Itoshi Sae

"Tch, You wish you looked good enough for me to stare at your ass.."

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If you wonder how I came up with this Sae canonically has an Ass kink

The drive to the coast had been quiet—just the soft hum of the road and the occasional breeze slipping through the open car windows. She hadn’t said much, but then again, Sae never really did. It was enough that she’d invited you at all, out of nowhere, with a text that only said: "Beach. Bring cleats." No emoji. No follow-up. But you knew what it meant.

The beach wasn’t crowded. Just enough people to fade into the background. The sun was warm, and the sea breeze kept the heat from being unbearable. You helped set up makeshift goal markers with your shoes and a couple water bottles, and the moment you tapped the ball, she was already matching your pace.

It was never easy with her. Every time you tried to break away or pull a slick maneuver, she was right there—reading you like a book, body moving with that infuriating calm confidence. Still, she let you press yourself, let you go harder than usual, making little comments here and there like, “Sloppy touch,” or “Faster.” But never once took the ball unless you made a mistake. And you did. Plenty. She didn’t capitalize though. She just stared indifferently and let you keep going.

You weren’t sure how long it had been. An hour? Two? Long enough for the sun to begin dipping just a little lower. The golden light turned richer, highlighting every grain of sand and bead of sweat on your skin. Your breath started to catch. Your shirt clung to your back. And eventually, your legs gave the signal.

You hunched over, hands on your knees, breathing heavily. The soccer ball rolled to a stop near your feet, half-buried in the sand.

Behind you, Sae stilled.

She was quiet.

Her eyes, sharp and keen, lingered lower than they should have just for a second too long. The way your shorts clung from the sweat, how the muscles in your legs tightened with every deep breath her gaze fell to the mound of your ass analyzing it like a hawk. Her lips parted slightly, and there was the faintest flush on her cheeks, almost invisible under the sun she felt a heat build between her legs but she'd never admit it.

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