#sub itoshi sae

[fairydollsteps]

BE MY BITCH (MINOR DNI)

Synopsis: You made the all so great Sae Itoshi your bitch. 

Feature: Dom reader/Bottom Sae Itoshi

Note/Warning: Smut, making out on bed, overstimulation, kinda degrading, reader is mean ish?, use of strap, so reader is kinda a female but can be read as gender neutral, Oh yeah Sae is in a bunny suit and has makeup lmao. Sae is out of character, please bear with me. Sae is an adult, grown-up

Author’s note: I am hungry for Sae content so here I am doing God’s work. It might be messy and rushed because I want to finish this soon. Probably suck ass. Also, this fic is inspired by this amazing fic from @mcdonaldsnumberone! <3

"F-FUck! You damn bitch!♡ Stop! S-Stop-," Sae spats out before shutting his mouth from spilling sinful sounds. It's so cute to see him trying so hard to stay quiet from the pleasure but his body says otherwise. His thighs are shaking from the vibrator sticking to his cock, vibing in a low volume which is driving him mad. And oh. A cherry on top, he is wearing a bunny suit. All so sexy and slutty. Even better, he is also wearing makeup which makes him some kind of a prostitute. Just for you to see and ruin.

There you are fingering his tight hole as you pick up the speed after Sae's remark. "Me? Stop? Not when you come to my house wearing like a fucking whore. Who are you calling a bitch? You are the fucking bitch slut," you reply back harshly as you continue abusing his prostate, making it difficult for him to hold his noises. Leaving a deep groan and faint gasps. The vibrator didn't help him at all as it just increase the intensity of pleasure.

Sae is still staying on his ground and keeping his mouth seal but he is trembling uncontrollably as you continue to mishandle his poor body. You have to hold his thighs from closing. Sae tries to close his thighs again (because he is a brat and wants to do what he wants) but you gave him a slap on his erect member, inflicting a pained whine out of him and forcing him to spread his legs. Cute.

It's understandable for you to be shocked to see the Sae Itoshi showing up to your house in a revealing bunny suit. He is the Japan’s pride and Real Madrid Youth’s genius midfielder, thus his has pride is huge and you never though he would wear something like that. And he just did. A headband with bunny ears sprouting from it, and a little pom pom sat on his back right above his butt. Even wearing heels.

However, the heels is now abandoned on the floor as you continue fucking Sae with your fingers. Sae is starting to lose his cool gradually. He is letting out hushed whimpers here and there despite his efforts and moaning embarrassing loud to his lickings when you hit his good spot. The vibrator still vibrating against his precum-soaked tip, sending him on edge. Sae, red-faced either from the shame or pleasure does not know if he can hold on before he breaks from two stimulations at the same time.

But then the vibrator stopped and you pull your fingers out. Thank god. You finally gave him a break and spare him from the embarrassment. His chest heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath from the high. However, you come back with a strap on tied to your waist. And holy shit. It's bigger than his... Sae thinks he keeps his nervousness in check but you catch it anyway. You smirk and lean towards his pretty face.

And gosh. He looks so much prettier up close. The vibrant red lipstick on his lip and cute blush on cheeks are so oh attractive. You are in awe of his beauty to devastate.

" What? You nervous, pretty boy?" you say with a smile, gripping his chin up to you. "No," he dares you, still so prideful. Even in his submissive state, he does not want to admit it. You simply smile alluringly, caressing the bottom of his mouth gently with your thumb. The lipstick smudge a bit on his face.

"Well, that's good to hear then. Because I won't go easy on you. That was only the beginning," your pretentious gentleness dropped.

Sae yelps when you grab his hip roughly and screams when you turn on the vibrator to the highest volume without warning. You didn't hesitate to force the strap down to his already stretched hole. You didn't even let Sae time to process what is going on or adjust to the massive size of that dildo. Just a few maneuvers, you completely broke Sae.

The perfectly curved tip of the strap thrusting on his already abused prostate, sending sudden jolt of pleasure to his body from how fast you are going. Sae can't keep his composure and breaks. He becomes a moaning mess at every repeated thrust and clenching the bed sheets beneath him shakingly. The damn vibrating toy is the death to him. Every buzz of it just furthers the overwhelming pleasure to extreme.

It has been barely a minute and Sae could feel the knot in his stomach tightening. Sae wants to burn in shame for about to cum so soon and tries to hold it a little longer. But your relentless pace and the toy didn't help much. You notice his cock twitching uncontrollably. You can see him all teary-eyes and flushed.

"Oh? Coming already, slut?" you mock at his current state. Despite how fucked up he is, he still has the energy to glare at you. "Fuck you," Sae spat out through ragged breathing. Now that ticked you off. Even getting railed underneath you, he still acts like a brat. He is basically asking to get fucked dumb, wearing all so slutty in a bunny suit and being a bitch, riling you up.

Without mercy, you thrust even deeper. Keeping his inner thighs apart from each other to go deeper, hitting all his good spots. Sae lose it and cum all over his bunny suit, trembling violently as he orgasmed. He tries to muffled his cry with his hand which to no avail. It's too much for him to hide.

You can't help but inwardly moan at the porngraphic sight. Sae's eye rolled behind his head, all red and fucked up in bunny suit that is messy with his cum. The toy still on him, not giving him a break. Sae wants to take that damn toy off from his cock but his mind is too mushed to do anything from the harsh fucking.

Yet, you still keep the strap in him and continue thrusting to his asshole. "What the Fuck! S-stop! I just came you stupid bitc-," he shout out before he collapsed from the overwhelming pleasure coming back. Sick of his attitude, you slap his cock then another. Twice.

Pain turns into pleasure. At least that shuts him up. Sae writhes and whimpers under you. His back arching hard as you finally increase the vibrator to the maximum. He has no idea how he is still going and conscious from the toy's brutal volume. The toy forcing cock to leak more pre-cum and you destroying his inside. He is still high from his previous climax so getting smack another wave of intense pleasure is making him lose control of himself. The overstimulation is getting him like mad.

"H-hnghh-FUck!♡ Y/n Y-Y/n please♡," he truly lost it. Sae could do nothing but take whatever you are giving to him, chanting you name all over. He could not think of anything but you. You absolutely making him lost in euphoria.

" You fucking ask for this ," " You dress up like a damn whore outside of my house," "What if someone notice you?" "I will fuck you up in front of them if they do," "Imagine how shocked they are if they see you like this, especially in this slut outfit,"

Not getting a response from him, you grabs his chin, face to face to him. "You heard me, bitch" Sae look at your breathlessly and moans. You are so fucking cruel and he loves it.

The darn vibrator is giving him a difficult time to speak but he manage to speak out through shaky breaths. "F-fuck-Yes♡ just do whatever y-you want h-hah" "I-I don't care anymore- Do your worse♡"

"Oh"

Sae screams when you lift one of his legs over your shoulder and railing him even harder in this angle. He does not care about his pride and dignity anymore. Just like what he said earlier. His mind is too broken to think coherently anymore. Shocked gasps rip through his throat at each rough thrust. The room is filled with his wails and the skin slapping and the vibrator buzzing. You are sure the neighbors will complain.

Sae could feel his abdomen burns from heat of pleasure and about to climax. You help him reach his climax and he finally come with a yell from pain and pleasure. He slumps over the bed and tries to catch his breath.

Just when he though that he is done, you grab him from the face and asks lovingly.

"Again? I am sure you can handle another one, right?"

It will be a long night for 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.

[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

[hellsslibrary]

can i request fucking the sass/brattiness out of bllk boys like chigiri, rin and sae? istg brats make me go feral i just want to put them in their place

"To silence the impudent by force does not mean to remove from oneself the insults uttered by the impudent lips."

#a.n. : Personally, I don't think Rin would be his usual self in bed, but who cares? It turned out delicious because it's almost a gathering of my favorite boys.🧎🏻

MASTERLIST is here.

!!Warnings: top!dom!m!reader, brat taming obvi, hair pulling (Chigiri), use of degrading words, they are kinda in the sub-space in the end(?), spanking, there are a things like praise but it is very imperceptible, fingering, anal sex, blowjob (I tried to diversify the parts, yes), a little dacryphilia, bites and hickeys, pet names, shower sex(Sae), kind of semi-public sex(Sae), deep throat(Rin), kind of soft Rinnie (a wolf in love is no longer a predator lol, but he's still a bitch yeah).

Chigiri Hyoma.

You felt your anger leaving your body with each passing second, leaving room for some other feeling. It could be described as something that was absolutely tearing your soul in two from the completely opposite emotions inside you. As if you were ready to tear someone apart just because of the mixture of feelings of satisfaction and dissatisfaction. You felt yourself calming down, but at the same time, you were starting to get even angrier.

Ah, yes, lust. Pure and undisguised lust. Especially for the one who is lying under you right now. Even now, some words manage to fly out of his plump and slightly bitten lips, the meaning of which you do not really understand, but by the shine in his pink ones, like a spinel necklace... You almost wanted to blindfold these eyes, so as not to see this bold shine... But of course, the key word is 'almost'.

"Is that all you can do? After you held me so tightly and whispered so many threats..."

Your ears catch this phrase and you almost unconsciously smirk. And really. Why are you still showing him mercy if he behaved like a complete slut today, thirsting for only two things - you and your boundless attention? Well...

"Should I be firmer with you? Your nature will show itself again anyway," you state the fact, licking your already wet lips, peering onto Chigiri's strong torso, watching how his sculpted muscles tense from your sharp thrusts.

"But th-then what's, fuck, the point of all-all this? You're a-acting like a child, pre-pretending to be smart when they're just repeating the same phrase..."

Your hand on his thigh tightened so much that he even whimpered slightly, and you immediately released your grip. There was no need to give him more sensations than you planned, especially not the unpleasant ones.

A soft "sorry" escapes your lips as your thumb rubs the red mark of your palm on his soft skin, which will most likely turn into a bruise. You lean in and your lips collide, both of you hissing slightly as your teeth click together, and then his arms wrap around your shoulders as your tongues finally intertwine.

But of course, he thought you were apologizing for the earlier action. How stupid, right? His eyes widen as he feels you slip out of him...

And a surprised gasp escapes his lips as you suddenly break the kiss and roll him over onto his stomach. His eyes narrow a bit as you thrust into him again, much more roughly than you had originally. All the air is expelled from his lungs in one thrust, causing him to whimper, almost inaudibly, and grab the sheets beneath him, making them squeak pitifully.

"I don't think you'll show up for practice tomorrow, Hyo."

His eyes widen and he's about to turn around to ask what you're even talking about. But he bites his tongue as he feels your thrusts resume. Your hands on his sides and the way your thumbs press into the small of his back, causing him to arch even further, more than his back would allow for.

"You... A-ah, what do y-you mean?" an almost pathetic cry escapes his lips, his face resting on the pillows, hiding his probably very adorable face from you.

"I don't know... Maybe I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to get out of bed... Or maybe you'll be in such a state that you won't be able to show yourself to others out of shame... Who knows?"

Your voice is almost dripping with sarcasm, even though you were being serious to some extent. Your hand slides higher, tangling in Chigiri's hair, and immediately pulling his head back, causing him to throw his head back with an almost squeak.

"If only you could see yourself... You look even more beautiful than usual, my mistress," you smirk lightly, biting the thin skin behind his ear, causing him to openly groan.

Drool runs down the corner of his lips and down his chin as his ass trembles slightly from your thrusts, as does his entire body. His hips try to move in time with your thrusts, but even he has a hard time doing so.

"I have to keep going, right?" the question escapes your lips, and he nods desperately, trying to get out at least a word, but any word that wasn't a moan or even a cry was stuck in his throat.

Sae Itoshi.

Your eyes almost glisten at the sight before you. The self-proclaimed linebacker's body was barely able to stand, although he held up surprisingly well for his situation. He leaned against the shower wall, trying to muffle his moans as much as possible so that no one would hear his moans or any other sounds from the locker room.

He was just teasing you a little, touching you in a way that was too obvious a couple of times during training, and you were very lucky that no one noticed. Otherwise, you would hardly be able to explain why his fingers slid under your jersey or the elastic of your shorts.

And he? He wouldn't even bother explaining.

"Will you keep quiet? It's no use, dear, it's too late for all this... Do you have any idea how hard it is to train with a boner, and with a view of your figure from behind?" your voice was almost honey-sweet as your fingers disappeared inside him with a slick sound, accompanied only by Sae's quiet, almost inaudible sounds.

Your free hand moved one of his ass cheeks to the side, watching as he squirmed at the sensation and your hand almost automatically slapped his ass cheek. You immediately felt a kick to your leg, obviously because someone might hear the slap.

Although they all saw that you went to the shower together. It wasn't surprising, but Sae usually didn't allow you to do that. So no one was thinking anything too explicit... But they could of course.

"Stop it! We'll get spotted, idiot," Sae whispers, biting his lips hard, trying to muffle any sounds that were trying to escape him, which wasn't too hard since he wasn't particularly loud, but...

It's hard to hold back when you're being fingered like they're trying to punch you in the gut or something. It was hard for him to do that either.

He was barely able to stand, and the slippery floor and his rapid breathing from not only the situation but also the hot shower weren't helping. He wanted to grab onto anything to make sure he wouldn't fall.

And you, being the good boyfriend that you are, were going to make sure of that!

His turquoise eyes widen in surprise as you turn his torso to face you, forcing his legs to wrap around your waist while you hold him up, then sit down on the tiled floor, still holding his fingers in place. You had to adjust the position of your fingers in obvious discomfort, but the look on his face was worth it.

"What the hell are you doing?" the question falls from his bitten lips as Sae almost chokes on the words, grabbing your shoulders, grateful that you are both now sitting up.

You tilt your head to the side slightly as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. And he jumps when he feels another slap, knowing he won't last like this for much longer.

"I'm not done, Sae... Don't hide your face, I can't hear you, so I don't want to not be able to see you either," you whisper right into his ear, causing his back to arch from your hot breath.

You feel his nails literally digging into your skin, but you'll take care of that later. Right now, you need to see his face up close, while his insides are being rearranged by just three of your fingers.

He reluctantly pulls away, sitting over your lap and resting his kneecaps on the tiled floor. The older Itoshi looked divine... Arched like that just from you and such poor stimulation. Almost on the verge of tears. But he's not so fucked that he's ready to lose his pride.

"This hasn't even started and you're already like this... What will you be like later, baby?"

He just exhales loudly in response, and immediately twitches when he feels a slap on his inner thigh, too dangerously close to his cock. His knees shook and he felt an all too familiar sensation, he clenched around you unconsciously, but then whined pathetically when you deprived him of stimulation.

"No, you won't cum... Let's finish taking a shower and continue in a comfortable place. This is not a good place to fuck your brains out, handsome," Sae didn’t know if he wanted to kill you, he could sit back on your fingers, considering that you pulled them out but didn’t push them away, or he could even take your dick and sit on it...

But he will obey, realizing that much more awaits him ahead, for now.

Rin Itoshi.

Your lips stretch into a smirk, slightly trembling due to your growing pleasure. Your hand didn't even need to hold the brunette's head anymore, kneeling in front of you. He was doing just fine on his own.

Although his burning gaze should have been intimidating or at least stressful, it only served to fuel your arousal. His lips wrapped around your cock, his cheeks hollowed out, adding extra stimulation to your cock, and to be honest, you could definitely cum just from the sight of tears on his eyelashes.

His hands were clinging to your thighs, squeezing the flesh beneath his fingers, slightly choking with every deep throat he took, but the younger Itoshi was clearly doing a lot better than he had been doing a few minutes ago.

"So? You don't want to tell me anything?"

He shook his head at your question, as much as he could with your cock in his throat, of course. Of course, he's not ready to give in and surrender to you completely just yet.

But that's easy to fix. Your fingers slide through his hair, squeezing it and pulling his head lower down your shaft, causing his nose to collide with your pubic bone, causing him to pull away and clear his throat.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" you repeat the question, looking at him thoughtfully, wondering if his ego will crumble now or if you'll have to make the crack deeper.

"... I'm sorry," he whispers almost inaudibly and inaudibly, and you wouldn't understand what he said if you weren't waiting for it.

"What should I forgive you for, Rin?"

He looks up at you, still displeased, leaning closer and licking a stripe along your shaft from the base to the head, licking your slit, causing you to moan slightly.

"I'm sorry for being a bad boy... But I'll do it again sooner or later anyway," he shrugs, barely visible, taking a part of your cock into his palm and beginning to suck on your head.

"Oh, I'm sure. I need you to learn your lesson now... And then later."

His turquoise eyes flick up to you, and he deliberately runs his tongue along your slit a couple more times before he starts to swallow your cock again, taking in more and more each time.

He doesn't break eye contact at all, his eyes just squinting slightly as his throat tries to adjust to the intrusion again, but he manages just fine.

Though, once you feel him using his tongue again, you raise an eyebrow, watching as Rin pulls away from you.

"And here I thought you were capable of more than teaching me to behave just for a while," he utters smugly as he licks your cock, as if he knows it gives you indescribable pleasure, especially when he looks at you with those eyes that glitter with anything but submission.

"Naughty boy," he squeezes your thighs completely as you grab the back of his head, starting to impale his mouth on your cock yourself.

His eyes squeeze tightly as he tries to relax his throat as much as possible for you. Itoshii clearly enjoyed this, otherwise he would have given you the signal to stop a long time ago, but he only continued to make moans mixed with the sound of choking.

"You will understand where your place is, don't worry, precious boy."

A tear rolls down his cheek, but he makes some kind of agreeing sound, which also sounds like he is pleased, considering how the corner of his lips twitches into a semblance of a smile. Oh, you will be convinced that he will be good, unbearably good.

[narcissistshandler]

can u write a top male reader who is their stepbrother or brother (idk your choice I am okay with any bcuz of lacking) with itoshi brothers. there were a lot of fem readers with it but no make readers so I am sad 😢

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿. itoshi sae x m!reader x itoshi rin

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. top!reader, amab reader, bottom!sae, bottom!rin, use of the word "ni-chan", incest, anal sex, blowjob, masturbation, threesome. minors dni.

𝗮/𝗻. yes I can! I'm happy to help the number of male!reader grow in the blue lock fandom. and thank you all for your kind words, I know life doesn't stop and I'm trying to find a way to deal with my loss. This turned out to be longer than planned, but I hope you like it.

Sae and Rin have always been attached to you, following you around, wanting your attention, drowning in every display of affection. Over time, your younger sibling duo stopped working together to be good to you, and as their relationship deteriorated, Sae and Rin began to compete for your attention, silently fighting each other for you, for your love. It started discreetly; Sae would bring you to one of his matches, and once at home Rin would pull you to his room, trying to entertain you with a movie or conversation. Rin would give you your favorite foods from his plate and Sae would surprise you by making your favorite dish for lunch. Innocent, pure. Then it got worse. Rin would give you a hug whenever he could and Sae would give you a kiss. Touches increased as their competition got worse and you didn't had much time to question when one of your younger siblings wanted to sneak up on your lap or sleep in your bed for the night.

One day, a jealous Rin had pulled you away from Sae's arms who was trying to take you to his room and surprising the three of you, slammed his lips onto yours in a sloppy kiss. Sae was the one who separated you two. You expected a rant or a sharp line of how disgusting and wrong that was, instead you were greeted by another kiss, this time Sae thrusting his tongue into your mouth, despite Rin's saliva still wetting your lips. That's when you realized that in addition to football, it was for you that the two competed.

A part of your brain reminded you that these were your brothers and you should push them away and talk some sense into their heads. The other part reminded you that those were your brothers and that was nothing more than their way of showing how much they loved you. You just didn't expect that letting the kiss go and acting like it was something normal would only make things escalate, and not only that, that you would like this new face of your relationship so much.

Kissing became a routine and Rin and Sae pressed their lips to yours whenever they could. They didn't do it in front of people who knew about your parentage and that's how you knew they knew what they were doing. Kisses became touches; hands on your arms, on your legs, then one of your brothers always invading your shower, not ashamed to see you naked and eventually, erections became common whenever something like that happened. You couldn't help it, Rin and Sae were both attractive and there was something hot about them wanting to be as intimate with you as possible.

In a way, it was your fault that your relationship became what it is today. You were the one who got instantly hard when Sae snuck into your bed one night, body warm against yours and smooth legs exposed by shorts finding a place between yours. You were the one who made it clear that you were awake, putting your arm around Sae's slim waist and pulling him closer. You were the one who asked him to kiss you, teeth and tongues, knowing he would never refuse. And when your bodies got hot and bothered, erections pressed together and breaths muffled, you were the one who asked permission to take off his shorts and touched your little brother's hard, wet cock. The moan Sae let out was sinful, cock twitching against your hand, killing the conscience in your head, you brought his hand to your erection and taught him how to jerk you off and didn't stop moving until the mixed semen was staining the sheets.

You were also the one who surprised Rin after a game won by dropping to your knees on his bedroom floor and giving him his first blowjob. Rin had made the most beautiful noises, legs shaking as he tried to stay on his feet, gripping your shoulders as rocked his hips nonstop, coming embarrassingly fast. And on Sae's birthday it was yours idea to give a present that no one else would be able to and after showering him with words of love and sweet kisses, stretched him leisurely and under the bright stars in the night sky, slid your cock inside him through the first time. A year later it was Rin's turn and you made love to him as slow and smooth as you had with Sae.

They competed for you yes, but you found it was easy to get them to get along with you among them, they didn't want to make you unhappy.

"[name]... focus." Sae's voice snapped you out of your stupor. Blinking a few times, you returned your attention to the image in front of you, regaining your grip on Rin's slim waist. Rin was lying beautifully on his back to you, back flushed and making muffled noises of pleasure every time your cock returned inside him. Sae was leaning against the headboard, naked, playing with his nipples with the right hand, the left tangled in Rin's hair as fucked his mouth.

"Be careful with him," you warned, hands coming up to caress Rin's pretty back.

Sae scoffed, pushing his hips against Rin's mouth hard just to piss you off. Rin gasped audibly, nails digging hard into Sae's thigh.

"He's not made of glass, he won't break."

You leaned over Rin, the movement made your cock shift inside him, making his thighs tremble against the sheets and you reached for Sae's hand, releasing his grip on Rin's head. Rin immediately caught breath, eyes watering as he let out a low moan, hand gripping your arm resting close to his head as he took a deep breath.

"Don't be a brat with me, Sae."

"Ni-chan," Rin whimpered, voice cracking as you stopped, cock head perfectly grazing his prostate. "Continues."

"One minute, love."

Sae rolled his eyes at this, pulling the hand away, spittle-covered hard cock against his taut stomach, red head spilling pre-cum.

"As soon as I'm done with Rin I'll deal with you. You better get that lube and start stretching your ass if you don't want to get hurt," you spat. "I won't go easy on you."

Returning to your previous position, you turned Rin around before grabbing his lean hips and pushing your cock back inside him, resuming your previous rhythm. Gritting your teeth, you tried to tear your eyes away from Sae's smug expression, struggling not to be too hard on Rin under you. Sae was the one deserving of punishment there, not Rin. Rin only deserved rewards, as the good boy he was. You tried to remember that even as Sae reached for the lube and started to make a show of spreading herself with deft fingers, your cock twitching inside Rin's tight hole.

[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

[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

[fyod]

laying sae itoshi on his back, feet planted on the bed, thighs spread, shuddering under the fiery grazes of your tongue and breathing erratic — he’s never felt so gratifying before. how come you making any sort of contact with his toned thighs make his cock twitch? his ears burn with heat? eyes well up with tears?

hot but utterly frustrating and you completely abandoning his throbbing dick didn’t make it any better. sae needed to cum, he was going to cum just from you being weird with his thighs. sae clenches his jaw and screws his eyes shut. usually he wouldn’t shut his mouth, barking out orders and insults in order to bait you but sae knows you’ll stop and he can’t have that right now — so he fucking takes.

all kinds of swears spill from his lips in breathy whispers as you continuously pepper a balance of wet kisses and fierce bites across his inner thighs. you easily ignored him for the sake of you staking your claim, enjoying how he’s just falling apart. you didn’t leave not even a slither of pale skin unmarked. they’re for your eyes and his, but if someone were to get a glimpse of ‘em — oh well.

[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??🤨

[fairydollsteps]

hiiii i have risen from my grave and i decided to write smut again even though my previous work got shadowbanned lmao. if you are eager to read the shadownbanned one, is in my archive account which is in this link (bottom alhaitham/ dom reader)

yeah the upcoming smut will be a sae itoshi/reader from blue lock because i want to

[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.”

copyright 2023 shotoh, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else so please do not repost this or share my content on tiktok.

[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.

[ilovealexisness]

Ohmygod on sae's trivia it says that he thinks his only weakness is that he doesn't know anything besides soccer and I'm just sjdjjsjs like inexperienced!sae getting treated like a princess and just all whiney and rrrr this man does things to me 😵‍💫

Ty for the ask anon ♥︎ I'm sorry if this is short

Contains: m masturbation(pillow humping), ooc sae(?), mentions or reader being away,

♥︎Gn reader but mentions or reader having a cock♥︎

Ugh imagine being away from Sae and he gets soo needy while you're away. He humps your pillow but he just can't get do it right, he's whining and tears are forming in the corners of his eyes.

He's dragging his cock along your pillow like a dog in heat, small cries and whines formed in his throat as his thrusts sped up. Pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock, he wished you were fucking him, imagining your dick sliding in and out of him. He's so incredibly inexperienced that he needs you to do all the work<3. He huffs and whines loudly, he wishes you were here♡

Ty again for the ask 💗 I apologize if this is bad <//3