#sae bllk

[serinitoshi]

need sae pent up from being away for football too long and he goes feral on us when he returns.

im talking, seeing us post in cunty outfits to hangout with our friends and not being able to do anything, randomly having a wet dream about us but again he can't do anything about it. and it all drove him crazy and all the more eager to see us again...if ykwim😋

SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS

SYNOPSIS: After being away for so long and seeing all of your teasing pictures, Sae’s sexual frustrations become too much

WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, masturbation, p in v, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, ass play, double penetration (kind of), unprotected sex (pls wrap it), cream pie, reader discussed to have female anatomy, dom!sae, sub!reader, yearning sae 🥹

AUTHOR’S NOTE: sae🤤🤤 thank you for requesting, this prompt is actually beautiful

Sae had been in Spain for two months now, practicing everyday and barely getting moments to himself. When he did get some time he spent it on the phone with you, trying to catch up on all of the lost time. Leaving you behind wasn’t his favorite thing but it was the most obvious choice, he couldn’t have any distractions while attempting to become the best midfielder.

Just one more week and he’d be able to see you, be able to take you out to all of those new spots you mentioned, be able to actually hold you in his arms again, be able to finally feel at peace.

But for you, that week was your last chance to enjoy your freedom. You love Sae, more than anything in the world, and of course you miss him, but being able to go out with friends every other night was a blessing. The curse was coming home to an empty bed, but at least you could postpone that feeling by staying out late.

Your friends made it a habit to take pictures of one another in your stunning outfits, showing out for each other. The pictures were gorgeous, so obviously you posted at least one every time you went out.

You always went out in the most beautiful low cut dresses, ones that hugged your figure just right, and don’t get your friends started on the way they shaped your ass. You knew what you were doing posting pictures of yourself posing from behind, peering over your shoulder to show both your butt and face. Even if Sae rarely used instagram and didn’t see the pictures, it was still your way of teasing him a bit.

What you didn’t expect was for him to go through your feed one night when he was missing your presence the most, seeing the pictures you were posting of yourself. He could look at them all day, you were the epitome of beauty to him. You also were the one person to get him going, as well as the only person who could get him off. His hand wouldn’t be as good as you, but he still tried anyways.

He scrolled through old highlights, seeing you and your friends together at clubs and imagined you were next to him, that his calloused hands were your soft ones shifting up and down his cock.

It wasn’t enough, he couldn’t even cum without you here. Sae felt like a middle school boy going through puberty with how badly his erection ached.

You were going to kill Sae Itoshi before he even got his hands on you.

Then, as if it couldn’t get worse, he had the nastiest wet dream about you. He had you pinned to the bed, pounding into you from behind, one of his hands gripping the back of your neck. Your moans sounded like music to his ears, he never knew how much he missed you crying out his name until now. But, just as he was about to cum he woke up. Sae let out a tired groan and tried to go back to sleep, but his pulsing cock was irritating him so badly.

God he needed to see you.

Three days later he was finally coming home. You had cleaned up the house for his arrival, also taking initiative to pick up his favorite dinner. You were ready to have a night in, catching up with your boyfriend, but Sae had other plans.

As soon as he unlocked the door to your apartment, you jumped off the living room couch and hopped over to the door, awaiting his entrance. He pushed the door open and all you could notice were the bags under his eyes. Had he not slept well? Poor thing!

You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I missed you, baby.”

See stood there for a moment, taking in your presence before leaning down to ravish on your lips. His hands found themselves around your waist as he deepened the kiss, not daring to let go of you.

You pulled away to breathe but he abruptly pulled you back in, not sparing even a second.

“S-Sae,” you try to move but he doesn’t let you, tightening his grip even more. After a few minutes he finally lets go of you, “Been wanting to do that for a while.”

Your pupils are blown wide as you stare back at his bored ones. “Y-yeah I think I could tell, did you miss me that much?” He scoffs at your tease, “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” But he leans in again, this time whispering something in your ear.

“Bedroom. Now.”

His words had hunger behind them, like if you disobeyed there would be hell to pay. “But the food is going to get cold, I picked up your favorite.” The pout on your face was making it even harder for Sae to contain himself, instead of trying to fight you, he just grabbed your wrist and pulled you there himself. There was no way he was letting you be a brat tonight.

Sae pinned you to the bed, immediately targeting your neck. He was biting and sucking everywhere, marking you up so everyone would know that you were his. You ran your fingers through his hair, only turning him on more.

He used his knee to split your legs open and that’s when you felt his hard cock poking your abdomen through his sweatpants. You had no clue of the effect you had over him. He let go of your neck and started undressing you quickly.

“Sae slow down!” your voice can’t be heard by him anymore, he is too focused on burying himself in you after so long. “Shut up,” he growls while throwing your shirt across the bedroom, making quick work of your bra as well. You paw at his shirt but he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, “you’re going to be a good girl and only do what I say, okay?”

His tone is almost condescending, but you ignore it, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t as turned on as him right now. He sinks his hand down into the waistband of your lounge shorts, circling your clothed clit. You bite down on your lip, more sensitive than usual due to how long it has been since you were last touched there.

Amusement wells up in Sae’s eyes, “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” You let go of your lip and small whimpers fall out, “n-no I—ngh”

Sae pinched the bundle of nerves, leaving it impossible for you to think. “Use your words, it’s pathetic you’re acting like this from some over the clothes touching.”

You fight back the urge to punch him for that, and get out the words you’ve been wanting to say. “No—i’ve been a g-good girl for you.” Your words make Sae let out a small smirk. Deciding he had enough teasing you, he pulls down your shorts and underwear in one tug. You flinch at the feeling of the cold air hitting you, your cunt already drooling. “So wet f’me,” Sae stared at the slick running down your pussy to your ass.

“Get on all fours,” he commands, not giving out a second to think before grabbing your waist and flipping you on your stomach. Out of instinct, you arched your back just right for him, giving him the perfect angle of your ass.

He collects your arousal on his fingers and pushes two inside of your cunt without warning. The moan you let out is needy, your hole sucking his fingers so good. “Your pussy missed me, what a slut,” Sae spits out while fucking his fingers in and out of you without letting you adjust.

“M-More, fuck, Saeee,” your cries get louder and he scissors his fingers in you, trying to stretch you out a bit before you take him. Just as he curls up into your g-spot he stops, leaving you whining. Sae pulls out his fingers and just looks at the mess he made of your cunt before pressing his chest to your back and grabbing your chin, and making you look back at him. “Open.” You listen to him and open your mouth only for him to shove the fingers he fucked into you in your mouth. You lick them clean, the taste of yourself making you moan. “Disgusting,” Sae murmurs, but his eyes tell another story. He can’t stop staring at the way you suck his fingers so obediently. He realizes right then he can’t take anymore.

He pulls his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out, after being pent up for so long it hurt to even touch. Sae winced at the air hitting it, a low groan leaving his quiet lips. Again, without warning he shoved his entire length inside of you. The scream you let out was loud, loud enough that the neighbors would definitely complain the next day.

But none of it mattered in the moment, all you could think about was how good the burn from the stretch felt, and how badly you wanted to cum. After a moment to let you take in the feeling of his whole cock, Sae began to thrust in and out, immediately going at a godly speed. He leaned over you and grabbed the back of your neck, just like in his dream, making you a drooling cock-whore for him. “T-too much,” tears formed in your eyes at the fast pace Sae was pumping into you, but he didn’t care. You deserved this for all of the photos you posted.

Sae could feel himself coming closer to his climax, but he had to make sure you came before him. He let go of your neck and leaned back a bit, his sights set on your ass, more specifically the small hole right above your cunt. You’ve never done anal before, but he decided tonight would be the perfect time. Just as you began to feel the start of your orgasm, you felt something wet slide down your ass cheeks, you whimpered at the cold liquid. You had no clue what was happening, fucked out of your mind.

Sae had spit down on your ass as a form of lubricant before slipping the tip of his thumb in your puckered hole. “FUCK—S-SAE,” you started crying at the foreign feeling. It was too much, his unfair thrusts and now his intrusion had you seeing stars.

“C’mon baby, you can take it, be good for me.” Sae pushed his whole thumb in, working your asshole open while keeping up his pace in your cunt. He felt you clench down on him and knew he had won.

“C-CUMMING!” you scream, feeling zero control over your bodily senses. Sae keeps fucking you through the orgasm as you come off your high. With one last thrust he released his load into you, a groan following it.

All that could be heard were your loud pants as you tried to catch your breath. Sae pulled out both his thumb and cock from your holes, leaving you empty. As soon as he stopped supporting you, you collapsed onto the bed, legs shaking from the pleasure. “I’ll run you a bath,” Sae leans down to whisper in your ear. You turned to look at his face and immediately noticed the glow he had now. Your pussy really did have an effect on him.

You hummed in acknowledgment as he left the room to get the bath started.

Maybe you should post pictures of yourself more often.

(this is what i live for)

[kxsagi]

“𝐛𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞”

a/n: wait, if sae is a new gen 11 and plays for re al (real madrid), but never wants to play for japan, then does that mean he never wants to play in the world cup? 😭

ac is from here

synopsis: sae doesn’t care about anyone else but his girlfriend. 

he scores the final goal in additional time, taking his team to the lead 2-1. all it takes is the final whistle to blow and the stadium erupts. cameras chase him from every angle, reporters are already rehearsing questions, children lean so far over the barricades they nearly topple into the pitch with jerseys and sharpies clutched in hopeful hands. 

sae doesn’t really notice it all. 

someone from the media calls his name. a sponsor tries to wave him over for a photo. one of his teammates laughs and says, "you're getting hunted again." 

he doesn't answer. you're already waiting where you always wait, just beyond the tunnel with your hands stuffed into your jacket pockets, smiling before he even reaches you. 

it's almost funny how quickly his expression changes. the sharpness leaves first. then the exhaustion. his shoulders, tense from 90 minutes of carrying expectations that never seemed to end, finally loosen. 

"good game," you say softly. 

"i know." 

you roll your eyes. "humble as always." 

"you still showed up." 

"of course i did. how could i not?" 

that's enough. he steps in without asking, forehead dropping against your shoulder for just a second. he knows there’s cameras all around, but he’s not doing it for that. you're the only place where silence actually feels quiet. 

behind him, someone calls, "itoshi! one interview!" 

another voice follows. "sae! over here!" 

he doesn't even turn around. 

"they're calling you," you mumble. 

"they can wait." 

"they've been waiting." 

"they'll survive." 

you laugh under your breath, shaking your head. "you're difficult." 

"i’ve been told." 

his fingers find yours automatically, interlocking them like muscle memory, already guiding you toward the exit while security scrambles to redirect the crowd. 

"where are we going?" you ask. 

"home." 

"don't you have obligations?" 

he finally glances back, but not at the cameras, reporters, or the thousands of people chanting his name. just at you. 

"i finished the important one." 

and with that, the best player on the pitch walks away from the entire world without a second thought, because to sae, everyone else can have the footballer. 

you get the man. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[cryopie]

soft drunk sae apologizing to you

more ooc sae / wc: 811

Being in a distance relationship is one of the most exhausting things ever

It turns every missed call into a heavy silence and every delayed reply into a reason to be annoyed

The two of you had been fighting for weeks, until the last argument that spiraled into something ugly and unbearable, leaving you both with sharp, stinging words that lingered even after the screen went black

It had been a few weeks since you last spoke. Even when his name lit up your screen two days ago, you just turned your phone down on the nightstand, staring at the ceiling, unable to stomach another fight

You were too tired to keep trying

It was past midnight and all you wanted was to sleep

As your eyes finally began to give in, a violent thudding shook your front door

Your heart hammered against your ribs, the sound echoing in the hollow silence of your apartment

It wasn’t a polite knock of a neighbor, it was a heavy, persistent and entirely too aggressive for this hour

Adrenaline spiked and your first instinct was to grab the nearest weapon you could find, a plastic kitchen broom you found in the hallway

You hovered by the door, your knuckles white as you gripped the handle

Even though you were scared to death, you had to face whatever nightmare was on the other side

“Who’s there?” you shouted, your voice trembling as you gripped the handle tighter “I’m calling the police!”

A beat of silence followed, then a raspy, slurred familiar voice drifted through the door

“Knock knock”

You blinked, the tension in your arms leaving slowly as it had arrived “Sae, is that you?”

“Knock knock” he repeated, ignoring your question with a stubborn, drunken persistence

“Sae? You’re supposed to be in Spain. Are you ..are you drunk?"

“You’re supposed to say who’s there” he slurred, his voice heavy with annoyance

You let out a frustrated breath, leaning your forehead against the door “..Who’s there?”

“Your boyfriend” you could practically hear his drunken, lopsided smile through the door “Now let me in”

You threw the lock and swung the door open but the words you’d prepared died in your throat

He was leaning heavily against the doorframe, looking like a disaster

His bangs were falling straight over his eyes which were bloodshot from a mixture of exhaustion and what looked like suspiciously unshed tears, smelling strongly of expensive alcohol

He stumbled inward, nearly colliding with your shoulder as you caught him, his presence overwhelming the space

“You idiot” you whispered, your heart aching “Why are you even here?"

Sae didn’t answer, he just looked at you, his gaze falling over each of your features, memorizing your face

He wandered towards the sofa, pulling you with him as he collapsed onto the cushions

He didn’t let go of your hand, his glossy eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your breath catch

“Why didn’t you answer me?” he murmured, the silence stretching between you

“I’m sorry” he paused, his expression crumbling “The fight.. it was .. I don’t know. I hated not hearing from you. Don’t do that again”

Your heart ached at the words “I’m sorry too” you murmured, reaching to brush his bangs from his eyes ”I shouldn’t have ignored you, I was hurt..but I missed you"

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes “Just stay” he whispered, his voice rough “The world’s already exhausting, I don’t need us making it worse”

He looked at you as if you were the only solid thing in his life, his thumb reaching out to trace your lower lip

''Can I..” he hesitated, a ghost of his usual arrogance flickering for a second before being swallowed by longing ”May I kiss you? Please“

You just nodded and before you could even respond he dropped to his knees on the rug. His hands sliding to your waist to anchor himself to you, pressing his face into your chest for a brief second, clearly revealed that you hadn’t turned him away

Then he looked up again, his expression softening into something devastatingly sincere

He leaned forward, capturing your lips with a desperation that tasted like apology and need for all the time spent apart. It was deep, lingering and unhurried

He finally pulled away, his forehead pressed into yours, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, afraid you might disappear

“I’m done with the distance” he whispered, his lips trailing towards your jaw

You were done too, unable to stay away from him any longer. You were happy he felt the same

He wasn’t the type to be soft always but he was certainly the type to fly across an ocean just to prove he was still yours

thank you for reading˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

cute divider from @/cursed-carmine

[kaitris3]

‎| DOUBLE TROUBLE ‎ᯓ★

‎CONTEXT: married to itoshi Sae with him waking up to the twins needing extra care at midnight

‎it was around that night, maybe a vivid 2-3:01 am; when itoshi Sae woke up to the most ear piercing wails he's ever heard

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‎scrambling the duvets and tugging it next to you whispering that he'll handle the twins this time as he makes his way to the nursery room, he's heard 80,000 people chanting his name and the shouting—we can't forget that.

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‎Nonetheless, the loudness can't compare to his two little bundles, (twins) of course he loves them unconditionally, in a way that any father would.

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‎except for one thing; that he has a habit of being around them while grumbling under his breath muttering that the two are annoying to be around with

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‎which by the way, when he's asked 'Do you love your kids?' he'd give that reporter an roaming eye head to toe as if he's assessing their worth to ask 'such a thing' "Of course I do, what makes you think that?" he'd reply back

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‎when he finally reached the nursery, the first thing he notices are the two flailing their fists into the air while wailing their lungs out

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‎thinking that 'Are they hungry?' or 'Did they wet themselves?'

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‎he scooped the two and began rocking them, more like bumping them up and down and making the two bawl— he genuinely didn't know what to do

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‎"Stop crying. it's a waste of oxygen."

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‎murmuring with a hushing tone, trying his best not to wake you up and take care of the two when he doesn't want you to be the only one doing the work

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‎but still, since it's his first time being a father of two, he had to discreetly buy and read a book about parenting or anything related to taking care a newborn; maybe not a newborn

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‎grabbing the bottle next to their cribs and feeding the first twin as he tries to calm the other

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‎soon enough; the wails had turned into a whimper and sniffles, Sae thought to himself that he'd done a good job before he gently but slowly place the bundle inside the crib

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‎and then heard the crying again, and the two—of course copy pasted the other, he couldn't help but rub the bridge of his nose in exasperation

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‎but seeing you lean on the doorframe was definitely the last thing he wants to see after whispering 'Go to sleep, I'll handle the two.'

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‎"Why aren't you sleep yet?"

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‎"Nothing, it's just that I'm still hearing a little crying; maybe you need a little help"

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‎he pauses, looking at the twin stirring in his arms then back at you— he spots that mask you put on when tired, but still pulling yourself up, he doesn't want that

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‎"The crying stopped 5 minutes ago, you're hearing echoes because you're exhausted. go to sleep."

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‎you curve a smile , the one that reaches your eyes, walking over and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheeks against his shoulder blade

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‎"I'll leave you to it then."

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‎when you finally left and clicked the door close, he opened the book that was propped against a cardboard box, this time following the instructions on how to rock a baby to sleep properly

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‎and finally after a few 30 ish minutes, he finally got the last twin to sleep; brushing the baby hairs on their forehead before leaving

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‎rewinding the time when someone suggested a caretaker—he wouldn't hire one to do the job, the idea never passed through his mind, knowing well he'd rather be exhausted taking care the twins than hand them to someone he doesn't know

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a/n: I like the idea of him being a father of two 🥹✌️ I MEANNN

me non non's claiming this fic as yours chugging it to ai ect kaitris3

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[vmlnrzmp4]

⟡ ── my precious, oblivious girl | BLUE LOCK

itoshi sae ˖ ⁠♡

eight year old sae never liked waiting.

he was so close to throwing little stones on your window. sadly, there were no stones. so he dug into his pocket, taking out a fist full of hard candies. and he threw them at your window.

he had a frown on his face when he sees you walk out of the door. trying to hide that blush on his face, covering it up with an angry expression his little self could muster when he sees you in those two stupid braids, and the sundress you look so adorable in.

"what's your excuse this time?" he asks, referring to why you were late, "and what are you hiding behind your back?"

you smile, showing him the little camera, "papa got this for me..."

"tch. it's nothing interesting—"

"smile for me, sae."

"what—"

click!

and that was the very first picture you took in your camera. a cute, confused, surprised itoshi sae.

sae learned very quickly that you were gonna annoy him. for him to become your model. he never saw you this hyper before. it's like you got ten times more energized when you got the camera.

"sae! try to look cool!"

"sae not like that!"

"sae like this!"

"sae do a handstand!"

sae groans, absolutely not liking it. cause why are you telling him to do a handstand in the middle of a field?...of flowers ofcourse.

"can i try? handstand!" little rin tried, failing but he looked so adorable, you took pictures of him.

sae groaned, walking to you to turn the camera to himself, "not him. me."

sae was outside your place, ready to throw candies again when you already peeped out of the window, the candy hitting your head. you let out an ow, rubbing where you got hit.

you invited sae in. it was his very first time at your place. sae placed the candies in the bowl nearby, watching as you sat cross legged infront of the mirror, braiding your hair, tongue poking out in concentration.

"this is why you're late every time? you braid your hair so slow..."

you were too focused to pay attention to his words.

sae simply leans back on his palms, looking at you, popping the candies in his mouth once in a while, even feeding you time to time.

when you were done with setting your hair, you looked at him, smiling, "all done."

and sae pretends he never blushed, his cheeks puffed with embarrassment and candies.

you'd bring the same candies you both loved so much to after his practice sessions. he never shared them with anyone. not even rin.

sae never let anyone make fun of you. not about the silly candies, not about the silly camera you carried, not about your silly braids, not about the silly braid you'd absentmindedly make on the lower back ends of sae's hair. just like how astrid would braid for hiccup.

you and sae were glued to each other the whole childhood.

ofcourse he allowed that.

he was sick in love with you.

so when he told you it was time he went abroad for some soccer reasons you couldn't really grasp. cause you were already feeling so so sad, not wanting him to leave.

"sae...will you take pictures in spain?"

he wanted to say yes. but instead, he said that he'll be busy.

"sae..." you opened your arms, your eyes teary. he didn't hesitate to hug you, earning a gasp from little rin when you kissed sae's cheek.

"don't miss me, ok?" sae held your hand, and when he let go, there was that candy in your palm you liked the most.

you shook your head cause how are you supposed to not miss him?

that was the first time you cried for sae.

the second time was when you didn't feel the same for him anymore when he returned years later.

you don't know what happened.

still, you cried, cause you yourself didn't know what emotion you were feeling. you were too oblivious.

you grew up, getting used to flowers and sceneries. you'd stand in the middle of fields, taking pictures with a better camera your papa got you.

but you never allowed itoshi sae to peep into the camera again. never told him to model for you.

everytime you'd shrug him off, he'd ignore the annoyance.

that's till it happened again after the u-20 japan vs blue lock match.

everything all together was overwhelming.

so if you ignore or shrug him off again, he'd do something stupid.

and you ignore, turning the other way.

and he did something stupid.

something he never did before. something he didn't allow anyone to do.

he tugged on your braid.

"y/n," he calls sternly. you look at him and he pretended he didn't feel the warmth in his heart. the sundress you wore, the camera in your hands, the braides and the stupid silly cute adorable frown on your face, "im sorry."

you were used to simple things. flowers and sceneries, yeah. not this expensive restaurant. you almost felt embarrassed that you didn't wear something that matched the aesthetic.

"you look good," sae said softly.

you felt relieved. but you don't face at him. feeling too shy shy, "don't look at me like ive something stuck on my face."

"you have."

"what? where?"

"i lied."

you pause. eyebrows knitting together as you exhale, "you're not funny sae."

sae knows. it was a lame attempt to make you smile. didn't work apparently.

"i pretended a lot," sae starts, "i will stop that now only if you stop."

you blink. confused. so so confused, "what did i pretend?"

"that you don't like me."

your eyes go wide and your face goes tomato red. and you asked for proof. yes. proof and evidence that he found where you liked him.

"you cried because of me," sae gives a reason, "twice."

"listen, sae. one because you left. two because you were so mean."

"...i know. but i already said made up for that," sae defends, "your camera roll is full of me. you can't deny you didn't like me," he gives a other bit of evidence. oh and the debate starts. back and fourth.

"i take pictures of everything."

"you braided my hair."

"i love braiding. it calms me down."

"you cried when i was leaving."

"you're being mean—"

"you hugged me."

"i hug everyone."

"you kissed me."

"sae—"

"you liked me."

you open your mouth to deny but he flicks your forehead before you could defend yourself.

"how are you so oblivious, you dumb girl?"

"you're being cruel, sae."

"i'll confess."

he does. he doesn't go into detail. cause he doesn't know how to. he's as bad with emotions as much as you're oblivious with them.

what he doesn't confess: that your braids always made his heart flutter. your sundress he always found cute. your puffed and chubby cheekies when you got mad, the smile when you'd be satisfied with after taking pictures, your cute face when you cried for him and only him, your happy face eating the candies you both loved so much, your fingers that ran through his hair before you braided them, and how your overall sweet n soft spoken self made his heart race.

but what he did confess was short and simple. he was sick in love with you ever since childhood.

time passed so much that the candies from childhood were not being sold anywhere.

but the field of the flowers remained healthy.

you left the camera home. but the spirit of photography never left you. you didn't need a camera. your phone did the thing just fine as the two of you sat.

"sae," you smile innocently. the one he'd fall for everytime, "come here."

you tuck a little flower behind his ear.

he huffs, doing the same.

and you take a selfie, thinking he'd hate it for being too cheesy.

"...you took a picture of me after so long," he says, "send that to me."

"sae. why are you being so..."

"so what?"

"so romantic?"

really? you call that romantic? then sae showed you what real romance is.

you yelp when he hovered over you.

"you just noticed that im being romantic? stupid oblivious girl."

"sae—"

and he did something even more romantic.

he kissed you.

[ka1rin]

sae itoshi x reader , genre: smut

Synopsis: Massaging your dear fiancé Sae after a grueling day at training, but the atmosphere shifts, and his dick hardens, indicating a need for some massage as well.

You’re sitting on top of Sae Itoshi, your fiancé, your hands skillfully working to relieve the tension in his muscles, he lets out a low moan as you reach his shoulders, his body relaxing under your touch. You move down to his chest, your hands kneading the flesh, making him groan.

As you move back to massage his abdomen, you can feel something hard pressing against your ass. You pause, your heart skipping a beat. You look back, and you can see the outline of his cock straining against his pants. You bite your lip, your mind racing.

You turn around, your back—now facing Sae Itoshi—and start massaging his legs, working your way down to his calves. You can feel his eyes on you (specifically your ass), and you grin to yourself, knowing what's coming next.

You reach his calves while you’re straddling Sae's waist, his cock pressing against you through his pants. You grin, your hands gripping Sae's thighs as you start to move, grinding against him, feeling his cock harden even more. "Like this, Sae?" you tease, your voice low and sultry.

"Fuck you," Sae growls, as you slowly peel off your panties, revealing your already wet pussy. You smirk, then turn your attention to him, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down in one fluid motion. His cock springs free, hard and ready, and you wrap your hand around the tip, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Is this what you wanted, Sae?" you tease, your voice low and sultry.

His breath catches in his throat as you wrap your hand around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. He can feel the heat of your hand, the softness of your skin, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through him.

You position yourself above him, guiding his cock to your entrance, and he can feel the wetness of your pussy, the heat of it, and it's all he can do to not thrust up into you.

You suddenly drop down, taking him in to the hilt, and moan loudly. He curses, his hands gripping your hips tightly from the sudden jolt of pleasure. "Shit, why'd you do that?" he growls, his voice hoarse with desire.

His cock fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way. You begin to move, riding him with a desperation you've never felt before. You bounce up and down, your hips moving in a frantic rhythm, chasing the pleasure that's just out of reach. He grips your waist tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh, pulling you down onto him with each thrust.

“Sae, fuck,” you moan, your pussy clenching around his cock as you ride him faster, desperately chasing your orgasm. His nails dig into your waist, leaving marks, as he grunts in pleasure. “Cum with me,” he murmurs, your body tensing as your orgasm nears.

His hips start to move in time with yours, meeting you thrust for thrust. You can feel the heat building between you, your moans and gasps filling the room. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, and you know he's close.

His thrusts become erratic, matching your own sloppy rhythm. You can feel him swelling inside you, his grip on your waist tightening. "Fuck, I'm close," he grunts, his voice strained. With one final, deep thrust, he cums, his cock pulsing inside you as your body convulses as you ride out your own orgasm. You collapse onto his thighs, both of you panting and covered in sweat.

“So, Sae, what did you think of my massage?” you ask, breathless.

He catches his breath and says, “I believe you enjoyed it more than I did.”

[lucidsei]

18+ angry sex with sae . . . ❤︎

itoshi sae is the scariest when he’s mad. he gets terrifyingly silent, even more quiet than he usually is. and to top it all off, he doesn’t say anything at all — just takes it out on you with his actions.

“saeee, ‘m sorryyy! unnhh—ah—mmh—‘s too much!” this was the third round, and you couldn’t hold on any longer. but it didn’t seem like he was done yet, and that meant that you’d have to take another rough pounding session from him until he’s satisfied.

“you can take it.” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly. the smacks, a result of the collision of your ass and his pelvis, filled the room with obscene plapping noises, alongside the wet, squelchy noises from your cunt. “you should be able to take it after being a brat all day, right?”

“sae—‘m sorry—“ you gasped, his thrusts suddenly getting slower until he pulled out just enough, leaving only his tip in before slamming back in again extremely hard. a loud moan escaped your lips as you collapsed forward, leaving your head buried in the pillows. “you’re sorry?” he asked. his tone was as if he didn’t believe you, as if he wanted you to convince him, or rather show him how sorry you were.

“mhm, hnn—sorry, sae—nnghh!” you babbled as he continued thrusting into you agonisingly slowly yet roughly, causing your body to tremble from the mixture of pleasure and need. your hips instinctively backed up against his, trying to get all the friction you needed. “‘m so close, sae—gonna cum!”

“brats don’t get to cum.” he said, before stopping his movements. he leaned forward, his chest touching your back as he whispered in your ear. “how sorry are you?” his voice, so low, so sultry, sent shivers down your spine. your walls clenched around him, and you knew that he felt it too, earning a chuckle from him. “come on, answer me.”

“‘m sorry, sae! i’ll be good—please, i wanna cum—“ and before you could finish your sentence, he thrusted into you again, his pace a drastic difference from before. “fuck, sae—! fuck fuck fuck—“ he was going much faster this time — your choked moans and tears were proof of how ruined you were. “even now, you’re only thinking about yourself still. you wanna cum, baby?”

“y—yeah! i wanna cum, sae, please please please—!” you babbled, seemingly fucked stupid. “be a good girl f’me after this, okay?” and when you so eagerly nodded — giving him repeated “mhm’s” in response, he finally gave you what you wanted, kissing you as you spilled all over his cock.

“so pathetic, baby. behave yourself from now on, yeah?”

© lucidsei

[pawcider]

SAE X PREGNANT READER HEADCANONS ( plain fluff )

won’t say it, but he’s obsessed with how you look

you’ll catch him staring when you’re not paying attention. like dead quiet, propped on his elbow in bed, just watching the curve of your stomach move while you scroll on your phone in a tiny tank top and his boxers.

“you’re weird,” you mumble when you notice.

he shrugs. “you’re round. it’s hot.”

he doesn’t even pretend it’s about the baby at first. he’s just very into the idea that you’re his. his hoodie, his ring, his kid. it does something to him.

secretly tracks your cravings

he doesn’t say anything. just starts coming home with things you mentioned once, offhandedly. mango sorbet. strawberry milk. sour gummies.

“how’d you know i wanted this?”

“you said it in your sleep.”

you absolutely didn’t. he just listens to you more than you think.

won’t let you carry anything

you once tried to carry a grocery bag and he snatched it out of your hand like you’d just picked up a live grenade.

“you think i’m made of glass,” you pouted.

“no. i think you’re reckless and stupid when you’re hungry.”

but he still loads the bags, unpacks everything, organizes the fridge—grumbling the whole time while you sit on a stool and eat ice chips.

has zero patience for your whining—except he gives you everything anyway

“sae, my back hurts.”

“so does mine. i still got up and trained for two hours.”

pause.

then he rolls his eyes and starts rubbing your lower back like you didn’t just complain five times in one hour.

constantly checks the app like it’s a match schedule

secretly downloaded that pregnancy tracking app you showed him, even though he acted like he didn’t care.

“you’re the size of a papaya today,” he says at breakfast, deadpan.

you blink. “me?”

“no, idiot. the baby.”

he gets clingy when you sleep without him.

he’ll pretend he doesn’t care, but if you fall asleep curled up on the couch without him, he’ll just… hover. arms crossed. looking offended.

eventually just scoops you up without asking, muttering, “you’re gonna hurt your back like that,” as he carries you to bed.

lays behind you and puts a hand over your stomach like a seatbelt.

won’t say he missed you—but kisses the back of your neck until you stir a little.

already calls you mama just to see your ears turn red.

not in a sweet way. in a low, teasing, mouth-against-your-neck kind of way.

“what’s wrong, mama?” when you’re flustered and can’t find your lipgloss.

“mama looks real cute like this,” when your shirt rides up.

“c’mon, say it. say you want me, mama.”