#SAE

[inazuman]

dec. 15 ✧ day two ✧ going on a date - sae x reader fluff (a lil suggestive)

"Saeee! We're gonna be late!" You press your jewellery on at the mirror in the corridor, giving your outfit one last look.

"Who's gonna be late?" Sae leans against the doorway of the the bedroom. suit jacket in his arm.

"Sae!" You wrap your arms around his neck immediately, and god does he smell good. He still wears the same cologne since the first time he met you, when you told him you loved it.

He lets you hang off him for a moment, loves the way you beam up at him, doe-eyes gazing up at him. He can't resist, giving in to wrap an arm around your waist, his watch pressing against your side.

"You look nice." He looks you straight in the face when he says it before tugging at your dress. He cups your face in his hand, eyes drifting from your eyes to your lips before he kisses you -- softly, knowingly, with so much heart he can practically feel it sitting in his chest.

"Saeee," you whine when he finally lets up, kissing his cheek as your breath ghosts over his ear. "If you're gonna kiss me like that, we'll never make it to dinner."

That makes him smile, a smug look that makes you smack him in the chest.

"Okay." He wraps a hand around the back of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "After dinner."

"Sae!"

He smiles even wider at that.

this is part of the twelve days of selfshipmas event, thank you tartagliove for hosting :)

[itwasmegan03]

18th December - sae itoshi x fem!reader

This year sae couldn't spend Christmas break with his gf, since the football tournament would have kept him busy for all the holiday. Or at least that was what y/n thought. 

It was the 11th November and y/n was taking to the airport, her boyfriend, Sae Itoshi, for his Football tournament in Spain that would have lasted some weeks, including the Christmas holidays ones. 

"Do you really have to go?" y/n whined childishly while pushing away sae's luggage that was in the way between them, she wanted to hug him and fill him with kisses. 

"Yes, mi amor*. I'm sorry. Pero voy a dedicarte un gol*" sae winked at her, pulling her close to his chest, to hold her tightly and comfort her with gentle strokes and kisses on the head. Y/n loved that type of comforting, especially now that she was struggling to hold her tears. Feeling sae's arms wrapped around her made her feel safe and comfortable to cry without being judged. But she was still sad that she wouldn't be able to get that care anymore for the next "few", as sae says, weeks.

His manager, Giraud Dabadie, called him one more time, saying that they were already late. Sae rolled his eyes from frustration and while he was pushing away y/n, or at least trying to, she gripped her arms around his torso even more, to not let him go. 

“mhm no!” she whined and started shaking her head. Sae patted her head one more last time and slowly pushed her away. “hey, mi vida*. You’re gonna be okay, we are gonna call each other every day” he reassured her and smiled. Y/n was a bit doubtful about the “every day”. It has already happened that sae didn’t end up calling her for almost a week because of his football practices and matches. She didn't want that to happen again. That thing caused so much pain and argues. But the way he was looking at her, made her believe him once again, so she just nodded and slightly smiled back. Y/n gave sae one last hug and kiss then waved goodbye, “a-adiós m-mi vida*” she added shyly. Sae couldn’t help but smirk and blush too, “hasta pronto, MI vida*”.

One month passed. It was the worst month ever. They did calls yeah, but mostly where they would scream to each other and cry. Sae was stressed for the practices and couldn't handle y/n that much, so he used to be more cold, dry and careless. Like he used to be with his little brother back then. Indeed, Rin comforted her by watching his brother's matches together on the tv and smile and cheer every time sae did a goal. That helped a bit. But everyday got worse. She understood that it wasn’t sae’s fault, it was just the pressure of being a footballer. But she just missed him so much. Y/n tried to do anything that distracted herself and made her happy but she realised that her happiness was found by being with sae. Everything she tried to do wasn't as nice as doing it together with him, her boyfriend, her favourite footballer, her baby, her amor, her vida, her corazòn*, just her everything.

More days passed. Y/n was kinda getting better because in the meanwhile it started snowing and the Christmas atmosphere was showing, so she felt a little happier. 

The 18th of December, y/n was invited to a small party. It was organised by the Blue Lock to celebrate the ending of the football tournaments before the Christmas holidays. The party, however, was held at Aiku's house, center back of the Japan U-20 team, the team where sae used to play. 

It was hard choosing a good dress, but y/n opted for a dress that sae gifted her for her birthday. Of course, everyone complimented her on how stunning she was. But she just thanked them coldly. We all knew from whom she wanted the compliments. Anyways, they were all having a great time, so did y/n for a little time.  But then a slow started to play. Precisely “Margaret” by Lana del Rey was playing.  Everyone partnered up, besides Aiku that saw how y/n stopped and admired all those lovely and cute couples that reminded her, sae and her, the first time they danced together even if sae wasn’t good at slow dancing; but instead he had some quite good skills for bachata and salsa thanks to some of his spanish and latinos friends.

Aiku, seeing y/n motionless, decided to approach her and asked her to dance. At first, she was still deep in thought but when she heard him the second time, she blinked a few times to realize what was happening, then politely rejected him. She left the room where the people were dancing, and headed towards the door to go outside and get some fresh air. But while she was getting close to the door, someone rang the doorbell. She stopped and startled, but at the end opened the door.

Outside there was sae who was slightly shaking from the cold. He was wearing a formal and classy black suit with a white shirt with some small embroidered details. 

They looked at each other mesmerised and embarrassed, like the first time they met or had a date. Y/n couldn't believe it. She ran to him and hugged him bursting into tears. “I… I missed you… So much…” y/n spelled those words that were barely audible, but only sae could understand them. Of course, he hugged her back tightly so she wouldn't catch a cold. It started to snow. Little snowflakes were surrounding them and when y/n released the hug and looked up to her handsome boyfriend she chuckled. “Your hair is getting white” she cupped her hands around his face, which was red from embarrassment and cold. He laughed “yours too, mi vida” he added and caressed her hair to brush off the snowflakes. Y/n couldn’t help but turn into a red tomato. Hearing sae saying “mi vida” to her was heartwarming. 

“I missed you, mi vida” she put her hands on his shoulder and stared at his captivating teal eyes. Sae smiled and thought how cute she was. “Huh? You aren’t saying it back!!” she pouted and gave him a little push. He laughed loudly “I missed you too, y/n” he added while giving her his most warming smile. Y/n was almost melting and bursting into tears again, it has been a while since he saw a warming smile and not a lukewarm one. Sae, seeing his gf like that, so pretty and adorable, made his heart warmer; all he could do was hold her, smile at her and admire her. He was getting lost in her again, it seemed like the first time he fell in love with her. 

“A-achoo!” she sneezed and sae got a bit surprised and laughed. He pulled out, from his pocket, a tissue and started to clean her nose. “Are you okay, torpecita*? he chuckled. “Hey! What’s that!?” y/n was intrigued and offended at the same time by that strange new spanish word. Sae laughed and smiled, teasing her. She kept pouting all cutely and when she wanted to hide her embarrassed face in his slightly soft but muscular chest, a mistletoe on top of them sprouted.

They both looked up, realized what just happened and then locked their eyes to each other, slightly blushing. Y/n was trying to not care at all but failed miserably, she was turning all red. In the other side, sae was smirking “Aww, look at you, all rosie red” he leaned towards her, teasing her more. “It’s just the cold temperature!!” she tried to find an excuse, but of course sae wouldn’t fall for that. He chuckled, then wrapped one hand around her waist and with the other one rested it on her back to support her. Y/n was taken aback “What are you doi-” she couldn’t finish her sentence that sae kissed her. He gave her a soft and sweet short kiss. She blushed but then drew him back into the kiss. She was giving him a slightly passionate one.

He was enjoying it but then someone opened the door, it was Aiku, who was looking for y/n. They pulled away from the kiss and straightened up. "Ah- Sae! You’re back, was I interrupting something?” Aiku chuckled and stroked the back of his neck from the awkwardness.

Y/n looked at sae whose face was its usual: his lukewarm and nonchalant face, which y/n of course finds attractive. “You interrupted us, yes. What do you want?” sae asked coldly and rotated his eyes. “Not even a hello, cold as always, genius huh?” Aiku chuckled “Well, I was looking forward to dancing with y/n” he added. Sae looked at his girlfriend “well… And I wasn’t looking forward to dancing with you or any of the other guys of the U-20 team” she referred to Sendou who was stalking them and making a face to sae through the window. “I’ll be delighted to have a dance with my unique and cool boyfriend, Sae Itoshi” she said proudly and smiled, looking at her vida. “Ahh you guys are a thing. I see, I see” Aiku said while putting his hands in his pants pocket since he took off his jacket and stayed in shirt and suspenders. “Well, then shall you two dance inside and not here, that is freezing?” he smirked at the cute couple. “Don’t tell us what to do, plus we were liking it here, all for us” Sae nonchalantly said and then gently took y/n’s arm and went inside to the dancing room.

They paired up and started swaying. Seeing Sendou looking at his girl, sae tightened his hold on y/n as if to say “she's only mine”. Y/n was a bit surprised but then hugged him happily, continuing to dance gently. She started patting and caressing his back, he suddenly stopped glaring murderously at Sendou and calmed down, hugging her more tightly. She was so small and cute, that’s what sae was thinking.

He then adjusted himself and leaned towards her ear “Te amo, mi vida*” he whispered and kissed her. While they were kissing, y/n smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck. Sae then took her from her waist and lifted her up and spun her around. She was a bit startled, but she clung tightly to him and smiled, having fun.

In all of this, the song faded and turned into a waltz. They began to dance with more passion and happiness, as if no one was around them, but just the two of them.

Needless to say that, that night, it was as if they had fallen in love again and ended up loving each other more and more. 

VOCABULARY mi amor: my love Pero voy a dedicarte un gol: But I'm going to dedicate you a goal mi vida: my life a-adiós m-mi vida: b-bye m-my life hasta pronto, MI vida: see you soon, MY life her amor, her vida, her corazòn: her love, her life, her heart torpecita: clumsy Te amo, mi vida: I love you, my life

A/N Haii guys! This is my first time posting on tumblr, I hope I'm doing correctly ^^'. This is also my first time writing a story in English! I hope you liked it, let me know!! <3

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[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.

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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.

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[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.

[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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[merlucide]

oh I know the hoes (myself included, unfortunately) will go crazy when this gets animated

I WILL GO HAM IF THEY FUCK THIS SCENE UP.

[kirozai]

—BETTER AT LOVING YOU.

Sae has always believed that playing football was the only thing he was good at. Meeting you drastically changed his belief. Sae is reminded again while trying to teach you how to play football, which you fail. Badly… BUT he still loves you nevertheless.

content warnings: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, fem!reader, present to past flashbacks pairing(s): itoshi sae x reader word count: 1600+ A/N: idek

PRESENT.

“I don’t get it! Why the hell are there so many rules to a game that's whole premise is just ‘kick ball in goal, win.’” you say defeated.

Sae knew that this wasn’t going to turn out very well, but after your constant pestering for about 4 minutes, he gave in. 

The result?

Pouty you lying on the turf of the empty indoor pitch after about… maybe 20 minutes? After sliding away every single time he tried to pass the ball to you, you seem to have given up. 

“What if I get hit by the ball or something?” you said before.

“Then move on?” he says questioningly.

You did NOT take that well.

With a great big sigh, Sae makes his way to sit near your body and look at your exasperated face. He brushes away the loose strands of hair in front of your face. His eyes trace yours, “mesmerized and in love” the public would describe. 

Well. Sae is not denying any of those allegations.

“It’s fine,” Sae insisted “You're not planning to be a pro football player any time soon anyways.”

“See but if I was anyone else would you be saying that?” you questioned.

“No.” 

“Hmph! See! It isn’t really fine.”

“You’re you and everyone else is lukewarm and boring. Why does it matter that I treat them differently?” He squints at you.

Your mouth is left agape at his response. 

Sae’s lips turned upturned at the sight. You reply with a big grin on your face. It’s always a treat to see your handsome lover’s smile you always say to him.

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PAST.

Meeting a girl being chased by a seagull was not on his agenda this summer.

Sandwich in hand you rain around the empty sandy beach being chased by one, no wait two, hold on now three?! To simplify it you were being chased by seagulls, many, many seagulls.

Sae watches you with curious eyes, head swaying left and right following you as you try to protect your oh-so-precious sandwich in hand. Finally, after much anticipation, you throw the sandwich at one of the seagulls in despair, but he could tell that you were out of breath. Your hands on your knees heaving after much running from the evil sea birds, you whip your head toward the pinkish-maroon head man. 

Sae not being too far away makes out the words falling from your pretty lips:

“YOU! WHY’D YOU JUST STAND THERE?” You point at him accusingly.

Running up the stairs and… pushing him down to the ground?

“Ah. Oops. I didn’t actually mean it-”

And that’s where your sudden story of love began. After the apologies and bickering you forced him to buy you new food as an apology. Sae looks at you with an eyebrow raised, hands in pockets. 

“I’ve seen a lot of fans trying to ask me out, but I’ve never seen someone as stalkery and insane as you.” He says as if it’s a fact. 

“You were literally watching me for the past ten minutes,” you reply blankly.

Seems like Sae can’t argue with that.

He finds out on your little rendezvous that you're here in Spain for vacation and you aren’t a stalker fan. Though Sae questions if that’s true ever so often. Your intentions are clear though, after this, you want nothing to do with him.

Which… is new...

So in your next days in Spain, somehow fate has linked you two together in some of the coincidental places Every. Single. Day. Much to your avail. 

Sometimes it’s bumping into him again on a random alleyway. Others it’s you getting scammed in a tourist trap and Sae is just “too annoyed” to see a tourist get their money taken away.

Except, every practice he goes to now he wonders if he’ll see you again today. His mind used to be filled with only one thing and that was football, but somehow you’ve wiggled your way into his mind.

Maybe even his heart.

His stone-cold expression to you is just a challenge to break the ice even more and you find yourself growing warmer to the emerald-eye man. 

Your odd compliments and your unique character stir something inside of him. He continues to tell himself that this is only temporary and he’ll forget about you after you leave.

Even though.

Even though, he doesn’t want you to leave.

His brain is now filled with more of you than football. He thinks about what he can do to make you smile, to laugh. He thinks about what gifts you’d like next and if you’d like churros more or xuixos.

You ask him questions past his athlete life and ask him about things he likes to do. Unfortunately, he has no reply. He’s known nothing more than football all his life. 

So you open him to the world of, well, everything else. You force him to go on walks with you and visit random tourist places that Sae’s gone to millions of times, but every time with you seems brighter than the last. You teach him about your hobbies and other places you visited. You talk about your home country to him and reminisce about the times in high school. This summer is different, more you.

Time passes by and you two grow closer. Even his teammates see the subtle differences. They look shocked to see that Sae is doing something outside of practice.

At some point, the spontaneous meetings aren’t enough and at one of your meetings, you take his phone and add your number to him with a cute little selfie of you. You always remind him how much of a dry texter he is, but he always replies instantaneously even to your random texts at 3 am.

You’re “bearable,” he says. 

Bearable enough to have you as the only person who can bypass Sae’s Do Not Disturb.

Time slows when he’s with you, always experiencing new things with you.

Time doesn’t stop completely though.

At some point, you have to leave. It’s only summer after all.

And that fact leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.

You, however, don’t seem a bit worried. Sae frowns at the fact.

Until one day before your departure, he asks.

“Why don’t you seem fazed?”

“Hmm?” you say while stuffing all sorts of pastries in your face.

“About leaving I mean,” he says in a hushed tone.

“It’s not like this is goodbye though. We’re still gonna talk duh.” You say as if it’s a matter of fact.

Sae’s taken aback at your reply. He’s used to your random replies but this one seems so.. genuine. You don’t plan to leave this behind, your memories behind.

You don’t plan to leave him behind.

The day your plane departs is probably one of Sae disliked days. You wave at him but don’t say goodbye, instead it's a “See you Later!”

And you leave.

He wonders if you’ll text back if you’ll really keep your promise of staying in touch.

And you do.

You call him when your plane arrives back in your country. You tell him how bad the legroom was and everything else. He’s happy to hear your voice.

So after some weeks of constant calls, texts, and memes, you ask the dreaded question.

“So.. uh.. What are we?” you laugh nervously.

Sae is lying in his bed, it's currently 11 pm, very much past the time he should be asleep by now. 

“Saeeee…??” you drag out.

He furrows his brows, taking in the question. What are you two?

“What do you want to be?” He internally slaps himself at the reply.

“That’s so ominous.” You joke.

“I mean, I don’t know. Does the famous athlete Itoshi Sae have a secret girlfriend on the side right now?” you ask.

“No. Unless…” He trails off.

“Unless??”

“Unless you want to be mine.” He declares.

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PRESENT.

Sae smiles fondly at the memories. He blanked out out of pure embarrassment, but he recalls your reply being something like “Well you better ask me properly!” He remembers looking for flights for you to come back to Spain. And when you do things become official. You stay at his place because it’s “cheaper”, but you both know that it’s just an excuse. You spend time any time you can. He still clearly remembers the day when you called his penthouse your home. 

He knows he’s not very good at a lot of things out of football, but he knows he’s good at loving you. After a couple of years, he made you his wife. The one he’ll always come home to after a game or practice.

“Whatchu’ smiling about huh?” You beam.

He rolls his eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!”

“I didn’t roll anything. You should be practicing rolling the ball around right now.” he says dryly.

“You’re so unfunny Sae.” You drag his arm down and topple on him.

“No more football!” You state loudly.

“No more football,” he repeats.

Sae never thought he’d be saying that line ever in his life. He never even thought of marrying anyone.

But sometimes fate can surprise us.

So while football was a bust for you it was still a good time spent in Sae’s egoist mind. Any time with you is a good time in all honesty.

You may not be the best at football, but that’s okay. He doesn’t need another football lover he just needs you to love him

And with this in mind,

Sae is good at football sure, but he’s pretty sure he’s better at loving you over anything else.

[kaisaerinlover]

rin and sae itoshi

(aged up, can be perceived as another entry of the rin and sae nii series-esque thing i have, but u don’t have to!!!!!)

thinking about how sae’s playstyle is always described as a beautiful destruction, and how rin’s playstyle is described as violent destruction. how sae is so calculated and perfect on the field and how rin is so destructive and impulsive, not even able to speak cohesively.

thinking about how when they fuck you it’s the complete opposite. rin is more gentle for the most part. and sae is a rough fucker. rin wants to hold you and treat you like you’re the most precious thing in the world and sae wants to fuck the shit out of you until you can’t walk anymore. rin whispers sweet nicknames into your ear and sae bites you and calls you his whore.

thinking about the few times where their playstyle mesh into your intimate life. the moments where rin lets himself go and fucks you so hard into the bed you’re genuinely scared you might have lost your ability to walk. how sae sometimes treats you like his princess and ruffles your hair oh so sweetly. how sae makes love to you and rin makes your legs shake the next day when you stand up.

thinking about how rin is just so erratic and sae is so calculating and cold… rin is always so emotional whether he’s treating you like a flower that might wilt if he’s too rough with you or whether he’s ruining any semblance of innocence left in you by slamming himself so rough into your poor cunt. thinking about how he’s either so lovesick or so fucking feral when he sees you looking so cute on his bed all for him.

sae is so cold, always. sae itoshi knows what he’s doing at all times. when he’s being so rough, whispering those mean names into your ear, watching to see if those tears spill onto your sweet little cheeks. how he thrusts into you at the same pace same force every time just to make sure you know how much of a slut you are for him. but also when he decides to spoil you. when he’s being so sweet, calling you his baby, leaning down to kiss your forehead and praising you so nicely for being such a good girl for him.

they’re so different, but they’re so similar at the same time. every fuck with either of them reminds you that they really are brothers, they’re truly one in the same. a singular mind operating two bodies at once. freakish, truly.

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine going on a date with Itoshi Sae.

"Come on now Sae." "No." "Just once." "No." "Sae." "No." "Fine, I'll go ask someone to accompany me then." You stated, rolling your eyes at him and was about to march away when be grab a hold of your arm and started dragging you off to the photo booth you have been making a fuss off. Scoffing at his behavior, a smirk made its way on your lips. You knew he could not win against you.

Imagine he looks like he does not want to be in this cramp place. Looking at his still frowning face on the screen as you inserted the right amount of bill needed for it to work, you pout and slap him playfully in the arm. "Hey smile a little will you? Everyone who would see our picture will think I forced you into this." But you did semi forced him into this, threatening to be with another- he knew you would not actually do that. So he was left no choice but to play along in the end.

Imagine the first pic was you smiling happy in the camera while he was still frowning, not aware that the countdown already started. The second picture was you looking at him with a pout as his face seemingly soften, meeting your gaze. The third picture has your eyes close and mouth seemed to be in the middle of saying something while his eyes seemed to be rolling, face not wanting to be scolded on whatever you are saying. The forth picture has you looking fumming, finger pointing on the camera as he looked bored. The fifth picture has his fingers pressed upon your chin as he lean close with half lidded eyes, your face evidently shock.

Imagine on the sixth picture, his lips were pressed upon yours with his eyes closed, hands on your neck while the other cups your cheek that was not facing the camera, you on the other hand has your eyes wide open in shock and seemed to be stiff. The seventh picture was sweet. This time both of you has your eyes closed, your arms resting on his should has you clasp your hands behind. His hands now on the back of your neck, pulling you close for what it seemed was deeper and closer kiss. The eighth picture was a blur or to be exact, it was covered by Sae's hand.

Imagine the ninth picture looking intimate, with his hands caressing your cheek, your forehead against each other. You had your eyes closed and yet you are smiling. He on the other hand has his eyes open, looking at you, looking at you fondly. The tenth and last picture was pretty smile, your heads were close to each other as you seemingly was chuckling in your hand, cheeks flush as you look really flustered and happy all the same time. Sae on the other hand was laughing too, cheeks flush as he glance at you. It was simple yet meaningful photo.

"Shit. We could only choose five to print." You seemed to be in distress as the countdown continue. "What do we choose?" This time you looked at him, eyes begging for help as if he could. Well, if you are asking for his help then might as well choose the one he thinks were the best. So without second thoughts, he pressed the one that he thinks were okay. "Wait how do I do this?" He whispered then frown and so you laugh. "Here, what do you want to pick?"

Imagine, Sae never really a fan of doing something like this. But the more he stare at his own copy of the printed photo on his hand. The way his lips unconsciously curl up into a smile before storing it on his pocket. And then he look forward, only then didnhe realize you were looking at him with a silly smile on your lips, arms crossed ready to tease him. "So you do like it." "Shut up..." "Oh Sae.." There was never a dull moment with you.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

[saioratral]

salvatore - itoshi sae being a romantic genius cause i said so warning: none + aged up! itoshi sae note: i still cant believe the fishi, the legend might i add, asked ME.. ME for a collab write. am i dreaming? i completely went off topic btw cause that song made me confused

link to goatshi's ver (you better read it) also forgot to tag the goat @fishii-writes

expensive cologne floated through the entire penthouse, filling the air with its rich scent after a perfume bottle shattered. the owner shrugs, it’s like pocket change for him, you laugh at his nonchalant attitude, settling to stand in the balcony until the smell is gone 

the view of the spanish coastline looked almost like a sight straight out of a movie, making the penthouse felt like a castle perched on a hill, its high walls shielding you from the outside world and prying eyes. a velvet sofa rests outside to accompany you both, sae sitting and staring at you 

“cariño”, sae's deep voice brought you back to the present, to turn around and face him. “like the view?”

“i love it”, you lean on the balcony railing, eyes drifting between the view and him

his  teal eyes softened slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips, but it seemed tinged with sadness. his gaze lingered on you, as though memorizing the moment, taking the time to photograph your beauty as if you were leaving soon 

“people know how to live and forget," sae sighed, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "there are only two options" 

you arched a brow, intrigued. “and what are the two options?”

“you either forget, or you get swallowed by it," he said, voice dropping a little. "it’s everything—the past, the present, and the future” 

“.. i dont understand anything but you look handsome under the moonlight”

your laughter broke the tension, and sae raised an eyebrow, surprised by your light-hearted comment. here he was, getting sentimental, and you were busy admiring him? he watched you walk closer, your hands brushing over the soft fabric of his silk shirt. he let you feel it before you both sat down together

“i know,” you continued, resting your head on his shoulder, “everyone wants something from you. but i want you to be you. not the ‘japan golden boy,’ just… be you”

sae relaxed at your words, letting down his guard. your hand found his, fingers lacing together, and the ocean waves becoming a little lullaby for you both 

“me gusta cómo te ves esta noche”, he murmured, searching for your gaze

“oooo, spanish,” you teased, tilting your head to look up at him

“eres... como un sueño”, he said, his voice softening as he saw your bright smile 

the night continued with the both of you laughing over silly jokes and guessing what sae was speaking in spanish. you got up, changing the song to something more slow before pulling him up with you 

“what are we doing?”, sae asks, curiously watching you 

“you’ll see” 

you took his hands in yours, and as the song played, the two of you began to slow dance. the ocean seemed to quiet down, as if wanting you both to take the spotlight and the moon’s light giving the perfect photo moment

“lana del rey?” sae asked, recognizing the artist of the song

“the one and only,” you replied, resting your hand gently on his neck

at that moment, the world seemed to pause. sae leaned closer, his warm breath fanning your already flushed face. the smell of his cologne making you enter a new world, his words falling out like music, as if you understood 

“sometimes it’s better to not know all the words”, sae said softly, his eyes locked on yours 

“alright, prodigy”, you giggled. “you still sound hot” 

his gaze flickered to your lips before he leaned in even closer. his lips ghosting yours, teasing you to take the bait. the bait he had set up all along afterall, everything goes with his plan, no matter what 

“mi vida… may i?” 

you nod, feeling his lips finally meet yours, the faint taste of wine still lingering on them. the kiss begins softly, slow and teasing, just as before. sae liked taking his time, he wanted to build up the moment with you but even he could lose his patience once in a while 

the pent up desire took the best of him. with a quiet murmur, he pulled back from the kiss, his breath warm against your skin before gently guiding you toward the sofa. you follow the pull of his touch, your back sinking into the softness of the velvet cushions

he hovers above you, his finger moving to unbutton his shirt a little bit before leaning down. his lips finds your neck, kissing you slow and deliberately, the heat radiating from his touches gave you goosebumps 

“you’ll get the rest later”, he mumbles before crashing his lips back to yours  

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[inazuman]

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

[strawberymilkk]

[seventhseian]

Thinking about Sae in an interview being asked about the one thing he likes the most in his life. He thinks carefully, going through the racks inside his brain to find atleast something that will suffice as an answer.

He goes back to every after practice where his muscles would feel sore with sweat glistening as it trails down his skin, and his dire need of rest after a hectic practice. Sae would open the door to your shared threshold and he'd take off his shoes to put on the shoe rack next to another that is yours. His bag will come to rest on the couch and he'll get rid of his shirt immediately to let off some steam. His feet would be light against the carpeted floors when he makes his way to the bedroom.

And there you will be, in all your glory with your casual panties paired with his shirts as you entertain yourself with whatever while you wait for your boyfriend to come home.

It only dawns at Sae in the middle of an interview that's being broadcasted live worldwide that the one thing he likes─love─the most in his life is having been given the privilege to come home to you every single day.

But he doesn't answer this, wanting to keep such a fond moment to himself, and because nobody really knew that he had a girlfriend waiting for him at home. So instead of sharing it, Sae answers soccer.

[lumiambrose]

Sae Itoshi doesn’t dance.

You figured so anyways; it’s not like your boyfriend is the most… expressive.

So when the two of you run into a lively plaza full of locals and tourists alike dancing to romantic music on your vacation, you take the incentive to explore on your own. Twisting and turning through the sea of people as you enjoy the live band, a massive grin on your face.

To no surprise, even if you begged him, Sae wouldn’t join your antics in public. Instead, opting to watch you from a distance. Taking in the way you move to the rhythm as you casually dance with some of the locals. Sae finds it adorable, watching you enjoy yourself so much. If anyone looked at him hard enough, they might even see a small smile play on his lips.

That is until he sees a stranger—a man, grabbing you by the hand, leading you to the center of the plaza, away from him. You seem reluctant, of course you are. Why the hell would you be dancing with a random when you have the Sae Itoshi? The smile once adorning his face quickly fades as he storms through the crowd, pushing the man away from you, growling a few, what you presume to be spanish swear words at him before picking you up and carrying you back to your hotel room.

You arrive home and god, Sae is pissed. That man has no right to you like that. Nervous, you internally prepare to explain the situation to him. That the man caught you by surprise, and it wasn’t that deep. That the stranger didn’t do anything to you.

You open your mouth, but are quickly shushed by him as he seems to be searching for something in the hotel room. Unexpectedly, he pulls out a speaker. Connecting it to his phone and playing a melody, a very similar melody to what you heard at the plaza.

“Give me your hands,” he says in such a casual manner, as if he didn’t adorn the expression of a future murderer less than a minute ago.

You comply, giving him your hands as he helps you up, to then pull you in close, embracing you. His breath hot on your ear as he whispers, “Follow my lead.”

Now… just because Sae Itoshi doesn’t dance, it doesn’t mean he can’t.

Being a professional football player requires good agility and even better footwork, so to him, dancing comes naturally.

You though, are completely taken aback. He doesn’t give you time to process what’s happening as he guides you to the center of your suite, body in sync with the music as he mimics the matching movements to the ones you were dancing earlier.

You compliment him as the two of you bask in the music and each others company. Away from any strangers or creeps. Just you and him, together, as you dance through the early night.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you giggle, almost teasing him for surprising you with his unexpected skills.

“Bad judge of character, angel,” he replies, even matching your teasing tone before dropping into a more intimate whisper. “Por ti haré cualquier cosa.”

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

[suosage]

SHIDOU RYUUSEI & ITOSHI SAE | Japan U-20 National Team #13 & #10

NOW WE'LL BE ABLE TO LEARN THE REASON HE WAS SELECTED WHEN NOBODY IN BLUE LOCK KNEW HOW TO HANDLE HIM. WHAT KIND OF EGOTIST IS ITOSHI SAE AFTER?