#I LIKE BUNNY OUTFITS AND COW BIKINIS AND MAID OUTFITS A NORMAL AMOUNT I PROMISEEEEEEEE

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PLAYBOY!

sae’s notoriously prideful, always presenting himself as the cold rising genius who’s nothing short of a god-given gift to the world of soccer. though, you’re quickly thrown for a loop when he shows up at your door—with his soccer uniform swapped for a playboy bunny outfit.

gender neutral reader

Ping!

the hotter itoshi: I’m outside your door. Let me in.

Breaking your perfectly well-earned afternoon reverie was nothing more than what you believed to be a seemingly innocent text from your boyfriend Sae. No matter what you did to try and break him out of his my-way-or-the-highway lifestyle, he was firmly dedicated to do whatever he pleased without another care in the world.

Which, unfortunately, for you, meant that he would simply show up at your doorstep whenever he just felt like it.

The last thing you expected, however, was for Sae to be standing outside your front door wearing nothing but a revealing playboy bunny suit.

Sae cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. “What the fuck are you staring for? Are you going to let me in, or what?”

You looked Sae up and then down, and then up and down once more for good measure. Were you dreaming? There was no way this was real. You pinched yourself on the underside of your arm as you gawked shamelessly at your scantily dressed boyfriend, who was growing more and more annoyed at you with each passing second.

“Forget it—move. It’s fucking cold out there,” Sae grunted. Squeezing past you with the same cold gracefulness that he always exhibited, you frantically shut the door behind him as he practically stomped his way into your house. 

How could you even begin to describe your shock? Dating Sae constantly felt unreal. He was like an icy prince, someone who even through his moments of sweetness always felt slightly out of your reach, a little out of your league. Unlike him, who had been used to the spotlight and the glamor that followed the life of being a professional athlete and a pseudo-celebrity since he was a young child, you were nothing more than the run-of-the-mill nobody. 

Sae unceremoniously flopped onto your living room couch, and with a quick flick of his dexterous ankles, he threw off the red-bottom heels that he had been wearing. You flinched when what you assumed were expensive shoes hit the floor, standing dumbfounded in the doorway like a little kid that had been caught stealing candy.

“Um… Nice to see you too, Sae,” you awkwardly started. “Did you need something? Why’d you show up here?”

He stared at you, clearly unimpressed. Frowning a little, he shifted his sprawled-out position on the couch and folded his knees in, sitting coquettishly on the edge of the sofa as he peered up at you through his lashes. “Is that really all you have to say to me?”

You winced, unable to shake the slightly-fearful-slightly-confused smile off of your face. “I-I mean, is there a reason why you came to my house unannounced? And dressed like that no less…”

He sniffed proudly to himself, turning his gaze away slightly. Your eyes never left him, unsure what to make of the boy sitting in front of you. There was no denying that he was beautiful: his crimson streaked hair was the same color as the vibrant sunrise, his long lashes always gave him an ethereal vibe to him that reminded you of fantasy elves, and the way he could get so ridiculously prideful over nothing drove you insane in every imaginable way possible. 

The outfit itself was doing wonders to your imagination too. You were too used to seeing Sae in his regular jersey and athletic wear—this was probably the most skin you’d ever seen from him. The tight-fitting black bodysuit sat comfortably on top of his torso and stomach, pinching his waist ever-so-slightly to give his sides an alluring curve. When he squirmed a little, the tops of the outfit rubbed against his chest, inevitably calling attention to his toned chest and perfectly sculpted collarbones. 

And his legs! You never thought to describe Sae’s powerful legs as dainty, but seeing them all wrapped up in pretty fishnet tights with his (abandoned) heels made you want to put him inside a glass box and store him away as a permanent feature at your nearest art museum. He even went through the trouble of finding a headband with bunny ears sprouting from it, and a little matching pom pom sat on the curve of his back right above his butt. He had applied some makeup too, a gorgeous shade of red that complimented his features sitting atop his lips.

At that moment, you understood. You never wrapped your head around why middle aged men devoured Playboy magazines as if it were their last meal, but seeing Sae like this? Something clicked in your brain, and you knew. Oh, you fucking knew. 

Sae pouted slightly. “I wanted to see you. Why, did you not? You don’t look excited to see me. Should I go back home?”

“No!” You practically jumped up in your spot, shaking your hands frantically. “Nononono, that’s not it! I’m excited to see you, I promise! I just- I just need an explanation for this… this whole thing.”

Sae raised an eyebrow as you gestured at the outfit. “It was supposed to be a surprise for you.”

“I can tell that much, Sae,” you replied. Sae held his nose up proudly again, wiggling his hips suggestively as he folded his hands in his lap. You gawked at him once more, watching him in disbelief as he gently patted the empty seat next to him. As prideful as he was, he kept on avoiding direct eye contact with you—always moving his body suggestively, trying to keep the focus on the outfit he was wearing, his cheeks morphing into a pretty shade of pink whenever you pried about his surprise…

No way.

No fucking way.

“Sae, are you trying to seduce me?”

Sae stiffened visibly in his seat and immediately yanked his face away from you. You bit back a laugh, slapping your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from collapsing right there and then. You didn’t think your impulsive hunch would be correct. 

Could you imagine? Sae? Sae Itoshi? Japan’s pride and Real Madrid Youth’s genius midfielder? Seducing you by showing up at your door dressed like a goddamn playboy bunny?

“Don’t laugh at me,” he huffed, snapping out of his foxy act to go right back to his grumpy self. You couldn’t help but grin at him as you finally plopped down next to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a quiet apology, pulling the boy in for a hug as you held him to your chest.

“Sorry, Sae,” you whispered. Pressing a series of quick kisses to the side of his face, you peered into his bright eyes. “I didn’t think I’d be right. You look cute! I’d never imagine that anyone would go this far to dress up for lil ol’ me.”

“I would. And now you know.” Despite his curt words, he relaxed against your touches, and eventually relented into letting you cuddle him from the side like a clingy koala. He patted his lap, motioned for you to climb onto his lap, and you obediently swung your legs over to hoist yourself right on top of his muscular thighs.

Straddling him gently, you kept your arms wrapped tightly around him as you rested your head on his shoulder. “I mean, it still feels weird to see you in an outfit like this, but… Thank you for thinking of me, Sae. I want to ask though…”

“Hm?” He leaned his head back, kissing the crown of your head. “What is it?”

“What inspired you to do this anyway? Like… Why this outfit in particular?” You poked at his stomach slightly with your pointer finger, earning you an annoyed grunt from the redhead and a swat at your wrist.

“...It’s that stupid horny demon’s fault.”

You blinked blankly. “Come again?”

“Shidou. It was Shidou’s idea,” Sae admitted. His cheeks flushed red again, and his face nearly turned the same color as his hair. “He was probably joking about it, now that I think back… He asked me if I was gonna do anything special for you, and when I asked if he had any good ideas for a surprise, he said I should dress up in this. He said people like it when their lovers dress up in special costumes like this one, so I thought you’d like it too.”

“And you believed him?” You barely swallowed back another fit of laughter threatening to spill from your chest. Sae scrunched up his face, his cheeks puffing up as he pouted at you again.

“Listen, I knew it was a dumb idea, and I know I look stupid,” he sighed defeatedly. “I’m going to murder that kid the moment I get back from hanging out with you.”

“Hey, hey, I never said you looked stupid,” you quickly tacked on. You slowly trailed your fingers from the top of his outfit, feeling the curve of his chest down to his ribs and stomach before settling suggestively right above the dip of his hips. “Awwwww, poor Sae baby… Did you want me to praise you over how pretty you look?”

“Gross. What are you, some pervert? I already have Shidou to kill; don’t make me get mad at you too.” He turned his face away from you again, turning his mouth up in clear disgust. Still, when you moved to cup his cheeks, fawning over him with delight dancing in your eyes, Sae didn’t fully push you away, and he relented into letting you coo over him.

“That’s right,” you sang dreamily. Pinching his face lightly and rubbing your thumbs over the swell of his cheeks, you peppered his nose, mouth, and eyelids with kisses. “I’m a pervert just for you, Sae. You’re the one that goes around acting all haughty and coy for me, and I can’t help but want to see more of you! You’re so cute when you pretend that you hate my attention, but we both know that you can’t live without it.”

Sae hummed, not denying your words. His eyes softened a little, and he mumbled back, “You say such stupid things. You’re a real idiot, did you know that?”

“I don’t think you, of all people, get to talk,” you teased. You leaned down to press a deep kiss to his mouth, letting him snake his arms around your waist and rest his hands on top of your hips. His lips were warm, sticky, most likely thanks to whatever makeup he had applied onto himself right before visiting you. You knew that you’d most likely end up smearing it all across his face if you kept kissing him like this, but when Sae’s hands squeezed your body encouragingly, you pushed yourself closer onto him until you couldn’t hold your breath any longer.

Sae looked up at you breathlessly, his smart-alec thoughts silenced momentarily with how enamored he was with you. You loved seeing him like this. He was softening up to you, bit-by-bit, letting that jaded side of him come down to soak up all of your love, insatiably clinging to you so that you’d give him everything you wanted. You liked knowing that you held his power over him, just as much as he had the same effect over you.

You pressed the pad of your thumb against his lower lips, smearing his already ruined lipstick over his skin. He let his eyes flutter shut beautifully. You wanted to physically drink the sight in front of you: a lovestruck Sae Itoshi with his mouth starting to swell up from how roughly you were kissing him, practically turning into a wreck in your arms as you messed up his makeup and cast him under your spell.

“Can you—,” he swallowed breathlessly, “—Can you kiss me again?”

You rocked your hips slightly, grinning down at him as you lapped up his neediness. How cute. How pathetic. You loved hogging this private side of him all to yourself. “Desperate now, are we?”

“Shut up. I’m not going to ask again.”

“Don’t worry.” Your hands moved to cup the back of his head, pulling him closer to your face. Only a hair’s worth of space separated your lips from his. Letting your voice drop to a sensual whisper, you felt him shudder under your touch. Your eyes never left him. “I won’t make you.”

And when he pulled himself onto you, kissing you fervently, like it was the last kiss you two shared at the airport before he’d sometimes leave for his career, like it was the first kiss you two would share whenever he came back, filled with the same curiosity that drew you towards him over and over again and the same carnal need that kept you by his side. He melted into your touch so easily, matching each of your movements and following the precarious rhythm that you were dancing across his mouth.

He was so easy to love, so easy to please, so easy to win over when you were involved. You kissed him until you two were both breathless, limbs tangled with each other, eyes and mouths blown wide open with how much more you needed from one another. This was the Sae that you knew and adored, the adorably innocent boy who had a greedy heart for you and only you.

It was impossible to not want him—playboy bunny outfit or not.

“Remind me to thank Shidou later,” you whispered, your lips ghosting across his jaw. Sae hummed, his fingertips already having made their home across the curve of your waist, hips, and thighs.

“That’s if he’s alive. Remember, I said I was going to kill him when I went back,” he muttered annoyedly. You smiled again, your heart still racing in your chest as you clung to your boyfriend, chest-to-chest.

“Then I guess I’ll have to do him a favor and force you to stay over. Can’t kill him when you go back if I don’t let you go back,” you offered. Stealing a quick peck to his cheek, Sae gave an exasperated snicker, shaking his head slightly. The once-pristine bunny ears on his head were now tilted a little, misaligned on his ears.

“I think that’s a solution we both can agree on.” His arms wrapped tightly around your midriff, keeping you locked onto the couch with him. “Even you can think of good ideas at times.”

“Oh, Sae,” you laughed. “Don’t put me on Shidou’s level.”

He rested his chin on your shoulder, sticking his tongue as if to playfully toy with the idea. “Please. I’d never do such a thing. At least his ideas clearly seem to be worthwhile sometimes.”

“Hey!”

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