bus pal!sae who started taking the bus because he didn't want to waste gas going to his gym.

bus pal!sae who sat in the first row in hopes that no one would sit next to him.

bus pal!sae who’s plan failed because you sat next to him in a rush.

bus pal!sae who paid no mind to you until he felt a weight against him. bus pal!sae who couldn't believe your audacity to fall asleep on him.

bus pal!sae who didn't wake you up, which turned to be a huge mistake when you started awake in a panic thirty minutes later.

bus pal!sae who watched you panic when you asked if the stop to your university had already passed. who watched as you dejectedly sat back down in your seat, accepting your fate.

bus pal!sae who wasn't as surprised when you fell asleep on his shoulder again the next day.

bus pal!sae who woke you up this time. bus pal!sae who’s heart fluttered a bit when you endlessly thanked him.

bus pal!sae and you who fell into a routine. you who would always fall asleep on him, and he who would always wake you up.

bus pal!sae who didn’t ride the bus once for some reason, who listened as you lightheartedly scolded him for abandoning you.

bus pal!sae who never skipped his ride after that.

bus pal!sae who caught himself looking forward to see you everyday.

bus pal!sae who decided that he wanted your number. but bus pal!sae who would always miss his chance. either you fell asleep too soon or rushed out too fast, your thank you's left in your trail.

bus pal!sae who forced himself to hold you back and grab you by the wrist before you left the bus.

bus pal!sae who finally got your number.

also, bus pal!sae who never told you that his stop was before yours.

a/n:- everybody say thank u jazz for inspiring this!!

from that one sae thingy i spat out recently… id like to think that kaiser is on that agenda as well—that he doesn’t tell people he’s married.

but while sae does it as a form of protection, kaiser does it more in an aspect of possession.

kaiser doesn’t like telling people he’s married more on the basis he doesn’t want people to know you exist. the more people know about, the more people could possibly desire you, and kaiser doesn’t want that! you’re his, you said so when you gave your vows to him on the altar.

he doesn’t wear a wedding ring on his finger to avoid suspicion. he’ll maybe instead wear a necklace with the ring around his neck—something he can easily hide yet still serve as a reminder of your existence, that he has someone waiting at home especially for him with open arms. he refuses events with models and celebrities if he truly doesn’t have to attend them so no tabloids can brew up a false storm because god forbid he exchanges the most menial of words with an attractive women.

the only person he’s told is ness—and that’s only because the snooping idiot looked into the players’ files and gasped aloud at the little box of kaiser’s marital status. the midfielder provoked kaiser until he broke and he seethed to ness that if he were to tell anyone about his spouse, he should try and leave germany as soon as possible before kaiser gets to him first.

you’re his little secret. one that he isn’t ashamed of necessarily, oh no… absolutely not. not his little dove, an angel straight from heaven. kaiser could never be ashamed of you. you’re his soul—his reason that love still exists within such a cold and malicious person.

but he only wants his selfish eyes to gaze upon you. that’s why he married you, isn’t it? to have you as his own… and only his own?

i feel like nagi has such a sleepers build, he normally looks toned and lean and whatever but once you asked him to squeeze an arm around your head, and his muscles get like 3x bigger as he's flexing, he's actively squishing your cheeks with his thick bicep while complaining how much of a hassle it is. and he's just so strong and he's just confused because your giggling and you might be a little wet but oh well.....

thinking about rin who has a crush on you, a fellow classmate of his. and you’re failing maths so you ask your friends to recommend someone to tutor you and since rin acts so smart all the time, they tell you to ask him.

and rin can’t bring himself to reject you after seeing the hopeful look on your face so he agrees.

he acts like he knows what he’s doing when he ‘tutors’ you but actually he’s just bullshitting it and gushing inside about being able to spend so much time with you.

anyways his cover is busted when you both end up failing maths.

being with kaiser means having to dissect your own heart while stitching up his.

chewing on him jn the tags and etc. don’t mind me

he’d be pretty mean at first. he’s gauging your reactions; would you run if you saw everything that haunted him? how he haunts himself? Kaiser does nothing but spit and snarl at you, like a stray cat that’s only been kicked to the curb.

but you don’t leave him alone. not like every other one-night stand he’s had—no, you’ve made him breakfast—a traditional german faire—and brushed and put oil in his hair (his favorite scent too; you tell him it’s been your favorite for a few years. something in him softens).

It’s so domestic he almost vomits after that, but on his first night away from your apartment, he can’t sleep. Practice is shit and he’s not performing well, to the point where he initiates a facetime call (kaiser hates initiating. it feels like begging for your attention, when yours should be solely on him anyway.) and you pick up instantly.

the time difference makes something shatter in him. You’re just waking up… hair messy and eyes bleary. You can hardly speak or hold up the phone…

“Mihya…? You okay?” you’re slumped in bed, wearing his sweater. He might combust (when did Michael become so attached to you? He doesn’t know, but he whispers your name like a prayer, like you’re his guiding light).

“I’m better now, dear. Let me tell you what that idiot of a striker did at practice—“ he rambled on, and watches you nod along. You him and agree with him, and a weight falls off of his shoulders. Kaiser can love you. Perhaps he already does…

seishiro nagi ʚ ɞ mean girl

sighhh just thinking about nagi with a mean girlfriend. like, you can be such a bitch that even his friends will comment on it, asking him why he’s still with you.

he’ll usually just shrug, telling them, “i know how to handle it, it’s not a hassle.”

of course, this always has them so confused. everything is a hassle to this man, but not his bitchy girlfriend?

the way you’d be talking shit about whoever it was, but all he could do was nod as he looked at your pretty expressions as you told the story of whatever it was. he wasn’t listening at all to be honest, sipping on the straw of his drink in the mall.

if he really thought about it, he actually liked the attitude you gave him. the constant eye rolls, your loud huffs and sighs when he says something so unbelievably stupid. not to mention how hard his dick gets when you scold him for how ‘fucking lazy he is’.

he’s not really sure why it makes him feel that way, but holy does he get a kick out of it. he gets an even bigger kick out of fucking the attitude out of you.

“mm, are you gonna say sorry to me now, baby?”, he asks you, so sweetly as he pounds into your pussy with such vigour you can barely form a sentence.

“f-fuck.. sei.”, you whine, barely even able to catch your breath with his quick pace, gripping onto his navy sheets for dear life.

“answer me.”, he demands, still in his sweet tone as he gently tugs on your hair. you know he could never hurt you, but sometimes you wouldn’t mind if he was a bit rougher.

“uh huh, m’sorry sei..”, you manage to get out in broken sobs as nagi keeps up with his insane pace, slightly slowing down for you to keep up after hearing the word he wanted you to say all day.

“yeah? see, you can be sweet, can’t you? so sweet for me..”, he says, mumbling the last bit as he firmly, but gently grabs your neck, lifting you up so your back was against nagi’s bare chest while placing gentle kisses on your neck.

the thing with nagi, he was so gently in every way besides the way he fucked you. the only time he wasn’t ever lazy, and when you just can’t stop mouthing off to him about how fucking lazy he is, he just needs to prove you wrong.

you nod eagerly for him, completely drunk on his cock as you feel the intensity build up in your stomach.

he smirks to himself at the sight of you. he may have the bitchiest, meanest girlfriend despite being one of the calmest and lazy guys around, but he’s also the only one who knows how to keep your bad attitude in check.

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Don’t! get me started on how much Nagi would be into cock-warming. You sit on his lap while he play his game with his friends, but at sweet and innocent that sounds his cock is actually inside of your pussy, hitting that mushy spot every time you try to squirm.

And soon cock-warming him turns into being fucked dumb agains his desk bc “it’s such a hassle when you squirm so much” You didn’t know why he mumbled that you should stay quiet tho, he told his teammates that he will be right back so he should turn off his microphone, right?

“Sei shit! Sei i’m… i’m gonna cum!” You were absolutely lost in pressure, forgetting that u should keep your voice down bc his teammates would hear you, but u honestly didn’t care right now, Nagi was fucking you so hard right now it would be hard to keep quiet even if you wanted to.

“Fuck! angel I’m ‘gna cum too..” It didn’t take long before Nagi was giving you few more trust to roll you down from your high, while his cock was still leaking inside of you, but when Nagi was about to pull out he heard his teammates talk in his headset.

“Nagi… i- i think you forgot to mute..” “Woah Nagi! i didn’t knew u had a girlfriend!!”

you could feel him twitch inside you, shit… he was hard again.

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