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sucker punch (m) — sae itoshi
in the pivotal moments leading up to the most significant fight of his career against his estranged younger brother, sae meets a girl who turns his entire world upside down
warnings:- underground fighter!sae, fem!reader, heiress!reader, reader is coded to be feminine (wears dresses, makeup, heels, etc), language, cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, suggestive content, unprotected sex, cowgirl, rough sex, petnames (princess, whore, slut, daddy's girl), choking, power play between sae and reader, degradation, sae is an ass towards reader
✯ chapter 1
Sae didn’t believe in love.
Growing up in a harsh part of Tokyo where he had to fend for himself and his little brother, Rin, gave him an understanding that the world was a cruel place. Yet even crueller were the promises of a happy ending he read in crumpled up paperbacks the old bookstore down his apartment would throw out after it started to yellow.
It was always the love stories that rarely got sold.
Boy meets girl, they fall in love, they fight, they reunite and they live—
“Happily ever after,” Oliver’s voice slammed him out of his reverie. Those heterochromatic eyes prodded him when his silence got too loud.
“Sae, were you even listening to what I just said?”
The younger man slid his apathetic teal eyes to his comrade and friend. He gave a noncommittal shrug.
Aiku sighed. His frustration was threatening to boil over. It would be a month till the U20’s biggest match against Blue Lock and their starfighter was a million miles away.
“I said: We can try the underhanded tactic to bring either Isagi or Rin down and then go for the throat. The money will be ours and we can make enough bank to last us for a year. Neither of us have to fight again. That will be our happily ever after.”
Sae was tired of listening to miracles. He stood up abruptly and nodded.
“Whatever. I’m heading home now.”
Aiku didn’t stop him from leaving, and neither did their other comrades.
Shouldering his heavy parka onto his sore shoulders, Sae stalked out of the U20 facility and to his car. The interior stank of takeout, sweat and the tinny rust of blood. He gunned the engine, but it faltered. Cursing under his breath, he tried again. And again.
But, the stupid engine refused to start.
Contemplating if he should just push the damn car back to his apartment, he almost missed a soft voice clearing her throat.
“Do you need help, sir?”
Sae was about to retort that he had it under control and she should mind her own business, when he caught sight of you.
Dressed in a simple, beige A-line piece that showed off your legs and arms, a chain dangling from your neck and a pair of sunglasses perched on your head, you were the picture of quiet elegance. The fancy clothing couldn’t contain the humble appearance of your smile when you motioned to his car.
“I have a pair of jumpstart cables. You could borrow them.” He still hadn’t responded to you. “If you want,” you added hastily, not wanting to seem pushy.
Sae blinked. His silence stretched on without an intermission.
You faltered and let your embarrassment swallow you whole. In hindsight, Sae found it adorable how you flushed and stuttered like you wished your entire existence would melt away just from his unresponsiveness.
“Sure. That would be great.” After a beat of hesitation, he added a word which seemed foreign coming from his rough and rude tongue. “Thanks.”
This should be the part of the story where boy meets girl.
Sae jump started his car with your help, and as a treat for your kindness, he invited you to a late night izakaya selling his favourite kombu ramen. You were a stranger passing by, someone from the upper end side of Tokyo who noticed him struggling and decided to help.
You told him you knew what it was like to struggle and not be aided. Sae wondered what you could’ve possibly meant when he caught sight of the signet ring on your right hand. A mark of an elite.
He straightened, unintentionally freezing over. You didn’t know him; didn’t know that he was one of the men your world employed as free entertainment for nights when they craved a hit of violence. The both of you were as different as day and night.
“So, what do you do for a living?” you had asked him.
Sae decided to tell you a lie. “I’m a blue collar worker. Delivering stuff.”
“Oh.” You took a look at the finished bowls and beers, the order sheet at the edge of the table. As if understanding what you were planning to do, Sae snatched the bill right in front of your extended hand. He couldn’t resist the small smirk decorating his face when you started to huff and pout.
“My treat,” he murmured, removing his battered wallet from inside his pant’s pocket. “And then we’re even.”
Except, he never did want to draw a tie or cut them off with you.
Sae studied your car number plate, memorising it and used some of his connections to dig up more information about you.
He didn’t have to look far.
Your family were well-known as some of Blue Lock’s biggest sponsors, a direct rival of the U20 faction. Born from a history of blood and violence, your grandfather had been the first pioneer of a fight club that eventually changed the trajectory of his and many other poor men’s lives. As the money poured in, so did the promise of more extortion and exploitation.
Sae reasoned that he should’ve hated you. After all, you were partly the reason why he had to fight for a living.
But, he was intrigued by you. Your gentleness, your humble disposition.
You were a rare jewel he had to unearth.
One day, out of the serendipitous blue, life seemed to listen to his wishes and granted him a rare glimpse into your world.
As one of the rising Platinum fighters who everyone could bet on, Sae was invited to a networking gala hosted by none other than Ego Jinpachi himself. A raging egoist of a man who held his fighter’s lives in his palms like a deranged puppeteer, Sae found himself sitting opposite Rin and his bloodthirsty mentor.
Such a sight would not be unsettling.
As two opposite ends of the fighting arena’s spectrum, Sae and Rin drew lots of attention from potential investors.
The story of two brothers, once tightly knitted and now estranged only to eventually meet in the ring as opponents one day, was a huge investment factor. Filthy rich men with more money than God flocked to both Aiku and Ego to have a hand in orchestrating one of the biggest, historical fights in all of Tokyo’s history.
And tonight, Sae had to face each of them, wondering who would be the one to bolster up his gear or bet on whether he would emerge victorious against his brother. On the opposite side of the table, Rin was detached and uninterested.
Both brothers barely said a word to each other all night; didn’t even glance at the other from across the table.
This apparently caused quite a stir with the investors who were taken by their stone cold treatment of one another.
It’s a tragedy, isn’t it? To face one’s own blood in a ring and fight to spill it?
Sae felt his brow twitch, and the room was starting to cave in. He needed to leave for some air or he would lunge across the table and sock these lofty motherfuckers right in their faces.
The garden was a work of art designed by Ego’s careful hands. After stumbling out of the mansion’s door, he tried to hide himself behind a hedge, staring up at the starless sky as his heart continued pounding in his chest. Sae fully expected to be alone, and not to find a familiar face outside just a few feet from him, nor for you to still recognise him despite the slicked back hair and fancy suit.
“Sae,” you smiled, red lips parted to reveal a row of perfect teeth. You put out your cigarette into a Roman pillar column, leaving a halo of ash and a burnt skid on the otherwise pristine concrete. Sae thought it was rather rebellious of you to do that. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Tipping your head to the side, you studied him. His flushed cheeks, tight lips.
“I thought you said you were a blue collar worker?”
He decided to come clean, spitting out the truth in equal parts aggression and apathy.
“I’m an underground fighter.”
The auburn-haired man fully expected you to crinkle your expression in disgust. Not nodding in understanding.
“I figured. Most blue collar workers don’t have bruised knuckles.”
Unconsciously, he tightened his fists, feeling the callouses and the split skin stretching across his knuckles. “If you knew who I was, then why didn’t you say something?”
Why didn’t you leave?
Rich girls like you had no use for men like him. He was a stain under your shoe, a man with a God complex high off a violent occupation with no God in sight. But, you only smiled at his question.
“You didn’t fawn over me even when you noticed my ring. I like that.”
Somehow, you had gotten close enough for him to smell the vanilla from your hair. Sae tipped his head back, turning his gaze to the side; the action pressing him deeper against the brambly hedge walls. “Whatever you think will happen tonight will not happen.”
He pretended like his heart didn’t skip a beat when you reached for his hand, so much rougher compared to your soft ones. You circled your thumb over the bruise on his palm, increasing the pressure till he felt the wound throb.
“Stop that.” But, he didn’t pull his hand away.
You grinned. “What do you think will happen tonight, Sae?”
His handsome, arrogant face broke out into a sneer. “Just because you order men like me around every single damn day doesn’t mean I have to give into your whims, princess.” He wrenched his hand from yours, trying to ignore how much your touch singed his skin. “And don’t ever touch me again.”
Brushing off your crestfallen expression, he strode back into the mansion, feeling more breathless than when he abandoned the suffocating room full of investors and back-talk about his skills. Rin had left a few minutes after he had, and with his little brother out of the room, he could finally relax.
Except, you chose this moment to enter the same room.
Immediately, everyone stood up.
“L/N-san. Welcome.”
You weren’t the teasing, sweet girl in the garden anymore. Instead, you wore a look of fabricated disinterest, roaming your eyes over every single man. Lingering your searing gaze on his own wide ones before turning to Ego.
“My father sent me here as a representative. Now, which star player do you recommend I speak to first?”
Everyone started to clamour, calling for your attention like dogs scraping at their master’s legs for the last bone.
Eventually, Aiku was the one who cleared his throat loud enough to get the entire room’s attention. Through the hazy tobacco smoke, he cut a handsome figure in his suit, languidly rising to his feet and gesturing at Sae.
“L/N-san, Itoshi Sae is one of U20's undefeatable players. A 6-streak win and low possibility of injuries. A prodigy. You should speak to him first, miss.”
Sae felt like you were analysing him through his suit.
After a beat of tension, you nodded. “Fine. Send him up to my private room.”
You turned and left. Sae stood up, hesitantly casting his gaze to a triumphant Aiku.
“Are you sure she is the richest one out of these assholes?” he murmured under his breath.
Oliver chuckled.
“The richest. With her backing, we’re practically golden. Now, go and woo her. You’ll do great.”
Straightening his tie, Aiku sent him off with a wink. Unlike the atmosphere at the garden, this time, Sae was aware he had to be on his best behaviour—which was a challenge considering he had already rudely brushed off a potential investor.
Fuck, he swore internally. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why had he been so brash with you?
There was no use in crying over lost chances. He had to man up and knock on the door to your office—face you when he had already insulted you right in the face.
Sae braced his hand on the red oak, breathing in deeply. Here goes nothing. He knocked three times.
“Come in.”
You were sitting on a sofa, legs crossed and expression neutral. Not once did you give him a look like you were hurt from his rejection in the garden. Instead, you stood up, gaze cold and faraway.
“So. You’re the prodigy, hmm?”
Sae kept his eyes lowered, not touching yours. “Yes.”
You patted the sofa seat next to you, gesturing for him to come over. “Sit. We have a lot to discuss.”
Gingerly, he sat down on the other end of the sofa, putting enough distance between the two of you not to make things any more awkward than it already was.
The silence dragged on. Sae stared at the fireplace—the flickering embers throwing lengthening shadows around the room. He counted the cadence of your breath; discreetly wiped his sweaty palms on his expensive slacks.
You broke the silence first with an airy giggle.
“I had no idea I was speaking to such a talented young man.”
He looked up and caught the barest hint of a smirk on your pretty lips. Swallowing his dry throat, Sae croaked, “And I had no idea you were… influential.”
You chuckled, placing your hands on your demurely on your lap. “It’s not me. It’s my father. I’m just his representative. You see, he’s currently bed bound from an injury and doesn’t have any sons so it’s up to me to oversee his work.”
Sae responded to your words with a heartfelt nod, wishing he could turn back the time and slap his old self from pissing off a very powerful investor (and a very beautiful woman).
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Glancing at him up and down, you chuckled. “I guess we’re at an impasse here. And to think I nearly committed indecency by proposing you come back to my place.”
The memory of your hand in his sparked like a flame in his mind, burning his skin.
“Yes. To think we could’ve done something like that.”
Your eyes lowered to his hands. His pretty teal gaze flickered to your exposed throat.
“It would be horrible.” Your foot brushed his knee. Sae tightened his hands into fists.
Despite the warning bells going off in his head, he relapsed back into his impulsivity, letting it taint his next move with his debilitating habit of never saying no to danger.
“Disgusting,” he retorted, smoothly playing your game.
You gasped, low and quick, when he stretched his hand out to graze your bare shin. He almost smiled at your eagerness.
Pretty rich Daddy’s girl with not a shred of self-preservation in her…
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you mumbled, uncrossing your legs and inching closer to him.
“We shouldn’t,” he confirmed, gruff and sure, but his body was betraying him; moving to meet you in the middle of this wide sofa.
There was something mesmerising about your eyes and face. It entranced him, kept him hooked on the curve of your profile and those alluring lips.
Your breath brushed his cheek, warm and inviting. “It would cause a scandal.”
Sae curled his palm over your jaw, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “It would.” You turned your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the pad of his thumb. Such a simple gesture made a thrill of electricity run up his spine, painfully shocking him to the heat pooling right in his groin.
“People will talk.”
He was growing tired of this lame cat and mouse game. Moving closer, he bridged the gap, resting his large palm on your lower back to nudge you not-so-gently onto his lap. The weight of you felt familiar—right. This close, your scent of vanilla was stronger, nearly overpowering him.
Before his lips brushed yours with an intensity that nearly made you dizzy with lust, he mumbled:
“Let them.”
“Sae,” you mewled, nails stabbing into his fleshy biceps.
He had you pressed against your own bedroom door, creaming right on his cock like the perfect little whore you were. Your makeup was ruined, red lipstick smudged and eyeliner crinkled in the corners.
You had let him push your dress to the side, your panties ripped and in tatters on the floor. Sae was quick to fuck you the moment you gave him the green light to, and like the scrappy underground fighter he was, he never missed out on seizing a golden opening.
Your thighs were trembling around his waist, struggling to hold yourself up right. Sae’s mouth devoured your weak mewls, and you let him paw at your covered breasts, ripping the dress down to expose your stiff, bare peaks.
“No bra?” He murmured into the heat of your mouth.
You shook your head, a breathless laugh tumbling past your kiss-swollen lips. “I—mhm—don’t like to wear one.”
“In a room with the other men…” Sae trailed off, a frightening flash of jealousy igniting his veins. The thought of any other man seeing those perfectly suckable nipples even through the silky hint of your dress made him want to break their teeth.
His growl reverberated against your throat, and you were thrown onto the bed, his larger frame crowding you into the sheets.
Sae hitched your thighs up to his shoulders, those teal eyes alight with feral lust.
“Slut.” He slid his cock back into your throbbing depths the second that degrading pet name slipped out of his mouth. “Whore. You could’ve shown them what was mine—what belongs to me.”
He bunched your cocktail dress out of the way, exposing your tits and pussy right into the cold air of your stuffy bedroom.
“Mhmf,” your eyes rolled back into your head. You were panting, bullets of sweat dripping down your face. “I-I belong to you? Says who?”
The Prodigy nearly broke the headboard into two when he slammed into you, hard enough for the entire bed to shake. Your squeal rebounded across the room, sparking his filthy satisfaction.
“Me,” he growled breathlessly. “I said it. You belong to me.”
Curling one hand possessively around your throat, the sloppy sounds of your two sexes meeting together sent him on a hazy high. Those teal eyes were glazed over, the broad muscles on his back twisting and flexing with every thrust into your tight, welcoming heat.
Sae was careful not to choke you too hard, but hard enough for your mouth to fall slack, pathetic whines and drool slipping past your slick lips.
Your toes were curled tightly in his periphery, one hand in between your legs to frantically rub your clit.
“Fucking whore,” he grunted, trying not to swoon at how pretty your sweat-covered skin looked like in the dim moonlight. “Daddy’s girl taking this dick like a champ.”
“Sae,” you dragged out his name. Ending it with a choke.
Sae felt your walls rippling around his cock, and he wasted no time in diving headfirst in between your cleavage to nip and suck at your plush fat; nursing on your nipples like a man close to starvation.
You seized, back arching and he felt those perfect velvet walls choke on his dick. Squeezing down on him.
“Cumming for me already?” He spoke in between harsh exhales. “Fuck. Fuck. This pussy is fucking perfect. I want you to cum for me—only for me. Do it, Y/N. Milk this cock, Princess. Let me fucking fill you up—fuck.” His choked moan made you see stars; the hand around your throat was now gripping your hair, forcing your feverish lips onto his.
You practically ripped at his dress shirt, tearing two buttons off to scratch down his chest. Animalistic whines and low grunts filled the heated space between both your mouths. Sae tasted like champagne and regrets, his tongue lapping right at your teeth.
With one last hard thrust, you broke around his cock, triggering his warmth to fill you up.
Sae slumped onto you, and you dug your heels into the band of his slacks, pushing it further down his toned thighs to expose the rise of his firm ass to your wandering eye.
Your nails bit into the plush globes, raking down his thighs. You played with his balls, squeezing on them lightly to take every drop. Unable to resist taking all of him however you could.
Sae smeared hot kisses down your throat, on your jaw and across your heaving mouth; completely smitten by how cockhungry you were.
The both of you sat in the filth of your mutual mistake, stewing in the greasy silence until you nudged his shoulder. The look in your eyes was glorious; an opponent about to make her next move. Usually, he would push back—never surrender.
But, something locked his muscles in place, keeping him focused on the rise of your shoulders—the dip of your collarbone painted in his hickies.
He let you push him back onto the bed, watching intently as you ripped the expensive dress right off your frame, gesturing to his still clothed torso.
“Take it off. Let me see you.”
Like the obedient fighter he was, Sae unbuttoned his white dress shirt, letting it melt off his broad frame and onto the floor. Scars littered his milky pale skin, catching your curiosity. He silently observed as you straddled his thighs, working his cock back to half-mast with your much smaller fingers. All the while your other hand never stopped caressing his broad pecs and chest; tracing his scars.
Sae didn’t know what possessed him to sit still and watch you.
It was like seeing a painting coming to life; the remorse which melted into determination right in your fiery eyes.
He let you sink down his cock, bracing your palms right on his shoulders. You bucked your hips slowly, grinding down on him with a painful passion; almost like you were afraid of making any sudden movement.
Sae found his large palms slotting perfectly on your hips, holding you right in place.
Pleasure unfurled itself down your body, bending your spine back. It soused across your face, turning your determined stare hazy. You locked eyes with him, and he didn’t dare look away.
“Feels so good,” you managed to pant. “Your cock feels so good.”
He undulated his hips upward, instinct pushing him to surge towards the opening of your cervix. “Yeah?” he almost growled. “Can’t keep your fucking hands to yourself—you’re such an eager slut.”
Despite you being on top of him, Sae was still in charge. He clamped a hand around your throat; yanked on your hair until your neck snapped back and your cry bounced across the room.
“Ride me,” he spat and then licked his lips. “Prove to me that good whores deserve to cum. Make me proud, baby.”
Sae was entranced; unable to tear his eyes away from your pussy leaving milky rings of cream around his cock.
“Mhm,” you tearfully whined. “Yes, yes! I wanna make you proud—wanna make you cum again.”
A thick arm swept you to his chest, muffling your cries right into his throat. Sae bit down on the tender juncture between your neck and shoulder, bucking his hips up into you with enough ferocity to nearly throttle you off the bed.
“Fuck—” he snarled, grabbing at every inch of your skin; spanking your ass, groping it, raking his nails down your back.
Doing everything he could to get you melting for him.
“Give it to me, baby.” Not an order; but a desperate plea. “Cum for me—make me cum. Pretty girl. Pretty baby—g-gonna make me lose my mind—”
“I’m cumming!” Your hitched gasp rang loudly in his ear, like an explosion of joyous surrender. “S-Sae, I-I’m—”
Your walls rippled around him for the second time tonight, and for the first time ever, Sae found a new rush in his life that wasn’t centred around bruised knuckles and split, bloody teeth.
He welcomed it—that surge of crazed passion, so different from when he was about to snuff a man’s life out with his bare hands. Felt it twist his bones, break his soul.
The world exploded in a white ball of heat again, right into the depths of your body, his heart shattering into dust.
Sae tasted your honeyed whisper of his name on his tongue, felt your tears stain his throat.
He held onto you as tightly as he could, afraid that if he opened his eyes, he might find himself back in the ring, the glaring lights forcing your smile from his memory.
But, the jeers and cheers never came. The bell never rang.
It was the sweetest fight he had ever lost.
This was the part of the story Itoshi Sae never expected.
Sae never had a home. His old apartment was recalled back by a shitty landlord who didn’t care about two orphans trying to stay afloat with what little money their dead parents had left them. When social services had taken Rin away, they tried to get him, too, but he was faster.
Swiftly escaping out the window, Sae recalled nothing else but memories of wet underground passageways, nights rummaging through garbage bins and saddling up to the closest homeless community for warmth and company.
Eventually, he met Aiku and everything else that transpired before he became The Prodigy was history.
Fighting was all he had ever known. Violence and terror were all familiar flavours on his tongue.
But tonight, in your sheets, Sae found another sensation creeping up his unsuspecting body that he could not quite name. It was sticky and hot, curling down his spine like a languid rush of lava to pool somewhere deep in his chest when he took in the sight of your pussy wrapped around his cock.
He fucked you deep and hard, like he was trying to erase that sensation. But, you brought it back to the surface with your fingers in his hair, your lips on his and the sweet moans of his name brushing his hot ears.
Where it was easy to repress his entire soul away from the world, Sae struggled to keep his emotions in a tightly shut jar under your gentle attention.
Sae never believed in love; never believed in someone else’s goodness long enough to be confident in his own grace. But, he supposes that tonight’s encounter with you was the closest to love he could ever get.
You let him stay the night, comfortable with him warming your sheets. Sae spent the entire sunrise staring at your face, memorising the curve of your nose and cheeks. That strange sensation was back again, this time stirring him to brush a piece of hair from your temple.
But, like every good love story, it would not be the same without personal demons haunting every sentence.
Sae wasn’t good for you; he knew that. You were a whole station above him, impervious and untouchable.
Unlike fighting, there was no prize in the arena of love. No fame, no glory.
Sae wasn’t sure what would be at the end of this chapter, and a part of him, the scared little boy who had been abandoned by forces beyond his control, didn’t want to stay to find out.
Nothing good would come out of this if he pursued a story that he didn’t know an end to.
The morning after, he had vanished, and you woke up alone in this too big apartment; smell of cedar and oranges still lining your blankets.
Like it was a dream or a memory you could not quite shake off, you wandered down the halls, rustling every corner to find a shred of the man you had trusted enough to let into your inner world. But, he hadn’t stayed long enough to give your world any colour.
The cold walls adorned with art your father had personally picked out for this apartment didn’t reflect your taste or your fondness as you stared at them, hard coals for eyes. The picture in front of you was of a woman, running free in a grassy sea. Above her, a weak sun shone down, illuminating her golden hair.
Monet must’ve been the inspiration for this work, and though the French painter was known for his art that brought a sense of peace to the viewers, this particular one did not inspire the same notion. Perhaps it was the clinical wall it was attached to, or the furniture surrounding it that did not give off the warmth a serene painting like this was supposed to emote.
Whatever it was, you didn’t dwell on it long; turning on your heel and stomping back to your orange-cedar scented sheets, trying to ignore the pathetic ache in your heart which echoed the indent on the empty side of your bed.
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I have way too much time on my hands so here's sae
Idk why but this has been stuck inside my head for a while
Ok so imagine rin and sae having a younger sister maybe around 10-12, that looks like the sweetest, most innocent-looking angel ever. Until she opens her mouth and then you realise that you're being verbally and emotionally destroyed by a baby-faced satan
Not even the itoshi brothers can escape her wrath. Hell, they even partake in it
So i was reading sae's info on bllk wiki
HC that he doesn't even know the basics of cooking, like the one time his mom asked him to wash the rice, he would prolly pour dish soap onto the rice and give his poor mother a heart attack 💀
Does anyone know how sae is referred to in the korean dub for bllk?? I'M DESPERATE TO KNOW PLEASE
If you go I'll stay, you come back I'll be right here.
After the love of your life returns back from spain, you decide to hold a small but much needed celebration with him, together.
Warnings: gn reader, angsty undertones, hurt/comfort?? possibly ooc sae bc idk how to write him, no beta we die like the light in rin's eyes. Not proofread it's 12 am and i cant sleep so sorry if it seems rushed
Word count: 539 words
"Hm? What's this?" Sae curiously eyed the mysterious box laid out on the table, before shifting his gaze towards you with a raised eyebrow.
You said nothing, other than silently gesturing for him to open it with an encouraging smile on your face. Sae complies, albeit hesitantly. As he carefully opens the box, his eyes widen slightly in surprise.
"Cake?" He blinks, confused. Sure, you were full of surprises (literally), but you getting him cake was completely out of nowhere.
Four different slices of cake to be exact.
"Do you like it?" You looked at him expectantly, absent-mindedly drumming your fingers against the mahogany table.
"I would've gotten you four whole cakes if I could, but those were too expensive so I had to settle for these." You sheepishly grinned, grabbing a plastic fork that came along with the cakes.
"Here, I got them each in your favourite flavours, which one do you wanna eat first?" You handed Sae a fork and a paper plate, who was still dumbstruck from the surprise. "Come on Sae, before I decide to eat them all myself!" You nudged him playfully, before taking a small bite out of the strawberry shortcake.
"Why…" Your boyfriend began to speak, pursing his lips to form a small frown, he didn't look upset or annoyed at all however, he looked… thoughtful.
"Why did you get me these?" He asked blankly, with no hint of any emotion behind it. It made your stomach twist, oh no, does he not like sweets? That could be the reason, he was a renowned athlete after all, a prodigy.
Why did you even bother to try?
"I uh, just wanted to surprise you, y'know?" The words begin to choke in your throat, your cheerful smile falters a little, something chips away inside you, it's heavy, and it tugs at your heartstrings uncomfortably.
"I missed you, a lot."
Ah, he realises.
Four cakes.
Four years.
Four miserable years that he's been away, from his home, his brother.
From you.
And suddenly, you find yourself engulfed in Sae's slightly shaky, but warm embrace, finally. Strong arms awkwardly wrap around your body as you bury your head into the crook of his neck, sighing deeply in relief.
"I… I missed you too." Sae says, hugging you tighter like his life depended on it. Like you were the very air he breathed in.
"God, I'm no good for you, mi amor." He muttered softly into your ear, with how close you both were, you could now clearly see just how tired he was.
"Shush, don't say that. I wouldn't trade you for anyone else." You nuzzled your face into Sae's chest, shutting your eyes to relish this moment even more as you felt your lover press a gentle kiss onto your forehead.
You wished you could stay like this forever.
And you both did, kind of.
"So, can I eat my cake now?" Sae interrupted after a while.
"Wow, how nice of you to ruin the moment, genius."
"Mi amor, I thought you said these cakes were for me, no? Also that strawberry shortcake is mine."
"If you want, fine but- Hey, where are you going?! At least let me hug you for a little longer!"
A/N: normalise sae speaking in spanish !! Aughh i cant believe i actually finished a drabble omg anyways byebye i should sleep rn
Tagging: @kaveh-kisser (the one and only sae stan)
I think no one if we are honest or
if one of them is they will look at you judging you through the screen 😦
QUICK WHOS MOST LIKELY TO BE A YOUTUBER
From below || Sae Itoshi x f!reader
Summary: You assist your boyfriend Sae in reloading his frustration, and in doing so, you earn a delectable reward
Warnings: oral sex, aged up Sae
Word count: 800
Authors: Bear
A/N: Here is another contribution for Kinktober '23 Collaboration. My prompt was: oral sex
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When he was free from grueling football training sessions, Sae relished the opportunity to unwind by indulging in some gaming sessions with his friends.
Sae's frustration manifested as a low growl that rumbled in his throat, his grip on the mouse tightening as he stared at the screen of his online survival game, where the dreaded words "Mission failed" taunted him mercilessly. The virtual setback only served to stoke the flames of his annoyance.
You knew exactly how to soothe his frustration, so you started to casually come closer, preparing to intervene. You found it rather uncomfortable when Sae became angry. You had a preference for his calm demeanor, as opposed to the use of strong language and intense emotions.
In a fit of irritation, Sae slammed his hands down on the desk, unleashing a torrent of curses directed at both his fellow players and the game itself. It was then that you decided to make your presence known, gently kneeling beside him. His scowl gradually transformed into a frown as he looked down at you, his eyes shifting between your enticing presence and the PC screen demanding his focus.
"What do you want, baby? M' busy," Sae muttered, his voice a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.
With a sultry tone, you expressed your desire, "I want something in my mouth, please?" You knew that the best way to make him calmer was to suck his dick.
His response was a dark chuckle as he considered your proposition. "Suck me good, and I'll give you a reward for that, princess," he replied, rising from his seat to undo his jeans, which brought his boxers along with them.
Nodding, you tugged at them until they were sitting around his thighs as you adjusted yourself, leaning forward.
His cock stood proudly erect, a vivid shade of red. Beads of precum glistened at the tip, a sight that never failed to make your mouth water. He possessed a truly beautiful cck, one that was just perfect for the kind of intimate attention you were about to bestow upon it. You couldn't resist poking your tongue out, delivering delicate kitten-like licks along his length. Your thighs involuntarily clenched as you savored the taste.
With a desire to please, you opened your mouth a little wider, welcoming the cockhead into your warm, wet embrace. The slightly salty tang of his pre-cum didn't deter you in the slightest. Your tongue danced over his slit, causing him to groan and shift in his chair.
"Fuck, baby, more or you don't get your reward," he groaned, his hand reaching down to gently pet your head.
His neediness elicited a soft giggle from you as you eagerly descended towards the base of his cock, your head bobbing up and down in a rhythm of desire and submission. The room was filled with the sounds of your eager slurping.
His fingers threaded through your hair, exerting gentle pressure as he emitted throaty groans of encouragement from above. It was a silent plea, urging you to take him even deeper.
You complied, pushing down on his cock, allowing it to slide farther into the depths of your throat, a sensation that made you gag ever so slightly.
“Nghhh, just like that, fuck, doing so g-good, baby” Sae breathed out as you looked from under your false lashes as he threw his head back in ecstasy.
Your groans vibrated around his twitching cock, the sensations overwhelming as he fervently praised you, "Fuck, baby, you're fucking me so good, my sweet, obedient girl."
In response to his words, your hand descended from his thigh, firmly taking hold of his full, needy balls. His response was an unabashed whine, so intense that you were certain the neighbors could hear him. The mere thought of the audacity of your escapade sent a dizzying rush of excitement through you. You were sucking harder on Sae’s cock as you massage his heavy, cum-filled balls. You were aching to have a taste of his semen.
Your tongue continued its tantalizing dance around the sensitive head of his cock, and Sae's breath hitched as he stuttered out a small, breathless declaration, "M' gonna cum." The anticipation built as you felt the precum ooze into your mouth, and your lips slid down his shaft.
Sae couldn't contain his desire any longer. He rolled his head back, and his cock twitched before releasing hot spurts of cum into your eager mouth. "Swallow," he groaned, his voice husky with satisfaction, as he rode out the waves of his climax. "Fucking good girl, you did so amazing for me," he praised, a deep sense of appreciation in his words.
As he reclined back in his chair, he created some space for you to rise from the ground. His tone softened as he beckoned you closer, patting his lap invitingly. "C'mere," he whispered, a tone reserved just for you. "I think it's my time to repay."
# warrior 🗡️
"peel the legs up and back, downward facing dog. remember your breath."
the surface of your yoga mat was firm under your palms and your body shook a bit from the weight of holding yourself up, but you were feeling good.
you were about half-way through a half hour yoga video on youtube, which was being played on the large flat screen mounted to the wall.
sae had been occupied all morning into late afternoon, and to not bother him you had yourself in a bit of a cleaning frenzy but decided to calm down to a bit of yoga.
so to say that your soul nearly left your body when you feel a pinch to the fat of one of your ass cheeks would be a severe understatement. with a squeal you collapse onto your hands and knees, your head whipping to look back at the offender.
"sae! what the hell was that for?!"
you turn to sit with your legs under you, hands finding the remote to pause the video. all the while giving your boyfriend a questioning glare.
"you're the one with your butt in the air," he comments, as if that was explanation enough for his actions.
"yeah because i'm exercising, if you wanna cop a feel maybe wait until i'm not in a compromising position."
sae makes a face, as if mulling over your words, and then nods "duly noted, baby."
the next fifteen minutes are spent blissfully "sae-less" as you go through the various poses. it isn't long, however, until you feel fingers wrap around your ankle as you shift into warrior. with a tug you lose your balance and end up flat on your back, cushioned by your yoga mat.
sae hovers over you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he takes in your displeasure.
"unwrinkle that brow, baby. anger doesn't suit you."
you scoff, but still wrap your arms around his neck, one hand curling around his nape and your thumb brushing his jaw.
"and mischief doesn't suit you sae."
his smirk only widens, while his eyes darken. a big hand squeezes your hip before playful fingers dip beneath the waistband of your leggings. he hums as he leans closer to you, lips dangerously close to your own, and you can feel his breath against them as he lets out a small chuckle at your reply.
"i think you'll find it suits me just fine," he murmurs, before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.
Yeah, My boyfriend's Pretty Cool~♫
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`> Blue Lock Boys as Boyfriends
(Char. Included: Yoichi Isagi, Rin Itoshi, Chigiri Hyoma, Meguru Bachira, Reo Mikage, Sae Itoshi)
-You all seemed to like my last one, so ill try and post more blue lock content ^^. The format might be weird so you'll have to scroll, ill attempt to fix it, forgive me
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Love on me ♡ ↓ ♫ ⁹⁹⁹⁺ ︙
1:20 ———●—————— 2:30
Isagi Yoichi
!Isagi Yoichi who always, always, always, gives you a kiss before he goes anywhere, even if its just to the kitchen because he’ll be damned if he leaves the room without making sure you know he loves you
!Isagi Yoichi who buys the most thoughtful gifts regardless of how often you spoke on it, just glance at it for too long and the next day it's in your room with a cute bow. He wont ever admit it if you ask but wont stop smiling when he sees you with the gift he picked out
In reverse, !Isagi Yoichi who nearly cries receiving a handmade gift from you because he’s not used to something so thoughtful and carefully crafted just for him. He’ll wear it if its clothes or hang it up/ put it on a shelf, proudly stating how much your kindness is appreciated
!Isagi Yoichi who practices for days confessing to you in the mirror and still sputtering over his words when he sees you, his blush rising as he struggles to babble out his adoration for you, he nearly passed out when you gave him a soft smile and accepted
Rin Itoshi
!Rin Itoshi who spends hours at a time picking out that one flavor of your candy you said you didn't quite like from any he buys, safe to say he’s pleased seeing your face when you don't see any in your batch
!Rin Itoshi who loves horror and adores how you turn away from any jumpscares as he playfully berates you for claiming you could handle it, regardless he’ll still open his arms wordlessly and let you cuddle into him….and no the movie isn't an excuse to get closer to you without having to ask, that’d be silly
!Rin Itoshi who hates being touched but melts under yours after a grueling day of practice, snuggling into your bosom as you softly coo at him, the exhaustion siphoning any strength to rebuttal you as he flutters his eyes closed, just happy to have you to come home to
!Rin Itoshi who will watch the same shows with you for the millionth time if it means you’ll look at him as warmly as you always do, beaming that he wants to spend time with you. He’ll definitely fit room in to complain that it’s boring watching the same thing over and over, but he has to admit that your taste in film is rather impeccable
Chigiri Hyoma
#Chigiri Hyoma with a crazy long skin + hair care routine and Convinces Forces you to join in on, claiming it's simply to help fix your hygiene but he just really likes spending time with you. The talks you have as you get ready for bed have become his routine, he must have his S/o with him as he combs through his hair. If you’re a bit busy? He simply waits until you get there and won't begin until you are
#Chigiri Hyoma who gets mistaken for your girlfriend at least once a week and either politely corrects them or just flat out pretends he is. It’s gotten to the point where even some of your closest friends thought he was a girl for the longest time, even though they recently found out he was in fact a he they still refer to him as “Y/n’s Girlfriend.” It's become a long running joke at his expense for a while.
#Chigiri Hyoma who falls for you all over again when you help him tend to his leg. Whether it's bringing fresh bandages or buying him a moisturizer/ cream you think will be helpful. It means a lot that you go out of your way to do something regardless of how small it seems. He has in fact caught you watching him as he does his usual routine for it and might speak up to tease you for staring
#Chigiri Hyoma, who doesn't believe in going to bed angry, right or wrong, refuses to let either of you go to bed without resolving the issue. He’d hate for something bad to happen with the last thing he said to you, something he said out of anger. He has pride but will always forsake it if it means you two go to sleep in good spirits
Meguru Bachira
#Meguru Bachira who loves surprise hugs; he will always sneak up on you and jump at you, smothering you with affection and kisses with giddy. That applies to Surprise Kisses, handholding, and a few Ass grabs That one got him in trouble .He would definitely love it if you did it back, so don’t be shy, the spontaneity of it makes him excited
#Meguru Bachira who is only calm in the shower, but only with you in it with him. Nothing perverse in this case, he just enjoys the intimacy of it all. It's a perfect way to wind down after a long day as the day comes to a close. However, he’s not above a bit of a water fight if you’re up for it
#Meguru Bachira who is the best at reassurance no matter the reason. Bad grade on a test? That's okay, you tried your best so lets get Ice cream ‘kay? Feeling insecure? Impossible when you’re the most beautiful person i've ever seen, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Just a straight ray of sunshine, how could you even hope to stay sad with this sweetheart there to lift your spirits?
#Meguru Bachira who embodies a golden Retriever, especially with you. He’ll always follow you around and fill the silence if it gets too quiet for his tastes, occupying it with whatever comes to mind first, ranging from what he had for breakfast this morning to the cool moves he did in practice yesterday afternoon to complimenting your outfit. As soon as he sees you, he has to approach and squeeze the affection into you. He loves your praise, please give him praise all the time. Tell him he’s doing a good job, you’ll swear you can see his tail wagging
Reo Mikage
$Reo Mikage who’s love language is gift giving and acts of service. He doesn't trust his mouth to convey his feelings so he lets his actions speak for him. Perhaps you’ll find more of that snack you liked in the fridge after days he comes over, perhaps a couple dollars more in your account than you remember. He wants you to know he loves you and what better way than spending his money on you?
$Reo Mikage who doesn't understand why you don't expect expensive gifts and even actively requests him against it. Why shouldn't he spend his money on the most important person in his world? Why don't you just tell him you hate him and want to leave? You have to explain that sometimes simplicity is better and you’d accept any gift as long as it's with thought and good intention
$Reo Mikage who borders on less than healthy tendencies seeing you with anyone he doesn’t approve of, almost like a parent policing over their kids life. He’s quick to rid of anyone he feels has a chance of taking you from him, even if it means telling a slight untruth to you so you wont worry. Of course he’d never do that to your friend sweetheart, they matter to you so of course they matter to him. They just happen to be taking a rather extensive Permanent Vacation across the world; no harm done ^^
$Reo Mikage who would love it if you and Nagi got along. His treasure and his beloved being friends is everything he could ask for. Let’s not worry about why he’s slowly bringing more of Nagi’s things into your house and sends you two places together alone, he just wants you to get along, thats all. It’ll make it easier when he brings up you all being a couple……Hm? No you didnt hear me talking to myself hun, just lost in a thought nothing to fear.
(I believe in Slightly Deranged!Reo, no elaboration)
Sae Itoshi
$Sae Itoshi who is a bit of an asshole, but he decently tries to tone down for your sake, considering there’s no reason to treat you with contempt. You will have to tell him when he goes too far because he has a habit of nitpicking to the point of simply being mean.
$Sae Itoshi who hates those born in Japan but hates it just a bit less if you tell him you have lineage from there. Its hard to look at that face and hold bitterness in his heart, you squeeze it right out of it with the hold you have. He can’t say it, he can hardly even show it but god forbid someone points it out, they’ll have a very long and ruthless spat from him.
$Sae Itoshi who needs you to teach him everything because he’s filled his head with so much soccer so theres no room for anything else. You’re surprised seeing how many basic things he doesnt know how to do. It doesn’t help that his pride is too big for his body so he’ll end up getting it wrong 13,000 times before he even considers the idea of asking you to help. He might begrudgingly let you help if you ask but will immidiently lie if you tease.
$Sae who changes his favorite season, every season. When you’re in that adorable knitted sweater, he swears its the Fall. However that cute swimsuit you have will have him questioning if he ever had a favorite. He cant help but lean to Winter as you stuff your hand in his jacket, intertwining them with his as he tells you off for not bringing your own. He’s so happy that he put all of yours in the wash today
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Big men, who you swear you could beat in a fight but in reality it wouldn’t take an ounce of strength from him to completely crumble you to pieces whenever he wants. His big and beefy body being able to crush your bones under a few seconds. Taking action and simply folding you under them whenever he hears your statement of you being way stronger than him. Palms bigger than yours, fingers longer and thicker, comparing yours to his, your fingertips reaching just about past his second knuckles, him holding your wrists together above your head, knees next to you on both side of you as his weight pushed you further and further into the mattress and not being able to get out of his grasp no matter how much you’re tossing around; or scooping you up and throwing you around anytime and everywhere he wants. And don’t even get started on the oh but i’m bigger body type. These men literally does not give a flying fuck about it, he will do it anyways.
Big and soft men, who would never hurt you from their will since causing hurt to you in any form or shape could make him lose his mind. Also protecting you from everything that means a possible danger to you, showing no mercy to anyone who in fact isn’t you. And when it comes to times when you get hurt and the cause is indeed him, he internally eats himself up from the inside about how could he been so thoughtless when he promised to himself all he will give to you is pure love and affection. It takes a few caresses on his cheeks and a couple of kisses and he’s already melted in your arms, only focusing on you and the thought of beating himself up is completely forgotten.
Big, soft and mean men, who could tease you all night, ‘till dawn, because what could you do? Punch him? Yes, you could try but we all know it’s nothing against him. So you just patiently wait there, looking pretty, while they’re mercilessly play games with you. These men can also rail you until you basically and literally see stars, going at a relentless pace without faltering the hold they have on you. Nails bruising your hips, thighs and waist every single time you’re together and by now you just learned to handle it in silence. You did try to warn him about it and they learned from it for brief 5 minutes at max, then lust covered their vision once again and got back to his usual behavior, we could say that he almost snapped his hips against you even more greedily this time. But even then, they don’t do this out of will… most of the times..
And it gets even ‘worse’ when your pretty fingers doesn’t even reach around his girth, struggling there with both of your hands, sitting between his muscled thighs and choking you with every inch you take further into your mouth. Him fucking into your mouth, not giving you any breaks or time to collect yourself, he doesn’t bother to stop himself and by the time, he’s the one who guides your head up and down on him. Tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, ready to spill. Oh how much he loves to see your face contorted like this, your cheeks flushed deep red and lips swollen. It could be almost enough to make him come just from that sight, feeling him twitch in your mouth and in response a muffled moan escaped your throat, sending vibrations through his body, up his spine, making him throw his head back immediately. His palms almost stuck in your hair, gripping and pulling on your well-cared locks like his life depended on it but you just couldn’t feel it from the ache of your jaw, the pain was stronger and by the time he could finish, all your nerves went numb.
So in conclusion, was he stronger than you? Yes. And will you ever admit it? Well, probably no. ♡
genshin: DILUC; kaeya; ZHONGLI; ayato; BAIZHU; WRIOTHESLEY; alhaitham; hsr: JING YUAN; gallagher; dan heng; GEPARD; WELT; caelus; bllk: KUNIGAMI; NAGI; reo; ISAGI; otoya (?); rin (?); sae tokrev: MIKEY; draken; RINDOU; ran; hamna; valorant: SOVA; phoenix; chamber; gekko; ISO; obey me: lucifer; SATAN; BEELZEBUB; SOLOMON; haikyu: DAICHI; KAGEYAMA; kuro; iwaizumi; oikawa; BOKUTO; akaashi (?); suna (?); ATSUMU; ushijima;
AND ALL YOUR FAVS! ♡♡
Just a lil thought from rereading chapter 122 but Sae was really going to walk off with no shirt on if Aiku did not stop his ass
Incorrect Bluelock Scenarios (#1)
Isagi to Kaiser: sometimes I really wanna tear your throat out and hang it on my wall as a trophy
Shidou and Kaiser simultaneously: Oooo kinky
Rin: wtf is wrong with you people
Sae: you'll get use to it eventually
Incorrect Bluelock Scenarios (#2)
Bachira: if someone proposes to Isagi without my permission they're going to die
Rin slowly hiding the ring he just bought: agreed
Aryu: After we put them through excruciatingly glam torcher that is
Rin starting to sweat nervously: mhmm don't forget that part...
Sae noticing his brothers nervousness: and banning them from participating in any soccer game, ever
Rin slowly backing out of the room: yep, totally..
Kaiser strutting into the room: guess who just got engaged to the one and only Isagi Yoichi you losers
Rin, mumbling: rest in pieces you brave fool
Incorrect Bluelock Scenarios (#5)
Nagi: anyone want some weed, Reo ordered too much
Isagi: hell yeah! Gimme
Nagi who just gave Isagi and Reo a bag of weed for free: it's $20 an ounce btw
Rin mumbling while getting the money: you fcking rip-off
Shidou: I told you guys he was an ass
Sae: you say that everyone's an ass
Incorrect Bluelock Scenarios (10)
*Isagi choking Kaiser out after he made a perverted comment*
Kaiser: hel..p me-
Sae who was just walking by: you're on your own you perverted blueberry
Ness: ooo can I have a turn? Ive been practicing :)
am I the only one who gaslights myself into forgetting how blue lock names are pronounced in English because I hate it. tf is ray-oh and sigh Imma keep pronouncing it MY way.
BLK SPOILERS CHAPTER 270, 271⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
