#sae

[mydiluc]

thinking about……when you think you’re going to have your first kiss with him, but then instead he leans down to press a kiss to your neck…open mouthed and a bite to claim, hearing you gasp and whine his name and that’s when he kisses you — when you’re already wrecked for him and your mouth is open and waiting

[saestarzz]

napping with sae ft. sae itoshi

Was looking on the bluelock wiki and apparently sae regularly takes 1 hour naps?! thought it was such a cute idea for a lil drabble so here you gooo. literally just straight fluff.

As much as your boyfriend rejected the idea of spooning, protesting that sleep was strictly a time of rest and personal space, you could always count on his mid-day nap as a loophole to his no-cuddling policy. By afternoon, after interviews and practices, Sae practically had no energy left to deal with people; not even to swat you away. So, to his misfortune, it eventually became accepted routine for you to snap on some brand-sponsored eye masks and settle down on the couch with him during his designated nap time - at exactly 3 pm.

"Alright," he would say, setting the timer on his watch. "Come here." And at 3 pm exactly, your only rule was to keep silent. Almost always, you found yourself on top of him, your head resting on his chest so you could fall asleep to his heartbeat. He'd tolerate the clinginess, just for an hour, and maybe unconsciously (?) sling an arm around your waist protectively. The two of you would stay like that until both of you fell asleep. Once you woke up, the precious hour would be over in an instant.

This habit of his (now, yours) had actually proved effective to your sleep schedule - you found yourself less groggy during the end of the day, and your overall energy had increased decently. Though often, you wondered, was it really the sleep that rejuvenated you, or getting to be in Sae's arms?

So, on an unassuming night, you decided to experiment. Shifting sneakily under the covers, you carefully took Sae's hand, beginning to wrap it around your waist as slowly as you could until you heard his tongue click. You groaned.

"Uh-uh," he muttered groggily. "Don't even try it, babe."

You'd get around to him someday.

[kurooangel]

❥ itoshi rin is the biggest cock blocker when it comes to you and his brother.

୨୧ ONE !

sae fucking you ruthlessly on his old mattress, huge cock splitting you in half as he kisses you sloppily. you moan into his mouth, nails scratching his broad back.

“be quiet, beautiful” he grunts, slamming his hips harsher. “shit— ‘m close, keep squeezing me like that”, his groans echo with the skin against skin sound, forehead leaning against yours as your pants, moans and breaths mix together.

but there’s a knock on the door followed by a “[name], are you awake? i found the cookies recipe”

sae growls loudly and thrusts deeply, roughly as his hot seed spills inside you. your hand presses against your mouth to keep you quiet, but rin speaks again from outside, “[name]?”

“can i know what the fuck are you doing planning to cook with my brother at midnight?” sae’s voice is low and husky, frown on his face. you pant, “he said it’s the only moment when you’re not glaring at him when he talks to me”

he huffs and hands you his shirt. there’s silence for a few seconds, before sae speaks softly “you haven’t finished”. you chuckle and kiss his forehead, now dressed, “i know you’ll make it up for me”

rin suddenly comes in, blinking, “why you didn’t answer?”

“she’s going now, be fucking grateful she agreed” sae says, hands cupping your butt. you smile at rin, “sorry! i’m going now, okay? heat up the cooker”

୨୧ TWO !

he’s grinding against you as you cook breakfast, sighing out of pleasure as his hard cock rubs your perfect butt. sae kisses your neck as you giggle, flushed cheeks while you arch your back, “keep going, handsome”

his hand sneaks under your waistband and starts rubbing your pussy through the soaked fabric of your underwear, making you gasp.

until a low “morning” interrupts you both, making him pull his deliciously thick fingers out. rin leans against the counter, watching what you’re cooking. sae glares at him, his fingers digging into your hips as you clear your throat, “good morning”

“why are you looking at me like that?” rin arches an eyebrow at sae, who’s practically throwing daggers at him. his jaw twitches, and he only softens his grip on you when you hiss. “nothing, right baby?”, you smile sweetly, caressing soothingly sae’s chest.

୨୧ THREE !

you’re having dinner with sae in a fancy restaurant, thighs pressed together as his fingers trace your sweet folds. you’re doing your best to keep your mouth shut and be quiet beneath his touch, your legs shaking slightly as he mutters against your earlobe, lips grazing against it teasingly.

“c’mon, baby. be quiet as a good girl” his thumb starts pressing circles on your clit and you melt under his touch, looking at him with lust through half lidded eyes.

meanwhile, rin is at the entrance with his teammates, arguing with a quite scared receptionist that has explained them may times that there aren’t any table disponible. but he sees his brother — then you whimper lowly when he points at sae and the man lets them go in.

“close already?” sae smirks, but you swallow, stopping his thrusts with a grip on his wrist, “not me, exactly”

he’s about to kill the whole team of players, glaring at them as he sucks his fingers. when bachira innocently asks him what was he doing, he simply replies that he can’t waste his favourite sauce.

“hope you guys don’t mind” rin mutters, eyes flickering between the two of you. “you—“ sae starts, but you squeeze his biceps gently, “don’t worry rin, it’s okay. the more, the merrier”

— part one / three / four / five

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

i hate mischaracterizing characters, so for anyone who wants these, here are some facts/implied info about characters:

isagi is a loner and often skips out on parties and social events. this is because of how shy and awkward he is around other people and loud environments. (light novel, implied in the manga)

it’s impossible for nagi to hate anyone. even if someone is constantly making him work hard or taking his phone and games away, he is always calm and a pacifist. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)

rin is extremely kind and emotional under his stoic and emo exterior. he gives foreign tourists extremely detailed directions and is implied to be a good captain. (light novel, implied in the manga)

rin is also academically stupid in everything other than english. this is because he’s dead set on being a soccer player and therefore sees no point in any class other than english. (light novel)

karasu loves anything he finds special. he thinks that even rin and isagi are mediocre even though their blue lock’s number one, but he had a childhood crush on the only person he found special, a girl named marissa. (egoist bible)

sae doesn’t realize that he’s rude or has any malicious intent when he’s being an asshole. he just says what’s on his mind, no matter how mean or blunt. it’s confirmed that he does have friends, so he’s probably not always like this. (egoist bible, manga)

[carleycore]

౨ৎ˚✩ how sae found out you were pregnant

"Oh my gosh! It's all wrong," you fell to your knees in tears.

Sae, who had been making dinner in the kitchen, immediately abandoned the stove at the sound of your voice. He rounded the corner far quicker than he normally would have, his heart sinking as a dozen worst-case scenarios flashed through his mind.

"Amor?" he asked, kneeling beside you. "What happened?"

"Our living room is so ugly," you choked out, gesturing dramatically toward the furniture you'd rearranged into what had to be its fifteenth layout of the day.

Sae stared at you, then he looked around the room.

The couch sat a few feet to the left. The coffee table had been rotated. A lamp had somehow ended up across the room. It was a mess, but you were freaking out so he couldn't admit that just yet.

"What?"

"It doesn't work!" you cried. "None of it works. The couch is too big, the rug washes everything out, and don't even get me started on those stupid pillows."

His gaze drifted to the throw pillows you'd bought together nearly a year ago. "The beige ones?"

"They're awful."

"You picked those," He tried to hide a smirk.

"I know!" you groaned, dropping your face into your hands. "I had terrible taste."

Sae let out a quiet sigh before crouching in front of you, gently pulling your hands away from your face. "I think it looks fine."

"No, you don't."

"I do."

"You're lying because you love me."

He smirked as he rubbed your back, "maybe."

Despite everything, a watery laugh escaped you as you wiped away tears.

"There she is," he murmured, brushing his thumb beneath your eye to catch another tear before it could fall. "Feel better?"

"No."

You looked around the room again before fresh tears immediately welled in your eyes.

"It's still ugly."

"You're crying again." He mumbled as he started wiping away more tears

"I know!"

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Sae simply watched you. You'd never been one to cry easily. Frustrated? Sure. Annoyed? Definitely. But crying over furniture?

That wasn't like you.

Neither was crying because the café had run out of your favorite muffin three days ago. Or getting irritated enough to argue with him over whether clouds looked "too perfect."

At first, he'd assumed you were overwhelmed from work.

"Can I ask you something?"

You sniffled, nodding.

"When was your last period?"

The question caught you completely off guard.

"What?"

"Your last period."

You opened your mouth, already prepared to answer.

"...It was..."

You frowned and glanced toward the calendar hanging on the wall, then toward your phone resting on the coffee table.

Sae watched as you unlocked your phone with shaky hands.

You opened your calendar and started counting backwards.

Counted again.

Your breathing became noticeably quieter. "There's no way."

He didn't say anything.

Didn't want to.

You looked up at him, your eyes impossibly wide.

"I... I'm late."

"How late?"

"Almost three weeks."

The room suddenly felt impossibly still.

You stared at each other for several long seconds, neither of you quite ready to say the thought hanging between you. Sae reached over and gently took your hand.

His voice was calm, the same steady tone he used whenever he wanted to keep you grounded.

"Let's not jump to conclusions."

You nodded quickly.

"Okay."

"But," He gave your hand a small squeeze, "I think we should buy a test."

You searched his face, looking for panic, fear, uncertainty.

Instead, all you found was quiet reassurance.

You let out a nervous laugh. "I just had a complete breakdown over pillows."

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"If you're pregnant," His eyes flickered toward the living room before meeting yours again. "our child is going to hear a funny story about this someday."

You laughed through the tears that had somehow returned, leaning forward until your forehead rested against his shoulder. "They really are ugly."

"I'll buy new ones tomorrow."

"You don't have to."

"I know."

His hand settled against the back of your head as he held you close. "But if replacing a few pillows makes you smile again..."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

"...then I'd say it's worth it."

& tysm for 1k followers, i can't believe that many people read and enjoy my lil ficssssss.

[faeaabi]

─── and i only have eyes for you

bllk x gn!reader ft. rin, sae, kaiser, kunigami, barou, bachira, aiku

aabi's note: can u tell i hardly know shit abt soccer LOL. it's so hilarious too when u know i keep up w/ daily soccer news and im a huge barca fan. </3 you can find this request here.

synopsis: after a significant win, they ignore the cheerful crowd loudly chanting their name and the overwhelming interviews, running towards you instead.

𝄞𝄢 itoshi rin.

everyone's attention is on rin, watchful and attentive. people are split into two―some praying he wins, others praying for his down fall.

with this final goal ― his final goal ― the results of the match would be determined.

the pressure was agonizing, mentally tormenting rin. his clear, intent goal to score was blurred because of all the high levels of energy and loud comments bubbling around him.

"tch," he muttered under his breath. "annoying."

sweating and staring anxiously at him ahead was the other team's goalkeeper. all rin had to ensure was the ball under his feet would swerve past the goalkeeper and make it into the net.

you stood in the vip area, hands nervously clenching around the cool, metal railing. the stadium was deafening, people screaming rin's name. at this moment, he was the only one who mattered in the world.

you blinked for only a split second and when you opened your eyes, cameras flashed so brightly the soccer field below was painted white.

rin scored.

the whistle blew, indicating the end of the match. his team won, with a score of 3-2.

reporters pushed against the barricades trying to reach him first after the game-winning goal. fans screamed so loudly, it'd be a surprise if your ears weren't bleeding.

rin shoved past teammates calling for him, ignored the microphones being shoved into his face, and sprinted straight toward the stands. his eyes searched the crowd with frightening precision until they landed on you.

"mr. rin, please one comment―"

rin ignored the reporters, climbing over the barrier. fans reached for him and security chased after him, but he didn't stop once.

once he reached you, rin cupped your cheeks.

"you were watching, right?" he asked breathlessly, teal eyes darting all across your face. his tone was desperate despite the stoic exterior he always forced onto himself.

you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "everyone was watching, rin."

"so?" rin scoffed. he pressed his forehead against yours. "i only care if you were watching."

behind rin, the stadium kept roaring, voices praising him. yet rin only listened to yours.

𝄞𝄢 itoshi sae.

sae grew up with fame. he was used to the loud crowds, flashing cameras, and pressurizing reporters relentlessly begging him for even a single word.

so after the final long whistle from the referee, sae handled the immediate swarm of reporters wanting to discuss his flawless performance with his usual detached demeanor.

"sae, what did you think of the final play?"

"do you think this victory secures re al a―"

sae locked eyes with you near the tunnel entrance ― where he knew you were waiting for him the entire time ― and his composure cracked.

his steps got quicker and the reporters scrambled behind him, confused but still determined to get him to answer their questions.

"aren't you supposed to be doing those interviews?" you asked as sae approached you. looking behind him, you winced at all the desperate reporters looking at him as if he was food and water.

"they can wait."

sae stopped right in front of you, eyes softer than they ever were on the field.

"let's go out. my treat."

"but you won." you playfully raised an eyebrow. "shouldn't i be the one treating you?"

"no," sae muttered, leaving no room for argument. without caring about the cameras pointed directly at you two, he took your hand and intertwined your fingers together. "let's get out of here."

the reporters' jaws dropped at the juicy sight unfolding (and disappearing) right in front of their eyes. they couldn't talk to sae directly, but at least there would be new headlines about him by tonight.

𝄞𝄢 micheal kaiser.

"kaiser over here! notice me!!!"

"kaiser can i get one photo!"

"can we get a statement about your goal?"

everyone in the stadium was worshipping kaiser, even fans from the opposing team. his talented performance from the match earlier ― resulting in an expected win ― left everyone admiring him.

kaiser loved the attention―he lived for the attention.

but he was only craving one person's attention right now, even if it was just a glance. he could care less about everyone else surrounding him.

the second kaiser caught you standing near the edge of the field, his entire expression brightened.

"found you, liebe."

kaiser jogged right past the reporters, grinning while the media erupted behind him. you barely had time to react before he dramatically dropped to his knees right in front of you.

"did my goals impress you liebling?"

you rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile.

"i guess."

"i guess???" kaiser furrowed his eyebrows, clutching his chest theatrically. "you are so cruel! those goals were specifically for you."

behind you two, the reporters and kaiser's teammates laughed. the cameras captured everything, displaying the interaction between you two on the big screens in the stadium.

"you always say that every match!" you scoffed.

kaiser stood up, wrapped an arm around your waist possessively, and flashed the cameras a smirk.

"and i mean it every time."

𝄞𝄢 kunigami rensuke. (post wc)

the reporters whispered amongst themselves, unsure of whether or not to approach the infamous kunigami.

he had just scored the winning goal of the match earlier, securing his soccer club the famous championship everyone loved worldwide.

but because of his interesting reputation, the reporters were hesitant to approach him.

as he walked by them, sweat clung to his skin, chest rising heavily. his exhaustion was evident.

"let's just talk to him," a reporter hushed to their co-worker.

the reporters began crowding around him, hands tugging him towards interviews.

he ignored them, pushing their hands off his body. he already had a person to talk to in mind.

you were patiently waiting in the front row of the bleachers, watching kunigami as he slowly approached you. his auburn eyes were on you too, gaze sharp and indifferent as usual.

"you waited the entire match," kunigami uttered as soon as he reached you.

"obviously!"

his shoulders relaxed at your voice, tension melting from his body little by little.

"you were amazing, ren," you whispered, placing a hand on his bicep.

as the words slowly processed in his mind, kunigami stared at you. his expression was slightly conflicted, as if he was trying to understand whether those words that came out of your mouth were real or just his imagination playing tricks on him.

after a couple of seconds, it clocked to kunigami that you actually spoke and that your words were genuine, spoken truly from your heart.

kunigami's lips broke into a smile—small, rare, and sincere.

𝄞𝄢 barou shoei.

barou smirked arrogantly as reporters chased after him.

just a while ago, the king scored three goals, helping his team win yet another match. of course his ego was incredibly boosted and the stadium chanting his name only fed his ego further.

the moment barou spotted you in the crowd, something in his tyrannical behavior changed direction instantly.

barou shoved a microphone away with an irritated click of his tongue.

"move."

"barou-san! one interview please—"

"i said move."

people parted instinctively as he strode toward you with the same overwhelming presence he carried practically anywhere and everywhere.

you crossed your arms teasingly. "ignoring your fans i see," you called out as he approached.

"i'm focusing on what's more important right now."

he stopped directly in front of you, towering over you slightly before firmly grabbing your chin.

"you saw who ruled this field, yeah?"

"o'course i did, king."

barou's chest swelled with some unnameable feeling. your attention was far more sufficient enough than admiration from his millions of fans all over the world.

𝄞𝄢 bachira meguru.

"another playful and frisky win executed by none other than barcha's star player, bachira!"

fans screamed his name endlessly while teammates celebrated around him. bachira looked radiant after helping his team win another match.

despite all the attention he was receiving, bachira felt as if something — no, someone — was missing.

he enthusiastically gushed over the match with his teammates, but his eyes were darting all over the place, desperately seeking out someone.

the second bachira spotted you near the railing, his entire face lit up brighter than the stadium lights.

"there you are!"

he immediately bolted towards you, ditching his teammates and ignoring someone attempting to pull him into an interview.

"bachira! media first!"

"nope!"

you barely managed to greet him before he tackled you into a hug, practically knocking the air out of your lungs.

"meguru!" you squealed, wrapping your arms around his frame. he was drenched in sweat, but that didn't matter.

"we won!" he grinned, yellow orbs sparkling. "did you see my pass? did you see my goal? did you see it? did you?"

"i did! i was watching you the whole time. you almost gave me five heart attacks!"

"that means i did good!"

"when are you not doing good in soccer?" you cooed.

bachira giggled—his laughter infectious, warm and carefree. you giggled along with him. he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

"it's really fun when you watch me play. i hope you always will."

𝄞𝄢 oliver aiku.

growing up with everyone praising his soccer skills and then landing a career in japan's u-20 team, aiku handled fame naturally.

today was just another day dealing with excessive attention from fans and reporters adamant to hear even a sentence from his mouth.

he performed exceptionally well in another match, leading to a beautiful win that fans and his team were craving.

aiku waved at fans easily, flashed cameras his charismatic smile, and answered endless questions with ease.

he glanced away from a reporter, only to spot you behind a crowd, watching him with a big smile. the second he noticed you, aiku's attention shifted.

"excuse me for a sec," he told the reporters casually. "i'll be back soon."

aiku knew he wouldn't return, not when you were there waiting for him with that pretty smile he loved so dearly.

you laughed as he walked over and pulled you somewhere more secluded.

"are you serious? you're gonna get yelled at later."

"so what?" aiku stepped in front of you, grinning, though his eyes carried something softer underneath. "it's worth it if i can be with you."

"tough game?"

"you have no idea."

aiku pulled you into his arms and buried his face into your hair, inhaling the faint, lingering smell of your shampoo.

"this feels way better than any win," he whispered.

© faeaabi 2026 do NOT: plagiarize, copy, translate, upload my work elsewhere + train ai with my work.

[cryopie]

soft drunk sae apologizing to you

more ooc sae / wc: 811

Being in a distance relationship is one of the most exhausting things ever

It turns every missed call into a heavy silence and every delayed reply into a reason to be annoyed

The two of you had been fighting for weeks, until the last argument that spiraled into something ugly and unbearable, leaving you both with sharp, stinging words that lingered even after the screen went black

It had been a few weeks since you last spoke. Even when his name lit up your screen two days ago, you just turned your phone down on the nightstand, staring at the ceiling, unable to stomach another fight

You were too tired to keep trying

It was past midnight and all you wanted was to sleep

As your eyes finally began to give in, a violent thudding shook your front door

Your heart hammered against your ribs, the sound echoing in the hollow silence of your apartment

It wasn’t a polite knock of a neighbor, it was a heavy, persistent and entirely too aggressive for this hour

Adrenaline spiked and your first instinct was to grab the nearest weapon you could find, a plastic kitchen broom you found in the hallway

You hovered by the door, your knuckles white as you gripped the handle

Even though you were scared to death, you had to face whatever nightmare was on the other side

“Who’s there?” you shouted, your voice trembling as you gripped the handle tighter “I’m calling the police!”

A beat of silence followed, then a raspy, slurred familiar voice drifted through the door

“Knock knock”

You blinked, the tension in your arms leaving slowly as it had arrived “Sae, is that you?”

“Knock knock” he repeated, ignoring your question with a stubborn, drunken persistence

“Sae? You’re supposed to be in Spain. Are you ..are you drunk?"

“You’re supposed to say who’s there” he slurred, his voice heavy with annoyance

You let out a frustrated breath, leaning your forehead against the door “..Who’s there?”

“Your boyfriend” you could practically hear his drunken, lopsided smile through the door “Now let me in”

You threw the lock and swung the door open but the words you’d prepared died in your throat

He was leaning heavily against the doorframe, looking like a disaster

His bangs were falling straight over his eyes which were bloodshot from a mixture of exhaustion and what looked like suspiciously unshed tears, smelling strongly of expensive alcohol

He stumbled inward, nearly colliding with your shoulder as you caught him, his presence overwhelming the space

“You idiot” you whispered, your heart aching “Why are you even here?"

Sae didn’t answer, he just looked at you, his gaze falling over each of your features, memorizing your face

He wandered towards the sofa, pulling you with him as he collapsed onto the cushions

He didn’t let go of your hand, his glossy eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your breath catch

“Why didn’t you answer me?” he murmured, the silence stretching between you

“I’m sorry” he paused, his expression crumbling “The fight.. it was .. I don’t know. I hated not hearing from you. Don’t do that again”

Your heart ached at the words “I’m sorry too” you murmured, reaching to brush his bangs from his eyes ”I shouldn’t have ignored you, I was hurt..but I missed you"

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes “Just stay” he whispered, his voice rough “The world’s already exhausting, I don’t need us making it worse”

He looked at you as if you were the only solid thing in his life, his thumb reaching out to trace your lower lip

''Can I..” he hesitated, a ghost of his usual arrogance flickering for a second before being swallowed by longing ”May I kiss you? Please“

You just nodded and before you could even respond he dropped to his knees on the rug. His hands sliding to your waist to anchor himself to you, pressing his face into your chest for a brief second, clearly revealed that you hadn’t turned him away

Then he looked up again, his expression softening into something devastatingly sincere

He leaned forward, capturing your lips with a desperation that tasted like apology and need for all the time spent apart. It was deep, lingering and unhurried

He finally pulled away, his forehead pressed into yours, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, afraid you might disappear

“I’m done with the distance” he whispered, his lips trailing towards your jaw

You were done too, unable to stay away from him any longer. You were happy he felt the same

He wasn’t the type to be soft always but he was certainly the type to fly across an ocean just to prove he was still yours

thank you for reading˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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