#SAE

[marshidoesart]

Bluelock doodles :3

[fvrina]

✦ merchandise | sae x reader

synopsis going to sae's soccer game and coming across a stall selling u20 merch and you cave and end up buying merchandise of sae’s japan u20 uniform

a/n i saw some guy wearing messi’s shirt or wtv and felt inspired to write this—also should i do this scenario w other bllk charas idk,,,,

tags established relationship, fluff, gender neutral reader, sae thinks u cant handle ur finances idk, bf privileges™, banter, idk how to tag ts ngl, i dont play soccer idk if the stuff i said here is correct, not proof read :3, 0.9k wc

Blinding stadium lights beat down on you. The moon hung low above the chaos. A plethora of fans from both teams surged through the exterior of the stadium—on their way into the gates—looking like a spilled colorful bowl of cereal, but instead of Fruit Loops, it was overly patriotic merchandise-wearing fans. Colours of Japan’s U20 team and the team they were facing’s scarves and jerseys which were a dizzying blend of colours. Like a salmon swimming upstream, you weaved through the crowd. Jeez, who knew Sae actually wasn’t lying when he said games at night were prime time and the most popular. The environment buzzed with anticipation, and the voices of vendors blended together as they shouted over one another. 

The smell of meat and fried foods clung to the air from the multitude of food stalls lining the stadium’s exterior. Long sticks of twirled potato perched on tables, fried to a golden brown that almost made you forget you were attending a soccer game in the first place. Alongside the food stalls and glistening kebabs were vendors selling unofficial and, dare I say, bootleg merch. If you squinted, you could catch sight of a player’s name stitched slightly crooked across the back, the number was right, but the font? All wrong! You suppressed a chuckle threatening to bubble and slip past your lips. Lingering in the same spot, your eyes darted between big signs signaling which gate was where. Like a meerkat, you awkwardly rose onto your tippy toes to get a better view and navigate your way into the gate your ticket had told you. You didn’t even know what was happening. Has the game started? Were you late? Your phone buzzed against your skin through the fabric of your clothes, a soft, urgent thrum that made you jump slightly—a message from Sae. 

“Just head to Gate C. Don’t get lost.”

You blinked back at the glowing screen. Sounds simple enough. If only the sea of illuminated signs overhead agreed! You swallowed and pushed forward, slipping between a cluster of enthusiastic fans decked out in bright jerseys. You slowed by one of the street stalls just before the gates—half out of curiosity, half because the vendor shoved a jersey ( specifically Sae’s jersey ) into your face and you'd feel guilty backing out now. Your eyes raked over the merch, it was a white shirt with a red collar and accented with black streaks.

“Two thousand yen! Limited edition!” The vendor said. It looked… fine. A little too red and off colour from the actual jersey. Sae’s name was stitched slightly crooked on the back, and the embroidery was already fuzzing at the edges. You hesitated.

The vendor shoved it closer.

You caved.

Two crumpled bills later, you had it carefully folded in your bag. You told yourself it was ironic, that you had an unofficial replica of Sae’s jersey when you could’ve very much just bought an official one or borrowed Sae’s.

After the game, the stadium lights faded behind you as you and Sae made your way home, the ring of the press and shuttering of the paparazzi chasing after Sae as he left the locker room echoed in your ears. His magenta locks were still damp from showering in the locker room, the silver moonlight sparkling on his slightly irritated face. A muscular hand snaked around your waist, securely dragging you away from the flashing lights, knowing how the press eats up anything about Sae’s love life. Once you two got home, you stood behind Sae’s broad and muscular body, watching him unlock the door to your shared penthouse suite. The lock clicked open, and the door emitted a soft creak. Stepping inside, you were greeted with the familiar ceiling-to-floor panoramic city views and high-end materials of the furniture, such as marbled countertops and stainless steel appliances. Sae flicked the lights, allowing for a slightly golden-tinted white glow to lighten the living room.

Your eyes watch Sae put down his sports bag, which reminds you of your bag and the little item you have folded neatly inside. Taking out the satin-feeling shirt, you proudly—and smugly- hold the shirt by the shoulders and wave it in front of Sae. He eyes the jersey, a mixture of curiosity and amusement glimmering in his turquoise orbs. 

“What the hell is that.” He gestures to the jersey with an expression that could only be described as a mix of deadpan and shocked.

“Don’t you recognise it?” You laugh, taunting him by shoving the jersey closer in Sae’s face, resembling a certain vendor. 

“Oh, I recognise it alright.” Sae squints at the jersey, noticing it’s not official merch and is just utterly confused why you bought it in the first place. Isn’t he wearing the original of his jersey that you could’ve asked for? Why’d you go out and buy a replica that disgustingly does the Japan U20’s team’s uniform no justice? “Why’d you buy a replica when you could’ve just asked to borrow mine?”

“Yours smells like locker room and ego. ” You retorted. “Plus, I can’t show love to my boyfriend?”

“It looks like cheap polyester.” Sae rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but feel a little flattered.

“Oh, lighten up! It’s the thought that counts, right?” You raise the shirt higher, a proud smile on your face as you admire your purchase. Sae has to look away; you think he’s doing it out of disgust, but in reality, he’s overwhelmed with emotion because the whole scene is just too wholesome for his heart to handle.

“Just… Just wear mine.” Sae huffs, taking off his jersey and tossing it to you, his hand quickly going to snatch the unofficial replica out of your reach. Since his jersey was off, you couldn’t help but stare at his bare torso. With the jersey—smelling like Sae’s cologne and fresh sweat—in your arms, you transfer it to your right hand and cross your arms.

“Happy now?” You groan.

“Yup.”

Sae leans in, his lips brushing against yours.

if furina didn’t exist then sae would’ve been the theme of my blog

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[lumiambrose]

Sae Itoshi never strays from his morning routine.

From opening the window to his morning kombucha, it’s always the same. That is, until you came around.

Golden sunlight filters through the curtains as Sae shifts awake. His body clock wakes him up relatively early, so he’s not surprised to find you still fast asleep, nestled gently in his arms.

He takes in your slumbering form—the way your chest rises and falls softly, your hair messy, and your arm resting ever so lightly holding his own. You’re perfect, he thinks to himself. His beautiful lover, lost in the land of dreams, all for his eyes to take in.

Although he doesn’t allow himself to linger any longer. The grasp you once held on his arm slowly loosens as he wriggles out of your hold, gently to not disturb you.

It pains him to see you cling aimlessly to the air instead of him, but he has a busy day ahead of him and can’t afford to waste time.

That is, until he hears a faint whimper from across the room. To his dismay, he instantly recognises the sound. Putting his clothes down and turning around only to find your slumbering figure writhing slightly, letting out small sounds of discontent.

He curses himself inwardly. Putting you in such a painful situation makes his heart clench. Is he really that heartless? Not for you. He vowed to never make you sad, awake, or asleep.

“Mierda, amor,” he murmurs, slipping off the clothes he’d just put on before quietly sliding back into his spot beside you. Pulling your restless body into a warm embrace, one that assures him that he made the right decision.

“I’m sorry, angel. Didn’t know you’d be that restless without me.” He whispers, tracing soft patterns on your arm. “I’ll stay as long as you need me here.” He places a soft kiss on the back of your head, allowing himself to fall back into slumber for the first time he can remember.

All because of you.

©lumiambrose ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[vmlnrzmp4]

papa knows best.

sae , rin , yoichi , michael

itoshi sae

do not eat icecream at midnight.

natsuki struggles but somehow manages to get the stool to climb and get the icecream from the freezer. she had gotten a warning by you, sae, doctor that she is catches cold easily. but with the icecream tub already in her hands—she finishes half of it. oh and the horror! "natsuki." she gasps, turning to see her papa standing there unimpressed. she tries to zoom away but sae catches her, picking her up as she wiggles to get out of his hold. she begs him not to tell you about it, she promises to complete her homework and never eat icecream again. and the next day, she skipped school cause she laid on the bed, sick, with you beside worrying about your baby's health. you exit her room to get a bowl of water and towel. sae was there by the door, arms crossed. natsuki looked at him and giggled sheepishly, "it was tasty tho..." "im telling your mother." "papa no!!!"

itoshi rin

do not play with expired slime.

it was a simple instruction warning rin gave to his three beloved children before he went to take a shower. and what happened when he walked out? his three menaces knelt in the living room, as if they lost a battle and are ready for the punishment. rin drags his hand down his face. the kids had those extremely saturated neon colours which literally hurted his eyes—slime being on their hair, clothes and even their eyelashes. rin reached, trying to pull the slime out of sakura's hair, but it only hurted her. rin sighs, crossing his arms. "was it worth it?" "...no papa," the kids said in unison. "the three of you are responsible for cleaning wherever you've got slime on," he declares. "...but papa...even the ceiling?" "...what."

isagi yoichi

do not play with scissors.

yuki was old enough to be trusted with sharp objects. she helped in kitchen, chopping the veggies and all. but she wasn't old enough to be trusted with hair. when you and yoichi were back home, you both dropped the grocery bags as yuki and kaito cried and cried. yuki had her bangs cut lopsided. while kaito—whos hair always would be covering his eyes(you don't know how he could see through them)—his bangs were now cut right above his eyebrows. you and yoichi tried, really holding back your laughs. yuki yells that it's not funny while kaito runs to you, needing to be comforted. yuki hiccups, asking what do they do now. "you messed up," yoichi says, "you both have to go bald now." "NOOOO—" in the end, the only thing you and yoichi managed to do was give them a bowl cut. you secretly took a picture. would definitely frame it.

michael kaiser

do not overfeed the furball.

michael always preferred dogs over cats(which is wrong because cats are obviously better). but because of this, he didn't really like, but still tolerated chonky. chonky, the fat cat named by anne. michael bought cat food for chonky and strictly told anne not to feed chonky too much. but alas, his warning was drowned cause sweet little anne said, "but papaaaa, chonky was hungy and looked sad." chonky was infact not sad. just lazy as it had vomit all over the newly brought expensive carpet. michael picked up chonky, ready to throw the cat out of the house, "papa noooooo! don't do that to my chonky!" "your chonky takes you for granted. he doesn't love you." "liar! chonky loves me, please don't kick chonky out!" "your chonky will be back when its stomach grumbles." "...can i atleast give chonky a hug." "after you clean up chonky's mess."

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[zenokei]

the overnight pouch itoshi sae’s u-20 team found was actually yours, it’s just that oliver saved sae’s ass that day.

it sends a shiver through sae’s spine how scums like them could’ve been the first to uncover that he has a girlfriend—a girlfriend he’s been protecting from flashing lights for nearly two years of his life.

when he gets home that day, you aren’t even able to greet him with a welcoming hug. his hands tensely grip on your shoulders the second the front door closes, and he starts shaking you. then, after you’ve been disoriented without further knowledge, sae shoves your make up bag with an obvious scowl, explaining everything.

explaining what he had overheard from his teammates hours prior.

you only laugh—so hard that it pisses sae off even more. you tell him you’re sorry while catching your breath, reassuring him that you don’t care if people realize he has a girlfriend—but he believes otherwise.

however, noticing you continuing to tease and laugh at his stubbornness protecting you from the media when days pass by, sae has decided he would never leave his things out of sight. no pout or ounce of pleading from you will work, as sae will make sure you never help him fix his bag ever again.

perhaps it’s a bit too petty for him. come on, it was your mistake, really! how were you to know that you’d…accidentally mistake one of your make up pouches with his skin care one?

and how were you to know that someone would even think of covering for his ass? what a shame, really.

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[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

i hate mischaracterizing characters, so for anyone who wants these, here are some facts/implied info about characters:

isagi is a loner and often skips out on parties and social events. this is because of how shy and awkward he is around other people and loud environments. (light novel, implied in the manga)

it’s impossible for nagi to hate anyone. even if someone is constantly making him work hard or taking his phone and games away, he is always calm and a pacifist. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)

rin is extremely kind and emotional under his stoic and emo exterior. he gives foreign tourists extremely detailed directions and is implied to be a good captain. (light novel, implied in the manga)

rin is also academically stupid in everything other than english. this is because he’s dead set on being a soccer player and therefore sees no point in any class other than english. (light novel)

karasu loves anything he finds special. he thinks that even rin and isagi are mediocre even though their blue lock’s number one, but he had a childhood crush on the only person he found special, a girl named marissa. (egoist bible)

sae doesn’t realize that he’s rude or has any malicious intent when he’s being an asshole. he just says what’s on his mind, no matter how mean or blunt. it’s confirmed that he does have friends, so he’s probably not always like this. (egoist bible, manga)

[ysvanielle]

ᩧ ֺ ۪ 　　　"SUCKER"

── .✦ ꒰ sae itoshi x f!reader ྀ ꒱ —

based on this req.

as sae itoshi was on the call, he took a handful of your hair in his hand, yanking your head forward, shoving his dick further into your mouth.

"about that…" he groans.

your mouth was too full, jaw aching, spit dripping down your chin. behind you, sae gripped your hair tight enough, thrusting into you roughly.

he slammed into you again, and your whole body jolted forward on sae’s cock, your vision blurred, gagging at the stretch. sae laughed under his breath.

"i am not participating in the group league."

you gasped, eyes glassy, brain melting. you tried to speak — tried to say something — but it only came out as broken noise, sending vibrations down sae’s cock.

sae yanked your head back slightly, just enough to see the tears streaking down your cheeks, your ruined mouth stretched wide around his cock.

after wrapping up the call, sae placed his phone down on the couch, staring down at you.

your whole body was trembling, thighs soaked and dripping, jaw sore and aching. still, sae grabbed your face with both hands and started to fuck your mouth with messy, sloppy thrusts. he didn’t let you rest, didn’t even give you time to think.

the adorable divider credits goes to @dollywons !

tags: @anglbunny

written by - @ysvanielle (me) | please do not copy, steal modify or repost or translate my content onto any other platforms or tumblr. reblogs, likes and follows are appreciated !

[ilyitachi]

“But I'm not shaved“

Synopsis: When you say you’re not shaved when things are starting to get spicy

Featuring: Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Yoichi Isagi, Seishiro Nagi, Meguru Bachira, Shoei Barou, Michael Kaiser, Chigiri Hyoma, Mikage Reo

Itoshi Rin ˙⋆✮

Rin pauses like he didn’t hear you right at first. He’s hovering over you, eyes half-lidded, lips still parted from kissing you senseless a second ago. You say it again and his brows furrow like it’s the dumbest thing he’s ever heard.

“So?” He says it flat, dead serious. He doesn’t even budge. If anything, he dips his head to kiss your neck again, voice low and a little rough. “You think I care about that right now?”

He’d probably get a tiny bit annoyed you’re trying to ruin the mood with something so small. He wants you as you are, always. So he ignores it, keeps going, and if you really try to push him off, he’ll just grab your wrist and mutter, “Shut up. Come here.”

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Itoshi Sae .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Sae actually laughs under his breath. Not a big laugh, just that little amused huff he does when he thinks you’re cute but ridiculous. He’ll lean back a bit, studying you with that lazy smirk like you’re funny for thinking that’d stop him.

“You think that matters to me?” He says it so simply, brushing your hair out of your face. He’d probably make some teasing comment just to fluster you more — “You’re cute when you try to hide.” Then he’d hook his hand behind your neck and pull you right back in.

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Yoichi Isagi ʚଓ

Isagi freezes for half a second. He’s more likely to get flustered about it than the others, but not in a bad way. He’ll pull back just enough to see your face, all worried for no reason.

“You’re worried about that? Right now?” He’d probably laugh, cheeks a bit red, then shake his head. “You’re perfect. Seriously. Don’t think about it, okay?” He’d kiss you again, softer this time, hands rubbing your sides like he wants you to relax. If you still seem shy, he’d just murmur against your lips, “It’s just you. You’re always good enough for me.”

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Seishiro Nagi ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Nagi blinks at you, all sleepy-eyed, hand still under your shirt. He processes it so slowly. He’d probably yawn.

“Mm? Don’t care.” And that’s it — he’s already kissing your collarbone, completely unbothered. If you squirm or try to say it again, he’d just whine a little, half awake but stubborn. “Dun care. Stop talkin’. Come here.” He’d pull you flush against him, mumbling how you feel good, soft, warm — shaving is the last thing on his mind.

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Meguru Bachira ⋆˚꩜｡

Bachira just grins like you said something adorable. He’s got that wild glint in his eyes, hair all messy from where you were tugging at it. He tilts his head, presses his forehead to yours.

“Who cares? You think I’m gonna stop ‘cause of that?” He laughs, warm and breathy, nipping at your jaw like he’s making a point. He’d probably tease you about it too, playful as always — “I’ll love you fuzzy then. S’okay, right?” And then he’s already kissing you again, fingers drumming on your skin like he can’t get enough.

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Chigiri Hyoma ೀ

Chigiri pauses, a bit surprised. He’d lean back just enough to look at you properly, hair falling around his face. He’s so pretty it’s unfair. He’d let out a tiny breathy laugh, brushing your cheek with his knuckles.

“Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about right now?” He shakes his head, smiling soft, then kisses you slow like he’s proving a point. “I don’t care about that. I care about you.” He’d say it so casually but his voice would be so warm it makes your chest squeeze.

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Mikage Reo ⋆.𐙚 ̊

Reo raises an eyebrow, that teasing smirk already forming. He’d lean closer, mouth right by your ear just to make you shiver.

“You think I’m gonna stop touching you because of that?” He’d chuckle, low and smug. “Cute. You’re cute.” He’d kiss your neck, hands trailing over your waist like he owns every inch anyway. “You’re mine. Shaved or not. Now stop stalling.”

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Shoei Barou ꩜.ᐟ

Barou clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed but not at you, just at the idea you’d think that’d stop him. He’d grip your chin gently but firmly, making you look at him dead-on.

“Don’t say dumb shit,” he’d mutter, voice all rough and serious. He doesn’t waste time — his lips are already back on yours, kissing you deep, a little possessive. He’d probably growl under his breath about how you’re perfect as you are, not that he’d admit that again after.

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Michael Kaiser ⋆˚࿔

Kaiser just laughs that cocky, pretty-boy laugh that makes you want to smack him but also melt for him. He’d run his thumb over your lower lip, eyes glinting like he’s thoroughly entertained.

“Aw, poor baby,” he’d mock, but he’s grinning, tilting your chin up. “Did you really think that’d put me off, schatz?” He’d kiss you rougher after that, just to remind you who’s in charge. “Now shut up and let me appreciate you properly.”

[yukinohiko]

something about lovesick sae. it’s unfamiliar to him. this feeling of weightlessness and crushing desire that simultaneously squeezes his heart into beats that would make his physiologist fear cardiac arrest.

you wouldn’t know it, of course. to you, your boyfriend is only standing by the doorway of the living room, looking a little too keenly in your direction. you wonder if you’ve got a blemish or a spot of cream from dessert on your face.

“sae? what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” he says. blandly. tonelessly.

so really, who could blame you for having no clue what you were doing to his poor heart?

you hum and pat the couch seat beside you invitingly. he stares, the afternoon light making his eyes glint like seaglass. and he does join you on the couch, though not beside you, rather scooping you up and placing you on his lap.

“sae—”

“don’t complain.” he says it impassively, tucking loose strands behind your ear, cupping your nape with his other hand as though to support you in the position he’s put you in. “you smell different.”

“hmm? it might be my new perfume.”

he tucks his face against your neck, and you can feel his breath. he murmurs, “perfume?”

“strawberries and vanilla,” you say, breathier in the intimacy he’s created between you. you would squirm, if it weren’t for his arm around your waist keeping you nestled close. “I have three others I’m considering.”

“this alone feels like too much.”

before you can rise to argue, his lips are already on your throat. your jaw. his heart is squeezing in his chest. it only feels right, he thinks, to make you feel a fraction of what you do to him. to crush you close, love you, show you everything he can’t say.

[rinskazuu]

→ a bet...? ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

synopsis. ꨄ︎ your bllk bf entered the relationship as a bet, however, they weren't expecting to love you as much as they do, and are ultimately heartbroken when you find out.

featuring. ꨄ︎ fem!reader x sae, kaiser, karasu, rin

includes. ꨄ︎ angst/no comfort, cursing, pet names, itoshi brothers lowkey gaslighting you to a degree, bllk guys pleading, not proofread

notes. ꨄ︎ hey guys! slaps u with angst :3 i would've included more characters but i felt like it would be slightly copy and paste if i did, so i chose the angstiest characters (imo)

♪ track. ꨄ︎ n/a

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (WIP)

end notes. ꨄ︎ lmk if u guys do want a happy ending/p2

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tags. ꨄ︎ @idexmids @introspectiveintroverthere @rainychi2

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[i2rizz]

Caught in 4K

Synopsis-You catch Sae staring at ur butt, but when you confront him, he doesn’t even bother looking away.

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Sae Itoshi was the epitome of composure—stoic, unbothered, and infuriatingly hard to read. That was the public image, at least. But you? You knew better.

You had noticed it before—subtle glances, lingering eyes, the way his gaze would lower for just a second longer than necessary whenever you walked past him. It was easy to dismiss at first. Maybe you were imagining it. Maybe he was just spacing out, lost in his own world of soccer tactics and game strategies.

But today? Today, there was no mistaking it.

You were in Sae’s apartment, dressed casually in a pair of fitted shorts and a loose sweater, moving around his kitchen as you searched for a snack. Sae sat on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through something as he leaned back with an almost lazy expression.

At least, that’s what he wanted you to think.

You could feel his stare, burning into you like a physical touch, his phone long forgotten as his eyes traced the curve of your hips, the way the fabric hugged your form just right. You weren’t even facing him, but you could feel it.

A smirk tugged at your lips. So, this is what we’re doing now, huh?

You decided to test your theory, pretending to stretch as you reached up for a cabinet, arching your back just enough to see if he’d react.

Silence.

Then—a sharp intake of breath.

Bingo.

You bit your lip, barely holding back a laugh. Turning around, you leaned against the counter, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You good there, Itoshi?”

Sae, to his credit, barely flinched. But the way he subtly looked away, the lightest tint of pink dusting his ears, told you everything you needed to know.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, voice smooth, perfectly controlled—too controlled.

You hummed, walking over to him slowly, enjoying the way his gaze flickered to your legs before snapping back up.

“Oh, really?” you mused, standing in front of him now. “Because I swear I caught someone staring.”

Sae exhaled through his nose, finally setting his phone down. “You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” You smirked, leaning down so you were eye level with him. “Then why do you look so guilty?”

His expression remained impassive, but the slight twitch of his fingers gave him away.

“You’re annoying,” he muttered, eyes flicking to your lips, then lower, again.

“And you’re a liar,” you shot back, stepping between his legs, forcing him to either back away or acknowledge what you both knew was happening.

Sae did neither.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly, eyes darkening, that familiar smirk playing at his lips.

“Fine,” he said, voice dropping slightly. “So what if I was looking?”

You blinked. You hadn’t expected him to just admit it.

Before you could respond, Sae leaned in, fingers grazing the back of your thigh, the touch featherlight but enough to send a shiver up your spine.

“You wore these shorts on purpose, didn’t you?” he murmured, eyes locking onto yours.

You swallowed, heat creeping up your neck. “Wha—no, I—”

Sae chuckled, low and knowing, his hand sliding to rest on your hip. “Liar.”

You were so not winning this anymore.

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐓 ! ❞

　at some point you just seem desperate to get his attention — so you decided to boost your confidence with your best outfit, even catching the attention by the people you’re surrounded by while walking past. ( based on the song MINISKIRT by AOA )

ft. iglesias bunny , itoshi sae , michel kaiser , itoshi sae.

content. 3.3k words , slightly suggestive , fluff , insecurity , jealousy (you’re the jealous one) , situation ship (in sae’s one) , kind of toxic (in bunny’s and michael’s one) , up to 0.5-0.6k per drabble (bunny’s and sae’s), up to 0.8-1.0k words per drabble (michael’s and rin’s) , crappy writing. cringe. credits for dividers @/dollywons !!

authors’s note. ahhhh rin’s part is so much more longer than the others TT BYE? I JUST NOTICED Y/N ISN’T EVEN WEARING A MINISKIRT IN BUNNY’S PART…

IGLESIAS BUNNY.

　MAKING you smile was never his goal or intention. He wanted to see everything else but you smiling. He doesn't want you to enjoy your life to the fullest, he doesn't want to watch you live your life so freely without him.

And knowing that you had feelings for him, he started to be a little bit of an asshole. How? By giving you less and less attention to feed his growing fanbase (as if it wasn't large enough) the attention — the attention you deserved.

Don't misunderstand his actions wrong. After all you two aren't friends, you two are dating so don't worry. He would never cheat on you. The only problem is that you two aren't official, since you two don't want to deal with the media. So of course people think you're just friends.

Honestly speaking, you'd rather get bothered by social media, rather than him acting like a single man(whore). Of course you noticed how busy he started to get lately and even had the audacity to reply some fan mails! During your stay-at-home dates.

Your eyes that look at me. It's not the same as before.

Pulling the bag closer to your hip, you walked towards your seat with your head held high — showing absolute perfection with every step taken. Perhaps you were a goddess walking down the floor as if it was built for her.

Yes, probably.

"There you are." his gaze followed you through the reflections in the window and his head slowly turned to you.

But why do you look at me like I'm a worn-out shoe?

"I apologise for making you wait." you politely nodded your head as a waiter pulled the chair back for you. "Thanks."

I'm so pretty whatever I wear.

His eyes glided down your figure, taking in the sight in front of him as you sat down. You wore an off-shoulder bodycon dress, radiating a soft glow almost with the lights of the chandelier above you.

Everything else was covered though because you wore a matching cropped blazer over your shoulder, preventing everyone else to see more than your neck and collarbone.

I'm so sexy, even if I don't show skin.

"What are you going to eat..?" you asked carefully, eyes glued to the menu.

Underneath the calm and collected mask was a helpless, panicking and lost girl. The stares you received from the restaurant was making you feel a little pressured and sweat. At some point you felt like you were getting undressed by those eyes.

Nevertheless, you could swear they were fancier than you by miles! Richer and better dressed.

"Actually, I'm not hungry." he snapped you out of your thoughts as he sent you a fake smile. "Eat whatever you want, I'll pay."

"Oh..." you trailed off, sounding a little awkward after that.

That hoe invited you to dine out, but now he's pulling this move?

"If I’m being honest… I have to admit the same, I'm not hungry." you returned the same fake smile, placing a leg over the other and accidentally hitting his leg under the table.

"Really?" he acted surprised, a chuckle leaving his lips.

That's what he wanted to see, a fake smile.

"Excuse me?" someone spoke up, making your heads turn. "You two aren't dating, right?"

"Dating..?" you blinked in surprise, eyes slowly glancing to your partner, "No, we aren't dating. Just friends."

"Ah..!" the girl's eyes lit up at that and got her phone out. "Then, can I get your number?"

"O-Oh!" you stuttered, about to close your eyes because she was as blinding as light. "Actually—"

"She is currently seeing someone though." the male stood up from his chair and walked up to your side. "Sorry to crush your hopes."

"Really? But you aren’t the one, right?" the girl took a hesitant step back.

"Nah..." he smiled, suddenly pulling you up from your seat. His arms finding itself behind your back and under your knees, carrying you bridal-style.

"Let me down!" you cried out. "This is kidnapping..!"

"Dove, we're in public." he whispered as he sighed out.

"Help..!" you looked over his shoulder, back to the gorgeous girl who was left confused. "My number is 7xx—"

"Pshhhh."

ARE YOU A COUPLE NOW OR?

ITOSHI SAE.

　SEEING your friend surrounded by fans and also fangirls, wasn't the most pleasant sights for you. Of course, you have seen worse than this but you still can't help but feel a little jealous when they get so much more attention. (He doesn’t even look at them)

But again, Sae and you are well — it's very complicated between you actually. You two are definitely more than friends but also less than lovers. Others may call it a situation ship. Yet, is it one though?

Yes, actually yeah. You can't deny it yourself.

The feeling of warmth and joy always blooms in your stomach whenever you get even the smallest amount of his attention. You also can’t deny that you have feelings for him. Nevertheless, you aren't sure if he feels the same for you though!

At the end you aren't sure or confident that something will spark between you two if you did confess. On the other hand, your pride doesn't let you confess — because well. Your parents taught you it should be the other way around. Yeah…

Risky high heels, black stockings.

"Sae, I wondered where you were. I was waiting for your message like some kind of idiot.”

You won't be able to take your eyes off me.

People were staring at you, boys and girls. You walked past all of them, each step taken with confidence as if you were walking down the red carpet. The girl in all her glory, a shine almost incomparable to others.

When I wear a miniskirt. And walk down the street, everyone looks at me.

Most importantly Itoshi Sae was staring at you. Though, his expression blank and his teal eyes blinking a few times. His face was unchanged, just his usual stoic facial expression. You may say that he was unfazed by your outfit.

But why are you the only one who doesn't know?

"[name], sorry for making you wait." he apologised briefly, sounding so dry while doing so.

"Look at you, enjoying all the attention." you whispered. Almost — almost about to huff loudly in annoyance and maybe even desperation. "Let's go."

"Sure." he didn't even look back to the group of fans, turning his back to them to walk beside you.

"Holy— Don't tell me that's his fucking girlfriend..?"

"I failed as a girl. I didn't know he had a girlfriend!?"

"Why simp for him, when we just can worship her lol?"

"Back the fuck off..."

"Get in." he opened the door to his car for you like the gentleman he is.

"Thanks..." you muttered out and sat down on the passenger seat as you cursed yourself inwardly and wanted to rip your hair out. Did you seriously thought he would care an ounce for your stupid outfit? Well now you know.

"Here." as soon as he closed the door on his side, he threw his jacket over your lap, not minding enough to even glance into your direction. "Isn't it cold?"

It's summer.

"No." it's literally so hot, you stiffly answered and were about to give him back his jacket.

"Take it." he demanded, starting the car.

"But—"

"Take it." the audacity to interrupt you.

You knitted your eyebrows in annoyance and adjusted it on your lap before opening the window to let fresh air in. But Itoshi fucking Sae had different plans again.

"H-Hey!" you let out, immediately turning your head to him.

"Don't want anyone to see me." he answered, closing the tinted car window on your side again.

Oh you were about to jump this mother—

But if you only knew how hard he was fighting the urge to just slam his head against the wheel.

NO ONE SHOULD SEE YOU BUT HIM.

KAISER MICHAEL.

　JUST like Michael Kaiser, you too are confident with yourself. Your ego may not reach his, but you two know how headstrong you can be — how stubborn you can be.

That's also the reason why you two often struggle to communicate properly, not owning the right pride to speak up after a fight. Why should you try to solve everything when he made the mistake?

And if you two want the same thing? Oh boy, you are fighting over it like siblings would. In your weird relationship, you two act like friends, fight like siblings and love like a (strange) couple.

Honestly speaking, you can't believe you two have been together for over a year. Like with each month, it comes with each problem which ends in complete silence. And you decided to not talk about it unless the other starts.

How do you still communicate without a word?

"Alexis, tell this..." you stopped yourself from cursing, "this man to get over his ego and apologise.”

"Alright..." the poor poor boy answered as he walked out of your room to enter Kaiser's.

Mind you, you two live in the same house and share the same bedroom. But whenever there is a problem, he sleeps in the guest bedroom — the guest bedroom that is two doors away.

"He didn't answer and ushered me to go away." alexis came back and tried to put on a smile.

You only ignore me, I don't know where I'll bounce off to.

"Ah... Thanks." you answered, eventually turning to your friend with a frown. Maybe a sulk?

That's the downside for Alexis Ness when he's friends with both of you. Yes, he may be more loyal to Michael but at the end, he doesn't want you two to break up because that's the happiest Michael has ever been.

You don't know it and surely, Michael doesn’t realise it. But Alexis can swear on his whole life that without you, Michael would be not him and all of his struggles return to the starting point again. (The fake ego and all).

"Is there another message you want me to bring over?" Alexis questioned curiously, watching how you painted your nails.

I make time to get my nails done,

"No..." you breathed out and tried to perfect your skills, "sit down next to me."

"Yes, ma'am." he walked towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed next to your desk.

"I can't believe he's being such an asshole." you let out frustrated and put your finger tips into ice-cold water to fasten the drying process.

"Yeah..." Alexis was about to sigh out yet he held himself back. "How about... you put an end to this and speak up first...?"

"Alexis." you warned, immediately turning your head to glare at him.

"Alright." he sealed his lips again and kept you silent company.

"Whatever…” you rolled your eyes as soon as the nail polish dried. "Today, I'm trying out a new hairstyle."

"Oh? Which one?"

"You'll see." you send him a quick smile before getting your brush.

and change my hair.

It took a while for your hair — trying to brush out all knots and style it like the perfectionist you are. It took real long actually, so long that Alexis was about to fall asleep. But you just had to perfect your hairstyle. Despite the hellish pain.

How does the saying go? Whoever wants to be beautiful, must suffer.

"Get out." you ushered the boy to leave for privacy, pushing him out of the room.

"Of course..." he muttered and closed the door behind him.

I wear new shoes and wear a miniskirt but you don't notice.

"How do I look?" the door opened again, revealing a pretty woman with a confident grin.

"Good. Too good." he blinked in awe, taking in the sight of you. "Where are you going?"

"Out to meet a friend." you answered, walking down the stairs with a bag dangling off your shoulder. "A male friend!"

Extra loud for your supposed boyfriend.

Why are you so indifferent?

But there was no answer, just silence and Alexis' comforting smile. "Have fun." he wished you as you put on high heels. "Should I accompany you there?"

"No need. I can take care of myself!" to be honest, Alexis was fearing that you'd get drown by people, who asking for your number. With those looks? Looks that didn't come from earth? He’s sure you’ll get kidnapped at this point.

Before other wolves snatch me away,

"Okay, take care of that baby." you smiled at Alexis, taking your keys and opening the door.

Pay attention boy.

Yet it quickly got slammed shut with a loud thud, leaving you and Alexis startled. You flinched slightly as Michael grasped your wrist and pulled you closer — so you would face him properly.

"Where do you think you're going with this outfit?" he was close, almost too close.

"C-Café?" you stuttered in surprise, blinking.

"With me?” he chuckled slowly, “yeah no. Cancel those plans, idiot." he rolled his eyes and roughly grabbed the back of your neck — lip's colliding hard as if two worlds met.

"Oh well..." Alexis didn't hesitate to leave the house, giving you some privacy.

THERE WAS NO NEED FOR WORDS WHEN HE ACTED.

ITOSHI RIN.

　AS much as you love Itoshi Rin, who was literally your boyfriend, there are moments where you seriously want to strangle him the life out of him and give him a part of your senses.

It's not his fault. It's just — It’s his first relationship (clearly) and you're here to guide him. Remind yourself, no one is perfect at the first try even if it's the crazy soccer prodigy of blue lock.

You aren't too sure what happened in that prison called blue lock, but it can't be that his phone got taken away during those weeks. You doubt it. You called him hundreds of times and messaged him thousands of times (with no reply though).

Did he forget you? Or was this all an excuse so he can get away from you? Maybe you were being too pushy with him, maybe you forced your feelings onto him. Maybe, maybe...

Nevertheless, you taught him to communicate with you properly if he had a problem. Because in a relationship, communication is the main key and nothing else.

I'm getting more and more tired.

You stared at your own message — which said that he should meet you at that one spot. The one spot where you decided to intertwine your fates and seal them together.

"There he goes! Oliver Aiku blocking the way for Blue lock's ten!" the reporter screamed into the mic.

Yes, you were watching the U-20 match you missed yesterday — you weren’t aware of the existence of that match until a friend told you. A friend, not Rin.

"Blue lock's ten? He has a name..!" you huffed in annoyance and leaned against the cold stone. "His name is I - to - shi Rin!"

"Will he shoot!? Will he!? It seems like his dominant foot is his right one! He cannot shoot yet!" the man speculated.

"Of course he will." you puffed out your cheeks, gripping your phone tightly.

"And!? And— HE SHOT THE BALL! WE'RE FORTY MINUTES INTO THE FIRST HALF AND WITH THIS GOAL FROM ITOSHI RIN..!" the dude screamed, excited himself as he continued, "THE BLUE LOCK ELEVEN ARE IN THE LEAD 2-1!"

The crowd cheered loudly as your boyfriend raised his fist, celebrating his goal on his own. A bright smile painted your features as you watched the screen excited. “Of course he’d scored..!" you whispered under your breath.

He looks happy. Very happy. And to be frank, you've never seen him happier, not even in your relationship. But what do you expect? It's been a few months since you got together. You can't expect too much yet.

"Pardon me, miss." you flinched as soon as someone spoke up.

"...Yes?" you held your phone close to your racing heart.

"Is this yours?" the boy questioned, raising a handkerchief from the floor.

"Oh yes..!" you nodded and closed your phone, recognising the personal handkerchief you made for Rin. "Thank you, I didn't notice that it fell out of my coat."

With gratitude you bowed slightly and took the gift back, pocketing it in your beige trench coat which covered your whole body. If your mom didn't force you to take it, you probably would've died or killed yourself. It depends.

First of all, it was super cold. And second of all, your outfit was a bit too daring. But you prettied yourself up for your boyfriend, so you couldn't help yourself! On the other hand, you expected too much. He probably didn't even read the message.

"—Just a few moments ago, I heard the U-20 match." the male continued.

"O-Oh..! Yes." you stuttered, which was clearly out of surprise. You seriously expected him to make his merry way back to wherever he came from.

"You watch soccer?" the guy asked curiously, leaning on the stone next to you — luckily, not too close.

"Mhm, but I'm not the biggest fan of soccer." you sweat dropped, about to move away from the guy.

He was really kind. It was just kind of obvious that he wanted something from you. But because you have a boyfriend, you have to reject him respectfully.

"Ah! I'm Uzui Arata by the way. Nice to meet you..?" he introduced himself, and that'd be the point where you reject him.

"Nice to meet you but—"

"I'm her boyfriend." someone interrupted you, your heads turning to the male.

"Ah, Rin!" you blinked in surprise.

"Oh my god!? Aren't you Blue lock's ten!?" the male beside you already forgot about you and jumped up with glimmering eyes.

"Yeah, and?" your boyfriend stared at the stranger.

"I'm a big fan after that match! Your name is Itoshi Rin, right!? Can I get your autograph?"

"Would that make you go away?"

"Of course, yes!"

From nowhere, the male pulled put a pen and a piece of a paper for Rin to sign. "Thank you so much..!" he thanked him enthusiastically before taking out his phone, "is it possible if I get a picture too?"

"No." Rin rejected him briefly.

Even your eyes that look at me, why is it so cold?

"He means yes." you nudged his arm as you corrected him, ignoring how his eyes coldly was digging into your soul.

I don't know.

You send him a smile despite the glare, trying to cheer him and yourself up with the smile. "I can make the picture." you offered, accepting the phone as you stepped back to take the desired photo.

But it'll change now.

"Three... Two... One. Say cheese!" you clicked the button multiple times.

"Oh my— Thank you so so so much!" the fan bowed slightly, taking back the phone and making his merry way back to home, probably showing off the signature and the picture.

I'm a confident girl,

"Hey." you started off slowly, the smile faltering slightly as you faced him. You were nervous. Nervous as hell that he wants to break up with you or anything. Your cheeks heated up.

Was it from embarrassment?

"[name]." he replied and met your gaze as his own eyes were inspecting your pretty features. "Isn't it hot?"

"No..." you trailed off and tried to ignore the sweat forming on your forehead. Oh boy, weren't you nervous?

"You sure?" he questioned, a hint of concern behind his layered cool and collected voice.

But why are you making me struggle?

"You're here." you changed the topic quickly, letting your head sink to the ground to hide your face.

"You called." and then, he got his phone out and showed you the multiple messages you left him, "and you said you'd pretty yourself up for me."

"Did I haha..?" you laughed awkwardly and faced him again to read his reply.

"Show me." he demanded.

"No..! It's too embarrassing. I didn't expect you to actually come." you refused, holding your arms close to your body.

"Please..?" he added.

Was that ass using his charms against you? The charms you taught him to use? Oh wow.

"No way..."

"Please."

"Ugh!" you heated up again and slowly removed your hands off the trench coat.

Just do it quick and easy.

As soon as it got opened, it revealed your outfit. Miniskirt, black stockings and a blouse. But that also the moment when he held onto your hands — forcing you halt during your movements.

"What's wrong?" your arms fell to the side as you watched him close your trench coat again.

"Nothing."

"Oh… Are you being shy?" you questioned, curiously staring at his face.

"Shut up, no I’m not. Just don't open the coat again." he demanded you and closed every single button. Not here, he wanted to add.

"Rin..." you blinked, your lips curling into a sly smile, "you're super shy! Don't act all nonchalant now! Give me a kiss! Or hug!"

Well this was a confidence boost.

"Back away."

"Should I really?" you let out a chuckle as his arms wrapped around you and returned the hug. “I’m her boyfriend huh?”

“Is there a problem?”

“No.” you kissed his cheek, “but whenever something like this happens, they usually say »she is my girlfriend«.”

“Ah is there difference?” he asked innocently.

“Yeah. But I’ll teach you later.”

FROM NOW ON, YOU ARE HIS MATCH CELEBRATION.

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[serafiene]

EPIC FAIL

fluff, 533 wc.

ꔠ featuring: michael kaiser, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi

=͟͞ ♡ synopsis

╰┈➤ ❝ [the chaotic energy of the training in the facility hung in the air. you behaved and watch in silence, but suddenly, a ball casually rolled to your way. so, with confidence, you kicked it back, only for it to roll in a short distance despite using all your strength. how would they react?] ❞

based on this req.

MICHAEL KAISER

for once, kaiser was lost for words. he was supposed to be harsh—spouting insults about how stupid that move was—yet his heart was pounding like crazy.

why? because he finds your disappointed expression cute; how you were so concentrated on kicking the ball back precisely but ended up pouting in disappointment. hell. someone stop him before he snatches you right there and gives you a toe-curling smooch.

but we're talking about kaiser here, of course he wouldn't make it too obvious. so, with a mastered facade, he taunted you about it.

“have you eaten anything?” “even a kid can kick further than you, schatz.” and so on. prepare for it because he'd shower you with mockery.

he'd playfully scoff at you, and when you bite back? god, he loves it.

despite being a dick, just so you know, michael is fond of you deep inside.

ITOSHI SAE

he unenthusiastically blinked once; twice, as if judging your whole well-being.

then, “lukewarm.” he'd murmur flatly, with arms akimbo.

understandable since sae is sae. he's cold and blunt; but if only you knew how much he tries not to be when it comes to you—though he doesn't directly show it—he's the type of man who talks only when necessary or when he feels like it anyway.

but sae saw it; how your lips puckered slightly in disappointment when the ball only trailed a few meters despite using all of your strength—he think it's adorable.

“you did it wrong.” he’d say, not as a scolding or mocking. it might sound rude, but it's his best attempt to lighten your mood, following an inaudible, “atleast you looked adorable doing it.” (you didn’t hear it)

ITOSHI RIN

the moment rin noticed your epic failed attempt to kick the ball back, he scoffed, concealing his amusement.

literally followed the faint trace of the ball’s movement mid drink from his water bottle —unenthusiastically. talk about awkward.

externally? he stared at you with a “what the fuck was that?” look, like you'd done the stupidest thing on earth. but internally? dear god, he's having heart eyes—you’re killing him softly.

who wouldn't? oh my god, you looked too adorable in his eyes. the way you pouted with furrowed brows—clearly irritated—had him feeling woozy.

“cute.” he unexpectedly murmured out of the blue.

he'd leave some blunt and cold remarks like, “how tepid.”, “sucks being you.” and other similar things—contrary to what he actually felt like saying, “do that again. it was cute.”

ISAGI YOICHI

he smiled, sweat faced—unsure of what to react; he doesn't want to hurt your feelings, you know.

but when he caught a glimpse of how your forehead scrunched in utter bewilderment? oh, isagi was internally clawing his skin out because why did he find it cute?

clears his throat and consoled you by his encouraging smile. he's a sunshine (sometimes. iykyk)

“that’s a pretty good start for a first timer,” he'd remark; you glared at him. “i—i meant it in a good way,” he defended, holding his hands up like he was surrending. poor isagi just wanted to cheer you up.

eventually, he'd be happy to teach you if you want him to. he wouldn't mind watching the amusing sight earlier again and again anyway.

a/n: i swear. i suck at writing hcs (TT). i hope this wasn't too bad. lmk what u think about this O⁠_⁠o

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[celabi]

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 / 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

5k words pwsp, face riding/sitting, pussy eating, subby/bottom sae. errr basically he’s down bad for ur kitty and is obsessed w/you.

sae itoshi isn't the type to do grand gestures. he doesn't believe in clichés or over the top romance. but today, he walks with you in silence, hands in his pockets, that same bored expression on his face, though his steps are slower, like he's trying to match your lazy pace.

you don't question it when he pulls open the door to a sleek, minimalistic jewelry store. the kind with glass cases, soft lighting, and prices no one talks about out loud.

"what are we doing here?" you ask, glancing around.

"looking." he says, short and vague, like always. but you can see the way his eyes dart across the displays, landing on one case in particular.

he doesn't ask for help. just walks straight over and stares down at a ring. simple. gold. nothing flashy. just elegant enough to catch the light. and when you peer over his shoulder from behind, curiosity bubbled in your chest. "for your mom or something?"

he doesn't answer. instead, he nods curtly towards the attendant, and just says, "that one."

the woman behind the counter lifts it carefully and asks if he would like to have it gift wrapped, but all he does is casts you a quick side glance, his expression unreadable.

"no," he says. "she'll be wearing it out."

your head snaps up as you blink. "what?"

sae finally turns to look at you, and that's when you see that flicker of something behind those icey blue eyes of his. something unspoken. he takes the ring before gently reaching out for your hand. his touch is soft as he lightly traces your knuckles.

"just wear it," he mutters, sliding it onto your ring finger. "you don't have to say anything."

it fits perfectly, and you really don't know what to say as you trail behind him when he approaches the register, the soft click of his shoes echoing through the otherwise quiet boutique. he pulls out his black card like it's nothing, like it doesn't scream power and wealth and a life far removed from the normal lifestyle.

the cashier takes it with two inviting hands, overly polite, overly cautious. she also flutters her long eyelashes and bites her plump lip, but you don't care enough to comment on her overly flirtatious attitude, and neither does he. you say nothing, instead just standing there, staring at the expensive ring now on your finger.

he doesn't look at you while he signs the receipt, he just accepts the small bag she hands him with the box inside, the one the ring would've come in, then tosses it to you without looking.

"keep it." he says, and you catch it clumsily, the bag crinkling in your hand.

outside, he doesn't wait. just walks ahead with that slow, bored saunter of his, like he didn't just do something incredibly intimate in the most casual way possible.

"you always this quiet after buying a girl a ¥300,000 ring?" you ask, jogging to catch up.

he glances at you out of the corner of his eye. "don't need to buy anyone anything."

"so why me?"

he shrugs. "because you're mine."

you go quiet, hating how your heart beats faster in your chest. stupid sae...

"you gonna run now?" he asks, voice low.

you look down at the ring. turn it once, then twice, examining the shine of the jewel.

"...no." you reply after a small pause.

he doesn't smile out right, but you catch the twitch of his lip. just the barest hint, and for someone like sae, that's practically a confession in itself.

the walk back to his car is quiet, but it's not all that uncomfortable. his fingers brush yours a few times, like he's debating whether or not to hold your hand. he doesn't though. typical sae. always wanting, never asking.

you sit in the passenger seat of his sleek, black mercedes benz, the city lights sliding over his delicate face like soft curtains as he navigates through the streets. you catch him glancing at you a few times as he drives, nothing too obvious, just that subtle, sidelong look he thinks you won't notice.

you finally decide to speak up after some awkward silence when he pulls into the parking lot of his apartment, "you didn't even ask if i liked it."

he drums his fingers on the steering wheel, eyes on the gate as it's slowly being opened by the security. "didn't need to."

"what if i didn't?"

"you did... you do."

you scoff under your breath, but you don't take the ring off. you haven't stopped turning it on your finger since he put it there. when he pulls into the parking garage under his building, neither of you move for a second. the car engine ticks as it cools down, the quietness becomes heavy between you.

"so," you say, voice light. "what now? am i supposed to move in or something? cook you dinner, massage your shoulders?"

he looks at you, almost like he's trying to see something beneath your skin.

"...preferably, but you can do whatever you want," he says, leaning back in his seat. "except taking the ring off."

"is that a rule?"

"it's a warning."

you raise a brow. "so you're threatening me now?"

"no." his voice drops a little. "just... don't want to lose you."

the walk through the garage is quick, and the elevator ride feels like a blur, the soft hum of the machinery barely audible between the tension thickening the air. sae stands just a bit too close, his shoulder grazing yours as he presses the button for the floor. he doesn't need to say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you. it's like he's measuring you, trying to see if you'll pull away or stay in his space.

when the elevator dings, the doors open to reveal his apartment, and it's exactly what you expect, luxurious, pristine, almost unnervingly perfect. the marble floors gleam under the soft lighting, casting a glow that makes the place look like something out of a movie. everything is so clean, so meticulously placed.

even the air smells expensive, it's almost intoxicating, a sharp contrast to your own home scent which is filled with laundry detergent and fresh food, but it's not entirely unwelcoming. it just feels like the kind of space where you're meant to be admired.

he holds the door open for you, just a small gesture, but there's an undeniable possessiveness in it. like he's claiming the space and now he's claiming you too. you step inside, taking in the layout with a curious gaze.

everything is in its place. the living room is sleek, with low leather sofas and a wall of glass that overlooks the city below. a few paintings hang in carefully chosen spots, but none of them draw your attention as much as the emptiness of the room. he's a minimalist. or maybe just hasn't had the time to go furniture shopping after returning from spain.

sae closes and locks the door behind him, stepping into the apartment like it's nothing new, but you can see the way his body tenses. it's almost like he's waiting for your approval, waiting to see what you think of his space.

"make yourself at home." he says, it sounding more like a command than an offer.

you nod, taking a seat on the couch, not exactly sure what to do with yourself in this perfectly curated world of his. you trace the edge of the coffee table, running your fingers over the smooth surface. everything about this place screams power and control, but you don't feel like you belong here. not yet, anyway.

sae, however, doesn't sit down. he stands a few feet away, hands in his pockets, eyes locked on you.

"you like it?" he asks, voice soft but serious, like he needs the validation from you.

"it's nice," you say casually, glancing around. "a little... sterile."

he chuckles under his breath, walking over to the bar and grabbing himself a drink. sae was more accustomed to pouring himself a glass of whiskey than to catering to the needs of guests. "i... don't like clutter."

you watch him move and the easy confidence with which he handles himself. but there's a tension in the way he stands. like there's something he's trying to keep under control, something he's not showing you just yet.

"you don't like a lot of things." you sigh, trying to break the ice, even if it's just a little.

he looks at you over his shoulder, a faint smile curling on his lips. "you'd be surprised."

for a moment, you almost want to ask what exactly he's trying to hide, what's underneath all the wealth, the luxury, the polished exterior. but instead, you just lean back against the couch and let the silence settle between you. something tells you that he'll show you eventually.

he moves over and sits beside on you couch like he doesn't know what to do with himself, elbows on his knees, leaning slightly forward, eyes flickering toward you every few seconds before darting away again. for once, itoshi sae doesn't look like the calculated prodigy everyone sees on the field. he looks... awkward, and... lame.

his fingers brush against your side, ghosting over the hem of your shirt. not enough to grab, just enough for you to feel the contact. and he keeps doing it, like he's testing the waters, seeing how far he can go before you pull away. he's not cocky now. not smug. he's quiet. careful. and when his knuckles bump against your hip, he finally wraps his fingers around the fabric, not tightly, but like he needs something to hold onto.

you glance at him, and his eyes meet yours for a split second before he looks away again, jaw tense. he's trying so hard to keep his cool, but his foot is bouncing ever so slightly against the floor, and his grip on your shirt tightens the longer the silence stretches.

"you're weird tonight." you murmur.

he exhales a soft laugh, barely a breath. "you're in my house."

"so?"

"you've never been here before." his voice is low, almost like it's something he's been thinking about all night. "it feels different."

you raise an eyebrow. "different how?"

he shrugs, still playing with the hem of your shirt. "don't know. just... like you belong here."

you blink, thrown off by the way he said it. so quietly. so honestly, and now he's looking at you again. eyes sharp but unsure, like he wants to say something else but doesn't know how.

you shift a little closer, and he doesn't move away. his hand slides up your waist, like he's waiting for you to stop him. but you don't, so he keeps going, hand resting just at the curve of your side. he's watching your face for a reaction, lips parted like he's about to say something, then decides against it.

"you can do more than just play with my shirt, y'know." you whisper.

his ears go a little red. and then finally, his expression shifts. that familiar spark returns, just a flicker of confidence in his eyes. his hand tightens, and he pulls you a little closer, his voice low and rough.

"don't say that unless you mean it."

he leans in slightly, his breath brushing against your cheek, and for a moment, you think he might pull away again. but he doesn't. his hand slides up your side, fingertips grazing the edge of your shirt before he hesitates, just for a second. the uncertainty is still there, but there's a heat building between you two, like everything he's been holding back is finally getting too much to contain.

you're so close and the tension is almost unbearable. his lips part as if he's about to speak, but the words die in his throat when you move closer, just enough to close the gap. sae's gaze darkens, pupils widening as his breath hitches, the moment stretching like it's going to break any second.

then, before either of you can think twice, he's kissing you. it's rough at first, his hand moving quickly to your neck, pulling you into him like he's afraid you'll slip away if he lets go. his lips are warm and hungry, and it's all a little messy, but it's real. there's a desperation to it, a need you haven't seen much of from him before.

you respond, your own hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your fingertips. sae's body presses into yours, as if there's no space between you left to breathe. he deepens the kiss, his fingers griping the back of your neck, tugging you closer as though he can't get enough of you. you feel him shiver against you, like he's struggling to keep his composure, like he wants to be in control, but you're slowly taking that power from him, and he's completely fine with it.

his kiss becomes softer for a moment, more tender, as if he's realizing that this is actually happening. that he's not just imagining it. he pulls away just enough to look at you, his chest rising and falling with every breath, eyes dark with desire but also... something else. something deeper.

"fuck," he mutters, almost to himself. "you drive me fucking insane."

you hum softly, fingers brushing against the side of his sharp jaw. "mm? kind of embarrassing, honestly..."

he chuckles, that small, familiar arrogance returning to his face, but there's still a hint of vulnerability. "can't help it when it's you."

you're both breathless now, but for the first time in a long time, you don't need to say anything. the silence between you speaks volumes. and in that moment, you realize that whatever this is, whatever he is, it's not just about playing soccer together anymore.

sae breathed softly as he felt your body nestle against his own, your frame fitting perfectly into the hard planes of his lap. he could feel the soft swell of your breasts pressed against his firm chest, and the warmth of your breath mingling with his own as you gazed down at him through your pretty lashes

"god... you're so fucking beautiful..." he murmured, his voice a low whisper. sae couldn't take his eyes off you, his teal gaze drinking in every detail of your face, the arch of your eyebrows, those glossy lips that parted slightly as if inviting him to kiss.

he knew he should slow down, should give you time to adjust to his devotion, but the feel of your body so close to his own was intoxicating, and he found himself powerless to resist the pull he had towards you.

slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, he leaned in closer, his breath mixing with yours as he hovered just an inch away from your lips. "tell me to stop," he whispered, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. "tell me you don't want this, and I will." he searched your eyes, his own gaze intense and demanding. "but if you don't..."

"...if i don't?"

he felt a thrill run through him at your breathless whisper, the way your lips parted slightly as if in anticipation of what he has to offer.

"if you don't..." he murmurs, his voice a low and seductive rumble. "then i'm going to bend you over this couch and—" he sucks in a breath.

instead of finishing, his hand slides from your hip to the small of your back, pressing you closer against him. you could feel the hard, muscular tone of his body, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt. his other hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a soft caress.

"just... tell me you want it too," sae breathes, his eyes searching yours. "tell me you crave me much as I crave you." he was so close now, his lips a mere whisper away from your own. "let me worship you as you deserve to be worshipped."

with that, he closed the remaining distance between you, his mouth capturing yours in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of pent up longing and desire, of a hunger that could only be tamed by the taste of your lips. his kiss was demanding and insistent, his tongue delving into the warm cavern of your mouth to claim you fully as his own.

"ah.. s-sae..."

he groaned softly against your mouth as he heard you breathe out his name, the sound sending a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to his pants. his hand slid from your spine to hold the back of your head and deepen the kiss. he licked into your mouth, his tongue stroking along yours that left you both breathless and aching.

his other hand slid down to the hem of your top, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric to caress the bare skin of your lower back. he could feel the heat of your body radiating against his own, and it made his fucking head spin.

he pulled back slightly, his chest heaving as he gazed up at you with eyes dark and heavy lidded. "get up. now," he growled, his voice rough with need. without waiting for a response, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the hallway that led to what you assume to be his bedroom.

the room was dark, the only light coming from the glowing madrid night skyline visible through the floor to ceiling windows. sae kicked the door shut behind him before carrying you to the large, king sized bed that dominated the entire space. too big for one person.

he set you down gently on the soft mattress, his body covering yours as he settled between your parted thighs. sae hovered over you, his eyes blazing with intensity as he gazed down at your face.

"[name]..." he breathed, his voice a low murmur. his hand slid up your side, his fingers skimming over the curves of your breast before cupping the soft mounds in his large, calloused palm. he could feel your nipple hardening beneath the thin fabric of your top, and it made his crotch tighten in his jeans.

"tell me what you want," he urged softly, his thumb brushing over the peak of your breast. "tell me how to please you, and I will."

"..." you swallow, idly tracing his knuckles with your fingers. "anything you want, sae."

a small, shuddering breath fell from his parted lips at at your quiet murmur, a glint of pure satisfaction in his eyes. "fuck yes..." he pretty much sobbed, and without warning, lunged forward and captured your lips in another kiss. his mouth moved demandingly over yours, his tongue delving deep past your teeth.

his hands slid down to the hem of your top, yanking it up and over your head in one impatient motion. he tossed it carelessly to the floor, his gaze drinking in the sight of your newly exposed skin with a hunger that made your heart pound.

"fuck... you're so perfect." he breathed, his large hands cupping the soft swells of your breasts. he tested their weight, squeezing gently as he leaned down to press open mouthed kisses along the smooth flesh. his tongue flicked out to circle your stiffening nipple, teasing the sensitive peak until it strained towards his touch.

his mouth closed around your nipple, suckling greedily as his hand slid down the plane of your stomach. his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your pants, teasing along the edge of your panties.

he could feel the heat radiating from you, could sense the dampness that had begun to gather at the juncture of your thighs. it made his cock throb in his boxers, his own arousal growing more unbearable by the second.

"fuck, sweetheart, i—" he groaned against your breast, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. "i wanna taste you... please..."

his fingers pushed your panties aside, his thumb finding your clit and circling the sensitive nub, and at the same time, he nipped and sucked at your nipple. so hard it almost made you want to tell him that you couldn't produce milk. lmao

sae's fingers slid lower, brushing against your slit before, without any warning, shoved one deep inside your tight heat, and groaned at the feel of you. so hot and ready for him as he began to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt relentlessly.

your thighs clench around his hand, dropping your head back a small mewl falls from your lips. it... hurts. sae isn't go slow in the slightest, with his knuckles grinding against your clit with each fast thrust of his fingers. thankfully, he's not wearing those rings that he likes to send you photos of on his veiny hands.

"...want to sit on my face?"

your eyes flutter open after having them screwn shut as his fingers stretch open your insides. "h-huh?"

he let out a choked shudder, those gorgeous eyes of his almost glossy. "ride my face. please... i want it so bad— need it."

"..." you swallow, gripping the sheets under your shaking hands. "...yeah? i can?"

his head snapped up at your hesitant question, eyes glistening. "yes," he coos, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. "god, yes, you can."

he urged you up his body, his hands gripping your hips as he lies back against the pillows and guided you to straddle his face, the feel of your crotch hovering so close to his mouth making his head spin, making his dizzy.

"you're going to sit on my face," he shuddered, his breath hot against your folds. "and... and you're gonna ride my tongue until you're all i taste for the next week... please."

sae's hand slid to your thigh, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he spread your legs wider apart, baring you completely to his eyes. he could see the glistening evidence of your arousal, and the way your juices had begun to coat the skin on your inner thighs. "goddd... so fucking wet," he breathed, his voice just a low whisper. "so ready for me, aren't you, baby?"

his fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, a low groan of frustration escaping his lips as he struggled to free himself from the confining denim. his erection was borderline painful, and his aching cock was straining against the zipper and demanding to be released. to be touched. "oh... fuck sake—"

after a small, one sided tussle that he almost lost, he finally manages to yank the button open, freeing his straining hard on from his too tight pants. he shimmies his hips, and with the help of the mattress, is able shove his jeans the rest of the way down his thighs. instantly, his hand is cupping the thick bulge of his cock, squeezing his length through the thin and damp fabric of his calvin klein boxers.

"sit down." he pants, gazing up at you over your pelvis through his glittering lashes, "sit like a chair... don't— don't ask if i can breathe. just sit down."

his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, urging you down, down, until the first swipe of his tongue parted your glistening folds and he groaned long and low against your core.

"fuck, mm— you taste—" he sobs, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your sensitive insides. "i could eat this pretty cunt for, mmfph— h-hours..."

he sealed his mouth over your clit and suckled hard, his tongue flicking rapidly over the bundle of nerves. at the same time, he thrust his tongue deep inside your walls, fucking you with the slick appendage as he drank down your juices like a man who had been denied water for months.

sae's free, trembling hand slid around to grip the globe of your ass, urging you to grind harder against his mouth. he could feel your thighs trembling against his face, could hear the breathless little moans and cries that spilled from your lips as his tongue fucked you relentlessly.

he couldn't hold back the guttural moan that tore from his throat when he slipped past the waistline of his underwear and finally freed his aching cock from the pocket of his boxers. the thick and twitching shaft sprang out, slapping against his abdomen and leaving a small smear of pre cum on his skin.

sae groaned around your clit as he felt your body start to tremble above him, your muscles tensing and fluttering. he could sense the way your hips began to undulate, grinding your dripping core against his mouth and nose as if seeking more of his touch.

"mhm— that's it, baby," he squeezes his eyes closed tight, tears pooling on his lash line. "so fffucking good f'me..."

his fingers dug into the cheek of your ass, kneading the muscle as he pulled you harder against his face like he wanted to consume you, to devour you whole, to make you his in every way that was humanly possible.

at the same time, he could feel his own release building, his cock throbbing hard and hot in his grip as he stroked himself in time with the frenzied movements of his tongue. so close, so fucking close, and he knew you were too.

the way your walls began to flutter around his invading muscle, the way he could taste the first gush of your arousal as it flooded his mouth. he whimpered pathetically, his hips bucking up into nothing as his hand erratically pumped up and down his red and angry cock.

"gmmm... gonna cum—" despite his words being muffled by your sex, you hear the pure and animalistic tone in his words. you reach down between your quivering thighs and tangle your fingers in his sweaty hair, tugging on the burgundy strands slightly.

he sobs, eyes fluttering open to gaze up at you hazily through his begging eyes. "p-please, fill up my mouth—" he pleads, nails digging into your skin hard enough to indent some moon shaped crescents into your flesh.

you grip the headboard and stare down at him over the slope of your breasts, biting the inside of your cheek as he begs pathetically for you to orgasm. this... this is japan's prodigy? this boy, humping the air and fucking his hand as he goes to town on the city between your legs? this boy?

"s-sae..." you murmur, slightly embarrassed by the small tremor in your tone. you swallow, lifting your hips off his face slightly. and he looks like he's about to cry as his mouth is forcefully unlatched from your pussy, but he doesn't get the chance to when you wordlessly drop back down and grind your folds against his mouth and nose.

that's all it takes.

a raw and somewhat pitiful sound raptures from his scratchy throat, and with a few more pumps from his hand, sae is cumming. hard.

"fuck— oh fuckkkk—!"

his entire body was coiled tight, every muscle drawing up as he teetered on the rope of ecstasy, he cried out, his hips bucking wildly as his orgasm overtook him. thick ropes of cum erupted from the swollen head of his cock, splattering his chest and abdomen as he rutted his hips against his own hand. some of it even manages to squirt against your back.

tears finally begin to leak from his eyes, gliding down his pale, flawless cheeks and staining the silk pillow underneath his head. his chest heaves under you, his mouth still latched onto your clit.

you stare down at him, eyes slightly narrowing at the sight of his limp and pliant body. "um, e-excuse me...?"

he hums at your quiet words, eyes flickering up, now only lazily flicking his tongue against your salvia coated folds. his hand is still gripping your ass, but much less harshly than before. his fingers are lightly caressing the marks he had given you. "mm, baby? so good, thank you..."

you shake your head, tugging his hair and emitting a small groan from his lips. "w-what...? what'd i do..?" he whispers, only barely audible from under you.

"...it's not what you did..." you scoff. "it's what you didn't do."

there's visible confusion in his hazy eyes, and he lightly taps your hip in a silent question.

"...you haven't made me cum yet."

he blinks. a deeper red hue spreading over his already flushed face. "f— oh..." he gulps, eyes flickering down to your cunt resting on his chin, then back up to your expecting look.

he nods. "y-you're right... m' sorry." he murmurs, releasing his cock, which thuds against his abdomen, still red and leaking, so he can place both hands on your ass. he squeezes the flesh in his palms, kneading it under his calloused fingers.

"sorry, baby..." he repeats, tilting his chin up and pressing his nose back against your dripping core.

"let me... let me fix that."

[yoonlyhan]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ in which itoshi sae teaches you how to kiss properly

“why are you so shy suddenly? thought you wanted to kiss?” he hums.

sae tilted his head closer to you, almost as if he was teasing you. and he probably is when he leaned more. you don't know what has gotten to sae but he's strangely too affectionate.

teal eyes slowly started to get drown in your hazy eyes. you're blushing crazy and you didn't know what to do with this unseen version of sae. you almost thought you shuddered but the loud beat of your heart shapes an illusion that sae was staring at you like he was eating you alive.

and boy he really is gonna.

sae leans further, urging you to bark back like you were doing earlier. but you didn't knew that sae would be the kind to bite and bark in this kind of situation.

you almost regret what you said.

“y/n,”

“w-wait! i don't know how to... kiss right now. let's do this sometime—”

he hums. “bite back, won't you?”

sae's fingers are now on your cheeks as he holds your face. might as well being forced to hold your eyes on him since your vision only captures his captivating look.

“i'll tell you a secret then. if you lick the inside of your lower lips, it will feel as if we're kissing.”

you blinked. then you did what sae said. “wiwy? (really?)”

sae leaned down to kiss you.

correct that. to french kiss you.

you breathe in sharply. your hands jolted on top of sae's shoulder to get a hold of this sudden action of his... but you eventually find yourself melting under him.

you utter a curse to sae but it was quickly drown when you felt him tracing your nape, slowly and teasingly.

oh christ, sae is one sly man.

kissing technique idea was inspired from the bl: backlight!

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