#SAE

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

I love those posts about what a character is actually like. I feel like ness gets mischaracterised a lot and sometimes bachira

thank you! the mischaracterization in the bllk fandom has always pmo…

bachira isn’t some meek and quiet kid who can’t fight back when someone bullies him; he just doesn’t really care. but if it’s something extremely personal or if someone pisses him off enough, he is perfectly fine with getting violent. (light novel, manga)

ness is not much of a gentleman, and doesn’t really know how to handle his emotions. however, this does not mean that he’s obsessively toxic and attached to whoever he is in love with. this is only with kaiser from the manipulation kaiser has done. (egoist bible, manga)

otoya doesn’t have malicious intent when he cheats on girls (im not defending him; he’s literally my most hated bllk character). he just does whatever he wants, including cheating. he doesn’t mean to hurt the girls he cheat on, he’s just bored. (egoist bible, episode nagi)

sae is someone who cares about his family and is a nostalgic person who loves home. many of his favorite things involve his childhood, such as his favorite show being “maruko chan” or his favorite foods constantly being shipped from home. (egoist bible)

despite being polite, yukimiya actually seems to be one of the meaner blue lock players. other players often comment that “his smile doesn’t reach his eyes” and he does often make snide or crude remarks to isagi, especially during the nel. (egoist bible, implied in manga)

[kettleinusefornow]

SAE BF HEADCANONS MNDI

boyfriend!Sae is the type to hold eye contact during everything. Like everything, talking, staring, eating (you) and even during mid matches.

boyfriend!Sae is the kinda guy to be into backshots.. OKAY LISTEN. He would be so into seeing your back, and the way your ass slaps into him. His eyes would stay there, I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s also the type to be like ‘have you ever tried this one?’ But mostly back shots <3

boyfriend!Sae would walk around the house with his choppy ass bangs but it’s cute.

boyfriend!Sae likes it when you disturb him while he’s working out but says it’s annoying. He would love it when you crawl under him while he’s doing push-ups.

boyfriend!Sae proudly wears your scratch marks on him like a medal. He wants others to see them while he’s in the locker room, he wants them to ask about it. He’s super nonchalant about it though.

©kettleinuse4now | please do not translate, repost, refer without permission | don’t steal and say it’s your own (ahole behavior)

[teddybeartoji]

you always used to hang out here by the sea. it was his favourite place. 

making stupid jokes while sitting on the small concrete wall, playing ball and then nearly screaming your lungs out every time it almost went over the edge. eating popsicles while talking about soccer, about how you both want to be just like his brother.

two halves of one, bound by the silly friendship bracelets you had made with your own hands. although sae teased you for them, neither of you ever even thought about taking them off. 

‘a young boy drowns by the beach, leaving a family completely devastated.’

you still remember his eyes, you see them in your dreams. 

you still remember the splash, and his broken voice. you still remember how he looked at you, how he tried to reach for you. you still remember how cold the water was, how scary it was to go under. you still remember how you kicked and cried. sobbed and wailed. your best friend, gone forever. taken by the sea. 

you wish it had been you instead of him. 

everything is gray and dull now; it has been like this ever since the accident – though it’s been years, you’re still plagued by the nightmares and the guilt. the ‘what if’s’ swim around in your head and your mind rots. the cold breeze nips at your cheeks as you stand on the very same little concrete wall overlooking the sea as you used to and stare at the waves – they’re calm, just like then, and you feel numb. 

it’s weird being back here. it’s weird being back home. 

the town seems emptier than ever, with only tourists roaming the ghostly streets. none of the lights are on in any of the houses you can see and you wonder how long it has been like this. 

did you do this?

“you should get down from there, it’s dangerous.” 

a voice speaks up from behind you and you swallow the sad joke, the bile, that creeps up your throat. you stuff your hands into your pockets as you turn around and—

the eyes. 

rin. 

no— 

the brother. his brother.

the similarity is uncanny. your stomach churns. 

memories flash violently in your mind – how he dropped the popsicle, the same blue one he always got the both of you. how he tried to claw his way through the crowd, through the police and the paramedics, while repeating ‘i’m his brother’ over and over and over again until his voice grew hoarse. how quiet it all got when he finally saw rin’s body. how broken he looked. 

right here, ten years ago, you both lost a piece of yourselves. 

and now you meet again. 

somewhere in the background, seagulls cry as the waves hit the shore. the smell of the sea fills your nose and you despise how comforting it is, despite everything. gnawing on the inside of your cheek, you wait for him to blow up on you. to get angry, to curse you out. to blame it on you, to tell you to leave again.

but nothing comes. he stares at you as if you’re a complete stranger.

without saying another word, he glances at the teal ocean behind you and then keeps on walking. 

you’re not sure he was even talking to you. 

the autumn wind blows by as you watch him leave. 

you still remember how he always ruffled both of your hair as a greeting, how he always took you out for some ice cream after practice. you still remember how he cussed at the old man that bumped into you a bit too hard and you still remember how he bandaged up rin’s forehead after he hit it against the corner of a table. 

you still remember how he bundled you two up inside his own hoodie after your first swim of the year. it was way too early for it, it was so cold – he knew he would get scolded for letting you do it but he was there to keep watch and to warm you both back up, so he didn’t see any harm in it. 

he did warm you up and he did keep watch. he was a good brother.

you know all of that was a lifetime ago, but has he really forgotten you? or did he simply wash you away from his memories? you wouldn’t be mad if he has.

his figure disappears between the houses and your chest grows tight as the weight on it threatens to crush your ribs and your poor, bleeding heart. 

he’s way taller now. his voice is deeper but so are the bags under his eyes. he doesn’t wear his hair down anymore and that on its own makes him look so much more mature. he holds his head up high just like he did back then, so stoic and strong; he always was somebody you looked up to, who you clung to in big crowds. who you sought out for comfort when nothing felt right even though he wasn’t any good with words – but he let you rest your heavy head on his shoulder and that was more than enough. 

you still feel like that child. 

shoulders slumped, you step down from the wall. when you glance over your shoulder, you still see him lying there on the beach – pale and lifeless, friendship bracelet still bound around his wrist.

you miss him, you miss them both.

[yukinohiko]

sae, surprisingly enough, enjoys your acts of impulsivity. they don’t strike too deep or too often, but when they do, it’s with a certain sting he can never ignore.

as in the current case, when he feels a sharp ache in his left arm. he looks down to where you’re burrowed against him — specifically, his bicep, where you’ve left a supple bite mark.

“that hurt,” he says, so mildly that it erases any severity from his words. he can’t help but focus on the pinkness of the skin, flushing from your teeth and lipgloss.

similar to a kiss mark, but fresher. enticingly rougher.

“impulse.” you smile up at him, just a trace of coyness, curling closer like a cat in his bed.

“impulse to bite? sounds troublesome.”

“do you really mind this kind of trouble?”

he watches as you position your mouth closer to another part of his arm. so slowly, a little ambush predator he’s willingly invited into his home, into his arms. you move delicately, like you’re braced for a potential rebuff, him shrugging you off, a dismissive, swift “no.”

it doesn’t come.

he watches, with a fascination that he himself doesn’t fully understand. perhaps it’s a side effect of the fondness that’s enveloping him with each and every act of audacity you do.

when you bite again, a soft, sweet bite next to your first, marking him with teeth like you so often do with your kiss, he winces ever so slightly. not because it hurts. but because he knows, all too well, that it is indeed troublesome — for his heart, pumping that much deeper.

“looks good on you,” you tease, testing the waters as you often do.

he knows you don’t expect it when he presses his own face into your shoulder. or perhaps you do, laughing softly to yourself, pleased with the idea of your triumph. but it’s cut off sharply, as sharp as your bite, when he sinks his own mark into your skin.

“ow,” you protest, squirming on reflex, though his vice grip ensnares you.

so hypocritical, he thinks. it only makes him fonder, though he doesn’t say that aloud. only soothes the pink teeth mark with a tender kiss.

you taste like lavender body lotion and smell like springtime. part of him considers biting again. for the time being; however, he only murmurs languidly, “looks good on you, too.”

[saetiate]

sae knowing about your little crush on him and making you nervous on purpose. he stands just a little closer than usual, brushes up against you when he walks by, puts his hand on the small of your back. just to listen to your breath hitch, to watch you straighten, your eyes widen, a ghost of a smile on his face at every reaction you make

[zenokei]

the overnight pouch itoshi sae’s u-20 team found was actually yours, it’s just that oliver saved sae’s ass that day.

it sends a shiver through sae’s spine how scums like them could’ve been the first to uncover that he has a girlfriend—a girlfriend he’s been protecting from flashing lights for nearly two years of his life.

when he gets home that day, you aren’t even able to greet him with a welcoming hug. his hands tensely grip on your shoulders the second the front door closes, and he starts shaking you. then, after you’ve been disoriented without further knowledge, sae shoves your make up bag with an obvious scowl, explaining everything.

explaining what he had overheard from his teammates hours prior.

you only laugh—so hard that it pisses sae off even more. you tell him you’re sorry while catching your breath, reassuring him that you don’t care if people realize he has a girlfriend—but he believes otherwise.

however, noticing you continuing to tease and laugh at his stubbornness protecting you from the media when days pass by, sae has decided he would never leave his things out of sight. no pout or ounce of pleading from you will work, as sae will make sure you never help him fix his bag ever again.

perhaps it’s a bit too petty for him. come on, it was your mistake, really! how were you to know that you’d…accidentally mistake one of your make up pouches with his skin care one?

and how were you to know that someone would even think of covering for his ass? what a shame, really.

© zenokei | do not repost, copy, or use my works.

[definitelynotanalien]

Blue Lock guys after pound town (the trend yk)

feat: Hyoma Chigiri, Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Tabito Karasu, Reo Mikage

tw: mentions of sex, slurs

Inspired by this post by @captainshindo

pound town, supposedly the closest a person could get to another.

Perhaps because of the use of sexual organs, or the physical action of being inside another, or even because of the pleasure that could result from the experience.

Who wouldn’t want to gain that pleasure, no matter how short term it was? 

You.

The answer was you.

Currently you’re sitting at some nowhere diner, eating the greasy fries whilst you lean on the side of the booth. Opposing you is Hyoma Chigiri, one of the star players for the Manshine’s team, and your boyfriend. 

He’s sipping his cola, stealing a fry from you every once in a while, despite your objections, afterall this is supposed to be your treat after being subjected to the butral rounds he put you through. Your legs clench at the thought.

Hyoma is watching you with an eager glint in his eyes, his composure steady, barely changing aside from an occasional vibration or two.

The pair of you had just finished a rather intense round, and decided to go out for fast food instead of just ordering take out like normal people.

You’re practically trembling, struggling to keep up any facade of normalcy as you painstakingly retrieve a small fry.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Hyoma interjects your thoughts with a small smirk, taking his half eaten french fry and dipping it into the sauce before plopping it into his mouth.

You glare at him, completely deadpan. “I can barely walk right now.”

Hyoma laughs, covering his mouth with a hand as he delightedly looks at your face. 

“Skill issue.” He comments.

You drop a fry. 

“We’re never fucking again.” You say, shaking your head smoothly. 

Hyoma gapes, his pretty swollen pink lips separating for a moment in mock offense.

He knows you don’t actually mean it, you’re just using it as a playful way to tease the boy, even if you were serious he knows you’ll come back to him sooner or later.

“But you like it soo much~” He teases, putting his arm over the table to nudge your shoulder, making you lose the support of the booth chair

You don’t bother to give him a response.

Michael Kaiser stares at you with a victorious glint as he takes a bite of his burger. 

You’re sitting in front of him, leaning your head back and staring up at the ceiling as you contemplate life, and as you struggle to even pick up your own burger, let alone eat any of it.

His blond hair is fluffed up ever so slightly more than usual, it’s not as bad as his bed head, but it looks the same as it does after a competitive match. 

You’re struggling to keep your composure, switching between trying to eat and staring at the ceiling, you hear a snicker.

“Talk so big yet you can’t take it?” He remarks, it’s posed as a question and yet it sounds more like an observation.

You shake your head, and choose to smash it against the table in front of you, narrowly avoiding your plate.

You groan, “Not when I’m taking so big.”

Michael chokes on his water, a rare moment of shock.

Then he returns to his usual cocky persona, leaning his head on his hand. “You really shouldn’t say that in public, liebling, it makes me want to do it again.”

Michael takes another large bite of his burger, practically unhinging his jaw. He wipes off any remaining sauce with a tissue.

“There is no next time.” You respond, lifting your head off the table and weakly attempting to eat some of your treat.

He laughs, it’s twisted and much too confident for his own good, yet for some reason it makes him seem even more endearing as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Don’t lie, we both know you can’t resist me.” Michael teases, twirling a strand of his blond-blue locks with a finger, he makes a crude scissoring gesture as he splits the piece of hair in half, it makes you flush.

You smash your head into the table again, having officially given up.

The pink haired man sitting in front of you narrows his eyes, twirling the metal straw that leads to his beverage as Sae Itoshi calmly looks over your appearance.

The two of you are sat in Sae’s apartment, a bag of fast food pushed to the side of his marble countertops as you lean on his kitchen’s island.

Sae regards you with a judgemental glance, looking over your disheveled appearance as he comments, “You know those aren’t good for you?”

You pause, a couple of french fries in hand. You begin to slowly guide them towards your mouth, eating them with careful consideration.

“I don’t care.” You respond, shrugging as your partner glares down at you.

Sae looks like an angry porcupine as he crosses his arms. He takes a tentative sip from his glass of ice cold water, and he contemplates forcing you to eat something actually healthy, although he doubts it would go over well with you.

“Don’t come crying to me later, then.” He turns away from you, as if about to walk off, then he turns back towards you to make another point. “You know-“

You cut him off, “Shut up.”

He raises his eyebrows, and lightly flicks your forehead. You make an over exaggerated groan at the movement, and Sae smirks.

“Stop being pissy, I’m just telling the truth.” He says bluntly, a subtle glimmer of affection in his eyes.

You reach to take another fry, and Sae lightly swats your hand, you glare. He already bought it, so why wasn’t he letting you eat it.

“If you keep at it, you’ll never get to hit this again.” You declare, shaking your head slowly.

Sae pauses, tilting his head to the side and staring at you with blank eyes, “Hit this…?” he asks, wrinkling his eyebrows. 

You forgot that Sae is chronically offline.

“Nevermind.”

A warm smell fills the air, and a sizzling sound ceases. You’re sitting at your dining room table, leaning back and facing your face to the ceiling. 

Tabito Karasu sets a plate, and some chopsticks in front of you. He grabs a few other dishes from the kitchen, his hair floppy and free from hair wax. It’s a domestic scene, especially since you’ve just been brutally railed, and you’re enjoying it.

Every so often your thighs shake from the previous overstimulation, and as it happens when Tabito sets the final dish on the table, he flashes you his signature grin.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You deflect, gripping your chair and pulling it closer to the table.

Tabito laughs crisply, it’s warm and inviting, you want to hear it over and over again. 

“Like what?” He asks, leaning towards you ever so slightly. 

You feel your cheeks start to warm as he runs a hand through his hair, his beautiful hair wax free hair.

You hesitate to place anything on your plate, worried that you’ll struggle to use the chopsticks he so nicely face you, as your hands tremble.

Tabito notices. He picks up some food and starts to place it onto your plate, giving you generous amounts. “Next time I’ll go easier.” 

You pause, flustered. Tabito finishes giving you food, and goes into the kitchen to grab a knife, fork, and spoon just in case. He places them onto the table, so you can use them if you can’t use chopsticks anymore.

Your heart swells, and you’re delighted by the fact that this man is your boyfriend, especially when you dig in and taste a delicious home cooked meal.

“What makes you think there will be a next time?” You comment in between bites, with a small smile.

He stares down at you, and smirks.

Reo Mikage looks down at you pitifully, as if begging you not to do this.

It’s late, and you’re surprisingly hungry after quite a few rounds, of course Reo isn’t, considering how desperate he was eating you earlier.

You’re laying in bed, and scrolling through a delivery app on your phone, Reo sits up next to you, looking at your phone.

“You realise I have private chefs?” He comments, running his fingers through your freshly washed hair with a gentle smile.

You tap your order into the delivery app, choosing to buy from a quick and easy fast food place. 

“It’s too late to call on them.” You rebutt his comment, clicking onto the pay section of the app.

Reo sighs, stretching his arms up and shuffling towards the edge of the bed. He starts to try to leave the warmth of the bed, but you wrap your quivering legs around him.

He grins, “I can make you something myself.”, Reo behind to squirm his way out of your legs and bed. Unfortunately your legs seem to have lost the strength they possessed during your earlier endeavours.

You groan, tossing your phone to the side and grabbing Reo’s torso with your hands. 

“I want fast food.” You demand, holding onto him tightly and using all your body weight to make him stay. It’s a helpless thing, as your boyfriend is incredibly strong due to his time in Manshine and his job as a professional footballer, but nevertheless!

Reo groans, “But it’s rather… unhealthy and greasy.” he explains, still ready to leave the bed to make you something. If he does, you’re sure you’ll kill him.

You smirk, a mischievous idea on your mind, and you pull yourself towards your boyfriend to kiss him right next to his mouth.

“Like you.” You say, pushing away from him. 

Reo rolls his eyes, and stays in bed, shuffling towards the middle once more.

“I despise that comparison.” 

[rinskazuu]

want your bad romance ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

synopsis. ꨄ︎ you text the bllk guys that you cheated on them as a prank (ft. my favs <3)

characters. ꨄ︎ fem!reader x sae, kaiser, otoya, karasu, bachira, reo, and nagi (separate)

cw. ꨄ︎ fluff, crack, swearing, pet names, sassy men, sarcasm, mentions of violence, kaiser being mean, sae being his brother's biggest hater (are we surprised), eita being a silly little down bad bf

notes. ꨄ︎ loving sae and kaiser the same, but only wanting to punch kaiser in the face <3

♪ song used. ꨄ︎ bad romance by lady gaga

end notes. ꨄ︎ guys i love kaiser sm it's not funny (i love sae more)

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tags. ꨄ︎ @starlightanyaaa @jellyfishlord123 @namjooningera @bontensbabygirl @starrnai @tillaboo @patpatspatz @sugusmonkeyy @herefor-tojis-tits @hanham10 @samoankpoper21

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[lumiambrose]

Sae Itoshi never strays from his morning routine.

From opening the window to his morning kombucha, it’s always the same. That is, until you came around.

Golden sunlight filters through the curtains as Sae shifts awake. His body clock wakes him up relatively early, so he’s not surprised to find you still fast asleep, nestled gently in his arms.

He takes in your slumbering form—the way your chest rises and falls softly, your hair messy, and your arm resting ever so lightly holding his own. You’re perfect, he thinks to himself. His beautiful lover, lost in the land of dreams, all for his eyes to take in.

Although he doesn’t allow himself to linger any longer. The grasp you once held on his arm slowly loosens as he wriggles out of your hold, gently to not disturb you.

It pains him to see you cling aimlessly to the air instead of him, but he has a busy day ahead of him and can’t afford to waste time.

That is, until he hears a faint whimper from across the room. To his dismay, he instantly recognises the sound. Putting his clothes down and turning around only to find your slumbering figure writhing slightly, letting out small sounds of discontent.

He curses himself inwardly. Putting you in such a painful situation makes his heart clench. Is he really that heartless? Not for you. He vowed to never make you sad, awake, or asleep.

“Mierda, amor,” he murmurs, slipping off the clothes he’d just put on before quietly sliding back into his spot beside you. Pulling your restless body into a warm embrace, one that assures him that he made the right decision.

“I’m sorry, angel. Didn’t know you’d be that restless without me.” He whispers, tracing soft patterns on your arm. “I’ll stay as long as you need me here.” He places a soft kiss on the back of your head, allowing himself to fall back into slumber for the first time he can remember.

All because of you.

©lumiambrose ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[nanamiixxx]

Omg i'am sorry for this shit

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

i hate mischaracterizing characters, so for anyone who wants these, here are some facts/implied info about characters:

isagi is a loner and often skips out on parties and social events. this is because of how shy and awkward he is around other people and loud environments. (light novel, implied in the manga)

it’s impossible for nagi to hate anyone. even if someone is constantly making him work hard or taking his phone and games away, he is always calm and a pacifist. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)

rin is extremely kind and emotional under his stoic and emo exterior. he gives foreign tourists extremely detailed directions and is implied to be a good captain. (light novel, implied in the manga)

rin is also academically stupid in everything other than english. this is because he’s dead set on being a soccer player and therefore sees no point in any class other than english. (light novel)

karasu loves anything he finds special. he thinks that even rin and isagi are mediocre even though their blue lock’s number one, but he had a childhood crush on the only person he found special, a girl named marissa. (egoist bible)

sae doesn’t realize that he’s rude or has any malicious intent when he’s being an asshole. he just says what’s on his mind, no matter how mean or blunt. it’s confirmed that he does have friends, so he’s probably not always like this. (egoist bible, manga)

[kettleinusefornow]

Rough ride..MDNI

CHAPTER LIST <3

CHAPTER 1: Pleasant surprise

CHAPTER 2: Something deeper

CHAPTER 3: Different fonts, same insides

CHAPTER 4: Moving on

CHAPTER 5: Distraction

CHAPTER 6: No questions please

CHAPTER 7: Nerve wrecking

CHAPTER 8: Not excited (Not out yet)

CHAPTER 9: Split moment (Not out yet)

CHAPTER 10: Life’s unfair (Not out yet)

CHAPTER 11: Waste of tears (Not out yet)

This is part 1 chp list, I haven’t even started on part 2.. Part 1 ends on a cliffhanger BUT I think I’ll be done with part 2 chp 1 by the time I get these chps out!

[teddybeartoji]

sae always lets you ride him until you're whining into his neck, until you're clinging to him and begging for him to take over. he's a patient man, insufferably so, and he will see this sick little plan of his through every single time.

he'll tease you for giving up so easily, too; he'll hum a bit condescendingly, thumbs rubbing slow circles over the plush flesh of your waist as you try to hold back a mewl. even when you're just sitting there without moving, he's so deep inside you, he feels so fucking good and it's all getting a bit much. it's making you feel dizzy.

you're getting to the point sae loves the most.

when he gets to press his heels into the mattress, when he gets to hold you flush against his chest. when he gets to fuck up into you at a brutal pace, when he gets to hear the mess you're creating. when you sink your nails into his shoulders and when you cry out his name. when you don't know whether you want him to keep going or you want him to stop, when you shake and tremble on top of him because it feels too good.

it always ends like this, no matter how much you try to convince him that it won't, that you'll fuck him this time. he always wins.

[seneon]

★ tying ribbons around sae itoshi.

"can i tie ribbons around you?" your question birthed a quirked eyebrow for sae. you're always saying the most random of things in the universe that he isn't so surprised of whatever spills out from your lips next. regardless, he's confused as to why you'd want to put a feminine aspect onto him. "why?"

"because it's your birthday."

a scoff he let out from your words as he resumed his journaling of today's football records. sae always has this book with him that he records every single happenings that occurs during trainings and such. it's his best friend, it seems.

"it's just a birthday. no need to tie ribbons around me."

you frowned. which he absolutely despises— because once there's a downward curve on your lips, you're about to pull something he cannot resist. and it works all the time.

"but sae... please..?" the damn puppy eyes with an annoying little pout that sae wanted to kiss away so badly. knowing you wouldn't give up, he agreed. and now... there's cute little pink and black ribbons all over sae's hair. it's even on his fingers and his biceps.

sae watches as you're seated in his lap, carefully tying them while humming a soft tune to yourself. maybe a little bit to him too, since it started turning into his favourite songs. his fingers gently caressed your sides, gaze locking onto your fingers and occasionally to your eyes where you'd steal a few glances and smiled at him. so quiet in this moment, sae simply lets you do as you wish.

when you're done, you pulled back to admire your work of art of a boyfriend covered with cutesy little ribbons and bows. you can help but giggle at the sight of him looking extremely cute that a few pecks on his lips and all over his cheeks were executed.

your fingers are on his cheek now, forehead rested against his own, and your eyes locked into his teal ones. "happy birthday, pretty boy. you look very cute in ribbons."

note. everyone say happy birthday to @hyoismbbg's man

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[saetiate]

itoshi sae x f!reader tags: afab reader with she/her pronouns, jealous!sae, oliver aiku causes drama, oral f!receiving, hand around throat but not really choking wc: 1.6k

There are very few events you go to with Sae, few that he bothers to attend himself at all. It’s the first thing Oliver notices about you, that out of all the partners to his colleagues, you’re the one he’s seen the least of.

The second thing he notices is that even when you’re there, Sae barely speaks a word to you.

He wouldn’t think you minded if he wasn’t really looking. You’re kind and sweet as you make your rounds to the other players and their partners, much better at small talk and remembering things about people (how’s the new dog? Giving you any trouble? A new house! Let me know your address so we can send you a gift.) than Sae has ever been in his experience. But you’re careful to always keep Sae in your line of sight, like you’re always looking to him for something. Approval, or attention, or something that’s sort of like both.

Sae has his back to you, clearly begrudgingly involved in a conversation with Shidou’s arm resting on his shoulder. This is the first thing Oliver makes sure of before he approaches you when you’re alone at the bar.

“It’s been so long,” he comments as he slides in next to you. He makes it sound casual, smiles sweetly, and you respond so easily in turn.

“Aiku-san! It has, hasn’t it?” you immediately perk up at him, and it’s something he can’t help but find quite adoring. You’re quick to ask him about his life, and he lets you play for a bit until he decides he wants to pay it no mind.

“Sae doesn’t really stay with you at these things, does he?”

His voice almost sounds full of pity, it shocks you with how direct it is.

“Ah! Well- we spend a lot of time together, so it makes sense that he wants to spend time with his friends at these things. They’re a crowd! So he’s busy with them, you know?”

You smile nervously, and it’s that little feeling again that gets to Oliver – like you’re waiting for a validating response.

He could give that to you. But you’d have to give him something first.

Oliver taps the rim of his glass, condensation running down. “Mm. And is he busy a lot?”

“I…”

It’s at this moment that you begin to realize how close he is to you. In the hesitation, he cups one side of your face with his hand, your jaw in his palm and his fingers grazing over your cheek. You’re frozen, staring at him in shock. You’ve been Sae’s for so long, when’s the last time anyone has had the nerve to put their hands on you? His hand moves down to your neck-

Sae is quick to replace Oliver’s hand, wrapping his hand around your neck fully, gently and yet without the constraint or tentativeness Oliver had. You can feel the warm of his body behind you as he pulls you in, so close you can smell his cologne.

He’s got his characteristic neutral, nonchalant face on, save for one quirked eyebrow in Oliver's direction. But Oliver knows, he’s seen Sae on the field-

This is Sae when he’s pissed.

 “Happy to have you join us.” Oliver smiles, but this time it’s something a little more wicked. He knew he would come fetch you at some point, but he didn’t think it’d be this fast, that he’d notice this soon.

“You think this is some type of game?” If Sae was a lesser man, the sentence would’ve been spat in Oliver's face. It’s a near thing.

“Ha? Women are never a game.” Oliver pushes his weight off the counter, walks past Sae with a shrug. “Just didn’t think you liked her that much.”

Sae clicks his teeth, looking like he swallowed something unpleasant. He squeezes your neck a little tighter.

“Let’s go. I’m sick of this.”

~

“Sae-san, I-”

“Quiet.”

It’s not said aggressively, not like a command, but he still watches the way you go silent immediately in the elevator down. Even though you want so desperately to say something, to make things right. You are good to him. He knows it too.

“Oliver likes to mess around,” he sighs, one hand rifling through his hair, an air of exasperation. You don’t entirely get it, but it’s as close to it’s not your fault as it gets with him.

It’s in the silence of the car, darkness illuminated only by headlights and traffic lights, that Sae finally allows you to speak.

“Do you think I don’t like you enough?”

Your eyes go wide immediately, your hands waving in front of you. “W-well, it’s not- I know you’re really busy! And you barely go to these events, so you should spend time with your friends.”

You’re too nervous to notice it, but he watches, listens to you with full intent. His finger taps against the steering wheel.

When he parks and gets out the car, you don’t wait for him to open the door for you. Something in that irritates him, makes him frown. He throws his keys into the bowl in the entryway with a jangle, and when you turn around from taking your shoes off, he’s already in your space.

His hands are on your waist, pressing you against the wall. You try to protest but he silences it with his lips on yours, his hands on the back of your thighs and hoisting you up. Your purse falls somewhere on the ground. But you don’t care. You can’t care, because Sae is hot and heavy against your mouth and between your legs. He presses you into the wall further, grips your thighs tighter, holds you up easily with one arm as he wraps one hand around your neck and kisses the remaining exposed skin.

It's only for a moment before his hand moves back down to roam under your dress, pulling your panties down fervently, the way the fabric sticks to your slick already is something he doesn’t fail to notice. Makes him wonder if he really has been neglecting you.

He tucks them in his pocket and then he’s falling to his knees. You think you whisper his name but you can’t tell over the shuffling. Your feet never touch the ground, he lifts you until your legs are resting over his shoulders, holds you up like this. You try to tell him, “Sae, we’re gonna fall,” (he wouldn’t drop you, don’t you know?) but he doesn’t say a single goddamn thing. Just bunches your dress up and presses his mouth to your cunt.

The broken moan you let out is nothing short of song to him. There’s nothing to stabilize you except for grasping his hair in your hands. You’re a little scared, but he doesn’t stop you, doesn’t reprimand you. If anything, he presses deeper into your cunt. Swipes his tongue up from bottom to top. Makes you sob with the way he zig-zags his tongue up your slit all the way to your clit. He’s always like this – a tease, in control. He holds your arousal in his hands and on his tongue and he knows how and when to make you drip, in a way that ensures only he’s able to drink.

It's sickening, the way he makes your mind fog immediately, makes nothing exist but him in this moment. He does it a few more times before he relents. This is meant to be a reward, after all. An apology, maybe. He presses his tongue to your clit and kitten licks a few times. Envelops the bud in his mouth and swipes over and over, grips your plush thighs tight. You don’t know how long he does it because you feel like you can’t breathe, breath coming short, gasps that are like drowning. He watches you through it, your chest rising and falling, your hands shaking in his hair.And then he speeds up and your core tightens and your body comes crashing, first up, and then down. He holds you steady against the wall as you whine, your hot cum drooling into his mouth that he swallows up willingly, tight core finally relieving.

You heave as you come to your senses, nails scratching at the nape of Sae’s hair as he laps your oversensitive cunt, making you jolt. He licks you clean before he lets up, taking a deep breath. He kisses each side of your inner thighs, and then once more on your clit for good measure, smiling as he hears your broken whine once again.

He finally lets up. Holds you tight so you don’t slump to the ground. He kisses you deeply, lets you taste yourself on his tongue, makes out with you until you’re out of air.

Don’t think I don’t like you. He wants to tell you, but instead he wraps you in his arms, presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Why don’t you go shower first and get in bed, and I’ll meet you there?” His voice is gentle, actions soft, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

You look up at him doe-eyed. “Don’t you wanna-?”

“Mm. Later. You go first, okay?”

You’re too wobbly and wrung out to protest, so you go when he gently leads you both to the bedroom.

The words get stuck in his throat as he closes the bathroom door for you. I really do love you.  

He hopes you might already know.

author's note: sorry to make oliver a bit of a villain in this LMAO in his head he’s just tryna save you from what looks like a failing relationship! if anything he’s your knight in shining armor <3 too bad that didn’t work out how he wanted it to hm