#vanielle writes

thinking about.. sae as a clingy sleeper ♡ —ᓚᘏᗢ cw: fluff, gender isn't specified, clingy sae duh ෆ a/n note: tysm for ts req!

when you and sae first got into a relationship, suprisingly he was the one who insisted that you move in with him. its not like you mind, but it felt unusual of sae suggestjng these things.

you agreed, he helped you move in, arranging your stuff the way you wanted. since sae never felt the need to live in a two bedroom penthouse as it was only him, you both shared a bedroom... and a bed.

sae and you have shared several intimate moments. cuddling, spooning, and etc. now it was a routine. every night before bed, he did demand a kiss from you. you loved when he was needy for you affection. he isn't a man of words, he is a man of action and he makes sure you understand that.

but, who would expect him to be clingy in his sleep too?

you, as his significant other lying down on your 'side' of the bed, asleep soundly. but your slumber is soon disturbed by two strong arms gripping you close to a muscular chest. and that belongs to none other than the itoshi sae.

the way his hands don't leave your body throughout the entire night, he's always touching you, he needs to feel you under his fingers or he wont be able to sleep comfortably. whenever you did confront him about his actions in the morning, he would refuse claiming, its his "only way to fall asleep comfortably and quickly".

oh, just how you are crazy in love with eachother.

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you didn’t plan on it turning soft.

it was supposed to be casual — you dragging sae into the lingerie store because you felt like it, because you’ve been together long enough that moments like this don’t need a reason.

the lights are warm, the air smells faintly sweet, and sae slips into your space like he belongs there. because he does, and walks beside you like this is any other errand.

unbothered. composed. you lift a piece of lace, holding it against yourself. “thoughts?”

his eyes flick over it, slow and assessing. then back to you. “yeah,” he says calmly. “that one.” no hesitation. no overthinking.

you smile and keep moving, showing him a few more. he comments when he wants to, quiet and precise, fingers occasionally brushing your waist when you drift too far ahead. not possessive — familiar. assured.

this isn’t new territory. this is comfort. when you step out of the fitting room, sae looks up and lets his gaze linger openly. no shame. no rush. just appreciation.

“…you chose well,” he says.

you arch a brow. “only that?”

his lips curve faintly. “i don’t need to say more,” he replies. “i already know how it’s going to look later.”

heat curls low in your stomach.he steps closer, hand settling at your hip, thumb pressing in just enough to remind you who you’re going home with.

his voice stays even, controlled — but there’s weight behind it, sae murmurs. “let’s not overthink it.”

at the counter, he pays without ceremony. outside, he takes the bag from you and swings it lightly at his side.

you glance at him. “that confident?”

he looks down at you, calm as ever. “we’re past uncertainty,” he says. then, quieter, closer, “and you don’t buy lingerie unless you plan on reminding me later.”

his hand squeezes your waist once — steady, assured. “don’t keep me waiting too long,” sae adds, just certain.

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"POST SEX MOMENTS WITH SAE ♡ !"

synposis: how sae treats his beloved gf/wife (aka, ME, u hoes) after a long night of "activities".

⚠ cw: teasy banter , talk about relationship shi , nicknames , unprotected sex , p in v , slightly crack, and a LOTS of commas etc!

—ᓚᘏᗢ # 400 followers special !!

after itoshi sae's cock bursts full of thick, long, warm strings, one last time, as he plants his seed in you, creating a huge mess on the bedsheets.

both of you collapse on the bed, panting heavily, sae turns to your side,

"hey, you- you good?" he raises an eyebrow to your uneven breathing. his eyes drifting everywhere and lower.

you let out a chuckle, before responding, "never better, sae.."

sae shifts closer to you, and whispers, "hmm, you ready to clean up?"

you let out a long groan, "do i really have to? can't we stay like this.."

sae patted your head, "it wont take long, i'll get the bath ready, give me a minute." he said, before getting up and making his way to the bathroom.

now, you lay straight, letting out a contented sigh. replaying tonight in your head, it was amazing, you had a good time, so did sae, you could tell.

finally after all his long matches in japan, he made the time to come back to spain, and make the best out of it, with you.

sae called out to you, saying that the bath is ready, and you should come soon. you heard the tap turn off, as the bathtub would have been filled.

you yelled out, "saeee, come here! remember, i cant walk!?" you laid proudly in bed, not moving an inch.

sae came out of the bathroom, his delicious abs on display, as, he walked over to you. lifting you in bridal style, you let a low cute squeal, as he carried you to the bathtub, and gently let you down in the warm water.

steam fills the bathroom, curling up to the ceiling while the shower runs steady around your sore muscles. the water's warm against your skin, but sae's body is warmer againdt your skin has he had also joined you in the bathtub,

his hands move slow, almost too careful, gliding over your thighs like you'll break if he presses harder, whenever he went too rough. he muttered small apologies whenever he did so.

after sae gave you a back massage as well, and scrubbed your body. it was his turn. he laid on the other side of the bathtub.

as you wobbled you way to him, before you could fall down, sae caught you by the waist and pulled you closer to his chest, with a genuine rare smile of his.

"babe, turn around, lemme scrub your back and wash your hair." you spoke as you batted your eyelashes up at your boyfriend.

"alright", was all he said before his body listens before his brain does.

sae turns, ears flaming, he turned around, his back facing you. you took the loofa which was drenched in water, put some shower gel on is, muscles tight under your touch as you start scrubbing his back.

sae let out a satisfied hum, as you scrubbed his entire back, gently, and then gave him a back massage well. which helped in relaxing his stiff body. then, you moved on to his hair. taking a small amount of shampoo, and massaging his magenta scalp, softly.

this entire thing, was not at all meant to be sexual. it was.. just something pure. sae and you, both have never felt much loved like you both did in this shower. nothing sexual.

after an hour long shower, in whicb you almost dozed off. sae picked you up again, wrapped a towel around your soaked body and walked towards the bed, dropping you on the mattress. he took out your pjs and underwear from your closet, and gently dressed you.

sae put his boxers and pants on, which were neatly folded in his closet, the way sae likes. "you finally learnt how to fold clothes neatly, eh?" you rolled your eyes, and let out an impatient huff at his comment.

before sae joined you in bed, he took a quick glance at the digitat clock on his bedside table, the clock read, 1:07 am. geez, wayyy past your boyfriend's bedtime!

sae almost jumped in the bed with you, put the blanket around the two of you, and grabbed you by the waist, burying his face in your neck. "sae.." you whispered, as you shifted comfortably closer to him. "mhm..?" he managed to let out a sleeply hum.

"i love you..." you murmured like a blushy schoolgirl around her crush.

sae chuckled, planted a kiss on to your forehead, saying, "i love you too princess."

oh god, sae could not wait to marry his cute girlfriend, which he would rather die than admit, but he loved her very deeply, and would choose her over anything, and anyone, in this world..

the next morning, he had practice, which he missed, and instead, spent the day with you.

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"WATCH OUT !!"

synposis: after sae saw someone flirting with f!reader, he loses focus in the game.

cw: nosebleed , mentions of sexual interactions , just possesive and jealous sae ♡ !

—ᓚᘏᗢ order request #11 by ⛸️ anon !!

you decided to stop faking sick which you did to avoid watching itoshi sae's football matches. you were scared that one day you would get caught lying ! so, you thought it would be a good idea to surprise him by showing up at sae's match, after a long, long time.

you didn't think much about your outfit. a white bodysuit underneath sae's jersey which was infact, oversized for you. you just brought your purse, with your phone, sunglasses in it, andddd, a banner which you made for him.

the banner screamed 'y/n'. strawberry kisses all over it, your vanilla perfume sprayed on the banner, 'I LOVE YOU !!'s and 'GO SAE BAE !!' written on it. you wete very excited to wave and cheer for him with it in the bleachers.

after you had arrived, you took a seat in the front row. you did not get to sit in the V.I.P section (even after the entire world knew you were sae's girlfriend) because, you coming to his match was entirely a secret and a surprise.

first few minutes in the match, and sae had already scored a goal! you jumped up, squealed and screamed his name, waving the banner up. since you were loud, sae's wide eyes met your glintful ones.

he gave you a small, genuine smile which showed he was happy to see you here.

but.. what he was not happy to see was a guy who was sitting right beside you, smirking and watching your ass jiggle up and down. sae did not pay much attention to it, ignoring that creep for now.

as you sat down, the guy shifted his gaze and made a move. "hey.. cheering for ReAI hmm?" he chuckled.

"oh, yes! haha.. yes, i am. i see you are on the same team too!" you tried to be friendly, oblivious to the guy's intentions.

you both talked for a bit, but, then.. the conversation started to become a bit uncomfortable for you, and you lost interest in the conversation.

"c'mon.. just one night.. i'll even let you suck my cock.." he spoke, nudging your shoulder.

you kept your eyes on the field, watching the intense moment, of sae dribbling the ball against all the players of the other team, as he slightly kept on losing focus.

"i said no, mister.. i am not interested.." you murmured loudly enough for the guy beside you to hear.

oh, he went to far, he grabbed you by the wrist and didn't let go, trying to coax you to spend the night with him.

just then, the crowd started shouting in panic, looking in your direction, "WATCH OUT!!!!", and.. a ball went flying on very high speed and hit the creep in his nose. he started bleeding.

"f-fuck-!!", you blurted out as you quickly stood up and your eyes flew to your boyfriend, itoshi sae, who got a red card, for hitting the creep.

later on, while you were sat in sae's car, you spoke, quietly.. "b-back then.. you really.. did not have to hit that guy.."

sae raised an eyebrow at your nervousness, giving you a quick long glance, scoffing, "tch, he was trying to hit on at what's mine. he should have had some sense in him." he shrugged as if that is the most normal thing in the entire world.

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ᩧ ֺ ۪ 　　　"SUCKER"

── .✦ ꒰ sae itoshi x f!reader ྀ ꒱ —

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as sae itoshi was on the call, he took a handful of your hair in his hand, yanking your head forward, shoving his dick further into your mouth.

"about that…" he groans.

your mouth was too full, jaw aching, spit dripping down your chin. behind you, sae gripped your hair tight enough, thrusting into you roughly.

he slammed into you again, and your whole body jolted forward on sae’s cock, your vision blurred, gagging at the stretch. sae laughed under his breath.

"i am not participating in the group league."

you gasped, eyes glassy, brain melting. you tried to speak — tried to say something — but it only came out as broken noise, sending vibrations down sae’s cock.

sae yanked your head back slightly, just enough to see the tears streaking down your cheeks, your ruined mouth stretched wide around his cock.

after wrapping up the call, sae placed his phone down on the couch, staring down at you.

your whole body was trembling, thighs soaked and dripping, jaw sore and aching. still, sae grabbed your face with both hands and started to fuck your mouth with messy, sloppy thrusts. he didn’t let you rest, didn’t even give you time to think.

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꒰ ᩧ ֺ ۪ 　"˖sae itoshi — blue lock headcanons!! " ʾ

── .✦ ꒰ sae itoshi x f!reader ྀ ꒱ —

cw: none?

sae is the type of person who notices *everything* but says almost nothing about it.

he’ll clock the tiniest change in your mood, the way you’re quieter than usual or the way you’re fidgeting with your sleeves, but instead of asking directly he’ll just… adjust.

suddenly he’s sitting a little closer, or he hands you something small like a drink or snack without explanation. it’s his quiet way of saying he noticed and he cares.

he’s not overly affectionate in public, but there are these subtle things he does that only you notice. like when you’re walking somewhere crowded he’ll lightly guide you by the back of your hoodie or your wrist so you don’t get lost.

he doesn’t even think about it, it’s instinctive.

if someone points it out he’ll just shrug like it’s nothing. sae has a dry sense of humor that catches people off guard. most people think he’s too serious to joke around, but with you he’ll make the most deadpan sarcastic comments.

sometimes you won’t even realize he’s joking until you see the tiny hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

he’s extremely particular about things — his schedule, his training, the way his room is organized. but somehow he never complains when your stuff slowly starts appearing around his space. your hair ties on his desk, your hoodie thrown over his chair, random little things you forget.

he won’t say anything about it but he definitely notices… and he never moves them.

sae is surprisingly protective, just not in an obvious way. if someone is bothering you he won’t start a scene or raise his voice. instead he’ll just step in, stand next to you, and look at them with that cold expression of his. he’s the kind of boyfriend who listens more than he talks. if you ramble about something you like — a show, drama at school, random gossip — he’ll act indifferent but later you’ll realize he remembered everything.

you’ll mention something weeks later and he’ll casually bring up a detail you forgot you even told him.

physical affection from sae mostly happens in private moments. late nights when everything’s quiet and you’re sitting next to him while he’s scrolling through something on his phone. he’ll pull you closer without looking up, resting your head against his shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.h

e’s not big on compliments, but when he gives one it feels really genuine because you know he means it. something simple like “that looks good on you.” or “you did well.” coming from him feels like a huge deal because he doesn’t say things just to say them.

sae also secretly likes when you challenge him. most people either admire him too much or feel intimidated by him, but you arguing with him about something trivial — like which movie is better or whether he’s being too harsh on someone — is weirdly refreshing to him.

he’ll act annoyed but he actually enjoys it. .deep down sae is someone who values loyalty more than anything. he doesn’t let many people close to him, but once you’re in his circle he takes it seriously.

even if he doesn’t say it out loud often, he’s the kind of person who will always show up for you when it actually matters.

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i took this picture sneakily while MY husband was pampering OUR son , explaining he will be back soon after his match ♡

translation: Itoshi Shohta (our son's name): "Daddy, don't go!!!"

Itoshi Sae: "If you come with me, Mommy will be alone. While daddy can't come home, you have to protect mommy. Can you do it?"

*sniffle..*

"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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