#SAE

[ysvanielle]

i took this picture sneakily while MY husband was pampering OUR son , explaining he will be back soon after his match ♡

translation: Itoshi Shohta (our son's name): "Daddy, don't go!!!"

Itoshi Sae: "If you come with me, Mommy will be alone. While daddy can't come home, you have to protect mommy. Can you do it?"

*sniffle..*

translated by - @ysvxnielle (me) reblogs, likes and follows are appreciated !

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

𝐜𝐰 ; knight!itoshi sae x princess!reader, set in a fantasy victorian au, arranged marriage, childhood best friends, mentions of birthing difficulties

“you will be meeting with a guest in a few days. you must look your best.”

your father’s words rang through your ears as you roamed through the pristine walls of the palace. your lips were painted bright red, and your eyes were glowing with the previous night full of long sleep. your guest would be arriving within mere minutes now.

“you’re awfully giddy.”

you turned to the familiar voice, grinning at him. “sae, of course i am. it’s not often that father brings a guest here to the palace. i wonder who it could be; a merchant? perhaps an explorer who had just returned from an expedition?”

his teal eyes glanced at you before he gave you a judgmental look. “as if.” you sighed, knitting your eyebrows together.

“always so pessimistic, sae.” but you don’t expect anything else from him. you’ve known him since childhood after all, when he had first began knight training with chubby cheeks and eyes full of hopes and dreams. now his eyes are just dead.

“and what; imagine it’s your future husband that you’re meeting or something.” sae muttered.

“i’m not. we’re gonna get married.” you declared, a teasing smile on your face. but you weren’t joking; you and sae have planned to get married the moment your father died, as he would never approve of such a marriage. but once you become queen, who cares about who you marry?

“yeah, yeah. just go. your father must be waiting.” he patted your head, your dress flowing behind you. you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck for a hug.

“mhm. i’ll be back soon!” you kissed his cheek, and although he responded with a huff, a small smile peeked through his cold exterior. with that, you left the halls and entered the throne room, where your father sat with an unfamiliar figure.

“father.” you curtsied. you turned to the new person, a man. “and you may be…?” you took a long, good look at him. he was handsome, no doubt. with white blonde hair and red eyes, along with a fit physique. a cross shaped scar ran from across his eye to across his nose, and a few scars lived on his neck as well.

“this is prince bunny iglesias from the barcha kingdom. your future husband.” you father stated flatly.

what.

“father. this is so sudden, and i’m…i’m baffled. why didn’t you tell me before this?” keep it down. keep it down. keep it down. screaming and yelling will only make your father even more adamant on making you marry this bunny person.

“well, i know you and i know that you’d run away or something similar the moment i told you beforehand.” you father sighed. bunny looked at you with a plastic smile.

“i know that this is sudden for you, but it is for me as well. i hope you understand, but this marriage is an important one for the kingdoms of re al and barcha.” bunny chimed in.

you wanted to glare at him. yes, you felt bad for him. but he was told of this beforehand, unlike you. but his smile was so lonely that you couldn’t even bring yourself to hate him. “yeah…father, may i please have some time to think this over?”

“yes. but this marriage will happen, no matter what.” your father affirmed. you nodded, curtsying to the both of them and leaving the room.

before you realized it, tears had begun to slide down your cheeks. you sniffled, choked sobs escaping your lips. “oh, oh…” you walked up the long marble stairs, hoping to escape to your room. but before you could, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and legs to pick you up.

you didn’t even have to look to know that it was sae. he had soon placed you on somewhere to sit. when you finally stopped crying and your vision cleared, you realized that he had placed you behind vines in the royal garden, perhaps the only place where you could be left alone.

“sae, i…”

“i heard.”

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s not your fault.”

you glanced up at him, his teal eyes fixated on you. his hands grasped at yours, and just by a little, his eyes softened. “hey, don’t worry about it.” you hadn’t realized it at the moment, but his voice was the most gentle it had ever been with anyone. “we’ll make it through this together, okay?”

“y-yeah,” a fresh batch of tears framed your lashes, and sae wiped each tear away with his finger. “but would you be willing to wait? just for a little longer than you’re meant to?” sae huffed, bringing your hand to his heart.

“you’ve already carved your name into my heart. waiting for you is as simple a task as my heart beating.

and he waited.

whether it was through watching your wedding or watching the way your children constantly miscarried or watching the sole heir to the kingdom be a frail boy that resembled bunny in every single way, sae waited. endured.

he endured watching you on your death bed, only at a mere 32, after having given birth to your heir. he endured as the memory of you slowly slipped away from the fingers of the kingdom. he endured as he laid on his deathbed, the only thought in his mind that he could finally see you again.

…

“hey, are you a fan of him?”

you pointed at the magenta haired boy. the other boy glanced up at you with round, curious eyes. actually, you reckoned that there wasn’t a thought behind those eyes. “that’s my big brother.” he replied. “his names sae. he’s the coolest and most kindest person in the world!”

“sae…?” you asked. you were the same age as him, and he looked familiar somehow, although you couldn’t put your finger on it. you watched through the nets, how he shot goal after goal effortlessly. “hm.”

after the match ended, sae walked over to rin, who stood next to you. “hey rin, let’s go-“ his eyes then landed on you. “have me met before?”

“i don’t think so, but i also do. it’s weird.” you exclaimed.

“well, my name is itoshi sae. it’s nice to meet you.”

[yoonlyhan]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ in which itoshi sae teaches you how to kiss properly

“why are you so shy suddenly? thought you wanted to kiss?” he hums.

sae tilted his head closer to you, almost as if he was teasing you. and he probably is when he leaned more. you don't know what has gotten to sae but he's strangely too affectionate.

teal eyes slowly started to get drown in your hazy eyes. you're blushing crazy and you didn't know what to do with this unseen version of sae. you almost thought you shuddered but the loud beat of your heart shapes an illusion that sae was staring at you like he was eating you alive.

and boy he really is gonna.

sae leans further, urging you to bark back like you were doing earlier. but you didn't knew that sae would be the kind to bite and bark in this kind of situation.

you almost regret what you said.

“y/n,”

“w-wait! i don't know how to... kiss right now. let's do this sometime—”

he hums. “bite back, won't you?”

sae's fingers are now on your cheeks as he holds your face. might as well being forced to hold your eyes on him since your vision only captures his captivating look.

“i'll tell you a secret then. if you lick the inside of your lower lips, it will feel as if we're kissing.”

you blinked. then you did what sae said. “wiwy? (really?)”

sae leaned down to kiss you.

correct that. to french kiss you.

you breathe in sharply. your hands jolted on top of sae's shoulder to get a hold of this sudden action of his... but you eventually find yourself melting under him.

you utter a curse to sae but it was quickly drown when you felt him tracing your nape, slowly and teasingly.

oh christ, sae is one sly man.

kissing technique idea was inspired from the bl: backlight!

masterlist ♡

© written by @yoonlyhan . don't plagiarise my content. u will be blocked :x

credits to @strangergraphics for the wonderful divider ♡

[ryusdoll]

dilf!sae who finds himself in your sheets time and time again. he knows he shouldn’t, your too young for him, early twenties and so full of life. but he can’t stop— he’s obsessed, needy for more yet he’d never admit that out loud, and addicted.

you two met at an event, you were bestfriends with this girl who was rich due to her family- and she often invited you to things like this. little did you know professional soccer players go to it. sae was in his mid thirties, getting dragged to these things by his own friends as well. he fit the part considering he was a literal millionaire.

a few words turned into a conversation, and then a conversation became.. a make out session. and we know what that led to.

the first time you had sex with the cold older man was.. intense. nothing like you’d had before. he fucked like he needed to prove a point, like he needed to be deep, deep inside you. and hell he was. you didn’t remember how many positions or rounds you did— all you knew was that by the end of that night you exchanged numbers and had a good limp for a day or two.

the cycle continued, sae couldn’t keep his hands away from you for too long. but he also found himself .. growing fond of you. your little giggles at every sarcastic comment he made, the way you’d tease him about his soccer life, the way you talked about your family in such a good manner… he really liked you.

poor sae didn’t know what to do. you guys had an age gap- a big one. the two of you discussed it before, and he knew where you stood. you said you’re completely fine with the age gap(it turns you on), but he remained in between. not sure if he should or not.

but today, he asked you on a date. a real date. not the quick texts he’d send saying: can you come over? to his penthouse, nope! not this time. he wanted a real date with you, he wanted to treat you to something you deserved. sae also had more than enough money to afford it.

you smiled as you read the message, excited. responding with a quick yes as you two discussed the plan and times.. you were happy with the way things were, and possibly how the future could turn out. sae knew he was too.

© ryusdoll || do not plagiarize or translate my work in any shape or form.

requests always opennnn!!!

i love dilfs . . .

[pawcider]

SAE X BIMBO READER ( suggestive , fluff )

sae’s sitting on the edge of the hotel bed with his headphones half-on, tapping something into his notes app like he’s discussing something insanely important instead of planning out some routine passing drill. you’re across the room on your stomach, legs kicked up, painting your toenails bubblegum pink with a steady hand and zero focus.

you’re humming to yourself. and he hasn’t looked up in a full seven minutes, which is like a personal attack.

“babe,” you sing softly. nothing. you tilt your head and try again. “babyyyy.”

his jaw flexes, but he doesn’t look at you. “what.”

you blink at him from across the room. “can you open my soda?”

“you opened it ten minutes ago.”

“yeah but i think i closed it again too hard.”

“that’s not a thing,” he says flatly, but he’s already getting up, because if he doesn’t do it, you’ll do it your way—with your teeth—and then he’ll have to listen to you complain about ruining your gloss for the next two hours.

he takes the can from your outstretched fingers and pops it open with an easy flick, eyes flicking over your hands, your nails. long, acrylic, rhinestoned. probably also the reason you claim you can’t possibly open soda. “you’re helpless,” he mutters.

“i’m cute,” you correct, taking a sip and batting your lashes.

he eyes you as you drink—lips glossy, neck stretched long, a tiny little smear of pink gloss now on the can. sae licks his teeth and turns away before he starts staring. “same thing,” he murmurs under his breath.

“what?”

“nothing.”

you smile, very pleased with yourself, and start lining your nail polishes up in a gradient—barbie to coral, then reverse. meanwhile, sae’s already halfway back to his spot on the bed when you pipe up again.

“wait,” you whine, fake but effective. “can you like… pass me my top?”

he pauses mid-step. “what top?”

you point vaguely behind him. “the little white one. with the ties.”

his gaze slides to the flimsy little triangle scrap of fabric draped over the desk chair, and he raises a brow. “that’s a top?”

you blink up at him, lips parted in innocent confusion. “duh?”

he picks it up with two fingers like it personally insulted him. “this has to violate some kind of decency law.”

you make grabby hands. “just pass it, meannn.”

he tosses it at you with a dry look. “for what? you’re not wearing it.”

“i was,” you huff. “but i didn’t wanna get polish on it. it’s new.”

sae leans a shoulder against the wall and folds his arms, watching you like he’s trying to decide whether or not to ruin your day or your makeup. “how much was it.”

“not important.”

“how much, babe.”

you hum, reaching for your drying spray, avoiding eye contact. “like… half of what you spent on cleats last week.”

“so too much,” he mutters, then adds under his breath, “for something that doesn’t even cover your tits.”

you give him a look over your shoulder. “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

he smirks slowly, eyes dragging over the bare length of your back. “never said that.”

your breath catches a little, but you recover quick, flopping dramatically onto your back with your legs still bent at the knees. your tiny shorts ride up—he notices—and your tank top shifts just enough to give him a peek. he notices that too.

you fiddle with your nail polish cap like you don’t know what you look like. “sae,” you mumble, voice going soft and sweet. “come here?”

he exhales slowly through his nose. “why.”

“because,” you blink up at him, bottom lip sticking out just a little. “i wanna show you something.”

he takes his time crossing the room. not because he’s slow—he’s just an asshole. always walks like you should be the one chasing him. he stops at your side and stares down at you with that bored little tilt to his mouth that doesn’t fool you anymore.

you look up at him all wide-eyed and pretty. “you’re so mean to me,” you pout.

“you’re dramatic,” he replies, but it’s quieter this time. almost fond. his gaze dips again, slower this time, tracing the curve of your thigh to the little shimmer of lotion on your collarbone. “and you keep doing that thing.”

you blink. “what thing?”

he leans down, one hand on the bed beside your head, voice low. “that thing where you pretend you don’t know you’re teasing me.”

your breath catches, but you keep the smile on your face. “maybe i don’t.”

he dips his head a little, nose brushing your cheek as his fingers trace the hem of your tank top. “liar.”

your whole body lights up like a switch was flipped, and your hands twitch against the sheets.

“you literally walked around the room in panties and lip gloss like that’s a normal outfit,” he murmurs. “and then sat like that.”

“like what?” you blink innocently.

he exhales a slow laugh, barely touching his lips to the side of your neck before pulling back just a little. “you’re exhausting.”

“you’re obsessed,” you whisper.

“unfortunately.”

you try to slap his chest but he catches your wrist, presses it into the bed above your head, and pins you with a look that’s all sharp heat and control. “you think it’s cute to tease me, don’t you?”

“i know it is.”

“and you think i’m just gonna let it go?”

“you always do,” you grin.

“not tonight,” he mutters.

your smile slips. your heart picks up speed. “o-oh.”

sae watches your face, watches how fast that bravado slips away when he shifts just a little closer. “what, cat got your tongue?”

“maybe i should put my top back on,” you mumble suddenly.

“maybe you should stop acting like you don’t want me to take it off again.”

you go silent.

he hums low in his chest, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “figured.”

then he’s gone, pulling back just enough to leave you breathless and a little dizzy and very, very flustered.

“you’re evil,” you manage.

“you like it,” he says, heading back to his phone like he didn’t just wreck you casually on the hotel bed in broad daylight with zero contact.

you stare at the ceiling, cheeks hot. “so obsessed.”

“i’m aware.”

[yukinohiko]

something about lovesick sae. it’s unfamiliar to him. this feeling of weightlessness and crushing desire that simultaneously squeezes his heart into beats that would make his physiologist fear cardiac arrest.

you wouldn’t know it, of course. to you, your boyfriend is only standing by the doorway of the living room, looking a little too keenly in your direction. you wonder if you’ve got a blemish or a spot of cream from dessert on your face.

“sae? what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” he says. blandly. tonelessly.

so really, who could blame you for having no clue what you were doing to his poor heart?

you hum and pat the couch seat beside you invitingly. he stares, the afternoon light making his eyes glint like seaglass. and he does join you on the couch, though not beside you, rather scooping you up and placing you on his lap.

“sae—”

“don’t complain.” he says it impassively, tucking loose strands behind your ear, cupping your nape with his other hand as though to support you in the position he’s put you in. “you smell different.”

“hmm? it might be my new perfume.”

he tucks his face against your neck, and you can feel his breath. he murmurs, “perfume?”

“strawberries and vanilla,” you say, breathier in the intimacy he’s created between you. you would squirm, if it weren’t for his arm around your waist keeping you nestled close. “I have three others I’m considering.”

“this alone feels like too much.”

before you can rise to argue, his lips are already on your throat. your jaw. his heart is squeezing in his chest. it only feels right, he thinks, to make you feel a fraction of what you do to him. to crush you close, love you, show you everything he can’t say.

[casey0w0]

Need to draw them kissing next or something

[m1khailingf]

sae with no brim

[celabi]

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 / 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"so why me?"

he shrugs. "because you're mine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what if i didn't?"

"you did... you do."

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

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

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

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

"is that a rule?"

"it's a warning."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you're weird tonight." you murmur.

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

"so?"

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

you raise an eyebrow. "different how?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...if i don't?"

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

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

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

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

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

"ah.. s-sae..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that's all it takes.

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

"fuck— oh fuckkkk—!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ysvanielle]

NEW SAE OFFICIAL ART FOR BLUE LOCK WORLD CHAMPION !! 🗣️‼️

he looks so yummy heh-heh.. 🤤

[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)

[rinskazuu]

→ all for me? ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

synopsis. ꨄ︎ your bllk bf is at the store and wants to know what you want, so you devise a mischievous plan to prank him by asking him to get you the most random things until he says no. (insp by this tiktok)

featuring. ꨄ︎ fem!reader x sae, kaiser, karasu, reo, yukimiya, aiku, isagi, barou (separate)

includes. ꨄ︎ established relationship, fluff, crack, slightly suggestive (yukki's, kaiser), NSFW (aiku's), swearing

notes. ꨄ︎ i changed yukki and reo’s pics !! and i think i southernified karasu too much?

♪ track. ꨄ︎ n/a

end notes. ꨄ︎ i had sooo much fun writing this lmaooo

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[ryusdoll]

sae.. and.. degrading 🥹

-🏄‍♂️

oh my god. hear me out.

so considering sae’s status as a professional athlete and so on, he often gets invited to these event, party kind of things. and considering your his girlfriend, of course he would take you.

and he wasn’t the type to get jealous. not at all. but today? it was like you were purposely teasing him, looking at the men a certain way- talking and giggling like it was the funniest shit ever.

he didn’t take you for a … nevermind. but he definitely didn’t expect to see you acting like you were single and flaunting everything you had.

and that led to this scene.

you were on top of him, in the backseat of his stupid expensive car. riding his thigh desperately. his hands around your neck. “yeah, be a fucking whore and flirt with all those lukewarm losers- is that what you’ve stooped down too now?” he says as you pant breathlessly, rubbing your wet cunt frantically on his thick muscular, clothed thigh. he scoffs. “it’s like you forgot you were even in a relationship with me.”

“look at you.. enjoying being choked too. pathetic. that’s what you are.” he didn’t mean it of course. it was … tough love?.

as he ranted- he notices you speeding up. you were close. he knew it. so he pushed you off. you gasp— whining, your thighs shaking from need. “sae-” you protest, “ah ah. you’ve already made a mess on my pants. why would i let you make a bigger one?” he asks you so mockingly. “ sluts don’t get to cum.”

“now spread your legs.” you obey his words, spreading them eagerly for him. he grabs a vibrator out of a pouch kept in the side door for.. special occasions.. and he literally spit on it, shoving it in your wet cunt. earning a grotesque moan from you.

“put your dress back on. we’re going home,” he clears his throat, before grabbing the remote that controlled the vibrator and turning it up- making you suffer the entire way back home, fidgeting and mewling.

© ryusdoll || do not plagiarize or translate my work in any shape or form.

[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)

[justcat-judging]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞

⋆. 𐙚˚- 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 '𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆' 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒂 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅.

𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒀𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊, 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖, 𝑹𝒆𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐, 𝑹𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊, 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒆, 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓, 𝑺𝒂𝒆 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊

𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒀𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊

It started as a joke.

You sent Yoichi a snap of you in the mirror, flexing a very unimpressive "bicep," captioned, "When he's copying your snaps, so you pulled this move." It was part of that dumb TikTok trend you saw, and honestly? You didn't expect a reply.

But a few minutes later, your phone buzzed.

Yoichi had sent back a snap—his serious face in the mirror, mimicking your exact pose, sleeve rolled up, arm flexed. His bicep actually had definition, which made it ten times funnier. You could tell he was trying so hard not to laugh.

Then he messaged:

"You tryna start a flex war?"

"Because I'm winning."

You choked on your water, grinning like an idiot.

Touché, Isagi. Touché.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖

You sent the snap mid-laugh—shirt sleeve tugged up, face exaggeratedly serious, flexing your "bicep" like it was made of steel. The caption read:

"Since you love copying my snaps, here's one to test your loyalty."

A beat passed.

Then your phone lit up with a reply.

It was Bachira, shirt halfway off, in the middle of what looked like the team dorm hallway. He had one eyebrow raised, flexing both arms like a wrestler in a dramatic pose. His caption?

"HA! Is that all you got? I’m FLEXING my LOVE for you."

"Also my muscles. But mostly love."

You burst out laughing. Somewhere in the background of the snap, someone (probably Isagi) was yelling "PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON!"

Bachira just sent another photo of his bicep… with a crudely drawn smiley face on it.

"He says hi."

𝑹𝒆𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆

You sent the snap, flexing your arm with a teasing grin, trying to match the same playful energy from before.

"Let's see if you can top this one, Reo."

You knew he wouldn't back down from a challenge.

It only took a minute before his response came. Reo, in front of a mirror again, perfecting his pose as usual. His flex was smooth, his bicep clearly defined, and his expression… well, still effortlessly smug.

"Is that your best shot? You'll have to try harder if you want to beat me."

Reo's confidence was something else, and it showed in the way he held his pose like he was born to flex. He wasn't just copying you—he was trying to show you that he was the one setting the bar.

You couldn't help but smile.

𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐

You stretched your arm, flexed in the mirror, and snapped a photo with a wide grin plastered on your face.

"He keeps copying my snaps, so I hit him with this one."

You figured Nagi wouldn't respond. Too much effort. Too lazy. Too… Nagi.

But then—ping.

Snap received. It was Nagi, in bed, half under the covers, one arm sticking out just enough to mirror your pose. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were barely open. But his flex? Still better than yours.

"Ugh. So much work. Did I win?"

The worst part? He probably didn't even try.

And yes—he definitely won. (My heart)

𝑹𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊

You aimed your camera at the mirror, flexed with all the fake intensity you could muster, and snapped the photo.

"Since you wanna copy my snaps so bad, try this one."

You smirked as you sent it, expecting either no reply or something dripping with passive aggression.

But a few minutes later, Rin's snap popped up.

Same angle. Same flex. His face was unreadable, jaw set, but he’d clearly copied you.

Only difference? His arm actually looked dangerous.

"You done?"

No emojis. No extra words. Just peak Rin.

But you could feel the tiniest bit of effort behind that mirror-perfect pose.

He copied you. And that was basically love, Rin-style. (Headlock when?)

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒆

You hit send with a smug grin, flexing your arm dramatically in the mirror.

"Let's see if he copies this one."

Shidou wasn't the type to pass up a challenge—especially if it was stupid.

Sure enough, his snap came fast.

He was shirtless, of course, flexing both arms like he was on a magazine cover, wild grin in full effect. Hair messy. Chaos radiating.

"You tryna turn me on or start a flex-off?"

"Cuz I’m down for both."

You stared at your phone.

Yeah. You walked right into that one.

𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓

You sent the snap with a playful smirk, dramatically flexing in the mirror like you had biceps worthy of worship.

"He keeps copying my snaps, so I hit him with this one."

You weren't sure if Kaiser would even take the bait.

Then—ping.

Snap incoming: Kaiser, shirt slightly pulled up, sleeve pushed back, perfectly copying your pose with annoyingly perfect lighting and annoyingly real muscle.

"Cute. But mine's premium."

Of course he added a smug wink at the end. You could practically hear the ego through the screen.

He copied you, alright. But he still made it all about him.

Very Kaiser of him.

𝑺𝒂𝒆 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊

You sent the snap with a casual flex, barely putting in any effort—just enough to make it look like you were playing along.

"Let's see you copy this."

You weren't sure if Sae would humor you, but a few moments later, your phone buzzed.

It was Sae. Of course, he was posing like a model, not even breaking a sweat. His flex was effortless, and his eyes were narrowed like he was sizing you up.

"Pathetic. Try harder next time."

The flex wasn't the only thing on display. He made it clear that he was above the game, even as he played along. But he did copy you.

Sae was always a little extra, and you kind of loved it.

𝑨/𝒏: 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕.. 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒌𝒚𝒖𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐?

-𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐯𝐞𝐫