#sae itoshi drabble

[definitelynotanalien]

Boyfriend!Sae who’s your long distance boyfriend, a childhood best friend that you’ve kept in contact with ever since he left for Spain

Boyfriend!Sae who meets up with you his second night back in Japan, after spending so long in Spain playing football

Boyfriend!Sae who you’re so excited to see again, cause it’s been like 6 years since he left and he never visited

Boyfriend!Sae who stuffs his hands in his Re Al branded jacket and blankly stares as you wave excitedly at him

Boyfriend!Sae who gives you a nod back as you run up to him, practically about to tackle him to the ground

Boyfriend!Sae who’s gotten thinner, and seemingly unhealthy. His cheeks are a bit too hollow, and his hair’s a bit too messy

Boyfriend!Sae who ignores you while you ask how he’s been, like the caring partner you are

Boyfriend!Sae who cuts to the chase, demanding that you cut the pleasantries and listen to him instead

Boyfriend!Sae who tells you that you’re a distraction, and if he is to become the best midfielder in the world he doesn’t need distractions

Boyfriend!Sae who glares down at you, as you beg him to stay, calling him your whole world

Boyfriend!Sae who easily breaks up with you, walking away as you plead for him to stay through tear ridden eyes on that cold winter night

Ex!Sae who doesn’t seem to regret it at first, his football career flourishing as he loses all distractions

Ex!Sae who stops visiting Japan as much, only coming by to visit his parents - as he’s permanently moved to Spain

Ex!Sae who spots you in his city one day, you’ve stopped to chat with his little brother

Ex!Sae who notices how cheerful and lively you seem to be, a sore difference from the saddened state he ajd last seen you in

Ex!Sae who’s a bit peeved when he sees that you’ve moved on, as he was planning to see you again eventually

Ex!Sae who goes up to talk with the two of you, while you make an excuse to scurry off as fast as you can as soon as you lay eyes on him

Ex!Sae who purposefully attempts to run into you and crinkles his eyebrows as you ignore him and avoid him

Ex!Sae who interviews his brother about you, and what you’ve been up to while he’s been gone

Ex!Sae who glares once his brother tells him that you have a fiancé, and you’re rather happy with them

Ex!Sae who reasons that his brother is probably lying, in a twisted attempt to get back at him after what happened many winters ago

Ex!Sae who walks away from his brother after the interrogation, choosing to talk to you himself

Ex!Sae who confronts you about having a partner, finding your home after asking your parents where you live

Ex!Sae who scoffs as you say you’re engaged, asking you why you didn’t tell him

Ex!Sae who narrows his eyes when you explain yourself, in a signature show of pettiness, he really didn’t know how to take someone not liking him

Ex!Sae who mocks that your ‘boyfriend’ is not a better football player than him, and that you’ll never do better than Sae

Ex!Sae who crosses his arms, even as you explain your partner is a pro player as well and that if they can win against Sae or not doesn’t matter to you, all that matters is whether you love your partner or not

Ex!Sae who storms off, angrily stomping so he can sulk in privacy

Ex!Sae who’s determined to win you back, no matter what it takes…

[kenyuukissme]

thinking about skipping class in the bathrooms. one airpod in, connected to the phone the other airpod’s owner is holding. while standing in the same, small stall as you. luckily its almost like its own little room. the door reaches the very floor, and the sides aren’t open from the ends.

— now playing: teddy picker [arctic monkeys].

you lean against the wall, a loud exhale escaping your lips. now, don’t get me wrong. you aren’t really skipping class. i mean, its not like your teacher will remember you asked to go to the bathroom and didn’t come back till like… twenty five minutes later! and you finished all your work, its not technically that big of a deal.

so that’s why you roamed the hallways, loitered at your locker and reluctantly decided to walk back to your class. until you saw another guy just walking around, too. you were just about to walk past him to get to your class, when a teacher yelled out.

“oi! you two!” the teacher must’ve assumed you were skipping together. the boy is completely indifferent, he doesn’t really care. but you panic.

it takes once glance from you to him for him to grab your wrist and start running down the hall. you take a few zig zags and turns before he pulls you into a bathroom stall.

and locks the door.

well, fuck. now what? its been a few minutes, but it feels like hours. the teacher gave up on searching for you two, lucky. now you can leave. but that wouldn’t be such an issue if there weren’t a bunch of kids loitering outside your stall. aw, it seems everyone just wants to skip, today.

seconds turn into minutes. they don’t leave. the boy in the stall with you is scrolling his phone. nonchalance at peak, trust me. he must’ve caught you staring — in what he thinks is a sad way (but you’re really just worried about getting out the stall). — so he takes out something from his pocket.

an airpod case?

he takes one airpod, puts it in his ear, then offers the other one to you. you pause, in a way, kind of asking if he’s sure. he nods, and you take the airpod from his hand and put it in your ear.

that’s how you spent twenty five minutes in a bathroom stall with sae itoshi — who you later found out was the school’s best soccer player — sharing airpods and listening to music together. it was nearly the end of the school day when you were about to exit the stall. unfortunately, there was a younger boy there.

“nii-chan??” his jaw drops. sae sighs, gently holding your wrist again as he nearly drags you away from there.

part two here

a/n :: im sorry this is shit. started this a few weeks ago, finished in class today. taglist :: @sl-vega ; @shrii-kk ; @rink1sser + open [ask to be added] likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated

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[itoshiexx]

when you're mad and use their full name

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you're mad and use their full name

pairings: isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro and itoshi sae x gn!reader (separate) | warnings: little arguments, angst if u squint, reader is kinda hot headed? lol, mostly fluff and the boys wanting to be in your good graces.

notes: did i kick depression in the ass to finish this? not really. but it worked, and here i am! this is my nagi seishiro debut omgggg hopefully i did him justice and he's not too ooc. also new design for the scenarios to match my theme. enjoy, lovelies! let me know if you'd like especific scenarios and send me an ask :)

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ISAGI YOICHI

yoichi hoped he would die. 

really. 

it’s the least he deserved for making you angry — even more so because he didn’t know what made you angry in the first place. he spent the last fifteen minutes excavating his mind to try and remember what could have ticked you off so much that you don’t even wanna look at him.

he hates it. isagi needs your eyes on him, needs to hear your voice and touch your skin. and with the way you’re so silent and distant, he might be just like a man in the desert without water.

“baby,” he looked at you on the other end of the couch, intently watching the tv show in front of you.  just a glimpse would make him breathe again. just a nod would ease his nerves. hell, he would even take a glare, as long as you were looking at him.

but he got nothing. zero. nada.

“baby, please,” he tried again. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you mad.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, but still didn’t spare him a glance. he sighed.

“i’ll never do it agai—”

“do you even know why you’re apologizing, isagi yoichi?!” you asked, exasperated. your boyfriend froze on the spot when hearing his full name, because of course he didn’t. 

as far as he knew, you were having a great day together. he bought you breakfast from your favorite bakery, you made a delicious lunch and then you two went out shopping. he even gifted you with a beautiful necklace after an enthusiastic shop employee offered to show him some pieces—

oh.

“you got jealous of the saleswoman?”

“blah blah you got jealous of the saleswoman? heck yeah I did!” you impersonated him with a high pitched, sarcastic voice that showed just how mad you were. “she was all over you, yoichi, and you didn’t do anything!” 

he swallowed thickly, daring to approach you on the couch. he hugged your frame, despite the crossed arms in front of your chest making it a little hard.

“i’m sorry, darling. i didn’t even notice she was being inappropriate because you’re the only one i pay attention to. and i always figured people would never dare be so bold if you’re by my side and we’re clearly together.”

his sweet words coated you, making you glance away, knowing that looking at his puppy eyes would end you for good. 

“you should have done something anyway.”

“i know. i totally should, and i’m sorry i didn’t. i never meant to make you feel bad or let people disrespect you.” he rested his chin on your shoulder, breath shuddering right on your ear.

the sincerity in his voice was enough to chip away your anger, and you visibly relaxed in his embrace. yoichi held a breath of relief, knowing he still had to be careful.

“i’m sorry, baby. it won’t happen again. forgive me, please?” he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek, and god, how could you keep being mad like that?

damn isagi yoichi and his genuine blue eyes.

you uncrossed your arms, embracing his instead, and finally looked at him with love again.

“fine. but just because you’re so charming, ‘ichi.”

he chuckled. “you’re the charming one. i’m totally under your spell, darling.”

and when your lips met, yoichi hoped to keep living just to have more of you.

NAGI SEISHIRO

people would often ask him if his detached, nonchalant persona ever got in his way through his life. seishiro would always say no, because everything and everyone he did care about understood his lazy way and inability to do… pretty much everything.

that didn’t mean he never made the effort, though. as much as nagi liked to live like a sloth and just go on with his life playing video games, there were still things in his life that were worth it. like football. his friends. and you, of course. 

ever since you met, seishiro discovered that being with you wasn’t a bother. and after he fell in love and you became a couple, he found himself eager to indulge you, even if it meant going out of his way. his friends congratulated him and expressed genuine happiness to see how much he improved, and that, along with your beautiful smile, filled his heart with joy. 

however, no matter how much he tried, he was still…

“nagi seishiro.” 

a shiver ran down his spine with the sound of your voice, and not the good kind. he had never heard you sound so stern, so angry, so… disappointed, even. enough to leave a sour taste in his mouth. so much so he immediately lifted his eyes from his console, only to find your harsh gaze.

“ehh? wha’ did i do, angel? don’t say my name like that,” he pouted, crawling towards your body splayed on the bed. 

even when you tried to fight his embrace, nagi took advantage of his large frame to engulf you and lay his head on your chest, so you wouldn’t walk away in case you got any angrier.

“babeeeee,” he whined, hugging you tighter.

“let go of me,” you said, and he just shook his head. “you deserve it. you weren’t even listening to what i was saying, were you?”

what a hassle. he really wasn’t listening, but… well, he got way too focused on beating the last boss. could you really blame him? 

he heard you scoff. “oh, my bad, i should have known it was the last boss. it’s more important than me anyway, right, nagi?”

fuck. fuck. fuck. did he say that out loud? he sounded like a dick. you had every right to be mad and call him by his full or last name. 

nagi lifted his head from your chest to look at you, feeling his throat tighten with the sight of your teary eyes. guilt gnawed at his chest when seeing how upset and frustrated you were. 

“eh, ’m sorry, pretty thing. i got too caught up ‘n didn’t notice you were talking t’me.”

“am i that invisible to you?” a tear almost rolled down your cheek. seishiro shook his head, a little more exasperated than usual. 

“huh? ’f course not, angel. y’re never invisible. all i see is you. y’re the most important to me,” he held eye contact, and even though you wanted to tear your gaze away, seishiro’s eyes were more magnetizing than ever, even if your view was a little blurry.

you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the type to lie, since he always claimed it was a hassle. you knew you were important to him, but his lack of consideration still hurt. 

“i’ll apologize as many times as you wish. ‘m sorry for not listening and making you feel bad. i never wan’ you to feel bad, pretty thing.” 

nagi used his strength to roll around and switch your positions, in a way you were on top of him instead. he started caressing your hair in a soothing motion, making your eyelashes flutter. “y’can talk as much as you want. i promise i’ll listen t’you.”

your eyes welled with tears for a different reason, and you hugged the striker as hard as you could. even if he faltered, seishiro never failed to make up to you and make you feel loved.

“promise, sei?”

“promise.”

ITOSHI SAE

although sae wasn’t exactly smart in the emotions field, he always knew when you weren’t happy with something. you scowled, huffed and rolled your eyes, keeping an eerie silence that was only broken when absolutely necessary. 

at that moment, he was sure you weren’t happy with him.

you both kept to yourselves while still at the event, masquerading any problems for the cameras. sae had a hand at the small of your back and he could feel how stiff you were. the midfielder wouldn't admit that seeing you so uncomfortable around him made his heart pang.

at the limo, the path to your shared penthouse was quiet, and you brushed him off when he tried to hold your hand. sae could only stare at his window with furrowed brows, itching to dissipate this awkward atmosphere. he never liked when you were mad, especially at him.

he expected some sort of explosion when you got to your apartment, but you kept your glaze off him, trying to walk to the bedroom for your night routine without even sparing him a word. 

nuh-uh. that wouldn’t do. 

he held your wrist before you could go, and lightly pulled you so that you were facing him. your eyes widened with the sudden movement, but narrowed as soon as landed on his face. 

“why are you mad?”

you scoffed. the audacity of this man. 

“you know exactly why i’m mad, itoshi sae.”

shit, the government name? you were really fucking angry.

“i wouldn’t be asking if i knew,” he answered, immediately regretting it when you glared at him, as if saying that wasn’t the right answer. “i-i mean… i didn’t realize what was wrong, amor.”

you walked closer to your boyfriend, making him release your wrist. despite his typical stoic face, sae was clinging to your every word.

“itoshi sae, you can not talk to your little brother like that!” you nearly growled on his face, surprising him. “you were very rude and condescending, and that’s no way to speak to rin!”

he frowned. you were mad because of rin? the little green monster inside of him threatened to grow, but he forced him to stay put. sae didn’t want to anger you further, so he simply let his hands slither to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“i don’t think i was rud—” you lifted one eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes. “fine. i might have been kinda harsh.”

“and?” you crossed your arms.

he sighed. “i will apologize.”

“i’m serious about this, itoshi sae. i will ask rin—”

“i’ll tell him i’m sorry, okay? no need to keep talking about rin.” he interrupted, palms traveling to your ass while he nosed your neck. he planted a small kiss under your ear, huffing a minty breath that made you shudder. sae smirked. “and no need to keep calling me by full name, either. what happened to ‘cariño’?”

you held onto his biceps for some grounding, but still didn’t budge. 

“you weren’t very sweet today, so it’s not fitting.” 

he pouted while hiding in your neck, taking full advantage that you couldn’t see him, but was quick to withdraw to face you once again, touching your noses. one of his hands cradled your jaw, and you sighed with the pathetic effect your boyfriend had on you. 

“perdóname, amor?” he whispered against your lips, eyes sincere like you knew he could be. your poor little heart could never resist him when he was like this, rarely vulnerable and eager for you.

you gave a long exhale, arms moving to tangle around his neck. and folded.

“as long as you make it right, mi cariño.”

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plot: in the relationship there is more chemistry between you and his mother than between you and him, and honestly he's fine with that <3 but not when you gang up against him...

✶ characters: isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, reo mikage

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

✶ ISAGI YOICHI ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"I'm glad you like it! I spent the whole night making it so good, but if you like it then it was worth it" the woman says clapping her hands, and you can't help but smile gratefully "Mrs Isagi, you know well that I love your cooking" you say, but she interrupts you "Mrs Isagi again? You've been Yocchan's girlfriend for years, you can call me by my name" she says scolding you, but with the sweetness of a mother. There's absolutely no question where Isagi gets his generosity from, although his father is really lovely too. When you turn around you can't help but be surprised by Isagi's tired face, who hasn't finished his plate, more focused on the match broadcast on television. You're not surprised by this behavior, it's something he does in your house too, but by the fact that he hasn't even finished his meal, that you think is absolutely delicious

Since you've been together, it's now been a tradition to spend Sunday lunch with his parents. From the first moment he introduced you, you immediately hit it off with his mother, finding her to be such a kind and humble woman; and she seems to share the affection towards you, spoiling you with all her good food that she knows you love

"Yoichi..." you whisper to your boyfriend, but he doesn't seem particularly connected to reality. You sigh, but when you look up you notice the menacing look of his mother, who is holding a rag in her hand. You cover your mouth to avoid laughing, but then the rag is thrown at the boy's face, landing on his plate still full of food: Isagi seems to return to reality, turning almost offended towards his mother, who however does not stop glaring at him. Seeing her so angry, he swallows his behavior too, gulping down a lump of saliva "Mom, what's happening..."

"It's Sunday, you have your family here, your girlfriend, you have a whole day off from soccer and the only thing you focus on is a match on TV? And you even dare not eat my food?" the woman says crossing her arms, and you nod, agreeing with her for the simple fact that otherwise you risk bursting out laughing. She seems to see your approval, and smiles "I wonder how you found a woman like that who puts up with you on a daily basis... darling, thank you for not getting tired of him, I have you to thank for accepting him" she says dejectedly, and you nod, actually risking laughing out loud. Isagi seems to notice your situation, glaring at you "Mom, it's not that deep..." he says alternating his gaze between you and her, but you shake your head "Yoichi, I wanted to spend a day with our family, yet all you do is focus on soccer..." you say, but this time you are forced to pinch your thigh to keep from laughing. Isagi glares at you, turning off the television "Happy, both of you?" he says taking the fork, but you shake your head theatrically "I wonder if you really love me..." you say, and his mother hugs you, stroking your head "My poor little girl, poor thing. With someone like that..." she says, and you burst out laughing, no longer able to hold it back

Even if seeing you so close can only please him and confirm that you are the right person, the only one, he just wanted to see if Bachira scored in the match between Barcha and ReAl

✶ CHIGIRI HYOMA ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

For Chigiri, the Trinity consists of you, his girlfriend, his sister and his mother. The main problem is when all three of you are together, that's when he realizes he's in danger. He knows he's about to die when you're all mad at him for something he doesn't even know about, and today is such a time

“Don't you dare come closer” his sister says, putting an arm around your shoulders. Chigiri rolls his eyes nervously, he doesn't like that Koyoki is so protective of you against him, who she knows wouldn't take a hair from you. You laugh condescendingly, nodding "She's right. Get away from me, Hyoma" you say theatrically, and he takes a step forward, and you take a step back “You're making me crazy. What did I do this time?” he says alternating his gaze between you and his sister, but you don't stop laughing while Koyoki judges him with just his gaze "You're a man. You have to understand that" Koyoki says, and he snorts "People have mistaken me for a woman my whole life and now you can't do it?" he says crossing his arms, and you almost feel guilty for doing this to him, your lovely boyfriend "Miss. Far away" his sister says, and that's when he grabs a lock of her hair, pulling it. You know perfectly well that it's a playful gesture between siblings, not something actually dangerous "You little shit-" she whispers, pulling his hair. That's when his mother approaches

"Leave my Y/n alone. Come here, honey" the woman says, and you slink to her side, smiling victoriously at the two siblings "HEY!" Hyoma says with his sister's hair still in his hand, but both you and his mother reply "Don't use that tone with your mother, Hyoma" you say, and the woman smiles at you, wrapping her thin arms around your neck to hug you "Oh, my third daughter. The only one who doesn't talk back to me" she says smiling, and you hug her, winking at Chigiri who seems to have lost hope, while Koyuki does nothing but laugh "I'm starting to think I'm no longer the favorite child" says the girl giving his hair one last tug, as a sign of revenge. Chigiri glares at her "You never were" he says, seeing you so hugged to his mom but not to him, who only wanted to give you a kiss from the beginning. Although it was funny seeing you so close to his mom, known for giving breathless hugs

✶ BACHIRA MEGURU ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"If you need help tell me, but I think you're doing a great job" the woman says, and you can't help but smile at her embarrassed "Thank you Mrs- Yu! Thank you, Yu" you say, and she smiles at you "This time you remembered to call me the right way. You're making progress!" she says, and you laugh lightly with her, placing the brush in the water. From the palette you take some red, passing it on the canvas while she nods "Wow! It's not an easy shade between blue and red, but it came out well. Aren't you hiding a past as an artist from me? Has Meguru taught you something yet?" she says, and you shake your head, amused "I've always only drawn in my notebook during class. I've never colored a drawing in my life... or even used a canvas" you say, and she laughs "Now I understand why Meguru likes you so much. At first he didn't color his drawings either, then he started doing it from... wait, have you been together for?" she asks "About a year and a half" you say, and she is amazed "He has been coloring hos drawings for about a year and a half" she says, and you smile “Really?” you ask, and she nods "Maybe he started it to make his paintings more striking to your eyes"

It's not uncommon for you to spend time with his mother, who is basically your best friend. Since your dates are often after his training, you wait with his mother for his return

"Mom I'm at home- Oh, Y/n!" he says as he enters his mother's art studio, finding the two of you close together "Meguru! You're still sweaty" the woman says as she approaches, with you by her side "You should take a shower. Then we can go!" you say clapping your hands, and you feel his mother ruffling your hair "Do you think you'll leave without finishing that masterpiece?" he asks almost defiantly, and you laugh "If it's a challenge, I accept" you say, not even hugging your boyfriend as you walk back to your canvas, followed by his mother

Bachira stares at you a little perplexed, the bag still on his shoulders: he really wanted to go out and spend time with you alone, but he's happy to see you on such good terms with his mother, who is also his best friend. He thinks that today he can also spend the day watching you have fun with your canvas, but after his shower. Otherwise he can't kiss you

✶ ITOSHI SAE ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"You know, the first time we went to see him play, he ignored us" his mother says, and you raise an eyebrow, surprised "It happened to me too the first time I went to see him play" you say, and his mother glares at him, even though Sae is completely focused on scoring goals on the field. Today it's just the two of you in the VIP seats, Mr. Itoshi couldn't attend, but that's not a problem since you love spending time with Mrs. Itoshi. Especially now that there is gossip

The first time Sae invited you to one of his games you weren't a couple yet, but he invited you anyway. He hadn't greeted you the whole time, but he kissed you later in the stadium locker rooms. But perhaps Mrs. Itoshi didn't know this

"How rude, I didn't think I raised a boy like that... and to think that I sent him alone to Spain, on the other side of the world!" she says exhaustedly, and you laugh "He's not that rude. He treats me well, very well" you say, and she looks relieved "I'd like to see. If he treated you even badly I wouldn't mind pulling his ears" she says, and you laugh at her words again

"But Rin would probably want the same treatment. He always wanted the same one Sae got" the woman says, and you nod "I don't think he wants that kind of treatment. Then he's a completely different person with his girlfriend" you say, and she nods "It's true, my little Rin... I like his girlfriend too..."

"What does Rin and his girlfriend have to do with me?" Sae asks approaching the VIP area, and you get up to leave a light kiss on his lips, while he tightens an arm around your waist, grabbing the water bottle that his mother is holding "Nothing much, darling. We were talking about your habits" says the woman, but Sae gives you a puzzled look "My habits while I'm in one of the most important games of the season?" he asks, and you nod "We just want to get to know you better" you say, and he shrugs "As if one wasn't my mother and the other my girlfriend. I think you both know me too well" he says and then drinks from his water bottle "Concentrate on the match instead" he says, before returning to the game

"He's also always been stubborn. But I think you know that" says the woman as her son walks away, and he turns around, glaring at her and changing his gaze between her and you, who can't stop laughing. Maybe it was a bad idea to call you both since you can't shut your mouth together

✶ ITOSHI RIN ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"Here he was two years old and he had just peed himself" says the woman showing you a photo of a crying baby, that is, your boyfriend. You look at the photo in love, giggling at the funnyness of your boyfriend, which does not at all reflect his childhood self, who was much more open and joyful "Here, however, he was four years old and Sae had given him a sticker of a soccer ball. I think he still keeps it in his room" the woman says, you look up only to see Rin's nervous gaze resting against the wall. You wink at him, returning your attention to the photo album of the Itoshi family, a family you have been seeing for four years now thanks to your relationship. And you love your boyfriend's mom

"Don't you think it's a bit excessive, mom?" the boy asks, but she shakes her head. “I've never had a daughter. Let me imagine it's her” she says, and he rolls his eyes before sighing “That doesn't change the motivation. Why are you showing her all these… embarrassing photos?” he asks, and you laugh "They're not embarrassing! They're cute, Rinnie" you say motioning for him to sit next to you, but he shakes his head "They're embarrassing. I know she did the same thing with Sae's girlfriend" he says, and the woman laughs "I also showed her... the other photo album. I'm sure Y/n wants to see it too" the woman says, and you raise an eyebrow, but when you turn around you see the panic on your boyfriend's face, who is chasing after his mother who has disappeared into her bedroom. The woman comes back with another album and her younger son hot on her heels "You don't have to see it. It's shit, it is" he says trying to steal the album, but the woman gives him a little slap on the hands "Be thankful I didn't step on your toes. Otherwise you wouldn't have been able to run after the ball for a while" she says placing herself next to you again, opening the album before her son can do anything

And now you understand why Rin didn't want to show it to you: every photo portrays him and his brother in the most embarrassing moments, like the first time on the toilet or with their faces full of sauce. But the photos are for some reason much worse for Rin than for Sae, photos that always portray him in a funnier way but so cute for you. Rin can't help but be embarrassed but above all guilty of this, because in the end it's thanks to him that you became such good friends, like another child, with his mother. He shouldn't have allowed it

✶ REO MIKAGE ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"You don't spoil her enough. You should raise your expectations, my girl" says the woman next to you, and you don't know how to respond without sounding ungrateful "You're right, mom. I was thinking of giving her that Cartier jewel I was telling you about this morning" your boyfriend says nodding, and you shake your arms in embarrassment "If you mean the one that costs as much as our whole house, stop it" you say, but the woman caresses your face "Why do you worry, my girl? It's the man who has to spoil you, and my son doesn't do it enough in my opinion, you being such a good girlfriend" the woman says, and you nod "Thank you ma'am, but..." you say, but she giggles "I was like that too, but then my husband, Reo's father, became crazy about me. And as proof of his love he bought me part of the moon" she says, and you jump "Really?" you ask, and Reo, seeing your emotion, concentrates "Do you want part of the moon too?" he asks, but you jump again in embarrassment "No! I mean, thanks but no..." you say, and he seems to be sad about it

"You're so young me. Reo really needs to make you his bride, you're the only girl he introduced me that I like" the woman says, and you breathe a sigh of relief "I'm pleased, Mrs. Mikage" you say letting the woman caress your face again. Reo raises an eyebrow, surprised by his mother's words "The only one you like? Not that I don't like it, but you didn't like that one too..." he says, but she pulls his ear "Do you want to compare that rat who wanted your money with this angel, Reo? Did I really raise you like that?" the woman says, and you giggle, moving to Mrs. Mikage's side “Don't you care that she loves me now, Reo?” you ask, and he grabs your hands, kissing them "I'm more than happy about it, but I remembered her words differently..." but before he can finish the sentence, his ear is pulled again "Stop this talk of remembering or not. Hurry up and put a ring on her finger instead, or someone else will do it, who will know how to spoil her better than just a simple necklace... why not the whole set?" the woman says towards her son, and you can't help but laugh but be a little embarrassed. You got the answer from where Reo got his resourcefulness, but honestly you love his mother the way she makes sure her son takes care of you

[fxymi]

head empty, just sae itoshi helping his sweet, virgin, gf touch herself :(

he thinks you're the cutest thing ever, blushing and squirming while you tell him you've never done this before but for your sake, he doesn't laugh at you(even though he wants to bc he's a meanie)

sae's super gentle, he teaches you to pistol your fingers first and then guides them past the waistband of your panties, to your soaking clit.

"just like that, baby," he murmurs while you gasp as your fingers enter yourself for the first time. he thinks you look so pretty, nibbling on your lower lip while your fingers work. and you sound even better.

he's patient with you! kissing your forehead as you moan and whimper, encouraging you to keep going, etc but there's only so much patience he has before he has to satisfy himself.

before you make yourself cum, he tells you to stop and flips you over, ass up. he has to force his throbbing cock into your tight hole, grunting as you involuntarily clench around him.

after a lot of begging and enduring his pounding into you as your eyes prick and sting with tears, he lets you cum. he knows his pretty baby is sensitive and he loves you too much to edge you any further <3

[saetiate]

sae x f!reader x kaiser smut

"she's really vocal, isn't she?"

sae has you pressed down against the bed, fucking into you so hard until kaiser swears the mattress concaves in. you're moaning so loud he's half worried the neighbors might hear.

"if you don't like it, give her back to me." kaiser snaps, leaning down to kiss you softly on the forehead.

you wrap your arms around him, gripping him hard as you whine and come all over sae's cock.

sae pulls out only to bring his mouth between your thighs, lapping up your slick until the numbness becomes overstimulation, until one of your hands comes down to press to his head with a cry.

"don't hurt her." kaiser almost rips you out of sae's grasp, it's a near thing, but sae grabs at you first.

"she likes it." he flips you around so kaiser can see, your back to sae's chest. he slips his fingers inside of you, tapping on your clit all at once. "see? she's dripping all over."

and then a realization passes over sae's face. "you really do like her."

"ha? she's my girlfriend, you dipshit."

"yeah, i know. i just…" lots of people in sae's team have girlfriends, but the way kaiser treats you -- he holds your face carefully as you fall forward towards kaiser, like you might do to a teacup.

"sorry." sae says it with such a strange amount of sincerity that it has kaiser narrowing his eyes. "if i had known, maybe i wouldn't have asked."

kaiser scoffs. "yeah, you would've."

sae huffs a smile. "yeah."

[kaisaerinlover]

you know that additional time of sae that got leaked where the u20 members are going through his bag and see he has a lipstick in there and they’re like wtf is this

imagine if it was your lipstick in there and he carries it with him ‘cause he misses the taste and basically everything about your lips. and it’s like a lil good luck charm to him 😭😭

and it’s one of those scented/taste ones, and it’s something sweet like strawberries. and nonchalant sae itoshi secretly applies your lipstick on his hand just to see it. he just stares at it ‘cause it really reminds him of you.

and he wants to keep one in there for you for you to reapply every time you come to one of his games ‘cause he loves kissing you all over and ruining your makeup. even though he won’t admit it. your boyfriend is nonchalant as hell but he loves you and you know it, even if he does a blank stare literally all of the time 🥹

he’s not embarrassed or anything either about the lipstick, if he catches them going through his bag he’ll just be like ‘what?’ and snatch the lipstick off of them, ‘cause that’s his girl’s lipstick and no way in hell is he letting people he views as lukewarm touch what’s yours, or apply it, or ruin it. that’s his lucky charm.

it’s funny to you too, his weird good luck ritual with your lipstick, because after one of his games he comes to you at the stands after and lifts his hand up to push a bit of hair out of his face and you can see the remnants of your favourite lipstick on his hand where he applied it before.

itoshi sae is really just a whipped loser for you no matter how nonchalant or stoic he may act, he really loves you soo much you’re truly his princess 😭

[everfallenwings]

found family; with sae itoshi -> female reader

imagine volunteering at japan's u20 working a small job but unintentionally becoming friends with SAE ITOSHI... no, not having the usual equal respect and companionship, or expectant friends to lovers. you're the same age as his little brother, so he oddly treats you like a little sister. the weird thing? he's so nonchalant about it.

"excuse me, but they're confirming if you wanted a red or white zip up again..." twiddling with your fingers softly before pointing to your pushy bosses, you seem to be making good friends with the floor while speaking to a famous, pro-league, good-looking but mean soccer player (sae itoshi). your classmates were all practically screaming at how lucky you were to secure volunteer service in professional sports, in professional soccer. i mean, the card collecter boys in your class were practically feining, asking you for autographs and other stupid favours. maybe you could ask for a picture, yeah—you were definitely going to ask sae itoshi for a picture, but that thought was soon dispersed at the man's dismisive tone. "white is fine," the midfielder curtly replies, with a straight face and one hand planted on the side of his hip. "how old are you?" he looks down at you with the world's most unreadable gaze and ridiculously long lower lashes, "sixteen." you reply, finally facing him. "oh," sae dryly responds, that bored look in his eyes in never, "you're about the same age as my little brother."

oh!

"[name], come here." sae itoshi murmurs, laying flat on the floor in the middle of the training center, you look around the empty facility at five in the morning, confirming if he was even POSSIBLY speaking to you again. "yeah?" he tuts on the floor, lifting a muscled leg in your field of vision, "i need help stretching, pull on my leg."

your eyes scan hesitantly over the dangling cleat, before your hands lock around his ankle, attempting to pull and soothe his strange stretching, though definitely failing. why was the midfielder so heavy? he wasn't even trying to make this easier by at least slightly lifting himself. "you're bad at this, not even lukewarm." he'd say, though his tone didn't show any real frustation or intended offense. instead, cerulean eyes blow open when you pull a little too hard and hear something crack that most likely wasn't supposed to.

on other days, he'd pat your head and buy you a popsicle, two for the price of one was a better deal, anyway.

and on the day of japan's u20 verus blue lock's eleven, when RIN ITOSHI's piercing gaze catches the melting popsicle clutched in your hand and sae handing you a napkin, he freezes. his gaze softens in a way that doesn't melt away at the icy chambers of his heart, but instead softens and melts it wholly intead. that day, you were genuinely bewildered and confused that blue lock's number one gave you more dirty looks that day than any actual player on the field.

"your brother is scary," you mutter, causing the taller midfielder beside you perk up in interest. "he kept giving me death glares." sae rolls his eyes at the thought, "maybe he likes you, i dunno. he's in his rebillious phase." it truly made you, at your adolescent age, realise that sae itoshi's head was entirely hollow when not thinking about football. buuut, he buys you ice cream, so who really cares?

-> series masterlist

[rinnstars]

types of love trope!

type of love tropes of bllk guys <3

featuring: nagi, reo, sae, ness, yuukimiya, rin: short drabbles, fluff & angst, + likes and reblogs are appreciated! <3

school romance: nagi seishiro

perhaps it’s equivalent to a string of fate - every year no matter what class, both you and nagi sit right beside each other at the left third row of the class without fail. you think it must be the universe showing signs that you two were soulmates if it wasn’t clear enough - both of you napping behind you textbooks, both of you liking and playing the same games at the same time, both of you chatting in an empty classroom every break time. its love, you think, his eyes dilates the same as you do to him, his face is uncharacterically painted with pink the same yours does when you lean in, and that same butterfly feeling erupts in his stomach the same way yours does. and its the same after school too, a routine unbreakable to the both of you - everyday after school you’d get lunch with him at the nearby school cafe, then you’d spend hours together at a nearby arcade whether it be playing rhythms games with matching gloves or even playing claw machine getting each others favourite sanrio characters matching your phone case, then you’d spend the remaining of your time at his place lazing around until your curfew to run back home with his voice chatting about anything and everything in your ears through your headphones decorated with stickers and parts bought by him. he thinks you might be the only thing waking up for - youre his morning alarm whenever you call him as youre waiting at the bus stop, youre his sunlight that he usually dreads to see but nowadays he runs down the stairs to catch a glimpse of you, youre the fire that inspires and ignites him to try new things or at least try a little more in life. and you think he’s the reason you haven’t ripped your hair out in the school - he’s your coffee to waking you up sweetly in class, poking your face as he stares at you with his big eyes, he’s your pillow that you sleep on and feel comfortable being your real self in a cutthroat academy, he’s your medicine that you kiss whenever you feel too overwhelmed behind the books that hides you from the teachers. and you hope, with all your heart, that he’ll stay forever even after the two of you graduate.

heartbreak: itoshi rin

a cycle of hurt you think - travelling from his older brother that shattered his heart that has led rin to break apart your heart with his bare hands reminiscent of the days where he broke apart pieces of lego in your room as a kid. you think its unfair how you’ve faced heartbreak this young - you’ve heard about it, talked about by relatives, seniors and parents, but never at fourteen. fourteen - you should be out having fun with all your friends playing games from the arcade, chatting about and meeting new people, trying new skills and hobbies and finding your passion. yet youre sitting here all alone eating the lunch you used to with rin, the rice now tasting salty and bitter with tears soaking it, youre here unable to enter any shops because you see rin’s ghost in there where he used to accompany you to every trip you’ve made after school, youre scared to find new people because you know, you just know it’ll be a repeat of you and rin, and youre too drained to even think of trying new things. you want to stay the same, to hope that one day if your rin comes back, he wont feel left out that you know he always feel, you want to be the constant, the earth that he can orbit around anytime as you have promised. but you know, deep down in your wounded heart, that its over. its over, no matter how much you pray to the universe, no matter how hard you sob and cry over rin, no matter how much you lock yourself in the room with his scent barely here anymore - itoshi rin will never come back. and at just fourteen, you learn of grief, you learn of abandonment and you learn of heartbreak because of him.

childhood sweetheart: alexis ness

you think you and him are two peas in one pod - always seen as a little weird for our interests. he’s always been fascinated with spells and magic and you alike, and you hope one day somehow you’ll be able to travel into the magic world inside the countless mangas you’ve read together at the playground. everyone thinks you two are silly, that you guys are just kids, but you were so sure back then that you were gonna be a fairy alongside him with the countless of spells learnt from shows. now you think a little different - maybe growing up meant having to let go of those childish dreams of waking up in a fairy world by closing our door and spraying those scam-like perfume, having to let go those now dusty fairy wands your parents keep in a cardboard box that you remember every spring cleaning season, having to let go of your fantasy to being with him. yet, you can’t bear to throw them away despite your parents insistence in doing so, that it takes too much space in their house. but, that would mean that there will be no longer any physical reminders of ness, your first childhood play buddy. and youre not sure if he ever got to keep those, especially when you see his family’s garage sale selling all his toys including those fairy mangas. you never met ness again, you think the universe is cruel for giving you a mere three years to be with him. yet you know all his quirks, you know how he has the tendency to be clingy, hugging and tugging at you mid roleplay, you know how he has the tendency to cry a little too easily at the slightest slip of his feet, you know how he has the tendency to believe things too naively. and you wonder if his family ever knows him, those tall and grown adults like slender men haunting his house that yells at him. but maybe, you hope, that one day he’ll come back to your house for one

in every lifetime: reo mikage

he’s too used to changing every aspect of himself - being the golden and perfect heir to his fathers empire, being the charming and friendly prince figure in all of his classmates vision, being the best at everything from academics to sports to the arts. there’s no room for him to fail, for him to stop the charades, for him to remove the mask he’s been wearing all his life. but with you, its like his walls are broken down, its like he isn’t just the heir or just the majestic prince - that he’s just reo. you think its silly for him to try so hard, you melt the walls of his heart before you know it to see the real him underneath the chameleon skin that wraps him and restrains his real self. you adore his real smile that is a little crooked, you adore his clumsy skipping that it’s clear he’s never tried, you adore his long talks about his interests in the cafe that is far from his usual taste. and he thinks you’d like him in all the versions of him - whether that be a jester in the court to the princess he’s sure you are, or the bee to you the prettiest flower he’s ever seen, or like barbie and ken he thinks maybe after rewataching the whole series and movies on your bed during the holidays. and you think the same too, that you’ll find him in every lifetime - whether that be a thief in the night accidentally stumbling a rebellious prince, be a cat stumbling into a wolf, be a bee stumbling across the flower that is him too. you think you and him are connected by a red string that stubbornly ties around both of you, leading to you guys to knock against each other each step you take, pulling you guys together from two worlds to collide together, for you guys to love each other despite the uncertainties and thorns that are ahead of your journey. but you know, in every lifetime, you’ll always be reo’s and reo will always be yours.

first love: yuukimiya kenyu

every spring, you get reminded of your first love - reminiscent of flowers that bloomed by the walls on your way to school, reminiscent of the colourful butterfly that landed always on him, reminiscent of the smell of sweet and floral spring that you would wake up to every morning. he was the spring to your winter, always brightening up your day with his bright smile and shining eyes. you think he’s changed you for the better - he’s made you used to waking up early in the morning so you wont ever be late for school missing half the things in your bag, he’s made you much more optimistic seeing everything in colours rather than the colourless world you were used to, he’s made you much more outspoken always encouraging you to speak up in class and every aspect of your life. he was the first epitome of love, sweet and warm embrace of personalisation of love he was. red love that melts right into your skin with each touch that leaves an everlasting print on your body, red love that reflects light that kisses your skin he same way he used to, red love that travels through your body and explodes in your chest, heart pumping full of love for him. he was your first everything - your first kiss, your first sleepover, your first boyfriend. but sometimes you wish he wasn’t just your first love that you wish that he was the love that lasted your whole lifetime - that he didn’t have to leave so soon with a broken heart that can never heal with that same sugary sweet smile that you fell in love with.

the one that got away: itoshi sae

somedays, you look at the polaroids of you and sae and you wonder what could’ve been. you know hes doing well in spain, youve heard about it on social media, from ex-classmates, from your parents. they ask you about him, how he is, how hes doing - but you dont want to admit that youve lost him a long time ago. you smile tightly and nod, laugh along and whatnot, but theres a drowning feeling in your heart that swallows you a little inside in a black hole at each question posed at you. you don’t want to admit that he’s far gone away somewhere else, somewhere else without you, somewhere else better than you - just holed up in your room, studying and studying. you’ve dreamt of staying with him, to receive him from the airport that night and every other times he’s come home, to have him stay in your room just like back then - just him and you lying on your bed with yours and his playlist on the record tape that has long become outdated. you’ve dreamt of just being with him, nothing changing between the two of you - where he still looked in your eyes, where he still visited your house, where he still shopped at that same run-down convenience store you used to go after school before he picked up his little brother. sometimes, you understand rin - both byproducts of sae’s filmsy and broken promises, both never moving on from the one that got away - and perhaps in another life, you hope, you plead, you wish to the universe or even god, that in a parallel universe, that he never left you heartbroken in the rain at the doorsteps of your house, that you selfishly wished he never left for spain in the first place, that he wasn’t the one that got away.

[sirhamburrger]

SAE ITOSHI doesn’t have any nicknames for you. 

you know as well as he does, that most couples have endearing things they call each other. honey. baby. darling. dear.

they worm their way into typical domestic conversation, and from what you know from romance movies, they’re supposed to make the recipient feel flustered, even if they’ve been together for a long time. 

but most importantly, they’re a way for someone to show their love to their significant other.

still, it doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t call you any of those pet names. 

not even a simple good evening, darling, had a good day at work? as he comes up behind you, enveloping you in a warm hug. or you look nice today, baby. much less in his third language, spanish; mi amor, can i get you anything from the grocery store? 

and after all this, one might begin to wonder: how is your relationship with him still going strong after nothing but coldness and a lack of love?

well, they wonder wrong.

for he says your name with such quiet appreciation for the littlest things, and in anything and everything you do for him.

for he says your name with such devotion that you can’t help but want to take his face in your hands and kiss him all over his slightly flushed cheeks.

for he says your name with so much weariness in his voice on a bad day, but with the knowledge that you’re waiting for him at the end of it all, to soothe him and to love him how only you can.

for your name on his lips is your favourite sound. 

it’s his, too.

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[angelxarii]

₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ﾟᴡᴏʀᴋ - ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ꜱᴀᴇ¹⁸⁺

> ᴛᴡꜱ: ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ

Sae's fingers were knuckle deep inside of you, curling up and hitting that exact spot that had you arching your back off the bed. He knew you so well and what made you fold even when his attention wasn't on you.

Like right now, how he was focused on a phone call rather than his pretty little gf who was a complete mess under him.

The phone was on speaker beside you, one of his hands occupied by your cunt and the other covering your mouth everytime you got too loud.

The call was getting way too long even if it had only been 4 minutes.

He moved his hand from your mouth, covering your entire tit and roughly massaging it while abusing your poor nipple.

"Shh, quiet" he whispered quietly, agreeing with whatever the man on the phone was saying.

His hand came to cover your mouth again as you got too loud

"Yeah well that's a problem for tomorrow. I'll deal with this when I have time" sae abruption said, cutting the guy off. He tried saying something but it was too late and sae had already cut the call.

"You're so needy. You came 3 times from my fingers alone. How're you gonna take my cock now?" He asked, pushing up against your throbbing pussy.

"You start shaking and crying whenever you get a little bit too overstimulated so I'm surprised at how well you kept quiet"

"Right, my little attention whore?" Tears rolled down your face and all you could do was nod as sae pulled his digits out and placed them in his mouth

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. (ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɴ ꜰʀ)

ʚɞ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐱𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐢 | ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

[kenyuukissme]

kind of a part two to this drabble.

y’know, its kinda funny. how you went from skipping class to being stuck (almost voluntarily) in a bathroom stall with the school’s certified asshole best soccer player, listening to music together.

it’s almost so unreal that you’d think some teenager wrote a random fanfiction instead of doing their homework…

so how did you get here? twenty years of age, visiting your now-boyfriend in your brand new apartment. he had moved in a week earlier than you, to get things set up and to surprise you with the designs and whatnot.

ah, i should totally add that this is your boyfriend of what should be about… four years, now?

yeah. this is sae itoshi, the high school’s number one asshole, the best soccer player in the year level (and the world, for that matter (#1 glazer)) and your stupid lovesick loser.

of course, you didn’t just magically get together after spending twenty five minutes in a bathroom together. nor did it take listening to teddy picker and his marvellous playlist, either.

after that day, you couldn’t help but ask your friends about just who the fuck sae itoshi is. why is this random guy so popular, especially with his attitude and shitty personality? maybe you asked a few too many questions, they began shipping you two as a joke.

well, it started off as a joke. but eventually, the way you would stare at him in your one class together didn’t feel so much a joke. the way you two would steal glances at eachother wasn’t so funny anymore. the way he would use any excuse to talk to you wasn’t all shits and giggles now.

so anyways, you can imagine how you two got together. he asked you to be his formal date, or something. ew, romance, am i right! …ahaha… laugh… please.

now, here we are. you moved in today, at three o’clock in the afternoon. sae thought you were to move in at half past three, so he was out of the apartment, out to go get you a gift. because all of your stuff is still packed in boxes for the big move, you just borrow a shirt from sae’s wardrobe.

sky blue lacoste. its got his signature cologne on it…

you change out of your clothes, pulling on sae’s shirt. now, i don’t know how to make this sound not-weird so please just pretend i have the skill to write this miraculously well. his shirt is long enough to reach just before your mid-thighs, so you don’t have to wear shorts under it.

surprise for him, it indeed was.

he opens the front door to see you leaning on your side on the couch, a rose placed stupidly between your teeth and your eyebrow raised. like that stupid emoji.

its safe to say that sharing airpods isn’t the only thing you shared from that day on.

a/n :: losely based off of knee socks by arctic monkeys. thanks @/nensi :3 taglist :: @sl-vega ; @shrii-kk ; @nensi ; @kr3ideprinz ; @arslansenkai ; @saeglazer ; @jeagermika + open [ask to be added] likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated

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[itoshiexx]

when you call them "husband"

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband".

pairings: itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "mrs." and "wifey") (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, kissing, the boys are simps, shidou is a warning itself

notes: hi guys! another one of these scenarios since you guys seemed to like the other one so much <3 thank you for all your love and support! also it's my first time writing for shidou so i hope this isn't absolute garbage.

ITOSHI SAE

one of your and sae’s favorite couple activities was driving around the city. you loved the feeling of madrid’s summer breeze kissing your face and messing up your hair, and sae… well, he would never admit that, but sae loved anything that made you happy, even if it meant driving with no clear destination in mind until his feet hurt. so it was no wonder you convinced him to do just that on that afternoon.

after half an hour of wandering around town on a porsche, you decided that some starbucks would do both of you well. your little pleading eyes quickly convinced sae to stop by one, letting you order since the intercom was on your side.

“welcome to starbucks, what can i get for you today?” the man’s voice came out of the intercom, the spanish accent still making it a bit difficult for sae to fully comprehend, despite living in madrid for years now. 

“hi! i’d like a caramel frappuccino and a chocolate muffin, please.”

“anything else?”

you turned to him, asking in a whisper, “what do you want, baby?”

“just an iced matcha tea latte.” he shrugged. you smiled, and sae had to fight the urge to smile too. it was maddening, really — how much of an effect you had on him with something as simple as a turn of lips.

he watched as you turned back to the intercom, “and my husband wants an iced matcha tea latte. that would be all, thank you.”

distracted, sae started to take his foot off the brake to go to the payment booth, but suddenly his body froze. he furrowed his eyebrows, confusion etched on his teal eyes.

wait. 

fucking wait. 

sae didn’t register what the guy on the intercom said next, much less what you answered. he didn’t even notice the line of cars behind him and the need to move forward. all that mattered was that one word that fell from your mouth seconds prior.

“what did you call me?” he asked, silently afraid that it was all a trick from his mind fed on his deepest wishes. 

it was only then you seemed to realize what you said. “o-oh, i… i’m sorry, it just— it just came out…” you squeaked, bashful. fuck, you were so pretty like that, with your cheeks rosy while averting his gaze. 

sae smirked, pinching your chin so that you would look at him. he kissed you with a sweetness that wasn’t usually present in his bitter mouth, and you melted at his gentleness. 

“don’t apologize,” he said as he broke the kiss. “i liked that, mrs. itoshi.”

it seemed like it was finally time for that velvet box on the bottom of his drawer.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

peace. peace was all you wished for — at least a little bit. five minutes on the phone to schedule an appointment was not asking for much, was it?

apparently, for shidou, it was.

you were well aware your boyfriend was selfish, and that was an universal rule when it came to your attention. considering he spent a lot of time away for games overseas, you couldn’t blame him for wanting some time alone, since you wanted it too. 

however, you really needed to schedule your doctor’s appointment, and your whiny boyfriend was making this task extremely difficult. every time you started talking to the lady on the other side of the phone, ryusei would butt in with very unnecessary comments that made your eyes roll. you apologized profusely to the woman about a hundred times, and she assured you it was okay. she even said it was sweet. 

if you weren’t so annoyed, you would have thought it was sweet, too. ryusei was never one to shy away from expressing his love, even if it meant embarrassing you and himself in the process (although he was completely shameless, so it made no difference).

“will anyone pick you up after your exam, ma’m?”

you could faintly hear what the woman was saying, since shidou was babbling nonsense in your ear as if you weren’t on a phone call. it made you sigh, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“yes, my husband will pick me up.”

and then, silence. 

it took you a minute to realize that the outside noise disappeared and ryusei had completely stopped talking. you blinked a couple times, confused, and turned your head to look at your boyfriend sitting on the couch. to your surprise, he was blushing and gaping like a fish, in what seemed to be utter disbelief.

you braced yourself for what was about to come. 

“HUSBAND?!”

ah, there it is. his scream pierced through the living room, and you were certain even the other side of the country heard it. 

“thank you for everything, ma’m. i should be going now,” you told the receptionist. she only giggled and wished you a good day. 

the second you put your phone down, ryusei’s arms were around your middle, lifting you up and twirling you around like some cliche romance movie. your prior annoyance melted away in a second, and you could only giggle like a schoolgirl in love. 

“awww, ya wanna be my wifey?” he cooed, putting you down without letting you go. his nose touched yours and you blushed with the intensity of his stare. 

though you wouldn’t back down. 

“of course i do, ryu.” you smiled sweetly. your boyfriend stared at you, shocked and bashful for the second time in the span of five minutes, and then groaned when broken from his stupor. 

what a little devil, he thought. 

and then he kissed you, intense and dominating like only ryusei knew how to be, prodding his tongue in your mouth when you gasped and savoring every corner of your mouth. it was one of those kisses that swept you off your feet and left you dizzy, and he could tell from the hazy look in your eyes when he finally backed away.

“fuck, i love you so much. you ‘gon be my wifey, baby, i promise ya.”

ISAGI YOICHI

you were usually the one to accompany yoichi to parties — mostly galas thrown by sponsors who wanted to secure a deal with some sports hotshot —, so, for him, it was a breath of fresh air to be your plus one on the holiday party of the company you worked for. 

since the company in question was a corporation, it was no wonder the decoration was flawless, with lots of gold and red to represent the christmas that would soon arrive. the soundtrack was mainly composed of classical music, and he smiled watching you enjoying a vivaldi song. it reminded him of the early days of your relationship, where you teached him about your favorite classic musicians such as beethoven, mozart, ludovico einaudi and chopin.

your arms were linked as you wandered around the hall, and, non surprisingly, everyone seemed to want to talk to you. of course they would; you were the sweetest, kindest and smartest soul to walk on this earth. isagi couldn’t be more proud of all the recognition you were getting, because you deserved more than anyone he knew. 

“are you having fun, baby?” you suddenly asked. the striker finally noticed he had been staring at you for a while as you drank a glass of champagne. he blushed, but nodded. 

“how could i not? i’m with you.”

a giggle left your lips along with a fond roll of your eyes, and yoichi couldn’t help but think that, if he could listen to a single sound forever, he would choose your laugh in a heartbeat. 

“you’re so silly, yoichi,” you playfully chastised him, but stepped forward to give a kiss to his cheek. he smiled, circling your waist with one arm and pulling so that your bodies were glued.

“what can i say, you make me silly, sweetheart.”

“isn’t that what love is supposed to do?” a third voice suddenly spoke, slightly startling the both of you and breaking you from your little bubble. 

you put down your glass on a waiter’s tray, smiling at the man that arrived. “mr. tanaka! what a pleasure it is to see you here.”

“of course! i wouldn’t miss such a party!” he exclaimed, laughing a little loud for the etiquette of that kind of gala, but no one seemed to mind. 

“and who is this?” he asked, pointing to isagi. 

“this is my husband, isagi yoichi. he came today to support me.”

with such simple words, yoichi’s mind went silent. 

he could faintly discern the man saying something about being a soccer enthusiast and a bastard munchen’s fan — mostly from reading his lips, since his ears were buzzing —, but honestly, he couldn’t care less. isagi’s heart was beating so pathetically fast that if he weren’t an athlete, he was pretty sure he would faint right there. 

husband. you called him your husband. 

did that mean you wanted to marry him? he’s been wanting to propose for a while. you have been dating for five years, after all, and yoichi was sure there was no one else in this world he’d rather spend the rest of his life with. did you only say that because you already lived together? or did you actually want a wedding ceremony with all your friends and family, signing the paper that would bound you for good? until death do us part, he remembered. though yoichi would love you even after dying—

“dear?” you called him, worry in your tone. it’s only then he realized he got lost in his thoughts, and both you and mr. tanaka were staring at him.

“oh, sorry. it’s really nice to meet you, sir.” he shook the man’s hand, engaging in conversation.

while you watched them, you smiled coyly, hoping isagi took the hint.

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[CW] ➻ SFW, FLUFF, a lot of lips pursing, exaggerated cuteness (kinda), Boyfriend Sae, y’all already know he’ll get a bit ooc, it can be a little suggestive (just a little)

Waffle’s note -> I saw a post about cute aggression towards Rin once and I was like!! I have cute aggression?? Why not write about that?? But I already wrote something for Rin and then it hit me— why not Sae having cute aggression towards reader?? Ngl it was a bit challenging. I didn’t want to ooc him too much but I had to do it anyway :< okay now let me shut up.

❦ 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢

✮ When you wake up, you have this adorable habit of stretching yourself— just like a cute little kitten. You arch your back, stretching your arms and legs while curling your toes. And every time you do that, your plump tummy shows. And god—Sae loves it. It always trigger in him, the urge to grab your hips and cover your tummy with kisses.

✮ Sometimes, Sae only half listens to what you say— especially when you’re ranting about your favorite character from your favorite show. Half of the time he just stares at you and nods along. Not because he doesn’t care about what you’re saying— no, he’s just trying to not pounce on you because of all the cute expressions you’re making. Yet he fails most of the time.

“ - God I hate him so much! Like how could he be so cruel to her!!? Can you believe it?? I know it’s just a facade and deep down he cares for her— because if not, why did he agree to wipe her father’s debts by marrying her— but still! She’s trying so hard to win his affection but it’s like he never understands shit ugh! And I hate how he’s so—

You pause staring back at Sae who’s just blankly gazing at you, blinking slowly.

“ - Sae? Are you even listening to me?” Mildly annoyed you tilt your head, lips pursed and brows slightly frowned.

Something in him snaps when he sees your expression. It’s too cute. Too irresistible. And your lips… so soft— so kissable. He just can’t hold back anymore, and eagerly grabs your face— which is quite surprised considering his usual aloof demeanor— he cups it in his hands. He then gently places a kiss on your cheek, then on your lips, then one on each one of your eye, to finally cover your entire face with kisses.

“- Ah— Sae! What are you doing?” You giggle, softly pushing him to get him to stop, but he just squeeze you harder.

“- Stay still. He says with a calm tone, totally not matching with his action. I’m not done.”

✮ He loves how your nose scrunches up when you laugh. Actually he just loves your laugh, that’s it. It’s cute. Every time he hears it, the urge to squeeze you in his arms floods his brain. Seeing you happy like that makes him soft— not like he’d ever admit it.

✮ He loves when you ask for kisses even when you’re upset with him. (Well in your own ways, because you can be quite stubborn.) Seeing you eagerly hold your cheek for a kiss, makes him wanna kiss you a hundred times more. And it’s the same with hugs. Again you really don’t ask. You either open your arms just in front of him or you force your way in. Well at least that gives him an excuse for not letting you go.

✮ When you’re shy or nervous in front of him— god he feels like he could swallow you whole from how cute you are. But again you’d never know what’s happening inside of his head, because he’s an expert when it comes to keeping his expression neutral— that’s just how he is. Yet, if you look closely, you can actually see the way his gaze softens when he looks at you. So at times, he would actually give in and let your cuteness avalanche his system.

You awkwardly peak inside of your bedroom, through the door.

“ - Sae…?” Lying on the bed while scrolling nonchalantly on his phone, Sae lifts his head, looking at you with a apathetic look on his face. You quickly make your way towards him, dressed in a cute little white sundress, falling just above your knees. Sae brought it for you on your date last week, but you didn’t get the chance to wear it yet.

As soon as he looks at your face, his gaze softens immediately. He throw a quick glance at your dress, then looks back at your face. Of course, you’re stunning— like always— but right now, the cute uncertain frown on your face is cuter than anything else. The dress kinda becomes irrelevant. Sure, it’s cute on you. But again, you’re way cuter.

Apprehensive of what your boyfriend could possibly say, you purse your lips, looking at him expectantly. An inaudible groan escapes his lips as he grabs your arm and yanks you on his lap.

“ -Ah!— Can’t you be more gentle?” You sulk.

You’re so irresistible— so much that he just wish he could hold you in his arms forever and never let go.

“ - Sorry. I got carried away.” He says as he gently bites your shoulder, slowly rubbing your arm. Feeling the sensation of his teeth gently pressing into your skin, makes you shiver a little.

His eyes meets yours and instantly a wave of affectionate and tender words threatens to overflow from his lips. But he doesn’t say anything— because really, none of these words were worthy enough to express what he really feels for you. So instead, he gently places his forehead on yours as he locks his intense gaze on you— trying to convey with his eyes everything words couldn’t. Your cheeks and ears dusted with a faint blush betraying your upset frown.

“- What…”

“ - Can I bite you?”

“ - Oh now you ask for permission…”

✮ Sae can definitely be tease sometimes— he doesn’t really look like the type, but he does— he loves teasing you. Especially when you are demanding his attention.

“ - …So I told her— ‘Yes! Go ahead, because why not right?’ And her reaction was actually SO cute—“

Noticing that Sae was only half paying attention to you, you frown while crossing your arms on your chest. You see, you have this cute habit of pursing your lips—all the time— every time you stress certain syllables. During those times, he can’t help but get distracted by your beautiful plump lips.

“ - You’re not listening.” You scold him.

“ - I am.” He says innocently, like he didn’t do anything. He was still glancing at your lips!

“ - No! You’re not fully paying attention to me. You keep looking at my lips!”

“ - So technically I am paying attention to you, right?”

You roll your eyes at him. He really knows how to get on your nerves sometimes.

“ - Stop playing with word! You know what I meant.”

“ - I love looking at your lips. They’re cute. You’re cute. You really do have all my attention. It’s just devided equally.”

“ - You’re insufferable…” You shake your head.

“ - C’mon tell me what happens next.” He chuckles lightly as you sigh softly, in defeat.

“ - Don’t wanna.” You involuntarily purse your lips again.

“ - …Are you trying to seduce me?” He says raising one of his eyebrow a faint smile showing up on his lips.

“ - I’m not. Otherwise I would have shown you my ass instead.”

“ - Getting bold aren’t we?”

“- Shut it.”

✮ The way you say his name when you’re excited about something, is always endearing to him. He can’t help but to take you in his arms and plant a kiss on top of your head.

✮ Seeing your cheeks full of food, makes it go all soft inside. He doesn’t even know why— wait, in fact, yes of course he knows, but explaining it is hard. It’s just— seeing you enjoying yourself and eating so enthusiastically makes him happy. And the little dance you make when the food is really good, really triggers his cute aggression. So he can’t resist the sudden urge to pinch your cheeks.

✮ Most of the time, you’re like a cat with him. When you two are cuddling on the couch, you always nuzzle against him, hiding your head in the crook of his neck. And till this day, he swears he heard you purr once— and yes that’s totally absurd, he’s aware, but he’ll never admit it. Because now, he can use that as an excuse to lie between your thighs and rest his head on your chest, pretending that he’s waiting for you to purr while secretly listening to your heartbeat.

✮ Some times, you just existing, can trigger his cute agression. You drinking water? He gets the urge to kiss you. You, sitting there all pretty watching TV? He just has to ruffle your hair. When you’re getting all shy from his compliments, while your ears, cheeks and nose turn a soft pink? He can never resist the urge to bite you all over. Controlling himself around you becomes harder and harder.

✮ He’s so into you that sometimes he thinks about just devouring you. It always sparks a flame of burning passion inside him. A flame so bright and so hot, that it’s hard to control. Yet, when you look at him and call his name with that genuine smile of yours, it’s enough to calm the raging storm of feelings inside of him. In those moments, he always gives in to the strongest feeling.

“ - Sae!”

“ - Hey. How—”

You jump into his arms, hugging him, as soon as he enters the lockers room. He just finished his training session. He was the only one left actually. All his teammates were already gone by now. But he knew when, and at what time you’d drop by to greet him, so he waited for you while practicing his shots a bit longer.

“ - I haven’t showered yet, I’m sweaty.” You two usually shower together in one of the shower stalls. Sae loves seeing you all shy when he asks you to join with him. It never takes long for the room to get all steamy. Yet today, there’s something different in the way you hold him, making his heart beat faster.

“ - Yeah I know, but I missed you. Plus you didn’t wake me up today, so I couldn’t see you off.” You lift your head toward him, resting your chin on his chest, lips pursed. He chuckles quietly, softly brushing a finger on your cheek.

“ - You were tired. I wanted to let you sleep a bit longer.”

You hold him tighter, gazing directly into his eyes.

“ - Are you gonna let me go?” He opens his arms hinting that you should let him go. You smell so nice, and you’re so soft… he didn’t want to get you all dirty with his sweat.

“ - Not yet… I kinda want to hold you forever right now.”

“ - Ah… Look what you’re doing to me.”

Sae drops his sport bag on the ground and wraps his arms around you, caging you in a heartwarming hug. In this hug, you can feel every single emotion that he has for you. They are pouring out endlessly through his embrace.

“ - I love you… I love you so much Y/n.”

Smiling from ear to ear, you squeeze him tighter, resting your head on his chest. You can now hear his heartbeat hammering inside of him, but you can also, definitely feel your own heartbeat pounding in sync with his.

“ - I love you too Sae.”

[saetiate]

"he does love you, you know."

you tell rin this one night, a family dinner half laid out on the table.

you knew, somehow, when you met rin half a year ago, much earlier in you and sae's relationship. you know because you have it, too. that addiction to sae's validation. but you also know how he holds back his words so only himself and the dead can hear.

"he thinks you're good at what you do." you think that might matter to him more, with the way it seems to run his life. "he just doesn't say it because he thinks it's obvious, because he thinks you already know."

rin turns away. "it doesn't mean anything, coming from you."

"i know." you do know, that nothing is sweeter than sae's own words, his attention on you. "but i wanted to tell you anyways. want to give you something, even if it's not the same. even if it wouldn't be enough."

"you make him look." it's said sharply, with a twinge of envy, but you don't react. he almost wants to put his hand against your throat.

it's a realization, fast and hot like the cutting edge of a sword. he approaches you, hands on either side of you against the kitchen counter. maybe that'll do it. maybe that will-

"rin."

sae's voice rings clear as a bell as he enters the kitchen. "what are you doing?"

rin's eyes flit between yours, then to sae's. he pushes himself off the counter.

"i was just asking rin to help me find something," you smile sweetly towards sae, voice airy and easy. "i was having a brain blank, forgot where the whisk was. he was trying to tell me it was in the drawer behind me the whole time." you wave your hand, reaching for the utensil. "i think i annoyed him. you guys are pretty similar in that regard, huh?"

sae's silence is nothing if not frightening. he only interrupts it when he looms over you, squeezing your shoulder.

"yeah." he pushes you gently towards the dining room. "why don't you go sit down. i'll take over from here."

[twijaxx]

Sae loves! taking you on late night drives, u two just going wild in his expensive ahh mustang or audi R8 (yess im specific on which audi) or even lamborghini if he is feeling really risky tonight.

Windows rolled down, music blasting, ohh! talking ab music, lately you been obsessed with spanish songs, listening to them any chance you have, lip singing if you’re feeling like it, not even understanding one word they say. But Sae knows, ohhh boy he knows, and seeing you lip singing and even dancing to those songs turn him on sooo much :3

The second you two are done with your late night drive he don’t even bother getting to the house, he just fuck you in (even ON if he is feeling really freaky) his car. Opss his car need to be washed AGAIN ;>

Tags: @happytiktokemoji @laiko2real @anonymous-femnesslover

chat i’m OBSESSED with Spanish songs lately DONT GET ME STARTED, Nena Moxita? BANGER! TKN? OH BOY!! Vidrado Em Você?? OMFG BROOOOO