gn!reader, slightly (?) suggestive on sae & shidou (it's always shidou LOL), crack smau, established relationship
part II
Yoichi Isagi
Meguru Bachira
Rin Itoshi
Sae Itoshi
Seishiro Nagi
Reo Mikage
Hyoma Chigiri
Ryusei Shidou
Michael Kaiser
Alexis Ness
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a/n: so the queen got sick last week UGHHH i've been meaning to get this out before then but yeah i was bedridden lwk. also i was listening to Cowboys and Angels by George Michael on repeat making this loll hope you guys enjoy this smau! second smau yayaya, may or may not do pt.2
nagi has you in a desperate mating press, fingernails digging into the flesh of your waist so deeply it hurts. his dick plunges in and out of your sopping cunt at a steady tempo, but god was he about to go dumb from the sheer sight of your pretty pussy—spread out so perfectly for him to ruin. your brain is so scrambled that all you can do is let out lewd cries of, "..please, sei!" and "hnnn! need you s'bad.."
he eyes the growing bulge in your stomach and presses down on it. "see, that's me right there." you slowly lift your head up to see the little slope in your abdomen, watching it disappear every time he pulls out just to see it reappear again once he slips his dick back inside. "so deep inside you, princess.. think you can—haah!—take more?"
"s-sei, you're so big!" you whine. all he can focus on is the sheer pleasure resonating through his cock. "shit—haah! y'taking my cock so well.." he moves your thighs aside to see what kind of expression you had on your face, only to be met with the most fucked-out expression tainting your features. he grabs your legs, pushing them forward until your toes point to the ceiling.
"you gonna take it all, angel? y'gonna be brave for me, yeah? oh, you're gonna be sooo brave for me.." he coos softly, completely contrasting the fact that he was quite literally folding you in half. "a-ah! sei.. y'too big, i can't do it!" you squirm, earning a hard slap to your ass. he pushes your legs down so hard it feels like your spine is about to break. "yes" thrust. "you" thrust. "can." thrust.
you're reduced to nothing but a whiny, overstimulated mess as his fat cock drills into you even deeper. "o-okay, mmh! i'll be good for you.. please, please, 'jus fill me up already, sei!" you cry out with tear-stained cheeks. nagi's grinding and thrusting into you so roughly your pussy starts taking the shape of his cock. every vein, every ridge. he wants it indented inside of you to mark you as his, and his only. your legs ache at the ferocity of his movements. "seishiro! 'm close haah! i'm gonna cum!"
his rhythm increases tenfold as he continues pounding into you with no mercy. "thaaat's it.. that's my brave girl." he lands a chaste kiss onto your lips, maintaining a steady pace. "mmh—angel, i'm gonna cum inside you okay? haah! shit.. you're gonna take it all.." he whispers, feeling his orgasm approaching fast. "good girl, just like that.." nagi's cock bruises your cervix one last time, and with a loud grunt, he finally cums inside of you.
"cumming, 'm cumming! hnnn! ..seishiro!" your eyes roll into the back of your skull as a familiar warmth fills your senses. his dick throbs within the confines of your pussy and his filthy semen starts to leak out the sides of your greedy cunt. he doesn't pull out, no—not yet. nagi brings a hand up to press on your stomach again, feeling himself. "you did so good for me, y'know that?" he praises, gently rubbing your tummy in slow circles as he admires his handiwork. "the bravest."
itoshi sae x bubbly reporter! reader 𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚
Itoshi Sae thinks you’re annoying. That’s what you have come to believe anyway.
Being a new, young sports reporter who’s still green behind the ears wasn’t half as easy as some may think. But you didn’t join because you wanted it to be, you joined because it had always been a point of intrigue to know what someone was thinking when playing the game of a lifetime.
And to your surprise, it was going far better than you had initially thought. Because with the grace of tiktok and a sense of humour the internet came to love you, which meant your dreams weren’t just dreams, they were reality.
Clips of interviews went viral, and your follower count on tiktok hit a gleaming 700k within the few months since you graduated university and officially ran head first into working.
But that wasn’t even the most astounding part about your new life, what truly was astonishing to you was how the athletes came to like you to; and you were sure that was, in part, why their fans came to love you as well.
You didn’t question them as machines meant to entertain, you questioned them as humans. And that recognition of one’s humility is all it takes for it to be returned.
For everyone but one man.
Itoshi Sae.
Most athletes you interview genuinely enjoy the brief chats, laughing and joking along with you, keeping a lighthearted and entertaining conversation for fans. Except for Sae.
Itoshi Sae never laughed at your jokes, never cracked a smile, and never seemed to purposely return a joke. Even as you tried to laugh with him after his blunt sarcasm it was never returned.
So to say you felt a slight pit of anxiety whenever your boss told you to ask him for an interview after a match, would be an understatement.
Trying to slip your way through the crowd came as a slight challenge, though as your own popularity arose it had gradually became a bit easier. People recognized you, people respected you and that was more than enough.
It wasn’t too hard to find the coral locks along the crowd, Itoshi Sae with his bag strewn over his shoulder as he stepped through the lobby with his usual mask of nonchalance.
He never flinched at the cameras even as the bright lights flashed over his strong features, highlighting the bright teal of his burning gaze when it met yours.
Sae hated interviews, he hated talking to reports and paparazzi. Yet when he saw you amongst the crowd, two microphones resting between your tapping fingers with a smile on your lips, for whatever reason he didn’t turn to ignore you. He allowed himself to push forward despite his usual reservations, just enough to see if you’d stop him.
“Itoshi!”
His mind reeled, but he didn’t let it show as he turned to you casually—acting as though hearing his name from your lips brought an ease to his mind.
“What?”
Cold, to no one’s surprise. But you smiled all the same, warmly.
“I was um— I was wondering if I could get a quick interview, if you have time?” A nervous stammer, a hand moving to quickly push a hair from your face as you faced him. You’d interviewed him twice before, but it was enough to make you jittery.
You expected a scoff, or maybe just a silent departure. But instead, he nodded, stepping towards you as you stood stunned for a moment before your smile illuminated and you handed him one of the mics in your hand; waving over your camera man.
Did Sae always stare this intensely? Did he do that to all the interviewers? Or was he just trying to pick you apart?
“Hello everyone! Today I am joined with the one, and not the only Itoshi, Itoshi Sae!” You quickly greeted the camera before motioning to Sae who didn’t pull his eyes away from you even as you introduced him to the camera that shot live.
“That was a very intense match against Brazil, you played amazing by the way, as always.” You complimented, meeting his weighted stare as he blinked down at you silently.
Amazing start, you cleared your throat—unfaltering. “You know I’ve always wondered what you think about when you make those plays, does it come to you naturally or is there a lot of calculations involved?”
Silence stretched for a moment, before Sae adjusted his hand on his bag unconsciously.
“skill.”
“Oh, well you definitely have a lot of that!” You tried to joke, laughing as Sae just stared.
and stared.
and stared.
“Well! I do hear that you’ve been playing for a while so I’m sure it’s all pretty much engrained by now, huh?”
Sae nodded, stare unwavering. “Flow state.”
“Oh like the meme.”
His brows furrowed slightly, “What?”
“Like the tiktok..meme, like entering flow state?”
“Yeah, flow state.” You smiled, though it was almost glaringly obvious that the two of you were not on the same angle.
“Well, I don’t want to keep you too long in case you’ve got a big celebration plan but I just have a few more questions if you don’t mind, that’s my version of ‘flow’”
“You don’t have to rush.”
He, to your surprise, reassured. You faltered for a moment, biting hack the way your smile threatened to widen enough to make your cheeks burn. “Thank you, that is very kind of you.”
The interview carried on for a another five minutes, and it all came with the same ‘flow’ as it had began. You smile, he stares. You laugh, he stares.
“Okay! Well thank you so much for speaking with me, and putting up with my horrible soccer jokes. But don’t worry, I’ll let you run away now!” You laughed off, turning to the camera. “Sae here is going to be playing again in three weeks in this same arena, so make sure to score a seat..get it? score a..yeah you got it.”
Your hands pulled into your signature peace sign to depart and end the interview, waving your two propped fingers to the camera when Sae mimicked your action. His fingers raised, and though his lips didn’t, it was enough.
The interview went tripple platinum.
As it turns out, fans love Itoshi Sae, and they love you too. Combine the two of you and they’re sufficiently fed, maybe.
GOJOSHOLLOWPURPL6767: DID YOU SEE HOW HE LOOKED AT HER? UGHHH
ITOSHIGOBBLER literally grumpy x sunshine ughh i love then
THUKUNA ao3 writers get to work NOW
> ALLIEMALLIEA already on it 🫡
POPECODYLUVR WHEN HE COPIED HER PEACE SIGN? HE WANTS THAT COOKIE BADDD
SAEMUNCHER it’s the fact he never does interviews but has done three with her, Sae I know what you are
itoshi.sae has followed you
itoshi.sae sent you a message:your soccer jokes were funny.
isagi yoichi - he lowk has a sleeper build and his veiny ass hands can throw you around however he likes, even when your squeezing your thighs together he easily spread them apart from eachother.
shidou ryusei - uses his teeth to undress you. i don’t know how he does it but he can and he’s good at it. he’ll rip your panties off you and spit them out before shoving his face into your cunt.
sae itoshi - degrades you. he’ll kiss you neck and you bounce yourself on his cock, he whispers about “how stupid you look, fucking yourself so desperately.” and it makes you cum everytime.
julian loki - talks you through it while he ruins you. you can just say goodbye to your legs, your tits, and your vocal chords while your at it. every time he slams into you and you cry from the pain and pleasure, he smirks and kisses your neck, abusing your G-spot perfectly and softly kissing you innocently. he likes seeing you fall apart all because of him.
alexis ness - he whimpers. like, he sounds like a puppy under you while you suck on his skin, hickeys going from his neck all the way to his feet.
bachira meguru - eats both holes out when you finally say yes to sitting on his face. he eats your pussy first, swirling his tongue around until you squirt in his mouth and then licking up your asshole.
hiori yo - it hurts and he knows it. he knows exactly how bad your pussy aches when he shoves it in so mercilessly. that’s why he keeps doing it, with his stupidly innocent eyes and his sweet voice asking if you’re okay.
micheal kaiser - he treats you like a peasant. he’ll casually take away all your senses, noise cancelling ear plugs, blindfold, mouth electrical taped shut and another blindfold around it just in case, and handcuffed on your hands and feet. you don’t know what’s he’s gonna do to you.
nagi seishiro - nuts everywhere. in your cunt, in your ass, in between your tits, in your belly button, in your mouth, it even gets up your nose.
i also feel like i forgot smth but anyways i didn’t know what to write for a few of them 💔✌🏼
when you first moved in, it took sae months to adjust to how lively his house had become.
how his bland and unadorned penthouse was now filled with your belongings, your warm lamps that you bought because you hated the white lighting.
the beautiful lace curtains that now covered the rows of exposed windows. fluffy blankets that complemented his crimson couches, filled with soft and decorative pillows that you adjust in a very particular order. pictures of you and his wedding photos, your bright smile bringing life to his once shallow and empty house.
your vanilla perfume that trailed behind you all the time, slowly seeping into the fabrics of your furniture.
not only did he have to get used to your undeniably amazing taste in decoration, but also your inability to sit peacefully in a messy house.
sae wasn't one to maintain a messy house—he in fact, always made sure it was clean. but he had a horrible habit of tossing clothes on the floor and keeping dishes in the sink, unattended for days on end due to his exhausting schedule.
which inevitably turned into your first fight now that you shared a domestic lifestyle together, as you constantly told him to fold his clothes and do his part of the dishes.
eventually though, things settled down as the two of you finally made agreements on chores, as he finally got used to just how much life you brought into what he called home—just how much light and joy you brought into his life all together.
the penthouse became his escape, not just a place for him to sleep and eat, but a place for him to wind down, a place he sought comfort in knowing you'd always be there—always there to embrace him and smother him with your undying love.
then came your kids.
suddenly, itoshi sae found himself having to get used to the sound of your child's cries in the dead of night—the creaky rocking of the crib as he lulled her back to sleep.
your cries of overwhelming joy as she took her first steps and spoke her first words, "dada."
she always seemed to have a preference towards her father, a preference he never thought would fade.
as she turned three, the house was suddenly scattered with toys everywhere, piles of outgrown baby clothes in her room, and stocks of baby food in the fridge, as she still refused to eat anything remotely crunchy.
what was once just you and him was now a family with a little baby boy on the way.
the second was easier.
sae was now used to the constant pooping and cries; he'd get up in the middle of the night no questions asked, telling you to go back to sleep with no groans or complaints.
sae now no longer had the luxury of waking up to his alarm; instead, he would wake his ten and seven-year-old jumping in the bed, begging for breakfast eagerly.
he no longer had the luxury of coming back to a quiet home; instead, he came back to a house filled with chaos and children's laughter.
something he never knew he'd relish in.
sae was now used to this life, no longer being on his own; he was now surrounded by love, by support, a system he could fall back on if something went wrong.
something he never knew he'd lose—until that night—he never saw a future without you, a future where the death of his lover and only son would be his fault.
it was normal night, he was driving back home after dinner with his parents, his hand on your thigh as the kids argued in the backseat.
soft music played from the radio; he couldn't help but smile.
sae had never felt so fuffilled in his life, like he was actually worth something. like he had so much to look forward to.
and then for a moment—just a moment—sae got distracted, turning his head to the kid as their argument grew, telling them to shut up and deal with it later, and when he turned… it was too late.
all he remembers is you yelling his name, the last thing he ever heard from you, and the collision of the crash; he lost consciousness for a moment before his eyes opened, the loud sirens blasting into his ear as he turned. he remembers the way your head was thrown back—the blood that gushed out.
he desperately tried to shake you awake—the tears in his eyes as his head whipped back to check on his children, the sudden movement sending a shock of pain through his body.
fate is a funny thing, isn't it?
he remembers when you once asked him if he believed in it, and he brushed you off, telling you it was a silly thing.
but now, sae could only laugh.
how fate decided that he would be the one to survive, not you.
the warmth of the home sae spent years getting used to was gone—just like that.
the years he spent pining for you, loving you, being married to you, and raising kids with you—gone like they'd never even mattered.
no, it couldn't be that simple.
fate couldn't be that cruel.
he couldn't be that undeserving of happiness.
now, sae had to adjust to life that had been sucked out of his home.
his crimson couch somehow duller.
wedding photos that once adorned the walls gone because he couldn't bear to look at you.
warm lamps that once made the home welcoming; now unplugged and replaced with his old white lights that filled the house with a sense of melancholy.
your perfume stored away in a box as your scent slowly faded off the fabric of the furniture.
the only remembrance that you had once been here being your personal belongings that sae couldn't quite get rid of, stored away in boxes.
your daughter constantly locked away in her room—somewhere she wouldn't have to look him in the eyes for him to know that she blamed him for all of it.
the house was quiet, empty.
sae was never there; your daughter always returning back to an empty house with only leftovers in the fridge.
the tv that once used to make a home in a living room where a mother and her children would support their football player father through the screen, now empty and lifeless.
