#sae

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)

୨୧ ONE !

you’re making out with sae next to the lockers room after a game, praising him and giggling.

“sae, the journalist are asking for you” rin appears next to both of you, staring at your joined bodies with a flat expression. “hi, rin” you smile sweetly, and he blushes faintly, greeting you back.

sae huffs, “don’t you know that this isn’t a good moment?”. rin simply shrugs and his teal eyes look at you. “go with him, baby. see you later at home” you smile, kissing his cheek before pulling away. he nods reluctantly and squeezes your hip gently.

“she’s nice. have no clue what she’s doing with you” he says amused as both of them walk. sae glares at him, “shut up”

୨୧ TWO !

you love showering with sae, moans filling the room as he fucks you against the wall. he growls, fingers digging further into your hips when your pussy clenches around him.

until the hot water turns cold and a loud, “sae, leave already! it’s my turn” comes from out of the bathroom. your boyfriend looks like he’s about to kill someone as he helps you drying your shaking body with a towel. you sneeze and he huffs, “sorry, beautiful. next time we visit japan, we’re staying at the hotel”

“but your mother seemed excited about us staying over” you say, dressing up. he arches an eyebrow, his silence making you chuckle. “okay, maybe you’re right” you cup his face, but when you’re about to kiss him… “sae!” rin knocks the door loudly, and he finally opens, glaring at his brother on the door. “finally— oh”

“hi, rinnie” you smile, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. he swallows and greets you back with a soft smile, immediately erasing when sae whispers something about cockblocking and killing someone.

୨୧ THREE !

you’re watching a movie with sae, cuddling on the couch as he kisses your jaw. one arm is thrown over your shoulders, keeping you close, and the other traces your inner thighs.

“baby, we’re at your parents’ couch” you whisper, smirk on your face. “so? don’t worry, just don’t be messy” he says huskily against your neck.

“hi, guys. what are you watching?” rin sits down next to you, and you feel sae’s anger radiating off his body. you smile with a soft blush on your cheeks, “just some thriller”

“great, those are my favourites” he says, making himself comfortable. sae glares at him, teal eyes mentally killing him. “leave” he grunts, and his younger brother arches an eyebrow. “this isn’t your couch, you should’ve booked an hotel room if you wanted to be an alone emo boy”

your hand on his chest is the only thing keeping him from strangling rin.

fiancé!sae who never becomes overly affectionate publicly, but always keeps a hand on you somehow. your wrist, your waist, your fingers. subtle touches that quietly remind everyone you’re his.

fiancé!sae who learns your habits without telling you. suddenly your favorite drink is already waiting for you after work, your side of the bed is warmed before you sleep, and your schedule somehow feels easier.

fiancé!sae who shows love through consistency rather than words. he may not constantly say “i love you,” but he’s always there. every single time. without fail.

fiancé!sae who softens most at night. when it’s late, quiet, and just the two of you, he becomes gentler somehow. his voice lowers, his touches linger longer, and he lets himself relax completely. 

fiancé!sae who absolutely stares at you when you’re not looking. not obviously. just quiet little glances while you’re talking, cooking, reading—like he’s memorizing every version of you he gets. 

fiancé!sae whose proposal is private. no crowd, no cameras, no giant speech. just the two of you somewhere meaningful, somewhere quiet enough that he can actually be honest without distractions.

fiancé!sae who rehearses the proposal for weeks because despite how calm he looks, he genuinely wants it to be perfect. he hates uncertainty, but with you? he’s terrified of messing it up. 

fiancé!sae who proposes late at night after a long day together. maybe after dinner, maybe during a quiet walk, but definitely during a moment where you’re relaxed and unsuspecting.

fiancé!sae who goes strangely quiet before proposing. his fingers keep brushing against the ring in his pocket while he debates the exact wording in his head for the hundredth time. 

fiancé!sae who simply looks at you and says, “i don’t want a future without you in it anymore.” and somehow that hits harder than any dramatic declaration ever could.

fiancé!sae who gets visibly nervous waiting for your answer, even if he tries hiding it. you can see it in the way his jaw tightens and how carefully he watches your face.

fiancé!sae who exhales so softly after you say yes, like he’d been holding his breath for months without realizing it. then immediately pulls you into his chest without saying another word. 

fiancé!sae who wears his engagement ring constantly. he twists it absentmindedly during interviews, training, flights—like grounding himself with the reminder that you chose him too. 

fiancé!sae who definitely wants children someday, though he doesn’t admit it immediately. at first he says something vague like, “if it happens, it happens,” while secretly imagining your future family already.

fiancé!sae who becomes quieter whenever he sees you interacting with children. something about you being gentle makes his chest ache in a way he can’t properly explain.

fiancé!sae who would want two children at most. enough for a family that feels full, but small enough that he can devote himself completely to each of them.

fiancé!sae who secretly worries about being a good father because affection doesn’t come naturally to him. he’s terrified his children won’t understand how deeply he loves them. 

fiancé!sae who plans the wedding far more seriously than expected. spreadsheets, schedules, venue research—he approaches it with the same perfectionism he applies to football because this is important to him.

fiancé!sae who pretends not to care about wedding details until you casually mention changing something he already envisioned. suddenly he has opinions. very specific opinions.

fiancé!sae who prefers elegant, intimate weddings over huge extravagant ones. candlelight, soft music, close friends, beautiful scenery—something timeless rather than overwhelming.

fiancé!sae who absolutely freezes seeing you walk down the aisle. not visibly to everyone else, but you notice it immediately. the way his eyes soften and how he forgets breathing for a second.

husband!sae who cannot stop looking at your ring finger after marriage. it genuinely distracts him sometimes because every glance reminds him that you’re really his wife now. 

husband!sae who falls asleep facing you every night, one hand resting somewhere against you without fail, like even in sleep his body searches for yours automatically.

husband!sae who doesn’t love loudly, but loves permanently. completely. in every quiet action, every careful touch, every future plan that somehow always includes you without question.

a/n : lol ts was so rushed this is so booty oml. okey instead of studying im writing this cuz im gonna fail anyways whats the point of trying✌️. also first sae post what do we thinkkk. (also that aiku anon your fic is COMINGGGG i promise bby). tysm for reading, please req stuff, and other than that there’s nothing more to add !!

𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 2026. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.

sae wants you to sit on his lap !

you've always denied sae's many offers to sit on his lap. it's not like you didn't want to, you were just afraid of hurting him. what if you were too heavy? or worse.. what if he never asks again.

this time around, sae was not in the mood for any games. he was damn near about to lose his patience after his third time asking. he hadn't seen you all week due to his packed schedule, and yet you still had the nerve to decline him? oh, hell no.

"when i ask you to sit. you sit." he pat his lap, voice stern with authority. fuck. why was that kinda hot? he watches as you give in to his demands and waltz over as he impatiently taps his fingers on the the empty seat beside him. you plop yourself onto his lap.

sae notices the way your feet still touch the ground, and oh boy. he grunts at the realisation that you weren't putting your full body weight on him. you were tense, and it didn't take a genius to tell that you clearly weren't sitting comfortably. if he was annoyed before, you've certainly got on his last nerve now.

"why.." he lifts you up by the waist as if you weighed nothing, adjusting your position until your feet hung above the floor. "..are you so stubborn?" the fact that you were afraid of doing something as simple as sitting on his lap truly bothered him, and he made sure you knew how much it did. "you're fine. quit worrying."

"i missed you, cariño." he slowly whispers into your ear, and your heart races from the way he's holding onto you so tightly—as if you'd vanish if he dare let go. sae had been so indredibly touch-starved, smiling as he saw you melt into his biceps. you finally relax into his touch and he lets out a satisfied hum, leaving wet kisses all over your neck.

"see. that was easy, wasn't it?"

a/n this is kinda ahh but it's just a short drabble whilst i wait for my horny to power up 😋✌️

lovely dividers by @leilakittya + @hyuneskkami

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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"sae-channnnn! over here!"

a rather unpleasant feeling was stirring in your stomach.

"wow! you're soooooooo good sae!"

and the forced voices were making you more agitated by the moment.

of course, it's completely normal for your husband to have many fans, especially fangirls. however, this must've been too much.

these girls each decided to wear a fake jersey with his number on it. they even decided to crop the shirt horrendously short.

now you weren't one for bringing down other girls for what they wear, of course, anyone could wear anything they wanted! but there was a pattern emerging with this specific group of girls.

no matter where you were sitting, you could always hear, see or even sense them somewhere in the crowd of 20k+ people. it was starting to get annoying with how often they tried to disrupt sae's flow during gameplay, but there was no rule of kicking people out just for doing that.

sae had no issue with them, even when you talked about it with him one time, he just brushed it off, saying, "i didn't know they existed."

as of right now, he was in the middle of a penalty kick and the girls, with what little brain cells they have, resorted to squealing as loud as they could when clearly, it was not a good time.

anyhow, sae kicks the ball, creating a long, curved arc and he somehow makes it into the goal. you don't question the science behind it because listening to sae talk about it may as well be a story to put you to sleep.

you have to be impressed with how these girls never lose their voices though. even when they've screamed for at least 80 minutes of the game, you can never make out any sort of voice crack that comes from them.

but then sae turns.

you expect him to lock eyes with you like he does after every goal he's ever scored in a game. but no.

he makes eye contact with those girls.

and you catch it.

your eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowing before you're even more irritated when the girls go wild. screaming. shouting. squealing. barking?

seems like sae wanted to see the fans he never saw before.

you scoff under your breath, crossing your arms as you stare at sae unimpressed. why pay attention to those girls when your wife is literally watching from the vip seats?

whatever.

your wedding ring glints in the stadium lights and you twist it around your ring finger anxiously.

it's the last 10 minutes of the game. sae's team needs to score one more point to cut off the draw from the opposing team.

your eyes are only on sae as he seems to strategically place himself where the ball eventually gets kicked over to him. you never bother to think how this man predicts everything, it's normal by now.

he dribbles the ball past the opposing players, stoic expression plastered on his face. you hold your breath as he approaches the goal, where many of the players have positioned theirself to defend it, almost as if their life was on the line.

sae expertly weaves between players, the ball a blur as he manages to change pace, direction and even makes a player fall over his own feet as he fakes a shot.

after all of that, an opening appeared, his teal eyes shining as they zone in on the place he wants to shoot at. he kicks it hard and fast, the ball shooting directly at the top right corner of the goal.

the whole stadium cheers and the whistle sounds, signalling the end of the game. you smile slightly, breathing out a soft sigh of relief. you never doubted sae.

even after the crowd quietened down for the ceremony, the girls were obnoxiously talking loudly about sae.

"his eyes are to die for!"

"oh my god his hair looks amazing even after all of that!"

"we love you sae!"

you sat in your seat in a pool of dread, just waiting for the awards ceremony to be over. after all medals were awarded, the crowd started to filter out of the stadium.

you took your time grabbing your things, knowing sae would probably be bombarded with interviews from the media.

as always, you walked down to the field, watching sae walk away from his interviews.

of course, he had to interact with the leftover crowd along the way, which also included those girls. the girls were close to falling over the barricade as they reached their hands out with random things in hand, probably for him to sign.

sae never did these things however, he couldn't be bothered.

he just gave a short wave to the crowd, nonchalantly walking past the girls, leaving them with pouts on their faces.

"hello, husband," you said, loud enough for the girls to hear as you were still near the crowd.

their heads turned immediately at that.

after all the games they've been to, had they not known you existed?

"hello... wife?" sae said, almost unsure as he watched you approaching him rather quicker than usual.

"you did well," you smile, sliding your hands around his neck, giving him a slight hug. his scent was mixed with his usual musky scent and a bit of sweat. you didn't care though.

his hands slid awkwardly to your waist, not used to doing this much PDA especially in front of fans. he raised an eyebrow as he took in the way you were smiling like a cheshire cat.

before he knew it, you were leaning in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

it wasn't obvious at first, but sae melted into it, reciprocating the kiss thankfully.

the girls gasped, jaws dropped to the floor.

you finally pulled away, still smiling innocently.

"let's go back, i'll make your favourite?" you interlaced your fingers with his, the cold metal of the ring pressed against his own fingers.

sae wore his ring on a chain around his neck. he didn't want to lose his ring any time while playing, it would be an inconvenience.

"sure..." he said, still unsure why you were acting this way.

after you two left, the girls stood there, starstruck looks on their face.

"y'know... hear me out on his wife," one of them said slowly.

the other two of her clique whipped their heads around so fast you could think they snapped off.

"y-you can't just say that- we were literally just cheering for sae!!"

a pause.

"but you're right."

─── 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.