thirdday-out-here

[thirdday-out-here]

post-nap discussion section

itoshi sae x f!reader

contains: situationship (?), toxic-ish sae (idk if i’d consider sae toxic in this but to each their own ig)

note: despite them being touchy with each other, they’ve never kissed or done anything. i'll probs make a part 2 which can be read as a stand-alone fic but idkk yet LOL

wc: 1.6k

sae’s apartment is a place you’re likely to be found. specifically on the couch that you dangle your limbs and sprawl across like it belongs to you. his bed is also a spot you frequent—the queen-sized bed being the place for your weekly afternoon nap with the midfielder who forces you (he doesn’t) to join him. 

sae abruptly stands up from his spot next to you on the couch before he turns to you, his eyes tired and half-open as he stares you down. “ ’m tired. you’re coming to bed with me, hm?”

you playfully narrow your eyes at his words. “you know, a ‘please’ wouldn’t hurt for once.” he rolls his eyes at your comment.

“please. bed. now.” the man repeats as he lightly grasps your arms to assist you in standing up, a tinge of desperation in his tired face that disappears as quick as it came before he returns to his usual expression of choice: no expression at all.

his touch sparks a swarm of goosebumps on your arms as you get up much to your contempt (joy), to face him. you click your tongue and proceed to throw your arms around his neck.

“carry me."

sae squints at your words, a hint of a playful glint in his eyes. he hums, sliding his arms under your thighs and picks you up with ease.

“brat.” he mumbles, causing you to chuckle. 

with you in his arms, he walks the short distance to his room and lightly throws you onto the bed, not giving you a second to scold him before he climbs after you. he moves to hover over you then leans in closer than what is deemed normal in a platonic relationship. he looks down at you once again with that same expressionless look, his hair lightly brushing against your face before he speaks again.

“we’re taking a nap and you’re going to be my pillow again. you’re comfortable.” you look up at him blankly, feeling your face warm up.

“can’t wait,” you respond sarcastically as your heart continues to beat faster at the closeness.

sae leans further to press his body against yours and buries his head in your neck. “i‘m exhausted from practice. the drills are fucking ridiculous,” he mumbles into your neck, shifting his legs to intertwine them with your own. you hum in response, starting to feel tired yourself despite your rising heart rate.

a deep breath in.

another one out.

sae continues to do this for what feels like hours to you, his exhales brushing against your increasing pulse and his lips grazing your neck that he somehow manages to nuzzle further into. soon enough, his breaths start to even out as he starts to fall asleep. his light breathing and warmth slowly lulling you to sleep. 

his naps never exceeded an hour, so when that time passes, he stirs awake as he slowly opens his eyes, still half asleep when he lifts up a bit to look at your sleeping form. tired teal eyes take a few moments to stare at your face, tracing over your features before he speaks. 

“wake up.” his tired voice says your name while trying to slightly shake you awake. he hears you groan in response and his eyes smile at the sight of half your face smushed in his pillow. he repeats himself, his voice still hoarse, and he lightly shakes you again. 

“literally go away.”

“no. wake up.” he says once again, shaking you slightly rougher than the previous time. you swat his hand away and groan as you start to sit up.

“ugh, fine. im awake.” you rub at your eyes as you continue to groan. his body is still halfway on top of you when he studies your face for another moment before speaking up again in a hoarse voice.

“sleep well?”

still a bit disoriented, you take a moment to process any words that come your way. you turn to look at him with furrowed eyebrows and eyes half lidded. sae meets your eyes and huffs at your ridiculous expression with an amused look on his face at how out of it you looked. he shifts further on top of you, his body once again pressing against yours.

“you look stupid”. his voice raspy and low from sleeping.

at that, you press your hands against his chest to flip your positions. he sports another amused expression as he just lets you straddle him lethargically, cracking a sleepy smile when you plop your head on his chest. despite his amusement, he was a bit surprised at the action, taking a long pause before deciding to bring his hands up to your hair, toying with it softly.

“thirty more minutes sae.” you mumble into his chest. his hand makes its way to your nape and he begins tracing shapes on your skin.

“okay.” he huffs. you both remain in a comfortable silence, his fingers continuing to play with your hair as he lets his mind wander. after a few minutes, and with you still not quite asleep yet, the silence in the room is broken with sae mumbling your name.

“hm?” you call back.

a part of him wishes you had fallen asleep. he stays silent for a bit longer, seemingly thinking about whether to ask the question swirling in his mind. “can i ask you something?”

“mhmm” you call back once again.

with a slight hesitance in his tone, he asks “we’re friends… right?”

his words make you pause. the tinge of meekness in his voice and the question itself seemingly uncharacteristic of sae to you. the same question that has been swirling in your mind as well.

“hm? the itoshi sae wants to be friends with me? someone throw a party. expeditiously.” you say with a slight chuckle, your words dragging as you respond with your eyes still shut. the guy in question rolls his eyes at your comment, with a slight smile on his face

“shut up. that’s not what i meant.” he says, ending with a light tug on the strand of your hair he was twirling.

“fuck. ow,” you smack his chest and pause before responding “well i wouldn’t be on top of you if we weren’t.”

“what does that have to do with anything?” he asked not hiding the bluntness in his voice, looking down at your body on top of his. his hands move to rest on your hips, firm in his hold as usual. he slightly curls his lip as you shrug in response to his question. “mm. never mind, forget it.” he mumbles as his hands absentmindedly move back and forth on your hips and the side of your thighs, his touch soft and soothing. 

puzzled at his behavior, you lift up from his chest to stare down at his face as your eyebrows slightly furrow. sae lifts his gaze from your hips, now able to look up at your face properly. his face still toting an emotionless look, a look not giving away any indication of what he was currently thinking.

you feel your face start to warm up again at his relentless stare and the close distance of your faces, resulting in you choosing to cast your gaze on the pillow behind his head instead.

while trying to focus on calming your ever growing heart rate, you don’t notice sae’s hand raising to cup your chin, keeping your face from turning any further so you couldn’t look anywhere else. you take a breath and meet his eyes again.

“we’re friends, sae.” you reply back to him softly, but sternly. of course you were friends.

he hums in response, his thumb gently rubbing your jaw as you spoke. in the silent moments that follow after, sae seemingly thinks to himself, his eyes scanning your face calmly.

“yeah.” he finally replies, "we’re friends." echoing your words back to you. a few more seconds in silence pass before he continues, “so i take it you do this with all your friends then?”

your mouth opens and closes at his words. the air in the room grows thicker as your ear picks up the slight annoyance in his tone despite his still face.

“i- what? no.” you feel your face is going to implode as you stumble over your words “i mean.. do you?” you squint at him and purse your lips, your face so expressive to make up for his lack of.

the corner of sae’s lips lift at your shitty attempt at trying to maintain a strict face. his eyes drag over your face for the millionth time in the past hour and a half before he drops his hand from your jaw to rest in your lap, his fingers toying with the hem of your (his) hoodie.

“hell no.” he replies bluntly as his fingers smoothly slide under the hem of your hoodie, lightly tracing your bare skin with soft, feather-like touches. 

you hiss at the cold sensation of the tips and pads of his fingers brushing against your skin, raising goosebumps that totally weren’t there before. “okay.” 

sae smirks slightly at your reaction and distracted response, proceeding to continue the light touches on your stomach.

“are you cold?” he asks in a slight mocking tone, causing you to curl your lip in response and snap your gaze back to his intense eyes.

“shut up.” you snap back quickly.

a small chuckle falls from his lips at your reaction as he slides his hands up further to poke your ribs before grazing them with his fingers again with a teasing touch. his hands started to become more daring, all while keeping his eyes trained on your face, gauging your reaction.

he tilts his head, looking at you doubtfully before he speaks.

“you gonna make me?” 

...

well yes