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stxrmylxve · 11 months

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You down for it?

~Notes: cussing, flirting, mentions of a gang bang (but it doesn't happen), car sex, unprotected sex, size kink, hair pulling kink

~Pairing: fem!reader x sae itoshi

You sighed to yourself, brushing your hair behind your ears. The sun had been blinding outside today, making your taste buds salivate anytime you saw a drink.

"You fucker. I am not dating them!"

You stopped putting out the supplies for the soccer game and turned around with a frown to see where the ruckus was coming from, gazing across the field to find Sae Itoshi fighting with Kaiser and a few of their friends tagging along behind.

"Yeah right. I see the way you look at them in class, I'm not an idiot Sae." Kaiser teases as he runs away, almost toppling over as he turned to sprint as Sae began to charge after him.

You giggled to yourself as your teacher passed by, correcting yourself and turning back around with an awkward cough as you continued taking things out of the box.

You heard shuffling from behind you, which you thought was from one of your classmates, but when you turned again to look who it was, it was simply the other group cleaning up. You quickly turned away with a scowl, already getting a whiff of their outside stench as you finished up and checked out, heading to the storage room nearby.

“Dude I’m telling you, she is a two in one package.”

“Shut up Kaiser, don’t talk about people like that-“

“No but.. we can share her, yeah? Come onn, you know I’m right about y/n.”

“Shut up. Even if she did like me back, your grubby hands wouldn’t get a fuckin’ touch on her.” you could pratically hear the eye roll in his tone as he stepped out of the room, almost bumping into you with a grumble.

“Oh, hey.” he says awkwardly, avoiding your stern gaze as he pretended to check the time on the clock.

“Really?” you ask with a laugh as he reverts his eyes back down to yours, looking away to hide the small blush creeping up.

“What?” he asks sheepishly

“You’re gonna’ go around saying stuff like that and think you can just walk out here like I heard nothing?” you giggle as he flushes even harder.

“I was hoping so. Maybe I could get your number a little easier that way.” he mumbles as Kaiser walks out, slamming into his back with a small curse before straightening himself up upon seeing you.

“Hey y/n.” he says with a small smile as you offer one back, but Sae was not amused.

“Fuck off Kai.” he grumbles as he locks his hand around the back of your neck and guides you away, not moving to make conversation but rather to just get you away from his friend.

“So.. you gonna explain that?” you ask with a giggle as he pushes you into the car, shutting the door before walking around and settling in the drivers seat beside you.

“No.” he says with a grin as you roll your eyes.

“So you basiacally just confessed to me, and you’re gonna’ act like this?”

“Last time I checked, you were the one gushing to your friends about wanting to get in my pants.” he shoots back, taking away all other remarks you could have had to argue with.

“Uhm.. well yeah. But what does it matter? Every girl wants to do the same with you.” you look out the window as Sae places his palm on your cheek, guiding your face back over to face his.

“Cause you’re better. Now I say we put up the visors,” he suggests as he puts up his, “so we can get to ‘work’. You down for it?”

The sloppy thrusts slowed as Sae leaned over your smaller figure, your hands snaking up his neck to his hair. Small moans slipped past your lips as his lips covered yours, his soon moving to your next to suck small hickeys all along your neck and collarbone for show tomorrow.

“You- h- Sae come on now.” you deadpan with a breathy laugh as he grumbles against your skin, mutter a small ‘no one will know it was me’ before continuing his work.

One in particular sent sparks through you as your head jerked back, subconsciously gripping and pulling Sae’s hair as he let out a soft groan as well. He gave you a challenging grin after you built up the courage to meet his eyes, mouthing a small mocking ‘really?’ to you.

And that was all it took for the man to flip you over and to smash your face into the seats, securing your hands behind your back with his belt as he abused your small little cunt. His eyes would flutter back to where y’all were both connected, only edging him on to plow into your even faster.

“You know how perfect you are, right? Kaiser could never fuck you as good as I do.” Sae whispers into your ear as he sits you up, angling even deeper to hit unimaginable spots like never before to rip angelic moans out of you.

“I- mh- close!” was all you could mutter out as Sae grinned ear-to-ear like a madman, edging you on with sweet nothings before saying “come for me darl’”

He wasn’t long after you, your walls clamping down on him as you babbled in his arms. The sweat beading along the plush near your lace bra fit perfectly with the fucked expression on your face as your glossy gaze met his lusty one.

“Y’know, you’re freakier than you look.” Sae laughs as you roll your eyes, laying down on the seats as he pulled out and reached up front to grab something.

“Only for a few.” you reply as you glance at the mess, grimacing when you thought of the sheer price of the car you had just fucked in.

“Sorry uh.. for the mess in your car. It’s probably worth more than my parents combined.” you joked as he scoffed, clearly disapproving of the indirect title as a ‘rich boy’.

“Not like I value it. Plus, this was fuckin’ worth it.” he says as he slaps a few $100s on your thigh, patting your thigh for good measure as he pulled his boxers on and put his jersey and shorts on after.

“Well, that should give me enough energy for the game tonight.” he says with a small smile, kissing the top of your head.

“My number is on the sticky note on the back, let’s do this again.”

And with that, he hopped out of the car with his bag, shutting the door behind him before taking off towards the locker rooms again, a small smile still on his face as he ruffled his hair to look a bit more normal. You sat there baffled, not sure what to do from this point on as you glanced down at the money resting on your leg.

Yeah, maybe you were up for it.

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pashminalamb · 2 years

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𝔹ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦; 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝟐𝟑 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 (𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞/ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭), 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

୨⍣୧｡ Tags : degradation, use of toys, exhibitionism (kinda), CNC, teasing in public, jealous! Sae, dom!mean!Sae, bratty!reader, spit play, pussy slapping, clit pinching, possessiveness.

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୨⍣୧｡ A/N : Yes, I will be adding an additional part 2 this

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 : @𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬-𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

“Mhm Sae not in here…” you protested, your moans being swallowed by the man in front of you as he pressed you against the door, his hands pinning down your wrists by your head while he littered kisses on your neck.

“Yes in here.” He said, licking the sensitive spot of your neck, biting into it lightly, drawing out a strained mewl from your lips. “You wanted to be a slut for them earlier right? Too bad. The only hands that go on you are mine. The only privilege I’ll give them is hearing you right…”

He leaned closer to your ear, biting the lower lobe of it.

“Through.”

“This. Fucking. Door.” he said between littering kisses on your ear. Pulling away with his cerulean eyes meeting yours, he traced the bottom of your lip with his thumb,

“You’re gonna do something for me.”

Eyebrows pinched you wondered what he was planning to do to you. Reaching into the back of his pocket, he pulled out something small and pink.

Was that…?

“It’s an egg vibrator. And before you ask, yes. I was planning to use this on you tonight. The last time we had a party, Oliver wouldn’t stop talking about the ‘fuck me’ eyes you were giving him. Bastard fucking taunted me in the sauna, with how much he wanted to get into your pants. But…” he said, fingers lightly caressing your neck.

“No one gets this pussy except me. Isn’t that right dove?”

No one knew. No one knew that you and the midfielder were seeing each other; the camera always on the lookout for the person that the player was secretly seeing… not to mention the breach of the contract with you being the manager.

You nodded with a whimper, hands circling around his shoulders to keep him in place as he went back to licking your neck, his hands moving towards the skirt you were wearing.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty girl.” He commanded, hand tapping on your inner thigh. Bashful, you hid your face in his chest, spreading your legs wide open for him with the dark spot on your stockings visible.

“Look at how messy you are.” He admired, the tips of his fingers lightly teasing the outer folds of your cunt.

“Guess my spit won’t be needed huh?” He chuckled darkly, hand becoming rough as he massaged your pussy, drawing moans out of you. Pulling away to stare into your eyes, he didn’t stop, fingers entering slightly in and out, teasing your wet folds.

“Beg me for my spit.”

Clenching your legs as you felt his fingers rub tight circles into your clit on purpose, you let out mewls, biting into his shoulders as your fingers dug into his shirt. Feeling his hand pull away, you lifted your head to look up at him, only to be met with a cruel gaze briefly with a sharp slap on your cunt.

“I said. Beg. For. My. Fucking. Spit.”

“Please. Sae. I want your spit. Make me wet. Please.” You begged, hands shaking at his shirt lightly as he gave you a dark grin.

“Good girl.” He said, giving a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, kneeling down to come face to face with the wet sight in front of him.

“Now. Watch me, dove.”

Collecting spit on the top of his tongue, he let it fall onto two of his fingers, separating the digits to show you strings of saliva. Using the pads of his forefinger and middle finger, he toyed with your clit, looking up at you. Feeling embarrassed, you turned your head to the side, ear placed on the door where you could hear the sounds of low party music and people chattering in the background. Disappointed, Sae pitched your clit, causing you to tense with a broken scream, feeling a slap to your wet core after.

“What did I just say about looking away?”

“To keep watching you.” You grimaced, chest heaving from the intensity of it all.

“Haven’t even fucked you dumb yet and look at you. Already a mess in your head and pretty pussy.” He commented, monotoned. “We don’t want the people outside to think we’re missing do we? Need to follow through with the formalities.” He added, using the head of the vibrator to spread your essence.

“Get it nice and wet… and….” He tantalized in a low raspy voice, inserting the vibrator into you, the silicone string of it hanging out. “It’s in.”

“Give this needy a thing a peck.” he said, giving your lower abdomen a kiss, pulling your stockings up, wiping your essence off his hand crudely.

“For the rules.” He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “This is the lowest.” He said, pressing on the screen as you felt the small hum of the vibrator inside you.

“And this… is the highest.” He said with a shrug, pressing on the screen again as you clenched your thighs together, the vibrations of the tiny device so strong that it drew out a whine and made your knees buckle.

“If you’re able to get through the party like this. I’ll reward you. Offer might be… something as exquisite as having my tongue down that needy cunt or if you’re a really good girl and make that pussy behave, I’ll let you ride my face.” he challenged, his head tilting to the side. “Can do that for me, dove?”

“Yes, Sae.”

“Good.” He said with a small smirk, leaning in to give you a passionate kiss, hands lowering to your hips, his fingers pressing into the skin of your waist.

“Let’s go.” He said, giving a pats to your ass as he pushed open the door behind you. “I’ll go first. And then you come out after 4.”

Waiting until the time went by, you walked out of the closet, walking towards the full length mirror in the guest room to make sure you looked presentable. Taking a deep breath you made sure to keep a calm composure despite the acts you were engaged minutes prior. Your heels slapped against the marble as you began to walk towards the living room, your walk going at a slow pace, considering that you had a vibrator lodged up your cunt.

“Manager~ you made it! Thought you dipped on us and went home than going to the bathroom. Not a fan of alcohol?” Aiku asked, raising his glass of liquor.

“You know that that’s bad for you right, Oliver? Even coach said that…” you scolded him sternly. Placing his finger to your lips, he shushed you with the pucker of his lips.

“Shhhhh. It’s not the time to get upset, manager. Its my party, and I’ll drink if I want to~” he singsonged.

“And stuff like this is alright once in a while. You should learn to let loose.” He chuckled, pulling his hand back.

Sae watched the interaction between the both you, eyes narrowing at the closeness of Oliver and you. Pulling out his phone, he began to drag his finger across the screen making sure to let you know that he still had his gaze on you. Feeling the slow hum of the vibrator in your cunt, your knees began to shake ; the urge to let out a moan driving your mind hazy.

Taking a look across the room you watched as Sae stared at his phone with his eyebrows raised, having a nonchalant pose as if he were just going through social media or his messages… as if he weren’t playing the jealous act of protecting his toy.

Jackass.

However you were grateful about the setting not being high like he had demonstrated before, causing your composure to be a mess and desperate for nothing but pleasurable friction stretching the walls of your cunt until you were satisfied.

“Manager….? Are you alright?” Aiku asked with the raise of an eyebrow as he watched you grip your hand tightly.

“Yeah… it’s just a little chilly…” you stuttered awkwardly.

“Well…” Oliver drawled giving you a snide smirk. “I know how to warm a woman up in more ways than one.”

You felt the vibrator turn higher, the pulse of it make your walls quiver with the need to be fucked hard and raw. Turning to give the side eye you watch as Sae took a sip of his liquor, one hand on his phone with his poker face.

Still playing his game? Maybe… you could break a few rules and let him have the taste of his own medicine; punishment be damned.

Placing a hand on Oliver’s shoulder you leaned closer to him, king sure to give Sae the perfect view, making sure to look at him straight in the eye. Making sure… to make him tick with the image before him as being as scandalous as it looked.

“I might take you up on that offer… Oliver.”

Pushing his finger higher against the screen, he narrowed his eyes at you, placing his half empty glass of water on the table, soon turning the humming off, making you want to fall until your knees kissed the floor with your body shaking until you felt relieved when it stopped.

Taking long strides towards the two of you, he was quick to step between Aiku and you.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“No. Not really. Was about to drop the pretty lady home.” Aiku answered, giving him a smug smile, completely aware of the fact that Sae was uncomfortable, the expression on his face being the same yet laced with a hint of irritation. You forced an awkward smile on your face, feeling the intensity of the suspension between both the men.

“I was just about to take up the offer.” you added, giving him an all knowing not-so-innocent smile.

Sae knew you were testing his patience, giving you the look of a warning with the grit of his teeth, making his jaw flex in anger. Good. It wasn’t fair only one could play this game.

“Allow me.” Sae spoke walking past you to take his coat and yours off the hooks that held them at the entrance of the house.

“I could still drop her. You don’t have to bother Sae. It’s my housewarming after all.” Oliver responded with a smug smile. “Why bother yourself with something as trivial as leaving her home? Pretty sure the midfielder has more… pressing matters to attend to?”

“Shut your drunk mouth.” he retorted causing the brunette to chuckle. Taking your forearm in a firm grasp, his warning like eyes shot to yours.

“Let’s go.”

Walking the both of you walk out, Aiku chuckled to himself.

How long were they planning to keep this up? The walls in his house weren’t that thick.

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svatleena-delvera · 1 month

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If only you know what i know

Sae itoshi x GN reader

Warnings: no fluff, angst

🍓as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me 🍓

"let's stop this mess"

"what?." You're confused at sae's words

"i wanna end this relationship"

You're eyes are widen and you raise your head from his shoulder to look at him

"what do you mean, did i do something wrong, i didn't forget any important things?"

Sae stop you from talking and just walked to the bedroom

"sae please what's wrong? Please i don't wanna end this relationship you promise me that we'll always be together I love you-"

You're words was cut by sae

"sometimes love cant be promise, you think ive loved you?"

You became silent frozen while his there taking all his clothes his really leaving you

You didn't think of anything and just hug him

"please sae please.. dont leave.. i love you"

He shrugged you off him and drag his bag

You kissed him and he gave in but pushed you away

"please sae-"

"i cheated on you.."

"what"

Theres so many happening here you wanna ask everything

"you don't deserve me, i fucked another woman than you i slept with her and kisses he-"

Sae's words didn't continue when a hand slap on his face

"how could you do this to me?. Sae i loved you, we've been together for 5 years..5 fucking years and this is what i get for loving you.!?...you know what its better if you leave now"

Sae nodded and said goodbye but you didn't make any eye contact with him you're just waiting for him to get the hell out of your apartment

"you have cancer, and I'm afraid that.. that you're son wont survive in this case, there are warnings that you didn't notice in him, its either he kept on nose bleeding"

Sae washes his nose it kept on bleeding but he shrugged it and thought it was just because of heat

"or losing weight"

When he step on the scale the nurse said he lost 3kg before he lost 2kg he kept losing weight every check up

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He curse himself, he was panicking everything went on his mind but the one that was pinned is you, how are you gonna react to this

His been covering his hair with wigs because he didn't want you to see it

He quits soccer yet you didn't know he excused that its their break so he can spend more time with you before he say his final goodbyes

His good at hiding his weak legs

If he tells you this you will never move on, you will not stop until his better, he knows your stubborn that's why its better to make you cry now when his still alive than his dead body

You didn't know that was the last kissed

Only 7 days now..

He looked up and tears suddenly fell from his eyes

If only you know what i know

He smiled and left a note saying

I love you too..

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tenjiiku · 11 months

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the hanshin expressway

Sae does not meet you on your wedding day.

You do not even show up.

Instead, he finds you in a cold and brumal hospital room of Sumitomo Hospital. Sitting aimlessly in the waiting area, and still in his tuxedo, its fabric and himself are a mess. Sweat trickles down his brow, mingling with the rain that soaked his clothes. His eyes dart around the sterile white walls, and Sae tries to ignore the incessant pounding and smothering feeling deep in his chest. His left leg refuses to obey, springing in an ever constant motion. He feels people around him, but does not bother to pay them his heed. Except for his mother’s hand gripping his, her thumb painting small circles into his skin, he is not particularly grounded. The face of one of your bridesmaids — or family members, he cannot remember — is etched in his memory like a haunting apparition. It swam before his eyes, her trembling voice echoing in his ears.

“Y/n, she’s—she’s been taken to Sumitomo. They— They’re saying it was a drunk driver.”

Sae leans his neck against the palms of his hands, wrapping his fingers around his back. If he closes his eyes hard enough he can pretend it is your touch.

When he lifts his head again — he does not know how much time has passed — a doctor enters the isolated waiting room. Sae lifts up onto his feet almost instantaneously, meeting him halfway.

“Itoshi-san,” he tips his head, Sae furrows his brow, “Doctor Tachibana, lead surgeon. I oversaw your fiance’s surgery.”

Sae does not let him finish his dialogue, and is a bit perturbed to find his voice so hoarse, “She will be fine?”

Doctor Tachibana stills, and Sae knows it is not the best attestation. The room is too quiet, too suffocating. Sae does not like hospitals as they are, he detests them in an entirely new light now.

"I am sorry to inform you," the doctor begins, his voice a low murmur, "Your fiancée has suffered a severe brain injury in the car accident. While her physical condition is stable, there has been an unforeseen complication.”

“Her CT scans showed intracerebral haemorrhaging. In situations like these, we keep patients under a temporary comatose state, so as to give them time to recover and recuperate.”

Sae suddenly feels small in the cold and barren waiting room. It feels barren despite the gasps he hears. He has forgotten others are here, close friends and family. They do not feel as close as they did seven hours ago.

“How long?” Sae asks, trying to control the shakiness of his voice.

Doctor Tachibana’s face morphs into something solemn. Still, it remains composed, something Sae appreciates, because if he were to look at him with sympathy he would probably lose his head.

“Two weeks at most,” he states, “But you may visit her now if you like.”

Sae feels a heat rush to his stomach, and travels down to his legs. They feel weak, like he has run miles. For the first time since he arrived there, he turns to look behind him. The families of three of your bridesmaids that were with you in the accident are gone, presumably to greet their treated, awakened daughters. A few of your friends remain, staring at him like an anomaly. His mother is closest to him. Her features are morphed into discontent and sorrow. She had urged Sae to take her with him when he learned of the news at the chapel. He feels his resentment grow, fester and bubble inside his cauldron of a head. Why did it have to be you?

He looks back at the doctor, and nods.

You wake up on the twelfth day since the accident. You had always been more eager than most.

Sae sits next to your bedside, his hand gripping onto yours. His eyes focus on the way your empty ring finger tightens around his skin. The ring had been damaged in the crash. Sae had gone out yesterday to purchase the same design, so a fresh jewel dressed your finger. His lips lay flat in concern, intently watching as your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. The nurse that had been watching over you stands by your side, observing his actions. Sae does not pay her mind.

“Y/n,” Sae breathes, “come back. Come back to me.”

He finds it easy to plead, because you will probably forget this. You will come back to him and tease him for his uncharacteristic behaviour, his worried conduct. You will call him names and let him hold onto you.

Slowly, your eyes open. Sae holds back a breath as you grunt quietly, eyelashes fluttering open — looking at him, then the nurse. Millions of emotions run through your irises, Sae notices this and tightens his grip around your hand.

“L/n Y/n?” The nurse speaks up softly, grounding your anxious state of mind, “You are alright. You are in a hospital. You were injured in a car accident, but you are alright now.”

You move your head around groggily, eyes narrowed in confusion. You toss your face towards Sae’s side, and the sight of you breathing is enough for water to fill his eyes. He has never felt like this. So relieved.

Your eyes flutter towards the hand holding yours, and Sae follows your line of gaze. He smiles weakly, chuckling even more softly and looks at you. A small scar is etched onto your forehead, a reminder of what you had been through.

“Hey,” he greets quietly, expecting some snarky remark or teasing laughter.

Yet you do not do anything but stare at him, your eyebrows furrowing deeper into bewilderment. Sae stills at your expression, and turns to the nurse. She is already looking at him, eyes wide with a sort of realisation.

“My head hurts,” your voice is unusually small, “doctor.”

Sae looks back at you. You are still looking at him. His face pales, and he feels a warmth travel to his head.

“Doctor?” You question, still staring at him with confusion.

Sae lets go of your hand. His eyes widened, and his lips lay flat.

“Y/n,” he whispers, “It’s me.”

You tilt your head, making a foreign feeling wash over his body like a restless tsunami. Sae feels himself grow lightheaded when you respond.

“Who?”

When you were seven and living in Hyogo, your neighbourhood lined nets around your balconies to prevent pigeons and other birds from finding themselves a home in them. You nurtured a small pigeon, safeguarding the nest it had built next to the radish plant your mother had planted, and the detachable bath bed. You would supply her with feed which you purchase with the pocket money you would collect taking the local residents' garbage down to the chute, as the complex you lived in was rather ancient and did not possess one on each floor. Your father had discovered what had been going on, and one day when you came back from school, the pigeon, its nest, and the eggs it had laid were gone. The old man had made you watch it as he discarded them, berating you for your — what you thought to be, and for all intents and purposes, was — a good deed.

Sae remembers when you had told him this story. It had been before he learned how to open up to you — before he knew he liked it when he laid his head in your lap and you ran your fingers through his hair — and it had been one of those moments where Sae had felt utterly vulnerable, even despite the story being more of a direct infliction upon you than him. He remembers sitting next across from you, the doors of your balcony open and you gazing out at the torrential rain’s never-ending onslaught when you told him the pains of your adolescence.

He remembers how sad you had looked — gentle, sweet and kindhearted you. And he remembers feeling the urge to hold you. Because it was the first time he voluntarily felt such a gripping emotion. He recalls the way your nimble fingers trembled around your second mug of jasmine tea, and he looks back on the way you turned to him with a forced smile, as if it was the easiest thing to do — to bear yourself and all of your little idiosyncrasies in front of him, no walls, no windows.

Just you and him. You, reprimanded for your selfless displays of kindness. Him, admonished for his lack of expressing his.

It was hard not to let himself fall into you.

The doctors told him your MRI scans and behaviour showed that you had procured selective amnesia. You had no recollection of the time you had spent with him for the past five years, or anyone for that matter. No memory of the nights spent in the apartment complex you moved into after your parents had passed, no evocation on the first time you met Sae in the laundromat when he moved in a year later after retiring.

Sae feels his hands shake, so he places them on his knees. It was two in the afternoon, visiting hours.

It applied to him despite his title, because you wanted it to.

He waits for you at an isolated bench out in the courtyard at the centre of the hospital. Sae’s eyes are trained on the single entrance, and he perks up when he notices you open the door. You approach him with a tight lipped smile, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Sae notices your hesitation of taking a seat beside him, so he moves to the left to make room. You take a seat next to him, to the far right. He digs his fingers into his palms until it hurts. You do not say anything, neither does he. You both stare at the long leaves of the wisteria tree you are under, moving along with the light wind.

Your voice is stronger than when you had first woken up, but it still carries the familiar gentle tone to it, just in a different octave.

“My parents… they passed away, didn’t they?”

Sae turns to meet your perturbed gaze. He stills when he realises he has encountered the version of you three years before you met one another. His chest aches at the expression you paint over your visage. How lonely you must have been, and he was not yet there.

“…Yes,” Sae admits, because even before the accident he could never lie to you.

You slump back into the wood of the bench and look down at your lap solemnly. You sigh shakily, eyes trained on the diamond that gleams under the mid-afternoon autumn sunlight of Osaka.

“We… we were engaged?”

You sound so unsure, yet a day ago you had whined to him about wanting to show your wedding dress to him before anyone else. Sae has to collect himself, to prevent the bitterness and anger in his tone from seeping through his words.

“Yes. We are.”

When he corrects your tense, you look at him, doubtful. Sae has to break eye contact first because he does not know how to make anything when you look at him like he is foreign — like anything but your beloved. Sae never thought he was particularly indigent of your affections until he was starved of them.

“Who am I staying with?” You inquire, tone growing a bit anxious.

Sae joins his hands together, not knowing how to answer you. Everything you do tells him you do not want anything to do with him. He cannot hate you, but he cannot help the resentment slowly begin to fester at the situation.

He tells you the truth, because Sae can never be dishonest with you — even in sickness.

“Me,” he states, quickly building on when he sees the flash of concern wash over your face, “You, you had moved into a place in Yamagata, but we moved out last month. If you want, you can stay at a hotel.”

Sae irks at the way relief washes over you.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

You look down at your lap once more, lips slightly twitching with a fake sense of amusement at the situation. Sae has no idea what you are feeling. He did not quite know how to handle when you first met, but after spending half a decade together, he taught himself as a sort of expert in his dealings with you. This was an entirely new ballpark. You did not know him. And, for all intents and purposes, he does not know you.

“Where are my belongings?” You ask after a couple moments of silence.

“At our place,” Sae answers a bit too fanatically, “I can… I can move them.”

“Is that not a lot of work?”

“I can do it,” Sae speaks to you gently, afraid that if he were to raise his voice it would scare you away.

“I do not want you to do anything for me, Itoshi-san,” you say and his chest tightens at the way you address him, like an incongruence in your life. Like something that does not belong with you. He has never thought you would feel that way.

You do not say anything else for a while. Sae thinks you notice the clutch you have on him, and the way he falters ever so slightly at your words. Even in your current state you watch over him, and Sae has to catch himself from falling. You were still gentle to him, even when you did not need to be.

“I… can stay with you. Until, until I can figure everything out. The doctor told me it would be good for regaining my memories… going back to my routine and all.”

Sae turns to you. A silence falls over both of you.

You laugh bitterly underneath your breath, “What choice do I have?”

Sae does not think you meant to hurt him with the rhetorical question, but it still stings despite his better judgement. Because this is not fair. Not for him. And definitely not for you.

“Okay,” Sae swallows the lump in his throat for your sake, “Okay.”

When you are the first one to break your gaze — the one that bore into his, staring at him as though he is a stranger — Sae ponders on whether it would have been better had you simply left him at the altar, rather than face this. He could face the impudence of others, he always has been able to. Sae thought he could have guided himself through your indifference if you were to ever direct it towards him. Perhaps it was because of the tiny foreboding within him, locked deep down and never verbalised to you, reminding him you would never treat him as such. Maybe it was his ego.

Whatever it was — it breaks by one look of your incertitude.

He stands up. But, before he leaves, your voice rings out.

“What—What about Sonoda-san?”

He turns towards you, lips laid flat. When he does not answer you immediately, he knows that you have realised the situation. Yet he cannot provide you any semblance of comfort.

Sae walks out of the courtyard without a second look, leaving you alone at the bench.

You do not call for him again.

“A brain injury is like a broken photo album, where cherished memories are lost, scattered, and hard to put back together. It is much more fragile and responds to treatment rather peculiarly. But, with patience and time, it may heal,” Doctor Tachibana had told Sae the day you were discharged from the hospital. Although the sentiment was kind, it did not do much to soothe the growing ache augmenting between both of you.

The car ride back home was scalding. You do not speak a word and in situations like these Sae does not know where to place himself. He did not want probabilities of your recovery, of the small likelihood of you bothering him with your many stories and tales of your present and past. Sae wanted the guarantee, he wanted it now.

When he pulls into the driveway of the house he had procured you both, his eyes soften when he sees how yours widens at the sight. You gaze out the window like a newborn fawn not knowing how to operate its legs.

“We… lived here?” You question quietly, still utilising the past tense.

“Live,” Sae corrects. You shake your head and nod.

“Right,” you laugh weakly, “right.”

He turns the engine off, going towards the passenger side to open your door. But you do it before him, and Sae steps to the side, taken aback. You look at him hesitantly.

“Sorry—,” he starts, “force of habit.”

When he thinks of grabbing your hand, he stops himself short. He bends all four of his fingers and tucks them under his thumb. Instead, he reaches for your bag. You watch him carefully, but do not refute his actions, which relieves Sae more than he thought it would.

“Sonoda-san was a fortune teller, did you know?” Your voice carries a childlike enthusiasm, as you converse with Sae. Seated underneath the aforementioned Sonoda-san’s kotatsu, in her living room after you had put the elderly woman to sleep, you peel six potatoes for her. To have them prepared for her when she awakes.

Sonoda Sumiko for all intents and purposes, was the only true friend you had managed to procure your entire time spent in Yamagata. She was Sonoda-san for you, Sumiko-chan to her school friends, Miko to her late husband, and a gift to many — yourself being the most present in the bunch. You had told Sae many stories — of herself and you. Sonoda-san and Y/n-chan’s adventures, the old hag and the bitter girl, two neighbours with an unbreakable friendship — your words not his.

“Was she?” Sae murmurs, seated on the low coach behind the kotatsu. The two of you had come over for a hotpot, a regular occurrence after you had met each other nearly half a year ago. Sonoda-san was a sort of mediator between the two of you — mostly you because you had disliked Sae for some time when you had learned that she was sending him three meals a day the first month he had moved into the apartment complex. Three doors down from yours.

“Mmm,” you hum, “I used to force her to read my palms when I was particularly upset.”

“When would those times be?”

“Typically around May,” you start. Sae stills, realising what you implied.

“I know Sonoda-san told you about my parents. Don’t apologise.”

Sae fists his hands together. The woman had told him of your past, for what purpose he did not particularly know. Perhaps she had seen something in him he had not seen himself. Sae did not think of himself as a sort of expert on grief, he never quite managed his way through it either.

“Surely you have others,” He says as a way of patching the hole up. You only but laugh.

“Most of my relationships are acquaintanceships,” you start, “I know that if I disappeared, although perhaps Tachibana-san may be upset, Sonoda-san will cry, and so will the children, they will all eventually move on.”

Turning towards him, Sae stills as your eyes disarm him.

“You’re… an exception. Your parents want you. They have a need for you, I could not have said the same for myself five years ago.”

Sae furrows his eyebrows, and a light scowl lifts onto his lips. “Stop,” he urges.

“It’s okay,” You smile, truthfully. Your expression does not reek of self-pity, like he has seen on so many others. There is a refined look to you, as though you have worked out every kink within yourself, moulding into a perfect shape to survive. “Being needed is not that important to me. It is the same way you need to breathe air. It would be rather difficult to replace it, but you will overcome it eventually.”

“To be needed is to be forgotten,” you look down at the root vegetable in your hand, a fond expression on your visage, “I’d rather be unnecessary than have the ability to be forgotten.”

Sae stares at your solemn features. The way your hair is parted, draping down your shoulders. The small hands that gripped the back of his shirt when you yanked it cooking for Sonoda-san — had been through quite a lot. They were years younger than he was. There are cuts on your fingers, accidental scars on your palms. You had never taken care to present yourself in a purposely fashionable lens. Sometimes when he looks at you, he wonders what you have been through. What things you have done for the two of you to meet like this. He knows his past, but you are an entirely new anomaly.

“I’ve… come to terms with this. This hunger inside of me, it will never be satisfied. At least, no one would be willing to amuse it,”

You laugh softly. It is raining outside, and Sae feels a fire in his loins, something he has not felt since he left the field. His chest pulls, but he does not think it is his injury this time.

“I would,” Sae’s voice is weak, childish, and, above all, full of a need. He murmurs your name, for the first time since you met one another half a year ago in the laundromat. “I would.”

When you open your mouth, presumably to refute Sae’s confession, he finds the sudden urge to admonish you, to prevent you from spewing an elaborate argument. Because that would be no good to quell the warmth inside of him, the ever growing want and need. He did not know when it happened. But last Tuesday when he spilled his tea all over himself, and he thought of you teasing his appearance and lack of attention or motor skills, Sae knew he was gone. Far gone from when he was 18, even more so at 34.

Before you can say anything, he presses his lips against yours.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but your memories remained elusive. Sae dedicated himself to helping you regain what was lost, you tried your best to cooperate, but as much as you wished to feel the connection he spoke of, it remained an abstract concept, distant and intangible. He tells his family not to visit, because you still feel uncomfortable. He has to often help you walk up and down the stairs, because along with your memory your motor functions refuse to cooperate at times.

Late in the night, Sae sits alone near the open engawa, gazing out at the sky. He thinks of you, of his love for you. He’s rationed it for nearly half a decade, often taking you for granted because you were his — and he was yours. It had become a commonality in his life, something he did not need to think about constantly. Doubt, persistently, on your end. When the very ground beneath him was crumbling, it was difficult not to lose his footing. It felt like overthinking how to breathe and forgetting for half a second. Undeniably exigent.

It is raining. He hears a small cough behind him, and turns to see you.

You are wrapped in a throw blanket, donned in one of his shirts. He never told you it was his clothes you preferred to wear. Everything about yourself seemed to make you uncomfortable. It was idiotic and reprehensible, but when Sae sees you in his clothes, it makes him feel like he still is part of you, even without you being aware of it.

“I— I couldn’t sleep,” You whisper soundly into the quiet dressing room. The natural moonlight paints your visage in a beautiful glow. Sae feels the dramatic urge to hold you, but he does not. Instead, he tilts his head to the right of him, urging you to sit. You do listen to him for once. Maybe you started to trust him after a month into this routine procedure between the two of you, or perhaps you were growing bored.

“Nightmare?” Sae asks, not looking at you.

“Something like that…” You answer, voice a bit tremulous. Sae turns his head towards your direction. You wrap your arms around yourself.

“I—,” you choke, then you sigh before continuing, “I feel overwhelmed. Like my head is about to implode. I think it’d be best for both of us if it would.”

Sae is quick to lambast your statement, “Don’t say that.”

You lift your legs up and rest your chin on your knees, conforming yourself into a small sphere-like shape, trying not to take up any space. It hurts Sae, only you can hurt him so. You tremble, and there is nothing he can do. You bruise yourself trying to make sense of the past five years by yourself, and he cannot aid you — not when you do not want anything to do with him.

“How… How was I like…, before?” You ask like a petulant child, voice muffled and hoarse. The inquire takes Sae by surprise. You never asked him such a thing before, he has never needed to verbalise his feelings or your character for you.

One day you woke up beside him, and he had told you to stay — your relationship was founded on the very basis of unspoken affection. Sae found it nonessential.

Yet, you gaze at him with a want — a need to know. He cannot deprive this of you no matter how confining it may make him feel. He looks away from your heated stare.

“You always put whipped cream in your coffee, and you never take it warm. You drink it two times a day, most of the time, but have been trying to cut it back to one. You store the china your mother gave you in the left upmost cupboard, out of your reach because it was the last thing she left in your care and you never wanted to lose it.”

Sae feels you stare. He turns to look at you, his tone growing weak.

“You tutored the kids in the apartment building we used to live in. You made them plant chrysanthemums in small pots to give to their mother’s.”

“Why would I do that?” you whisper, voice breaking and Sae wants to hold you — but he cannot.

“You were gentle,” Sae explains, exhaling slowly from his chest. He finds it putrid how weak his voice sounds to him, “sweet.”

He looks down, a bitter smile on his lips as he laughs in the same tone, “Drove me mad. Rin always preferred your company over mine. I would grow angry at times.”

You huff heatedly, not knowing how to articulate Sae’s remarks, he presumes. He sees the way you waver, ever so little. When he turns to look at you he recalls when you had confessed to him many years ago that you were petrified of being unwanted. Sae realises he is very similar to you in that extent, if you were the cause for it.

“I was never the gentle type. You were,” Sae murmurs.

You choke a little, “You loved me that much?”

Sae does not say anything: neither confirms or denies your question yet when his throat bobs at the sight of your eyes filling with tears, the answer is clear. He is frightened to find his voice so weak.

“I know you are awake right now because of the storm,” Sae states instead, hoping it would convey his fear and need, “Because it reminds you of him.”

At his remark, you smile. It looks and feels astringent, and though tears fill your eyes you come closer to him for the first time since the accident. Sae holds himself to the wooden floors, feeling a chill run up his spine. He chalks it up to the cold but knows that is a lie when you place your fingers ever so slightly on top of the skin of his hand. They burn through him.

“It—It is like I have been asleep for five years, like— like I’ve lost something I never had.” You confess, voice weak and afraid.

“You have me,” Sae confers immediately, disquieted at the lack of control he possesses in front of you, “You have me. You have me until you do not want me anymore.”

“Itoshi-san,” you mumble, “I’m scared. I—I’m terrified. I— My mother was with me last month, now—now she is not. That—That is what I feel. It’s—It’s not fair,” you chastise, losing your breath. Sae notices the familiar trepidation wash over you like waves, and he tries to ground you. His hand falters when he reaches to cup your face. You stare into his eyes mutely, not uttering a word, but nodding.

“Take your time,” He cups your face for the first time in a month, and Sae feels his limbs grow weak at the softness of your skin, “No one needs anything from you.”

You laugh through your tears, and Sae’s touch falters. Sae’s lips twitch at the bitter smile painted on your features. You tremble in his arms and lay there numbly. After a few moments he carries you up to your room, tears that have filled in your eyes falling when your head falls back.

“Sorry, please bear with it.” He mutters beneath his breath, gazing at the way your chest heaves up and down. Walking down towards the vacant guest bedroom, something he never thought would be of any use to either of you, he places you down gently onto the bed. Your eyes never leave his, and he situates himself a fair distance away from you.

“Sae,” your voice cracks, “I’m sorry.”

He smiles, and in the darkness of the room he allows himself to feel despondent. Watching you fall asleep, he leaves the room without a second thought. Sae looks back out to the widow encompassing the greenery of the forest.

It has stopped raining, and has travelled to his chest.

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astranne · 1 year

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— APHRODITE; DIVINE BEAUTY

itoshi sae x female halfblood!reader

— HALFBLOOD MASTERLIST

— notes ;

welcome to my first work of my halfblood series hehe. very surprised with myself that i decided to write for sae, but you know what they say… why hot when evil? and he was evil for breaking rin‘s heart :( anyways, enjoy this madness, idk what i've been thinking when writing this nothing so uh yeah...

— genre ;

meet cute but the meeting was actually not cute, manager x famous!character trope

— word count ;

1.3k words

— warnings ;

fem!reader who is fixated on beauty, hints of both being possessive with each other, not edited nor proofread (i finally wanted to post this work dear lord), background story on relationship between sae and reader (there may be a part two to this one)

Beauty was something you held dear. Something you held close, after picking it up as if it were a lost treasure, hidden behind rocks and eons of dust.

Beauty was something many children of Aphrodite loved. They chased after it, they wanted to own it, they wanted to share it with the world. Most of them were satisfied with the classical beauty of a human, their appearance and looks, but there were some with more special tastes.

They chased after beautiful things, may it be clothes, flowers, weapons... people. You did that too. In the youngest generation created by the goddess of love and beauty, you were an oddball. While you admired the appearance of others as well, had an impressive amount of clothes in your possession, you loved especially the beauty of football.

Oh, not the one, where little boys kick a ball between them, of course not! You only saw the beauty in the best, the best football games, the best play, the best goals, the best players. All of them beautiful in their own way, fascinating you to the core and keeping you focused on one task.

With the blessing of your mother, one of the most present gods in the lives of their children, for she is the goddess of love after all, you've made it far already. As a scouter for the European League and the U-20 teams, you've already seen much of the world and saw its beauty and its ugliness.

You've seen glorious football players, still in their youth and unpolished diamonds, ready to shine on the world stage. You've seen them rise, most of them fell, some never quite made it and the small rest... achieved what most mortals couldn't. They climbed high, with steady feet and a strong body, their eyes always on the ball, ready to shoot the next goal, ready to be the next victor.

And when they made it, when they finally made it, the one moment, where everyone was overwhelmed with emotions, with victory, with the beauty of it- then you felt as if you've been blessed with godhood by Zeus, sitting next to your mother and gazing from Olympus, watching mortals to do the impossible.

You may not get high on adrenaline like the Ares kids, when they were bashing their heads in a good fight, or be filled with positive emotions like the children of Poseidon as soon they were close to the sea. Oh no, it was passion, it was beauty, it was love, that fulfilled you like nothing else in this world.

This is why you were here now, watching how boys of your age were fighting for a spot in the team of Royale Madrid Youth. The team had to fill in several spots, but only in the next season, when the eldest would climb to the seniors. They were preparing and they were counting on you, the girl with golden eyes.

It was a stupid nickname, but it was also close to the truth. All the talents you picked and recommended, brought gold in the form of medals home, in addition of more money.

Greedy they were, the mortals walking on earth and you were greedy too. But instead of searching for materialistic things to own, you and many other halfbloods were greedy for the proof of life. And this was yours. Football, soccer, kicking balls. Destroying dreams and futures of foolish mortals and blessing those with your honeyed words who were worthy in your eyes. Not once were you wrong and you wouldn't be wrong this time.

Because when you saw him, you were breathless. You immediately knew- yes, it was him. Pretty he was, beautiful, his face without any mistakes, his hair so soft and eyes so delightful. He instantly had your interest, the Japanese striker called Itoshi Sae.

Passion burned brightly in him, lighting up his face with a beautiful smile when he scored, victory shining in his eyes. But then someone else would come along, older and faster, take the ball and leave him behind.

The light in his eyes slowly dimmed, over the days, over the weeks. Not once you've spoken to him, but you kept a close eye on him, seeing how he slowly seems to be... less. Less beautiful, less passionate, less him. He dimmed, the fire in him slowly going out and it bothered you. Normally you wouldn't care, you shouldn't care, but something about him has awoken the divine blood in you, calling for you to cast your blessing.

You didn't. Not yet, he still wasn't ready yet. He still didn't see the whole world, he still wasn't broke, he was still foolish and naive- Itoshi Sae wouldn't be able to survive the way he was and acts now. He would be left behind, burned out, nothing more, but a small footnote besides heroes writing history.

But there was potential in him, there was potential he would evolve. And maybe you would help him, lead him towards the right path, whisper the right words in his ears.

In the end, you decided to help Sae, taking in the lost lamb and showing him around in the city, showing him the world. His eyes were wide, taking in the beauty of Spain, where the fates have decided for him to be, with you by his side.

His dreams have long been crushed, you had watched them, when another striker had beaten him without even really trying, fully knowing he would kill Sae with his actions. And it almost did. But you caught him, showing him the brilliance of the rest of the battlefield called football and Sae set his eyes on a new goal dream.

You became something akin to his manager and trainer in one, even if he had both of these more than enough. You were there to witness his rebirth, you were there when he started remolding himself, you were there, guiding and blessing him.

You were there when Itoshi Sae debuted as midfield, ascending to the world's best, leaving his burdens in Japan behind and becoming your blessed little mortal.

He was yours and you were his, by his side, always, you followed his path of victory, watched him and how his heart grew cold, until he owned the heart of a true warrior.

Itoshi Sae was one the new heroes, loved by so many, but he only gave his heart to you. You protected it like a treasure, almost possessive, with a keen eye on everyone who comes close to him.

"You're doing it again," he murmurs, not looking at you, but he knows you're standing right behind his seat. The makeup artist, that has been powdering Sae's face for a while now, tilts up his chin and starts applying mascara on his insane lashes. You were almost jealous, if it wouldn't be for the fact that you're a daughter of Aphrodite.

You just hum, typing away on your tablet, planning Sae's schedule for the next three months. There is much to do and you plan to make Itoshi Sae a household name. It was necessary for his career, and while he didn't like doing all these photo shoots and interviews, he could already see the fruits of his hard labor and your manipulations.

He was one of the most followed footballers in his generation, he had more fans than many older football players, which also affected his reputation. Itoshi Sae was the THE Middlefield player everyone wanted, and he could decide where he would go from now on.

"And what if I am?" You ask, and he just lets out a scoff. He can't say anything against it, you're being possessive of him, when he does it too. Keep you close, a blessing of the gods, close to him and his heart.

"I would tell you to stop, but are you going to listen?,” he asks, and already knows the answer. You wouldn't and so you just smirk, drop a kiss on his cheek and leave him behind. He knows you so well.

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rinsvg · 10 months

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ceo!sae itoshi hcs

— warnings: club setting and semi suggestive topics.

ceo!sae itoshi has it all at his fingertips. he's wealthy, powerful, successful; he could have an endless line of women and one night stands; all of em happy to fall into his bed but all he wants is you.

ceo!Sae itoshi who was out one night partying as he normally would just to spot you dancing in the crowd looking absolutely beautiful as your black cocktail dress, cut simply and short with rhinestones, sat nicely on your body. Sae eyed you across the room, looking you up and down ten times over and then some, before he finally looked into your face just to see you staring at him with a hint of a cocky smile.

ceo!sae itoshi who watched as you made your way across the room to him, feet taking smooth, fluid steps as you danced your way towards him, who put down his drink and told his security guard Shidou Ryusei to "let her in and take a ten-minute break". Who greeted you with a dazzling practiced smile, one he uses on all the women that fall into his bed with him, a smile that didn’t work on you instead caused you to scoff.

ceo!sae itoshi who eyes widened when you sat down in his lap and leaned forward before saying with a pout, "Hey pretty boy, I like that fake smile of yours; just not when it's aimed at me."

ceo!sae itoshi who, when heard of what you dubbed a "fake smile", put a poised smirk on his face while hiding his taken aback look. While also realizing that he's going to like the challenge that you might present.

ceo!sae itoshi who looked you up and down before telling you “never heard someone calling it a fake smile, practiced yeah but fake? You might be one of the first princess”.

ceo!sae itoshi who flirted with you for hours back and forth. The two of you tethering on the line of desire and lust like a game, a game you keep pulling back from while leaving him chasing for more like a puppy.

ceo!sae itoshi who, throughout the course of your playful discussion, overheard that you had just moved to Japan and that it was getting difficult for you, a black woman, to find work, so he pulled you close so you could hear him over the loud club music and offered you a job.

ceo!sae itoshi who lightly moaned as you hopped about his lap, telling him, "Yes, you would love to take the job," and expressing to him how happy you were to start, before finally halting and asking him just what position you would be applying for.

ceo!sae itoshi who shrugged coolly before telling you, "My assistant, of course, what else?".

ceo!sae itoshi who, upon hearing "Assistant, what do you do that you need an assistant?" smugly grinned. “I'm the CEO of Itoshi Enterprise; welcome to the organization, princess”.

🏷️: @westcinny @neptunes1nterweb

#➶ ͙˚ ༘✶ ( 𝒥𝓊𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝓈 )#sae itoshi x black fem reader #sae itoshi #x black fem reader #I might make a body guard fic for shidou 🤭#blue lock x black reader #blue lock x reader #sae itoshi headcanons #sae itoshi x reader

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strobichie · 9 months

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just sae, forever.

♡⸝⸝ summary: poor you decided to replay ddlc, but instead you were stuck in an unideal situation. this is part two of just sae!

little note: i didn't expect my last post to get 30+ likes XD, i was never good at writing per se, regardless i'm delighted to see people enjoy my small short fic even if it wasn't that eye-catching. also, oftentimes i write for gn and fem readers and honestly.. i don't know which to use for this one. i guess it's up to you then reader ^_^ (small hints of inconsistent type of reader, reader's style and etc depends on her or their mood.)

your perspective:

huh, it's been a few days after that unfortunate event.

was i just pranked? geez, hopefully it was. the shit that 'sae' pulled back there felt real as hell. even his dialogues sounded real.

i heard a knock on my apartment door and froze in place..

i haven't gone out in days, i think i already became a neet.

my legs dangled from my bed as i stood up, rushing to the front door, i opened it, expecting to get ai hoshino's fate.. but instead... ---

"it feels nice to see you in real life." that.. was sae's voice. or more realistically AND honestly, takahiro sakurai's voice.

i perked my head up, oh... he was, tall. obviously. what am i saying?

he pulled me into a sudden hug, he wore the same clothes when he appeared in the manga and anime.

i was speechless, this... couldn't be real. i was just being pranked, was i?

"why are you so quiet? why don't you speak up, love?" he looked at me lovingly, gosh, my single ass felt blood running to my cheeks.

"no way, you're real? here?! in flesh and blood??" i said, absolutely flabbergasted. he looked exactly like sae, but i was still in denial.

"why would you think that my words were just empty nonsense? i was being true to my words... and you." he shyly admitted. why was he so out of character?

"and, i may not seem like the cold person i was in the anime and manga, but i.. since i'm with you, after all those times in the literature club, i actually found happiness with you." he continued to speak.

"...yeah, let's, like, settle this inside." i brought him in my apartment, it wasn't too small, rather it was quite big. my job paid me really well and i was able to afford quite a luxurious and spacious apartment. those years in school really did pay off, haha.

sae sat on my comfortable white couch as he looked around, surprised. i dug into my pantry desperately searching for.. something.

i was really warming up to sae now, i mean, judging from my tiktok reposts i reposted videos and edits of him way more often than rin, sorry... rinrin...

my eyes caught sight of my life long worth of candy stash, it could last for like, decades. or more...

i happily hummed as i took a big basket full of candy, walking to the living room and placing it on the glass coffee table.

"what are you staring for sae? come on, i didn't bring this big basket of candy here for nothing." i shot him a smug smile, urging him to take one candy bar.

"it's nothing, i just never expected you to be this welcoming and kind.. i'm... grateful. thank you." he took a candy bar and peeled the wrapper open, taking a bite into the soft chocolate caramel.

he was secretly enjoying the candy bar, so i took one for myself and swallowed the candy bar whole after peeling the tight ass wrapper.

"riiight, since you're a famous footballer back in the bluelockverse, i guess you need to get used to getting pampered and taken care of by me since you have no job now, whatsoever. but to be frank, i don't care. it's nice to have someone around me after god knows how long!" i said out of the blue, eyes star-struck. i didn't know why, i felt happier when people were around me. but when i was with sae.. i felt.. like i was on cloud nine.

"...sae, i don't know why. but i like you, a lot." two lonely bitches staring at each other, that was us.

"i like you too, {name}... i like you, a lot more than you'd ever like me." gosh, this stings. what was i thinking? am i hallucinating or just crazy? i eyed sae sadly, a evident frown plastered on my face.

"i'll love you till the end of time, {name}." he smiled, shit, i felt butterflies in my stomach. is this true love? ironic since he was a fictional character that broke the barrier between fiction and reality.

maybe.. life with sae.. wouldn't be so bad.

we can do many things together, like drawing and painting. playing video games, and going out together. like a real couple would do.

i found myself slightly blushing a soft pink colour, i actually felt happy, with sae.

"...i love you, sae." i smiled at him lovingly, and he shot me a loving smile back.

i finally felt true happiness!

author's note: might do a silly lil fic of reader and sae living life together as a happy couple, gosh, i'm a sucker for lovey dovey pairs wkdjskwksfr

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makimasluv · 3 months

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Can you do Rin x Mitsuri reader x Sae? The reader has Mitsuri Kanroji's personality and the brothers are fighting for her love.

of course i can do that luv!! i think this is a really good idea!!

warnings : none

pairings : rin itoshi x fem!reader x sae itoshi.

it was a windy evening, the weather was chilly and therewas snow falling from above, you weren't really the best with cold weather, but to make up for that you hanging out with your best friends! rin, and sae. the duo were known as brothers but also known as rivals?

"hey, [name] where would you like to go next?" the pink haired brother asked. "ah, i don't have the faintest idea sae-kun!" you said with a confused look on your face. "oh! rin-chan you should pick next, i've already had my turn!" as you said this you peered at rin with a slight smile. meanwhile sae didn't seem so happy about your idea.

"tsk, i'd rather not, [name], i think you should pick again" he said while covering his face with his navy blue scarf to hide the rosey pink shade forming on his cheeks. "awe, rin you're no fun!" with those words that had slipped from your mouth sae let out a mocking smirk but quickly went back to a straight face when you looked at him.

"what about you sae-chan ? would you like to pick a place?" you asked kindly. "yea, we can go to the coffee shop just down that street," the pink haired boy responded. "that's sounds great!" rin scowled at your words.

as you walked in-front of the two brothers, sae glares at rin. "quit trying to impress her with such an attitude rin, you're not gonna manage to reach your goal."

"shut your mouth sae, you've only "impressed" her once. all you did was pick a place to hang out, don't think you're special mutt." rin spat. "tsk, whatever you say, she'll be mine sooner or later, so don't keep your hopes to high." sae's words laced with venom. "yeah I don't think so sae. both of us know you aren't gonna be good enough for her, so you should just quit before she rejects you for me, pest."

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marcia-11111 · 9 months

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Somewhere only we know - Sae Itoshi x fem! reader

It's a fluff with some angsty pieces. Reader is a captain of the coeducational team of Real Madrid, the new idea of World's Soccer Association. A mention of reader's sad past. Sae may be a little ooc.

Sae Itoshi is a character who belongs to the authors of the manga and anime "Blue lock".

h/c - hair colour

e/c - eye colour

s/t - skin tone

Please don't translate, plagiarise nor use my works on other social media platforms, etc.

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As harsh, cold, and distant as Sae Itoshi has become since his arrival in Spain, he was still only a human. The wind caused his reddish-brown hair to move. The new idea of the World Soccer Association dismayed him. Coeducational team? What a farce. Playing with women didn’t bother him, but having more people on his contact list was indeed troubling. At that point in time, Sae certainly hadn’t thought he would meet the bane of his existence. As much as Y/N L/N was an infuriating woman with her beautiful h/c hair and s/t skin, he could not have removed the picture of the striker from his head. How dare she have flashed her sparkling e/c eyes at him? Did she not realize how he must have felt next to Y/N?

A Japanese prodigy. A genius midfielder. A member of Real Madrid's youth team. An asshole. A handsome male who is rude to interviewers. Because of his outstanding soccer career, the older Itoshi earned numerous titles and nicknames. Everything would have been flowing altogether if it weren’t for the new captain of Real Madrid’s coeducational team, Y/N L/N. He remembered their first meeting too well. No matter how hard he tried, he persisted in having forgotten her; he could not have done so.

That Monday evening after practice. One week ago, when Sae’s teal eyes met Y/N’s e/c one, he kept his distance, never exposing that his distant nature was only a facade. She came up to him.

“Leave me be. You probably know who I am, so I won’t bother with saying anything more to you.” He said it coldly. His demeanor didn’t discourage her.

“A kind of peculiar way to introduce yourself to the new captain of Real Madrid, Sae Itoshi. I do not have to announce who I am either.” Y/N chuckled. Of course he knew who she was—Y/N L/N, the ex-captain and ex-striker of the Brazilian pro-team, Jackals. Her former teammates were such prodigies as herself. Even though she was already a star, Sae could not have been less bothered by the woman’s presence until their gazes met for the first time. He felt a bizarre feeling—it wasn’t butterflies, but a sense of familiarity. The midfielder noticed a bandage on her right arm, not having dared to ask what had happened to her.

“I am not interested in talking with you.” The Japanese prodigy remained completely unfazed, despite a glint of surprise he (luckily) managed to contain.

“Mhm. As if I wanted to talk with someone who has your attitude,” She replied calmly. “Y/N L/N. Whether it’s a pleasure or not to see me for you, I do not care. My responsibility as a captain is to inform teammates of upcoming matches and not indulge in personal matters. You are a midfielder, correct?” Y/n added. Sae was flabbergasted. That woman appalled him to no end. Her beauty, her remarks, her personality. She is the new captain!? Good luck to members who cannot handle sarcasm and criticism.

“... Correct.” Sae answered. His tone of voice was still as cold as the Arctic Ocean. He scanned the h/c’s woman's body, trying not to stare.

“Good. We have a practice match tomorrow. With FC Barcelona. Coeducational team. See you soon.” After having said that, his new captain just walked away. He didn’t want to be bothered by anyone; however, why did he feel the urge to run after her? He stayed in place, completely frozen due to the events of the past few minutes. The practice match against the rival team ended with a score of 4:3 for Real Madrid. Y/N proved herself one more time.

One month later, Sae found himself wandering aimlessly around the shores of Barcelona. Staring at the sea was his favorite pastime. It eased the mind of the young prodigy. The calm waves differed greatly from the people he was forced to be surrounded by. The feeling of the sand under his bare feet, freedom from any kinds of obligations, and hustle of the soccer world...

What the boy could not have expected was to meet someone as strong and confident as Y/N, crying on the beach. She appeared vulnerable yet powerful, beautiful yet sad.

“Why do you still haunt my mind? Why did my former team disband? Just why?” She sobbed to herself. They were the only two people on that shore. “Glass-shattered… That much for half a year not being present in the soccer world. Everything slipped through my fingers.” A young female took the sand in her hand and let it fall on the beach. “Just like this sand.”

Sae observed Y/N’s movements. She seemed so weak and strong at the same time. A fragile but poisonous flower.

“Welcome back home, Y/N. In my hometown, which feels so foreign.” She sighed and sobbed.

“Are you alright?” The question left the Japanese prodigy’s mouth before he could have ever thought about it. The weather and scenery didn’t match the scene before his eyes. Sae felt a sharp feeling in his chest—was it empathy, care, love, or sympathy? He wasn’t sure. The urge to embrace the cute woman in the midfielder's arms strengthened every second.

“No, I am not.” That answer was enough for him. Fuck it. Let him do what his heart wants for the first time in a while. Even if it was reckless for himself and his own career, Sae Itoshi hugged Y/N. The young male would be damned if he left her there alone without anyone to lean on. It was certain. He would not allow her to feel the same way he did after his arrival in Spain. Young, alone, and inexperienced in life. Some people have physical homes, others have spiritual ones, and some are lucky enough to have both.

The male’s eyes widened when Y/N snuggled up to him. He stayed calm, but wrapped his muscular arms around the woman’s waist.

“Do you have anyone to rely on?” He carefully stroked the girl’s back while she sobbed.

“My parents are constantly not home; friends are abroad. My past is quite ominous, Sae… I had been the captain of the world’s best female prodigies in Rio de Janeiro. Everything ended when one of my teammates cheered. I was forced to disband the team. She shattered a glass trophy on my right arm; this is why it has been bandaged since then,” She revealed. “Barcelona is my hometown, but it feels so foreign.”

“...” Sae didn't answer; he just stroked Y/N’s back in a circular motion. “Shhh…” The girl started to sob again, this time into the older Itoshi’s chest. It didn’t bother him at all, contrary to what he thought earlier. Emotions were only an obstacle that prevented him from becoming the best. Maybe he was wrong. After all, within all his pride and coldness, Sae Itoshi wasn't a stranger to admitting his own mistakes.

“Sae…” Y/N’s voice took him out of his train of thought.

“Yes, querida?” The young male didn't notice that he used a nickname, which enhanced their proximity. However, the girl’s attention was somewhere else.

“Could we dance in the streets of Barcelona? Please, Sae. It has been my dream since I was a young girl.” She whispered her request. Sae’s heart started to beat faster, no matter how hard he tried to collect this organ.

“Yes…” Sae stood up first, helping the girl stand up. No matter how much he hated to admit it, he was still a caring person deep down. Behind the closed curtains and walls of ice, a warm heart beat. Sae Itoshi, in all his fame, glory, and achievements, existed as a human being, not a god.

The girl softly smiled at him and jumped slightly.

“There is a cozy area. Without paparazzi. I liked to go there when I was younger, with all of my troubles. The music always matches the feelings of a person!” Y/N exclaimed. Her e/c eyes examined Sae’s expression. When she checked for any signs of disapproval and found none, her precious smile brightened. The young woman intertwined her fingers with the man’s and showed him the way to the venue. “It’s here!”

The music played. The rays of the evening sun illuminated the area. Y/N had never seemed more ecstatic than in that moment. Her skin and eyes were shining due to the light. Sae’s heart must have stopped beating.

“美しい (utsukushii).” He whispered, not spotting Y/N’s curious gaze while she stared at the boy. Little did she know the word Sae said meant ‘beautiful’.

“Shall we dance?” The older Itoshi didn’t reply but instead began to dance with her. ‘Somewhere only we know’ by Keane was played. Spain indeed felt like an empty, foreign land for him. The feeling of the sea nearing comforted both of them. Even though Sae could remember the streets of Madrid and Barcelona by heart, they have never given him a sense of familiarity. Always a foreigner, no matter where he found himself. And it appeared Y/N felt the same. Both of them didn’t have a place to begin. The world, which was once a cruel and cold place, seemed to have warmed along with their dance.

Sae wrapped one arm around Y/N’s waist, signaling that he finally let her in. The other hand was intertwined with the girl’s. They kept on dancing in a comfortable place, such as the venue. They didn’t need any words to explain what they felt. The birds sang as the song continued. It wasn’t just a mere intimate moment, but an entanglement of souls. A lonely tear fell down Sae’s cheek. After so long, he found home in a woman. She was perfect. An angel. The light to his darkness, kindness to his mean nature. This was the place he had earned to find the sense of proximity that Sae Itoshi craved. After all that happened to him in Spain, the prodigy found happiness.

“Y/N… I-” He couldn’t continue his sentence. The world would be cursed if she didn’t feel the same way as he does. Was it the end of everything? Their last dance? Or the beginning of something new? Even the gods themselves wondered. That endearing smile of hers—how much he wished to shield it from the world. Sae didn’t dare break the silence anymore. The romantic lyrics made his heart pound harder as the music reached its climax. Their bodies together felt like poetry. Not a forbidden one. The destined one. Everything fit perfectly, and they moved in sync. And once the music ended, gathering up his whole courage, Sae Itoshi made the first move: he hugged Y/N, embracing her tightly.

“This has been wonderful... This song… It reminds me of you. Y/N.” He whispered as the tears fell down his cheeks. The young male was joyful when the girl let him embrace her. What he did not expect was the next question.

“Do you finally feel at home, Sae? Thousands of kilometers away from your motherland.” He nodded, still clinging to Y/N.

“I do feel like I am at home, Y/N. I feel like I finally found peace in your arms. That is what I have always longed for," he confessed. For the first time abroad, the boy felt at home. “Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?”

“Certainly not. We can hold onto each other forever.” The girl’s voice made him smile. He kept holding her close to his chest.

“I’ll be glad to stay like this forever.” He hugged her even tighter. The tears stopped streaming down his cheeks.

“I have a confession to make.”

“I am all ears.” He didn’t let go of the young woman.

“Barcelona has been my hometown since I was born. Currently, this city feels so foreign. The unfamiliarity terrified me. I had spent so much time abroad, resulting in my becoming a stranger here. However, today… I found peace with you. I finally feel at home.” Y/N revealed. She didn’t even stutter. Sae’s embrace tightened even more.

“You know that I feel the exact same way?” A chuckle escaped the midfielder’s mouth. “I think I actually feel at home too, with you.”

“Maybe we are each other's destiny? Who knows? It fills me with joy. To be with someone, I don’t have to spend a lifetime translating my soul.” The girl looked into Sae’s teal eyes. He caressed her cheek.

“It’s the most wonderful feeling I have ever experienced. Not having to translate my soul to you. Just one look, one thought, one word, and we understand each perfectly. I know I come off as rude, distant, and cold as well. We didn’t get off on the right foot. However, as the time went by, you showed me something more than a pretty girl with monstrous soccer skills—someone I could lean on. A person who became my home abroad.” Sae took a deep breath. “I love you, Y/N. And the world would be damned if my feelings were not reciprocated.”

There it was. She kissed him softly but passionately. The shock faded away quickly, and he returned the favor, tasting her lips for the first time. That day was his dream come true. He didn’t expect to fall in love and become smitten with someone. It didn’t matter now. After all, Sae Itoshi was still a human, even with all his medals and prizes.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Being Sae's ex and fucking until you make up?

Ya'll got some amazing taste I swear.

Pairing: Sae Itoshi x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, break ups, unexpected meetings, jealousy, possessiveness, make up sex, getting back together, pussydrunk!Sae Itoshi

A/N: Make up sex is the sweetest yeah?

The breakup between you and Sae was a mutual one

You could see he was putting a lot of work into his career and didn't want to hold him back, while he thought that he couldn't give you enough time so it's better to let you go

It didn't last long before you began to miss each other

Sae just threw himself harder into his soccer career, where he knew he could thrive no matter what

He thought he was over you, he really did, even if part of him, a small part told him he was lying to himself

He did not want to listen to that voice

Everything was going so well for him until his big win

After that he got dragged to a celebration with the rest of his team

Seeing you there, happy, laughing, drinking, dancing... with someone else... it infuriated him

He should let it go, he let you go after all, he no longer had any say in your life

Yeah right, there's no way he can see you, looking as sexy as ever in that tight, short little skirt and not get any thoughts

He knows what's under it, and he wants it more then he likes to admit

If he could fuck you right in front of that man you were talking to he would do so with zero hesitation

Show everyone else that you're his while he's at it too

His hand feels familiar around your shoulder, you know it's him before you even turn your head, you've memorized his touch, his scent

Offers to buy you a drink and doesn't even look at the other guy, he's not important enough right now

Your hesitation is obvious but you accept, wanting to take this opportunity to clear things up once and for all

You've kept up with his games naturally, and stayed in touch with a few of your friends on his team

That information immediately puts him on edge and he casts a death stare at their backs

It's cute how protective, and hot how jealous, he still gets over you

Before the next round of drinks is there you're already in his lap, unable to resist him, the way he looks at you

You're not the only one who's having a hard time as it's being made increasingly obvious

His lips are soft but demanding on your, seeking to reclaim what is already his

The sexual tension gets very hard to ignore the longer your make out session goes on

You can feel the heat of him even though his clothes, the clothes you want to rip of fast and kiss and lick every rippling muscle on his body

Sae needs to take you home, he needs to fuck you like he used to, he needs to make sure, he needs to know that you still want him like you used to

Oh, you want him even more then that

Forget taking clothes off, the two of you barely keep your hands off each other long enough for him to fish his hard cock out and for you to move your panties to the side before he slams his cock where it belongs

It's been so long since he's had you, he's not holding anything back

That's alright, you don't need him too, hell he can even finish inside of you of he wants, you're on the pill, he doesn't need t worry about being a dad... yet

He can't stop, he's holding your hips down with his strong hands, leaving deep hand marks as he fucks his hard cock into your pussy as deep as it can go

He's missed this, how silky and warm you feel around his throbbing length, how you can barely keep your eyes open, how you keep asking for more, harder, faster, more of him until you can no longer tell where one of you begins and the other ends

It's not enough for him that he has you orgasming around him, your pussy clamping down on his cock to make him stay inside, your legs shaking as they lock around him, he needs to feel this feeling for the rest of his life, see you like this for the rest of his life

No matter how many times he comes inside of you he's ready to go again in a manner of minutes, showing off his stamina

If he didn't need a shower to relax and freshen up after the big game he sure as hell will need one after this

You're more then welcome to make it last longer, if you can stand up that is

#blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock smut #sae itoshi #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae smut #bllk itoshi sae #bllk x reader #bllk smut #blue lock itoshi #sae itoshi x fem!reader #blue lock

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milaisreading · 2 months

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She likes a boy?

Warnings: Reader uses she/her, and so does Sae. This is a fem x fem fanfic, so if you do not like these sort of fanfics, move along. Reader is implied to be bisexual, btw. Hope whoever reads this, likes it. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"Isn't he cool?! And the way he plays on the field is always so breathtaking to watch!" (Y/n) blushed as she watched her high school football team practice. Sae, who was standing next to her let out a silent sigh and leaned against the railing, sending (Y/n) a few glances, her eyes softening as she gazed at the older Isagi. She really couldn't understand what (Y/n) saw in that guy. Oliver Aiku was possibly the most obnoxious guy she had the displeasure to meet, and he was a player as well. Sae didn't want her friend to get hurt.

'It's not just that...' The red-haired girl gulped as (Y/n) left her side to talk with Aiku during the team's short break. The all too familiar feeling of jealousy creeping up on her as she watched the smile on (Y/n)'s face... a smile Sae was all too familiar with.

'I am completely in love with her. And I could definitely treat her way better than he could. Why was I born a girl even?!' Sae sighed in frustration, glaring at Aiku as he waved at her.

'That bastard! Why is focusing on me when and angel like her is blessing his presence! (Y/n), why can't you see he is not the right guy for you?' Sae gulped down a few tears. She really wanted to be happy for her friend, and she would have been if it wasn't Aiku of all people who stole her attention.

'He so far cheated on every girlfriend he was with. Please don't date him...' Sae silently begged to herself as she watched the two part ways.

"Sorry that I ran off like that! Should we go and get some food? It's a Friday, anyway." (Y/n) suggested, earning a quick nod from Sae.

"I would be more than happy to."

'At least I can still be her friend and love her from afar.' Sae smiled warmly as she felt (Y/n) softly grab her wrist. I was something the other girl used to do when they were younger as she was a timid child, much like her younger brother, Yoichi.

"Alright then! It's my treat-"

"Nope~ I will pay. You paid last time." Sae interrupted her from speaking further.

"No but!" (Y/n) blushed a little as Sae poked her nose.

"Meanie."

"You are cute~" The redhead chuckled as (Y/n)'s face turned a deeper shade of red.

"Shut up." The girl said,her own heartbeat quickening a little.

'Sae...' (Y/n) thought, looking at the slightly taller girl.

The same night, with (Y/n)...

'Oliver or Sae... Oliver or Sae... who is it?' The (h/c) haired girl wondered as she sat on her bed. Her own emotions, unknown to Sae, were completely all over the place for the past 6 months. While she did have a crush on Oliver ever since their first year in hight school, she recently noticed the growing attachment and yearning she felt towards her best friend. (Y/n) wasn't stupid, she knew what her feelings were. She loved both of them very much, but she knew she couldn't have both. They deserved way more than an indecisive person in their lives. So, tonight (Y/n) decided to finally put an end to all of this, she had to! All of this was taking a toll on her as well, she just wanted to finally have everything sorted out. Although it might have been a stupid idea, (Y/n) had taken a notebook and written down all the things she liked about both Sae and Oliver, and that didn't help her indecisiveness at all.

'I am even more set back than I already was...' The girl thought, throwing the notebook away as she leaned against her bedframe.

"Sae or Oliver... Sae or Oliver... Who should I confess to even?" She mumbled, the familiar ball of anxiety in her stomach making itself known, again, her heart beat quickening the more she thought about either of them.

"Hmmm... I will let fate decide..." (Y/n) mumbled, getting off of her bed and walking towards her desk where her wallet was.

"There it is..." She smiled as she found a one yen coin, taking it out with a shaky hand.

'Head is Sae... Tail will be Oliver.' She decided as she flipped the coin. After a few seconds, she caught the item and put it on the back of her hand. (Y/n)'s breathing grew uneven as she looked at item that was still covered up by her hand.

"Just uncover it, you coward. You promised to solve this tonight." She told herself, slowly removing her hand from the coin. Her eyes slowly widening in disbelief as she saw which side won.

"Wow...I..."

Meanwhile, with Sae...

"Sis, you have been gloomy the whole week. What happened now?" Rin raised an eyebrow as he stood at the entrance of Sae's room, the girl only giving him an eyeroll.

"Are you really asking me that? You of all people are should know by now."

"Is it about (Y/n) again? Why don't you just tell her how you feel?" Rin raised am eyebrow.

"Are you insane?" Sae asked, looking at Rin like he had two heads now.

"I don't want to ruin my friendship with her. I know she doesn't love me like that. No matter how much I want to believe she does, it isn't reality." Sae sighed sadly, earning a sympathetic look from Rin.

"How would you know? She may as well keep those things hidden from you like you ar-"

"Rin, she likes a boy. She is in love with a boy. I know that. I see that every day. I am forced to endure all the talks about how Oliver is this and that! It pisses me off, but I can't do anything about that. She loves a boy, and I am not a boy." Sae said, wiping away a few tears as she felt all the memories rush back to her. Just before Rin could say anything back, Sae's phone rang and she quickly accepted the call when she saw it was (Y/n).

"Are you alright? Why are you calling so late?" The redhead asked in worry. Rin watched in confusion as his sister's face morphed from worry to surprise to relief as she got up from her bed.

"Sure! I will be there quick. The park isn't too far from me." Sae answered as she ended the call and took a nearby jacket.

"Where are you going?" Rin asked in worry as Sae rushed past him.

"(Y/n) needs me! I will be at the nearby park!"

"Now?! It started snowing!" Rin yelled after her.

"I don't care!"

"Now I know! Now I finally know..." (Y/n) told herself as she quickly ran down the street. The moment she saw tail had won and the disappointment that had settled in her, she knew that Sae was the one she wanted to win, not Oliver.

'Sae... it was her all along! I am so happy to finally know! I will confess now and see if she likes me the same way!' (Y/n) thought as a nervous smile took over her face, completely ignoring the cold of the November night. Entering the small park where her and Sae first met, (Y/n) felt a blush take over her face as she saw the said girl.

"Sae!" The older Isagi yelled, catching the redhead's attention. Sae felt like her heart was about to explode when she saw the other girl qukckly approach her.

"(Y/n)..." Sae mumbled, watching as she slowly came to a stop, taking a few deep breaths in front of Sae.

"What did you need me for?" Sae asked softly after a while when she saw that (Y/n) calmed down a little. The shorter girl looked around the park nervously, then slowly grabbed one of Sae's hands into hers. This action surprised Sae a little and she felt her heartbeat go out of control as she gazed into her eyes.

"(Y/n)..."

"I... this might sound weird, and you can say no, I don't mind." The girl started as Sae kept quiet.

"I... I am in love with you... I have been so unsure with my own feelings the whole time, but I know now for sure. You are the one I love. I love everything about you, Sae Itoshi. I... I hope you don't hate me for this." Sae felt her whole world stop for a moment. These words were not things she expected to hear out of (Y/n).

"You... you mean that?" The redhead stuttered out, moving closer to (Y/n).

"Yes! I love your intelligence, your laugh, your jokes, the way you used to comfort me when I was younger. I love that you never looked at me weirdly when I would admit my fears to you... I... I just live you as a whole." (Y/n) admitted, preparing herself for a rejection. But, to her surprise, she saw a smile appear on her face as Sae softly grabbed her cheeks.

"I love you, too. I always have and always will. I could never hate you." Sae felt her own heart stop as she kissed (Y/n) on her cheek. This was the best day of her life. The person she loved all these years loved her back.

'I couldn't ask for more.' Sae's smile widened as (Y/n) hugged her tightly, burying her face into her shoulder blade.

"I am glad." (Y/n) admitted as Sae hugged her back.

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stxrmylxve · 10 months

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Synopsis: Sae and Rin Itoshi have never been on good terms. And while all of his friends know it too, Rin is normally extremely cold — and he is no different with you. Sae knows that as clear as day, so, he comes to the rescue for your love, just not in the way that you thought.

NOTES: Nicknames (doll), mentions of drinking, intoxication, cussing, mentions of a shitty relationship, this chap is mainly just plot

01. The Meeting

You brushed through your hair as you glanced over yourself in the mirror, your mind in a foreign place wondering what would happen today. But your mind quickly came running back as Rin opens the door, his intimidating aura filling the room and making you gulp as he walked past you.

“Hey, babe.” you say, setting the brush down on the marble counter as you turn to eye his figure.

“Hey.” is all he has to offer back as he lazily washes his hands, not even bearing a glance into the mirror, muchless your way at all.

“Bad day?” you ask after the long stretch of silence, his eyes glancing up at you before returning back to the towel where he was drying his hands.

“Yeah, basically.” he says as he walks out of the room, leaving the bathroom with complete emptiness. You frowned to yourself as you put your brush up, taking one last glance at yourself in the mirror before returning back to the bedroom.

You tugged your clothes off, slipping on more comfortable ones — a hoodie and some shorts — before going back out to the kitchen to grab some popcorn and a soda for a movie. Though movies were supposed to be a couple’s thing, you had been planning them for yourself for the past year. But you didn’t mind, it was a nice time to decompress from life’s shit.

Rin eventually emerged from elsewhere as the popcorn continued to pop, walking right past the kitchen to the front door before waving and shutting the door behind him. Was it really so hard to say where you were going? Or even just a “bye”?

You sighed to yourself as you rumaged through the fridge, furrowing your brows when you came to the realization that there was infact nothing really in there to drink. Ah, that’s right. Rin had friends over and hadn’t bothered to go to the store.

Another audible sigh slipped past your lips as you rubbed your temple, grabbing the grocery list off of the side of the fridge before wandering back to your bedroom. You kept on the same shorts, deciding to instead change into a comfortable crop top since the weather was fairly nice out, and laced up your shoes before heading out the door towards the store.

“That will be $19.79 today, ma’am.” the store clerk says as you hand her a $20 and grab your bag, heading out of the convenience store in a sort of rush in order to hopefully beat the rain.

Your shoes audibly patted against the concrete, small rain drops falling all around you. As you looked up, you were only met with a hazy sky filled with mean looking clouds, ready to shower all of their angry tears onto you in an instant.

The rain continued, picking up with every second as it drenched you. You eventually started shivering from the cool water, deciding to head under the covering of a nearby building.

“We must have had the same thoughts, huh?” a man beside you chuckles as you glance up at him, wondering who could come off as so casual so soon.

“Oh, Mr. Sae, hello!” you say, surprised to find such a high businessman under a raggedy roof with you.

“You don’t have to be so formal, y/n. You’re dating my brother, it’s not like I’m your boss.” he gives a playful smile as he averts his gaze to the rain again.

“..yeah.” you reply, not even truly wanting that title as his girlfriend at that moment. But that’s all you were, just a girlfriend. Someone he could come to whenever he needed something, but someone he could leave in an instant.

Noticing your discomfort, he awkwardly clears his throat as he instead glances as the bag in your hand.

“Movie night?” he asks, pulling your thoughts out of its’ warzone as you quirk your brow.

“How did you know?” you laugh as he shrugs, his smile growing a bit wider with your upbeat personality coming back.

“Lucky guess. I’ve heard it’s kinda your thing.” he says as he checks the time on his watch, tapping his foot against the pavement below. Your eyes racked over his slim figure, taking in all of his form.

He was breathtaking, as cheesy as it sounds — Even though he had on only a hoodie and sweatpants, you were already imagining the things he could do with such muscles. Hell, even his legs were built as if they had been sculpted perfectly.

His eyes caught yours as your eyes continued up his chest, forcing you to awkwardly turn away to act like you were checking your phone. You didn’t have time to notice the shit-eating grin that came over his face as he glanced at your blank home screen.

“So what are you doing out in this weather? Is Rin out again, leaving a doll like you to do the work?” Sae asks, the nickname making your cheeks flush as you nodded slowly.

“I don’t know where he goes, but I do know he will be gone for a while. Probably a day or so, he normally comes back in the afternoon sometime.” you say, a weak smile forming on your lips.

“I’ll talk with him ‘bout that later.” Sae says as he pursed his lips, a small frown forming soon after.

“No no, it’s fine, really. I’ve gotten used to the loneliness and now it’s actually quite nice.” you say with a bit of a more genuine smile.

Sae watches your expression carefully, looking for any sort of doubt or weariness in your smile, but he found none. He glanced over your body at what you were wearing — you couldn’t have been warm wearing thin articles of clothing like that. And as if to prove his point, his eyes landed on your perked buds, your tits blatantly giving you away that you were infact cold.

He bashfully looked away towards his car, watching the rain drops seep off of the sleek doors.

“Hey, do you want me to drop you off back at your place? My car is right over there, and I’m sure you’re cold.” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, sure. Thank you.” you say, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks. He takes the bag from your hands, holding his hand out with a small smile as he stands out in the rain.

You take his hand, a speck of warmth being shot though your hand as he quickly drags you through the rain, unlocking his car with a *beep* before opening the door for you to crawl into.

He jogs to the other side, setting the convenience store bag in the backseat before hopping into the drivers seat. He huffs after he sits down, a small laugh leaving his chest as he ruffles his hair.

“Quite the storm, huh?” he asks, pulling out of the parking spot and turning back onto the road.

“Yeah.” you say, leaning against the center console as your eyes became heavy. You really needed to start getting more sleep soon. He glances over at you, putting his eyes back on the road to hide the soft smile on his face.

The drive was nice — nothing more than a soft purr of the engine as the rain patted against the windshield, never picking up to a complete downpour at all. Eventually, he flips on the radio as he pulls into your neighborhood, humming to the song as he drives past the other houses.

It was nice, really, and you longed to continue the moment. But it came to a stop as he pulled up in front of your house, the realization that you would be alone again coming crashing down upon you. You shuffled around awkwardly as you grabbed the bag, saying goodbye as you got out of the car and walked up the driveway.

Though it was rather embarrassing to do, you turned around and walked back to the car, leaning down through the window with a shy smile.

“Want to come inside? There’s no one here anyways...” you ask, watching as Sae glanced down the road as if to gather his thoughts before shutting off the car.

“Sure.”

“And he really asked me if I was drunk. I was like dude.. of course I am.” you giggled, setting your wine down on the table as you stabilized yourself, the true intoxication showing itself coursing through your body freely.

“You were at a bar, of course you were.” Sae says as he shakes his head, a smile plastered on his face wide as he sets his beer down next to your drink.

For the past few hours, there had been nothing but chuckles and laughs from sappy stories, something you often enjoyed to talk about subconsciously when you were drunk — but it was never something Rin accompanied you with. He never drank with you anyways, so it was nice to have a good drinking buddy to talk with. Not to mention Sae’a full attention trained on you the whole time.

The subliminal and accidental touches sent sparks through your body, just like the way his laugh was lighter and more high-pitched than his voice, the way his hair slightly fell past his eyes, it was all perfect. He brought true warmth to the room, and compared to the room being as cold as the South Pole whenever Rin came in, you would gladly take in the heat.

You didn’t hate your boyfriend. Really, you didn’t. You hated the way he treated you, yes, but you didn’t hate him persay. But it didn’t take a fool to see that you always had a fake smile on if you were introduced to someone by him, as if you were forced to act well, which in a way you were. But you played by the rules, being an Itoshi was great enough as is, and it was considered an honor to be with one.

However, Sae didn’t seem to care. He seemed too casual, as if the name was nothing more than… well, a name. He didn’t talk overly proper to others like Rin did, nor did he like big interviews. He dressed highly when needed, sure, but he sure didn’t put himself out there as much as Rin did.

“So… you’re an Itoshi, right? Why do you act differently?” you ask, rubbing your arm as a sudden chill comes over you.

“Differently?” he asks, a quizzical look taking over his face as you roll your eyes drunkenly.

“You’re an Itoshi, Sae. That’s a big name. Rin fuckin’ dresses to the nines, and you just sport a hoodie and sweatpants, like right now.” you say, ushering to his causal clothes as he glances down before furrowing his brows.

“Just because I have a high name doesn’t mean I like it, doll.” he says as he finishes his beer, getting up to throw it away in the kitchen. Your face heated up at the name again — you have never been called a nickname like that before. And somehow, even though you knew it was wrong, it sounded so right.

“You don’t like it? The name, I mean.” you ask once he sits back down, shifting your thighs. Though he might not have realized it, there was a clear print of his… well, you know. And it wasn’t exactly subtle.

“No. Everyone thinks it’s something great, but all it entails r’some broke bitches flocking over me,” he starts, glancing over your figure as he wetted his lips with his tongue, “which obviously you are not, you’re different than them. Much better than they could ever measure up to anyways.”

You shifted again, the compliment going straight to your heat unexpectedly as you looked everywhere else but to him. It was like you were almost greedy for his attention, though it was probably because you never got much from Rin.

“Oh, thanks.” you say, not really having anything much to reply with other than that. If it wasn’t obvious enough before, you continued to rub your thighs together under the table, hoping he wouldn’t catch on, but it just got to you too damn much to bear.

Silly, yes, but you could be turned into a bitch in heat with a simple compliment, if it came from the right person, of course. And it seemed as though he was the right person, huh?

And even through all of the silent hopes that he wouldn’t catch on, his eyes flicked down to your waist as he watched it slowly grind against the chair. His lips turned up at the corners as his eyes flicked back up your face.

“You seem to be lonely up in here, yeah? Always wishing your white knight would come back home to give you even an ounce of attention.” he rambles, choosing his words carefully to push some of your hidden buttons.

“Mhhm.” you say, nodding your head lazily. You don’t know whether it was the foreign buzz still in your head from your one too many drinks, or whether you were just flat out horny today, but the sparks came quickly as a small coil began to form in your gut.

“Need some help with the.. loneliness?” he asks suddenly, catching you off guard as you tried to interpret what exactly he ment. When you couldn’t figure it out, you simply blatantly asked “What do you mean?”

He chuckled at the question, as though it was a bit naive to ask, as his lustful eyes raised up to meet yours.

“Well, by bringing me over every once in a while, of course.” he replies, the lusty gaze dissolving suddenly and being replaced by a small glint.

“Well, you’re over right now. Make yourself at home.” you reply as you look away again, your breath quickening as the room’s air became much heavier.

He eyes you, almost primalistically, as he lickes his lips again. Pushing himself off of his chair, he wanders elsewhere in the house, disappearing momentarily outside to his car before coming back again. In his hand was a rather large bottle of vodka, the liquid sloshing in it like candy as he held it up.

“Wanna take a few shots with me?”

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