sei-rq

[sei-rq]

"reo, you're spoiling her too much!" your husband just chuckles softly at your accusation, that old money laugh that makes your knees weak and screams 'yeah, i'm hot, rich and classy.'

"i can barely say 'no' to you, do you think I'd be able to resist a mini-you any better, lovely?"

see that's the thing with mikage reo, such a smooth talker, he flirts his way out of your strict discipline.

and so, that's why reo throws another stuffed toy into the basket, as you three navigate your way around the toy store, which was basically heaven on earth to your sweet eight month old toddler, this was a congratulatory gift on behalf of reo, because your little genius had taken her first steps, a few days prior to this event.

reo spots pokemon plushies and of course, he has to make it as dramatic as possible.

"honey, why don't we record her picking her first pokemon?" he thinks it's a brilliant idea, another little trinket for his series of photos and videos he has saved on his phone with a double security system, all of his wife and baby.

so, here you are, watching your husband, on his knees to match her height, while your record from behind the frame, as she steps with her wobbly stance towards her dad.

on his right, he holds togepi, a cute choice.

on his left, he holds snorlax.

well– both of those pokemons do represent your daughter well enough.

the anticipation settles as she keeps walking and he holds both of them in his hands, she stops right in front of him, he quirks a brow with a smile on his face.

"which will it be princess?"

...

you think she's about to pick togepi, but then she grabs snorlax too, moving them both aside with as much force as she can with her toddler grip.

and the next scenario is—

she melts into reo.

cuddles into him, as she hugs him.

and you both squeal immediately at the sight, reo is the happiest man alive, while you just laugh behind the camera.

"you really do know how to dry out daddy's wallet, huh?"

safe to say, both of the toys were bought that day. (the whole toy store also made bank.)

and, your daughter's first pokemon was the strongest of them all, mikage reo.

divider cr: @uzmacchiato !!

[sei-rq]

one more kiss. ☆ blue lock ── ★ ˙🍒 ̟ !!

⤷ ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser.

based on this request.

✦ synopsis: you leave a kiss behind, and maybe a bit of lip gloss, but they come back for more.

✦ contains: highly suggestive content, kissing/making out, light teasing.

✦ word count: 0.8k words.

read more: masterlist — blue lock.

── ✦ isagi yoichi .

“i’ll be heading off now!” he called from the doorway, slipping on his shoes, his duffel bag sat temporarily on the floor behind him.

he heard you scrambling in the bedroom before the door burst open, seeing you run straight towards him. without a word, you cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips. “bye, yoichi!” you chirped, disappearing back into the bedroom to finish getting ready.

he blinked, frozen in place, lips slightly parted. there was something sticky on them — something sweet, like berries and the colour pink — if that even had a flavour.

the bedroom door creaked open again, revealing what seems like a starving isagi.

“yoichi? did you forget something?”

“yeah,” he said, voice lower. “another kiss.”

before you could react, he was back on your lips — practically licking every bit of gloss off.

“you’ll be late for training, yoichi.” you said, although the heat between both of you burned hotter than ever.

“i’ve got time. being a little late won’t hurt,” he grinned. “one more?”

── ✦ itoshi rin .

“you’re leaving now?” you asked, watching him through your vanity mirror.

he nodded, stepping closer, and leaning in for your usual ‘goodbye’ routine before one of you left. you turned around for the goodbye kiss.

he pulled away, but lingered, and just stared. not really at you, more like through you, like he was zoned out until his tongue flicked over his lips once — then again, and again.

“what’s wrong?”

“what’s this?” he asked, smacking his lips.

“i had lip gloss on. i forgot what flavour—”

“let me guess,” he murmured, pulling you in for another. the kiss was deeper and needier this time, and when he pulled away? the gloss was all gone.

“strawberry, maybe,” he said. “not sure, let me try again.”

“rin, you’re all messy now,” you laughed, pointing at the shimmer around his lips.

“i’ll clean it.”

you assumed he meant with a tissue. you were wrong, seeing his tongue do the cleaning for him.

“rin! clean it properly.”

“no. let me taste you again,” he said, already leaning back in.

“you’re gonna miss training.”

“screw that, i want you.”

── ✦ itoshi sae .

you had dinner plans tonight, and sae was waiting patiently, scrolling through his phone while you got ready. when you were finally done, standing up, grinning with a “let’s go!”, he rose from the bed too.

you met at the bedroom doorway, but for some reason, his gaze wouldn’t leave your lips.

“what?” you asked, worried. “oh no, did my makeup smudge?”

“no. your lips look shiny.”

“it’s just lip gloss! you scared me.”

“lip gloss?”

“yeah—” but before you could finish, he leaned in, lips brushing yours. you felt his tongue drag across the gloss.

“it’s sticky. tastes artificial.”

“sae! that’s expensive!”

“i’ll buy you another,” he said casually. “reapply it after this.”

“what?”

you barely had time to process before his arms slid around your waist, pinning you gently against the door.

“sae, what about our dinner plans?”

“it can wait,” he said with a subtle smirk on his face. “or i can just have it here instead.”

── ✦ nagi seishiro .

nagi was sprawled out on your shared bed, phone in hand, deep into some game. he didn’t even look up when you stood from your vanity, grabbing your bag.

“i’m heading out now, sei.”

“already?” he mumbled, lifting his head. “no kiss?”

you laughed, leaning in to give him one. but when you pulled back, his expression shifted. he looked puzzled.

“mmm, sticky.”

“oops, lip gloss. want me to clean it?”

“nah,” he said, licking his lips. “tastes good. can i have more?”

“sei, it’s not food.”

“don’t care,” he muttered, tugging you in again. “it tastes like you. please?”

you gave in, just for a moment. then one kiss turned into two, two kisses into three… let’s just say you were very late to your hangout.

── ✦ michael kaiser .

you were rushing — lips glossed, heels in hand, bag swinging on your shoulder. kaiser waited by the door, ready to see you off. you had a hangout with your friends, but you overslept.

“i’m late, i’m late!” you panicked, trying to strap on your heels. kaiser bent down and helped you, his hands moving fast and precise. when he was done, he stood up, and you planted a quick kiss on his lips.

“hey, what’s this?” he frowned, touching the residue on his lips with his finger.

“lip gloss!” you laughed.

he didn’t say anything. instead, he just pulled you in and kissed you properly this time — thoroughly.

“take care,” he murmured with a stern look in his eyes. “don’t stay out too long. make sure to update me, okay?”

but you weren’t really listening to him anymore. you wrapped you arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss and deepening it.

you ended up being super late, but no one said anything. because your friends saw the hickies, and they knew exactly what happened. not your fault that you had a very successful love life, right?

a/n: don’t be late if you’ve made plans irl guys 🙏🏻

© sinsxo , dividers by @enchanthings & @uzmacchiato.

[sei-rq]

posted by my most beloved ever, amazing as always 🙏🏻🙏🏻

you like me, nerd. ☆ itoshi sae ── ★ ˙🍒 ̟ !!

based on this request.

✦ synopsis: you thought getting paired with sae itoshi was a stroke of luck — he’s smart, quiet, and definitely the type to do all the work. but unlucky for him, you planned to coast. so when your teasing starts getting under his skin, things take a turn in a direction neither of you expected.

✦ contains: long fic, written + smau hybrid, tension, flirtatious teasing, slight jealousy, mild language, bantering, imbalance in power, mild bullying, sly & passive-aggressive reader.

✦ word count: 3.1k words.

read more: masterlist — itoshi sae.

you stared at the group project pairings and smiled in satisfaction the moment it was revealed. your partner, on the other hand, looked like he’d just been handed a death sentence — already debating with the lecturer to switch you out.

“i’m very sorry, itoshi,” the lecturer said. “but the decision’s final.”

“sir,” sae pushed, tone edging into desperation, “please reconsider. anyone else would do—”

“there you are!” a voice chimed from behind him.

sae didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

“i’ve been looking for you everywhere,” you said, stepping into view with a somewhat pleasant yet borderline threatening smile. “don’t make this harder than it has to be. we’ve got a project to plan, partner.”

sae glanced back at the lecturer, deadpan. “this is exactly what i’m talking about.”

the lecturer smiled. “you need to learn how to socialise, itoshi. it’s good for you, and she really needs the grades. i believe you’re the only one who can help her improve.”

“if anything, she’s going to tank my grades. sir—”

you cut in cheerfully, placing a hand on his arm. “come on, you get to do a good deed and hang out with me. what’s not to love?”

sae stared at you, blank and exhausted. then sighed, loud enough to let the whole room know the extent of his suffering. you guys haven’t even begun planning the project and he was already done with you.

“fine, as if i had a choice in the first place. but i’m setting the deadlines.”

you grinned, feeling victorious. “sure. whatever makes you feel like you’re in control.”

he didn’t answer, just turned around and walked off without waiting. and naturally, you followed behind him.

the first meeting took place in the library just a day after, which, according to sae, was the only appropriate location to do work. when you arrived, he was already seated, laptop open, files neatly arranged next to him like the dedicated student he was.

you, on the other hand, walked into the private study room like you were showing up for a date — iced drink in hand, no book, no laptop. just a menacing vibe and a half-hearted smile.

“hi!” you said brightly, sliding into the seat across from him. “hope i’m not too late.”

he didn’t look up. “you’re 14 minutes late.”

“oh no,” you said, sipping from your straw. “what ever shall we do?”

sae gave you a flat glance. the look on his face told you that he had already expected this. “i already started. the project outline is here. if you take the second section—”

“mmm,” you hummed, leaning over to squint at the screen. “what’s the second section again?”

“comparative analysis,” he said shortly. “two pages, double spaced, sources included.”

“oh my,” you said, shaking your head with mock concern. “you’re really giving me the hard part?”

“it’s evenly divided.”

“it’s unfair to compare us like that,” you said, pouting. “you’re literally a genius. i’m, like, a creative spirit.”

“this isn’t a creative project.”

you smiled. “but you just do it so much better, sae! it’d be a crime for me to ruin your amazing work.”

he blinked once, slowly, and then went back to typing. “i’m not buying that. you’d have to work on your acting more if you’re trying to get away with it.”

“what a shame. and here i am, thinking that we were getting along just fine,” you said with another teasing pout, locking eyes with him. “at least do half of it for me, hm? wouldn’t want to mess up our project.”

he exhaled sharply, gaze flicking away as he muttered, “i seriously hate you.”

and for the rest of your time in the library, he was the only one typing — furiously, at that — while you lounged next to him, scrolling through instagram and tossing him the occasional, exaggerated, “you’re doing so good, sae!”

and he doesn’t answer. just keeps typing, jaw tight, ears just barely pink.

the second time you met up, you were five minutes early. not out of guilt, but purely to mess with him.

so when sae walked into the library study room, he looked surprised for a fraction of a second before his expression shifted into suspicion.

“you’re early,” he said.

“don’t sound so disappointed,” you chirped, leaning back in your chair with a self-satisfied smile. “i came to show you i can be responsible.”

he narrowed his eyes. “...where’s your laptop? i told you to bring it this time.”

“oh,” you said, like you’d only just remembered. “i left it at home. but i brought highlighters!”

you held up three neon markers like he would actually want one from your very limited collection. sae stared at them, then at you, then back at the highlighters.

“you’re unbelievably useless. we’re not even writing on paper.”

you shrugged, unfazed. “c’mon! don’t be such a grump, we make a good team.”

“you haven’t done anything,” he said flatly.

“i bring emotional support.”

“you bring noise.”

“entertainment,” you replied sweetly.

he sat down with a sigh and opened his laptop, jaw already tight. you just watched him — watched how he instantly got into focus mode, watched how his fingers effortlessly glided over every key.

“we’re behind schedule,” he said. “you were supposed to draft your section yesterday.”

“i was going to,” you said innocently, “but then i got really overwhelmed. like, emotionally. you wouldn’t understand.”

“you went to a cafe with your friends.”

you gasped. “oh my god, you stalked me?”

“you posted it on your story.”

“...so you pay attention to what i do?”

“i blocked you.”

you huffed. “rude. anyway, you’re doing great. i believe in you.”

“do not redirect this,” he snapped, eyes flicking up. “you keep acting like it’s some kind of game. it’s not funny.”

that was the first time his voice had any real sharpness to it — not his usual deadpan sarcasm, but something that actually had weight. he didn’t raise his voice, didn’t even frown, but it felt intimidating. maybe it was because you could tell he was serious, like you actually got on his nerves. and that made your smile falter for a second — just a second — because it made your heart flutter for no absolute reason.

you tilted your head, resting your chin on your palm. “aww, you’re mad.”

“i’m not mad,” he said, voice tight. “i’m tired, and i don’t want to fail this because you think being cute gets you away with not contributing.”

“well,” you said, blinking slowly. “first of all, thank you.”

he blinked back. “what?”

“you just called me cute.”

he exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair while you giggled.

“i’m serious,” he muttered.

“i know,” you said, more softly this time. “and if it makes you feel any better… i actually did write something.”

that made him pause.

you dug through your bag, taking out a half-crumpled notebook and slid it across the table.

“...this is your handwriting?” he said after a moment. “it’s barely readable.”

“don’t make fun of me. i tried,” you said. “plus, i wrote this while i was in another class. it’s not perfect, but i thought maybe you could edit it.”

he looked up at you, expression unreadable. “...why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

you shrugged, eyes dancing. “i liked seeing you suffer.”

he stared, and you smiled.

“you’re the worst partner i’ve ever had,” he said.

“aww, you always say the nicest things. but i did do my part, so you do the rest, yeah?”

sae should be working.

his laptop’s open, documents stacked neatly beside him, the cursor blinking on a blank slide. there’s plenty to do — graphs, citations, formatting — and he’d planned to get most of it done today. well, at least that was the plan before you decided to accompany him to the library again with no laptop in hand, settling in beside him with yet another sugary drink and not a single intention of helping.

now he’s just watching you.

not in a romantic way, just observational. like he was trying to figure out your true intentions, or just trying to understand how one person can scroll through five different websites to online shop and hum an off-key tune at the same time. he was stressing while you looked up and blinked at him, slowly and innocently, like you did nothing wrong.

“i swear to god,” he mutters, voice low and threatening, “if you blink at me like that again, i’m walking out.”

you don’t even pause. “go ahead,” you said, sipping your drink, “you’ll miss me before you hit the door. i don’t think you’d want to leave me alone with this project, no? your grades are on the line here after all.”

sae exhales through his nose deeply and he doesn’t say anything after that.

“you’re staring again,” you sing, and he doesn’t look back at his laptop in time to pretend otherwise. “eyes on the screen, nerd,you’re drooling.”

“i am not drooling,” he grits, wiping the corner of his mouth just in case.

you laughed at him. then, you lean in and steal his glasses right off his face.

“do you think i’d look hot in glasses?” you ask, already putting them on crookedly. “let me use them for a sec—”

“no,” he snaps, failing to snatch his glasses back. “this is why we haven’t even finished three slides.”

“well maybe,” you say sweetly. “if you weren’t so good at it, i wouldn’t have to leave it all to you.”

he narrows his eyes. “you literally just said you ‘don’t vibe with the project’, like you have another choice.”

“you’re right, i don’t. plus, we don’t get along. since you’re the only one who knows what they’re doing, why don’t we let you do it alone instead?”

sae slams his laptop shut. you blink, surprised — genuinely surprised this time — and tilt your head as he leans in across the table, one hand curling around your wrist to still your fidgeting fingers on his glasses that you were wearing.

“would it kill you to take anything seriously?” he says, voice low, like he wants you to actually listen to him this time. “or are you just that addicted to seeing me lose my patience?”

you return a saccharine smile and lean forward too, until you’re almost nose-to-nose.

“wow… i really get to you, huh?” you murmur, gazing into his eyes intently. “and looking at you up close… you’re pretty good looking. interested?”

sae just stares at you without a word. but his grip loosens on your wrist and his gaze flickers, for a split second, down to your lips. then, he looks away — cheeks dusted with a faint pink shade.

“…shut up.” he said, pulling away and packing up. “we’ll meet up again tomorrow.”

“hey, don’t forget your glasses,” you teased, holding it in your hand.

he merely snatched it from your grasp, leaving the library in a rush.

you could say that the two of you had started making progress.

you began showing up with your laptop and actually contributing ideas that sae agreed with. he even looked a little surprised that you managed to come up with important points.

but maybe ‘impressed’ was an understatement, because he started involving you more in the project — asking for your opinions, your thoughts, and what your solution to a problem would be. so while he was typing everything down, you stopped midway, distracted by his concentration. his glasses were once again resting on the bridge of his nose, and you snickered as he was squinting at the screen.

you put the teasing aside and just stared at him.

“continue explaining the point you mentioned,” he said, not even glancing up. until the silence stretched, and his tone grew impatient. “i said continue. why’d you stop?”

“i know i said it the other day, but damn,” you leaned in, grabbing his chin and returning his glasses back to him, right on his face. “you’re really handsome.”

“wha—” he shot up from his seat so fast his chair screeched back with a harsh scrape.

you burst out laughing. “shy?”

“don’t do that again,” he muttered, clearly flustered as he sat back down and adjusted his glasses. “please focus.”

“i am focused. just maybe… not on the project,” you said. “it’s kind of hard to concentrate when there’s a total eye candy right in front of me.”

he tried to steer the conversation back, tried to get you to return to the work, but he couldn’t stop stuttering every time he opened his mouth, couldn’t hide the blooming red across his face and ears. and when you flashed him another sweet smile, he gave in and did everything you asked — helpless against your charm.

he may have discovered another layer of you today — that you were surprisingly smart. but your relationship with him had gained another 10 layers, and he might’ve already fallen too deep to climb back out.

the guy wasn’t even that cute.

that’s what sae tells himself as he glares down at his screen, pretending to read the same paragraph for the fifth time. he can’t hear a single word of it — not over the sound of your laughter across the table as you lean a little too close to some guy from one of your electives.

why the hell was this guy in your guys’ private study room anyway?

the guy says something dumb, probably, and you giggle again. sae felt his fingers twitch around his mouse, but he says nothing. nothing — until the guy leans in closer to you. an uncomfortable feeling bloomed in his chest, and that made him more annoyed than he already was.

“hey,” sae’s voice cuts across the table, unmistakably harsh. he shoots a glare at the guy. “did you come here specifically to interrupt our project?”

the guy laughs casually. “chill out, man. i just came to say hi.”

sae doesn’t blink, doesn’t believe it either.

“didn’t know saying hi came with heart eyes. can’t keep it in your pants for five minutes?”

you stare at him, caught off-guard by the sudden bite in his tone. “sae, what’s wrong? we’re just talking.”

“exactly,” the guy adds, throwing up his hands. “no harm done.”

“then keep it short. we have a project to work on.”

eventually, sae stops contributing. he just goes completely quiet, frosted over, withdrawing from everything he was doing. and when you finally returned to your laptop with a lazy smile and your usual teasing remarks, he barely even looks at you. his tone is clipped, and his words are short. he doesn’t even tell you to focus, doesn’t tell you what to do.

you don’t ask him about it right away — you wait until you're both packing up, lingering by the door of the private study room as he fastens his bag. that’s when you slide up beside him, grin wide and knowing.

“were you sulking?” you ask, head tilted. “oh my god, you’re jealous! i didn’t know nerds could get territorial.”

sae stiffens, jaw clenching. “i’m not jealous,” he says, except it comes out stiff and awkward, not convincing at all. not one bit.

you raise a brow.

“i’m not,” he repeats, a little firmer, a little redder. “you were just too loud and distracting. and you always flirt like that—”

“flirt like what?”

“like that! like you have zero awareness of what’s going on around you,” he snaps, and then freezes, eyes darting, like he’s horrified he even said anything at all.

“do you like me?” your voice was soft, lilting — mocking, maybe, but there was something quieter beneath it. curiosity, perhaps? or maybe cruelty. you stepped towards him with your gaze fixed on his.

sae froze.

you were in his space now, too close — far too close for someone who prided himself on control. he could smell your perfume, he could see the smirk tugging at your lips, and it made him feel... vulnerable.

he gulped, fingers curling into fists at his sides as his eyes flicked — to your lips, then immediately back to your eyes — like he hadn’t meant to, like it was out of instinct.

“don’t come closer.”

you tilted your head, playfully, and a little dangerously. “why? nervous?”

he exhaled through his nose, jaw tightening. “i’m not—”

but even his voice betrayed him, cracked at the edge. you took another step, his back hit the wall behind him with a soft thud. you didn’t touch him, you didn’t need to. the air between you was too thick now, stifling and electric.

“you are,” you murmured, close enough that your words brushed his skin. “you’re nervous.”

you just stare at him, and the silence became louder.

finally, with a frustrated exhale, he blurts, “maybe if you weren’t so infuriating, i wouldn’t think about you all the damn time.”

your smile creeps back.

“aw,” you croon, stepping a little closer. “so you do like me.”

sae flushes deep pink and immediately looks away, mumbling something under his breath, something you didn’t quite catch before walking away. but it doesn’t matter, his ears are bright red, and that says enough, especially for someone like him. you watched him leave with a victorious smile playing on your lips.

you win.

it was presentation day, and you’re not even nervous.

you stroll up to the front of the lecture hall, no script, no cue cards. sae’s wondering if you even prepared for it, watching from your table, fingers ready to change the slides displayed while you presented. he expected you to stutter or to crack some jokes to throw things off, like you always do.

but you don’t.

instead, you smile — confidently, brightly. and the room just leans in, they’re listening to the way you speak with ease, voice steady and smooth, so effortlessly. the entire class was hooked, and even the professor looks mildly impressed.

but sae? sae just stares.

somewhere between your exemplary explanation of the project framework and your little side quip that makes half the room laugh, he realises something that knocks the air out of his lungs: he’s screwed. because you’re surprisingly smart, just not bothered enough to put in effort. you’re sharp-tongued, but also ridiculously annoying. and you’re just so annoyingly goddamn captivating it makes his head hurt and leaves his chest aching.

he watches as you wrap things up with a final grin and a confident nod. applause follows, and you walk back toward him. you smiled, all cocky and proud, leaning down just enough to whisper in his ear.

“you like me, nerd.”

then you sit — right beside him, so casually like you didn’t just shake his heart up. and sae remains dead silent. but his ears are red, his face is blank, and his heart is in his throat. so you bump his shoulder with yours, maybe you could shock him awake, shock him out of his trance.

but he still says nothing.

because he’s too busy staring ahead and thinking about you, in every way he shouldn’t. and right there, he made up his mind.

© sinsxo , dividers by @enchanthings & @uzmacchiato.

[sei-rq]

running to write itoshi sae x reader smut rn, just so he reacts to it, tyvm chat

♡ read it again, sae! ──

synopsis: in which sae itoshi gets invited to buzzfeed celeb to read thirst tweets, and instantly regrets saying yes. starring: sae itoshi

a/n: this was a last minute idea i did at 8 pm, lmfaoooo enjoy!

[intro – camera rolls]

sae sits stiffly in the chair. arms crossed. jaw clenched. like he’s bracing for impact.

“hi,” he says blandly. “i’m itoshi sae. and today i’ll be reading thirst tweets written by people who desperately need hobbies. or god.”

he pauses.

“i’m a professional athlete. this is what they’re making me do.”

[tweet 1]

he stares at the tweet. “that’s… disturbingly creative. but i do train lower body, yeah. thanks, i guess.”

[tweet 2]

“do you understand how long a champions league final is?! that’s 120 minutes. plus penalties.”

someone in the crew says, “stamina king 🤭”

he turns, eyes wide.

“don’t encourage them.”

then he starts quietly repeating the tweet under his breath. “‘all day all night… full intensity…’ oh my god. oh my god.”

he stands up. “i need water. i need air. i need to go back to madrid.”

he pauses on the way out.

“also there’s no way your stamina matches that energy. be for real.”

and then he skips to the next tweet.

[tweet 3]

he reads it. then just—

“…you’re begging. in a tweet.”

he leans forward, staring into the camera.

“do you understand how low your self-respect has to be for this sentence to exist.”

he sighs.

“also. i would give you a red card. on sight.”

[tweet 4]

he goes completely still.

“...you want me to run an analytical report on your ass.”

he squints. reading it again.

“are my cheeks pressing high enough???”

he slowly turns to look at the crew.

“i don’t even know how to respond to that. what do you want me to say. that i pause replays for a better view of glute activation??”

someone in the back loses it.

he drops the card on the table and leans back, absolutely defeated.

“you know what. sure. yes. if your movement lacks control, i will be the first to say it.”

he sighs. long and deep.

“…can’t believe i’m talking about ass form on camera.”

[tweet 5]

he doesn’t even read it out loud.

he just… holds it. looks at it. blinks. sets it down like it’s cursed parchment from an ancient ruin.

he pushes his chair back.

“…i’m scared.”

he looks down at the card again. reads it silently. slowly blinks.

“…this one takes the cake. this is it. this is the worst thing i’ve ever read in my life.”

he gestures vaguely at the air.

“and i’ve read… contracts.”

off-camera someone’s wheezing. he finally sets the card down like it’s a biohazard.

“i don’t even have a response. you win. congrats.”

he picks up his coat.

“i’m done. i’m not reacting to anything else. i’m retiring. delete the internet. burn this set down.”

he pauses at the door.

“i can’t keep doing this. i came here to promote my season, not read tweets written by possessed people with breeding kinks.”

and then he leaves.

[OUTRO – camera still rolling]

just as sae reaches the edge of the set, the producer calls out, “wait, sae—before you go…”

he stops. doesn’t look back.

“…what.”

the producer clears their throat, trying to sound casual. “so for the next video, we were thinking… maybe you react to those smut fanfics about you on tumblr?”

the room goes completely silent.

sae slowly turns around—painfully slow—like a horror movie villain who just got told the sequel is about him.

“…react to what.”

the producer shrugs. “y’know. ‘itoshi sae x reader,’ ‘nsfw minors dni 💕,’ ‘#smut’—”

he lifts a hand. they shut up immediately. he stares straight into the camera.

“…this channel needs jesus.”

then he walks off again, muttering, “i’m calling my lawyer. and my priest.”

cut to black.

[text on screen:]

coming soon: “itoshi sae reacts to tumblr fanfics about himself (pray for him)” subscribe for more emotional damage!

જ⁀➴ © sevarchive ✦ masterlist ; like/reblogs are appreciated ꣑ৎ

[sei-rq]

hi req incoming!?:) (chars I had in mind; Sae, Rin, Shidou) with a fem reader. Maybe 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 drabbles if you do that sorta thing if not that’s cool! (I’m VERY curious to see this with Sae if you wanna just do one)

Reader working as an intern or something for character’s team. Reader finds herself alone with them and ends up arguing, which is odd since readers usually sweet but the character pushed their buttons. After the character insults reader in the argument reader slaps them then feels bad. How would they react??

I genuinely do not have the source of this sudden slapping obsession but someone said Sae’s head would snap to the side and this usual stone faced man would give you the most devious smirk because he’s actually a freak in disguise.

YOU LIKE YOUR GIRLS INSANE !?

a/n: absolutely adore this req, honestly now that you mention it, i'd go insane for feral sae !! and holy fuck, I definitely think reo would get turned the fuck on if he got slapped, please tell me you get my vision.

ft: itoshi sae, itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, kaiser michael.

itoshi sae:

he's too into it.

WAY too into it, it literally happened because he was being difficult as usual, there's nothing new to it with sae.

but he has been pushing your buttons for as long as you've worked under him.

god knows what he had said way too bluntly this time around to piss you off, you don't remember

however this time, rather than that fake understanding and kind smile that you normally show to people to deal with situations quicker, was no where in sight, because you were alone with him.

you couldn't give less of a fuck anymore, not after what he said—

"i'm starting to think you took on this job because you're a people pleaser and you like the male validation from the team members, such a push-over."

a loud 'CLAP' could be heard in the empty room, the silence that followed after was deafening.

oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.

and before you can apologise and beg to whatever god is up there to not lose your job, there is a 'pftt' sound coming from the man that still has his faced pushed down, from both the slap and for the dramatic effect.

before it's a full on chuckle filling the room.

"guess you aren't a push-over after all."

and he gives you the most DEVIOUS smirk before saying "hope you know what this means for you, cariño."

itoshi rin:

"can you just shut up? you're being annoying." rin huffs as he sees you go over the interview questions for the nth time for the team.

and normally you'd ignore rin's cold remarks and you're trying your best to do it right now too

but fucking hell, he's breathing down your neck like he's judging your entire existence.

"can you stop looking at me like I escaped the psych ward, please?'

he blinks "hard not to, because you did describe yourself pretty accurately."

you didn't mean to, your hand moved before you could think, it was supposed to push him back, you were supposed to hit his shoulder out of pure frustration.

you didn't realise he was leaning down to your level.

SMACK!

and oof.

you're terrified for your job and your life as you immediately make sure that he's okay, but he looks up with dazed eyes, wide enough to look like an owl.

and he looks down at you like you just completely rebooted his system.

"you're going to regret that."

yeah so, you assumed as much, but not like THIS.

safe to say, he was late for the interview, there was a mysterious bandage on his cheek and his hair was uncharacteristically messy.

shidou ryusei:

ryusei is an absolute menace, everyone knows that.

and it's not that he made you upset, or said something to make you mad, you both were alone together as you were working on some important documents.

safe to say, you really shouldn't be doing serious things anywhere around this absolute gremlin of a man.

honest mistake on your part.

"oh that looks interesting, lemme see!" the paper is snatched from your hands and..

RIPPP!

yeah, he fucked up big time.

and you're normally so composed and ryusei doesn't expect anything more than a sigh and complains leaving your mouth.

SLAP!

he made a mistake.

but he doesn't regret it, he'll rip apart twenty more documents if he gets to experience you crash out like that again.

"shidou, i'm so sor-"

'oh nonono, why don't you make sure you mean that and repay me in another way?" and he has the most mischievous look on his face.

mikage reo:

reo never gives you any trouble.

he's the last person on earth to bother someone without reason.

and he's the one you get along most with because of how sweet and kind he is.

even if it's performative.

he's nice.

but right now, he's being anything but cooperative.

his friend and teammate, he has an unhealthy obsession with has been locked off, reo is crashing out.

he isn't listening and he has skipped out on important events and interviews.

being the team's manager, you were asked to deal with it.

you really tried. words just didn't seem to reach him in that moment.

"mikage, listen–"

"you wouldn't understand, you're doing nothing but pretending to be nice–" okay, hypocrite much.

SMACKK!

and he's so dramatic, head turned to the side, eyes wide, hand holding his cheek like he can't believe you.

he probably hasn't ever been slapped in his entire life, let alone been touched like that, he's the heir to mikage corporation for fuck's sake.

maybe it's the light headedness or him finally losing his mind, he can feel all his pent up stress going straight to his dick.

well.

why don't you take responsibility for messing up a face that's worth 705.8 billion yen?

kaiser michael:

so unhelpful.

literally the most unhelpful person alive, he's been buzzing in your ear like an annoying mosquito for the past hour.

usually you would not care, just nodding along with a polite smile.

today he's being extra bitchy, something about isagi.

and you literally want to tell him that you don't give two fucks about what isagi did or how kaiser is feeling about the situation.

"and he–"

"kaiser, i'm busy."

"doing what? you literally get paid to work with us and deal with us, don't tell me that you're so unprofessional and useless that you can't even–"

CLAP!

head swung towards his right, eyes blown wide.

"you didn't just! oh fuck you did!"

and he's malfunctioning.

hot, hot, hot.

he can't believe that's what got him going, why don't you help him take care of it?

after all, it's your fault.

divider: @uzmacchiato

[sei-rq]

Hiiii i really like your writing hehe sooo i wanted to make a request about a really specific scenario that i’ve been thinking abt.

imagine Rin and fem reader are childhood besties and before Rin goes to bllk she confesses to rin and runs away not letting him respond. Anyway, they dont see eachother until after the u-20 match and when they see eachother again , it’s tense and awkward and yea lol (they end up together tho)

a/n: wahh, I didn't know if you wanted fluff or smut, but I have so many requests about smut so I thought I'd try something different, hope you like it <33 and TYSM, ILY :D

stupid owl [5:37 AM]:

okay so

i don't have the guts to say this irl, so as the silly little guy i am, i'm just gonna send this here rq

we've been friends for so long and i don't want something like this to affect us, but i really need to say this before you leave for the little training thing you have

i really like you, fuck actually I really love you

i'm so sorry, i have so much more to say but I feel like if I say more than this, it's going to hurt more, because i know you don't feel the same way, i understand if you don't want to talk after this, good luck with soccer and everything else, rinrin, wishing you all the best <3

you [6:07 AM]:

[n/n], i love you too.

-

error, message couldn't send.

this user has blocked you.

...

rin isn't okay, he slept so well last night, he woke up at the usual time as he does, but well, he can't have shit, because he has developed a very bad habit of checking his phone soon after he wakes up, so he woke up at 6:00 AM, yes?

and disaster strikes, maybe a better striker than him. he had expected a million reels on his insta from you, funny or relatable tiktoks too, maybe even you talking about wanting to stop living as a human and turning into a capybara that balances an orange on it's head at 4 in the morning.

but no, it's none of that, it's his direct messages.

and he sees all of it right before leaving for blue lock, and his heart is falling to his stomach, his ears are red and hot, they're burning so such that he thinks he can't hear anything at all, his ears are ringing, he's happy at first, why wouldn't he be?

he has liked you ever since you tripped on the soccer ball in the playground when trying to learn the game, trying to play with him.

why wouldn't he like you back?

but then his chest tightens and his throat is dry and he can't seem to swallow the lump forming.

this user has blocked you.

fuck.

he's so fucked.

normally, if this was any other day, he'd run to your house, throw rocks at your window like it's a highschool romcom, but it just had to be the day he has to leave for bluelock, he really doesn't have time to spare.

itoshi rin is never late and he knows he wouldn't mind being late just this once, however, he has to get ready, take a shower, do yoga, then his daily morning run, breakfast. his bag is already packed, he doesn't need to worry about that.

and this is the first time, rin decides to say, "screw it."

he's freshly showered, bag in hand, protein bar in mouth, running to your house before his bus arrives, he hasn't done anything in his packed morning routine other than showering and the pathetic excuse of protein for breakfast.

but it's over.

as soon as he rings your doorbell and your mother answers the door with something along the lines of—

"they left last night to visit their aunt for the summer, didn't they say anything?"

okay so, it's really fucking over, and he's very fucked and screwed.

fuck this.

he's grumpy on his ride there, and he's even more pissed when the first challenge in blue lock arrives, he ends up kicking the ball into someone's face, eliminating them and causing them to have blood pouring out their nose, if not already backed by the sadness of being disqualified.

oops?

rin spends his days in the blue lock facility, distracting himself with soccer, forcing himself to recall his one goal, beating sae.

and in a history of firsts for rin, this is also the first time he can't seem to focus on the game he's held onto so desperately since he was introduced to it by his big brother.

time flies by and he wins victory after victory, until it's really time to prove himself and he has his goal set and nailed down in his mind, he will accomplish it, no matter what.

he's looking through the crowd, he's already tense as it is because of sae's attitude, well, it's way worse when he comes in contact with familiar eyes, he knows them by heart, he has dreamed about them since he was a brat with chubby cheeks. (that he still very much has.)

you.

you're wearing his jersey.

and in that moment, nothing else matters.

no one else matters, no other goal matters.

it's not over, you're here to watch him play, you're here to cheer him on, to see how much he has improved and now?—now he has enough motivation to do what he has set in mind, he will make things right, it's all going to be okay.

he's way more nervous when he plays this time, he scores a goal and his eyes are already back on you, to see your reaction, to gauge if that satisfies you even by a morsel, he needs to have your eyes on him.

they already are on him before he looks at you and—

oh.

oh fuck.

he knows he's done for.

he's all yours and he feels everything, everything is felt so deeply.

after the match, he is in a pissy attitude, he was happy when he saw you but sae as always has to ruin shit.

he's alone as he walks down the hallway to reach the elevator.

"rin?"

and in an instant, his heart is down his stomach.

the familiar comforting voice that he is so used to, he turns around to you and no— he hates that look on your face,

that unsure look, the insecurity and the awkwardness as though he'd ever ignore you, that face that screams "i don't want you to look at me like i'm repulsive."

you absolutely shouldn't have that look on you, never in a million years.

"[n/n]."

and he's breathing your name in like the air he breathes, immediately turning around to close the distance between you too, he sees you step backwards and he's hurt, but he needs to fix that look on your face.

he pulls you in by grabbing your wrist, his head drops to your shoulder, his arms wrap around your frame as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

home.

"you played so well."

don't do this to me.

please don't do this to me, don't treat me like a stranger, don't act like there's nothing here, like i'm not here, don't act so indifferent, please.

"i missed you." he murmurs, he can't get enough, he's drowning in your scent, his heart aching like a man starved and oh god, the yearning, he needs you so bad.

"missed you too, rin." and you apparently think this is a time to be funny, yet he knows that you aren't joking with that tone, what did he do to deserve the calculated tone of your voice and the sharpness of your words?

"don't call me that." his brows furrow.

"call you what? i just used your name, rin."

"don't pull this shit on me, [y/n], just anything but this right now, please." there is an edge to his voice like it'll break, like he's about to start sobbing, and it's pathetic but he's so desperate, for anything, just please.

"don't treat me like a stranger, please."

you don't know how to respond to that as you pull away from his reach and his face drops further, he grits his teeth as he pulls you into the elevator with him, it's nice, the elevator is cool, the glass showcasing the world outside from the tall structure of the building, it goes down slowly.

and before you know it, your back is pressed to the glass.

rin's hand on your cheek, the other hand in your hair. and he's pulling you in, his lips rest on your forehead, then your nose and then your cheek, ghosting over your lips and—please.

"am I allowed to kiss you?"

because this is so strange, you were so sure itoshi rin doesn't do feelings, but that look on his face proves it otherwise, he looks frantic, like he's touching glass or something so fragile it might shatter under his care.

"please?"

who are you to say no? his lips are on yours as soon as he gets the signal, deep, intimate, intense, afraid, painfully desperate.

and when he pulls always to look down at you to utter the words.

"i love you too."

the elevator door opens to isagi yoichi whose soul leaves his body, as the sprout on his head jumps alongside him.

well.

words aren't very important at the moment and rin isn't good at them either and there is plenty of more time to deal with all that, but what matters most is that he has made himself clear with his actions.

he won't let you slip away.

and that starts with his pissed off expression as he chases isagi out the elevator to grab him by the hair and the poor blue haired boy can only feel his soul leave his body like those animated cartoons.

you're left by yourself to giggle at the person in front of you, someone who has been your best friend before everything else.

how foolish of you to assume he wouldn't want this.

how foolish, because if he felt nothing, why were his hands shaking when holding your face so carefully to kiss you? as to not break you?

how foolish.

divider: @uzmacchiato

[sei-rq]

living in a hell i created for myself, all the writers i'm inspired by are either sfw writers or are just not that freaky in general and with both my sfw and nsfw content i feel like a PERVERT reaching out to them to profess my undying love for their work <//3, i can't have shit

[sei-rq]

yes, please absolutely, I live for pervert rin 🙏🏻

rin's a freak ♡

despite his usual cold demeanor, rin is a secret pervert. unbeknownst to you, he steals your panties when he’s over at yours, taking it and using it to jerk himself off back at home.

and whenever you’re at rin’s place, lounging on his couch with your legs curled under you, skirt riding just a little too high, completely oblivious and rambling about something dumb while kicking your feet — he’s sitting across from you pretending to scroll on his phone.

but he’s not scrolling. instead, he’s got the camera open. he holds the phone low, barely tilting it just enough to catch a glimpse of your panties — your new ones, the soft white pair with the baby pink bow he hadn’t seen before, all with that same bored looking expression he keeps on his face.

when you two have sex, it’s even worse. you’d be beneath him in his bed, flushed and whining, desperately holding onto his shoulders as he drives his cock into your sloppy cunt. your hole is being stretched wide open, twitching around his cock as the walls of your cunt flutter weakly with every movement.

despite him being stuffed inside you, his cum is leaking out of you in slow, gloppy trails — thick and smeared all around your inner thighs.

"aaaghh—rin—!”, your voice breaks, already breathless from how sensitive you are. your folds are slick with leftover mess from how many times you and him both came.

“just take it.” he grunts, rocking his hips again.

you don’t notice him picking up his phone, too busy squirming from feeling so full, until his phone camera is angled right in front of you, recording your sweaty body and your whining.

“rinnie… you’re filming again?” you hiccup, sniffling.

he doesn’t answer. just zooms into your messy pussy, filming the way it’s leaking out of you in small globs. there’s a thin ring of cum forming at the base of his cock, balls pressed so close to your ass each time he slams all the way back in, as he reaches up to caress your cheek.

“i told you,” rin starts. “wanna remember you like this.”

for this req

[sei-rq]

working on reqs, my inbox is so full omg, don't give up on me chat, I'm almost there 🙏🏻

[sei-rq]

AHHHSKAKAK GUYS NO ONE SPEAK, THE LOML REPLIED TO MY YEARNING AND CONFESSION.

people showing up to the kxxsagi n1 fan competition but I'm already there with my crown and trophy, ILYYYSM, this is the peak infp experience btw, I'm stealing you guys' favourite author away, watch out. this IS a threat

YOU HEAR THAT?? I HAVE A PLACE IN HER HEART !!??

im so in love with you and your writing bro, it's the epitome of perfect, gets me giggling and kicking my feet every time I see a new post from you, you are amazing, isagi can't handle ALLAT I can though, ASKSKDBSKR <33

DAMN RIGHT HE CAN'T HANDLE ALLTHIS

i'm already so in love with you, you're the epitome of perfect, YOU have me giggling and kicking my feet with your words, this message made my day, YOU are SENT BY GOD

girl i checked out your blog bc it wasn't anon and i'm literally in love. THE DARK RED LYRIC? THE FACT WE'RE BOTH INFP'S???

you've already got a special place in my heart and there's a room prepared for you in my head

[sei-rq]

#needthat

LITTLE SECRET

♡. mean plug!nagi, smut mdni, based on this request

Everyone thinks Nagi’s soft. Not soft like sweet but calm, doesn't say anything, which isn't exactly wrong.

Nice when he needs to be. calm. Quietly passing out his overpriced “study guides,” letting people bum lighters off him, showing up to class just enough to ace the midterm.

You know better.

You know the real Nagi — the one who keeps a burner phone in his desk drawer and a Glock under his flimsy dorm mattress. The one who deals out of the library basement and pays someone to write his papers while he plays Apex.

The one who’s currently got your legs spread wide in his desk chair, his hand around your throat, and that same blank expression on his face like this doesn’t even take effort. Your sitting on the chair, back pressed to the soft cushion-y backrest, legs spread open, like you're on display for him. face red, barely able to look at him due to the compromising position.

“Thought you said you could handle it,” he murmurs, pushing deeper. You choke on a moan, nails digging into his forearm. He doesn’t stop.

“C’mon,” he drawls, low and dangerous now. “You wanna be my little secret, you gotta learn to take it.”

He’s so deep it hurts, stretching you open, thick and slow like he knows you can’t take all of him — and doing it anyway, you swear you can feel his tip in your stomach. No warning, no prep. Just fingers in your mouth and his cock forcing its way in like he owns your body.

“You cryin’?” he smirks, dragging his thumb across your cheek, catching a stray tear. “Cute.”

He fucks you like he’s trying to ruin you — one hand gripping your jaw so you have no choice but to look at him while he rocks into you hard enough to shake the chair.

“Always act so sweet on campus,” he mutters, biting down on your shoulder. “But here you are, letting the plug fuck you dumb behind a locked door.”

Your legs shake. Your throat burns from how loud you’ve been. His name slips out over and over — broken, gasping, slurred.

“You gonna come?” he breathes against your ear. “Beg.”

You whimper. “Nagi—please, I—I need—”

“That’s not begging.”

His hand slides between your thighs, two fingers rubbing tight, fast circles on your throbbing clit, he can feel you trembling beneath him while he pounds into you harder.

“Beg, baby,” he whispers, mean and slow now. “Or I’ll leave you like this.”

You sob his name. You beg. You promise anything. "please! nagi.. I— I'll do whatever you want! I just.. please.. jus' wanna cum" you sob, voice shaking,

And when you finally come — back arching, nails clawing his shirt, mouth wide and silent — he groans like he felt it, too. He pulls out just in time to paint your pretty pussy all white and sticky, purposely smearing the cum all over, especially over your fluttering entrance, with his pink tip.

After, he kisses your shoulder like he didn’t just fuck you like a monster. Pulls your panties back in place, not bothering to clean the cum. Fixes your hair.

By the time someone knocks at his door, he’s back to being everyone’s favorite plug — mellow and soft-spoken, hoodie up, eyes lidded.

You’re the only one who knows what he’s really like.

And you can’t stop coming back.

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

A/n: ahhh i love him sm

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[sei-rq]

send bllk reqs PLEASEE I'm begging, HEAVY on the itoshi brothers too btw, I write afab/amab/fem/male/genderneutral reader !! smut/fluff/angst ANYTHING you want !!

[sei-rq]

itoshi sae is a pretty normal guy, or so he'd like to claim and to be honest? he's very wrong.

because there's nothing normal about the way he has your panties in his mouth right now to keep quiet and there's absolutely nothing normal about his choked whines and his eyes rolled far back into his brain from how good it feels, how good you feel.

hips strutting desperately for release but he won't, because he isn't allowed.

"mh—pleaseplease mommy."

sae has never been normal, his attitude, his personality, his behaviour, nothing about him is normal, especially how much whining and blabbering comes out his pretty mouth when making love, especially the sweet names that he calls—no begs you with.

"mommy please, need it, need you so bad!"

"let me cum? please pretty? mnh fuck— ah!"

but once again, sae may dominate a field with the way he plays soccer, but he has the ego of a puppy in bed, so, he isn't going to get what he wants, because he's not the one in control.

divider: @uzmacchiato

[sei-rq]

about that latest oneshot you wrote... how do you think rin will react when he found out that his best friend and his big bro is now a thing? will he actually start crashing out or will he just go "wow you're stupid for falling for my brother"

pt.1

best friend, itoshi rin has noticed some changes in your behaviour as of late, normally he'd just assume it's because of a new show/series/character that you're choosing to obsess over.

but no, this is different, you've been distant, more secretive, less talkative, always looking at your phone, grabbing it the second it beeps with a notification, smiling at your phone more often, and rin— rin is not okay, at all.

because as much as he would never admit it out loud, he misses you, this is so sappy because you're right here, next to him, but at the same time you're not.

he misses your constant chatter about what you did for the day, the constant 'ding' in his pocket coming from his phone due to your daily messages, he misses the occasional late night calls when he's too pent up from soccer to fall asleep, or when you're too stressed about an exam that's due the next day, listening to your whining about how you're sure you'll not make it this time around.

but you always do, because rin is here.

he wouldn't let you slip away, not when he's around.

so, why was he feeling off about all this, you've been closer to him ever since you first came to his house, you come over more often now, the routine goes like this:

dinner, rin dragging you to watch movies, some video games, random talking until he ends up falling asleep and you're gone by the time he wakes up in the morning.

something is off.

and then he starts to have his suspicions, sae has been acting strange, far stranger than you. it's weird because ever since his brother came back from spain, they haven't spoken much.

but everything feels different.

he notices instantly.

ever since sae started to put more effort in his looks, his clothes, he's wearing his hair down more often, he's always in a good mood not that his face says anything different, it's just— he looks happy.

and rin? he'd be glad, because sae has been treating him like he used to, slowly but surely they're going back to their old ways, starting with those popsicles they used to get when they were kids.

this time, rin's luck doesn't play by his side.

you lose.

he looks down at the stick in his hand and then towards his brother, who takes the finished popsicle out his mouth to see the text engraved on the stick.

...

you win.

rin expects sae to scoff at the stupid thing and say how something so insignificant can't judge his luck like he used to do.

but no.

it's there, so, so, so fucking faint, but it's there— a smile on his lips.

"i'm going to put this away, be right back." the older itoshi says as he gets off the couch, leaving rin with his thoughts.

just what has gotten into the people around him?

his question answers itself, when he hears a 'ding' next to him, he grabs it thinking it's his phone, probably something from you, he doesn't have notifications on for people other than his family and you.

it's not his phone.

but he can't be bothered to care because—

you [11:47pm]:

hey, come over today? i got your favourite chocolate and i have practice in a few days so i'll probably be busier, i need my fill of someone stupid til then.

cariño [12:29 pm]:

hii

i think i can!!

i'll ask rinnie if he can hangout tonight then >:D

also bribing me with chocolate isn't fair <\\3

you [12:36 pm]:

i simply made a request with no ulterior motives.

spoiling my partner is seen as a crime these days?? how bad has society gotten.

cariño [12:40 pm]:

suree, keep telling yourself that..!

see you tonight, I love you <33

...

he shuts the phone off as soon as he hears sae's footsteps coming back to the room.

and before he knows it, he's back in his room, the door locked and his ears hot and ringing. he grabs a pillow off his bed, tossing it to the picture he has of him and sae on his desk, which is childish but rin's vision is blurry and his eyes feel hot.

it's not fair, not fair, not fucking fair.

his chest hurts, physically hurts. it feels awful and he feels nauseous and his head is ringing loudly.

why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why?—

he knows, it's you. not that the stupid nickname sae has saved you as gives it away, that's far from it. it's not even the profile picture, you under soft white sheets where only the upper part of your face is apparent, eyes closed as though it's the safest place on earth, with not a care about anything else but your slumber. and the worst part is, he recognises the background, the bed, the sheets.

and it's not even the familiar texting style. it's the pet name that you've insisted on calling him since you've been friends. rinnie, the name he hates so much but doesn't comment on because he likes hearing you say his name. he recognises you instantly.

why the fuck does itoshi sae get everything? does he not have enough of his own things? why is he stealing away the one thing rin had kept to himself, the one thing rin had allowed himself to be selfish over. it's not fucking fair— why his best friend?

he was planning on taking it slow, he thought he had finally found someone that understood him, someone that he could trust with ease and he doesn't do feelings, but he was willing to try, so why?

why now? when he has realised his own feelings? when he was planning on asking you out? right after he finished with blue lock and the u20 match, when he was waiting for the perfect day to finally have you? to make you his?

and if it isn't already enough, his phone buzzes on his desk.

and the universe mocks his existence.

stupid owl [12:40 pm]:

rinnieee.

can I come overrr :000

stupid owl [12:47 pm]:

rinrin?

rinniepoo

loml, star of my eyes rinrin !!

we can even watch that new thriller that came out recently !?

stupid owl [12: 55 pm]:

rin? you good? you're not even 'seen' zoning me like you normally do, woah! :((

...

okay, if itoshi sae wants to play like that, so fucking be it. rin isn't a kid anymore, he can be mature about this— and by mature he means..

you [1:00 pm]:

sure.

why don't you stay the night?

[sei-rq]

best friend's brother, itoshi sae, is so unbearably hot and he's so effortlessly alluring, the first time you met him was when itosh rin had finally deemed you trustworthy enough to bring you over to his place,

you had expected his parents to be there of course, but rin never said he had a brother, never even mentioned sae, and you wanted to bang his head against a wall because not only did he never mention the mysterious older sibling of his, but also how he never warned you about those delicious thighs, moreover those impeccable biceps.

itoshi sae was a walking wet dream come true, he had opened the door for you, in a grey shirt that hugged his fit figure and some shorts that ended just at the right length to show off his thighs, you could say that you had the patience of a saint, because dear god, his hair was down that was yelling cozy, relaxed, the small sliver chain around his neck almost taunting you to get closer, for a bite of whatever was to be served.

dinner at the itoshi household was quiet, other than rin's mother gushing about the fact that her youngest had finally brought a friend over, not that sae had brought someone over before, so rin did beat sae at something.

rin had introduced you to his parents, the roulette went in the order of: mother, father and.. did you really think he'd introduce you to asmodeus' incarnate himself? that was until sae himself cleared his throat after finishing off his food, lending you his hand to shake as he let the words flow through naturally.

"i'm sae, it's nice to meet you, how did you meet rin?"

that was the first time he had spoken directly referring to you, ever since you came over.

after greetings, introductions, dinner and dishes were done, you had been dragged to rin's room to spend the rest of the time watching horror films, a marathon for whatever films rin wanted you to watch with him, eventually you felt a weight on your shoulder, with rin and his closed eyes, followed by light snores, smiling to yourself, you removed him from yourself, resting his head on the pillows on his bed, gently.

normally, this exact moment would turn innocent friendship into something more, as you counted the lashes on rin's eyes, but— that was before, itoshi sae was in the picture.

you fixed yourself up, preparing to leave, it would be bad to overstay your invite, however, someone had other plans.

as you left rin's room gently shutting the door, you're greeted with a siren, freshly showered, messy wet hair, towel around neck— fuck.

sae's first thought is, stay.

so that's what he says without much thought.

" 's late, stay the night."

and what more are you to do rather than listening to the beauty in front of you? so you do, not in rin's room, not in the guest room because apparently it isn't cleaned and prepared to host a visitor, but in sae's room.

with sheets that smell of his cologne, with clothes that smell of his soap, with a pillow that smells of his shampoo— it's too much.

sae lays opposite to you, letting you ball yourself into the wall, as he watches replays of a previous match of his, with an arm tucked under his head for support, the lighting in the room is dim, the room is cold from the air conditioner and sae— he is there, next to you, not at all bothered with a stranger lying next to him.

it's either that he's crazy, or he just doesn't find you attractive.

that thought is soon thrown out the window when he turns to look at you, his phone put down on the bedside table.

it's intimate, as he stares into your eyes.

you in his clothes, in his bed, in his mind.

"you're odd."

is what he says.

"says the one letting a stranger into their bed." you retort back.

"says the one getting into the bed of a stranger without any thought." well.

his hand finds itself in your hair, brushing it out of your face.

"you're stupid, you know? who gets in bed with a man they barely know, do you know how dangerous this is?

but his heart skips a beat, as you smile, placing your hand over his.

"maybe i like taking risks, maybe because the 'dangerous' outcome is something i wouldn't mind."

...

"stupid."

he says it so softly, as he scoffs.

and he looks at you, you look back at him, maybe sae isn't asmodeus but he surely is a bad addiction, because the one deadly touch of lips is the start of it all.

he's gentle, almost acting like you're glass, but there is firmness to the kiss, soon it turns messy, with his tongue swallowing yours, him swallowing your soul.

it's so much, too much.

but he doesn't let you pull away, he pushes you back onto the wall while you're both laid down on his bed, pushing himself into you, his leg between your thighs, that doesn't press up.

he finally lets you pull away, as his head drops to your shoulder.

as you pant for air.

"let me take you to dinner."

huh?

he mumbles against your skin.

"you want to take me to dinner?"

"yes cariño, you can hear, that's amazing, that's exactly what I said."

full of himself, as he should be.

you scoff but don't push him away.

"well, here i thought i was about to be railed out of my mind."

it's half hearted really.

"you will be, but i don't do flings, if i'm going to ruin you, then i'm taking you to dinner first, unless you were hoping for a hit and run, then sorry that's not me."

...

that's how you end up with itoshi sae, because the next time you're in his bed, it's not going to just be desperate kisses, it's going to be a lot messier.

pt.2

[sei-rq]

sei-rq's confidential documents !

eighteen . infp . sx/so5w4 .

sei / saye / doll

any prns / sae's doll <3 / taylor swift devotion.

. . .

reqs : closed !

fandoms : bllk, jjk, bsd, wb.

yes : fluff, smut, angst, dark content/dead dove.

no : nothing yet, unless i state otherwise.

[sei-rq]

The funniest thing that happens every time a new Dazai ship starts to develop is that there is always an argument of whether he be with character A or B but then people start shipping A and B together and leave Dazai out. And it’s like, so we all agree? That Dazai is the problem right?