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GUYS THIS IS TOO FUNNY LMFAO (BLLK SPOILERS)

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Nerd Isagi for today's menu 😎✨

Honestly I'm obsessed drawing him with glasses on 🤚🏻

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hii! could you maybe do one where reader is having a romantic date night (preferably at a super nice/fancy restaurant) with kaiser and ness, like a 3 person date?

thanks, ur work is great btw.

Date Night!

Yessss I love them so much

‧₊˚ ┊In which you're out on a date with your boyfriends

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, female reader, polyamorous relationship, use of pet names

"After you Liebling."

Kaiser and Ness stood outside the expensive car, the blonde's hand out stretched for you slightly bent forward. Taking his hand you stepped out of the vehicle, Ness walking to the valet worker to hand him the keys to the car.

Kaiser's hand looped around your waist his head leaning down, lips grazing the top of your head. "You look beautiful..."

"You've said that many times tonight, my love." You hummed as you waited for Ness to come back. "We might miss our reservation." Ness spoke coming to your side.

Your boyfriends were dressed quite neatly; Ness wearing a dark gret button up with black slacks, his leather belt matching the color scheme nicely. A single silver chain hanging around his neck, resting on his collarbone.

Kaiser wore a similar outfit: a white button up shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top with black slacks. His rings and necklace were primarily gold matching him quite well. Kaiser's rolex rested quite nicely on his left wrist.

Their colognes different yet mixed well as their smells mixed in the air around you.

Ness had personally ordered your outfit for the night, the dress, heels, jewlery. Everything. He customized it, completely to your liking. From the material to the style.

Kaiser had paid for your hair to get done, your makeup, and for your nails. A full spa day just for one date night.

This was the least the two males would do for you.

The three of you walked to the desk, immediately being brought to a table in a secluded part of the restaurant. The table was pre set up for you all; an ice bucket of wine and water sat at the far end of the table, a basket of bread and butter in the middle. A plate of oils next to it.

The table was circular, you sitting in the middle of Kaiser and Ness. Kaiser's hand was looped around your waist as Ness's hand was on your thigh, squeezing every few minutes.

"Would you like me to pour you something sweetness?" Ness questioned, his voice smooth and light. His head leant down slightly, deep eyes meeting yours. "Yes, please." Ness hummed, "Wine or Water?"

"Small bit of wine."

The dark-haired male reached over and grabbed the wine bottle from the ice bucket taking a wine glass, cleanly pouring you a small glass of alcohol.

The wine was deep red as he swirled it slightly placing it in front of you, a reasonable distance from the edge of the clothed table.

"Watch your dress." He hummed, Kaiser had called a waiter over, requesting some Russo-Baltique Vodka. You and Ness weren't shocked from the unique request, the blonde often enjoying to show his wealth through his taste in drinks.

"So what were you thinking of getting?" Kaiser questioned giving his attention to you as he rested his chin on his hand. A smirk stretching on his features.

"Hm not to sure, might just go with some steak." You hum going through the pages of the menu.

Ness would point out different dishes that he thought you would like considering your taste. Kaiser would grumble on certain dishes being gross or distasteful.

As the waiter came to get your orders, Kaiser made it clear for your food to be brought out first. Ness ordering your own dish so you wouldn't have to. "You didn't have to order for me you know. And I could wait for my dish with you guys." You laughed softly at your boyfriends' antics.

"Well it's not polite to make our woman wait." Kaiser scoffed squeezing your waist.

Dinner went smoothly, Ness was making sure no food was left around your lips or on your dress, his napkin ready to wipe anything he needed to.

Aft a hesitant request to try Kaiser's vodka, he grinned and cupped your chin. Muttering a soft "Drink it slowly" before he poured the drink into your mouth. A lipstick print being left on the edge of his glass.

Kaiser laughed as you coughed after tasting his drink, knowing it was too strong for you.

The live band of the restaurant played a soft melody as the three of you ate, their hands never leaving your body. "Was your food to your liking Liebling?" Kaiser muttered leaning closer to you his accent making his voice more huskier.

"Yes, it was delicious, we should come here again some time." You grin at the both of them. Ness smiled feeling happy you had a good night so far and Kaiser smirked as if he already knew you'd react this way.

"Let's finish up here, and go back home hm? The night is still fresh after all."

Loved writing this omg

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

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omg God bless that anon who requested the kpop idol ! reader x sae bc the idea of wearing his jersey while performing during a show and sae watching you has been stuck in my head for a week

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: number one fan !

synopsis: you're on stage in his jersey and he's watching.

sae itoshi x reader ⭑ fluff / secret relationship / drabble + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: yayayaya

madrid was alive. cameras flashing, fans flooding cobblestone streets, scarves and lightsticks and noise that spilled past curfews. the city didn't sleep, not with the champions league final and your group's sold-out world tour colliding in the same golden-glow city.

sae itoshi had won the match yesterday evening. he should've been celebrating with the team but instead, he was sitting in the back of a blacked-out van, hoodie up, baseball cap low, while some of his teammates tagged along because "come on, it's yn's group, there's no way we're missing this."

he didn't answer them when they said that. just pulled up his mask up a little higher. because no one knew. no one knew that the leader of the most in-demand kpop girl group on the planet was his girlfriend. no one knew that between rehearsals and press junkets and european away games, you carved out slivers of time for each other like thieves. that your calls came past midnight. that your matching lockscreens were never posted online.

and now, he was here, in a sea of screaming fans, stage lights melting overhead, just for you. the opening notes of the next performance blared through the speakers, something upbeat and punchy. the crowd erupted as your group ran back onto stage in coordinated outfits: each one of you wearing a football jersey, sleek, fitted, stylized with your group#s logo embroidered above the club crest.

sae sat up straighter. his fingers froze around the water bottle. one teammate nudged another beside him.

"bro- look." and there you were. front and center, spotlight sweeping over you, sweat at your temples, eyes blazing, wearing his jersey.

re al, #10, itoshi.

and the crowd didn't know, they just screamed because it was cute, trendy and a nod to the football energy flooding madrid that week. they thought it was stylish and clever marketing. sae sat stiff in his seat. he hadn't blinked once since you walked out.

on stage, you were catching your breath between songs, chest rising with each inhale. the lights dimmed slightly for the next vcr transition, and the fans chanted your group's name in perfect harmony, an ocean of lightsticks swaying like waves.

you brought the mic to your lips, a mischievous smile curving as you stepped forward, tapping the badge on your chest. the screams hit another octave.

"this one's for madrid tonight!" you shouted in near-perfect spanish, breathless and radiant. "did you guys catch the game?"

the stadium erupted, flags flew and fans roared back. you laughed, biting your bottom lip, and added playfully, "do you guys want to know who i was rooting for?"

the crowd screamed, a thousand voices tangled in excitement and curiosity, chanting teams and names, some yelling "barcha!" just to stir the pot. you raised a hand with a coy smile, pretending to deliberate as your members giggled behind you.

"hmm.." you tapped your chin, still breathless from dancing, eyes glinting under the lights. "should i tell you?"

they screamed yes.

you turned slightly, letting the jersey on your body do the talking as you twisted enough to show the back - itoshi, 10. the cheers doubled, even louder now, and the camera zoomed in to project his name and the jersey number across the screen.

"it's a cute jersey, right?" you grinned, winking. "i think he's pretty good!"

somewhere high up in the stands, hidden beneath a cap, sae itoshi stared down at you. and even though no one knew of you two, it was more than enough.

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all the other women in your gardening club were so incredibly jealous of you.

it had started off when you were showing them a photo of some fresh strawberries that you grew. the photo was of around 16 perfect looking, freshly washed strawberries placed on top of a cloth inside a basket... and the basket was being held by your husband, satoru.

it was a simple photo, satoru had a cute face, not looking at the camera but instead, was looking down at the fresh fruit, impatiently waiting to eat them.

your fellow club members gawked and smiled widely at your photo.

"wowh! what a beauty!"

"how perfect!"

you smiled in pride as your club members complimented the photo of your stawberries, unaware that they were staring only at satoru and his annoyingly handsome face.

the next instance was when you had shown them photos of your perfect, weedless garden.

"wowh! what weed killer do you use?" one of the older women exclaimed in shock.

"ohh ahah!" you smiled "i don't use any weed killers, we have a dog in the house and i'm afraid he might sniff the toxins, so i pick out the small ones by myself, and i ask my husband to get the bigger ones for me"

"ah... you're so lucky, [name].. my husband is far too chubby to easily pick out the large weeds..."

"your husband listens to you, just like that? i wish my husband would do that.. if i ever asked, he'd complain and whine like a baby"

the last was when your car broke down and had to stay in maintenance for a few days. satoru dropped you off to your gardening club that saturday.

when you walked in, all the ladies' heads snapped over to see satoru.

".. he's even more handsome in person.."

"he's sooo dreamy.."

"look at his biceps..."

you turned around, going on your tiptoes to kiss him goodbye. satoru placed his hand on your waist, leaning in to pull you into his hungry mouth. you pulled away, much to his dismay, satoru tried to pepper more kisses on your face, but you quietly told him to stop, causing him to pout.

"... and he's so inlove with her too..."

"what a loving man.."

"... i hope [name] knows how lucky she is."

those other ladies whispered among themselves before you gave satoru another kiss farewell before turning around and greeting your club members. satoru lingered around the doorway for another minute, watching you with a gentle smile before forcing himself to turn around and leave.

that alone made the ladies expel any thoughts of seducing him to cheat on you... it was too late. He was too deeply in love, and much to their dismay, they understood clearly why he was so obsessed with you.

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I think a lot of new F1 fans think that we love lestappen because they've known each other since they were kids and they like to yap together.

They don't realize that the whole point of why we think it's cute now is because of the absolute track crimes they have both committed to each other and the fact that we know they would do it again if it meant fighting for a win. And the only reason they can fight each other cleanly is because they both know what will happen if they don't.

We don't want to see Charles and Max fighting for a championship because it'd be cute and fun, we want to see them fighting for a championship because we want to see them be track terrors to each other.

The whole point of Lestappen is the war crimes. They commit against each other, they commit against others, Max quite rightly has a track terror reputation but Max has been screeching since childhood that Charles is just as bad and Charles bats his wide green eyes and goes "who? me?". We want a Lestappen championship because the absolute all-out track warfare would be sensational to witness. They're leaving the bare minimum space, they're driving off the track, they're taking that corner whether the other wants them to or not. They both went to the school of "leave me space or I'll crash us both out". We all joke that Max races Charles differently than everyone else, and no it's not out of respect, or memories, or god forbid friendship. It's out of pure sheer survival instinct because he knows Charles will call his bluff. They're going through that corner side by side together, or not at all. And THAT'S the whole point of Lestappen.

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max with other drivers: ironic applause, cursing and show them the middle finger.

max with charles:

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Hi, newbie here! Can we get a scenario where Sae is crushing on his new manager and is trying to let her know in his own tsundere kuudere way. But unfortunately for him, reader is too intimidated and somewhat scared of him to read his actions as trying to spend more alone time with her. Instead she sees it as him singling her out and trying to catch her into making a mistake so that he could get rid of her.

Like asking her what they should get for dinner, to Sae he's asking her on a dinner date (just without the asking part) to reader it's "if I choose a non satisfactory and unhealthy dinner my job is done for". But when they finally started properly talking to each other, it all worked out in the end.

“𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥”

a/n: OH THIS TROPE IS SO CUTE

thank you for being so detailed!!! 

it started with the glances. the occasional ones from across the room when no one else was watching. sae itoshi didn’t do unnecessary eye contact, not during training, not during meetings, and especially not with strangers. but ever since you were hired as the new team manager, he’d been glancing. subtly, barely perceptibly, in the way cats watch birds. curious, silent, unreadable. 

and you? you were terrified. 

not of the job, you were perfectly qualified. not of the team, most of the players were friendly, maybe even too friendly. but sae itoshi? the prodigy midfielder with a stare cold enough to solidify oxygen? he scared the living daylights out of you. 

you’d seen him get benched once for muttering "if we’re playing like amateurs, i’d rather not play at all." and he hadn’t even raised his voice. he didn’t need to. his apathy alone could level a man. 

so when he started singling you out, you knew something was wrong. 

“hey. you.” 

you froze, clipboard clutched like a shield. "... yes?" 

he was standing too close. not that close, but close enough that you could smell expensive shampoo and inevitable disappointment. he tilted his head toward the hallway. 

“we’re going to get food. you’re coming.” 

you blinked. “why me?” 

“you’re the manager, aren’t you?” 

“i-is that a test? like a secret team-building task? am i supposed to calculate everyone’s macros on the go? because i can do that! i just, uh, i didn’t bring my tablet, so–” 

“geez. no.” he sighed. “just dinner.” 

which, to sae, meant: i want to have dinner with you. 

but to you? it sounded like: this is your final chance to not screw up dinner or your job. 

so you ended up spending the entire meal calculating protein-to-carb ratios while eating like a prisoner. sae ordered sushi. you ordered a plain chicken breast and asked the waiter if the dressing was low sodium. 

sae stared at you. “you think i’m going to fire you over salad?” 

you choked. “am i not?” 

he sighed again, but this time there was a hint of disbelief. was she serious? 

“look. i don’t usually ask people to eat with me. you’d know that if you stopped looking like i was going to eat you.” 

“... i-i don’t think that.” 

“you flinch every time i breathe near you.” 

“that’s an exaggeration.” 

he leaned in. “then why are you flinching now?” 

you flinched. he stared at you. you shriveled. 

the thing about sae itoshi was that he had all the romantic tact of a brick wall. his version of flirting included asking what shoes you were wearing and then staring at them for too long. his idea of small talk was: 

“you didn’t eat breakfast.” 

“how did you know?” 

“you looked weaker than usual.” 

or: 

“stop looking so tired.” 

“... i’m just sleepy...” 

“so go sleep. you look pathetic.” 

but when you left a snack on his desk the next day, he stared at it like you’d proposed. a protein bar, carefully chosen, high in BCAAs. he stared at the wrapper, then at you, like he was seeing sunlight for the first time. 

“you got this for me?” 

“yes?” 

“it’s not poisoned?” 

“no?” 

he paused. then muttered, “thanks,” in a voice so soft it could be mistaken for wind. 

you blinked. he didn’t kill you. didn’t even scowl. just took the bar and walked away like he hadn’t just melted internally. 

and you? you started thinking. maybe… maybe he didn’t hate you. 

it all came to a head one night after practice. 

you were staying late to reorganize the locker inventory. as usual, sae lingered. he always did. claimed he was “just watching tape,” but he never watched anything. just stood there, leaning on the wall, eyes occasionally drifting to you, lips twitching like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t be bothered to form a sentence. 

“what?” you finally asked, not looking up from your clipboard. 

“you’re staying late again.” 

“yeah.” 

“you don’t have to.” 

“someone’s gotta do it.” 

silence. 

“… you’re annoying,” he said. 

you glanced up. 

he was staring at the floor. “you think i’m trying to fire you or something. you think everything i do is a test.” 

“because it feels like it...” 

“it’s not.” 

he looked at you, eyes tired but honest. “i like you.” 

your brain short-circuited. “like, as a manager?” 

“no. not as a manager.” 

“… like, as a person?” 

“gosh, do i have to spell it out?” 

you blinked. “… yes?” 

he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, cheeks tinged ever so slightly pink. “i’ve been trying to ask you out for two weeks.” 

“by criticizing my lunch choices and calling me pathetic?” 

“by spending time with you,” he deadpanned. “i don’t do that with just anyone.” 

you stared at him. he looked away. 

“… but if you don’t want to, i get it. i’m not good at this.” 

you paused. then laughed. loud, sharp, slightly hysterical. “oh my gosh. i thought you were stalking me into HR material.” 

he blinked. you added, “i would’ve just said yes if you were normal about it.” 

he raised an eyebrow. “and you’re calling me not normal?” 

you grinned. it was the first time you smiled at him without fear. “so what’s for dinner, then?” you teased. 

he blinked again. then smirked, eyes soft for once. 

“anything but salad.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

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Don't worry, Charles is always very, very well taken care of :)

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seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

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Please, if anyone knows a Nagi x Reader fanfic where he has an emotional dependence on her that is equal to or worse than Reo's, tag me or send me please 😭

and if you have a fanfic where the reader is also emotionally dependent on him, send it to me, I beg you 😭😭😭

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EEK I’m in love with your writing!!

Could you do an Isagi x reader who’s sorta loud, cheerful and touchy but as soon as he gives her physical affection like a small peck on the cheek she instantly melts!! 😣 Like she gets all shy and stuff??

Idk if you get what I’m trying to say (I’m horrible at explaining) but anyway, have a wonderful day!!!

omg. yes (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) i love that ahhh and tysm for the suggestionnn! this one was super fun hehe (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

"it was only a kiss on the cheek!"

your voice carried. you got excited easily. sometimes you talked too fast and moved too much and touched people without thinking — a hand on someone’s arm, a quick hug, your fingers grabbing isagi's wrist like it was second nature. especially with him.

you liked being near him. always had. he was calm in a way you weren’t. level-headed, patient, thoughtful in a way that made your messy energy feel… steadier. better. he didn’t say much most of the time, but he always listened. and he never seemed to mind when you talked with your whole body.

you didn’t think twice about being close to him. you hung off his arm, stole sips from his water bottle, flopped across his lap when there was no space left on the couch. he’d just blink, a little startled maybe, but he’d never pull away.

you never really noticed how you got until he touched you.

it was small. barely anything.

you were walking back from a movie, still mid-rant about a character who — in your opinion — deserved better.

“seriously, why even include her if they were just gonna—”

mwah.

a soft kiss to your cheek. casual. almost absent-minded.

you froze.

mid-step, mid-word, mid-everything.

isagi didn’t even seem to notice at first. he just kept walking, sipping from his drink like nothing had happened.

you turned slowly, hand hovering near your face like you weren’t sure it had really happened.

“yoichi.”

he looked over. “hm?”

you stared at him. “did you just… kiss me?”

“on the cheek?” he blinked. “yeah.”

you didn’t say anything. just stood there, eyes wide, cheeks heating like someone had flipped a switch behind your ears.

isagi looked confused. “was that… bad?”

you made a noise — something between a squeak and a wheeze — and turned fully around, covering your face.

“no! i just—!! i wasn’t—!!”

you didn’t even know what you were trying to say. your brain was scrambled, voice all high and weird, body suddenly ten times more aware of everything. of him.

he tilted his head slightly, brows pulling together. “you okay?”

you nodded too fast. “mhm. fine. totally fine.”

you weren’t, obviously.

you hadn’t realized how different it felt when he was the one reaching out. how something as small as his hand brushing yours or a light squeeze to your shoulder could flip your whole system upside down. it didn’t happen when you did it — when you held him or leaned on him or stole kisses. it was only when he did it first. when he chose to. when it was him moving toward you.

and it kept happening.

he didn’t do it all the time — isagi wasn’t overly affectionate — but when he did, you could feel it in your spine. a hand on the small of your back. a quiet kiss to your temple before a match. the way his fingers would lace through yours while you were talking, completely unbothered while you short-circuited on the spot.

but sometimes he’d glance over after doing something small — a touch, a kiss, a look — and see you trying not to spontaneously combust next to him. eyes wide, cheeks warm, words tangled in your throat.

and he’d just smile, quiet and soft to himself.

he didn’t get it. not fully. but he thought it was really, really cute.

i hope u liked this anonnn!!! i had fun writing someone who's not rin for a secong loll!!

i still love writing rin tho UGH IDK 𖦹ࡇ𖦹

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heyyy it’s my first time requesting on a blog so idk how this rlly works 😹😹

would you mind writing a fic where reader is oblivious? Like to rin’s flirting

YES. YES I DONT MIND AT ALL.

Rin itoshis flirting ends up unrecognised with the most oblivious person he knew.

Rin wasn't one to flirt. Atleast not so easily. He had seen a few movies about romance before and how they flirt and then they date whatever blah blah but he never took it seriously, he'd never need the advice, he thought but then he met you. The straight A good girl who would be nice to everyone. You were totally a catch. Everyone idolised you. You were the type men could only dream about because of how shelterd you were.

Rin sucked in a breath, I don't care I don't care i dont care. He tried to convince himself as you walked pass by him, you'd always leave the school at this time to get onto work with your part time in a pastry shop. He knew you'd get off at this time, he knew, which is why he'd always come here even though he claimed he didn't care about you.

You glanced at him, oh shit, he didn't turn away, didn't say anything either. You smiled at him and waved, "Hii itoshi-san!" You hurried towards him, he turned around pretending he didnt see you. "Hello?? Itoshi?" You titled your head and leaned forward to get into his field of view. He let out a small breath of defeat while his heart raced and in the rudest way possible, "what?" Like he hated you.

You kinda assumed he did hate you because of how he never talked to you or smiled back. Actually, he'd never smile at all. "Ohh I thought you'd be here again today! So I bought you some cupcakes that I made." You pulled out a box from your bag and shoved it into his hands energetically. Rin stiffens up, "why? You didn't have to-"

He glances at the cup cakes which had atleast three heart shaped chocolate designs over them. "Oh.." He trailed off, cheeks flushing, you smiled obliviously, "What's wrong?" You asked but your smile dropped at the realization, "do they not.. look good after all?" You asked.

Rin cleared his throat, "what?? No. They look great. Its just.. the.." He shakes his head, "whatever its not that deep." He rolled his eyes.

Is this.. my time to shot my shot?!

"These hearts look as pretty as you do." He glanced at the cupcakes and then back at you. He expected you to either be very happy and excited , or be very shy and flustered, or slap the shit out of him for trying to flirt. But none of those. You just stared in confusion, tilting your head "oh!! You think so? I mean I don't think I look like a heart though."

He almost face palmed.

"Uh no that's not what I meant.." He trailed off, "Huh? What was that??" You leaned closer to get a better hearing of whatever he had to say. But you leaned way too close, practically in his face, "UHH nothing! damn it!!" He just took the damn cupcakes and ran away at the speed of light.

You blinked in confusion.

Maybe next time..

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 / 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"so why me?"

he shrugs. "because you're mine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what if i didn't?"

"you did... you do."

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

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

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

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

"is that a rule?"

"it's a warning."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you're weird tonight." you murmur.

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

"so?"

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

you raise an eyebrow. "different how?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...if i don't?"

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

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

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

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

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

"ah.. s-sae..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that's all it takes.

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

"fuck— oh fuckkkk—!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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isagi walks back home, tuckered out and sweaty, feeling absolutely wrecked. the only thing that's even keeping him awake and not crashing down is the thought of being with you. and my, he feels like he's been gifted with the sweetest treat the second he sees you.

he sees you wearing these cute, tight bloomers that are hugging your thighs so gorgeously and his face turns a deep pink. he loves seeing them spill out a little and his mind goes wild!

all you can say is a quick 'hi' before he's pouncing on you, diving in between your thighs and kissing and nibbling at the fat so tenderly yet so hungrily. "yoichi," your voice comes out as a whimper. "what are—," but he cuts you off by mumbling in between each kiss and nip, "god, i missed you. missed your thighs so damn much."

the way you're whining and squirming as him smirking, softly digging his nails into the plush of your thighs. when he hears you let out this adorable, breathy moan, he lifts you up to make you sit on his lap, pulling you in for a fervent kiss, running his hands up and down your thighs.

you pull away, both of your breathing a little more ragged than before. he squeezes your cushy thighs and lets out a quiet groan. "'m not letting go of you," he whispers, massaging your thighs which has you let out a sweet, soft mewl.

you're in for a long night.

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