#sae drabble

[definitelynotanalien]

Boyfriend!Sae who’s your long distance boyfriend, a childhood best friend that you’ve kept in contact with ever since he left for Spain

Boyfriend!Sae who meets up with you his second night back in Japan, after spending so long in Spain playing football

Boyfriend!Sae who you’re so excited to see again, cause it’s been like 6 years since he left and he never visited

Boyfriend!Sae who stuffs his hands in his Re Al branded jacket and blankly stares as you wave excitedly at him

Boyfriend!Sae who gives you a nod back as you run up to him, practically about to tackle him to the ground

Boyfriend!Sae who’s gotten thinner, and seemingly unhealthy. His cheeks are a bit too hollow, and his hair’s a bit too messy

Boyfriend!Sae who ignores you while you ask how he’s been, like the caring partner you are

Boyfriend!Sae who cuts to the chase, demanding that you cut the pleasantries and listen to him instead

Boyfriend!Sae who tells you that you’re a distraction, and if he is to become the best midfielder in the world he doesn’t need distractions

Boyfriend!Sae who glares down at you, as you beg him to stay, calling him your whole world

Boyfriend!Sae who easily breaks up with you, walking away as you plead for him to stay through tear ridden eyes on that cold winter night

Ex!Sae who doesn’t seem to regret it at first, his football career flourishing as he loses all distractions

Ex!Sae who stops visiting Japan as much, only coming by to visit his parents - as he’s permanently moved to Spain

Ex!Sae who spots you in his city one day, you’ve stopped to chat with his little brother

Ex!Sae who notices how cheerful and lively you seem to be, a sore difference from the saddened state he ajd last seen you in

Ex!Sae who’s a bit peeved when he sees that you’ve moved on, as he was planning to see you again eventually

Ex!Sae who goes up to talk with the two of you, while you make an excuse to scurry off as fast as you can as soon as you lay eyes on him

Ex!Sae who purposefully attempts to run into you and crinkles his eyebrows as you ignore him and avoid him

Ex!Sae who interviews his brother about you, and what you’ve been up to while he’s been gone

Ex!Sae who glares once his brother tells him that you have a fiancé, and you’re rather happy with them

Ex!Sae who reasons that his brother is probably lying, in a twisted attempt to get back at him after what happened many winters ago

Ex!Sae who walks away from his brother after the interrogation, choosing to talk to you himself

Ex!Sae who confronts you about having a partner, finding your home after asking your parents where you live

Ex!Sae who scoffs as you say you’re engaged, asking you why you didn’t tell him

Ex!Sae who narrows his eyes when you explain yourself, in a signature show of pettiness, he really didn’t know how to take someone not liking him

Ex!Sae who mocks that your ‘boyfriend’ is not a better football player than him, and that you’ll never do better than Sae

Ex!Sae who crosses his arms, even as you explain your partner is a pro player as well and that if they can win against Sae or not doesn’t matter to you, all that matters is whether you love your partner or not

Ex!Sae who storms off, angrily stomping so he can sulk in privacy

Ex!Sae who’s determined to win you back, no matter what it takes…

[yuquinzel]

from this list of prompts!

“here comes the airplane!” “i can feed myself.” “too bad.”

“what... are you trying to do?” sae shoots you the look of a raised eyebrow and lips twisted in confusion, eyeing the spoonful of porridge in your hand and the mischievous smile he’s come to adore.

currently he sits on his bed, tucked in all the fluffliest and warmest blankets you could find in his apartment. which weren’t a lot, so he’s also wrapped in his own hoodies. you even made a comment about him looking like deflated baymax — he had glared at you, you laughed even more.

sae doesn’t get sick a lot, and when he does, he’d most likely brush it off as normal cold that would go away on its own or whatever, which is also the reason behind his bad habit of never telling you about the times he is sick.

although you find out anyway, and sae guesses it’s because his manager is working double ways. well, he doesn’t really mind it either. because each time it leads to our current situation — which, although he never has and never will admit — is something he always looks forward to. and if he's being honest, he wouldn’t mind getting sick on purpose for the very reason.

“isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to handfeed you.” you say, in a manner of declaring an obvious fact.

“no, don’t do that.” he deadpans. ( he’s hiding his smile. )

“here comes the airplane!” you ignore him, slowly bringing the spoonful towards him.

“i can feed myself.” although he makes no visible effort to back away, he scrunches his nose. his eye travel to the porridge, then to you and back to the spoonful. he sighs.

“too bad,” you say, and sae isn’t given much choice but to oblige, “i’m gonna do it anyway.”

of course you will.

he rolls his eyes, you peer down at him expectantly, “well??”

“...well what?” his cheeks are puffed out like a hamster. but you would never say that out loud and risk your chances of seeing him like this again. you have to bite back a laugh. although you can’t resist the smile tugging at your lips.

“is it any good?” your smile grows.

“it’s... porridge. is it ever good?” he says dryly.

“yeah, but I’m handfeeding you! doesn’t being taken care of this way by the love of your life sway your heart?” you gasp dramatically, and sae lets out a weak chuckle.

“meh,” he laughs at the way your face drops from grinning like an excited child to that of a serious middle aged man. ( :D to :| )

“fine. then, enjoy it yourself.” you try to hand him the bowl, but he holds down your hands instead.

sae looks at you with a precise gaze, keeping yours on him. it’s serious and unwavering, although to a stark contrast to his cheeks and mouth. both sweetly pouted like that of a child’s. then he parts his lips, slightly so, mirroring your expectant expression from before.

“you’re really going to leave the love of your life by himself when he’s sick?” his eyes shine. a playful chuckle leaves his lips when you roll your eyes.

it’s the side effects of the medicines you’ve been forcing him to take. that must be it. but for now, sae can’t bring himself to give half a damn.

“well, i thought the love of my life didn’t need me to take care of him.” your thumb traces the corner of his mouth, sae bites it playfully. he kisses it just seconds later when you frown.

“i’m actually so sick i could die right now.” he laughs. side effects of the medicines, really.

you roll your eyes at him, bringing the spoonful to him again. “how’s the porridge now?”

“it’s meh,” he says again, ignoring the self assured smirk you wear, “but i’ll work with it.”

“i thought you could feed yourself?” you bring another spoonful to his lips, and he obliges instantly this time.

“i am the love of your life. it’s the least you could do.”

you bite back a laugh at that, sae is a little more unguarded than usual when he’s sick. it’s cute.

“baby”

“yes?”

“baby as in you’re a baby. it’s derogatory.”

it’s his turn to roll his eyes, “yeah, yeah.” he parts his lips once again.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

@luvether saw ur answer on my alt bae here u go I’m dumping my bllk drafts just for u :3

@kyoghurts daddy’s home

[etoiile]

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE

starring itoshi sae!

synopsis: sae really likes having you in his lap, but doesnt know how to ask.

notes: ugh hes so smush

for whatever reason, sae loved having you in his lap.

he couldn't really figure out what was just so wonderful about it. maybe it was that he could bury his face into your back or neck, maybe it was that he could hug you closer while also being on his phone, maybe it was that you were so so close and he could smell your perfume, maybe it was that he liked how all of your weight was on him for whatever reason, maybe it was that you were just so warm and cozy that he could fall asleep on the spot, maybe it was that he felt that he could protect you with you on him like this easier, but regardless of why, he just loved it.

it only took him one time of doing it to fall in love with it. sae was just sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone, when suddenly, you just plopped down onto his legs. you didnt say anything, you just... did it. it was small, but sae fell for you again that day, and he would continue to do so over and over again, everyday of the week, 24/7.

but back to the subject! you did it a couple times after that. one of the times, when he was gaming on his pc with a few friends, you simply crawled onto his lap all sleepy, straddled him, cuddled into his shoulder, and just... fell asleep? his heart was pounding so fast and he could feel his face burning up, but there was also something really relaxing about it. the way you just zonked out as soon as you got onto him was just so cute. he loved you. he really, really did. he gamed for another hour or so after that, before turning off his pc (carefully, as to not wake you) and falling asleep himself.

you'd only done it a very small handful of times, but it was easily one of his favorite positions with you. he wanted you to sit on his lap every single day, but as we all know, sae is not the best at expressing his feelings. so, he tried other, more subtle ways that would hopefully prompt you to do it yourself.

he would sit criss-cross applesauce or manspread in hopes that you'd just hop right on, but you never did. he would game with his chair a little further from the desk to make it easier for you to crawl on, but you never did. he'd sit down instead of lying down when he was on his phone in hopes that you'd come to sit on his lap, but you never did. it had been around a month since the last time you sat on his lap, (yes, of course he'd been keeping track. who do you think he is?) and he was growing desperate. what was this, mission impossible? he really, really wanted to hold you on his lap and just let time stand still, but alas, it didnt seem as though you were going to do it yourself. it would seem as though he would have to... ask for it himself. (he gulps at the thought) it really would be mission impossible now.

taking a deep breath, sae walked into the kitchen where you were sitting. you were lounging around in biker shorts and one of his hoodies, and you looked... so freaking cute. he just wanted to squish your cheeks and run his hands through your hair and - no! stay focused! just gotta ask. wait... how was he going to ask? was he just gonna ask for you to do it more? but what if you forgot? was he gonna ask for you to do it at that moment? but wait... you were sitting down and he wasn't. that wouldnt work! wait a minute... what if you didnt even like sitting on his lap and that was why you hadn't done it? he didnt want to make you uncomfortable! what was he gonna do?!

he pushed his thoughts out and left. he couldn't do it. he really couldn't. there was just too much at stake. and then what was he supposed to say, that he oddly really, really liked it when you sat on his lap? that sounded so weird! he couldn't do it. he collapsed on the couch, exhausted. at that moment, though, you walked in.

"hi, babe!" you said. "you wanna watch something?"

he smiled. "yeah."

you picked up the remote and stood in front of him, beginning to put on your favorite show. however, suddenly, you were pulled backwards.

"WAH! ...sae?"

sae had pulled you from the waist onto his lap and shyly nuzzled your neck. you were a bit confused, but didnt really mind.

hesitantly, he mumbled, "i really like having you on my lap like this. its nice."

you smiled. "alright. i'll keep it in mind."

you turned on the show that you two always watch together, and sighed contentedly as you leaned back into him, his arms around you tightening.

"i love you." you beamed happily.

"i love you too." he muttered back, snuggling into your shoulder. "i really, really, do."

he supposed it was mission possible, after all.

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[yuzurins]

# unrequited

a bittersweet short sae drabble, no warnings really

“what do you want for your birthday?” sae asks, out of the blue.

you look over at him, trying to suppress a teasing smile. “what’s with that all of a sudden?”

he stares at you for a few seconds, before turning back to look at the ocean.

there’s a quiet silence between the two of you, and you can hear all the waves crashing into each other, sounding almost like a song.

it’s oddly comforting, but that’s why sae doesn’t have to say anything for you to know what he means.

your birthday’s in two months, but sae’s leaving for spain next week.

you purse your lips as you try and muster up a half-assed response believable enough for no further questions to be asked.

because you’re vulnerable around sae. too much small talk and he’ll end up discovering what you’ve been hiding for the past 5 years that you’ve known him.

“nothing much really, maybe something that i can wear or display in my room.” you answer after a bit, and before you could think further, you decide to add, “just something i can remember you by.”

he looks over at you and scoffs, light smirk flashing his face. “you’re acting like i’m going to war.”

hearing him take your response mindlessly eases you from the rapid beating of your heart. of course he’s dense.

“yeah, you are. even the greatest in the world has fierce competition, itoshi-sama.” you tease, still looking at the ocean.

“hmm,” he thinks out loud. “but we’ll be fine. i won’t forget you or anything.”

his gaze is piercing into the side of your head now, but you still won’t do him the favour of turning your head to look at him.

take it as if he noticed your ears turning red, because he ends up saying something so out of character for him.

the smirk turns into a grin now as he asks, “are you gonna miss me that much?”

and now you’re prompted to look up at him, locking eyes with his teal ones that just have the slightest difference from his regular indifferent stare.

“yeah.” you answer him, voice so quiet so that it almost gets drowned out by the waves.

but you know he hears it, because he looks back to the ocean with bittersweet grin and faraway look in his eyes.

sae’s got a dream, and though you are his best friend, he’s not letting anything stop him from going across the world for it.

so you’ve expected it to turn out like this anyways. that this love of yours would turn out unrequited, since the first time he caught your attention.

yeah, you’d wait for him. you’re not even sure if you could even go a whole lifetime without forgetting him.

but you’re not sure if he’d ever feel the same, because his yearning for football surpasses anything he’d ever feel for another person.

so all you can do is just support him from the sidelines, foolishly getting lost in his presence, for that’s all you’ll ever be in sae’s story.

as a supporting character in his journey to become the best, it feels as if all your answers were already set in stone, like a game dialogue that you could not alter.

and despite how much you want to go against the rules and tell him right now,

all i want for my birthday is just to be yours.

it’ll never work out.

[noirflms]

୧ ˚₊ EVERYBODY’S FALLING IN LOVE ( AND I’M FALLING BEHIND ) — itoshi sae

he has never been a lover, but the day he met you, he finally found what love felt like.

itoshi sae has never been a lover, because love has never been his cup of tea. it certainly not his thing to love, or do anything related to this word; he just dislikes it, for it leaves a sour taste in his mind. he has seen people around him fall in love, be so infatuated with the very thought of it, while dopey and lovesick grins stay on their faces.

and in that sense, itoshi sae is not a lover.

love to him is like a sour candy, too sour to contemplate that it might leave your taste buds numb for a while. love to him is fragile, and it is not in him to take care of delicate things, and a thing like that, he might just back out as is. he doesn’t like the way makes you weak, he’d rather be brave and have a harsh front rather than a soft and gentle one.

love is for the weak in his dictionary, it is for people who don’t have any strengths, to him love is just a mere words, a meaningless and a waste of time, to itoshi sae love is just a hindrance, nothing more or nothing less.

but sometimes a change of perspective could bring one to have a different view, and that was what brought itoshi sae to think about the world love again, a new point of view he gathered through a dreamy lens, one that was conjured up by the likes of you, a certain someone that brought him to like the way love felt.

a lot changed the day he met you, quite like a slap to his face ( literally ).

flashing cameras and crowding paparazzis are all he sees, they are quite blinding for sae, but he is used to bright lights and this lifestyle, having been a self made prodigy, he was surrounded by cameras and paparazzis. but he hated having eyes on him, for then he couldn’t have a life out of this captured world.

it’s always an article where he has been shammed or either an article which quite literally ensues rumours of him being a womaniser — having a new girl at his arm every week. it leaves a bitter taste in his mind to even think about such absurdities, so this time he was by himself at the latest football gala, a party for all the new club members to be exact.

sae finds it hard to be in the focus of everyone, men and women alike all like to be around him, but women are more to throw themselves at him, he despises the very fact such women exist. strained and fake smiles are all he shows, jaw clenched as he talks with men with mindset’s so different, five glasses of wine have been emptied by him since the time of arrival.

so soon he finds himself wanting fresh air, a breather from all this chaos, he finds a way out as soon as the lights dim and all focus on the stage in the room. he is silent as a predator is, and as good as an escape artist to make such an escapade but seems like the gods were not in his right, for as soon as he turns the corner, his cheek meets with a hand and it begins to sting.

never in a million years had itoshi sae thought of getting smacked in the entirety of the premiere.

“oh my gosh! i’m so sorry! i thought you were a stalker or something!” it’s a heavy accent he realises but the stinging on his cheek overlooks anything that happens around him. he shakes his head focusing at the voice at hand, but his heart almost leaps out of his chest at the sight before him.

( e.c ) eyes that gleam with worry as it seems to etch itself upon your features, you bite your lip in distress as you take notice of the red mark on his cheek, but his eyes are set on the way you bite your lip and he gulps, heart thumping in his chest. you observe his face that is just looking at you in awe, and as he looks into your eyes he realises you have no clue of who he was.

“i’m so so sorry!” the voice of yours breaks his stupor and the ache upon his cheek returns — it sure was a hard slap. you gulp as you see him fix his jaw, you swallow hard, the way he was suited up to the nines made you figure out that he was much more than just a creep; he looked famous.

your blood runs cold at the thought. your heart racing in your chest, as you await any loud gesture or shout for guards, or anything related to you being thrown out made your head spin.

“it’s alright, i was the one that turned the corner unannounced.” and sae is bamboozled at the words that slip past him, he looks at you, his eyes wide, and he notices your tense demeanour relax. a heavy sigh escaping briefly past your lips as you look up at him with a smile.

“but i-, um, i still apologise for the inconvenience.” you awkwardly chuckle, not cool [name], not cool, a voice rings in your head as you bite your tongue. it is then you make eye contact with him, his eyes are quite unlike any, and to him, yours were better than any. sae likes the way your eyes look like a hazy dream, he likes the way his reflection looks back at him through your eyes.

and in the moment he realised that he liked the way you looked at him, for you saw him for him, and not for the famous persona of his.

and since then, it’s been encounters here and there, finding each other at places you thought you’d never, bumping shoulder in areas one could have never fathomed. it turns from light glances to lingering ones, timid laughter turns into ones filled with nothing but genuine joy, small talks turn into conversation that ring through coffee shops.

then one hangout at his place, turns into a date at a place you like. then one date turns into two, then three, then four and soon they turn into long nights spend at your cost apartment, to ranging from movie nights at his. longing touches turn into never letting go of you, kisses that were once pressed onto his cheeks begin to linger upon his lips.

but itoshi sae was not a lover, so he never named the thing you had with him, but he liked that way you felt in his arms, he liked the way you fit right with him, he liked the taste of your lips on his, he liked the way you were his, yet not for him to keep.

for love was not meant for him, so then why did his heart ache at the thought of seeing you go. the mere thought of you being with another was like a nightmare to him, the very thought of you not being his, was utter torture for the said male.

yet here he was, a coward, he once again was a little boy who was scared to face the world to early, and love was once again becoming the victor and he could not accept defeat. he has watched many flourish within love, yet it wasn’t in him to be able to bear this sweet fruit of entanglement.

“you’re kind of stupid, you know that sae.” and for a moment, oliver aiku sounded right, he sounded to be much more truthful in the heat of the moment than he ever could be, much more better than itoshi sae was what oliver aiku had become in that instance. “certainly you look like a coward to me right now.”

and those were the last words, sae had heard from oliver before he was up on his feet, they ached as he rushed to your house, panting and huffing as he finds the door to your house to be right before him, shaky hands tremble in fear to press the doorbell, heart racing, he liked you, so what was there to fear in that.

as soon as his trembling hands press the bell and the door to your house opens, it takes everything in him to stop him from pressing his lips against yours. you were the only thing matter to him the most, in present and in future, you’ll be the sole thing that he’d like to call his forever and ever.

that fickle day itoshi sae had learnt so much more. he had learnt that love was not for the weak but for people who knew what strengthened them to the core. he learned that love was not bitter or sour, it was just missing from the right person and when you fall in love with the one that you know is true, you’ll know how sweet is the taste of the fruit.

and for the first time in forever, he wasn’t falling behind in any prospect anymore, especially in the case of love, for he had you.

the sole thing the brought him to a purpose he could have never known.

i like a chase, and itoshi sae is a man who certainly hates the idea of love but internally wishes to find just the right one ;)

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[saenora]

HEATHER! • SAE ITOSHI

tw: angst, implicit smut… subpar + self indulging <//3. i read it once so idk… likeokah. mdni

thankyou to @leviismybby @keiskyutie for being the bestt babies and teaching me how to write smut💀 ilys 🤍

sae itoshi doesn’t love you, as his strong hands grip your hips, your moans echoing through the room, —he sets the pace kneading into your plushy flesh— your hands gripping the folds of the white sheet, head buried in pillow, he hides away from your gaze.

sae doesn’t fuck you in missionary/mating press, he's afraid his eyes might giveaway his true feelings, the moment they meet yours he'd hate the way you'd look at him, your eyes glimmering with love and affection.. the affection he deprives himself. the same that his heart has yearned each time your hands accidentally brushed washing over the facades he puts up.

sae doesn’t lace your fingers with his, because if he did you'd hold it better and never let it go; daunting him of a possibility where you won't be reach out for him anymore or perhaps when you'll beg him to hold it omce more. he slips off, fisting your wrists as you ask for him to trust that you'll catch him.

sae deafens himself to your sweet moans and melodic cries of I Love Yous, his name slipping off your lips effortlessly.

he'd hate the way you’d run your hands through his hair… tugging, eyes fluttering as you’d clench around his girth, your touch burns him from the inside, as your vulnerabilities seeps through naked. he’d blind himself to your smile, telling himself one day he'd be the reason you'll lose it.

you'd be a naked soul under him ready to give your all, without asking for an ounce in return. the moeent where his head would touch yours, all his weapons turning usless against the urge to hold you close, to have your hearts beating as one. he'd find himself at mercy of your peace. the intimacy of the moment driving away his fears. he'd hate the urge to kiss your soft lips, for it may unveil histrue self. its too weak, you're too weak to bring his walls down he chants like a prayer while a ray peaks through the dark alleys of his crooked heart.

you’re not enough, you wont ever be, no matter what lies you feed yourself as he lays next to you, giving away not even bits to hold onto. he shuts you out. you wont be the one to hear his aching heart beat. "love need not be a two way street sae" you whisper to his back, inaudible.

you eat your own words, a hand hanging in mid air, maybe one day he'll let someone in, someone capable to fight his inner demons… someone he’d reach out to. and you widthdraw your hand, “its too early…”, “…he's too broken” you're not the one.

[naturallykenma]

thunderstorms (various blue lock)

a/n: hello from the pits of hell (grad school) jkjk but grad school is kicking my ass but i do miss writing so here we are! nagi, bachira, and rin’s part to this will be coming soon but i am tired and wanted to put this much out first <3 enjoy <3

warning: mentions of being scared of thunderstorms in reo’s 

featuring: itoshi sae and mikage reo 

reo: with every burst of thunder, you buried yourself deeper into the covers, hoping the storm would pass by quickly. reo slept peacefully beside you and you had no intention of waking him up because a little thunder was making you nervous. unfortunately, that was short lived as you jumped at the next burst of thunder, waking reo in the process.

“sweetheart?” he rasped, not quite opening his eyes just yet. “what’s wrong, hm?” 

“sorry reo. didn’t mean to wake you.” you mumbled, clutching the covers close to your chest and squeezing your eyes shut as the storm continued. 

“never answered my question, baby. what’s wrong?” reo was wide awake now, and leaning over where you laid. 

“don’t like the thunder.” you sighed, giving up under his tired but intense gaze. “‘s stupid. you can go back to sleep. i’ll be alright.” 

“oh sweetheart,” reo cooed, bringing you close to his chest as he laid back down. “c’mere. won’t let anything hurt you, yeah?” 

you nodded, gripping his t-shirt tighter with every boom of thunder. reo gently guided your head to be positioned over his heart, his thumb softly running over your cheek. 

“‘s okay. listen to my heart instead. nothin’s gonna hurt you, my love.” he whispered as you closed your eyes and tried to go to sleep again. 

after a few minutes, reo smiled softly at the sight of you sleeping soundly on his chest. 

sae:

“sae,” you whispered, nosing his cheek lightly. “sae wake up.” 

sae grumbled softly before opening his eyes, to see you staring down at him. “what do you want?”

“can’t sleep. thunder is keeping me awake.” you pouted. 

“well i can sleep. goodnight.” he said, turning back on his side and pulling the covers up. 

“sae!” you whined. “pleaseeee, dunno what else i can do.” 

“are you gonna keep bothering me?” he asked. 

“yeah. can’t sleep without you. need your help falling back asleep.” you said quietly. 

sae sighed before throwing the covers off and getting out of bed, holding his hand out. “c’mon. let’s go watch something.” 

you smiled, grabbing his hand and following him to the living room, curling up with him on the couch as he turned the tv on. you sighed, laying on top of him with your head on his chest and his running up and down your back softly. the tv drowned out the storm as the storm outside grew quieter and you began to focus only on sae and his heartbeat. 

you pressed a soft kiss the skin right above his heart, wordlessly saying “i love you.” as your eyes got heavy and hard to keep open. sae smiled softly seeing you fall asleep and while he wanted to move back to bed, he didn’t have it in him to disrupt you so he pressed a kiss to your forehead and closed his eyes, allowing the sounds of the storm to lull him to sleep once more. 

[anglbunny]

SIT ON IT

♡. multi, smut mdni, face sitting

You're straddling his stomach, thighs shaking from how much teasing he’s been doing. You’re already soaked — just from his words alone. He keeps glancing up at you, lips parted, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“Please, baby,” he groans, voice husky, “just sit on my face.”

Your face burns. “I… I can’t. I—what if I hurt you?”

He laughs — like you're the crazy one — and grabs your hips tighter, guiding you up his chest toward his mouth.

“Then let me fucking suffocate.”

He kisses the inside of your thigh, biting gently, looking up at you like you’re the only god he believes in.

“I want your thighs around my head. I want that cute pussy smothering me until you forget your own name.”

You hesitate.

He groans. “Baby. Please.” His voice cracks, breath hot against your skin. “I need to taste you. Let me, please.”

You finally give in, trembling as you lower yourself over his mouth. And the second his tongue touches you—

He moans like he’s starved. Hands locking around your thighs, pulling you down so you can't escape. He eats like he’s trying to live off you. You try to pull away—too sensitive—but he holds you tighter.

“Uh-uh. Don’t run now, doll,” he pants between licks. “You’re staying right here until I’ve had my fill.”

You come so hard you nearly black out — and he's still whining, still licking, still begging for more.

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @mihyas-dieehefrau @ravenbc @shezuannn @greekyoghurtwithberries @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/n: i think when im ovulating, i have a thing for men begging

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[Masterlist]

[itoshiexx]

when you're mad and use their full name

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you're mad and use their full name

pairings: isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro and itoshi sae x gn!reader (separate) | warnings: little arguments, angst if u squint, reader is kinda hot headed? lol, mostly fluff and the boys wanting to be in your good graces.

notes: did i kick depression in the ass to finish this? not really. but it worked, and here i am! this is my nagi seishiro debut omgggg hopefully i did him justice and he's not too ooc. also new design for the scenarios to match my theme. enjoy, lovelies! let me know if you'd like especific scenarios and send me an ask :)

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ISAGI YOICHI

yoichi hoped he would die. 

really. 

it’s the least he deserved for making you angry — even more so because he didn’t know what made you angry in the first place. he spent the last fifteen minutes excavating his mind to try and remember what could have ticked you off so much that you don’t even wanna look at him.

he hates it. isagi needs your eyes on him, needs to hear your voice and touch your skin. and with the way you’re so silent and distant, he might be just like a man in the desert without water.

“baby,” he looked at you on the other end of the couch, intently watching the tv show in front of you.  just a glimpse would make him breathe again. just a nod would ease his nerves. hell, he would even take a glare, as long as you were looking at him.

but he got nothing. zero. nada.

“baby, please,” he tried again. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you mad.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, but still didn’t spare him a glance. he sighed.

“i’ll never do it agai—”

“do you even know why you’re apologizing, isagi yoichi?!” you asked, exasperated. your boyfriend froze on the spot when hearing his full name, because of course he didn’t. 

as far as he knew, you were having a great day together. he bought you breakfast from your favorite bakery, you made a delicious lunch and then you two went out shopping. he even gifted you with a beautiful necklace after an enthusiastic shop employee offered to show him some pieces—

oh.

“you got jealous of the saleswoman?”

“blah blah you got jealous of the saleswoman? heck yeah I did!” you impersonated him with a high pitched, sarcastic voice that showed just how mad you were. “she was all over you, yoichi, and you didn’t do anything!” 

he swallowed thickly, daring to approach you on the couch. he hugged your frame, despite the crossed arms in front of your chest making it a little hard.

“i’m sorry, darling. i didn’t even notice she was being inappropriate because you’re the only one i pay attention to. and i always figured people would never dare be so bold if you’re by my side and we’re clearly together.”

his sweet words coated you, making you glance away, knowing that looking at his puppy eyes would end you for good. 

“you should have done something anyway.”

“i know. i totally should, and i’m sorry i didn’t. i never meant to make you feel bad or let people disrespect you.” he rested his chin on your shoulder, breath shuddering right on your ear.

the sincerity in his voice was enough to chip away your anger, and you visibly relaxed in his embrace. yoichi held a breath of relief, knowing he still had to be careful.

“i’m sorry, baby. it won’t happen again. forgive me, please?” he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek, and god, how could you keep being mad like that?

damn isagi yoichi and his genuine blue eyes.

you uncrossed your arms, embracing his instead, and finally looked at him with love again.

“fine. but just because you’re so charming, ‘ichi.”

he chuckled. “you’re the charming one. i’m totally under your spell, darling.”

and when your lips met, yoichi hoped to keep living just to have more of you.

NAGI SEISHIRO

people would often ask him if his detached, nonchalant persona ever got in his way through his life. seishiro would always say no, because everything and everyone he did care about understood his lazy way and inability to do… pretty much everything.

that didn’t mean he never made the effort, though. as much as nagi liked to live like a sloth and just go on with his life playing video games, there were still things in his life that were worth it. like football. his friends. and you, of course. 

ever since you met, seishiro discovered that being with you wasn’t a bother. and after he fell in love and you became a couple, he found himself eager to indulge you, even if it meant going out of his way. his friends congratulated him and expressed genuine happiness to see how much he improved, and that, along with your beautiful smile, filled his heart with joy. 

however, no matter how much he tried, he was still…

“nagi seishiro.” 

a shiver ran down his spine with the sound of your voice, and not the good kind. he had never heard you sound so stern, so angry, so… disappointed, even. enough to leave a sour taste in his mouth. so much so he immediately lifted his eyes from his console, only to find your harsh gaze.

“ehh? wha’ did i do, angel? don’t say my name like that,” he pouted, crawling towards your body splayed on the bed. 

even when you tried to fight his embrace, nagi took advantage of his large frame to engulf you and lay his head on your chest, so you wouldn’t walk away in case you got any angrier.

“babeeeee,” he whined, hugging you tighter.

“let go of me,” you said, and he just shook his head. “you deserve it. you weren’t even listening to what i was saying, were you?”

what a hassle. he really wasn’t listening, but… well, he got way too focused on beating the last boss. could you really blame him? 

he heard you scoff. “oh, my bad, i should have known it was the last boss. it’s more important than me anyway, right, nagi?”

fuck. fuck. fuck. did he say that out loud? he sounded like a dick. you had every right to be mad and call him by his full or last name. 

nagi lifted his head from your chest to look at you, feeling his throat tighten with the sight of your teary eyes. guilt gnawed at his chest when seeing how upset and frustrated you were. 

“eh, ’m sorry, pretty thing. i got too caught up ‘n didn’t notice you were talking t’me.”

“am i that invisible to you?” a tear almost rolled down your cheek. seishiro shook his head, a little more exasperated than usual. 

“huh? ’f course not, angel. y’re never invisible. all i see is you. y’re the most important to me,” he held eye contact, and even though you wanted to tear your gaze away, seishiro’s eyes were more magnetizing than ever, even if your view was a little blurry.

you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the type to lie, since he always claimed it was a hassle. you knew you were important to him, but his lack of consideration still hurt. 

“i’ll apologize as many times as you wish. ‘m sorry for not listening and making you feel bad. i never wan’ you to feel bad, pretty thing.” 

nagi used his strength to roll around and switch your positions, in a way you were on top of him instead. he started caressing your hair in a soothing motion, making your eyelashes flutter. “y’can talk as much as you want. i promise i’ll listen t’you.”

your eyes welled with tears for a different reason, and you hugged the striker as hard as you could. even if he faltered, seishiro never failed to make up to you and make you feel loved.

“promise, sei?”

“promise.”

ITOSHI SAE

although sae wasn’t exactly smart in the emotions field, he always knew when you weren’t happy with something. you scowled, huffed and rolled your eyes, keeping an eerie silence that was only broken when absolutely necessary. 

at that moment, he was sure you weren’t happy with him.

you both kept to yourselves while still at the event, masquerading any problems for the cameras. sae had a hand at the small of your back and he could feel how stiff you were. the midfielder wouldn't admit that seeing you so uncomfortable around him made his heart pang.

at the limo, the path to your shared penthouse was quiet, and you brushed him off when he tried to hold your hand. sae could only stare at his window with furrowed brows, itching to dissipate this awkward atmosphere. he never liked when you were mad, especially at him.

he expected some sort of explosion when you got to your apartment, but you kept your glaze off him, trying to walk to the bedroom for your night routine without even sparing him a word. 

nuh-uh. that wouldn’t do. 

he held your wrist before you could go, and lightly pulled you so that you were facing him. your eyes widened with the sudden movement, but narrowed as soon as landed on his face. 

“why are you mad?”

you scoffed. the audacity of this man. 

“you know exactly why i’m mad, itoshi sae.”

shit, the government name? you were really fucking angry.

“i wouldn’t be asking if i knew,” he answered, immediately regretting it when you glared at him, as if saying that wasn’t the right answer. “i-i mean… i didn’t realize what was wrong, amor.”

you walked closer to your boyfriend, making him release your wrist. despite his typical stoic face, sae was clinging to your every word.

“itoshi sae, you can not talk to your little brother like that!” you nearly growled on his face, surprising him. “you were very rude and condescending, and that’s no way to speak to rin!”

he frowned. you were mad because of rin? the little green monster inside of him threatened to grow, but he forced him to stay put. sae didn’t want to anger you further, so he simply let his hands slither to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“i don’t think i was rud—” you lifted one eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes. “fine. i might have been kinda harsh.”

“and?” you crossed your arms.

he sighed. “i will apologize.”

“i’m serious about this, itoshi sae. i will ask rin—”

“i’ll tell him i’m sorry, okay? no need to keep talking about rin.” he interrupted, palms traveling to your ass while he nosed your neck. he planted a small kiss under your ear, huffing a minty breath that made you shudder. sae smirked. “and no need to keep calling me by full name, either. what happened to ‘cariño’?”

you held onto his biceps for some grounding, but still didn’t budge. 

“you weren’t very sweet today, so it’s not fitting.” 

he pouted while hiding in your neck, taking full advantage that you couldn’t see him, but was quick to withdraw to face you once again, touching your noses. one of his hands cradled your jaw, and you sighed with the pathetic effect your boyfriend had on you. 

“perdóname, amor?” he whispered against your lips, eyes sincere like you knew he could be. your poor little heart could never resist him when he was like this, rarely vulnerable and eager for you.

you gave a long exhale, arms moving to tangle around his neck. and folded.

“as long as you make it right, mi cariño.”

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[bloomseishiro]

just me, you, and your brother — his reaction to your (very) overprotective brother

౨ৎ ft. nagi, rin, sae

contents. fluff, kinda crack LMAOOO, newly established relationships, reader’s bro is so justified for sae’s part ngl >.> 

a/n. meant to be a reply to this request (but tumblr is being mean) ; hiii nonnie ^-^ i’m so glad you like my writing hehe tysm for requesting!! writing this made me laugh it def gave me shoujo anime vibes hfjfhjdfh i hope you enjoy!! :3

NAGI SEISHIRO

Nagi isn’t someone who is quick to judge. He’s aware he has strange tendencies himself. 

Most people think he’s a weird hermit, though he could care less about their opinions. It’s too bothersome to care.

But still, even for him, this date is super weird.

Not because of you. Actually, you’re the only reason he didn’t just leave the cafe and head home for the night. But there is something in his periphery that has been bothering him.

“Don’t freak out, but I think someone’s stalking us.”

Naturally, you freak out a little. 

“Huh?!” you cry, eyes widening in worry. “Where? For how long?”

Nagi briefly glances at the man wearing a large trench coat and fake mustache sitting a few tables away. He noticed that the strange man would stare intently at him, going so far as to snap pictures as he glared in Nagi’s direction. 

“Don’t look back—” your head whips around to look behind you “—but he’s that trench coat guy over there with the giant camera.”

“He has a camera?!” 

Nagi nods wordlessly. 

“That’s weird,” you say with a disgusted curl of your lip. “What if I go up there and tell him to stop?”

“You want to confront him?” he asks in surprise. He’s definitely not one to be confrontational himself. 

“Yeah! I won’t let some creep ruin our date!” Standing up haughtily, you stomp over to his table. As you grow closer, your steps falter. You look back at Nagi apologetically and he hears you murmur a small, “Wait, what the fuck?”

Curious, Nagi sighs and makes his way over. As he approaches the table, the stranger rips off his mustache, glaring daggers into Nagi’s soul. 

“I’m so sorry, Seishiro,” you blurt, grabbing onto Nagi’s sweater and attempting to hide his large frame behind you. “This creep is my brother. He’s trying to spy on our date!” You turn back to the stranger—your brother, apparently—and shake your head at him. “You! What do you think you’re doing? Go home! I’m telling Mom you’re being weird and that she needs to take away your camera again!” 

Again? Nagi wonders to himself. 

“I’m just worried about you,” he retorts, still glaring at Nagi. “I heard from the grapevine you were going on a date with the school’s weirdo hermit and had to make sure he wasn’t a creep!”

“By being a bigger creep yourself?” you hiss. “And Nagi isn’t weird! He’s kind and talented and so what if he likes playing games and being home? It’s fun!” 

Suddenly, you hold Nagi’s hand and tug him back to your table. Though the situation is quite troublesome, he still finds himself pleased by the contact. That’s the first time you held his hand…

“Come on, Nagi,” you say to him, expression softening. “Let’s take our food to go and head somewhere private.” You tear your gaze away from his to glare menacingly back at your brother. “I’m so sorry my brother ruined our date.”

Nagi shrugs, looking down at your face that is contorted with worry. “It’s not ruined. Our date isn't over yet, right? We can still have fun.”

You smile at him gratefully and nod.

Leaning in beside your ear, Nagi whispers, “Next date, we can go to my place so your brother can’t get in.”

Bashfully, you look down at your shoes but a grin escapes you. “So there’s a second date?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” you promise. “I love that idea. Now let’s get out of here.”

“Bring her home by eight!” 

You both hear your brother call after you as you exit the cafe with Nagi, hand-in-hand, but you choose to ignore him anyway. 

ITOSHI RIN

Rin hasn’t been over to your house before. 

In fact, he hasn’t been to many people’s houses before. 

But he knows this isn’t normal. 

“Can you pass the popcorn?” your brother asks, plopping himself onto the couch right in-between Rin and you. 

The two of you were watching a movie at your house (a romantic comedy since you claimed Rin needs to “broaden his horizons” and not watch horror all the time), but it wasn’t the relaxing movie night either of you expected. 

At least, not with your brother around.

“Hey, did you guys order food yet?”

Rin blinks before he responds to the nuisance sitting beside him. “Yes. Pizza’s on its way.”

“Perfect! I can have a slice then?” 

“No,” you reply quickly, glaring at your brother. “That’s mine and Rin’s pizza. And that’s also our popcorn!” Folding your arms, you stare him down. “We’re trying to watch something. Please leave us alone.”

He sighs and rolls his eyes, but begrudgingly stands up. “Fine.” Your brother turns to Rin with a warning glint in his eyes. “But you better not try anything.” 

Rin frowns. You guys are watching a movie on the couch in your parent’s living room. What could he even try? 

“Okay,” is Rin’s short reply. 

Your brother narrows his eyes. “I don’t like your tone, kid.”

“You’re only like two years older!” you interject with a sigh, standing up to push your brother out of the living room and towards the hallway. “Stop scaring him. He’s one of the good ones. I promise.”

Rin blushes as he hears your words. One of the good ones, huh? 

Eventually, your brother relents and his gaze softens as he pats your head. “Alright, I’ll trust your judgment,” he promises, hands up in surrender before turning to Rin. “You better not let them down.”

Rin nods once. “I won’t.”

A look of mutual understanding passes between him and your brother and Rin finally feels himself relax once you bounce back to his side, leaning your head against his shoulder on the couch. 

“Now that he’s been dealt with… Netflix and chill time?” you ask teasingly. 

With wide eyes, Rin feels the heat rush to his cheeks, looking around the room frantically waiting for your brother to pop up and murder him. 

You giggle at his panic, snuggling into his side even closer. “I’m just kidding, Rinnie. Don’t worry, my brother didn’t hear.”

His shoulders relax as he drapes his arms around you, finally settling in to watch the movie. After a few moments, Rin off-handedly says, “Maybe another time at my place. No one’s home there.”

Now it was your turn to look away, embarrassed. 

Rin smiles to himself. Cute. 

ITOSHI SAE

You knew going into your relationship that Sae led a pretty busy life. But he always managed to make time for you. 

Well, most times, at least. 

Sometimes, like today, something urgent would come up and he would have to cancel plans last minute. Even if that plan was a date with you. 

“What are you still doing here?” your brother asks, eyeing you warily as you stand in the front door in your fancy dress. 

You shake your head, shrugging it off despite the disappointment in your chest. “Nothing. I’m just going back in to get changed.”

“Changed? You’re already dressed.”

“I mean changed back into pajamas,” you explain with a frown. “Sae can’t make it anymore.”

Suddenly, the expression on your brother’s face changes from one of worry to one of murderous intent. “What do you mean he can’t make it?”

You sigh. “As in, he cancelled on me a few minutes ago. Something about an impromptu soccer practice match.”

“So he stood you up.”

“Well, no. Technically, he let me know… Just, you know, twenty minutes before he was supposed to get here.” 

“Who the fuck does that bastard think he is?!” your brother barks, his expression deadly. “Does he want to die?”

Your eyes widen. “Whoa, thanks for the support, but you don’t need to go that far.”

“Fine. I won’t murder him,” he concedes too easily, pulling his phone out. 

“What are you planning, then?” you ask warily, trying to peek at his screen. 

He shrugs without responding, furiously typing away at his phone. Over his shoulder, you see him on Twitter, writing a post that says:

@ItoshiSae: WHAT KIND OF ASSHOLE BOYFRIEND LEAVES THEIR PARTNER WAITING FOR HIM IN THE COLD WHEN THEY’RE ALREADY DRESSED UP AND READY? only dickheads stand their partners up. your fans would be ashamed.  

He refreshes the page and right before your eyes, you see the Tweet blow up, some people siding with your brother and others defending Sae. 

Whatever the case, it’s definitely not something Sae’s PR team will like. 

The next thing you know, your phone rings with a call from Sae. 

“Hi,” you answer sheepishly. 

“My manager is yelling at me,” he says simply. “Something about your brother slandering me on social media?”

Overhearing the conversation, your brother butts in, “It’s not slander if it’s true, asshole!”

You hear Sae sigh but he doesn’t say anything to defend himself. “You didn’t tell me you were all dressed up and waiting for me,” he says instead.

“Would it have made a difference? You already said you had to cancel.”

There’s a brief pause and you can hear the frown in his voice when he continues. “I would’ve made the time to come over if I knew you were ready and waiting. I’m sorry.”

You shrug, knowing he can’t see you. 

“I can leave this practice match early,” he offers. “Push the reservation back and be there in thirty minutes to pick you up.”

“I don’t know,” you say hesitantly. “I don’t want to interfere with your soccer training. I know how important it is to you…”

“But you’re also important to me.” There are some shuffling noises in the background. “I’ll be there soon.”

Feeling a presence behind you, you look up at your brother who takes your phone into his hands. “Yeah, you better be here as fast as you can, idiot. And if you ever pull some shit like this again, I’ll murder you next time. Y/N can do better than a narcissistic soccer player who is willing to stand them up.”

From the phone, you hear a quiet, “I know.”

“Good,” says your brother before handing the phone back to you. 

“Sae, I’m so sorry about him! He’s a little much sometimes—”

“I deserve it,” interjects Sae with a small sigh. “He’s right. I’ll be there, Y/N. I promise.” 

You smile softly, silently thanking your brother for being the slightest bit crazy and over the top. “I’ll see you soon, Sae.”

[angelxarii]

₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ﾟᴡᴏʀᴋ - ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ꜱᴀᴇ¹⁸⁺

ᴛᴡꜱ: ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ

Sae's fingers were knuckle deep inside of you, curling up and hitting that exact spot that had you arching your back off the bed. He knew you so well and what made you fold even when his attention wasn't on you.

Like right now, how he was focused on a phone call rather than his pretty little gf who was a complete mess under him.

The phone was on speaker beside you, one of his hands occupied by your cunt and the other covering your mouth everytime you got too loud.

The call was getting way too long even if it had only been 4 minutes.

He moved his hand from your mouth, covering your entire tit and roughly massaging it while abusing your poor nipple.

"Shh, quiet" he whispered quietly, agreeing with whatever the man on the phone was saying.

His hand came to cover your mouth again as you got too loud

"Yeah well that's a problem for tomorrow. I'll deal with this when I have time" sae abruption said, cutting the guy off. He tried saying something but it was too late and sae had already cut the call.

"You're so needy. You came 3 times from my fingers alone. How're you gonna take my cock now?" He asked, pushing up against your throbbing pussy.

"You start shaking and crying whenever you get a little bit too overstimulated so I'm surprised at how well you kept quiet"

"Right, my little attention whore?" Tears rolled down your face and all you could do was nod as sae pulled his digits out and placed them in his mouth

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. (ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɴ ꜰʀ)

ʚɞ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐱𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐢 | ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

[definitelynotanalien]

You’re screwed.

Tw; swearing

inspired by a dream i had

Sae Itoshi has been your friend ever since you were twelve years old.

You first met at some silly tour of the football academy, your father was a major investor in Re Al’s club and he had insisted that the two of you get to meet the new talents.

Your father was busy chatting with one of his associates, while you zoned off. It was rather normal for a kid your age who would have rather been playing with your friends than listening to boring business talk.

Unfortunately you weren’t allowed to read a book, or use a phone, so you were stuck ignoring the conversation and making up weird scenarios in your head.

You did that for around five seconds before a certain pink haired boy caught your attention. A — not very awkward — teenage boy version of the future greatest midfielder in the world.

He had the prettiest lower eye lashes, and his actual eyes were gorgeous. They were a green tinted cyan that seemed to contain the mystery’s of the ocean, you would compare it to the Mariana Trench, but his eyes were slightly more intimidating.

So you stared at the boy, burning holes through his soul, using his casual attractiveness to provide some interest in your father’s business interaction.

Of course eventually the mysterious teenager looked at you with a deadpan expression, noticing your less-than-subtle look. You responded with a side glance to your father and his associate, and you could’ve sworn the boy chuckled at your predicament. You rolled your eyes in response, and the boy walked over to you casually.

The pair of you didn’t make proper conversation, perhaps a small introduction at most. Sae simply stood next to you to keep you company, letting you continue to gape at him.

You ended up exchanging numbers thought some stroke of luck, and have kept in contact ever since. Quite a few years have passed since then and now you’re screwed, you’re sure of it.

You see, you had developed a massive crush on him. Who could blame you? An attractive and fit guy who was that interested in you? The dream! And now it’s come back to bite you in the ass.

He’s straddling you against the couch of your much too expensive air BNB, your phone playing a rather familiar reel in hand.

The pair of you are on a vacation in the Alps, supposed to be having fun in the snow and relaxing, of course nothing can ever go as planned — especially if it’s on your fathers dime.

Sae has found your collection on Instagram with various edits and more of him saved, with the official title being ‘🤤🤤🤤’, and now he’s confronting you in his unusually Sae fashion by dangling your phone in front of you, as if it’s the steak to your dog.

“I didn’t know you were that interested in…” He pauses, and a pregnant silence fills the room.

Your heart skips a beat, and you regret not deleting that collection a while ago, but you didn’t think it’d come back to bite you in the butt this soon!

“Football.” Sae concludes with a mischievous grin, fluttering his fluffy eyelashes.

You groan underneath him, holy shit, you’re far more screwed than you think.

[yuquinzel]

— stay with me.

feat. itoshi sae. fluff. short drabble. sae just wants you to stay a little longer.

sae can feel the words repeating in his mind like untamed thoughts, burning his lips with a sort of urgency that’s almost scary.

you’re standing by the door of his apartment, trying to wear your shoes. he wishes he put them inside the cabinet so you’d have taken longer to wear them— then scrunches his nose at the thought.

and then you grab your keys, for a second — sae can’t help but to think it would’ve been nice if you had dropped your keys somewhere on your way so you’d have to stay here longer.

this is not like him, not at all. he’s not really proud of these thoughts either, but the second your hand’s on the doorknob— he really thinks he should’ve done something, anything, to cause you to stay longer than due.

then he stops midthoughts when you get on your tiptoes to be able to kiss him— he’s still too tall for you. he smiles and lets you tug him down with his face in your hands as you pull him in for a kiss.

sweet and warm and tentative, you’re too much and not enough at the same time. it’s then he thinks that — fuck it, he doesn’t want you to leave.

“stay with me.” he plays with the words, lets them free to echo throughout his apartment.

you smile at him, “i need to go sae, i have my lessons tomorrow.”

“i don’t care. stay with me.” he says again, firm and bold. he knows he’s being way too selfish with the sudden request, but he can’t help it when it comes to you.

“for the night? no way, sleeping next to you is a trap. you won’t let me get up.” you roll your eyes.

“no, for the rest of our lives.”

for the rest of our lives— he says it more casually then he’d ever expected to, the words rolling off his tongue before can stop himself. and once he does, he thinks of how the time could ever exist when he decided against it. it sounds like something he should’ve said a long time ago. like it’s something meant to be said by him and to be heard by you.

“like, right now?” your voice trembles ever so slightly.

“yeah, like, right now.” sae laughs a little, closing the distance between you both in one long stride.

“i don’t understand—” you breathe.

“marry me.” he says, pressing his lips to your forehead, “i want all your tomorrows.”

he briefly imagines it, like he’s done countless times before. a life with you, improvised and laced with the ache of home. something to call ours — not his or yours. something much like your heartbeats, as though they’ve collided and synchronised as one, sae can’t tell if it’s his or yours. so he calls it our heartbeats instead.

the silence that follows nulls his prior thoughts. he’s not particularly scared of what your answer is to be. in this moment— the pattern of your breathing being nothing but a comforting reminder that he’s not alone— sae thinks this is where he belongs. this is how it should be.

“okay,” you laugh, arms going to wrap around his waist as you look up at him again, “they’re all yours.”

your answer does not catch him off guard — nothing about you ever does and maybe that is why you’ve been able to slowly chip away his exterior, a carefully guarded wall so gently crumbled down until he did not realise it himself— you were always there, it was always you. he has never been more sure of it than now.

he feels a smile tugging at his lips, but then again, it’s not really intentional. you bring it out of him without even trying.

when he kisses you again, the fervent clash of your lips followed by a smile making its way between it — you know what it means. it’s a thank you in all its meanings. “ours,” he corrects you, “they’re all ours.”

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

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[etoiile]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

starring itoshi sae!

synopsis: itoshi sae thinks valentines day is stupid. its a stupid holiday for stupid people to give each other stupidly overpriced chocolates and flowers. he's never done anything for any girl for valentines day, so why does he find himself wanting to do something for you?

requested by @unknownedvampire !

notes: a small drabble for the gals who don't have valentines </3 (me...)

"kaiser," sae grumbled, looking up from his lunch, "what now?"

kaiser plopped down across from him, ignoring sae's attitude. "so, what are you gonna do for y/n this year?"

sae glanced up at him and went back to his food. "her birthday isn't for months, stupid."

"no, for valentines day." kaiser grinned, trying to get into the mind of itoshi sae.

sae rolled his eyes, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. "valentine's day is stupid. it's just stupid people making a stupid holiday for their stupid overpriced chocolates and flowers. i've never done anything for any girl on valentine's day."

kaiser chuckled, nudging him. "come on, if you don't make y/n happy on valentine's, someone else will..."

sae glared at him, but chose to stay silent.

but as the days passed, sae couldn't shake the thought that unlike him, y/n actually liked valentine's day. she would talk about it from time to time, her eyes lighting up with excitement. she talked about her love for all the hearts and all the pink, though she would quickly shut herself down, knowing how sae felt about it.

kaiser continued to pester sae about his valentine's day plans, saying something like, "someone's gonna snatch her up!" but sae remained resistant, dismissing the whole idea. however, a tiny seed of consideration had been planted in his mind. he found himself observing y/n from a distance, noticing the subtle joy that valentine's day seemed to bring her.

eventually, that seed grew into a reluctant acknowledgment. he realized that even if it meant participating in the holiday he deemed "stupid" and "lukewarm," it would be worth it to see y/n smile. so, with a hint of bashfulness and an uncharacteristic softness, sae found himself standing in front of y/n's locker on valentine's day, an equally uncharacteristically sweet, thoughtful gift in his bag.

"oh! sae? what's up?" you smiled, bumping into him after putting your stuff in your locker.

"i, uh, have something for you." he mumbled, a pink dusting on his cheeks.

you put your cheek out expectantly, knowing how this is how he usually tells you he'd like to kiss you, but you were surprised when he instead pulled out a small gift bag.

too stunned to speak, you slowly took the bag. "sae? what's this? i thought you didn't like valentine's?"

he rubbed his neck nervously. "yeah. but you do."

your heart swelled at his sweetness. "thank you, sae."

excitedly, you opened the bag to reveal one of those eternal roses and a small card.

a smile spread across your face as you pulled out the contents. sae shifted awkwardly, his usual gruff demeanor replaced by a rare (actually, not-so-rare nowadays, but he'd rather die than admit it) moment of bashfulness.

"uh, yeah. it's dumb, but... happy valentine's day, or whatever," he muttered, avoiding eye contact.

"it's not dumb," you replied sincerely, admiring the rose. "thank you, sae. this means a lot to me."

sae mumbled something incoherent, a mix of embarrassment and a faint hint of satisfaction that he made you happy. you decided not to tease him, appreciating the effort he had put into this seemingly small gesture.

"i love you!" you grinned, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

his face flushed, matching the color of his hair. "i love you too."

sae was never much of a guy for valentines day, but for you and your sweet smiles and kisses, he thinks that maybe he can be.

extra:

you got home later that day and opened up the card sae wrote for you. inside, it read, "valentines day is stupid, but you aren't. i know i don't show it much, but i love you a lot. just like this rose, my love for you will never die. happy valentine's day, y/n. -sae"

(you texted him later teasing him about how cheesy he is.)

© 𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[narcjsistx]

— HONESTLY, I'M THE FAVORITE!

plot: in the relationship there is more chemistry between you and his mother than between you and him, and honestly he's fine with that <3 but not when you gang up against him...

✶ characters: isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, reo mikage

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

✶ ISAGI YOICHI ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"I'm glad you like it! I spent the whole night making it so good, but if you like it then it was worth it" the woman says clapping her hands, and you can't help but smile gratefully "Mrs Isagi, you know well that I love your cooking" you say, but she interrupts you "Mrs Isagi again? You've been Yocchan's girlfriend for years, you can call me by my name" she says scolding you, but with the sweetness of a mother. There's absolutely no question where Isagi gets his generosity from, although his father is really lovely too. When you turn around you can't help but be surprised by Isagi's tired face, who hasn't finished his plate, more focused on the match broadcast on television. You're not surprised by this behavior, it's something he does in your house too, but by the fact that he hasn't even finished his meal, that you think is absolutely delicious

Since you've been together, it's now been a tradition to spend Sunday lunch with his parents. From the first moment he introduced you, you immediately hit it off with his mother, finding her to be such a kind and humble woman; and she seems to share the affection towards you, spoiling you with all her good food that she knows you love

"Yoichi..." you whisper to your boyfriend, but he doesn't seem particularly connected to reality. You sigh, but when you look up you notice the menacing look of his mother, who is holding a rag in her hand. You cover your mouth to avoid laughing, but then the rag is thrown at the boy's face, landing on his plate still full of food: Isagi seems to return to reality, turning almost offended towards his mother, who however does not stop glaring at him. Seeing her so angry, he swallows his behavior too, gulping down a lump of saliva "Mom, what's happening..."

"It's Sunday, you have your family here, your girlfriend, you have a whole day off from soccer and the only thing you focus on is a match on TV? And you even dare not eat my food?" the woman says crossing her arms, and you nod, agreeing with her for the simple fact that otherwise you risk bursting out laughing. She seems to see your approval, and smiles "I wonder how you found a woman like that who puts up with you on a daily basis... darling, thank you for not getting tired of him, I have you to thank for accepting him" she says dejectedly, and you nod, actually risking laughing out loud. Isagi seems to notice your situation, glaring at you "Mom, it's not that deep..." he says alternating his gaze between you and her, but you shake your head "Yoichi, I wanted to spend a day with our family, yet all you do is focus on soccer..." you say, but this time you are forced to pinch your thigh to keep from laughing. Isagi glares at you, turning off the television "Happy, both of you?" he says taking the fork, but you shake your head theatrically "I wonder if you really love me..." you say, and his mother hugs you, stroking your head "My poor little girl, poor thing. With someone like that..." she says, and you burst out laughing, no longer able to hold it back

Even if seeing you so close can only please him and confirm that you are the right person, the only one, he just wanted to see if Bachira scored in the match between Barcha and ReAl

✶ CHIGIRI HYOMA ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

For Chigiri, the Trinity consists of you, his girlfriend, his sister and his mother. The main problem is when all three of you are together, that's when he realizes he's in danger. He knows he's about to die when you're all mad at him for something he doesn't even know about, and today is such a time

“Don't you dare come closer” his sister says, putting an arm around your shoulders. Chigiri rolls his eyes nervously, he doesn't like that Koyoki is so protective of you against him, who she knows wouldn't take a hair from you. You laugh condescendingly, nodding "She's right. Get away from me, Hyoma" you say theatrically, and he takes a step forward, and you take a step back “You're making me crazy. What did I do this time?” he says alternating his gaze between you and his sister, but you don't stop laughing while Koyoki judges him with just his gaze "You're a man. You have to understand that" Koyoki says, and he snorts "People have mistaken me for a woman my whole life and now you can't do it?" he says crossing his arms, and you almost feel guilty for doing this to him, your lovely boyfriend "Miss. Far away" his sister says, and that's when he grabs a lock of her hair, pulling it. You know perfectly well that it's a playful gesture between siblings, not something actually dangerous "You little shit-" she whispers, pulling his hair. That's when his mother approaches

"Leave my Y/n alone. Come here, honey" the woman says, and you slink to her side, smiling victoriously at the two siblings "HEY!" Hyoma says with his sister's hair still in his hand, but both you and his mother reply "Don't use that tone with your mother, Hyoma" you say, and the woman smiles at you, wrapping her thin arms around your neck to hug you "Oh, my third daughter. The only one who doesn't talk back to me" she says smiling, and you hug her, winking at Chigiri who seems to have lost hope, while Koyuki does nothing but laugh "I'm starting to think I'm no longer the favorite child" says the girl giving his hair one last tug, as a sign of revenge. Chigiri glares at her "You never were" he says, seeing you so hugged to his mom but not to him, who only wanted to give you a kiss from the beginning. Although it was funny seeing you so close to his mom, known for giving breathless hugs

✶ BACHIRA MEGURU ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"If you need help tell me, but I think you're doing a great job" the woman says, and you can't help but smile at her embarrassed "Thank you Mrs- Yu! Thank you, Yu" you say, and she smiles at you "This time you remembered to call me the right way. You're making progress!" she says, and you laugh lightly with her, placing the brush in the water. From the palette you take some red, passing it on the canvas while she nods "Wow! It's not an easy shade between blue and red, but it came out well. Aren't you hiding a past as an artist from me? Has Meguru taught you something yet?" she says, and you shake your head, amused "I've always only drawn in my notebook during class. I've never colored a drawing in my life... or even used a canvas" you say, and she laughs "Now I understand why Meguru likes you so much. At first he didn't color his drawings either, then he started doing it from... wait, have you been together for?" she asks "About a year and a half" you say, and she is amazed "He has been coloring hos drawings for about a year and a half" she says, and you smile “Really?” you ask, and she nods "Maybe he started it to make his paintings more striking to your eyes"

It's not uncommon for you to spend time with his mother, who is basically your best friend. Since your dates are often after his training, you wait with his mother for his return

"Mom I'm at home- Oh, Y/n!" he says as he enters his mother's art studio, finding the two of you close together "Meguru! You're still sweaty" the woman says as she approaches, with you by her side "You should take a shower. Then we can go!" you say clapping your hands, and you feel his mother ruffling your hair "Do you think you'll leave without finishing that masterpiece?" he asks almost defiantly, and you laugh "If it's a challenge, I accept" you say, not even hugging your boyfriend as you walk back to your canvas, followed by his mother

Bachira stares at you a little perplexed, the bag still on his shoulders: he really wanted to go out and spend time with you alone, but he's happy to see you on such good terms with his mother, who is also his best friend. He thinks that today he can also spend the day watching you have fun with your canvas, but after his shower. Otherwise he can't kiss you

✶ ITOSHI SAE ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"You know, the first time we went to see him play, he ignored us" his mother says, and you raise an eyebrow, surprised "It happened to me too the first time I went to see him play" you say, and his mother glares at him, even though Sae is completely focused on scoring goals on the field. Today it's just the two of you in the VIP seats, Mr. Itoshi couldn't attend, but that's not a problem since you love spending time with Mrs. Itoshi. Especially now that there is gossip

The first time Sae invited you to one of his games you weren't a couple yet, but he invited you anyway. He hadn't greeted you the whole time, but he kissed you later in the stadium locker rooms. But perhaps Mrs. Itoshi didn't know this

"How rude, I didn't think I raised a boy like that... and to think that I sent him alone to Spain, on the other side of the world!" she says exhaustedly, and you laugh "He's not that rude. He treats me well, very well" you say, and she looks relieved "I'd like to see. If he treated you even badly I wouldn't mind pulling his ears" she says, and you laugh at her words again

"But Rin would probably want the same treatment. He always wanted the same one Sae got" the woman says, and you nod "I don't think he wants that kind of treatment. Then he's a completely different person with his girlfriend" you say, and she nods "It's true, my little Rin... I like his girlfriend too..."

"What does Rin and his girlfriend have to do with me?" Sae asks approaching the VIP area, and you get up to leave a light kiss on his lips, while he tightens an arm around your waist, grabbing the water bottle that his mother is holding "Nothing much, darling. We were talking about your habits" says the woman, but Sae gives you a puzzled look "My habits while I'm in one of the most important games of the season?" he asks, and you nod "We just want to get to know you better" you say, and he shrugs "As if one wasn't my mother and the other my girlfriend. I think you both know me too well" he says and then drinks from his water bottle "Concentrate on the match instead" he says, before returning to the game

"He's also always been stubborn. But I think you know that" says the woman as her son walks away, and he turns around, glaring at her and changing his gaze between her and you, who can't stop laughing. Maybe it was a bad idea to call you both since you can't shut your mouth together

✶ ITOSHI RIN ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"Here he was two years old and he had just peed himself" says the woman showing you a photo of a crying baby, that is, your boyfriend. You look at the photo in love, giggling at the funnyness of your boyfriend, which does not at all reflect his childhood self, who was much more open and joyful "Here, however, he was four years old and Sae had given him a sticker of a soccer ball. I think he still keeps it in his room" the woman says, you look up only to see Rin's nervous gaze resting against the wall. You wink at him, returning your attention to the photo album of the Itoshi family, a family you have been seeing for four years now thanks to your relationship. And you love your boyfriend's mom

"Don't you think it's a bit excessive, mom?" the boy asks, but she shakes her head. “I've never had a daughter. Let me imagine it's her” she says, and he rolls his eyes before sighing “That doesn't change the motivation. Why are you showing her all these… embarrassing photos?” he asks, and you laugh "They're not embarrassing! They're cute, Rinnie" you say motioning for him to sit next to you, but he shakes his head "They're embarrassing. I know she did the same thing with Sae's girlfriend" he says, and the woman laughs "I also showed her... the other photo album. I'm sure Y/n wants to see it too" the woman says, and you raise an eyebrow, but when you turn around you see the panic on your boyfriend's face, who is chasing after his mother who has disappeared into her bedroom. The woman comes back with another album and her younger son hot on her heels "You don't have to see it. It's shit, it is" he says trying to steal the album, but the woman gives him a little slap on the hands "Be thankful I didn't step on your toes. Otherwise you wouldn't have been able to run after the ball for a while" she says placing herself next to you again, opening the album before her son can do anything

And now you understand why Rin didn't want to show it to you: every photo portrays him and his brother in the most embarrassing moments, like the first time on the toilet or with their faces full of sauce. But the photos are for some reason much worse for Rin than for Sae, photos that always portray him in a funnier way but so cute for you. Rin can't help but be embarrassed but above all guilty of this, because in the end it's thanks to him that you became such good friends, like another child, with his mother. He shouldn't have allowed it

✶ REO MIKAGE ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"You don't spoil her enough. You should raise your expectations, my girl" says the woman next to you, and you don't know how to respond without sounding ungrateful "You're right, mom. I was thinking of giving her that Cartier jewel I was telling you about this morning" your boyfriend says nodding, and you shake your arms in embarrassment "If you mean the one that costs as much as our whole house, stop it" you say, but the woman caresses your face "Why do you worry, my girl? It's the man who has to spoil you, and my son doesn't do it enough in my opinion, you being such a good girlfriend" the woman says, and you nod "Thank you ma'am, but..." you say, but she giggles "I was like that too, but then my husband, Reo's father, became crazy about me. And as proof of his love he bought me part of the moon" she says, and you jump "Really?" you ask, and Reo, seeing your emotion, concentrates "Do you want part of the moon too?" he asks, but you jump again in embarrassment "No! I mean, thanks but no..." you say, and he seems to be sad about it

"You're so young me. Reo really needs to make you his bride, you're the only girl he introduced me that I like" the woman says, and you breathe a sigh of relief "I'm pleased, Mrs. Mikage" you say letting the woman caress your face again. Reo raises an eyebrow, surprised by his mother's words "The only one you like? Not that I don't like it, but you didn't like that one too..." he says, but she pulls his ear "Do you want to compare that rat who wanted your money with this angel, Reo? Did I really raise you like that?" the woman says, and you giggle, moving to Mrs. Mikage's side “Don't you care that she loves me now, Reo?” you ask, and he grabs your hands, kissing them "I'm more than happy about it, but I remembered her words differently..." but before he can finish the sentence, his ear is pulled again "Stop this talk of remembering or not. Hurry up and put a ring on her finger instead, or someone else will do it, who will know how to spoil her better than just a simple necklace... why not the whole set?" the woman says towards her son, and you can't help but laugh but be a little embarrassed. You got the answer from where Reo got his resourcefulness, but honestly you love his mother the way she makes sure her son takes care of you

[everfallenwings]

found family; with sae itoshi -> female reader

imagine volunteering at japan's u20 working a small job but unintentionally becoming friends with SAE ITOSHI... no, not having the usual equal respect and companionship, or expectant friends to lovers. you're the same age as his little brother, so he oddly treats you like a little sister. the weird thing? he's so nonchalant about it.

"excuse me, but they're confirming if you wanted a red or white zip up again..." twiddling with your fingers softly before pointing to your pushy bosses, you seem to be making good friends with the floor while speaking to a famous, pro-league, good-looking but mean soccer player (sae itoshi). your classmates were all practically screaming at how lucky you were to secure volunteer service in professional sports, in professional soccer. i mean, the card collecter boys in your class were practically feining, asking you for autographs and other stupid favours. maybe you could ask for a picture, yeah—you were definitely going to ask sae itoshi for a picture, but that thought was soon dispersed at the man's dismisive tone. "white is fine," the midfielder curtly replies, with a straight face and one hand planted on the side of his hip. "how old are you?" he looks down at you with the world's most unreadable gaze and ridiculously long lower lashes, "sixteen." you reply, finally facing him. "oh," sae dryly responds, that bored look in his eyes in never, "you're about the same age as my little brother."

oh!

"[name], come here." sae itoshi murmurs, laying flat on the floor in the middle of the training center, you look around the empty facility at five in the morning, confirming if he was even POSSIBLY speaking to you again. "yeah?" he tuts on the floor, lifting a muscled leg in your field of vision, "i need help stretching, pull on my leg."

your eyes scan hesitantly over the dangling cleat, before your hands lock around his ankle, attempting to pull and soothe his strange stretching, though definitely failing. why was the midfielder so heavy? he wasn't even trying to make this easier by at least slightly lifting himself. "you're bad at this, not even lukewarm." he'd say, though his tone didn't show any real frustation or intended offense. instead, cerulean eyes blow open when you pull a little too hard and hear something crack that most likely wasn't supposed to.

on other days, he'd pat your head and buy you a popsicle, two for the price of one was a better deal, anyway.

and on the day of japan's u20 verus blue lock's eleven, when RIN ITOSHI's piercing gaze catches the melting popsicle clutched in your hand and sae handing you a napkin, he freezes. his gaze softens in a way that doesn't melt away at the icy chambers of his heart, but instead softens and melts it wholly intead. that day, you were genuinely bewildered and confused that blue lock's number one gave you more dirty looks that day than any actual player on the field.

"your brother is scary," you mutter, causing the taller midfielder beside you perk up in interest. "he kept giving me death glares." sae rolls his eyes at the thought, "maybe he likes you, i dunno. he's in his rebillious phase." it truly made you, at your adolescent age, realise that sae itoshi's head was entirely hollow when not thinking about football. buuut, he buys you ice cream, so who really cares?

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