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۫𓂅 ౿ ݁ . 愛 ︵ ｡ Ꮺ ˚ : ﹟` her · anyㅤ࣭ ✠.⋆♱⃓˚ ⠀ ۫⠀ ࣪⠀⠀𓏵⠀⠀ ׅ @sae ⠀⠀ྀི ᜊ𐔌๑ ´ ˔ ` ꒱੭

[20thcenturyb0y]

god isn’t he just the prettiest boy in the world

[castielsloversblog]

"A tight squeeze but he still gon' make his way through that tunnel"

- Itoshi Sae x Fem! Reader -

❤︎ MDNI: Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation, Degradation/humiliation, Mean!Sae, Mirror sex, FEM! Reader ❤︎

You were admiring yourself in the full-length mirror, a smile playing on your lips as you smoothed down the fabric of Sae's jersey. The number 10 on your chest, his name printed on your back it made you feel proud. Happy. His.

You closed your eyes for just a second, tilting your head to scratch at a nerve that had been bothering you, trying to ease the cramping tension in your neck.

When you opened them again, your heart nearly STOPPED.

Sae stood there in the reflection, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, face completely emotionless. Those teal eyes watched you with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

"Sae!" You spun around, hand on your chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"

He didn't respond. Just pushed himself off the wall with that fluid, practiced grace and started walking toward you.

Your breath caught as he stopped right in front of you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His hands came to rest on your hips, grip firm, possessive.

"Turn around," he said quietly, voice flat but commanding.

You did, facing the mirror again. His reflection towered behind you, expression still completely blank even as his hands slid up your sides, bunching the jersey.

"You look good in my number," he murmured against your ear, and despite the compliment, his tone held no warmth. Just cold observation.

"Sae..." you breathed, already feeling heat pool low in your stomach.

His hand slid between your thighs without warning, fingers finding you over your panties. You jolted at the contact but his other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you FIRMLY against him.

"Don't move," he commanded, even as his fingers started rubbing slow, torturous circles over the fabric.

"I can't... it's too-" You squirmed, trying to close your legs, but he forced them open with his knee.

"I said don't move." His voice was cold, detached, like he was discussing soccer strategy instead of working you toward an orgasm.

He pulled your panties to the side and slid two fingers inside you without warning, making you gasp and jerk forward. But his grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place.

"Watch," he ordered, nodding toward the mirror.

You forced your eyes open, meeting your own flushed, desperate reflection. Behind you, Sae looked completely unbothered, face blank as his fingers worked inside you with skilled, ruthless precision.

"Sae please..." You were already trembling, his fingers curling and hitting that spot that made your knees weak.

"Relax," he said flatly, even as you squirmed and writhed against his hold. His arm around your waist was like IRON, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

"But-- oh god!! " Your hands flew up to grip his forearm, nails digging in as pleasure built embarrassingly fast.

He added a third finger, stretching you, and his thumb found your clit with devastating accuracy. The wet sounds got LOUDER, obscenely slick as you got wetter and wetter around his fingers.

"Stop moving so much," he said, tone almost bored even as you felt his breath hitch slightly against your neck. "You're making this difficult."

"I'm trying..!!" you gasped, but your hips were rolling against his hand of their own accord, chasing the pleasure even as it overwhelmed you.

"Are you?" He increased the pace, fingers pumping faster, rougher, making everything SLOPPIER. Wetness dripped down his hand, down your thighs. "Doesn't look like it."

The pressure built unbearably fast, something INTENSE coiling tight in your core. Different from usual. Almost scary in its intensity.

"Sae wait..! something's--"

"Let go," he commanded, curling his fingers HARD against that spot while his thumb circled your clit rapidly. His breathing was heavier now against your neck, warm breath fanning across your skin despite his blank expression.

You came with a choked scream, but it was different liquid gushed out around his fingers, dripping down your thighs and onto the floor as your whole body convulsed. Your legs nearly GAVE OUT but his arm kept you upright.

You'd just SQUIRTED.

All over his hand.

All over the floor.

Embarrassment flooded through you even as aftershocks wracked your body. You could feel Sae's chest rising and falling harder against your back now, his composure cracking just slightly.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, holding them up in the mirror so you could see them absolutely DRENCHED and glistening.

"I barely started," he observed coolly, though his voice was just a fraction rougher now, "and you're already shaking like this. Aren't you ashamed?"

Your face burned CRIMSON. "I didn't mean to.. fuck...I've never--"

"Look at the mess you made," he continued, nodding down at the puddle on the floor, his breath still warm against your neck. "All over my floor. In my jersey. So fucking messy."

"I'm sorry-" you stammered, mortified.

"I didn't say stop." His clean hand came up to grip your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at the mirror. At yourself debauched, trembling, his jersey riding up, thighs glistening. "I said relax."

His fingers slid back inside you, and you nearly SOBBED from the overstimulation. The wet sounds were even LOUDER now, absolutely filthy and sloppy as he worked your oversensitive pussy.

"Sae please! I can't anymore!!"

"You can," he said with absolute certainty, though you felt him exhale shakily against your skin. "And you will. Keep watching."

His thumb found your clit again and you jerked violently, legs SHAKING, barely able to hold yourself up.

"Every time you look away, I stop," he warned, voice dropping lower, rougher. "Understand?"

You nodded frantically, forcing your eyes to stay on the mirror even as tears of overwhelming pleasure gathered at the corners.

"Good girl," he murmured, and you felt his lips brush your neck as he spoke, breath coming heavier now.

He fingered you RUTHLESSLY, the obscene squelching sounds filling the room as you got impossibly wetter, dripping all down his hand and wrist.

"Sae oh god I'm gonna.. !!"

"Then do it," he commanded, curling his fingers perfectly while his thumb worked your clit in rapid circles.

The second orgasm hit you like a truck and your legs completely gave out. You collapsed forward, knees hitting the floor hard as you came again, more liquid gushing out as you squirted a second time.

You thought he'd stop but he didn't.

Sae just followed you down smoothly, kneeling behind you, one hand gripping your hip to keep you in place while the other NEVER STOPPED fingering you.

"Sae wait I fell !! " you gasped, trying to crawl away from the overwhelming sensation.

"I can see that," he said coolly, pulling you back against him, keeping you on your knees. "Stay down then."

"it's too much--" You were shaking violently now, arms barely holding you up.

"Can't even stand?" His voice held the barest hint of mockery as he pumped his fingers harder, faster. "Pathetic."

You sobbed, face pressing against the floor as he worked you toward a THIRD orgasm, completely relentless. His breathing was definitely heavier now, harsh against your ear as he leaned over you.

"You're going to come again," he stated matter-of-factly, fingers curling and scissoring inside you. "And you're going to make another mess. Aren't you?"

"Please..!" you didn't even know what you were begging for anymore.

"Let's see how many more times I can make you come," he murmured, voice rougher now, losing that perfect detachment, "before you pass out on my floor."

His free hand slid up your body, pushing the jersey up, palming your breast roughly while his other hand worked between your legs with devastating precision.

The wet sounds were obscene now, sloppy and desperate, echoing in the room along with your sobbing moans and his increasingly ragged breathing.

"Come," he commanded, pinching your nipple while his fingers curled hard inside you.

You came apart completely, squirting AGAIN, soaking his hand and the floor beneath you as your whole body convulsed. You couldn't even scream anymore, just silent, shaking sobs of overwhelming pleasure.

Sae finally, FINALLY withdrew his fingers, and you collapsed fully onto the floor, completely boneless.

You felt him shift behind you, heard his harsh breathing as he looked down at you wrecked, trembling, covered in your own release, wearing his jersey.

"Messy," he observed, though his voice was noticeably rougher now, affected despite his blank expression. "You made such a mess."

You could barely respond, just whimpering softly as aftershocks rolled through you.

"But you took it well," he added quietly, and you felt his hand stroke your hair almost... gently? "Good girl."

Thank fuck i have two phones bruh...this stupid android laggs like a bitch💔💔

[shidouus]

HES SERVING IDCCC #loveumyson

[is-bakugou-alive-yet]

Katsuki looking gorgeous in his car

[charl0ttan]

[neviye]

you’re too boring for sae? never

req, sorry this took so damn long, law + history is destroying me n i’ve been procrastinating like crazy 😕

you’ve seen countless pictures of other soccer players and their girlfriends together. the cute photos of their dates, the reels, the videos, all of it — their vacations in hot sandy countries, visits to bakeries that were famous for tooth achingly sweet treats and bubbly couple spa days.

their girlfriends too. models, actresses, influencers, all women of high regard that sparkled with confidence. glamorous was always the first word that came to mind when thinking about any of them.

compared to you, where organised dates between you and sae usually weren’t carried out, calendar dates forgotten and going out with him sometimes felt like you were wasting his time — you couldn’t help but be riddled with a lingering anxiety.

he would come home from practice tired and all you could do was sooth him with words. small praises that you thought would help put his mind at ease. your quality time felt empty, and you were insecure.

no dates, no outings, nothing.

you just felt like you couldn’t compare. you were such a parallel to the usual ‘type’ of soccer players. why was he with you when he could have one of those top models who likes to travel? or one of those influencers who would benefit his career? someone who could give him more than soft sentences and sweet words?

with the lack of intimacy, you believed the romantic days of your relationship had began to diminish and naturally assumed he felt the same.

which was exactly why you had to end it.

the chill was unsettling as you waited for him to come home. your entire body was on edge and there was a thick lump in the back of your throat as the silence of the apartment was filled with the soft tick of the clock. it echoed almost eerily around the room and you glanced at it.

the hands read ‘23:19’ and you knew he would be home soon.

seconds felt like hours as you thought about what you were about to do. was breaking it off really the best thing to do? the more you thought about it, the less convinced you were. he deserved someone with all the qualities you lacked, sure. but you loved him. wasn’t that enough?

the lock clicked at last and you raced up, heart sinking as sae stepped in. “you’re up?” he sighed while dropping his stuff, “i thought i told you to stop staying up for me.”

“yeah i know but…” you cleared your throat, “i have something important to tell you and i thought it’d be best to say it as soon as possible.”

he was hardly listening, emptying out his bag “go on.”

“i think we should break up.”

your sentence most definitely caught his attention, his rummaging hands came to a halt before he was looking over at you. “break up.” he repeated the words back, not as a question but more like a distasteful statement. “as in end it.”

“yes sae, end it.” the lump in your throat was back, heavier now as you spoke. “i know you’re busy but you try your best for me. you buy me gifts, spoil me crazy, shower me with money. that’s the problem, what do i do for you?”

you fell silent and the ticking of the clock filled the room once more. “have you seen kaiser and his girlfriend online? she organises their trips, she helps him—”

he was running a palm over his face, “and why are you believing what you see on social media?”

“that’s not the point,” your voice dropped as you spoke, “just, wouldn’t you prefer someone who isn’t… boring?”

you picked at your nails as you waited for his response. in truth, you didn’t want to hear the answer. you were already full of so much uncertainty about breaking up, to hear him actually say the word yes would break your heart.

he didn't though, approaching you while he spoke, “that's what this is about? you’re trying to breakup with me because you’re insecure.”

“i—”

“and you’re consoling yourself by saying that i deserve better.” his voice was gentle, not condemning.

you had no argument. he was right, awfully horribly right. this ‘breakup’ was just a justification for you to put yourself down and spare yourself the heartbreak if he ever left you for someone ‘enjoyable’. a pathetic excuse to compare your relationship to others you didn't even know.

“do you really think i’m dating you for fun?” he was standing in front of you now and you shook your head weakly. he had read you like a book, of course he had.

“i’m not with you for dates or gifts or whatever.” he was wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, “i’m dating you because i love you.”

your chest tightened with affection and you wondered how the words had left his lips so effortlessly. you burrowed into his chest with slight embarrassment, “so you don’t think i'm too boring for you?” your voice was barely a whisper.

“i don’t.”

“and you don’t care if we don’t go on fancy holidays?”

“not at all.”

“and you won’t leave me for a pretty model?”

“obviously not, stop asking me stupid questions,” he rubbed softly into your back, “if you want to spend more time together, just ask. i appreciate anything you do for me.”

“then... will you stay home with me tomorrow? we can sleep in and i'll make you breakfast.”

“if that's what you want.” he was pulling back and giving you a soft peck, “then it sounds good.”

it looked like you had underestimated just how much sae really cared about you. the once impending tick of the clock sounded much lighter now after communicating your fears, each passing second now a moment for you to relish with sae instead of worry.

[azumv3]

This is the first accident caused by these absurd regulations. Ollie had to swerve to avoid Franco because he was going EXTREMELY slowly due to a dead battery. The FIA needs to come forward with answers and solutions.

[kleinflx]

MAKING OUT . . . IN THE SHOWER — sae x reader

the water’s still running when he corners you.

he doesn’t slam the door or raise his voice, he just steps in the shower with no care that you were inside. droplets cling to his hair, the gel wearing off showing his bangs.

“you think that was funny?” his tone is flat but there’s something tight under it. not anger, more like control.

you barely get a word out before he’s closer, hand braced against the tile beside your waist, trapping you in without actually touching you. he smells expensive, even after a game, even after getting pissed off, he still looks like he stepped out of an ad.

“bunny? bunny iglesias?” he repeats, quieter now, like the name itself annoys him. “out of everyone.” his eyes flick down your face, calculating. you nervously try to laugh it off, thinking back to the interaction.

it was in the locker room, extremely loud after the game, everyone still riding the high of winning. sae’s already getting cleaned up, he did his routine like usual—shower, skincare, ready his things. he moved accordingly to his own made schedule until he saw you with bunny iglesias. you’re standing too close to him, laughing at some funny story he made up. bunny was adoring your attention, you were genuinely smiling.

his expression doesn’t change, but irritation was growing deep within him, it should’ve ended there. he was a little annoyed, so what? the world still moves…

but his world stopped in that moment.

now, you were both home. you were excited to take a bath after the long day, not expecting that your boyfriend would join in. you were smiling at someone he can’t stand, now he’s just pissed off when you both should’ve been celebrating his victory, his goals, him.

“i wasn’t—” you start

“don’t lie,” he cuts in immediately. the water hits his shoulder, darkening his white shirt, but he doesn’t move but his eyes are locked onto yours like nothing else matters “you smiled at him—no. you laughed with him.” it’s such a small thing but the way he says it made it feel heavier.

his fingers were under your chin, tilting your face up just enough. “you don’t laugh like that with me.” not jealousy exactly but something prideful.

“it was a funny story. maybe give me a reason to laugh next time.” you say, the words left your mouth quicker than any thought formed. his expression flickers just for a second, then he sighs heavily, you can almost hear a quiet chuckle leave his mouth. “i don’t need to try” but he does anyway.

he leans in slow like he’s giving you time to pull away, you don’t. the kiss isn’t messy or desperate, it’s controlled, like he’s proving a point to you. he deepens the kiss, you feel his grip tighten slightly, holding you still. the water that runs between you both was cold, yet it still felt warm.

when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours. “don’t give him too much attention. it’s insulting to your boyfriend.” his thumb brushes your jaw gently. you reply by kissing him back, fueling him with satisfaction. he’ll deal with bunny after he’s done with you.

[nesstarr]

Welcome home, Sae.

[sainteirie]

Sae

[suksatoru]

₊˚⊹♡ waking up every morning next to a man with the body of a greek god is something you never take for granted. sae itoshi x reader

if there's one thing sae itoshi knows about you, it's that you are shameless when it comes to his back muscles.

he's used to feeling your curious hands rubbing up and over the slopes and expanse of his back in the early hours of the morning. and you're cheeky—you make him shiver under the duvet whenever you place those feather light kisses all over him.

you start by moving the hair resting at the nape of his neck, pressing a single kiss onto the soft skin before gliding your lips downwards, your path traveling to his shoulder blades. and from there, you move down to his back.

sae is used to it now. the moment he feels your fingers brush against his cheek and move towards his neck—he hides the small, rare smile threatening to break out onto his face by smushing his cheek into his pillow. today, you start by pressing a soft kiss onto his scalp.

"good morning, handsome," you giggle, eyes gleaming and far too lively for it being six am in the morning as sae hums sleepily, his voice gravely and deep with exhaustion. instinctively, sae rolls onto his stomach for you, folding his arms and resting his head onto his forearms in the process.

you're crawling onto his back moments later, with your thighs pressed flush against his bare skin. the light streaming from the open balcony window shines directly onto sae, and you pause—taking a moment to admire the sight in front of you.

the sunlight makes him appear like he's glowing—pink tufts curl and wrap around his head like a halo, and the particles in the air look like shimmering glitter in sae itoshi's presence.

sae had that effect on things around him. your eyes move down to his back—your favorite part—and you're trying so hard not to sigh at the mere sight. his muscles flex with impatience when he doesn't feel your sweet kisses worshipping his body like they did every morning, and he squints an eye open to glare at you from where he laid.

"y/n," he mumbles, moving a hand backwards to tap your thigh impatiently as you shush him

"shh...let me grab my phone. my 'sae itoshi's wet hair out of the shower' wallpaper is about to be replaced by my 'sae itoshi's back in the morning' wallpaper," you laugh quietly, leaning over to grab your phone off your bedside table as you snap a quick picture—tossing it onto the edge of the bed once you get a good angle.

sae is the perfect muse—he stayed still for you while you took your picture. whether it was out of laziness or the fact that he just didn't care, you were grateful either way. he rolls his shoulders, and you watch his muscles ripple like waves as he lets out a quiet come on now.

and so your sweet assault begins. sae's entire body relaxes, and he feels like butter melting under you as your lips and tongue paint their devotion in the most passionate manner he'd ever have the pleasure of knowing. no one does it like you do—loves him, that is. those words are muffled by the pillow he's smushed his face into as he speaks them, and sae wonders how he ever woke up peacefully before you came into his life.

your lips transverse sae's back longingly—and you're peppering kisses onto his milky white skin, creating your very own constellation of stars. and sae thinks nothing, absolutely nothing in the world could bring him out of this moment of pure serenity with you.

well, that is until you bite him.

"fucking—ow!"

"oops! sorry, baby!"

[stmlucky]

fingering you with his soccer gloves on . . . ; sae itoshi / MA18+

you can’t remember how you ended up in this situation. the last thing you can recall is being sat in the locker room, sae in front of you in his soccer gear after he finished training

your eyes immediately gravitated to his gloves, the smooth black material covering his long fingers and veiny hands . .

it made you wet just thinking about them

“my eyes are up here you know”

sae’s smooth voice cut through your explicit thoughts. you rubbed your thighs together, eyes still hyper focused on his hands

“ ‘m aware”

your voice barely above a whisper but laced with something seductive

sae stepped towards you, the scent of his cologne invading your senses. you felt the cool material of his gloves grazed you thigh before pushing them apart slightly

your hips shifted attempting to gain more friction against your throbbing cunt

“fuck, soaked already hm?”

his voice dripping with condescension, his hand slowly traveled to the button of your jeans to slip them down just enough

sae’s fingers rubbed the soaked patch on your panties just enough to make you whine, bucking your hips forward

the cold air of the locker room hit your pussy as he pulled your soaked panties to the side

“sae please”

your voice cracking slightly, tears welling up in your eyes and his aggravatingly slow pace

“what was that angel?”

his fingers teased your clit while his hot breath hit your neck

“please i need you sae”

you could feel his lips curl into a smirk as his gloved fingers slide against your glossy pussy

“mm yeah i bet you do baby”

his fingers quickly pushing into your cunt without warning making you moan loudly at the sensation, your hand gripping his forearm

sae’s fingers worked quickly hitting that spot inside you that made your knees weak and your stomach feel hot

your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly

sae shoved a second finger inside of you which only tipped you closer to the edge

“fuck!”

you gasped trying to catch your breath while his thumb toyed with your clit, your hips grinded against his hand desperately trying to get yourself off

“shit! oh my god! ‘m cuming sae!”

“yeah? go on”

the sensation in your tummy snapped and your eyes pressed shut, forehead falling against sae’s chest

your breaths laboured as sae pulled his fingers out from you his eyes focused on the glossy cum covering his glove

his other hand lifted to stroke your hair

“tired?”

sae’s voice cut through the comfortable silence

“a little . .”

your voice slightly hoarse, your head lifted to look up at sae who still had his glove covered with your cum on

you watched as he brought his hand to his lips licking the cum off

your face fell as you watched his do so

“really?”

“ ‘m not letting it go to waste”

reposted from previous account (kisskisslucky)

© f5vevalucky / all rights reserved

[sokoubachy]

Sae i love and hate you sm

[oikyawa]

sae loves it when you wear his jersey’s. not that he’ll ever tell you, but he’s so painfully oblivious about it, you can’t not notice.

when you’re wearing one of his jersey’s, with a pair of shorts underneath that are barely visible. he can’t help but stare.

his gaze is locked on you, he’s watching every move you’re making.

you look so good like this it makes him want to slam his head against a brick wall.

it’s impossible for him not to stare.

but when you comment on it once, his cheeks will flush the lightest tint of red and he’ll scoff, muttering something along the lines of ‘shut up, you’re seeing things.’ but he’s trying to cover for himself.

but oh boy is he fucked now.

you start wearing his jersey’s everytime is around, and only wear a pair of shorts, or maybe only a pair of panties. so your bare thighs are fully on display.

and it’s killing him.

he stares when he thinks you aren’t looking, but you are. you can feel his eyes on you, and it’s exactly what you want.

he knows you’re doing it on purpose, so he tries his absolute hardest, not to stare at you. but he’s failing miserably.

and you aren’t even trying, and that’s what kills him. no have no goal in mind with doing this, it’s not to get him to crack. it’s purely for your amusement, and his jersey’s are so comfortable, and they smell like him. so you can’t help it.

‘sae. you’re staring.’ you don’t even glance up from your phone, you literally can’t know that he’s staring. ‘i’m not.’ ‘you are.’ ‘no i’m not.’ ‘yes you are.’

this goes on for another 5 minutes, and he’s losing his goddamn mind, yes he is staring, you’re very correct in that. but he refuses to give you the satisfaction.

until you walk over to him, straddle his lap, and say ‘sae, you’re staring at me. say it.’ and he cracks, ‘i am staring at you.’

he’s so smitten he doesn’t even care anymore, sae loves seeing you in his jersey.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i can’t look at the word jersey anymore

[jamie-fanfan118]

[oikyawa]

the first time sae had his bangs down, not coated in multiple layers of hairspray, but soft bangs covering his forehead, you actually screamed.

he was so fucking confused why you screamed, you were on your phone scrolling the whole time, and only screamed when he came in. he didn’t know where it even came from.

‘[name],’ he said, towel in hand which he was drying his hair with. he saw that your gaze was fixated on him, specifically the top of his head, which confused him even more.

‘-y-yes?’ you said a little too fast, eyes flicking down to look him in the eye instead of at his forehead.

‘why did you scream when i came in?’ he questioned, voice flat like usual, and he padded towards you, the sofa dipping when he sat down next to you.

‘n-no reason! saw something scary on my phone..’ you looked away in embarrassment, but he noticed how your eyes flicked to him every 4 seconds.

that’s when it clicked, his bangs.

he doesn’t remember when he’s ever had his bangs down infront of you, that’s the reason you screamed.

‘my bangs, huh?’ he said blankly, making you nod.

‘can i touch them?’ you ask him, your hand itching to touch his bangs. ‘sure.’ he wanted to ask you why at first, but there’s no harm in letting you touch his hair.

your fingers gently brushed through his bangs, huh, his hairs really soft, you think to yourself.

he’s sitting there, watching you play with his hair intently, his hairs still slightly damp from his shower. but it’s still very soft.

he’s surprised that he genuinely enjoys this, you playing with his bangs.

maybe he’ll leave his bangs down more often from now on.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: sae factory is at it again, i can’t believe i found out that there’s a genuine panel of him with his bangs down like only a week ago

[numberonefangirlofrin]

THE WAY ITOSHI SAE LOVES YOU

Disclaimer: Content contains suggestive themes/mature situations.

Hey , this is part-2 of my first writing. If you haven't checked it out make sure you do! I have attached the link.

💬 5  🔁 3  ❤️ 50 · ITOSHI SAE AS YOUR COUSTOMER · You work part-time at "Blue Hour Café" the kind of place people come to escape the noise of

You close your eyes.

Waiting.

But the kiss never comes.

Seconds pass — quiet, heavy, stretched thin.

When you slowly open your eyes, Itoshi Sae is still there… still close… still holding your face , but not kissing you.

He’s watching you.

Not confused. Not hesitant. Focused.

Like a midfielder reading the field before making the final pass , calculating distance, timing, intention. Studying you the way he studies the game.

Your face burns.

Why is he just looking at you like that?

If you want me to stop,” he says quietly, gaze steady, “say it.”

The words make your heart stumble.

Stop?

How could you?

You swallow, cheeks warm, voice barely steady.

(You don’t want him to stop. It's because who’s come into the café lately has only known how to stare—lingering looks, half-smiles, phones lifted when they thought you wouldn’t notice.)

On the other hand, this guy who although keeps asking you to make his coffee bitter always and asking you to serve it hot and how he hates " luke warm" coffee, who seems like the only one who actually sees you.

Not just the girl behind the counter.

You.

You swallow, meeting his eyes.

“…I don’t,” you say softly.

Your hand lifts — slow, careful — resting lightly against his wrist where it holds your face.

You don’t pull away.

You don’t step back.

He leans in again.

This time, his lips finally touch yours.

Soft.

Brief.

Just a peck — but it feels like something shifts inside you, something new, unfamiliar, overwhelming. When he pulls back, your heart is racing harder than before.

Sae doesn’t look flustered.

But his thumb is still resting gently against your cheek.

“Give me your phone,” he says.

You blink. “What?”

“Contacts.”

You obey without thinking.

When you reach home, everything feels different.

The room. The air. You.

It was just a kiss , barely even that , but your chest still feels tight, warm, restless.

Then your phone lights up.

Sae: 7 PM. Be ready.

Location: Tokyo Skytree.The Sorakara Suite.

At 6:58 pm, you were ushered into a private elevator that ascended beyond the public observation decks.

He was already there, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, a silhouette against the sprawling, glittering map of Tokyo at dusk. He didn’t turn as you entered.

“You’re on time,” he said, the words barely carrying across the vast, quiet space.

The view was breathtaking, a 360-degree panorama of the city igniting into neon life. You were lost in it, in the sheer scale, when you felt him move.

His approach was silent. You only knew he was there when his hands settled on your hips, firm and possessive, anchoring you. You gasped, but the sound was swallowed as he bent his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin just below your ear.

His mouth was hot, his kisses deliberate and open-mouthed, tracing a searing path down the column of your neck. Each press of his lips was a brand, each slow drag of his tongue a promise that made your knees weak. He wasn’t asking anymore.

One hand slid from your hip to your stomach, pulling you back flush against him, letting you feel the hard, unyielding line of his body. His other hand came up to cradle your jaw, tilting your head to give him better access. The contrast was dizzying—the cool, detached beauty of the city splayed out beneath you, and the intimate, scorching heat of his mouth on your skin. The way his hands and mouth were exploring your body , as you lost each part of your sanity you felt that you were being beautifully destroyed leaning more and more into his touch and enjoying more and more.

“Sae,” you breathed, the name a plea and a confirmation all at once.

You didn’t stop him. With Sae, hesitation was a flaw he didn’t possess.

His hand slid from your waist, up your ribcage, until his palm covered your breast, his thumb circling slow and deliberate.

Before you could speak, his other hand slipped past your waistband. You gasped as his fingers found you, wet and ready.

He turned you, kissing you hard. After he pulled back , he stared at you up from your eyes to your hips , his eyes locked into your eyes as if he was asking to go further.

Hi, should I continue with part -3 ?