-uh,” he said, amusement dripping from every syllable. “Brats don’t get to call the shots.”
You looked at him, eyes glassy with frustration. “Just the tip, please—I’ll be good—”
He groaned at that, jaw tightening. The second the words left your mouth, you knew you had him. He was obsessed with hearing you break.
“Say it again.”
“Just the tip, Kaiser, please,” you whimpered, voice soft and needy.
“Not Kaiser,” he growled, leaning down until your foreheads touched. His eyes were wild, dark, hungry. “Try again.”
You swallowed hard. Your pride had long since melted.
“Daddy,” you breathed.
That did it.
He pushed forward just enough to stretch you with the head of his cock, and your mouth fell open in a gasp. You clenched around him instinctively, desperate to pull him deeper, but he stilled, cock twitching as your slick walls pulsed around the tip.
His hand slid to your throat, just enough pressure to hold you there, his favorite sight: you, teary-eyed, begging, filled just barely, struggling to behave.
“I could ruin you right now,” he muttered, lips brushing yours. “Split you open on this cock until you’re crying and cockdrunk and begging me to stop.”
“Then do it,” you sobbed, breath hitching as he pulled out and slowly nudged forward again, rubbing circles into your clit with the head. “Please, I need it so bad, I’ll do anything—”
“You’ll do everything,” he snapped, pulling back again, still denying you. “Because you’re my little toy, remember? My perfect fuckdoll. My brat.”
You nodded frantically. “I am—I am, daddy, please—”
He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look down where your bodies touched, where his cock glistened with your slick.
“Then shut up and take it like one.”
And just like that, he slammed his hips forward, bottoming out in one brutal stroke. You screamed, hands flying to grip the sheets as he held you down and began to move; deep, punishing thrusts that made your mind go blank.
All that buildup, all that teasing, and now he was fucking you like he owned you.
“Gonna break you,” he growled against your mouth. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”
And you let him.
Because you were already his.
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I read ur kaisae foursome and now I am questioning my sexuality and re reading it again and again.
oh my god 😭 plz, im rlly happy that u like it :)
(might write more wlw in the future, tehe, who knows)