#saestory

"SURPRISING SAE ♡"

synposis: you host a secret bday celeb for sae. ⚠ cw: nicknames , soft angst??, surprise birthday , etc!

— ᓚᘏᗢ happy birthday my dearest, sae !!

you tell sae itoshi you can’t make it.

you practice the lie twice before saying it out loud, trying to make it sound casual — like it doesn’t bother you to miss his birthday. like you’re not sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by tangled fairy lights and wrapping paper, your phone on speaker while sae’s voice hums through it, calm and distant as always.

“it’s fine,” sae says. and maybe it is, to him. sae’s never been big on birthdays. he’s the type who forgets his own until someone reminds him, the type who brushes off celebrations with a quiet “it’s just another day.”

but it’s not just another day. not to you.

you’ve been planning this for weeks — not something huge, just something him. a small cake, clean candles, dim lights. the kind of stillness he likes. something that feels like home after a long day of pretending the world doesn’t touch him.

so when he says, “it’s fine,” you smile into the phone and whisper, “happy early birthday, sae.” and he only answers with a low “mm.”

you hang up and get to work. by the time evening comes, everything’s ready. the cake’s slightly uneven, but you tell yourself it’s fine. the lights flicker softly, warm and golden. the air smells like sugar and vanilla and maybe a little bit of hope.

you sit on the couch, fidgeting with the lighter, listening for the sound of his keys. and when the door finally clicks open — you freeze.

the lights are off, the apartment still. sae steps in, sighs quietly, his usual post-training silence filling the space. you can almost picture his expression: tired eyes, half-open shirt collar, hair slightly damp.

he shuts the door. kicks off his shoes.

he flicks the switch.

and everything bursts to life.

light spills across the room — soft orange hues bouncing off streamers and ribbons. the small cake on the table glows with tiny flames. and you, standing there, holding a single balloon you didn’t know what to do with, smiling like your chest might burst.

“surprise,” you say, a little breathless.

sae blinks once. twice. his hand stays frozen on the light switch.

“you said—”

“i lied,” you grin. “sorry. not really.”

he doesn’t move for a moment, just looks at you, and for once you can’t read him. there’s something in his eyes — quiet, maybe even a little overwhelmed, but he hides it like he always does.

finally, he exhales. walks over. “you didn’t have to.”

“i wanted to.”

his gaze drifts across the room — the uneven decorations, the slightly melting cake, the note you left beside it that says ‘make a wish, grumpy.’

and something in his face softens. so subtly you almost miss it.

he stops in front of you. close enough that you can feel the faint heat radiating from his skin. his eyes flicker to yours, then down to your lips, then back up again.

“you’re ridiculous,” he says, voice quieter than usual.

“you like it though.”

“maybe.”

you laugh softly, and the sound seems to ease something in him. he leans in, forehead brushing yours, the smell of rain and cologne clinging to him.

“happy birthday, sae,” you whisper.

for a second, he doesn’t answer. then his lips press against yours — slow, careful, like he’s still learning how to say thank you without words.

when he pulls back, he’s smiling — barely, but it’s there.

“…you made me a cake?”

“technically, i almost burned it,” you admit. “but yeah.”

he hums again, softer this time. “it’s perfect.”

and just like that, the quiet fills the room again — not heavy, but warm. the kind that wraps around both of you and makes the world outside feel small.

you light the candles once more when the first ones melt too low, and he lets you feed him a bite that leaves frosting on his lip. you wipe it off with your thumb, laughing, and he catches your wrist before you can pull away — just holds it there for a moment.

“thank you,” he says finally.

and you realize, maybe that’s what love looks like for sae itoshi — not grand gestures, not words shouted from rooftops, but a quiet moment in the glow of a small cake, your laughter against his shoulder, and the faint smile he only ever shows you.

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"SHEER TROUBLE ♡"

synposis: a simple downpour leaves f!reader soaked, your dress turning sheer under the rain! sae notices, and freezes, and suddenly the space between you both feels way too small.

⚠ cw: nicknames , etc!

ෆ a/n note: hewoo!! tysm, and this request has to be the most creative and my favorite :) deepest apologies for taking MONTHS- to post this.. Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

—ᓚᘏᗢ order req #22 by anon !!

you didn’t even notice the sky darkening until the first cold drop hit your cheek. “uh oh,” you laughed, tilting your head up—right before the rain poured like someone flipped a switch.

sae blinked at the sky, expression flat as always. “we don’t have an umbrella.”

“nope!” you grinned, already grabbing his wrist. “come on!” and so you ran—through the street, through the sudden downpour, your footsteps splashing against puddles.

you were laughing the whole time, breathless, soaked, absolutely unbothered.

sae, on the other hand, looked like he was trying very hard not to sigh. but the second you reached the door and stepped inside, everything… shifted.

because your dress, thin and drenched, clung to your skin. turned sheer. and the soft outline of your lingerie peeked through in a way that made sae stop short, eyes widening just a fraction—barely there, but you caught it.

his breath hitched, just once. then the door slammed shut behind him. before you could turn, his hand slid to your waist, pinning you back against the wall with a low thud that echoed in the quiet foyer.

the rain outside muffled everything, making the space feel smaller, warmer, charged.

“sae?” you whispered. he didn’t answer immediately—his gaze traveled, slow and deliberate, taking in every drop of water tracing down your collarbone, every translucent inch of fabric.

he swallowed once, jaw tightening. he leaned in, voice a low murmur against your ear:

“do you have any idea what you just did to me?” your heart tripped over itself.

“i… i didn’t—”

“yes you did.” his fingers brushed your hip, barely there, but enough to send warmth flooding through you.

“running around like that. laughing. soaked.”

he exhaled shakily, like he was barely holding himself together.you felt his forehead rest against yours, his breath mingling with yours, warm compared to the cold rain still dripping from your lashes.

“you drive me insane,” he whispered, almost like he hated admitting it.

“and you don’t even try.”you smiled, soft and breathless.

“maybe i do.” he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, and the look he gave you could’ve melted the rain right off your skin—hungry, frustrated, completely gone for you.outside, thunder rumbled.

inside, you swore his heartbeat was louder.

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"SAE HEADCANNONS !"

synposis: the title.

⚠ cw: a bit angsty , nothin explict.

itoshi sae is such a grumpy but clingy boyfriend. he tries too act non-chalant and dry whenever you text him, "hiii, what's uppp ??" he replies "fine."

atleast he does not leave you on read, and replies on time.

if you ask, "soo, what are u doinggg ??" he says "nothing."

but if you don't text, he gets slightly irritated and keeps checking his phone, during practice. which leaves his teamates wondering who sae keeps texting.

when sae comes home after a very long and tiring day from practice or his football matches, but does not see you there sitting on the couch, watching television, waiting for him so you both can eat dinner, he feels.. a bit disappointed.

don't get me wrong, sae really does prefer being alone, but he often gets lonely.

one thing that upsets sae is that he is forced to bear the responsibility of japanese soccer.

apart from that, regardless of him being famous, popular amongst girls, handsome, sae still faces racism from locals in spain.

even if sae finds love "childish", or "cringe", sae is the type of guy who thinks about you 24/7, and loves being with you, even if he will never admit it.

whenever sae has to go abroad for his football matches in japan, he always makes sure to get you some gifts and always calls and texts you regardless of the timezone difference.

sae finds your embrace comforting for him, no matter how is they went, how his teammates were passing awfully, like always.

sae loves how you never get bored of listening to his rambling everyday.

during his holidays, sae likes to spend his day near the sea, he loves looking at the sunset with you beside him, holding his hand, your head on his shoulder.

regardless of how annoying you might be, sae would never trade this, for anything or anyone in this world.

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"SAE LOVES YOUR THIGHS ♡ "

synposis: sae didnt know how an obession felt, until he saw you wearing tights for the first time.

⚠ cw: teasy banter , tights , mommy thighs 🗿, nicknames , etc!

—ᓚᘏᗢ order req #18 by anon !!

sae itoshi swears he doesn’t have “weird habits,” but you’ve known better since the first time you caught him mindlessly tracing little shapes against your stockings with his fingertips.

sae never admits it—of course he doesn’t, he’s sae—but he’s so obviously obsessed with your thighs it’s ridiculous.

like, you’ll just be stretched out on the couch watching some random drama, and he’ll wordlessly settle himself between your legs, head resting against the softness like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

no commentary, no explanations, just sae existing there while scrolling his phone as if your thighs are his personal pillow.

sometimes he’ll let out this tiny sigh, eyes fluttering shut, and you’ll feel him relax completely like he can finally breathe.

sae’ll never say it out loud, but you know—stockings, bare skin, whatever—it’s his safe place.

and when you tease him about it? “you’re obsessed,” you’ll say, poking at his cheek.

sae just gives you that flat look, mutters “shut up,” and presses closer. (but you catch the corner of his mouth twitching every time.)

the day you decide to slip on thigh-high stockings just because, he nearly short-circuits. you’re lounging on the couch, scrolling channels, legs stretched out comfortably when you hear the front door click. sae steps inside, drops his bag, and then… freezes.

his eyes catch on your legs immediately. they linger for a second too long, then dart away like he wasn’t caught staring.

“you’re home early,” you say casually, like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.

“training ended fast,” he mutters, tugging his hoodie off. his voice is steady, but his jaw is tense, like he’s concentrating way too hard on not looking.

you tilt your head, feigning innocence. “something wrong?”

“no.” his answer is immediate, but then his gaze flicks back to your thighs, and you see the tiniest pause in his steps before he crosses the room.

he doesn’t even bother with excuses—just drops onto the couch beside you, leans over, and rests his head right on your lap like gravity pulled him there.

his phone’s still in his hand, but he doesn’t unlock it. instead, his cheek presses against the band of your stockings, his hand ghosting over your knee like he’s trying not to give himself away.

“comfortable?” you tease, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“hm.” it’s all he gives you.

“you could’ve just said you like them, you know.”

he sighs, finally tilting his head to glance up at you, expression flat but his ears just the slightest bit red. “shut up.”

you laugh, soft and knowing. “obsessed.”

“maybe,” he says under his breath, closing his eyes again.

and that’s the end of the conversation—because five minutes later, sae’s half-asleep between your thighs like they’re the only place he wants to be.

ෆ a/n note: TS REQ IS SO CUTE, and thank YOU bae 😝 if you are the same anon who requested the kuni fic, can you please use an emoji (if you want to!), so i can recognise you.. 😅 btw shoutout? to @/mifvyfilms for the header tint.🙏🏻

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