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ice cream - s. itoshi

itoshi sae hated the current situation that he was in.

mud squelching underneath his boots, sae held the soccer ball in his hands carefully, only the tips of his fingers touching the mud-covered soccer ball. rin had accidentally kicked it too far away, and just as sae went to go get the ball, it started raining.

no, pouring.

at the ripe age of nine years old, sae knew very well of what he liked and disliked. he liked salted kombucha tea. he disliked interviewers and the media. he liked seagulls. he disliked people giving him expectations. he liked the end of summer. he didn’t like overly emotional people. he loved soccer. he hated school. he loved rin.

he just didn’t know how to feel about you.

you were his next door neighbor, and you were…strange? no, that wasn’t the right word. but sae didn’t know what way to describe you; you cried over small things, you ate far too unhealthy, and you talked to him a lot. but at the same time, you were kind to rin, you would use your allowance to buy sae bottles of water when he ran out during practice, and you never seemed to mind his rude nature. he would sometimes buy you ice cream to repay you for buying him water, which you always beamed at.

his heart would stutter just a little at the sight of you, his cheeks would warm just a little bit at your compliments, and his eyes would glimmer just a little at the sight of your smile.

choked sobs were the last thing that sae expected to hear in the pouring rain.

your bike next to you and your hands grasping the bike handles, warm tears rolled down your cherry colored cheeks uncontrollably. raising an eyebrow, sae decided to stay outside just a little bit longer. “what now?” sae asked, walking over to you through the puddles of water that begin to form. you began to choke out something incoherent before sae rolled his eyes, scoffing. “speak clearly. you sound like you belong in an asylum.”

“t-the ice cream! it’s gone! they don’t have it anymore! and i went to a farther store to get one, but theirs was too expensive!” you exclaimed, wiping away your tears rapidly, the rain running down your hair. sae’s head tilted to the left slightly, furrowing his eyebrows.

“the ice cream…?” he thought of the ice cream shop nearby, the one he always bought you and rin ice cream from.

“the type that you first bought me! the vanilla flavored one with the popsicle.”

oh, that one. sae didn’t get it; it was just an ice cream, what was so special about it? you could literally just buy it online or something. “you just said that another store had it.” he pointed out. “can’t you just borrow some of your parents’ money or something?”

“it was 300 yen, and i only have 210 yen on me.” you muttered. “and mama and papa are already having a hard enough time with money. i dont wanna keep on bothering them.” sae frowned; god, why couldn’t this just end quickly? it was raining so damn hard.

“it’s still just an ice cream.”

“no, it’s not!” you cried. “sae, this was the first ever ice cream you bought me, this was the ice cream i ate when my parents divorced, the was the ice cream i ate when i did bad on a test to feel better, this was the ice cream i ate when i did good on a test to celebrate, and this was the ice cream that i always buy.” you sniffed.

sae blinked. this ice cream was special to you…because this was the first ever one that he had bought you? his heart raced unbearably fast, to the point where he could hear his heart beating in his ears. his face was on fire right now despite the cold rain hitting his head and shoulders every moment, and he glanced away.

“wait here. i’ll be back soon.” sae ran back into his house, ignoring his parents’ calls of concern and rin’s desire for the soccer ball, and emptied his piggy bank.

3000 yen. that was enough for you to buy ten of them.

he ran back outside to you, and he couldn’t help the slight softness of his features when he realized that you’ve stopped crying. he shoved the money into hour hands, looking down at you. when you looked up at him as if he were some sort of saint, his face hardened, and he scowled. “this is only because your crying is annoying. and don’t go back to that farther store until the rain stops, because you’ll just get hurt and start crying to me again.”

despite his unbelievably rude words, you beamed. “thank you, sae! you’re so kind!”

sae swore that he could feel his heart exploding.

years later, sae is back from spain to renew his passport. he’s staying at his house for a while; after all, he’s always been the favorite child. he takes a walk around the neighborhood just to relive the nostalgia before he has to inevitably return to spain in a month or so. as he’s walking, his eyes eventually linger on the old ice cream store that he used to buy you and rin ice cream at.

with thinking, he slides the familiar glass door open. one popsicle with no sugar or artificial flavors won’t hurt him. as he’s scanning the freezers, his eyes zero in on one.

a certain vanilla flavored popsicle.

his eyes can’t help but soften as he remembers that day in the rain, and he picks the popsicle up, walking to the check out counter. he’s glad that it’s in stock again, although it probably took a while. at the checkout counter, he expected to see the kind old auntie who owned the store, but instead, his jaw went slack at the sight in front of him.

it’s you.

you seem just as shocked as he is, the name tag pinned on your shirt reflecting off of the store’s plastic lights. sae’s eyes widen by just a fraction; he didn’t see you during his neighborhood walk yet, but he thought that you would just be busy or something. how ironic, the fact that you’re working in the very store you once cried over.

but sae can’t help but notice. he can’t help but notice the same glimmer in your eyes. he can’t help but notice how your hair is just a little bit longer.

he can’t help but notice how beautiful you look.

“you’re back!”

a/n: could you tell that this was inspired by that one scene in better than the movies? reading that book for the first time altered my brain chemistry. also, i know that i said i have a hard time writing for sae, so im just trying this out because this prompt fits best with him.

itoshi sae ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 100 apologies for you.

wc: 12k (i know it seems long but trust its good(i hope....), eventual smut, masturbation, slow burn(?), vanilla :>

"my gosh hes so fine!" your friend exclaimed while kicking her feet up. seriously shes been squealing about some guy she saw an edit of and been talking non stop about him. "[name] please you have to see this guy playing!" getting up to jump on your back. you can only sigh.

"what?" you say without looking away from your phone, you were watching a series you were recently hooked on. she can only squeal and giggle just by looking at the man. "look, look, look! hes sooo handsome! his lashes are longer than mines!" she shoved the phone to your face and you grumbled.

"yeah hes good looking." your tone flat, just to make her satisfied before swatting her hand away to continue your attention on your phone, you hardly took a look on the man so you had no remembrance of him, all you noticed was the pink hair he had going on.

"oh my god hes so good at football too! i wish i was his girlfriend!" she squealed into the pillow and you ignore her, too engrossed in your show, it was just too good, you dont have time for some silly footballer!

its gotten to a point where she even flew out to see one of his games! you didnt know she was that much of a fan...but she was already arriving back so she had asked you if you could pick her up from the airport. she had given you her keys before she left and you were housesitting.

you were already a bit grumpy because you had to wake up at five am. seriously, who wakes up so early on a saturday?! you can only sigh in frustration but its whatever. you just hoped nothing else happened, you already know it would be crowded.

and you know what, you were right. it was packed!

you didnt even bother to try, just some sandals and sweatpants. you didnt know these people anyways so why care what others saw you in?

"hey! when are you getting here?" you roam the airport. she wanted you to meet her when she got off the plane.

"i just got off right now!"

youre rushing to her station so you can go back peacefully on your bed. its your resting day, youre not trying to go back to your shift!

"okay im heading there-" you collide with someone out of nowhere, and hot coffee splashes over both of you. a frustrated groan escapes you. great. you wake up early just for this, and now youre drenched in coffee—and its scalding!

"excuse me watch where youre going!" you stare at the man who just stands there as if nothing even happened. someone behind him panics and starts to wipe the coffee off his white blouse as if he were his personal manager of some sort.

“mr itoshi, are you alright?!?” the guy fixes his glasses before taking out a small piece of cloth to wipe the stain. he panics then turns to you.

“do you know this is designer clothing?!?” he lectured you and you could care less right now. you roll your eyes before telling your friend youd meet her there, hanging up the call.

“well its his fault for not looking.” crossing your arms with an annoyed face.

“youre going to have to pay for that!” he points at the stain while clenching onto his pile of folders on the other hand.

“okay? what are you his personal manager?” you were already ready to throw hands at this person who was irritating you the second, it was causing a scene and everyone around was looking. this wasnt even a big deal so why were they so fixated on this?

before you can say any more someone tugs you by the shoulder.

"[name]! what the hell are you doing arguing with him?!" your friend whispered to you.

"this guy bumped into me." you whispered back as you stumble on your feet. your friend only shakes her head and looked so nervous.

"bitch thats sae itoshi!" she slapped your head and you rub the part it hurts.

"what? whos that?" you raised your eyebrows and your friends hits you again.

"the person i showed you! the famous footballer!" and your eyes widened, the guy she went to go see to play or something? you can hear people mumbling at the back and snapping pictures at you-or at sae itoshi.

your friend bows while forcing your head down with her. "im so sorry on her behalf sae! ill buy you a new set to make it up for her!" she exclaimed and grumbled when you didnt say anything back. "[name]!" and you sighed.

"sorry." you said with monotonic tone. your body quivered when your friend clawed at the back of your scalped not buying your apology.

"ah-! im sorry! ill give a hundred of them if i need to!" and she released her grip. she was so scary like that.

sae can only stay silent as he stared at your figure. "a hundred hm?" he ponders before making a decision.

"i would hope you mean it. you can first start off by buying me a new set." he slides his hands in his pocket.

your friend got up and clasped her hands together. "yes! of course ill get you one right-" sae cuts her off.

"i want her to buy it." pointing at you. great.... if you knew it was him you would of just apologized and not cause a scene.

sae stands outside of the store, checking his watch and the manager can only be seen blocking the path of people who were trying to get up close to him. meanwhile youre out trying to pick out the shirt for him, your friend was taken home by someone else so this trip was absolutely pointless, you just wanted to stay home.

you buy a shirt that looks somewhat identical to his and make the purchase. it was pretty cheap but you cant be spending too much on clothes alone. you step outside with a sigh and hand the bag to sae.

"here." he takes it, before peaking the inside. he still keeps his stoic face and you cant even tell what hes thinking.

"this is very cheap material." and you irked. seriously this was not the time about the brand, just wear the damn shirt!

"its the only thing here close enough." you cross your arms looking away.

"itll do." and you almost jump in happiness. yay now you can just go home!

"alright, sorry about earlier. i was just frustrated." you kick your feet on the ground from the awkwardness. after a few silences exchanged you spoke.

"well then, guess were done here." before you can turn around, sae speaks.

"not quite. you still have ninety-nine more to go."

"ninety-nine more to go what?" you raised an eyebrow, was this some sort of metaphor or whatever? if so you dont quite get it.

"you did say youd give a hundred of apologies. i take it that youll take it for word." and you froze in place, you did say a hundred but you only said that so he knew you really meant it!

"i-i didnt mean it literally-" he cuts you off by handing his phone to you. the people around him can be seen gasping and his fangirls are waving their phones to him. as if he would give them his number.

"youll be my little errand pet. as your second apology." this guy was ticking you off already. with your eye twitching and a vein popping on your forehead you sighed and obliged, maybe this will let your friend will have the opportunity to talk to sae now. you snatch the phone and put in your number.

"there." you swung it back to him and he caught it swiftly. you then feel something vibrate in your pants and it was sae. he huffs and puts his phone back.

"checking to see if you didnt give me a fake number." he slides his hands in his pocket.

and that wasnt even the beginning of your story. he wasnt kidding when he made you the pet for him. he had a manager so why did he need you!? probably just to make fun of you from such a higher position...

apology #10

"hey. get me some salty seaweed tea." he spoke on the other line. its been a month and youre only up to your tenth right now. you had sometimes wished he forgot about you but every time you even thought of it, he calls you and tells you do something for him. it was so irritating!

"what? where am i supposed to find that?" you were awoken from your nap because of him. he could only scoff.

"do your best." hanging up before you could even speak. you groan, dropping the phone to the side. he always called you at a random times and you hated it.

he had an interview today so you went at the tv production to drop off his tea. you came in rushing because he does get a little grumpy when you were late to deliver or do something. youre rushing in and trying to find the man, the set was still empty so you assumed he wasnt starting yet.

there you spot sae in a chair, getting dolled up with some powder and his manager wiping dust off him. you run up to him and and stilled in front of him, catching up with your breath, your hands resting on your knees.

"here...i...got...your...stupid tea!" you huffed in between your words. he opens one eye, eyeing the bag of tea.

"prepare it for me." he went back to close his eyes and youre glad he did because you punched him. or so your imagination did. you were glad there was even hot water here or else you would of have get some elsewhere.

you prepared it and settled it down on the nearby round table near him. "here. now im going." you turn around to before he spoke.

"you didnt think that was all right? youre staying." and you froze, of course he adds on to it... but the more favors the lesser hell ask and you will soon escape from this nightmare!

"of course not!" you faked your smile as you turned around to face his stupid stoic face, where the makeup artist added some finishing touches of applying powder.

"youre on set sae!" his manager fixed his glasses and sae stood up. heading towards the set where an interviewer sat in the other chair. he asked some basic questions like "why did you pursue this." "what are your weaknesses?" those type of questions.

you just stood in the darkness, watching in boredom, tears perking from your eyes from the amount of times youve yawned. you didnt want to take out your phone since they werent allowed so you just abided the rules to respect them.

it finally ended and you had thought staying was another favor he wanted so you can leave! but yeah no it wasnt that easy. sae leaves, taking a sip of his tea before approaching you. towering over you, you just stood there.

"what? am i done?" your eyes beamed.

"yawning during my interview. how amusing." he clicked his tongue. he ignored your question.

"so am i done?" you asked again. like a little kid repeating their question over and over.

"obviously not. youre accompanying me for something." he walked off but you didnt follow. well you didnt really comprehend what he said and stood there stupidly.

sae turned around seeing you werent following. he tilt his head downwards. "come over here." he said with his voice low and you droop as you walked towards him. you just wanted to rest before your shift started and this jerk was just ruining everything.

you were now sitting next to him in his car while his manager drove the both of you. you dont even know where he was taking you, hopefully not kidnapping you.

the ride was mostly silent most of the time, he sat with his arms and legs crossed as he rest his eyes. he almost kept that posture the whole ride, while you were just struggling to sit in one position.

"were here mr. itoshi." his manager steps out of the drivers seat and circles around to open saes door. sae gets out, then pauses—waiting for you to follow.

"okay... where did you take me?" you step out and glance at Sae. his hands are tucked in his pockets as he silently gestures behind you. confused, you turn, only to be met with a breathtaking view of the sea.

"woah, i never knew we had a place like this!" you were in awe. the sun reflected the water beautifully and the sounds of the wave tides filled your ears with ease. your hands rest on the railings, leaning forward.

sae steps up beside you, eyes trained on the sea. you glance at him—maybe it was the stillness of the moment, or the way the breeze softened everything—but he looked… handsome. you hadnt noticed before how long his lower lashes were, how they framed his eyes so effortlessly. it caught you off guard, how something so small could suddenly seem so striking.

"so why did you bring me here?" your attention falls back to the view of the big sea.

he lets out a low hum, inhaling the fresh air around him before exhaling out. "i spend my days looking at the sea. consider this as a favor from you. still got lots to go." he eyed your figure and you wince. damn his gaze was scary.

you sighed and laid your head on your palms. enjoying the breeze and sounds of tide waves. "guess ill have to get used to being with you then."

sae scoffs before walking away. not even muttering a single word to you.

"hey! where are you going?!" you turned around, seeing sae enter in his car. wait surely he doesnt plan to-

he drove off.

"hey what the hell?!" you tried to catch up to the car, but it was far gone. your eye twitched in annoyance before texting him.

you 6:35pm "die"

apology #17

upon meeting with him at his apartment to clean it...even though he could of asked the janitor! but whatever, the sooner you get it done the better. you were hungry on the way, grabbing something cheap and quick so you werent met with a grumpy sae who always got mad for you being so late.

some fries will do! quick and delicious. going to his place, you ring on the doorbell, awaiting for his answer.

he finally did and he looked down at the fries you had.

"your personal janitor has come." before even taking another bite, he snatched it out of you.

"hey! whats your problem?! i paid for those!" you tried to retreat it back, but his tall figure waved it up.

"what an unhealthy snack." he scoffed before throwing it to the nearby trashcan. your jaw dropped and a vein popped on your forehead.

"didnt know my health mattered to you.." you muttered. he only scoffs.

"it ruins the skin, i wouldnt want it in my place." he leaves the door open before walking away. you mocked him entering in, taking your shoes off.

"what was that?" his eyes shifted towards you with his back facing.

"nothing!" you wave your hands up...god you wanted to punch him, there goes your lunch.

sae sits on the couch, while he drinks his seaweed tea. youre dusting off any dirt left on the floor or windows.

"you missed a spot." he sips his tea.

"thats the fifth time you said that, youre fucking with me now." you clenched the broom with an irritated smile.

"then clean better."

"then you can do it mr daddy long eye lashes!" you hand the broom to him. he sips his tea again, going back to his book. you seriously wanted to choke this guy.

the room falls into silence, broken only by the soft swish of the broom across the floor and the occasional rustle of pages as he continues reading.

"youd make a terrible athlete.” he said casually, sipping his tea. It was so out of the blue, you figured he was just trying to make conversation—filling the awkward silence, or at least thats how it felt to you.

your head tilts back at him, a puzzled expression flickered on your face. "how would you know?" your eyes dart on yourself, trying to make sense what gave off that impression of a 'terrible athlete.'

"just a hunch." he says, returning his attention to his book. but was it really just a hunch?

apology #34

sae 6:12am "hey, theres a sale of a new tea. go get it." [attached one photo] you 6:37am "wtf??? i just woke up, it literally ends at 7" read

of course he left you on read...he always does! hes probably doing some interview or television again, but he had a manager, why couldnt he just ask him?!

you didnt bother to brush your hair, you went in pajamas. god you should of brought a sweater too because it was cold! but it was too late to go back now, you were already waiting in line for this stupid tea he wanted.

after a few sniffles and sneezes you finally reached the front, paying for it as quickly as you could and brought it back to your place. youll just give it to him tomorrow since he was probably busy, usually hed text you when to give it to him, so you werent too sure.

but im sure hell understand…you hope. your shift was soon so you had to rest before you started. it was already tiring enough and with sae in the way, even more stressful!

unfortunately you ended up sick. probably from yesterday when you stood in line without a sweater and the cold air was just hitting you. your forehead was burning and you felt super dizzy.

you had called your friend to take that tea you bought to take it to sae, no way in hell can you even get up from your condition right now, you can barely open your eyes and speak a single word.

you didnt inform sae though, youre too worn out to take your phone out to text him.

sae stands with his mask and sunglasses to cover his face. sitting on the bench in front of the water fountain. your friend spots him, and she runs to him.

hearing footsteps approaching, he looks to the side, but it wasnt you, it was her. hes slightly irritated but she couldnt tell under the covers. approaching the footballer, she pants before handing the box of tea to him.

“here you go sae! i brought it for you!” she handed it to him, flashing a smile. she loved seeing her idol just standing in front of her, maybe shed ask if she could hang out with him today.

sae remains silent, which says enough. his gaze fixed on the tea in front of him, not bothering to look at her. his eyes scan the place briefly, searching for any sign of you. when he realizes youre not there, he simply sighs, indifferent.

“wheres [name]?” he slides his hands in his pocket.

“oh! shes sick so she called me to bring this to you!” she flashed a smile at sae but he only scoffs, seriously are you a kid? getting sick and not even taking care of yourself.

“i wanted her to bring it.” he sighed brushing past her, not even bothering to take the tea in her hand or batting an eye at her once. shes left dumbfounded as he leaves her in the middle of the plaza, getting into his car before his manager drives off to who knows where.

you can barely even open your eyes, you swore your immune system wasnt this bad. youre constantly replacing the towel that nestled on top of your forehead every five minutes because it was just so damn hot.

your breathing becomes heavy with sweat dwelling down your forehead. and just your luck, someone rings the doorbell. it was probably her and she came to check up on you, but you can barely even get up on your own, forcing yourself to try and endure it.

groggily dragging yourself to the front of your apartment, you take your time. peering through the peephole, you blink once—then again. it’s sae. you lean against the door for support, raising an eyebrow. what the hell was he doing here? didnt she give it to him?

you undo the locks to the door, opening it to sae standing there who eyes at your discomfort figured.

“what are you, a kid? getting sick from the cold?” he scoffs, watching you stumble, one hand gripping the doorframe for balance.

“you were the one who wanted the tea... didnt she give it to you?” you ask, pausing to catch your breath between words, an eyebrow raised.

“hmph. foolish of me to take it from her when its your job,” he mutters, voice low but pointed.

"im sick you fuckin...ugh whatever i dont have time...for this." you slur your words, sae observes the way your eyes close on their own, seeing how you quickly lost balance.

hes quick to take hold of the collar of your shirt before you fully collapse on the floor. youre on the verge of passing out and he lets out a sigh, lifting you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. "why do you push yourself so hard for...." his voice flat, but his voice trails off mid-sentence, barely audible as you slip into unconsciousness.

your eyes perked open, waking up to the comforts of your bed, and the wet cloth that laid upon your forehead. you could of swore you were talking to sae, but it was probably a dream. no way you had a dream of that jerk.

you inhaled a deep breath before exhaling, taking in the air, you wondered if your friend was here, the cloth felt cold despite your forehead that emitted heat, so she must of changed it every once in a while.

your body jerks at the sound of soft breathing to your right. turning your head, you see the familiar figure of a man sitting in the chair, arms crossed, one ankle resting on the opposite knee. his eyes are shut, lost in sleep.

so sae did stop by, you thought to yourself. you didnt know sae would of done this type of thing. now you remembered. he was upset that you didnt bring him the tea. was that really a big deal? if anything, he was the kid here in this situation.

plus hes an idiot staying in the same room as you. hes going to get sick too. you groan in frustration, sitting up to straighten out your back, your head still burns but at least not as bad in the morning.

you quietly slip off the bed, your steps light as you move toward sae. the sound of his soft breathing calms your nerves, easing the headache pulsing in your skull. a loose strand of hair has fallen across his face, and your fingers itch to move it aside—not for any particular reason. you just wanted a closer look.

your fingers find themselves twirling his pink locks, soft as fur, and you gently tuck them behind his ear, where his bangs fall. you cant help but watch the new sae resting before you. he looks like a completely different person when hes asleep—serene, almost unrecognizable. its easy to see why your friend had taken a liking to him, but thats with him on the field, right now, was a completely different thing.

his skin glistened like crystals, and each time his lashes fluttered, it was as if the world paused. his teal eyes sparkled in the sunlight, a detail you couldnt help but notice with every moment spent beside him. you didnt do it on purpose—it just happened, your mind drifting into a quiet trance, capturing those little details without even realizing.

you groan softly. "why the hell am i thinking about that..." you whispered, your lips formed a thin line as you shake your thoughts away, retreating your hand before his hand took sudden hold of your wrist, halting your movements. his grip was rough, harsh even, but not enough to hurt.

your eyes widened for a split second before returning to your usual gaze. your mouth hangs slightly open while you relaxed into the comforts of your mattress.

"about what." his voice low with his eyes, sharp and intense, awaiting for your answer.

his thumb nestled on the wrist joint, while his tender fingers wrapped delicately around your wrist, slightly caressing it with ease. you cant tell if it was because you were sick, but you felt hot. heat radiating off you by the second and you know he knows. he can feel it too.

"i thought you were asleep." you softly spoke, breaking the calming silence between you two.

he knew you avoided answering his question, but he let it go, not trying to pry into it. "you woke me up." he really was a light sleeper, awoken just from the slightest touch of his hair.

"I didnt mean to." your eyes fall to your wrist, still caught in saes grasp. he follows your gaze, then lets go—slowly, almost reluctantly. silence settles between you again, heavy but not uncomfortable. then, without a word, he takes the towel, folds it carefully, wets it again, and gently presses it to your forehead. his touch is cautious—tender in a way that says more than he ever does.

"i didnt know you knew how to do this." he rest on the chair as you laid back down onto the fluff of your pillow. he scoffs, as if you doubted his ability to do such simple tasks.

"i have a younger brother." he folds his arms and crosses his legs again. for the oldest bother, he still was a jerk, not like you expected much from him anyways.

you let out a low hum of acknowledgment before staring at the ceiling, pondering in thought.

"you owe me for this." you grumbled, you moment of peace was interrupted.

"yeah yeah whatever." you sighed.

apology #52

you arent the type to go out when it was your day off from work, youd just want to relax. but of course sae always asked when you were free most of the time. it does get irritating, but he mostly pays for the things when he invited you, he says he just doesnt want to see his managers face all the time.

it was a little swap meet that piqued saes interest and just wanted to relinquished the memories when he used to come here, he mostly came because he saw there would be a football team playing nearby and he would be spectating anonymously. but of course coming with sae didnt mean you were free, of course you were still his errand 'boy'.

"i saw some known skin care brands over there. make sure theyre real and buy them." he demanded with his harsh tone. and not to mentioned he sent you with his manager, just great. you werent too comfortable with him after that happened...but its whatever, that was like three months ago.

"so...how long have you been working for sae?" you tried to converse with his manager. his appearance came off as timid but merciless when it came to the inside, well thats what you perceived him as.

he doesnt respond, only continuing in search for the little stand sae had mentioned. you only sigh, you tried to be nice, but failed. you kept some distance while walking next to him.

finally finding the stand sae had mentioned, the manager fixes his glasses in search of good brands of skin care for sae. you didnt even know he did skin care, that explains his perfect clear skin.

there were many expensive brands you also recognized, some that even you wanted to buy but werent able to afford. you pick up some items, observing them, it really did seem legit. you can hear his manager talking to the sellers, trying to find the best of the best.

after some looking, you feel like you found some pretty good products. moisturizer and lotion. the brand didnt really have a name except for a crown as its logo and three dots that followed a 'u' shape. the color was a nice shade of black that complimented the design.

you look to the side, you can still see the manager talking to the sellers, he was analyzing this way too much. you only sigh before walking up to him.

"hey! i think these items are best for sae." you displayed the lotion and moisturizer to him. he pushes his glasses up, observing the two products before shaking his head.

"seriously? he wouldnt accept this. just leave it to me." you can see the way he rolled his eyes at you, attitude much, that irked you so much.

"okay you could of at least said it nicer?" you clicked your tongue at him, his idiotic face pissed you off even more.

"i have no intentions of getting to be buddy-buddy with you." your eye twitched.

"still being a baby about what happened three months ago?" you pinch the bridge of your nose. "whatever im buying these." and he snapped.

"spending his money so carelessly, seriously why did he entrust you?" he gave a look of disgust as his glasses glint.

"youre pissing me off four-eyed freak." your lips pressed into a thin line, eyes narrowing.

he scoffed. "you got a real attitude for someone running errands for sae." you were furious—and even more so because he was right. you were just running errands for him. thats all this was. nothing special.

"something you got to say?" a voice calls out from behind him—and his face drains of color. its sae. panic sets in as he scrambles to explain the situation. he turns around to face the man.

"well i was just trying to get the best products for you, and she thinks she knows any better—" sae cuts him off with his cold tone.

"after that." his glare fazes the manger, unmoving.

"n-nothing sir i was just—"

"then stop wasting your breath." the manager falls silent, simply bowing in quiet acknowledgment. sae eyes at you and you awkwardly shift your eyes to the side as he walks up towards you.

"i thought you were going to watch the match. what happened?" you make eye contact with him.

he made a look of disgust. "well in a word, theyre shit." he glared down at your hands, holding two products. he lets out a low hum before speaking.

"buy those." turning around to walk off. you stood there for seconds before registering his words, immediately buying it after.

shortly after he had dropped you off, you still havent thanked him for what had happened, but you didnt want to overlook it as him being nice. thatd feel pretty weird, to you at least.

you 4:23pm "you didnt have to do that." sae 4:29pm "do what?" you 4:31pm "yknow, when your manager guy said all those stuff." sae 4:33pm "dont be ridiculous. he was just talking too much, it was getting annoying."

apology #65

this idiot had the nerve to call you childish for getting sick—now look at him. flushed, feverish, and completely out of it, with a thermometer sticking out of his mouth and that same stoic expression plastered on his pink face.

"how the hell did you end up sick. now youre telling me to come help you when i had work. i had to use my hours you know!" you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"told you you owed me one." he grumbled, followed by a cough.

"rest up daddy long lashes." you pull the thermometer from his mouth and glance at the reading—your eyes widen. thirty-nine.

"im genuinely concern." your eyes trail to his figure. youre not even sure if he can hear you anymore. eyes shut, his breathing grows heavier, and when you press your hand to his forehead, it feels like hes burning up more with every passing second.

you grab the two bowls, one filled with water and one empty, and a towel to lay on his forehead. youre constantly checking his temperature, hoping for a drop, but it never changed, it only climbs higher, forty. you dont even know if that was possible at this point, that was dangerously way too high, youre not even sure if a mere wet towel would help.

"seriously what did you do..." you sighed, your eyes lingering on his flushed face and heavy breathing.

"do you have any medicine..?" you tried to at least get a word out of him, but his fever is just catching up onto him.

"im gonna go look for some okay?" you rise from the small stool youd been sitting on, only to be stopped—sae grips your arm, his hold firm, as if refusing to let you go. without a word, he pulls you toward him until youre nestled against his body. your knee settles between his legs, your chest pressed to his, and your arms resting on either side of him.

"sae—" you prop yourself up but his hand on your back only pressed you down on his chest again, holding you firmly against him. you cant move an inch, he wont let you. your ear rests against his chest, his heartbeat pounds faster with every passing second. but for some reason, it soothes you. like a melody you could hear for hours.

"stay." his voice barely a whisper, his chest rising and falling as he struggles to control his breathing. you can feel the heat radiating off him, burning through the space between you.

"youre not going to feel better. and youll get me sick too." you let out a sigh. you can feel the way he clenched your shirt, his fingers tight with desperation. youre not even sure if hes himself right now—hes never acted in such a way before. it was probably his fever that caused him to be like this but he eventually does let go.

"ill be back." you ran out of his room, rummaging through the storage and cabinets in search of any sort of medicine that could of lessen his fever a bit. there was nothing, who the hell doesnt have an emergency medicine for fevers? you grit your teeth in frustration before making your way back into the room.

"sae, i might take a while but i need to go out and buy some medicine." you grab your bag and phone, making sure you have your wallet with you. before going, you squeeze out the water from his towel, wetting it again before placing it on his forehead. thats when you finally head out.

you had wished the manager was here even when you hated his guts, but he was on vacation since sae would of been relaxing for the next couple days, and those days were just sae being sick unfortunately. your fastest way was to just take the bus.

to the nearest pharmacy you had to take two busses, which wasnt so bad you supposed but it really was far, youre too worried about sae right now. in search for some tylenol, you thought liquid would of been a better choice, sae might of been too weak to take any tablets, so this was convenient.

you were glad you barely had enough to buy it, it was the last of your money, because youre broke. quickly thanking the pharmacist before waiting on your busses which took a while. you check the time, its only been about forty minutes, youre sure sae was fine.

back to his apartment, youre quick to enter in. "sae! i got it!" you exclaimed throughout the halls, walking to his room. you put down your bag on a nearby counter, entering your room, your eyes widen. saes on the ground, his eyes shut closed, every breath seemed labored with his face scrunched with discomfort. a faint sheen of sweat dotted his forehead, as if the simplest movement he were to do was painful.

"Oh my god, Sae!" you rush to him, dropping to your knees with a soft thud, your heart racing as you gently lift his head onto your lap. your fingers brush against his forehead again, and the heat radiating off of him is unbearable. panicked, you grab the towel that slipped to the floor, quickly wetting it before pressing it back onto his forehead, hoping it might bring some relief.

"what the hell are you doing..." you say with a worried expression. opening the bottle of tylenol pouring some into the little cup that came with it.

"drink up sae, youll feel better." you gently poured the cup down his mouth, but he only coughs it out. damn, and you thought the tablets would of been hard.

"sae cmon. you wont recover." you sighed in frustration, trying again, slightly holding his mouth ajar, even when he was in a vulnerable state, he wouldnt budge, not even an inch. you suck up the air around you before grabbing a pillow he could rest on. settling him down on the floor once again.

you hesitate for a bit, trying to shake the thought away, but it lingered, as if it were the only way.

"forgive me sae." you take a sip of the medicine, resting on your tongue. with a steady breath, you lean forward, your heart pounding as you tilt your head toward him. you cant bring yourself to do it, but his discomforted face only worries you, like it were your job to do this.

gently, you pressed your lips against his, transferring the medicine slowly, ensuring it wouldnt spill. its a brief, tender moment and the air shifts. something about it felt different, with an unspoken understanding. losing contact with his lips, you felt as if you lost that spark. the kiss was electrifying and it sent shivers down your spine.

his breath was warm against your skin. you felt as if you crossed the line, but youre not sure in the mind. it was all just to help sae feel better, that kiss meant nothing. he was somehow able to swallow the medicine without trouble with your help.

evening comes by fast, and sae awoken. he feels the bed dip to his right—its you. resting your head gently on the soft mattress, breaths soft and steady. he sits up slowly, propping himself up with his elbows, his fingers twitched as they brushed lightly against your delicate hands.

he cant help but look at the back of his hands, he felt something warm on his lips, even on the verge of passing out, he could of sworn he did. it was like a warmth that ingulfed him in comfort, something he could never experience again.

he presses his index and middle finger to his lips, applying gentle pressure against it. no that didnt feel right...it wasnt the same kind of warmth.

his gaze lingers on your hands before he takes hold of your wrist, gently pressing your fingers to his lips. it feels oddly familiar, but not quite the same. hes confused, what could it have been? he wants to experience that warmth once more. he turns his attention on your sleeping figure.

his long, tender fingers ghosts against your cheeks, feeling the way your body jolt from the lingering touches. he cant help but just stare at your rosebuds, slightly parted, looking so soft and full. his fingers trail to your jawline, tracing down to your chin as his thumb grazes your bottom lips.

the words "forgive me, sae" echoed in his mind. it was your voice — the last thing he heard before feeling the warmth of your embrace. he gently tilted your chin upward, leaning in to close the space between you, drawn to the soft rhythm of your breath against his lips. but just before he could close the gap, he froze. he didnt know why he stopped. he wanted to feel it—but something held him back, and he couldnt explain it.

its not until your head shifts, feeling the discomfort of saes finger, your lips connect. now he knows, this was the same warmth he felt earlier. he cant pull back, its addicting, inviting—intoxicating. hes not sure why feels this way. its weird, he cant explain it. youre just a little errand pet that has to make up for her apologies. youre nothing that falls beyond that point.

pulling back, he could only stare, dumbfounded by what he had just done. his hand rose instinctively to cover his lips, and as the realization sank in, a faint red tint crept up his cheeks.

"クソ(shit)." he cursed himself.

apology #96

"ive reserved somewhere for us. dress up errand 'boy'." sae speaks on the other line with his flat tone.

"what? i have work today, cant." you held the phone in between your head and shoulder, busy cleaning up your apartment. youve already used up a lot of your hours the past four months just for saes stupid favors.

"are you forgetting about your—"you cut him off, of course he always used that!

"just shut up. what time?" you sigh frustratedly.

"eight. ill pick you up at eight." he hangs up. honestly why couldnt he just go by himself? or just go with his stupid manager that you still hated. you didnt even know where he was taking you in the first place too but you assumed it was somewhere fancy. its something you havent done in a while, but its always nice to dress up.

you took your time, brushing on your makeup with gentle strokes, each touch bringing out your natural beauty. the dress you chose flowed effortlessly around your figure, hugging you like it was made just for you. you styled your hair with care, delicate jewelry catching the light as you fastened each piece. finally, you slipped on your heels, heart fluttering just a little as you glanced at your reflection—its been a while since youve dressed like this.

you enjoy the sounds of your heels clanking, it actually made you feel pretty. but it was almost time for sae to pick you up. patiently awaiting for him, you hear your doorbell rang. it must be him.

carrying your purse, you make your way to the front, opening it to see sae in a tuxedo, a red one.

the two of you exchanged glances, wrapped in silence. saes eyes lingered longer than usual, unmoving, almost unreadable. it wasnt like him—but then again, maybe it was the way you looked tonight. maybe he just wasnt used to seeing you like this.

his hand rose to your chin, which makes you halt your thoughts. his mind still lingers on the kiss you two shared, staring at your lips, so inviting, asking for his touch again. he wonders if you still think about it, crave for it.

his thumb gently grazed your lips, wiping away the layers of lipstick you carefully applied just for tonight.

“you look better without makeup,” he said with his voice flat, casually brushing his thumb against his own mouth—now stained with the faintest hint of pink from your lips. the pink really complimented his features more.

your face heats up, he really just did that in front of you, youre too busy in a trance when hes already walking away.

"ah wait!" you take careful steps towards him.

what he reserved was at a nice fancy restaurant, the most expensive in the city. youre overwhelmed by the different choices of food you never even heard of and these people surrounding you were probably millionaires also. you really felt out of place.

"whyd you bring me here…" you muttered, eyes skimming over the menu—every dish and side priced higher than what you made in a week.

"obviously to eat. youre just here because they don’t take reservations for one, other wise i wouldnt have asked." he said flatly, setting his menu down like he already knew what he wanted, resting his chin on his fist.

"right..." you sighed, of course, he wouldnt just randomly invite you because he wanted to.

"did you already decide?" he drinks the glass of wine that was brought to both you and him.

"i dont—i dont even know some of these dishes." at this point you might as well get the kids meal, which was the cheapest dish, but also expensive.

"just get the steak, im getting impatient here." he sighed as you settled the menu down.

"well i wasnt the one who wanted to go to this expensive ass resturant!" you grumbled.

"at least someone like you can step foot in here." he retorted back.

getting both of your guys meal, sae already takes bites of his food. but youre here admiring the beauty of your steak.

"eat your food." he notices you havent touched your food.

"it looks pretty though."

"im paying a hefty amount for it. eat it." he says, voice sharp.

you click your tongue at him, taking your knife and fork, smoothly slicing through the steak, taking just one bite of that steak. it was heaven.

the flavors burst across your tongue—not too chewy, not overcooked, just perfectly balanced. it was enough to make your eyes light up. so this is what fancy restaurants were like?

"calm yourself. youre too excited for something so normal." he sighed taking a bite of whatever he ordered,

"its the best steak ive ever had." you fell limp on your chair.

"hmph. wagyu is better." he scoffed.

after dinner, the two of you stepped out of the restaurant. the vibrant glow of billboards and neon signs bathed you and sae in shifting colors, painting the night in soft hues.

the moment you stepped out, the chilly air hit you. you immediately hug yourself, trying to give yourself warmth.

"ah—cold!" you shivered, hugging your arms around yourself. you hadnt brought a jacket, not expecting the night to be this chilly — just like last time. sae glanced over, his sigh barely audible as he watched you try to keep warm. without a word, he slipped off his tux jacket and gently draped it over your head and shoulders, letting it fall around you like a quiet embrace.

a low hum escaped his lips as you glanced up at him, but he didnt even spare you a glance. was he always this… considerate? the unexpected gesture sat heavily on your chest, stirring an odd warmth that only made the silence between you more awkward. you werent sure how to react—only that your words caught somewhere between gratitude and confusion.

"uhm… thanks," you mumbled, your fingers awkwardly clutching the edges of his jacket. it was still warm from his body, and the faint scent of his cologne clung to the fabric. you avoided his gaze, pulling it tighter around yourself, hoping he didnt notice the way your heart skipped.

the soft clack of your heels and the steady thud of his shoes echoed down the quiet street as the two of you walked side by side toward his car. sae kept his hands buried in his pockets, expression unreadable, while you held tightly onto his jacket draped over your shoulders. you werent sure why, but your heart seemed to beat faster with every step—maybe it was the weight of his scent on the fabric, or simply the feeling of being this close to him.

he drives you back to your apartment, the car ride back was quiet, only filled with the low-hum of the car engine and a soft whistle of wind slipping through the the cracks of the window, the tension of silence was heavier than it needed to be.

he pulls up in front of your apartment. sae steps out first, and you follow, rounding the car only to find him already there, waiting. your eyes lift to meet his, but the moment your gazes touch, your breath hitches and you quickly glance away—too flustered to hold his stare for long.

"your jacket." you clear your throat, shaking away the thoughts that flustered you. fingers curl around the lapels of his jacket, ready to return it—until youre stopped. saes hand wraps gently around your wrist, halting your movements.

"y-yes..?" you accidentally stammer your words. shit, now it just looks like youre nervous. he takes little steps towards you, your back hitting the car.

silence fills the air, the only light that emitted was the moon and the stars above you. his gaze intense and fierce, you cant look away from him, not with that look.

"one more favor." he releases your wrist, only to let his hand trail upward—fingers brushing along your jawline, slow and deliberate. His touch is light, almost hesitant, until he reaches your chin, tilting it up with ease, guiding your gaze to meet his, he wanted to relinquished that warmth he felt that day.

"can i...?" he leans in, his breath warm against your lips, mouth slightly parted with intent. you dont pull away—instead, your stillness speaks volumes. taking it as consent, he closes the gap in one smooth motion, crashing his lips against yours with heat and urgency. his hand stays firm on your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as he deepens the kiss, like hes been holding it in for far too long.

you return the kiss, a little hesitant at first, unsure of where to place your hands. before you can decide, sae takes your wrists gently, guiding your arms around his neck. the second your fingers meet, he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with quiet intensity—as if hes afraid to let the moment slip away.

your hands find its way to his soft pink strands, massaging his scalp in the meantime. his hands takes hold of your waist with a firm grip, not wanting to let go of you. of this kiss.

your felt cold the moment he pulled away, missing the warmth of his lips, his chest rose and fell rapidly, seeing the way you struggled to keep up with him.

"one more." he whispered in between gasps, this time with more passion, more rough. addicted to your lips, letting himself loose with you. his hands nestled in your hair, instinctively tugging on your locks.

you couldnt help the soft moans slipping past your lips—and he adored them. each sound stirred something deep within him, something he hadnt realized he craved. his tongue slid past your parted lips, drawing a gasp from you as he deepened the kiss, exploring you with a hunger that bordered on desperation. he was drowning in you, and for once, he didnt want to come up for air.

pulling out from the kiss, a thing string of saliva lingered between your lips and his. a bit of your lipstick leftover smeared on his face. you look disheveled, breathless as your mouth hangs slightly. saes hair messy, as he stared at you with his sharp gaze that remained locked on you. the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable, his desire for more clear in every silent second that passed. the tension is broken with the sound of saes ringtone.

he sighed, releasing his grip on you before taking his call. you stand there dumbfounded. did you just makeout with him? it was so intense, and it felt more than just a damn favor that you owed him.

returning his attention on you, you both feel the awkwardness that filled the air between you two.

"i have to get going." he stated bluntly, as if nothing happened between the two of you. like that kiss was nothing.

"uh—yeah. me too." you rub the sides of your arm, not so sure of what to do. after a few awkward exchanges, you bow, signaling your goodbye.

you walk pass him, unmoving, the clanks of your heels falter as you enter in the comforts of your abode.

he slid into the drivers seat of his car, leaning back with a sigh as he allowed the weight of the moment to settle. his mind replayed the passionate kiss between you two, each tender touch and heated embrace lingering in his thoughts. he couldnt shake the feeling, the taste of you still on his lips, as he sat there, lost in the memory of what had just transpired.

entering in your apartment, you shut your door tightly, replaying the the intimacy you two exchanged. the way his big hands gripped you effortlessly, the way his tongue asserted his dominance over you. his sharp gaze that makes you faze under one look.

you cant help but undress yourself, inhaling the scent of saes cologne that lingered on his jacket. your fingers finds it ways to your clit, rubbing it in circles as your body jerked.

sae cant help but unclasped his belt with one swift motion, the leather coming free with a soft click. the jangling sounds of the belt and the shuffling of his pants pulled down with eager, his cock springing to life with a wobble.

the sounds of your muffled moans echoing inside his head while he jerks himself. teasing the tip of his twitching pink tip that leaked of pre-cum, imagining your delicate small hands wrapped around his shaft. little grunts filled the car, with ragged breathing that followed, the air around him becomes hot.

your bed creaked. shifting your legs, imagining his large long fingers teasing your sopping cunt. collecting the slick that formed as lubricant, inserting your ring and middle finger in with ease. moans ripped from your throat, your nose brushing against his jacket, smelling his scent.

"i want to touch her."sae pants, speeding up his ministrations on himself, eyes shut closed, imagining your naked figure in front of him, using your pretty petite hands on him. a shaky breath escaped him, his chest rising with restrained emotion.

"i want to see her." his breathing hitched. cock twitching like crazy as his body quivered, toned muscles tensing as beads of sweat shimmered under the moons gentle glow.

"i want to be inside of her." he gasped out with one final stroke, his hot white lava spurt upwards, ribbons of cum spraying over his hand and cock. his chest rose and fell, breath shallow and quick.

"i want him to touch me." you thrust your fingers with rigger pace, curling upwards to massage your gummy walls that tightened on your fingers. the sounds of your squelching pussy echoing around the room.

"i want to see him." you let out moans of pleasure, the only vision that blurred your mind was the face of sae. his pretty lashes, his thick thighs, his big hands. legs quivering, speeding up the thrusting of your fingers as your free hands pinched your nipples, increasing the pleasure.

"i want him to be inside of me." gasping out, you grit your teeth with furrowed eyebrows. moans threatening to escape past your lips, failing to conceal them. you take one final whiff of his jacket, the smell of sae—its enough to make your juices squirt out of your cunt.

apology #99

its the longest time hes gone without contacting you. you wondered if that kiss was a part of this. you dont know why, you feel upset. its not like he was important to you, thats what you tell yourself. youre just running errands for him. just two more and youre done with the deal.

he didnt text you, he didnt call you. he didnt come to meet you. you wondered where it all went wrong, you should be glad. you never enjoyed doing these favors for him. it got irritating, but now youre not sure.

you couldnt take it anymore. grabbing a box of his favorite salted seaweed tea, you brought it to him, knowing he mustve run out by now. the silence between you two was unbearable. youd grown used to his presence—so much so, the thought of him not being in your life anymore made everything feel… different. emptier. gray.

you make your way to his apartment, scared and nervous. youre not sure if he even wanted to see you right now. but you cant help it. you...you miss him.

ringing the doorbell to his room. awaiting and hoping he was home. your breathing becomes unsteady and your heart pounds with anticipation. the door opens, revealing the person you longed the see, sae.

his gaze didnt falter, it was as if he expected your to come.

"s-sae. i brought in some tea for you as another..." you trail off. handing the box of tea to him. he only sighs, noticing your anxious self.

"come in." he turned around, signaling for you to follow.

you awkwardly walk in, taking your shoes off before stepping foot onto the floor.

your lips quivered, following him into the kitchen, placing the box of tea down on the marble counter. your fingers twiddled with each other, trying to ease that discomfort that was built inside the gut of your stomach. but you couldnt stop it, you just felt as if it worsened.

"why are you nervous." sae leans against the countertop next to you. your eyes meet—curious, searching—exchanging silent questions neither of you dare to voice.

"you havent been asking for favors." you shift your eyes elsewhere, avoiding his gaze purposely. you wanted to speak your mind, but you didnt want this to end. you were almost at the end, but you didnt want to leave sae. not after everything.

your train of thought shatters the moment he cages you between his arms, his body leaning in close. his presence looms over you, intense and quiet, eyes locked on you with a gaze that makes your breath catch.

"youre still calling these 'favors'..." he trails off. his voice carries a weight now—no longer flat, no longer distant, but serious in a way that makes your heart skip.

"but they stopped being that after a while now. didnt they?" he leaned forward, breath tickling your ears, his voice low and deep that sent shivers down your spine.

your breathing hitch, swallowing the knot of saliva that built up on your tongue.

"then what are they." your hands snakes up to his broad shoulders, taking hold of them.

"excuses to see each other. to keep us close." his voice hoarse. hes so close now, his presence overwhelming. you cant help the way your heart races, something stirring deep in your stomach—nervous, excited, maybe even hopeful. he brushes the back of his hand on your cheek, weighing the risk.

"let me touch you. let me be close. just this once." he seductively whispered to you, chest flushing against yours. you dont move, you dont flinch, none of that, only nodding.

on both sides of the bed, you undress yourself as sae does the same. you inhale sharply before slowly exhaling, turning to meet saes gaze. his eyes linger on your body a second too long, and something about it makes you feel exposed—like he could see right through you. instinctively, you cover the parts of yourself he seemed to want most.

he exhales a breath, taking in the sight of your naked figured. youre breathtaking. he doesnt understand why you try to hide the beautiful parts of yourself. stepping up behind you, one arm gently loops around your neck, the other slipping around your waist, holding you close.

"dont cover. let me see all of it." placing tender kisses on your neck, nibbling on the soft flesh that emit soft moans from your lips. your eyes lowered, slowly removing you arms that covered your sensitive areas.

he guides you to the bed, the mattress dipping beneath the added weight, causing you to bounce lightly. his hands settle on either side of your head, a knee slipping between your legs as he hovers over you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"its been too long." his hand lowers to your sweet spot, ghosting his fingers over your cunt that ached to be touched. you were wet by the second just by the mere sight of sae in front of you, knowing hed be the one taking you.

his fingers graze along your clit and your body shuttered under his touch. arms instinctively looping around his neck, eyes shut closed. sae looks down, rubbing his fingers in circles. taking in the moans that you so wanted to conceal.

“let it out. i want to hear it all.” he trailed soft kisses along your jaw, down to your shoulder, tender and gentle. you arms pulled him in close, moaning in his ear so shamelessly as your hips moved in a circular motion.

collecting the built up slick, gliding his fingers up and down before inserting them with ease.

"s-sae..." your mouth hangs open and its amusing enough for him to continue. curling his fingers up, he reaches the spot of your gummy walls that has you arching, your thighs that instinctively tried to close on their own.

“keep them open. i want to see you.” he forced your legs open, widespread, resting a hand on your knee, sitting back to see his fingers that were coated in your wetness.

its embarrassing, sae stares at your cunt that was being pleasured by him. his cock, painfully hard, needing a desperate release from you.

he pulls back, halting his ministrations, giving you a moment to catch your breath. you feel the warmth of his touch linger as he settles beside you, his eyes still tracing every inch of you.

“hurry.” he demanded impatiently. his cock twitching in anticipation, waiting for your touch. you prop yourself up, just to be met met with his huge cock. your eyes widened, completely in awe with his size.

“what the hell is this…?” you stared up at him.

“huh? what do you mean—my cock obviously.” he grumbled, waiting for you to hurry up. you swallow the built-up saliva on your tongue, your hand slowly reaching up to touch his cock. the moment your fingertips graze his skin, his body jolts—subtle, but telling—reacting to your lingering touch.

the way he released those breathless groans encouraged you to fasten your pace, stroking him up and down, fingers grazing the visible veins on his cock—thumb grazing his tip that already leaked of pre-cum.

"am i doing okay...?" you tilt your head up, your eyes are met with a flushed itoshi sae, mouth left hanging, eyes narrowed, and cheeks that flushed a faint red. the sight alone just made you more insatiable, like you wanted more from him.

your lips trembled with hesitation, but your mind was made up—you wanted this. you werent about to let the moment slip away. with a breathless pause, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his tip, slow and deliberate.

"fuck." he breathed out, feeling how your lips sucked his tip. light suckles that has him sucking in a breath. you go in, inch by inch, till you only took what you can.

he cradled your head in his large hands, fingers threading through your hair with a gentle intensity, gripping just enough to make your breath hitch as he held you close. your head bobs, drool seeping out from the corner of your mouth.

"keep going." he threw his head back, abs flexing with heavy breaths. instinctively gripping his hold harsher, feeling your warm mouth wrap around his shaft. youre only encouraged to fasten yourself, feeling him twitch hard inside.

but you wanted more. more than this. you latch yourself off his cock. sae catches up with his breathing, his gaze met with yours—eyes that pleaded with unspoken desire, burning with hunger only he could satisfy. and he understood the assignment perfectly.

he guides you down on your back, hands that laid you gently as they roamed your body, tracing random patterns as he trails down, massaging your mounds, feeling the softness of them. your body heats up, seeing how he hovered over you made you excited.

he takes hold of his cock, settling them in between your folds that was covered in your wetness. your sopping cunt that pulsed, yearning for his cock to be inside.

"tell me to stop if it hurts." he warns you beforehand, of course with something that big, it would surely stretch you out like crazy. you only nod, his elbows nestled on both sides of your head.

his pretty face hovered above you, eyes locked with yours—not just with lust, but something deeper, something indescribable that sparked a flame stronger than desire, a flame you werent so sure of.

his tip prodding at your hole, your lips parted slightly in anticipation, your breath becoming impatient. he pushes his hips forward, sheathing himself more in your walls, a breathless moan slips from both your mouths, tangled in the heat between you.

you arms instinctively wrap around his neck as leverage from the stretch of his cock that slowly filled you up. sae lets out groans that filled your ears, pushing past your pussy lips. the way your walls fluttered around his cock fueled his desires more than before.

"mmh.." a grunt escapes you as your nails carve crescent marks into his toned back, your brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut. he hisses, watching as your face scrunches in discomfort.

"does it hurt..?" he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand—gently wiping off the tears that slipped out the corner of your eyes.

"i-its okay. i want you to move." you flash him a weak smile, and his eyes widen. the way you ached for him mirrored his own longing. there was no turning back now.

slowly but gently thrusting in you, his tip poking the same spongey spot that made you into a whining mess. you cant help but arch your back, head throwing back from the pain that soon subsided with pleasure.

he longed to kiss you again, desperately latching onto your sweet lips, letting his tongue explore and taste you. the moans slipping from both your mouths were muffled in the heat of the kiss.

he grinds his hips on you. the warmth of your walls made his mind go hazy—intoxicating and unforgettable. now that hes had a taste, he knows hell never be able to let it go.

you admire his face—the way his lashes flutter and gently bat at you makes the moment feel all the more intimate. youve longed for his touch, and now, hes finally giving you just that.

your legs warp around his hips, accessing him deeper inside of you, you can feel it in your stomach. it stirs that familiar knot deep inside you—a sign that release is drawing near. he can only push in so deep, feeling his abdomen tighten.

his mouth wanders to your neck, grazing your skin with soft kisses and the occasional playful bite, marking you like a promise.

"last one." you breathed out, your lips parted as you take sight of his cheeks that flushed with the color of pink, his sharp gaze that locked on you with desperation and intensity that steals your breath.

"one more favor." his bangs clung to his forehead, pearls of sweat trailing down his skin—his abs glistening under the soft light, like marble kissed by heat. he lets out ragged breaths, his big hands that gently handled you with care, feeling up your body.

he leans in close to your ear, his breathless moans spilling into it, sending shivers down your spine as he continues his slow, deliberate thrusts.

"be mine" he says without hesitation, more like a growled, a demand. his voice laced with certainty. he knows exactly what he wants—and he’s certain you want it too. your eyes widen from his 'request', taking in his words.

you let out a giggle, pulling him in close.

"yes, i will." your breath hitches, and sae feels the way your walls tighten around him—a silent signal that youre close. he is too, chasing that final high with you, completely in sync.

"i-im close sae." you throw your head back, lost in the moment. sae doesnt respond—not with words, at least. hes too consumed, too focused on you. he wants to savor this—this moment of love that makes him feel alive again.

the sounds of a soft 'phwap' echoed repeatedly, the sounds of your squelching cunt that spilled of your juices, and the sounds of moans that escaped from your lips filled the air.

"f-fuck...sae—!" he sucked in a breath hearing the way his name rolled off your tongue. you came from your high, juices that came pouring down, making a mess on his cock and the sheets beneath you. sae helps ride out your orgasm, grinding into your sopping cunt that throbbed.

"[n-name]. he gasped out in between. hes close too. making sure he gets the feelings of your cunt for the last seconds of it. pulling out with ease, he jerks off his cock, as ribbons of cum coated your body, splattering you like a canvas he paints on. the moan of release that tore from his throat sounded like music to your ears—raw, deep, and intimate. it stirred something inside you, a warmth that coiled deep in your stomach.

the breathless moans that you both let out fill the room, releasing your arms around his neck as sae admires the mess he made on you. e quietly slips off the bed, returning moments later with a small cloth hed soaked in warm water, his touch gentle as always, with slow, careful strokes, he cleaned the warmth and sweat from your body, treating you with a quiet kind of affection.

"hey, are you okay..?" he asks, noticing how unresponsive you were—your chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven movements.

you let out a soft hum of approval, a light chuckle that fell from your lips. you sat up to meet with his gaze. theres a moment of silence between you two, after that youre not so sure what else to say.

you both took turns in the shower, washing away the warmth and sweat clinging to your skin. now, you sit quietly on the edge of his bed, the sheets cool against your legs, while sae steps out of the bathroom—running a towel through his damp hair.

he settles besides you, mattress dipping from his weight, noticing how you fiddled with your fingers on your lap. he knows youre nervous when you do that.

"whats wrong." his voice gentle, hands traveling to your nervous hands to soothe you. you exhale a deep sigh, returning your gaze to him.

"are we...." you trail off, struggling to find the right words, afraid anything you say might come out wrong and ruin the moment. The silence stretches, not uncomfortable, but heavy with things unsaid.

he knows whats on your mind. his hand finds your chin, drawing your in close.

"we are." he reassures you, he says with that stoic expression that planted on his face, followed by a sweet kiss, this time it felt different. a tender kiss full of love.

you both pull out from the kiss, and you cant help but flash a smile at him.

"i guess im not your errand 'boy' anymore haha." you giggle softly, and he responds with a low hum, his gaze distant as if his mind lingers on something unspoken.

"愛してます." your face left a puzzled expression with the sudden change of language.

"what?" you raised an eyebrow.

"i called you an errand boy." he flicks your forehead playfully, and you yelp in surprise, your hands instinctively reaching up to soothe the sting. you grumbled, pinching his cheek in retaliation.

hiii this took me so long wahh i hope u guys enjoy it :>

tags ✎: @rinrinniebaby @kaiserpussy

જ⁀♡⊹｡° sniper, sniper, sniper ♡ wifey, wifey, wifey

( bllk boys showing you off )

♡ a/n — i just love the tiktok trend so :) ( was going to attach a link to a tiktok showing what i was talking abt but it wouldn't work. just look up sniper sniper sniper wifey wifey marines and you'll see what i meant :) )

♡ content — all characters are 18+ !!, mentions of tiktok & instagram, slight cursing, tbh bad writing, nicknames like 'love' , 'wifey' , and 'my girl' used, probably ooc characters

♡ synopsis — blue lock boys showing off their girlfriend :)

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' oh that's your wifey ? ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...tiktok maker

if there was anyone you would really and truly call chronically online, it would be him. every day he'd come to you with some new word he learned from tiktok, or a meme that would plague your house for weeks until it went away.

so when he pulled out his phone to show you a video, you weren't expecting it to be a couples trend.

" please, please, pleaseee, love? you'd look so cute in my arms like that ! " and he had just won a big game...how could you say no to him?

so here you were, being carried like a bride in your lovely boyfriend's arms. if it were anyone else, you'd be too worried about how long they could hold you, but since it was him you didn't worry.

it took a few tries, each of you messing up a part at least once and you accidentally dropping the phone a few times, but after you figured it out, the video was practically perfect.

they posted it to their public tiktok account with the caption

' not my wifey yet, but soon ;) '

and to say all the notifications were making his phone glitch would be an understatement.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ BACHIRA MEGURU, hiori yo, SHIDOU RYUSEI, chigiri hyoma, OTOYA EITA, isagi yoichi

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...instagram poster

maybe, just maybe it was wrong of him.

wrong of him to want to post these pictures the two of you had taken on your date to the aquarium?

if he were any other, normal, person this wouldn't have seemed like a big deal, but since he had at least a million followers and some were a bit more obsessed than others, it was.

you'd told him multiple times that you were okay with him posting you, really if he was happy, you were happy. maybe it was the egoist in him, but he wanted to keep you to himself.

fuck it.

if you wanted to be posted, he was going to post you. who cared what anyone else thought? their opinions didn't mean anything to him.

he selected a few of the pictures the two of you had taken at the aquarium, sneaking one of a lipstick stain on his neck in the middle of the slides.

if he was going to announce his relationship to the public, why not let the world know how utterly whipped he was for you?

the caption was a simple

' gotta love my girl ♡ '

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ YUKIMIYA KENYU, karasu tobito, REO MIKAGE, alexis ness, RANZE KURONA, gin gagamaru

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...national television?!

the ever illusive pro soccer player. that's what every press agency called your boyfriend.

his ability to somehow dodge any paparazzi and answer very short questions during press conferences made every view into his personal life shine like gold.

based on an instagram story ( that was taken down in less than 10 minutes ) where a picture of him with his arms around a woman in a bathroom mirror, the media could assume he was in a relationship. in that photo, however, the woman's face was not visible, so the questioned still remained...

what woman could capture this mans heart?

he hadn't cared, not really. a photo was nothing to him, but you were everything. he tried really hard to keep your identity private, he didn't want you to be absorbed into a world of cameras always in your face.

but after he made the game winning goal of a very important game...all he wanted to do was see you.

maybe it was the way he could see you in the section you'd always sat, or maybe it was his ego wanting to tell everyone "yeah i'm the best soccer player, and yeah i have the best girl, what about it?"

as all of the adoring fans rushed the field, including you, he just wanted to see you. he knew, realistically, he should just go back to the locker room and come meet you afterwards like he usually did, but not today.

he shrugged off ever reporter and fan that wanted to talk to him, which was nothing new, but instead of leaving to the locker room, they watched as he walked over to you

he knew all eyes were on him, the world still watching...but he couldn't find it in himself to care. he wrapped his arms around your waist

" made that goal for you, ya know? "

you were a little surprised at his appearance, but if he didn't care neither than you.

" i know. "

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ NAGI SEISHIRO, rensuke kunigami, RIN ITOSHI, shidou ryusei, ZANTETSU TSURUGI, sae itoshi

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' i think i like her . ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

this was a midnight brain dump so it's pretty bad, but i hope yall liked it :)

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

─── 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 7.1k | content: fluff, making out, college!au, mentions of insecurity, only very brief angst !!, alcohol, slight jealousy

notes: this was supposed to be lengthier and in smau format but i suck at that so here it is in fic format :’) i know i know, i write sae way too much </3

summary: you have a crush on sae. for a long time now. and he’s always known that. he just wants to see how long you can hold out.

HIGH SCHOOL: 2ND YEAR

itoshi sae knows you like him.

you’re really obvious it’s pathetic, really. once during recess, he’d wanted to go back to the classroom to get some shut eye because soccer was way too draining lately, and guess who he saw slipping a little love note into his locker?

of course you. you and your little pink heart-shaped post-it that read i think you’re cute and i really really like you. because it was valentines and you were one of the many to send him little scribbles of confessions.

even now, when you sit just a couple of rows in front of him, he catches you looking behind at him, and sae purposely doesn’t look at you, doesn’t let you know he knows you’re staring. he’s not really sure why. maybe he feels bad if he exposes you or something.

throughout the rest of your sophomore year in high school, he continues to observe as you so subtly (not really) try to be friends with him. you always try to get picked to be in the same group as him for projects (which never works out), you try to sit next to him in lecture halls (but his friends cockblock you always), and during phys ed classes you try so hard with soccer but you’re really quite bad at it.

maybe it’s sae not being able to continue observing your failures that he throws you a bone.

“you need to bend your knees a little more.”

frozen stiff from the unexpected company, you awkwardly try to bend your knees further, all while staring at the ground. if sae was nice, he’d laugh and joke around with you, asking why you seemed so scared of him. but he’s not, so he only sighs and stands beside you while you try.

after a few more seconds, sae understands you don’t really understand so he moves to push down on your thigh, and by then you really freeze up, falling flat on your ass in front of him.

sae wants to laugh now, really, because it’s amusing how nervous you are. for no good reason too.

the next time sae talks to you, it’s during lunch time when he queues up behind you. on purpose. he doesn’t even usually eat from this stall, but seeing you there makes him want to mess with you a little. he purposely stands a little too close, makes himself prone to an accidental bump.

which does happen. because you’re just like that.

“oh, sor—” you stop midway as if realising it’s sae immediately dissolves you of any obliged apologies. “sorry,” you force out before whipping your attention back in front. the both of you don’t talk in that moment and sae can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

but sae continues to help you during phys ed classes, and you still try to get assigned to be his group mate. nothing groundbreaking happens during sophomore year of high school because nothing is born out of it.

nothing, except maybe a tiny bit of sae’s inexplicable emotions for you.

HIGH SCHOOL: SENIOR YEAR

sae thinks maybe you went to a shrine over the holidays. how else would he explain you finally getting partnered with him on a project? and to top it off, it’s a two-person team for the entire year.

you get him all to yourself.

the moment the teacher calls your name after his, it’s like sae can practically see your tail wagging. you manage to compose yourself when you catch him staring at you though.

it’s a little cute, if he’s being honest.

“so, what do you think our project should be about?” your voice wavers a little when you speak to him. is he that intimidating?

sae wonders what if he tries to be a dick during this project. would you be obedient or would you actually bite back?

he tries to find out.

sae shrugs and acts disinterested, staring out the window of the second floor of the library where you’d both agreed to meet to work on it together. “don’t know, don’t care, think you could handle it for us? i’ve got too many soccer trainings, too tired.”

for a split second, you’re taken aback—he sees you sitting upright a little more, blinking twice at him because surely that’s not what you imagined your crush to behave like. not when he has straight As and is almost the top of your cohort.

and for a while, sae thinks you might actually be the former; obediently listening to him, making sure he’s happy. but then you furrow your brows and clench your fists and go “itoshi sae, who do you think you are” and oh, oh, you’re not the former, you’re the latter and you’d actually kill him if he was a dick. fuck.

somehow his hands instinctively come up in surrender and his mouth opens, “i was just kidding.”

it’s almost comical how your expression softens up immediately and you laugh, and sae keeps staring at you because you actually have a really nice smile. he never really noticed it before. and when the two of you actually get started on the project, sae finds himself observing you more than actually contributing.

yeah, you’re really quite pretty.

“any plans for the summer?”

it’s now almost july and summer break is around the corner, and to be honest sae’s kind of bummed about it. it’s beyond him why not seeing you would make him disappointed, but he’s not going to try and pursue the reason. he has his training camps to worry about.

“soccer. you?”

“mmm, a short trip with my parents.”

usually sae would leave it at that, but he asks about you, and he sees that tail wagging again. “where?”

“just gonna go to hokkaido,” you tell him. and you look like you’re anticipating him to ask more, but sae’s stuck. he doesn’t really know what to ask. he’s not exactly curious as to what you’d be doing there.

so you take matters into your own hand when you swiftly grab his phone from the table, key in your number and call yourself from his phone before putting it right back. sae watches you the whole time, wondering when exactly you’d gotten this bold.

“there, now you can’t escape me even over summer break.”

and he doesn’t. because you text him about your trip when you’re there, you send him pictures of the scenery and of the food you’re eating and you’re really inconsiderate because you send him that shit when he’s stuck in soccer bootcamp with twenty-four sweaty guys who’s none the better than him.

sae can end it by all means, just by not responding to you, but for the first time, talking to someone isn’t really a pain, and he thinks you’re kind of funny and the stickers you send are kind of cute so he’ll let this continue. even if by continue he means sending mediocre, lacklustre responses that just barely manages to keep the conversation going.

(in sae’s mind at eighteen, sending replies like okay and i see are considered acceptable and subjectively considered effort.)

when summer break finally ends and it’s early september, sae finally sees you again while he walks to school. he walks a little faster just to catch up to you before he adjusts his pace, acts like it’s coincidence that he’s right beside you.

and somehow he’s made it a routine; to memorise what bus you get off of and catch you on the way to school. even if he sees you in classes and even after classes in the library.

you’re acting a little less like he’s on a podium and more like normal friends and he kind of likes that. he likes being able to see you unfiltered when you gossip, likes seeing you laugh at stupid lame jokes, likes the way you hang close to him whenever you’re beside him.

okay maybe like is a little stretching it, he doesn’t mind being able to tolerate it. or maybe he’s just in denial, whatever.

winter comes and it’s somehow the time when more girls try to talk to him, mainly because somehow the school decides to hold a winter event this year; it’s going to be held near the edge of the city, where the biggest skating rink is.

by his guess, most girls are looking for a guy to have a skating date with.

in the library during your usual meetup for the school project, sae gets more than a couple visitors trying to get him for that same reason. you eye everyone that approaches the table, and sae can’t help but notice how he actually likes when you’re pouty. maybe it’s his twisted thinking that jealousy means you’re still into him.

“itoshi-kun, i was thinking whether you wanted to go to the winter event together?” another girl from your class, mizuno, asks him, and sae is tired of it, frankly. but he doesn’t show it. he only looks at you, and you look back at him because he doesn’t usually stare for this long.

then, he looks at mizuno and rejects her.

“sorry, can’t, i’m going with y/n.”

(you get home that day being completely flustered and completely happy.)

on the day of the event, sae keeps his word. he goes with you, sticks beside you the entire time. his friends snap pictures of the two of you and you always look so embarrassed. maybe you’re just not used to all of this attention. but that’s fine, it’s cute.

one thing he learns about you is that you can be real clumsy sometimes. like now, when you get so excited over your watermelon slushie that you somehow spill it all over your jacket and clothes.

sae ends up giving you his puffy winter jacket while he braves the cold with whatever he has left. that’s fine, he’s strong. besides, getting to watch you wear his jacket the entire time feels like a bonus somehow.

he thinks by now you should confess already, but you don’t. you’re happy to stay in this bubble with him right now, whichever phase the two of you are at. so is he. it feels kind of nice.

feels especially nice when you hang onto him for dear life in the skating rink even though neither of you are moving. sae’s aware that people are staring holes into both of you but it’s strange how much he doesn’t mind when it’s with you. that’s why he holds his hands out, lets you take them, makes himself pull you along. he finds himself wishing neither of you were wearing gloves so he could feel how soft your hands are.

by the end of the day, everyone takes it that the both of you are together, even though the both of you are too avoidant to talk about it.

“hey, sae? thanks for today,” you say later that night when everything is done and you’d had the giddiest experience with sae. he’s walking you home and he doesn’t even know why; it’s a mystery to him why he keeps himself close whenever he can.

“it’s fine, i was the one who told people i was going with you, so.”

when he gets you to your front porch, you don’t go in immediately, standing right there with your back facing him, and sae wonders what’s going through your head. if only he could see the expression on your face right now, maybe he’d know.

you let him; because you turn around, giving him a big smile before you take a step forward and press a chaste kiss on his cheek, immediately turning on your heel and running into your house.

neither of you say bye, both of you are just a little too stunned to speak. sae stands out there in the cold for a little while longer, his face and ears red—he’s not even sure whether it’s from the weather or from you—but even when he starts to leave, you’re still slumped at your front door, covering your face in embarrassment, knees too weak to stand up.

there’s only one more quarter left until you graduate and sae and you both act like nothing happened that day. you still gossip unfiltered and he still listens but acts like he doesn’t.

except now instead of sitting across from you, he opts to sit directly beside you. sometimes sits a little too close just so your arms will brush against each other. sae also lets you keep his puffy jacket because you said you liked it.

you wear it throughout winter.

when graduation comes around and it’s time for sae to choose his university, he can’t help but take a peek at your screen. a smile comes to his face when he sees your first choice is the same as his. you’re smart too, he doesn’t doubt you’ll get in.

“itoshi sae, you can smile?”

sae immediately turns it into a frown. “guess not.”

you take your words back. “hey, i’m just kidding! it’s just rare… that’s all.”

so you notice him a lot then?

sure, you might not have seen him smile a lot. but that’s fine. from what sae knows, you have the entirety of your university years to possibly catch it.

UNIVERSITY: FRESHMAN YEAR

of course you enter the same university as itoshi sae. it’s not on purpose, but you’re glad you both made it here anyway.

at least knowing one friendly face is better than none.

to be honest, you’re not really sure where you and sae stand. he’s never said anything about that kiss, but he also doesn’t stay away from you. can you take that as a positive thing?

if anything, he’s even closer.

somehow, his dorms and yours are practically next door. when you open your bathroom window, you can look right into his. it happened once, by accident, and you’d caught him, shirtless with just a white towel hanging around his neck, hair damp as he brushes his teeth, the droplets of water on his abs looking very inviting.

but then he caught you staring and you’ve shut your bathroom window ever since. thankfully, he never mentions it.

being in university and staying in campus meant that you were both hanging out much more informally. and you’d think that two people at the age of nineteen who’d known each other for three years would be less awkward than this but it’s you and sae and somehow there’s always an element of awkwardness.

it’s halfway into your freshman year and you’d just watched the first match that sae’s playing for the university team. you’re a little starstruck, honestly. to think that the guy you’ve always had a crush on is this good at soccer.

he’s amazing. you’re feeling like a potato sack.

“hey, you know him right?” hime gushes.

your friends are with you, so it’s natural they ask.

mira on your left sighs, “guess we have no shot with him since he’s with y/n all the time,” she says, nudging you in the elbow.

you’re starting to regret bringing them here with all the teasing. you’re also regretting coming here yourself because you see several girls running to him asking for a picture together. some of which you recognise, some of which are the popular girls.

sae doesn’t stop them from snapping what they can, but he also doesn’t stop for them at all. instead, he saunters over to you, hime and mira wordlessly disappearing to the side.

“gimme that,” sae says, gesturing to the phone in your hand. you obey, of course, and he smirks, then he snaps a selfie with you before tossing your phone back and walking off.

the pairs of eyes on you make you half-embarrassed yet half-proud. even with this many fangirls, sae chooses to come to you.

that night sae asks you to send him the picture.

yeah, maybe you can take that as a positive thing.

freshman year after that is generally uneventful. you and sae are both trying to find your footing, with him preoccupied mostly with soccer trainings while you’re drowning in assignments and projects that have nothing to do with him.

but you still see him in the mornings sometimes, when you walk past your common room and he’s in his, and you wave at him when he’s alone so you’re not so shy, and he nods in acknowledgement before he just walks away.

one night while you’re burning the midnight oil trying to cram some accounting knowledge into your brain, you get a text from sae.

wanna get supper?

both of you end up at one of the supper spots outside of school, a little cosy shop that sells boba and ramen even after midnight.

“why’d you wanna get supper?”

sae shrugs, taking a sip of his plain water. “just bored, couldn’t sleep.”

“isn’t this soccer season? you can’t even eat anything in here, it’s definitely not passable for your diet.”

he sighs, leaning back against his chair. “so? quit whining and start eating your shit already.”

if it was some other guy you’d be rolling your eyes and storming off. but it’s sae and you know him and he thinks he’s talking normally like this. besides, when you catch his eyes flicker up to lock with yours you get a little dizzy inside.

“what’re you up so late for anyway?”

sae’s fingers are drumming lightly against the surface of the metal table, teal eyes diligently observing as you bring the strands of noodle to your lips. “told you, i couldn’t sleep.”

you find that strange; he’s always been able to sleep, no problem. and he’s strict about his eight hour sleep schedule. what could be getting to the great itoshi sae?

(sae’s lying through his teeth; having his bedroom right across from yours means he can see when your lights aren’t out. sue him for being a little concerned.)

“so, heard you and the team are going on a soccer trip somewhere in europe,” you bring up. you’d heard it from your friends, strangely, instead of sae himself.

he nods. “yeah, just a select few,” he tells you, “only if we win the tournament though, then the team’ll officially invite us over.”

so-called team you heard about is real madrid, and you’d be crazy to think that sae couldn’t help your university team win on his own.

“guess i won’t be seeing you around when you go,” you mumble idly, not completely aware of what you’re basically saying.

sae is adept at reading in between the lines, but he doesn’t probe you on it. he’s not sure he wants to. he doesn’t know what this is. do you still like him? does he like you too? all these feelings are new; sae doesn’t know what to do with it.

so he keeps it to himself. for now.

he doesn’t really do a good job at following through with it though, because on the day of the tournament finals, he looks at you and winks right as he orchestrates that winning goal for his team, and you’re left wondering if you’re imagining things.

UNIVERSITY: SOPHOMORE YEAR

the final part of your freshman year went and gone, and it didn’t go exactly how you imagined it to be. you didn’t expect to hear from sae at all when he went on his trip after that tournament.

but you did.

he replied you whenever he had the time. told you anything you asked for. even called you when you had a mini meltdown because of finals.

to be frank, you don’t know what the both of you are anymore. you’re cursing yourself for being too scared to ask.

“hey y/n, have you seen hime anywhere?”

it’s oliver asking, captain of the university’s soccer team and also hime’s current situationship. he’d started hitting her up since that first time sae played and brought attention to you and the people around you.

“yeah, she’s by the pool with mira.”

oliver leaves as soon as you tell him, and you stand awkwardly at the corner of the living room, by the full panel of glass windows, wondering if you should just go home. you’d only came because hime and mira both said you needed to experience a party at least once this year but now you’re surrounded by people making out and drunkards slipping into the pool that it makes you regret giving this a shot at all.

especially since sae’s not going to be back till tomorrow, garnering as much interest as he did during his time in spain. you really have no reason to be here.

“hey there, pretty.”

startled, you find a familiar face up close in your personal space, his finger twirling your hair. you’d recognise that head of blonde and pink anywhere.

“oh, you’re ryusei shido right? you’re on the soccer team with sae,” you think out loud, and he nods, and you can see his blonde lashes so closely it’s making you flustered.

“mhm, fwhat’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a corner? seems like a shame,” he comments, though he doesn’t even give you a chance to answer. the next thing you know, shido drags you into a drinking game with hime and mira (which is why your first instinct wasn’t to run off, if you could trust anyone it’s your best friends). although, shido is getting annoyingly close and you can’t decide if you’re nervous or annoyed.

and the heavens surely love you when they let shido draw the card that corresponds to a dare, and they love testing your boundaries when some guy called otoya dares him to kiss you.

but no, you know that the heavens really do love you when someone yanks shido’s hair back and pulls him away from your face, taking his spot in between the both of you in the bid for proximity that you don’t mind because it’s itoshi sae.

“sae, what’re you doing here? i thought you wouldn’t be back till tomorrow,” you ask, a little shell-shocked but you still notice he’s discerning frown and how there’s barely any space between the two of you.

he looks at you, tilting his head, “what? my girl’s not happy to see me here?”

you don’t respond. half because you think you’re dreaming and fuck—really, did he just call you his girl?

“eh? i don’t recall you having a girlfriend?” shido leers, a hand on the spot of his head where sae had pulled on earlier.

“yeah, besides, shido still has to do the dare.” otoya sounds bored more than anything, but the guy beside him, karasu, if you remember correctly, is smirking.

sae sighs, and you feel like you must’ve crossed the boundary to another dimension when you feel sae’s lips on yours, and you think you’re in limbo when you feel his hand on your neck, pulling you close. his tongue pries your lips apart and people are whistling while shido’s behind him saying get a fucking room or i’ll beat off to this.

when the object of your affection finally pulls away, you’re met with the same pair of unbothered teal eyes, the pair that immediately turns to face otoya. “there, did it for him. now move on.”

you’re beginning to thank alcohol for its existence when almost everyone obeys wordlessly, moving on to some other guy’s turn. you really can’t remember who sits on shido’s right when all you can think of is that itoshi sae, your longtime high school crush, actually kissed you.

that’s enough to warrant the question, right? the question of what sae takes you for?

the inner debate sparks long into the night, even when sae walks you back to your apartment, the both of you side by side in silence.

“sae, what was that?”

he plays coy. “what was what?”

you’re only a little tipsy, so you can still tolerate his avoidance. “you confuse me a lot, you know that?”

sae doesn’t take the bait. “oh, i see.”

“you were jealous.” he was. he really was. you can tell; he was sour to shido the entire night. he stuck close to you too, sometimes your fingers brushed against each other’s.

“so what if i was?”

this one is new. sae’s actually admitting it. and usually you’d chicken out but you can see your apartment coming into view and you don’t want to let this go.

“what am i to you, sae?” you manage to choke it out a few feet away from the door, and sae stops in his tracks, hands in his pocket and teal eyes looking heavenward.

you’re beginning to regret your decision to ask; you’re not sure if his indecision is a good or bad thing. nothing seems to be simple when it comes to itoshi sae.

but he does nothing to appease your confusion when he steps in front of you, his body pressed flush against yours as he presses another kiss to your lips, and you think this one is special because it’s not done in the name of a dare or in front of anyone else. this kiss is for you and you alone and sae is doing this on purpose.

when he pulls back, you see him furrow his brows and you can tell that maybe he’s just as confused as you are.

“when i managed to get an earlier slot for my flight, all i could think about was how excited i was to see you.”

is this… a confession? you’re even more confused now that you don’t even know what to say.

to be honest, so is sae, which is why he swallows the lump in his throat and relegates to his apartment, “goodnight.”

things after that change just a little.

you’d decided to go with the flow, just because you really don’t want to sabotage whatever friendship you and sae had left, although most of the time, sae is the one toeing the line. even though he doesn’t outright tell you anything regarding his feelings.

but you think you figured him out.

sae asks you out whenever you’re both free, and not for shit like studying or errands, but for movies and dinner and he drives you around in his car and looks at you like you’re the only girl he sees. his eyes don’t wander when he’s with you, and he lets you wear even more of his jackets. it’s also evolved to his jerseys and his beloved windbreakers. you have one of each in your own closet and he never seems to ask for them back anymore. he also lets you wear his rings, puts them on your fingers randomly.

both of you still go for parties, especially when it’s one of the soccer guys who are throwing it, because they practically force sae to go and they know you’re the key to convincing him.

most of the time the two of you just laze on the couch, drinking and talking about nothing at all, and he idly plays with your fingers when he’s tipsy, something you never tell him because you like it, because you don’t want him to feel self-conscious and stop. he also smells your hair after he sends you home and hugs you before he retreats to his place, and you wonder if he’s fully sober when he does that.

you resign to getting your answer some other time, because you don’t want anything to ruin this, if this is just an illusion. yeah, you’d talking feelings some other time.

UNIVERSITY: JUNIOR YEAR

you really had no right to be, but you are. try as you might, you can’t stop yourself from feeling the way you do. especially not when she’s sitting so so close to him, when her hand brushes his fingers.

she’s just his project partner, nothing more, but something irks you about the way she can get so close to him so quickly when it took you much longer. but then you hear from shido that kaori is rin and sae’s childhood friend, so maybe that’s why they’re so damn close.

apparently, she’d gotten back to japan after ten years abroad. with great timing too, right when you thought you and sae could amount to something.

“you know, i could help you make him jealous if you wanna,” shido whispers in your ear one time when he catches you staring at them. “we’ll make him feel how you feel, m’kay?”

and while that’s tempting, you shake your head. it’s unreasonable for you to take it out on him that way, not when he hasn’t actually done anything that proves he’s just leading you on.

lately sae’s been so busy around kaori that you’re just thinking too much. you’re wondering if he’s slowly replacing you. he still talks to you over text, but you barely hang out like you did before. you still spot him through the windows, but he’s always too tired to notice you. even his texts are getting slower.

“hey, you okay?”

trust it to hime to notice your personal dilemma. you’re not really surprised though, because she’s been watching you moping for the last few weeks. she now has oliver wrapped fully around her finger, with him sticking around her all the time, which is a surprise considering his reputation.

but hime will take your side, you know this, and maybe that’s why you play it off. you don’t want her to hate sae because of a momentary feeling, so you tell her you’re just sick and you’ll go back home.

the moment you get back to your apartment, you see sae waiting out on the front, car ready while he leans against the hood, waiting.

and you might’ve asked if he was waiting for kaori, but then he looks up and sees you and smirks and that’s all you need to know that he’s not. he was waiting for you, and now he’s opening the passenger side door and telling you to “get in, stupid.”

that’s how sae is with you, impromptu and surprisingly sweet. he drives you to the pier, a cute spot right next to an amusement park where he’d gotten you some candy floss before the both of you just sits on the hood of his car, enjoying the scenery.

“why’d you suddenly bring me here?”

sae lies down, the sun hitting his face in all the right places. he’s gorgeous, you realise for what seems like the thousandth time since you’d known him.

“oliver told me you’d been a little mopey lately,” sae says, and you’re already embarrassed. “sorry if i’ve been busy lately.”

you mirror his position, lying down next to him, and it feels oddly nice like this. you’re not sure if it’s the situation or the person.

“it’s okay, i heard that kaori’s your old friend right? you guys must have a lot to catch up on.” it doesn’t stop you from feeling jealous, but it’ll pass. you hope.

sae chuckles before he turns to you, and you turn to face him too, “you’re jealous.” he smirks, and you’re reminded of the same thing you told him that first night he kissed you.

“shut up, sae.”

he laughs because you’re being pouty, and because maybe it feels a little nice to know you can feel it too. just then, he mirrors what you did way back in high school, reaching across you for your phone. except he doesn’t key in anything—he opens up your camera and takes a picture of the two of you like this, sae looking naturally handsome and better than you because you’re stunned he’s doing this, eyes wide and expression puzzled.

“what’s that for?”

sae’s still fiddling on your phone as you ask, and then he passes it back to you. he’d set it as your phone’s wallpaper.

“to remind you that you’re the one i like, idiot.”

and even though you and sae aren’t physically too close in the wallpaper, you think maybe it’s enough to tide your feelings through for now. he doesn’t ask you for anything else after that, just leaves his confession at that and sends you home before saying he has to finish up his project, aka going to find kaori.

it’s fine by you though, because now you know where sae’s head’s at, even though he never explicitly asked you anything. you’re sure he knows how you feel too, especially since you’d been the one to kiss him first that day a few years back.

but how apt for you to go to sleep early and be woken up by dozens of messages blowing up your phone, the majority of them attaching pictures at a certain party.

still pictures of sae locking lips with kaori, and you feel your heart sinking.

sae’s message comes through just as you’re scrolling through your phone.

meet me at my place? not what it looks like, i promise.

and maybe it’s because you feel like you know sae well enough that you’re not even panicking. you respond within seconds.

sure, see you!

you take the liberty of going next door, entering when one of the other guys who lives there clumsily walks in drunk. it’s easy enough to find sae’s room, you recognise it from across your own room too well. and maybe it’s a slight invasion of privacy but you can’t help but turn your attention to his desk.

his room is all neat with the occasional laundry thrown on the corner of the room, trophies and medals on the bookshelf by the table. but what catches your eye is the little pink heart-shaped post-it note that looks all too familiar.

your handwriting fills the piece of paper.

i think you’re cute and i really really like you

you could cringe right now from how cringe you were being back then. but then you realise, sae kept this? did he keep this knowing it was from you? you hear the door opening downstairs and jump back a little, accidentally pressing on his keyboard while trying to place your note back in its position, and the screensaver that greets you renders you speechless.

it’s the picture sae took of the both of you at the bleachers of his first match.

someone closes the laptop before you can think any more, and you’re greeted with sae right next to you, cheeks flushed—either from alcohol or embarrassment. you can’t really tell, but judging from the lack of alcohol stench, you’d like to bet it’s the latter.

“you have me as your wallpaper?”

sae clicks his tongue, annoyed he didn’t get there in time for you not to see that. “who else would i put there?”

you bite your tongue to stop yourself from instinctively saying kaori out of spite. guess you’re still a little groggy from being woken up in the middle of the night.

“about earlier,” sae begins, not really sure how to continue.

“you mean the pics going around of you and kaori kissing?” you’re not even mad, you’re sure there’s an explanation—that’s how much you feel you know itoshi sae. he’s not the type to bother with leading someone on; if anything, he’s probably the type to immediately cut things off if he wasn’t interested and so far, he’s always been thinking of you.

sae sighs, rubbing his temple before taking a seat on his bed. “that was fucking stupid,” he grumbles, eyes closed. “she was way too tipsy and getting all up in my face and before i knew it she just—” his eyes are open now, briefly looking at you before looking away, hiding behind the sides of his soft locks, “she kissed me. i was stunned for a little so…”

you snicker a little, because sae looks so different from how he usually looks—aloof, ignorant, arrogant. now he looks like a puppy who’s been kicked to the side and you can’t help but notice the difference.

“sae… why are you telling me this?”

screw his indecisiveness, if it was in the first place. you want his answer now, up straight. and sae seems to know what you’re thinking because he chuckles, relieved because he can read your tone—you’re not angry, not upset, you trust him somehow and it’s only because despite what you think, you know him better than anyone else.

“fuck off, y/n, you already know,” and he says this affectionately because you can feel the tenderness in the way he says your name, in the way he invites you into his arms—the way he pulls you close and lets you sit facing him on his lap. “you gonna be my girlfriend now or what?”

your lips are so so close and you’re both holding back so so much. “mmm i don’t know, itoshi sae, what if i wanna see you beg me for it?”

“god, i hate you,” he says, without meaning it. it’s the first time you’re actually feeling how strong he is, because he lifts you up from the back of your thighs and throws you on his bed as he hovers over you, a little squeal leaving your lips at the unexpected gesture. “hm, kinda like that sound you make.”

he’s saying it so monotonously that you’re embarrassed. “shut up, sae, before i leave.”

“that’s cute, you think you’d actually leave me,” he teases, and you curse yourself for finding that slight condescending tone of his hot. “but hey, really, be my girlfriend.”

“you asking me that after kissing another girl?” you act shocked, acutely aware of how his fingers are all intertwining with yours, your hands on either side of your head, sae pinning you down. if anyone walked in now, they’d get the wrong idea of what you two are doing. for sure. but you try to act unbothered, you don’t want to boost his ego even more.

sae leans down to press his forehead against yours, and you’re hoping your heart doesn’t leap out of your chest because he’d definitely feel it. “shit timing, i know. but you’re the only one i want, so.”

he’s pretty shit at talking emotions, you realise. and then you realise that this only works because you’re equally good at reading his. despite his reluctance to talk emotions, he shows you how special you are, constantly.

many girls want him, but you’re the one he spends most of his time with. you’re the one with his actual clothes in your closet and his rings on your fingers. you’re the one sae kisses and willingly so, the only one who’s on his wallpaper reminding him of what he’ll have each time he comes home.

“i told kaori i liked you and no one else too,” sae continues explaining, though he really doesn’t need to. you listen anyway. “she got mad and stormed off but shit, i don’t care. only care about you.”

and he’s pretty forthcoming with his feelings when he wants to be and that’s enough for you. you squeeze his fingers lightly and smile at him.

you don’t have to hear any more to know.

“i love you too, itoshi sae.”

the way he marks you that night lets you in on everything you need to know.

UNIVERSITY: SENIOR YEAR

six years.

it’s been six years since you’d first had a crush on itoshi sae. and now you’re his girlfriend, always in the front row for every match and the object of most of his fangirls’ hatred. that’s okay though, none of that matters.

whenever you come back home to your (shared) apartment now, it’s like all your worries melt away into the void, and sae reminds you just how much you mean. even if his pet names are less than swoon-worthy at times.

“you really need to stop posting shit like this,” you deadpan, showing sae your phone screen. it’s a picture of you asleep in the morning, drooling on his bare shoulder.

sae blinks, acting coy like he always does. “what? it’s cute.”

“you’re insufferable, itoshi.”

sae ignores that, switching the subject. “hey, you have any goals for your twenties?”

you hum, pondering. “well, i guess if i could do what i want, i’d travel the world,” you pause, sitting up on the sofa and looking at him. “why?”

it’s the last year of university, and the both of you are finishing your degrees, with the possibility that sae might be getting a contract with one of the overseas clubs. you’re not really sure; there’s a few of them who’ve expressed interest, but you’d always let sae think through it on his own.

does his question have something to do with that?

“was thinking i wanted to take you along if you wanted to come with,” sae half explains, because he’s bad with details like that. he continues when he spots your confusion, “if you wanted to explore wherever i decided to go.”

oh, he means he wants to take you along to wherever he decided to go. you’re flattered, honestly.

“you mean, the itoshi sae wants to bring me wherever he goes, huh?” sae is already turning red, sensing your big head. “you offering to be my sugar daddy too?”

sae sighs. “you’re so stupid, i swear,” he complains, his words lacking any bite because he’s rubbing circles onto your arms. “you said you found some remote jobs right? thought we could make use of that and just go wherever together.”

after six years, you finally see sae trying to plan a future where the both of you are together. he loves soccer, but he loves you too, and you’re not the kind of person who’d make him choose, so you appreciate his compromises instead.

“itoshi sae, i’ll follow you wherever you go.”

he presses a hasty kiss on your lips, “good, ‘cause i plan on keeping you forever.”

you grin, pulling him down to you and kissing him even deeper, “i’ll hold you to your words, then.”

sae smiles against your lips. because he knows he got lucky with you, lucky you were there at the right moment, slipping your love letter into his locker. lucky you continued to like him, lucky you knew how to put him in his place whenever. lucky you’re you and you love him.

maybe he’s always liked you, even back in freshman year of high school when he realised how kind you are, how gentle you could be. you looked pretty in the sun that day, when he first saw you trying out soccer in the yard and falling flat on your ass. you didn’t notice him back then but he noticed you, not that you knew. sae didn’t try anything because he was sure it’d fail. but who knew all it took for his mind to change was a simple nudge from you?

he’s pretty sure that you’re his human manifestation of a forever.

“when the time comes, just say yes.”

NFSW—MINORS, AGELESS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

Sae doesn't want a significant other. he wants a pet.

Sae wants you on your knees with a pretty leather o-ring collar around your throat while his smacks the leaky head of his cock on your tongue. he wants his full government name on a shiny heart-shaped tag dangling next to where he clips your leash on. he wants to ruffle your hair and coo and aww at you condescendingly when you do something a little stupid. he wants you to eat up his commands, obey his word like it's gospel—like he's your owner, your master, your salvation.

Sae doesn't just want you to look and act like his brainless dog, though—more than that, he wants you to embody it. he wants to train you into the obedient little pet you were meant to be for him, which is why he wastes no time buying a clicker and getting to work conditioning you into getting wet at the mere sound of him pressing the button. he sits on the couch with his legs spread—and the second you hear it, you're scurrying over to him to curl up at his feet because you'd never crawl up on his lap without his permission.

Sae wants to watch you grind on his shoe while you nuzzle and sniff his erection through his pants. he mumbles go ahead, baby while you look to him for permission to roll his waistband down and desperately paw and lick at his cock. he wants you to whine and beg for him while he sits back with a lazy smirk on his face and watches you get him wet; he'll cup your cheek with his hand while you lap at him with tears pooling in your glossy puppydog eyes and tell you you're so good for him. only when you're scratching at his thighs—nipping at him while he tells you to watch those teeth—and babbling please, please, please will he tug you up by your leash to sit you across his hips.

Sae wants to watch you grow even more needy while he makes you rub your slick up and down his cock—he's so mean, he'll never just fuck you how you want. you have to work for it like a good dog; you have to hump at him like an animal while he denies you before he even considers flipping you over and fucking you. but when he does, he's gonna fuck you even stupider than you already are—you're stuck in a sweet downward spiral of being molded into his little toy, so good and pliant for him, and you love every second of it.

Sae wants to rough-fuck you until you're a dumb, drooling mess. he trains you to cum on command—only on his cock—with the clicker, and plugs you up with a fluffly little tail plug when he's done, regardless of what hole he's used. he wants to see the adorable, pathetic mix of dread and lust on your face when he thumbs the clicker in public or around his friends. he wants you to give in to your most primal instincts and senses with him—wants you to trust him so fully that you let him lead you through life with a domineering hand on the back of your neck.

Sae doesn't want a significant other. he wants a pet—but that's okay, because he pavlovs you so mind-numbingly sweetly into being his braindead, cock-hungry dog; he treats you like his baby, his sweetheart, his world. so, remember your place, okay?

tagging @saetiate with luv :x