#sub itoshi sae

[rintoki]

sub!itoshi sae

ahhhhhhh sae being clueless about everything outside of football. his shitty personality guarantees he’s got zero friends too other than shidou probably. he doesn’t understand the concept of “flirting for fun”, or why you keep doing it to him. it must be because you like him right?

and he definitely doesn’t understand why you laugh when he confronts you about it, convinced that you hold romantic feelings for him. the football prodigy only barely grasping what you mean when you say your interest in him isn’t romantic at all, the hunger in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know.

sae conceals his nerves well enough; he’d be damned if he lets you sniff out his unease. his pride refuses to let him chicken out of this, challenging you actually make a move instead of this endless back and forth. he isn’t exactly sure what he’s getting himself into, but surely it can’t be anything he can’t handle, right?

wrong. for someone so cold and serious all the time he sure makes the most pathetic fucking face as he begs to cum. so arrogant and condescending when it comes to football, but the cutest whimpers escape his trembling lips as you pump his swollen cock; so agonisingly slow he thinks he’s gonna burst.

for all his composure on the field, it crumbles so easily as you suck yet another mark onto his milky thighs, whining as you start to get lower, and lower—until it’d be hard to hide with his jersey shorts.

you tell sae how badly you wanna finger his cute little hole, and he nearly creams. why does it feel so fucking good? he can’t understand. his senses are overwhelmed, the thought of feeling your warm fingers prodding and pushing inside him, touching him in places no one else has—it sends him over the edge. his back arched so tightly you fear he might get a cramp, the muscles of his thighs rippling beneath the skin as cum spurts from his slit, dribbling down your hand. he was doesn’t register the endless moans falling from his lips, nor the tears dotting his lash line, his face flushed as red as his hair.

“this, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” the words barely choked out past his breathy whines.

“how what’s supposed to be?” his cum feels sticky on your fingers, “open your mouth.”

never in a million years did sae think that he would ever obey such a demand so willingly, let alone allow for your cum-covered fingers to be shoved into his waiting mouth. neither could he explain just why, he began sucking so naturally, so earnestly like it was the only proper response.

he blamed it on post orgasm confusion, he isn’t thinking straight. he definitely doesn’t like the weight of your fingers on his tongue, pressing down as he licks up every last drop. he definitely doesn’t like when you push further in, the fullness in his throat makes it hard to breathe and he definitely isn’t getting aroused again because of the feeling.

and his cock twitching as he watches you pull your hand from his mouth, a string of saliva still connecting them before bringing it to your own lips, licking your fingers clean of his spit, was definitely just a normal reaction.

“i’m supposed t-to be—,”

“supposed to be what? on top? in control?” you barely let him breathe a sentence before cutting him off. “you can go do that shit with other people, sae, but that’s not how i play. besides,”

you pick your things as you make your way to the door, turning to face the red-haired man, “you seem to enjoy submitting well enough, you looked so natural doing it.” leaving behind a mess of a man as sae tries to come to terms with just how much he enjoyed the past hour.

[hellsslibrary]

Sae + feminization and breeding kink please I need it

You can make him an omega too if you want

"Come on, dude. Skirts were originally made for men, they rock them way better than girls..."

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : THIS WAS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN. If anything, for the script I took that extra scene where they assumed Sae was a crossdresser, but if he really was and that makeup bag wasn't from Aiku's ex, yeah. So you can imagine that picture of Sae.

!!Warnings: crossdressing, light feminization, breeding kink (obviously), top!reader, bottom!Sae, no dom/sub boundaries, but Sae is a little more dominant if you choose (sorry, power bottom Sae world domination), praise and worship, riding, thoughts about what Sae would be like if he were a girl, but they're not serious, at the end Sae puts lipstick on your lips because I thought it was cute.

The soft rustle of the sheets, Sae's almost inaudible sighs, your moans, the slight groaning of the bed and the slapping of bodies against each other echoed in the large bedroom. Your eyes were fixed on Sae's calm and contented face as he slowly rode your cock.

His damn long eyelashes were even more visible because of the mascara on them, his lips were tinted with cute pink lipstick, and his cheeks were blushing not only from your actions with him. There were gold earrings in his ears, as well as a small necklace around his neck. On his torso was your shirt, which was not buttoned up, and on his hips was a regular pleated skirt and fuck... It was the hottest view in the world.

"So... What were you angry about when you came?" you ask, breaking out of your thoughts about admiring the perfect man on your cock, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you.

"I'm not angry, just a little disappointed. This infantile striker from the U-20 was rummaging through my bag... Found makeup there," Sae says evenly, interrupted by a light sigh from his lips as your hips slightly moved up during his bouncing. "They put it down to the fact that I have a girlfriend or something. It doesn't matter, don't think about it."

"You? A girlfriend? Funny..." you giggle, squeezing his waist tighter, which is why he started pushing on your shaft a little harder, pressing his hips on you. "When you reveal our relationship, it's obviously... Will make them disappointed? What should people think in such a situation? I don't know."

"I'm telling you, don't think about it. Even if they thought it was mine, it doesn't matter at all," Sae shakes his head at your thoughts, tightening his grip on your chest, leaving red marks from his nails there.

"Mmm, what do you think you would look like if you were a girl? Well, I mean, your breasts... I think it would be small, it would suit you. Maybe A-cup? Maximum B-cup..?"

"Idiot, what are you thinking about? If I were a girl, nothing would have changed... You just wouldn't get out of my cunt," the midfielder whispers, frowning slightly, moving his hips in a circular motion and then shrugging his shoulders. "But I think so. Small breasts sound logical. You are gay, why are you having such thoughts?"

"I don't know... You'd be such a queen... You're still the queen, though," you chuckle, lightly pressing on Sae's lower back, making him arch back, admiring his slender but muscular curves.

He just raises an eyebrow at these words, but doesn't pay attention to them, closing his eyes again and just focusing on how your cock feels inside him.

But your eyes didn't close for a second. How could they when a literal deity was riding your dick? Exactly, no way. You tried to absorb his every reaction, the way his breathing hitches, the way his hips twitch, the way his eyelashes flutter, the way he bites his lip to hide his moans, all of it.

You would literally worship this body without ceasing, if it were physically possible, of course. He would kiss every inch of you, come up with the most original and romantic epithets just for him, just for the beautiful man in front of you.

"Sae?"you ask carefully, looking at him, and his only reaction is to mumble. "You like it when I'm in your bussy, right?"

Sae's eyes immediately open and he stops his movements, looking at you with such a disapproving look that even your cock inside Sae moves from humiliation... Or something else.

"What is it... Bussy?" He's asking, even though he clearly doesn't want to know the answer to that question, judging by your face, which is red with shame and obvious excitement.

"Pussy. Man's. Like a boy plus a pussy and you get a bussy..."

Sae just blinks slowly at your explanation, and then sighs as expected. After all, what did he expect from you? And he resumes his movements, making you whimper softly at the feeling of him squeezing around you.

"Yes, I like it," he whispers confidently, flicking your nipple, which makes you blush even more, but you're clearly smiling contentedly, and then you raise yourself up on your elbows and kiss him.

The elder Itoshi just sighs, but puts his hands on your shoulders, responding with a kiss, which is why most of you have to push into him obviously not rhythmically, given the not particularly comfortable position, but it doesn't matter. The way his lips slide against yours and you feel the faint taste of chocolate from his lipstick, the way he moaned softly into your mouth was enough.

He pulls away first when he notices that you're whimpering from lack of movement and gently pushes you back onto the pillows, eyeing you. A barely visible smile suddenly appears on his face, only the corners of his lips turn up.

"Sae, why are you smiling, hmm?" you ask, rubbing his sides, thinking maybe he's amused by your impatience or something, but the next second he grabs your chin, grabbing something from the bedside table and opening it.

"You look good with my lipstick," he whispers, carefully smearing the lipstick on your slightly moist, pouty lips, and then pulling away, slowly running his thumb along the edge of your lips, where his own lipstick smeared after the kiss. "You also obviously enjoyed the taste, no?"

"If you were on my face, it would be even better... Mmm!" escapes your lips, but Sae just snorts and kisses you again, grabbing your chest and slightly accelerating his hips, swallowing your moans with pleasure.

"You're going to be an even better boy and make me cum, and I'll think about it, okay?" Sae asks, whispering it into your lips, narrowing his gaze when he looks at your lust-clouded eyes, and after your quick nod, he just kisses you gently on the cheek.

[mysicklove]

spoiled brats have got to be one of my favorite subs. the ones that are put on a pedistool, and who bitch and whine about everything. only thinking about their own pleasure, soley on themselves during this time. the ones who have a soft dom that spoil them rotten, are so used this treatment that they dont even bat an eye, which only fuels them to get worse and worse. the brats who are treated as princess, their body worshipped, and constantly receiving praise. cause they are so pretty, and they do deserve the best treatment, so you dont mind indulging them just a little bit <3

Levi Ackerman, Obanai Iguro, Rin Itoshi, Shoto Todoroki, Hyoma Chigiri, Megumi Fushigiro, Sae Itoshi, Tomura Shigaraki, Douma

[alanschiffer17]

[narcissistshandler]

I don't know if you do request cause i'm just new to your acc but i love it already but back to the request, if you do take request can you do sae who's acting like a brat so the reader give him a punishment by not getting to come at all ;) i know it sounds weird idk.

If you don't do request feel free to ignore this! Also have a great day!

𝙍𝙐𝘿𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙏

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. gn!reader x sae itoshi

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. bottom!sae, sex toys, orgasm denial

✧ 𝖠/𝖭. nothing weird anon, we love punishment around here (and I love sae). I don't know what's going on that every time I review this I see the same mistakes I already corrected, I'll go through it again as soon as I can but right now I'm on the bus and my cell phone is running out of battery

Your boyfriend had many flaws, you knew it even before you entered into a relationship and among those the biggest one was his sassy mouth and your biggest flaw was your lack of patience about it.

Sae wasn't stupid, he was aware of what he said and how he said it and especially, he knew how to push your buttons. He seemed to be constantly testing you, pulling on the rope to see how much it would stretch before it broke. This time, it barely lasted a day.

You couldn't find a coherent part of your mind when that crack sounded, ticking through your mind like a bomb about to explode. Sae's eyes didn't even widen when you climbed on top of him on the bed and without a word began to undress him, on the contrary, there was a curve in his lips. Damn proud of his accomplishment.

Laughter rose in your chest, sounding through your labored breaths. On all fours on the bed, with the face in the pillow, hips shaking in the air and making the filthiest sounds, Sae's pride was nowhere to be found. It started to be shattered when you placed that ring at the base of his small cock and started taking your time with him, first relaxing his hole with your tongue, then stretching it around four of your fingers.

"You're just a slut who needs to get his ass full to shut up, hm?" you provoked, slipping a small, as thin as your finger pink vibrator into him. It shouldn't hurt at all, yet Sae let out a slurred whimper as his whole body shook as if he had been shocked.

The sound was like music to your ears.

Your hands came up to grip his lean hips, helping him keep them aloft as pleasure coursed through his body. The denial of another orgasm lasted for what felt like hours, leaving Sae sweaty and shaking and the relaxed hole barely tightening around what should have felt like dozens of toys under your gaze. It was only five, but you would get there occasionally.

"H-how many... How many more?" Sae strangled, the nearly ineligible words pressed against the pillow, his knuckles pale where they clenched the fabric.

You hummed in the back of your throat, taking your hands away from Sae as your attention returned to the toy box on the bed. You still had so many options...

"One more," you replied, this time choosing a round purple dildo.

"Just one more?" Sae sounded damn naive, all the previous brat attitude gone. But you knew him very well, you knew he only became a sweet little thing so you let him come as soon as possible.

"Yes," you agreed, a smile Sae couldn't see on your lips.

Sitting back on your heels you lubricated the dildo, although a huge amount of lube still came out of Sae. He hated it, which was exactly why you did your best to leave an increasing mess on him. The dildo pressed against the other toys, jostling them for space. Rae whimpered, you having to grip his hips with your free hand to keep him still.

"Stop moving," you ordered, pressing the dildo inward. Sae's well-stretched hole slowly widened under your attention, making room for the new intrusion.

As soon as the purple toy joined the other colorful dildos and vibrators Sae's feet sank into the mattress, pushing himself away from you until he fell onto the bed with heavy breathing and what should have been curses being hurled at you. Your own breathing was labored, your skin hot under the clothes while watching the pleasure tighten Sae's thighs as he rubbed against the sheets.

You wanted to break him, you wanted to break that smart mouth of his.

One of your hands pressed the six toys deeper into him, as if to help him reach that peak, appreciating the discordant vibrations at different speeds and strengths, the symphony of pleasure, torture and denial that suited your brat boyfriend perfectly. Sae moaned and hummed, rocking against the sheets and against your hand, sweat glistening on his skin.

Then he stopped, shuddering and making a sound like a wounded animal as the orgasm was once again cut short by the silicone squeezing tightly around the base of his cock.

You laughed, your free hand pulling on Sae's tight balls to help stave off that 'just a little more' taste even further, after all, it wouldn't do any good if he had a dry orgasm.

"You..." Sae murmured, his voice hoarse and broken. He turned his head, letting you see the tears on his cheeks and the anger in his eyes. "That hurts, you bastard," he spat, furious , that attitude returning as if a switch had been turned. "I..."

You cut him off with a slap on his ass that echoed throughout the room. Sae looked at you as if you had personally offended him, shocked, angry and deep down, excited. "Silence."

Feigning a disappointed sigh, which actually concealed sadistic amusement, your focus turned to the toy box. Sae followed your gaze.

"It was just one more. You... you promised."

The more Sae responded or cursed you the better, it meant you had even more reason to keep using his body until you get tired.

"I did no such thing," you said, choosing a silver bullet dildo. "And I recommend you keep your mouth shut if you want to come today."

Sae's brow furrowed, mouth opening and closing, seeming to consider whether or not it was worth teasing you further. In the end, he closed his mouth, and you really wanted to see how long the silence lasted this time. You forced the dildo into him and delighted in the convulsion of the red edge stretched to its limit, your hands rubbing his taut thighs.

You wanted even more, wanted to have him crying and begging beneath you, a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.

[dilucs-princess]

hey princess, i've got a quick idea i want to send before i head off for the night.

with what you said about sae, rin and reader yesterday, think of the reader and sae meeting for a first date where the reader spikes sae's drinks or food, and when sae realizes it and tries to get home safely, he luckily runs into rin nearby. sae is too dizzy and too close to unconsciousness to ask rin why he's in the area, just grateful that he can help him get home safely. but when they're inside the house, reader just walks in like the house belongs to them and rin, who planned it all with them, lets them have their fun with his brother before it's his turn

- 🦥

Oh yes. You and Rin had planned this for weeks. He felt too guilty to drug his brother so he asked you to do it for him, providing you with the drugs ofc <3

Ofc you put aphrodisiacs in his drink too so he can't deny the pleasure you and Rinnie give him <3

Rin tells you what to do the whole time you rape his brother, asking you to be gentle with him, to try and jot hurt or ruin him too much! You just roll your eyes but do as you're told as you force Sae to eat you out. Sae is too out if it, giggling on a high and too pussydrunk to do anything about it, just sloppily sliding his tongue around your cunt.

Rin grins as you orgasm, gently pushing you away to kiss his brother desperately, rubbing at Sae' neglected cock. Sae knows somewhere that this is is little brother Nd it shouldn't happen, pushing him away very gently. But you grab Sae's wrists as Rin starts to prep him.

Sae can only cry as his baby brother forces himself into him <3

[ilovealexisness]

I NEED to say that I absolutely love the way you write!! Also, could I please request Sae worshipping reader so much in private he has no shame <3

Ty for the ask !! I hate and love Sae,, but he's so pretty 😩😩😩 ALSO GOKURAKUGAI PFP!!!! LETS KISS!!!

Contains: gn reader, worshipping, fluffy!!,

Not proofread I'm lazy

Ugghh just imagine Sae kissing you all over. He'll kiss every part that he can get to<3

You are laying on Sae's bed, he invited you over so that you two could have some alone time together. He loves you so much that he's willing to throw his pride out the window just to worship you. He kisses your legs, your tummy, your collarbone and neck, he kisses everything that he can see and touch. He would definitely try to grind on you while he worships too.<3 grr I just know he throbs in his boxers while he worships you like the good doggy he is♡

IM SORRY THIS IS SHORT AAAAAAAA I ALSO LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SM <3

[watermelaa]

what's this manga even all about 😭😭

[moonrise0111]

Going to see blue lock episode Nagi!

[queenofallimagines]

now what if I wrote a Sae itoshi x black reader hurt and comfort smut fic??? What then??🤨

[mybelovedvi]

sniper sniper sniper... bllk + hq.

“the world wants to know! what do you do? how’d you two meet?”

headcanons about blue lock + haikyuu men and their wags! ib @/wttcsms ‘s post. feat. aiku oliver, yukimiya kenyu, itoshi sae, suna rintarou, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime. notes. f!reader, sfw. ik iwa isn’t an athlete post timeskip so he's the wag. holiday boredom is getting to me wc. 3k ish (500 words each)

aiku oliver and the striker!

growing up with oliver as your next door neighbour meant you two were practically joined by the hip- walks to school, lunch in the courtyard, movie nights, and most importantly, soccer practice. not that you played on the same team despite literally crying and pleading to the coaches, because apparently mixed teams in primary school wasn't an option? still, you shared the dream of becoming the best striker in the world, and pushed each other, both physically and mentally, to work daily towards that goal... until his coach tainted his dream with the philosophy of "playing for others." "they're stupid, don't listen to them," you'd told him, yet you could tell the words effected him more than he'd like to admit. in spite of the adults around him, he worked toward a new goal: to become the best defender in the world. the drastic change threw you for a loop originally, but chose to roll with it. turns out this was perfect, because now you've got someone who, after years and years of experience, can keep up with your offensive playstyle and really challenge you every time you had the ball, and somehow you both progressed faster than ever. the day you got drafted for the women's u20's team as their starting forward was the day oliver confessed his feelings for you, saying you are a 'true striker' and vowed to stay by your side, both on and off the pitch, and will do whatever it takes to ensure you get to the international stage.

at his games... named the power couple that dominates japanese soccer, there is a lot of media coverage when you're at oliver's games, and vice versa. you try to make all of his games, you really do, but sometimes it's just not possible with your packed schedule. although, your overseas trips are ten times more fun because the men and women's teams usually play foreign teams at the same time. on your off days, you'd sightsee, spend some time at the beach, try out way too fancy restaurants and splurge on way too expensive gelato. on his game days, you'd workout together in the morning and head to his training where you'll watch from the sidelines, sometimes even engage with the players and help with whatever they need. you're basically part of the team at this point- being oliver's girl helped, but mostly because you're one of the most respected players in the jfl. sendou was your favourite, as you were his (but he told you to not tell aiku), and the rest of the members are very protective of you, you're basically their mascot at this point. during the game you sit with coach and the subs, eyes trained on the captain as he heads another ball flying towards the goal. when they win, he ignores his screaming teammates trying to pile on top of each other, and make a beeline for where you're standing, tears now welling in your eyes with a smile so wide your cheeks start to hurt after a minute.

yukimiya kenyu and the photographer!

the first time you met was when he signed with the agency you were doing your photography internship at. both of you, bright eyed bushy tailed eighteen year olds were left in a room together, not saying a word (awkward!) while your mentor stepped out to grab some supplies. he was there for some professional headshots, and the entire session was filled with uhm’s and dry coughs and stolen glances. now that you're in your twenties and so much more comfortable with each other (you'd hope so, since he sealed the deal months ago), it's a memory you like to revisit from time to time and have a giggle at. while your husband is typically more reserved, still playful and charismatic but reserved nonetheless, you were more on the outgoing side. like a ray of sunshine, you tend to light up whichever room you enter with a smile on your face. that's one of his favourite traits about you- you've been a constant in his life these past couple of years and he's not sure where he'd be without your support. your relationship is picture-perfect, both his soccer and modelling careers are thriving, with brand deals left and right and plenty of opportunities to travel, and you get to go with him. your photography portfolio is filled with hundreds of shots of not only pieces seen in fashion magazines, but also stills of in-game action, courtesy to kenyu's coach allowing you to sit with the team, then later hiring you as their full time photographer. your photography-centric instagram account has almost half a million followers, since you post exclusive shots taken right in front of the pitch, and occasionally, pics of candlelit dinners or a dim bartop with your hands intertwined in the corner.

at his games... you're busy clicking away! you're decked out in his team's merch- ribbons in your hair, his jersey number painted on your face. you've got your camera set up ahead of time, while kenyu and his team were warming up, and you managed to get some cute shots of their team huddle before the whistle. sometimes you wish you could be in the stands, completely focused on cheering on kenyu's team, but you've still got a job to do. although you know jackshit about soccer overall, seeing the entire pitch through your camera lens almost lets you experience what the players are feeling in that moment, especially when the entire arena erupts in a wave of hollers and screams for a goal. during halftime, you're able to sit with your husband, dab his neck with a towel while he gulps down the lemon-infused water you brought specially for him, and whisper sweet nothings in his ear while he mentally prepares for the second half of the match. fans 'ooh' and 'aww' when you give him a peck on the lips before he runs on, waving to show off the lucky bracelet you gave him, and you have to turn away to hide your burning face.

itoshi sae and the childhood sweetheart!

i can’t imagine sae ending up with anyone that hasn’t been in his life from an early age, or at least from before he went to spain. since you were young, your parents (and his) had always assumed you'd end up with one of the itoshi brothers because you were so close with them, and since sae left for spain they thought rin was the only option. well, they thought wrong, as you and sae kept in contact throughout his time with re al, where you were honestly his only grounding factor amongst all the chaos. when he landed in japan, his first stop was to your apartment, where he asked to make you two official. your relationship was completely secret for a while, before you accidentally revealed to his teammates that you two have been together for nearly half a decade. he says it's because your relationship is nobody's business, but in reality, he just didn't want to share you with the prying eyes of the world. it's been a mystery to those around you how you managed to lure(?) the cold, blunt, serious itoshi sae into a romantic relationship with you, and truthfully, you didn't know yourself. he can be arrogant and seem to care about nothing aside from soccer, sure, but to you he'll forever be the little boy who had a dream and scoffed whenever he got "loser" on an icy pole stick; and you were just a decent human being who sent him digital hugs gifs when he was thousands of kilometers away from home, doing what he loved. on your private instagram for family and friends, you'd post pictures of you two, whether you went to a concert, the beach, or overseas. sae likes them all, he's also always the first to view your stories, likes those too, and makes sure to comment a heart on every single one.

at his games... you sit in the vip section, but more towards the back. you're not overly loud, only cheering and whooping with the rest of the crowd at a goal or an staggering play. when the winning goal is scored, thanks to a straight pass by sae, you don't wait for the roaring crowd to settle before you're sprinting down the stairs to wait for him in the athlete's only area. his teammates file in, nodding or giving you a side hug as hellos, until finally sae strolls in with his hands in pockets. without a word he pulls you straight in for a kiss, your teeth clashing and tugging on each others bottom lips. what you two don't realise is that, as you started devouring each others faces, the door was not yet closed, and your kiss was perfectly captured by a sneaky cameraman around the corner. by the next morning, articles about the "mystery girlfriend of japan's number one midfielder itoshi sae" are plastered all over social media, you came across a couple tiktok edits of your kiss too. "well, that's that," sae shrugs and chucks your phone to the foot of your bed before pulling you into his chest, planting a kiss on top your head. "go back to sleep,"

suna rintarou and the model!

you’d seen the ejp player on your socials many many times, but never had the privilege of meeting in person until both your managers decided fake dating for publicity would be a great idea. a hotshot volleyballer and this fashion season’s newest bombshell? people will go nuts. and they were absolutely right, because as soon as you posted a picture sitting in a luxurious red passenger seat, with a ring-clad, veiny hand on the gearshift that’s just within frame, comments and retweets rolled in like a new moon’s tide. after beating around the bush for a while, photos surfaced of you and rin strolling around a farmer’s market, iced coffees in hand. the gossip account’s carousel screamed domesticity and coquettish and you two just looked so comfortable with each other. your red carpet debut was just a month later, after one of the runway shows you opened. with a hand low and snug on your waist and a lazy yet content grin, rin stayed by your side the whole night. overall, everything is going fine and dandy, your only concern being the line between fake and real becoming increasingly blurred as time goes by. rin’s naturally flirtatious personality combined with your ability to overthink anything possible has got you wondering whether his charming compliments, lingering touches, late night calls, and raw protectiveness from outside criticism is his way of communicating his genuine love care for you.

at his games... you serve a off-duty model look, usually with jeans and a lush jacket, though it depends on the season. you’re an eye catcher in the crowd, with the stadium lights reflecting off your necklaces and bracelets and sunnies- you’re just shiny. you look absolutely perfect, not a single hair out of place and never caught off guard by the camera whilst either munching on some snacks you brought, or yawning behind your hand during their breaks. being such a high profile celebrity, though, presence at rin’s games can be a hassle because people want to take pictures with you, ask you for autographs or pull you aside for an interview with the sports channel. you politely decline every time, cutting to the chase and saying “i’m sorry, my boyfriend’s expecting me in the stands when the whistle blows,” and smoothly slipping past the mass gathered around you. when rin scans the crowd for you face and eventually see you sitting front and centre with a content expression and hands clasped together in your lap, he can’t help but send a lopsided grin your way, followed with a wink, which sends the young girls around you squealing to their friends. you can’t help but laugh, giving him then the jumbotron a wave, as your face, your name and the recent brand you paired with are shown on the big screen.

miya atsumu and the phd student!

i’m running with the “athlete bf x academic gf” trope here. i imagine you two met in university, when you shared a class that was way too boring for tsumu’s short attention span. so what does he choose to do? bounce his legs up and down like anyone would. and he would’ve kept going for the entire 90-minute lecture had you not turned around in your seat and sent him a glare for shaking the floor and the back of your seat. he probably never bounced his legs ever again afterwards because “a pretty girl glared at me to stop, so of course i have to comply!” by some miracle (that’s what you think anyway, not knowing atsumu’s deliberate actions), he ended up sitting behind you every lecture for the rest of the year. and at some point, he started frequenting the cute cafe on campus you part-time at, trying to rizz you up every time it was his turn to order. what started off with a “ugh! fine, i’ll go out with you, only so you’ll quit askin’!” ended with you moving into his shared flat with samu and sunarin not even three months later. whilst tsumu beelined for the v league after graduation, you headed on to do multiple postgrad years, publishing quite a few research articles on the way, and he couldn’t be more proud to have a girlfriend (soon to be wife) who’s the designated critical thinker in the relationship.

at his games... you sport one of his jersey plus face painted with his number, of course! although you don’t have a big online presence, your face is plastered all over tsumu’s instagram and tiktok. that, on top of being sat in the vip section means the jumbotron pans to you occasionally, you giving a light smile and wave each time. if you’re feeling bold, you’d send a wink towards tsumu, and whether he’d be on the court or resting with his water bottle, he’d send you one back without fail because his eyes are constantly on you. during the plays you’re loud and high spirited, your energy infecting those sat around you as you all cheer for each point msby scores. when atsumu goes to serve, knowing he likes totally silence in the arena, you tend sharply shush the people chatting next to you, and it’s definitely gotten you quite a few dirty looks over the years but who cares? of course, atsumu’s favourite way to celebrate is spending time with you. it warms him knowing at the end of each game you’ll be waiting by the gymnasium doors, arms wide open whether they won or lost.

iwaizumi hajime (the wag) and the softballer!

since softball is one of the most popular sports in japan (by association tbh), your games typically get a lot of media coverage, and that's how iwaizumi hajime learnt who you were. he never expected to actually meet you in person, until one day he saw you in the gym where he frequents, and after literally weeks of countless double takes, he finally had the courage to speak to you. did he know a lot about softball? no, you thought it was funny how he misused words like gas and bunt, but you found his flustered stuttering so cute that you couldn't help but accept his offer to a date. turns out you two had a lot in common, aside from the tough exterior and doberman-like personalities, and soon enough your relationship revolved around outdoorsy and adrenaline seeking activities, but also a lot of late nights and reassurances and at-home physio by the best athletic trainer. the teams hajime's in charge of love you, of course knowing your capabilities as an athlete, but also because you're just a down to earth, well spoken person who's never afraid to give hajime a smack upside the head if he yells too often. neither of you post lots about your relationship online, opting to keep it more under wraps, but occasionally you'd upload a picture at a mountain top of the view and his back facing the camera. (ok so basically shohei and mamiko)

at your games... he sits right behind home plate, where he can see the entire field, where you know he'll be so you don't have to scan for him in the crowd. he's loud- cheering when you get a hit, yelling out curses when a runner's slide takes out your footing and sends you to the ground. during switches, he'd come down to the dugout and check you out for any aches or grazes you've got, and he'd stay until it's time for you to go on the field again. your team's used to his presence already, always scooching down the bench to make some space for him. after your matches, there are always posts on you two, whether it's from your teammates, friends or a random gossip account, gushing about how sweet you look sitting side by side- you in your sandy uniform, shirt untucked and unbuttoned, your hair falling out of its braid, and him in his black jeans and faded grey hoodie, your heads resting on one another.

[hellsslibrary]

i saw that you write smau and... reader sends nudes to the character? or vice versa, as you want, with bllk. do whoever you want I just want m reader yea

"Oh, photo from my beloved... Oh, THAT kind of photo".

#a.n. : DON'T ASK where I was. Our honeymoon with my husband dragged on too long, I literally managed to get sick, recover, then I had to take my husband to Greece, as he wanted, there my Internet decided not to work. In short, we lived luxuriously, and we had a great rest. I hope everything is just wonderful with you too! I will slowly return, because we are home, and I will start with something small, because I am passing out and I want to sleep. 🌻

Characters: Reo, Rin, Sae, Chigiri, Kaiser, Ness.

!!Warnings: top!male!reader, these conversations are VERY weird (especially with the Itoshi brothers), I wrote them without sleeping for four days, don't ask, they're kind of funny, so it's okay. The reader is simp (as you should), nude photos, teasing in this way, promise of something more, mention of sex toys (Reo), sex on a mat (Kaiser), Ness adores you too much, Chigiri teases you A LOT, joke about 'daddy Sae' in Sae's part (sorry), mention of pregnancy in Rin's part (sorry 0.2).

Parts: first (you're here), second, third(later, maybe more parts if you want).

Reo Mikage.

Sae Itoshi.

Rin Itoshi.

Chigiri Hyoma.

Michael Kaiser.

Alexis Ness.

[slutfactory]

thinking about spanking a bratty sub who can't keep his mouth shut.

“you had so much to say earlier. what's got you so quiet, hm?” you ask, giving his reddened ass a firm squeeze before slapping it harshly. he let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp at the impact, squirming under your hold—bent over your lap. the way he mewled softly as he pathetically tried to rut his cock against your leg was so cute. if only he was like this all the time. “this is what you wanted, right? to be put in your place..?”

through his quiet sobs and whimpers, he managed to choke out a ‘fuck you’, which earned him yet another spank. his back arched slightly as he cried out in agonized pleasure, whining quietly at the sting left from the impact. he instinctively bucked his hips into your lap, trying to chase an orgasm he didn't realize had been building inside him until now.

you would think he'd learn not to push your buttons after this, but no.

gojo satoru, getou suguru, sae itoshi, karasu tabito, tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, whoever you think fits this scenario.

[shotoh]

— in which they slowly find themselves enamored by the natural charms of their interviewer

feat. itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae

cw + tw. nothing much just fluff, fem!reader, interviewer/reporter!reader, aged-up!characters, characters are professional athletes and continue playing in their teams from the neo egoist league (except sae)

notes. first time posting blue lock so apologies if anyone’s ooc, either way i might make a follow-up of this (that might be more uh ya know) and/or add characters

ITOSHI RIN

the sound that follows the harsh slam of his locker is a frustrating sigh that has been simmering in rin’s chest since the end of today’s match. the match in which he had lost—and at the hands of isagi’s team which makes the defeat all the more bitter and disgusting on his tongue. it didn’t help that during the game, he was butting heads with his supposed teammate, shidou. once the coach had decided to sub the eccentric player in, their styles began mixing like oil and water. as a result, their win was swooped up from under them.

pxg has been called to host a post-sport interview to review the match with reporters, but rin couldn’t care less to participate. instead, he’s the very last person to leave the locker rooms. his duffle bag is slung over his shoulder, steps ambling down the hallway.

whether he wins or loses, rin never bothers to attend these post-game interviews. he doesn’t need to sit there and have brash reporters shoot the same questions at him, expecting him to “thank his coach and teammates,” “praise his opponents for a great game today,” and say he’ll “continue to work hard to win next time.” gross. he’d rather be caught dead than have any of those words leave his mouth.

as rin navigates through the hallways of the stadium, he’s hoping to be done with the day and think over the turn of events on his own. but when he rounds the corner, he crosses eyes with someone so obviously lost in the facility—a mistake which punishes him as you immediately approach him with doe, bewildered eyes.

“sorry, i don’t mean to bother you, but i was wondering where the conference for pxg was being held,” you ask. a pad of notes are cradled in your arms, pen clipped to the breast pocket of your blazer. it’s clear you’re another reporter.

before he can point you in the right direction to get you out of his hair, you squint. you’re taking a long, hard look at him until your face suddenly glows. “wait, you’re itoshi rin, the striker for pxg!” you practically blurt. with the volume of your voice, rin’s instincts take hold, and he’s pulling you away from the open space of the hallway.

“quiet. you want everyone to hear?” rin chastises.

“whoops. i got a little excited! i-i’ve been wanting to interview pxg’s top player and well…” you could say the opportunity presented itself, but rin makes it clear he’s not interested.

“if you’re here just to hear me mope over my loss, then go home,” the striker affirms to what he thinks will be the last of this exchange until you tug on the sleeve of his jersey before he starts walking away. turning his head back to glance at you, his brow quirks.

“no, of course not! i thought it was incredible how you were able to keep control of the ball from your opponents and even score the first two points of the game all by yourself!” you exclaim, face lifting as it’s teeming with admiration. surprisingly, he can’t help but be a bit amused by the determined expression etched over the perplexed look that was originally on your features.

you swipe your pen hanging off your pocket, prompting it open with a click of your thumb. “and i’m sure a lot of your fans would love to hear from you!”

the athlete cocks his head. “you’re acting like a fan yourself, miss reporter.”

you blink in surprise. the enthusiasm in your words tones down, but you fail to mask it completely. “what? no, i’m just here to get the exclusive on the best athletes of our country!” if your plan is to butter him up to get a word out of him, it may almost work. you send him another fawning look as if to say “can you blame me though?” and that stirs a low chuckle from his throat.

his face lowers until it’s slightly more leveled with your own, and from this angle, you’re amazed to find you can distinguish every distinct eyelash on his pretty face. and you’re even more enamored by the intense color of his teal eyes. at the proximity, however, your face bathes in the heat of the blood rushing to your cheeks. thankfully, the striker breaks eye contact in favor of taking the notepad from your arms, along with your pen which he uses to scribble something down.

“tell you what,” he says as he continues writing, “come to the next pxg match and i’ll give you an exclusive interview, right after i score at least four goals and decimate the other team.”

his declaration leaves you in awe, and your fascination persists when he hands your pen and pad back for you to see a ten digit number, followed by call my manager written next to it.

NAGI SEISHIRO

back when he was in school, nagi was never great at first impressions. and apparently that’s still the case even later on in his career as a professional striker.

he doesn’t even notice you enter the room as he’s preoccupied with tapping the controls for the first person shooter on his phone. as such, he’s woefully unprepared to hear the reluctant, but soft voice that vies for his attention.

“um, excuse me. if you don’t mind, i’d like to get started with the interview.”

taking a slow glimpse above his screen, he sees the refreshing sight of you—his interviewer—sitting across from him in your neat attire and a clipboard on your lap. surprised by the modest smile that greets him, he automatically straightens up and casts his phone to the side.

it’s a big contrast to what he was expecting. usually, scruffy men who claim they’re adept and knowledgeable in the sport would be shoving their mics in his face. when in reality those people are just washed up high school coaches or analysts who act all high and mighty by asking a bunch of nonsense questions. saying this and that about how they would have done it differently had they been in the game instead of him. regardless, they’re such a pain and nagi would rather be napping in his cloud mattress than go through another talk session with those wannabes. however, his encounter with you just might break this boring streak.

he rubs the back of his head sheepishly, playing off the crass first impression. “right. start whenever you want.”

once he gives you the go ahead, you flip through a few pages to your questions.

as time goes on, the sentiment nagi initially held about how the interview might have been a pain and a waste of his time in his already packed schedule begins to sway. throughout the inquiries, he finds himself fixated on you. like the flattering nude color touched up on your plush lips. or how you have a habit of playing with strands of your hair when contemplating on what question to ask next. or the cute laugh you let out that was pleasant to his ears when he gave a much more aloof answer than you were expecting.

well, he can’t change the fact that he doesn’t need to think much when it comes to football. that’s just how naturally talented he is—the sport is second nature to him. honestly, he’s a bit bummed out that he can’t give a competent interviewer like you better responses.

what catches the snowy haired striker slightly off-guard is your next topic of questions about his e-sport endorsements. he wasn’t expecting you to delve into his hobbies. most interviews always glossed over that area in favor of asking something along the lines of “what was going through your head when you made that winning goal,” to which he could only say he was too caught up in the moment to really convey the feelings into words.

but with this opportunity, nagi goes on a mild tangent about the new first person shooter he’s been playing. even if his tone sounds indifferent on the surface, you don’t miss the hidden enthusiasm under the brighter twinkle of his eyes. you giggle which makes nagi pause.

“did i say something weird?” he asks back. you swear you detect a tonal whine in his voice, another endearing trait you didn’t know a 190 cm striker could possess.

“no.. just find it cute how much you can talk about your favorite games like that.”

nagi can’t tell whether the grin on your pretty lips is there to tease him or that you find his boyish charms endearing. either way, his cheeks puff and that only serves to make him more adorable in your eyes.

“well don’t let me stop you! i’d like to hear more about what things interest you other than soccer.” the look on your face fascinates him. you’re not even looking at your clipboard anymore, but right at him. it’s the tell-tale sign of someone who genuinely wants to know him not as the star player of manshine city, but just as regular nagi seishiro. he’s not used to that sort of treatment and as a result, he can’t meet your eyes, not realizing he flushes a lovely shade of pink that reaches the tips of his ears.

nagi pouts, glancing down at his phone that’s been laying near his thigh, untouched for a record of what must be ages, but that honestly doesn’t feel long enough to him. “no fair… you’re just teasing me…” he murmurs, but his fingers are already itching to ask his manager if he can extend the interview to spend more time with you.

ITOSHI SAE

the first opportunity you get to interview the itoshi sae is unconventional, to say the least.

“excuse me! please let me through–!”

“miss, you can’t be here– hey!”

the setting is chaotic, to the point where sae can make out the commotion in the background as he’s walking toward his rest area with his manager and bodyguard following beside him. when he glimpses at what all the fuss is about, he witnesses security personnel wrangle with a stray reporter.

spotting the reddish haired athlete, you find an opportunity to call out to him. “itoshi sae, please, may i have a word with you?”

to your dismay, security persistently blocks your view of the midfielder. despite being obstructed by a pair of burly men almost twice your size, you give them more of a struggle as you thrash around, even reprimanding them to “keep their hands to themselves if they know what’s good for them.” sae can’t help but be amused. a part of him finds your efforts admirable—watching you scrunch up your uniform and crease your notes at just a chance to speak with him.

“mister itoshi is far too busy to entertain any more of you today. please make your way to the exit–”

“it’s fine,” sae interjects to everyone’s surprise—mostly to the utter astonishment of you and his manager. the latter’s eyes widen scrupulously before he cups his hand next to the pro athlete’s ear.

“sir, i believe we’ll be running late to your next scheduled event if you decide to do a last minute interview,” the manager warns warily. “besides, haven’t you talked to enough of the media today? i mean look at her, she doesn’t even seem worth your time–”

“push everything back thirty minutes if you have to.”

his manager gawks. “but..?!”

one side-eye of sae’s piercing ocean eyes is enough for the man to retract his statement and mumble his apologies. that said and done, the security guards withdraw to let you through. you’re astonished by how much the situation can flip with the cooperation of a renown professional.

sae’s staff lead you into his spacious break room, preparing a set of chairs and leaving glasses of water on the coffee table before you start. having already taken his seat, he watches you run your hands through the wrinkled material of your blouse and pencil skirt. after finally fixing your stray hairs in place, you sit in front of him in all your pristine as if the whole conflict from earlier never happened. he wants to give you another point for professionalism.

“once again, thank you so much for granting me the opportunity to speak to you today,” you beam, mocking his manager hovering in the background with your unbeknownst-to-sae sly little smile.

sae grins, charmed. you arrange your notes one last time before moving onto your questions.

during the interview, sae comes to know your professionalism isn’t merely for show. you’ve done your research, analyzed his plays—his techniques, and as a result, ask him the most intriguing inquiries he’s sure no reporters asked him before. and he’s had his fair share of interviews throughout his developing career as a child prodigy. it’s evident you weren’t planning to waste his time and he’s appreciative of that fact.

there’s also an air of zeal you possess that allures him. he can’t exactly pinpoint what it is. your ingenuity? your liveliness? either way, he can’t imagine this to be his last interaction with you, and he makes sure that won’t be the case.

at just a simple snap of his finger, his manager is at his side. you have to hold in a snicker at how the man scurries over to the midfielder like a dog.

the two exchange a few words you don’t catch, only deciphering the dumbfounded look on the manager’s face which clashes with the stoic expression on sae’s. whatever the conversation was about, the former knows it’s a losing battle. at his loss, he pulls out a lanyard from the compartment attached to his clipboard. he gives it to sae, who takes it and leans across the space between you two to place it in your awaiting hands, as if you already knew from the manager’s defeated mannerisms that it was meant to be yours.

“this is..?” you begin inquiring as you eye the card on the lanyard methodically.

sae beats you to your discovery of that answer. “an exclusive press pass, which you can use to reach out to me again following any matches i’ve played in.”

mouth hanging open, you switch back and forth between the pass and sae’s marine eyes which don’t hold a shred of doubt.

he puts it simply.

“i’d like to continue this interview with you again.”

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[narcissistshandler]

You don't have to take this if you don't want to but can I please ask for a yandere sae x brother reader

Where sae gets jealous and shows his brother who he belongs to

If you're uncomfortable with incest feel free to ignore

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘'𝗦 𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘

pairing. itoshi sae x male reader

warnings. yandere sae, step-incest, dubious consent, possessive and aggressive behavior, slight threat, younger brother!reader, amab!reader, dry humping, semi-public

a/n. you definitely can, thanks for the request ♡

You brought the glass to your mouth once more, the cold in contrast to the liquid that ran down your throat, burning all the way. You had already lost track of how many shots you had had, something you normally wouldn't do, but when you recognized the reddish-brown hair under the multicolored lights and the familiar green eyes scanning around stopped on you, you immediately knew you needed alcohol to deal with what was to come.

"What are you doing here?" It was the first thing Sae asked you, his tone rigid as if it were you who had walked into the bar and found him there and not the other way around.

You simply raised the glass in response, muscle in your jaw clicking in a attempt to contain your anger.

Sae had been impossible the last few days. Acting so strangely that he had even managed to shake up your relationship with Rin, who wasn't happy with how Sae seemed to think that since you were now once again single from a relationship that ended very quickly, too quickly, you should now be 'taken care'. Sae's care of course included you not leaving the house and spending every possible moment with him, which wasn't even viable.

"I thought I told you to stay home," he said, looking tall and imposing as he stood next to the bench you sat on. He reached out a hand and covered the glass to stop you from continuing to drink. "If you wanted to drink just tell me, we could do it. Alone. At home."

"Sae, I'm not your little dog to keep on a leash. If I want to go out I'll go out, if I want to drink I'll go and if I want to go on dates, guess what? I don't need your permission." The last words left your mouth just in time for a person to approach you from the other side.

"You-" Sae began, but stopped when he saw the new presence preparing to sit on the free bench next to you.

"Sorry it took so long, there was a huge line at the bathroom," they said, the bright smile on the lips that didn't fade even in the face of the hardness on Sae's pretty face. "And you are?"

Even with the alcohol coursing through your system and slowly rising to your head, you would be able to notice the change in the air under any situation. Sae's green eyes were poisonous, seeming to pierce through the soul of your mysterious encounter. He leaned in close, chest pressing against your shoulder in a movement that you initially thought was to assert superiority in that strange mania your older brother possessed, soon however, you noticed that he seemed to be trying to get a clear view of their faces under the neon lights of the bar.

A warning light triggered in your brain.

"Sae," you tried, not even sure what you were trying to avoid.

"Get out," Sae growled, teeth clenched.

"What?" They looked confused, the smile becoming weak and uncertain as they looked from you to Sae. "Who is this, [name]?"

"It’s none of your business who I am, get lost or or I'll make you do it myself," Sae spat out each word and you watched his knuckles turn white where he pressed them onto the glass cup in your hand.

"Sae," you repeated, your own voice hovering in that harsh tone of reprimand. Your free hand grabbed Sae's arm, trying to keep him under control in a purely instinctive action. You knew that anger shining in Sae's eyes well, you knew it was an anticipation of disaster.

Your night date however didn't know Sae and despite seeming pushed back by his words, they didn't seem as scared as you. "Why don't we go somewhere else, [name]?" they asked, standing up and reaching towards you. "Somewhere quieter-"

As everything always seemed to happen when Sae was involved, the situation quickly turned ugly and messy.

Even so close to your brother, feeling his chest rise and fall against your arm, you didn't react quickly enough to prevent him from pulling the glass from between your fingers and practically bending over your lap, slamming the object against the side of the head of your encounter. The glass shattered, alcohol and blood running down their pale faces.

A single blow was enough to make them stagger. The music pulsed, swallowing the chaos in its darkness and multicolored acid lights. Your reaction wasn't agile enough, arms grabbing Sae's waist and pulling him back and against you. He ended up sitting uncomfortably on your lap, one knee on your leg and the other foot resting on the floor. The bench under the combined weight creaked and shook, threatening to knock you both to the floor.

A commotion ensued, people slowly taking notice of the scene, screams and voices rising in the air. Soon the bar's bouncers approached to guide you and Sae out among the shaking, dancing bodies, but not before you saw your older brother's lips curled proudly as he saw the blood diluted with alcohol forming a puddle on the floor and the look of pure shock on their face.

"What the fuck, Sae?!" you exploded, pushing him against the dirty wall on the side of the bar you thought you could never go back to. "Are you crazy?!"

"This was all your fault," he said, calmly as he rubbed the red stain that melted into the pure white of his shirt. His eyes looked black, clouded with a darkness that made you tense. "And since I saved us from a problem, why don't you be more grateful and thank me?"

“You’re really crazy,” you stated.

"Maybe. But that's your fault too. I told you to stay home, where I could keep an eye on you, take care of you, keep filthy people like that from getting their hands on you. And what did you do, [name], uhm?"

You shook your head.

"Wait until Rin hears about this."

The choice of words seemed to be a trigger and Sae stepped towards you, graceful as a feline. "Rin, Rin, Rin, that's all you know how to say," he said, stopping so close to you that you could feel his uneven breathing. "What is it between you two? Are you fucking him? Or is he fucking you?"

You looked at Sae in disbelief and when all that confronted you back was sharp steel, anger bubbled in your chest. "What the fuck are you talking about? Don't be gross, he is our brother. Rin-"

Before the words could leave your mouth, Sae's body slammed against yours, so violently that it forced you to step back. Your back hit the wall. Confused, shocked and angry, you looked at your older brother, expecting a punch or anything else that rivaled the anger on Sae's face. Instead, his mouth crashes against yours, teeth meeting and pain immediately piercing through your jaw.

With alcohol clouding your senses and anger heating your veins, it takes you a few full seconds to process the contact. Sae's hands grab your face, fingers digging painfully into your cheeks as he moves his lips against yours in a way that could only be described as angry.

That was your brother. And he was kissing you like he hated you.

"I hate the sound of his name in your mouth," Sae mouths each word against your mouth, forcing you to swallow the sound of them. "I hate everything about him and I hate everything about you even more."

"What? Sae-" you're genuinely confused by the sudden change of scenery, trying to move away, but with Sae against your front and the wall at your back, there's nowhere to run.

"Shut up," he orders in a growl, wet tongue licking from your lower lip to your upper lip. "Shut up and let me kiss you, that's the least you owe me, the least."

And you, against all rationality, against all the tangle of questions and doubts and confusion in your mind, surrender to the order.

Sae immediately picks up on the submission in your body language and with a little sound of laughter that haunts the dark alley, he sticks his tongue inside your hot mouth, about to ravage you.

You're tense, arms lying at your sides not knowing what to do and your mouth hard under Sae's violating ministrations. He doesn't care though. Sae seems to be having the time of his life, tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, slapping against yours, body pressed against yours from chest to crotch.

The heart was beating fast in the ribcage, sighs and heavy breathing filled the air, then a moan resounded — these coming from you or Sae, your mind couldn't distinguish. You two were so close, Sae seemed to desperately want to merge into you, that later, when you were sober, it could scare you, but not now, so drunk that you thought maybe you were staggering.

You closed your eyes, trying to pretend that it was someone else kissing you. The smell that filled your nostrils however was the characteristic perfume of your older brother, the voice echoing against your mouth could not belong to anyone else and the fingers, stuck in your face, nails digging into your skin, was very purposeful, very familiar and possessive to belong to anyone else. Everything screamed Sae.

"Who are you thinking about?" he asked, separating his mouth from yours, as if he could read your thoughts.

Your chest rose and fell, panting after the aggressive kiss, still feeling the ghost of his tongue against yours. "No one. You."

Apparently happy with the answer, Sae kissed you again.

There was an insistent bulge pressing against your thigh and when Sae slammed into you and the harsh friction of jeans against jeans scratched your skin, in the blur haze, reality hit you. Oh, no.

You pulled your mouth away from his, trying to move away from the firm fingers on your face that tried to pull you back. "Sae, this is going too far," you warned, tongue running over the words.

It was one thing to kiss, here in the dark and so drunk that you already had a perfect excuse to pretend not to remember anything tomorrow. But this, this was a lot, it was crossing all the lines and you didn't want to go to whatever was on the other side once you crossed them.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Sae repeated, sounding ecstatic, but you knew it wasn't from alcohol. His fingers moved, hand grabbing both sides of your face and his index and middle fingers digging into your mouth to shut you up. You felt his other hand reaching between your bodies and then, his hot, bare member released to press against your leg.

The alcohol had become an oily pool swirling in your stomach, leaving you dizzy and sick. Part of your mind didn't even know if all this was real or maybe you were passed out at the bar after drinking too much. Your hands squeezed Sae's hips, the waist of his loose pants allowing you to feel the warm bare skin. Why did he seem so real then?

No, don't go there. Don't think, don't question.

You closed your eyes and let your head fall back, the thud of the crash passed right through you. All you could feel was Sae's body against you, hot like a living fire, the little sounds he made as he rocked against your leg. Like a damn stray dog, you thought, wry and sharp. His fingers were sprawled against your tongue, the taste of salt heavy on your taste buds. Sae, Sae, Sae. He was everywhere.

"I hate you so much, you're so carefree and clueless-" His voice echoed through your ears, breathless. A groan interrupted him and his hips tensed as the dripping tip of his member rubbed against your groin. "And you are hard when you should hate it and the next time you disobey me I'm going to rip your dick off... oh- I-I swear I will, [name]."

You paid no attention to the threat, to his dark tone, trying to ignore that your body was reacting to all this rubbing with your older brother and that your cock felt damn sore trapped in its tight confines. You could feel every movement of Sae's hips beneath your fingers, the muscles working in slow, hard thrusts, his dick dripping against the entire front of your pants.

Sae was lost in his ramblings, seeming delirious with pleasure between confessions of love and hate and desire. I knew you were mine since the day my parents brought you home. The words hit you somewhere deep, or maybe, it was just the shock of the contact of Sae's bare shaft rubbing against yours, giving you a pleasure so deep that you wanted to refuse.

This wasn't right, you knew, even as the involuntary sounds left your mouth and were muffled by Sae's digits, feeling the slippery mess growing between your legs. Even with the need making you roll your hips back against his, meeting him halfway with each thrust, so that you were soon shamelessly grinding against each other in the dark alley, the pain of the raw scratch becoming mild and discarded.

You knew you had to stop this madness, but you couldn't muster enough strength, you didn't even know if you wanted to.

"More." One of you two asked, already on the edge of that precipice. Maybe you, maybe Sae. Maybe both. In any case, you both obeyed, hitting against each other with more urgency and need.

Sae sunk his teeth into the side of your neck, rocking erratically as his cock exploded, spilling all over your leg. "Oh, [name]," he groaned against your skin. Shame gnawed at your insides, chest rising and falling rapidly and your member throbbing, envious of Sae's release, feeling him ride out his orgasm with little sharp gasps. You stay completely still, mortified and with your brother's cum cooling on your jeans, where a noticeable stain was sure to be.

Your mouth was open around Sae's fingers, gasping for air and saliva running down your chin. You fought the voice in your ear that told you to bring Sae's hand to your hardness and beg him to touch you. Even under alcohol intoxication, you thought it was a good enough punishment to walk home with your cock hard, denied release and with evidence of your weakness stinging and burning from head to toe.

[dilucs-princess]

I feel like we don't talk emough about Sae here,,,

Anyway, he has the biggest mommy kink ever. Also likes to suckle at your boobs too <3