Your eyes snapped open instantly. Without thinking, you reached behind you, your hand gliding over the mattress in search of something familiar.
Warm, toned skin.
Sae.
Not what you were looking for.
Your hand continued to wander over the blankets, your brows slowly knitting together as your search grew more frantic.
“…What’s wrong?” Sae asked, his voice low and rough with sleep.
He turned onto his side, lazily wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you against his chest. His warm breath brushed the back of your neck as he buried his face into your hair.
“Go back to sleep,” he mumbled, already closing his eyes again.
“I can’t.”
You slipped out of his hold and sat up, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. They swept across the bed.
Nothing.
You climbed out of bed, crossed the room, and flicked on the light.
Sae let out an annoyed groan, shielding his eyes with the back of his hand.
“Where is he?“
You planted your hands on your hips.
“…Who?”
He didn’t even bother looking at you.
“You know exactly who I mean.”
Sae sighed dramatically before finally cracking one eye open.
“The shrimp?”
“Yes. Sheldon.”
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Sheldon? Your stuffed shrimp actually has a name?”
“Of course he does. His name is Sheldon Shrimp.”
You said it with complete seriousness, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Hm.”
Sae closed his eye again.
“Maybe Sheldon Shrimp decided he’d rather spend one night away from you. Lucky for you, you’ve still got Sae Itoshi.”
“I don’t want to spend the night without Sheldon.”
“Life’s unfair.”
His answer was so flat that it only made you glare harder.
“Where did you hide him?”
There was genuine concern in your voice now.
You couldn’t shake the horrible thought that Sae had done something to your favorite plush.
“I never said I hid him.”
He sounded far too innocent.
“And why would I?”
“Saaae.”
You dragged out his name with a frustrated whine.
“We can’t sleep like this.”
“I could.”
He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at you with that usual calm, unreadable expression.
“I’d actually sleep better if my adorable girlfriend hugged me instead of a stuffed shrimp.”
You blinked.
“We can cuddle all together… if you’re nice to Sheldon.”
Sae stared at you for a long moment.
“…I’ll pass.”
“So?”
You crossed your arms.
“Where is he?”
He let out another quiet sigh.
“In the closet.”
Without another word, you hurried over and opened it.
Sure enough, Sheldon Shrimp was sitting neatly on one of the shelves.
You smiled triumphantly, hugged your beloved shrimp tightly against your chest, switched the light back off, and climbed into bed again.
Satisfied, you tucked Sheldon safely between you and the blanket before instinctively reaching for Sae’s arm, wrapping yourself around it as well.
For a brief moment, neither of you spoke.
Then you felt it.
The slightest twitch at the corner of Sae’s mouth.
A smile.
Tiny enough that he’d deny it if you ever mentioned it.
You smiled to yourself, cuddling both Sheldon and Sae a little closer.
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.
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.
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 and lingering
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
NOTE: I was planning on a short one but this actually became a bit of a monster. I just think hybrids are so cutesy. Also this has been collecting dust in my drafts for so long so I’m glad I can finally post it 😭 lmk if theirs an interest in more parts (or more characters…)
The "Second Chance Foundation" was a high-end, end-of-life care organization for rescued hybrids, creatures who had been chewed up and spat out by the darkest corners of the world.
Being well-off meant you had the resources to provide a luxurious, peaceful retirement for a hybrid in need. You had come today simply hoping to give comfort to a soul that needed it, and becuase living by yourself has started to get a bit lonely.
Most rooms held elderly canine hybrids snoozing in the sun, or gentle feline hybrids who offered soft, melancholic blinks as you passed.
Then, you reached the isolation corridor at the very end.
The plaque on the heavy, reinforced door read Stall 10: RIN.
Unlike the cozy, nested spaces of the other residents, the scene behind the reinforced glass of Stall 10 was a disaster zone. The Plush blankets, the kind meant to soothe aching joints, had been shredded into useless, fluffy confetti. The heavy wooden enrichment blocks were splintered, clawed to absolute ruin.
In the furthest, darkest corner of the room sat the culprit.
He was a rare breed of hybrid, feline, sleek, and dangerously large. His midnight-teal hair fell over sharp, hooded eyes that gleamed, he was clearly defensive. Two dark, tufted ears were pinned flat against his head. A long, ringed tail lashed rhythmically against the floor, a ticking time bomb of agitation.
But the most striking, heartbreaking detail was his face. Or what was on it.
A heavy, leather-and-wire muzzle was strapped securely over his jaw, forcing his mouth shut.
"Ah, you're looking at Rin," a soft voice spoke up. You turned to see a tired-looking staff attendant carrying a clipboard, a sympathetic look on their face.
"What happened in there?" you asked quietly, gesturing to the ruined bedding.
The attendant sighed, flipping through some kind of files.
"He’s a very rare, incredibly volatile predator species. We rescued him from an underground fighting ring called 'Blue Lock.' It was a brutal place, hybrids were forced to fight to the death for human entertainment. Rin was one of their top performers. He was actually rescued alongside his older brother, Sae."
You blinked, surprised. "Sae? The one who was adopted by Shido— I mean football player last month?"
"The very same," the attendant nodded. "But while Sae adapted quickly and learned to manipulate—er, navigate —human society to get what he wanted, Rin hasn’t been showing the same aptitude. He went the opposite direction. He’s completely closed himself off. We’re thinking it was the fighting rink, and when Sae left, Rin's issues turned into pure aggression. He destroys every comfort we give him, and he refuses to eat unless left entirely alone."
You looked back through the glass. Rin hadn't broken eye contact with you. He looked miserable, furious, and terribly lonely, trapped behind a barrier and a muzzle.
"Can I go inside?" you asked, turning back to the attendant. "Just to sit with him for a moment?"
The attendant’s eyes widened, and they immediately shook their head, stepping between you and the door.
"Absolutely not. I'm sorry, but we have to decline that request. Usually, we encourage adopters to interact directly with the hybrids, but Rin is a special exception. He’s muzzled for a reason. He’s incredibly dangerous, and the moment that door opens, he will lung to kill. I'm afraid he's just... unadoptable."
Through the glass, as if he knew exactly what the human was saying about him, Rin bared his teeth behind the wire mesh of his muzzle, letting out a low, vibrating growl that shook the windowpane.
—
Despite the attendant’s grim warning, you couldn’t get Rin out of your head. For the next three days, you returned to the Second Chance Foundation at the exact same hour. The staff still wouldn’t let you inside his stall, but you simply brought a comfortable cushion, sat right on the linoleum floor outside Stall 10, and worked on your tablet or read a book, keeping him quiet company.
At first, Rin ignored you, keeping his back turned and his tufted ears pinned flat. By the second day, he was watching you from his corner. By the third day, the low, hostile growls had subsided into a tense, wary silence. He was still a tense coiled spring, but he was no longer treating you like an immediate threat.
On the fourth morning, you arrived to find the isolation corridor thick with a heavy, suffocating tension. The staff attendant who had first spoken to you was standing outside Rin's door, looking pale and holding a specialized sedative pole.
"What's going on?" you asked, a sudden knot forming in your stomach.
The attendant looked at you, a mixture of guilt and exhaustion in their eyes. "I'm sorry Miss. It's Rin's monthly evaluation. Under sanctuary guidelines, if a high-risk hybrid shows zero signs of rehabilitation or behavioral improvement within their term, and poses a continuous lethal threat to staff... they have to be humanely put down. His time is up today."
Inside the room, Rin seemed to sense the shifting energy. He was on his feet, his long tail lashing violently, his chest heaving behind the leather straps of his muzzle as he stared at the sedation equipment. He looked terrified, masked by a desperate, feral rage. He knew what was coming.
"No you can’t," you said firmly, stepping between the attendant and the door. "He isn't unadoptable. He just needs a reason to stop being like this. Let me take him."
"We can't just—"
"I have the financial resources, I have a secure estate, and I have the time," you interrupted, your voice leaving no room for argument. "If he stays here, he dies. If he comes with me, he has a chance. Give me the paperwork."
The attendant hesitated, looking from your determined expression to the, hybrid pacing behind the glass. With a heavy sigh, they lowered the sedative pole. "You'll have to sign a full liability waiver. If he hurts you, the foundation is not responsible."
"Bring it.”
The legal process was a blur of warnings and frantic signing. The staff reluctantly processed the adoption papers, treating the transaction more like anything but a standard pet adoption.
"Listen to me carefully," the attendant said, handing you the keys to a heavy-duty transport crate after you signed the final page. "Because of his history in Blue Lock, sudden changes will trigger his fight-or-flight reflex. You must move him into his new environment slowly. Keep him in a secure, isolated room of your house first. Do not try to take the muzzle off until he willingly lets you approach, or he will take your hand off. Let him realize he's safe on his own terms."
A few minutes later, three heavily armored handlers managed to guide a sedated, but still weakly snapping Rin into the secure transport vehicle. As the doors locked, you looked through the small grated window of the crate. His eyes were half-lidded from the drugs, glaring up at you with a heartbreaking look. He thought he was being taken to another fighting ring, or worse, his execution.
You took a deep breath, putting the car in drive. "Hang in there, Rin," you whispered to the rearview mirror. “I’m taking you home.”
—
The drive home was quiet, save for the low, drug-induced rumbles echoing from the transport crate in the back. Once home, it took the handlers nearly an hour of meticulous coordination to transfer Rin into his new room. You’d chosen a spacious, sunlit guest room on the ground floor, entirely retrofitted for his arrival.
Every piece of furniture was heavy and rounded, devoid of sharp edges or glass. The closet was fully stocked with soft, oversized loungewear, and the walls were decorated in calming, neutral tones. But most importantly, before the handlers left, you had insisted on one modification. You couldn't legally remove his restraint yet, but you absolutely refused to let him wear that barbaric, rusty wire contraption from the sanctuary.
A few hours later, the heavy silence of the room broke.
Rin stirred, his long, ringed tail twitching before his eyes snapped open. The sedative had finally worn off. Instantly, he scrambled backward into the corner of the room, his back hitting the wall as his ears pinned flat against his midnight-teal hair. His chest heaved as he took in his surroundings, the carpets, the space, and the lack of iron bars.
Then, his claws flew to his face.
His fingers brushed against lightweight, breathable silicone and padded leather. It was a different muzzle, one that didn't pinch his skin, giving him just enough room to breathe comfortably, though his jaw was still securely bound.
Hearing his frantic movements, you gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Rin instantly went rigid. A low, vibrating snarl rumbled in his chest, his eyes flashing with a warning.
"Hey," you said softly, staying right by the doorway. In your hands, you were clumsily clutching a thick binder—the Advanced Apex Hybrid Care Guide—and you were flipping through the pages so rapidly that a few loose sheets almost fluttered to the floor.
You looked down at the book, squinting, then looked up at him, attempting to follow the "Hostile Introduction" protocol. You lowered your shoulders, averted your eyes slightly to appear non-threatening, and took a slow, deliberate breath.
"Okay, let's see..." you mumbled to yourself, clearing your throat. You looked back at Rin. "Um. How does the new muzzle feel? Is it okay?"
Rin didn't move an inch, his gaze locked on you like a hawk tracking prey.
You offered a small, melancholic smile, gesturing faintly to his face. "I really wished I could have just taken it off completely. I asked them, but... the foundation rules are strict, and they wouldn't let me leave without it. The most they'd let me do was buy a more comfortable one from their medical store. I hope it's at least better than the last one."
Silence. Rin didn't reply, his jaw locked tight beneath the silicone strap, his tail continuing its angry, rhythmic slap against the floor.
Accepting that this would be a slow process, you didn't push any further.
You brought a soft cushion over to the furthest corner of the room, well out of his striking range, and sat down. You spent the entire afternoon right there. You read through the guidebook, occasionally trying to interact with him by rolling a soft enrichment ball across the carpet or speaking in a calm, ambient monologue about your day, but Rin remained a frozen statue, tracking your every breath.
When evening fell, you left the room briefly and returned with a heavy ceramic plate. The sanctuary had given you his specific dietary requirements, premium raw carnivore cuts that cost a small fortune, completely different from the cheap, generic mush he'd been fed at the fighting rink.
You set the plate down halfway between you and his corner, sliding it forward before backing away to your spot by the door.
Rin looked at the food, his nostrils flaring as the rich, scent hit him. His stomach gave an audible, betraying growl. Yet, he didn't budge. He glared at you, refusing to lower his guard or show vulnerability by eating in front of a human.
Seeing his hesitation, you flipped through the care guide once more, your eyes scanning the text. 'Rule 4: Do not hover during feeding. Fear-aggressive hybrids view observation as a threat of theft.'
"Right, got it," you murmured. You closed the binder and gripped the doorknob, giving Rin a warm, encouraging look. "I'm going to leave you alone to eat. Eat up and get strong again, okay? Once you're comfortable, we can finally go outside. I have a big backyard, and there's a really quiet park down the road we can visit."
With that, you stepped out and softly clicked the door shut behind you.
Left in total isolation, Rin waited for three full minutes, listening closely to ensure your footsteps had faded down the hall. Only then did he creep forward, his movements silent. He approached the plate cautiously, sniffing it before taking a tentative bite.
It was, without a doubt, the best thing he had ever tasted. The meat was fresh, tender, satisfying a deep, primal hunger he hadn't realized he had. He devoured the meal in a matter of minutes, licking the thing entirely clean.
Full, warm, and exhausted from the residual sedation, Rin dragged his long heavy limbs over to the massive, King-sized bed in the center of the room. He hesitated, clawing at the thick duvet as if expecting it to trap him, but as he gingerly climbed on top, the sheer, cloud-like softness of the mattress enveloped him.
He curled into a tight ball, his tufted ears finally relaxing just a fraction. As his eyelids grew heavy and sleep began to pull him under, his last lingering thought was of you, your clumsy guidebook, and your soft voice.
What a weird human, Rin thought faintly, burying his muzzle into the plush fabric. Stupidly lukewarm.
—
Weeks bled into a steady, comfortable routine.
Every morning, you would enter his room with the care guide tucked under your arm, more out of habit now than actual necessity, and every morning, Rin would watch you with those sharp, midnight-teal eyes. But the lethal tension in his shoulders was gone. His long, ringed tail no longer lashed against the floor in anger; instead, it twitched with a subtle, curious rhythm.
Slowly but surely, the distance between you shrunk. First it was a few inches, then a few feet, until finally, Rin allowed you to sit on the opposite side of the same rug while he ate. He no longer waited for you to leave the room, though he still kept his ears angled toward you, monitoring your movements as he neatly finished his meal. (Which you found that he liked to stay neat.)
Because of this immense progress, you were able to periodically unbuckle the silicone muzzle throughout the day, giving his jaw a much-needed rest. Without the restraint, he looked just like a normal human, striking looks, with long, eyelashes and a sharp jawline, save for the dark, velvety cat ears poking through his hair and the tail brushing against his ankles.
With his trust growing, you opened the bedroom door for good, happily letting him wander the rest of the house.
Watching Rin explore his new surroundings became your absolute favorite pastime. He was a creature of curiosity.
He would glide through the hallways in complete silence, pausing occasionally to investigate the texture of the heavy velvet curtains or staring intently at the swirling patterns of a marble countertop.
Sometimes, you’d find him perched precariously on the wide back of the living room sofa, his sharp eyes tracking the birds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, his tufted ears twitching at every distant chirp.
Whenever he caught you watching him, he would immediately stiffen, huffing a quiet, "Lukewarm" under his breath before turning his head away. But he never ran back to his room.
Yet, despite all this incredible progress, a firm, invisible boundary remained.
You had desperately, sadly, wanted to pet him. On multiple occasions, when he was sitting close by or looking particularly relaxed after a meal, you would slowly, predictably raise your hand, keeping it entirely in his line of sight so as not to startle him.
The moment your fingers drifted anywhere near his hair, Rin would freeze. His ears would instantly pin flat against his skull, and his gaze would harden into a glare that practically screamed ‘Don't touch me.’ He wouldn't bite or growl anymore, but the wall he built around himself was loud and clear.
Sighing softly, you would always lower your hand, giving him an understanding smile instead.
He would track your retreating hand, his expression unreadable, before returning to whatever he was doing. He was letting you into his space, letting you feed him, and even letting you see his face uncovered, but his hair was a fortress you hadn't quite conquered just yet.
—
As the weeks drifted into months, the usually empty house began to feel like a home. The heavy silence between you fractured, replaced by small, fragmented conversations. Rin wasn’t much of a talker, usually offering blunt, one-word answers or a dismissive click of his tongue, but he was communicating. And for a hybrid who had completely closed himself off from the world, that was a massive victory.
Being able to leave him home alone was a huge relief, especially since your responsibilities meant you still had to go to the office. To make up for your absence, you made it a point to bring him something new to mess around with almost every single day.
You tried puzzle feeders, expensive chew toys, and laser gadgets, but nothing caught his attention quite like the standard leather football you brought home on a whim. The moment you dropped it on the floor, his tufted ears shot straight up. It turned out to be a double-edged sword; his predatory instincts and athletic talent from Blue Lock meant he destroyed the ball within days, shredding the leather with his claws during intense indoor drills you saw him doing.
You’d already had to replace it twice, but seeing the faint, rare spark of genuine excitement in his eyes made every penny worth it.
Evenings became your shared territory. Rin started joining you in the living room for movies. He still kept his distance, either sitting on the floor right next to your legs or claimining the exact opposite end of the couch, his long tail draped over the cushions.
For most of the films you picked, he was only half-listening. His ears would track the audio lazily, and it was entirely obvious he only stayed because you kept a steady supply of dried meat snacks right next to him.
But everything changed the night you accidentally queued up a thriller. The moment the tense, eerie music swelled and the screen darkened, Rin went completely alert. His eyes narrowed, his posture straightened, and he became absolutely engrossed in the plot. That revelation led you to start buying horror mangas and novels, which you’d often find him quietly flipping through in the afternoons, completely absorbed in the macabre stories.
Then came a grueling Tuesday. A massive project at work ran entirely over schedule, forcing you to stay in the office for hours of overtime. By the time you finally unlocked your front door, it was well past midnight. You stepped into the dark foyer, exhausted to your bones, fully expecting Rin to be dead to the world in his own plush bed.
Instead, your heart completely melted.
There, curled up on the hard floor right by the entrance, was Rin. His dark teal ears were twitching slightly in his sleep, and his tail was tucked securely around his legs. He had waited for you. He had stayed right by the door all day, listening for your car, until exhaustion finally claimed him.
Not wanting to startle him into a defensive reflex, you kept your distance and gently called out his name. "Rin... Hey, Rin. I'm home. Come on, go to bed, it's freezing here."
He didn't budge, only letting out a soft, groggy huff into his shoulder.
Deciding to give him a moment to wake up on his own, you quietly slipped past him to get ready for bed. You washed your face, changed into your pajamas, and walked back out to the foyer to check on him—but the space by the door was empty. Assuming he had finally taken your advice and retreated to his own room, you smiled softly, headed into your master bedroom, and collapsed onto your mattress, falling into a deep sleep within minutes.
An hour later, the door to your bedroom silently creaked open.
Rin stood in the doorway, looking slightly groggy and thoroughly annoyed from being awoken by the cold draft in the hall.
He had grown so used to your presence over the last few weeks that your sudden, extended absence today had left a strange, irritating ache in his chest. He hated it when you came home so late. It made him feel the phantom weight of that old cage.
He padded across the room with quiet steps, stopping right at the edge of your mattress. For a long, quiet minute, he just stood there in the moonlight, staring down at your peaceful, sleeping face.
Finally, with a soft, defeated sigh, he climbed onto the bed. He took up more space than he wanted to, carefully trying to tuck himself into the empty spot right beside you. He pulled the heavy duvet over his shoulders, his dark ears relaxing as the familiar, comforting scent of your laundry detergent and shampoo enveloped him.
Lying there in the dark, Rin looked down at your hand resting open on the pillow. He hesitated for just a second before leaning forward, gently pressing the crown of his head against your palm. He nuzzled into your touch, his soft, midnight-teal hair brushing against your skin as a low, rare purr vibrated in his chest.
It was the exact, affectionate gesture you had been patiently waiting months for.
It was just a terrible, heartbreaking shame that you were such a heavy sleeper.
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."
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.”
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.
