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
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you’re down on your knees as he sits on the couch, legs spread with his knees on either side of you.
his cock is hard and angry and huge in his pants, practically towering over you as you stare at it.
sae rubs himself through his slacks, looking down at you like you’re worth absolutely nothing. his expression is bored, almost uninterested as he lets go and rests his palm against his muscular thigh.
“go on,” he deadpans, eyes sizing you up.
you bring your hands up to his waistband before he cuts you off prematurely.
“what are you doing?”
you look up to see him with a disdained scowl, brows furrowed. his adam’s apple is so prominent in this lighting, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he hated you.
“i didn’t say you could take off my pants, did i?”
“but i—“
“do it quietly or don’t do it at all.”
you gulp, feeling small under his gaze. your sorry eyes flicker around the room, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs.
“rub,” he commands.
you obey, hands palming him. his cock is warm—hot, even—against your touch despite the fabric separating him from your bare contact.
he groans, and you muster up the courage to look up at him from below. his head is tilted back on the sofa, his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps. you can see the traces of his veins from this angle, and he looks like a weight has just lifted off his shoulders. he definitely needed this.
“s–shit… keep going…”
you lift yourself up ever so slighty before pressing your cheek against his bulge. sae hisses, turning his head to look at you. he shivers, one hand going up to cover his lower face.
his eyes lock on yours condescendingly before his free hand cups the back of your head and presses you down further.
“fuuuuck, so obedient for me,” he praises, “good girl, baby.”
you feel a sense of pride rush through you, looking up at him through your lashes before licking him through the clothing. sae shivers yet again, stronger this time as he tries to stop himself from hissing.
“n–ngh—!”
you lick up another stripe, alternating between lapping him up and rubbing your face against him.
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."
❥ 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”
"The young star's wife was seen wearing a flowy dress amist speculation of her pregnancy. Was this planned? A coincidence? Keep reading to find out more!"
Saeswifeuwu: OMG she's def preggo... that should be me 😭
RainaSato25: Wait why do we gaf?
Pinkwaves4ever: That would explain why her face is so fat
Meadowtrainer: Ugh their baby will be so cute!!!!
Rin.Itoshi: Delete this lukewarm bullshit
You stopped reading after you saw Rin's comment. Even though people were defending you, it all felt so mean. Especially since there was nothing you could do about it.
"What're you crying for?" Sae asked as he walked into the room, holding a tray of food and a large glass of iced tea.
"Everyone is being so mean to me."
He scrolled up on the article you were reading and you could see a vein bulging out in his forehead, "what fucking losers."
"We should just announce it, I'm tired of this." You mumbled as you took a bite of the sandwich. Sae clicked his tongue and squeezed your side.
"Not if you feel like you have to."
And that's when you came up with an idea.
At you and Sae's next public appearance you'd announce it.
— ᨳଓ
Which brings you to today. You were wearing a very Padme-esque dress as you and Sae entered the restaurant. Naturally there were tons of paparazzi since the entire starting lineup of the U-20 team was there.
Right before you walked through the doors you turned to the side and kissed Sae who had ran his hands over your bump, showing off the large rounding of your belly.
Once you finished Sae held the door open for you to enter then turned back to the paparazzi, "follow us inside and see what happens."
"Well, well, well." Aiku smirked as we sat down, "about time you guys announced it, she's gonna be here any day now at this point right?"
You laughed, "I sure hope not, I still have another four weeks before I'm due."
Sae groaned and placed a protective hand on your stomach before whispering to you, "I'm ready to go already."
“You don’t wanna see your gorgeous, pregnant wife eat since she’s starving?” You jokingly pouted.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
“Boo! Go be sappy somewhere else!” Sendou tolled his eyes, clearly jealous.
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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)
a/n: inspired by this tik tok video i saw LMAO (i’ll attach it at the bottom of this post)
also this is so off topic, but i just watched the first 5 episodes of sparks of tomorrow on netflix since there’s only that much out rn and that anime has me CTFUUU WHAT IS YOSUKE’S PROBLEM 😭😭😭
synopsis: your boyfriend with kids.
ft. hugo vivian, itoshi sae
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the event had been advertised as "meet france's rising football star!" which sounded incredibly glamorous until you actually got there and realized it was just hugo sitting cross-legged on a colorful kindergarten rug while six children argued over who got to bonk him with a foam football first.
a little girl smacked the ball directly into his forehead.
thunk.
he blinked once.
"again!" she cheered.
"okay."
she did it again.
the volunteer beside you gasped. you gasped. hugo simply picked the ball up and handed it back like this was an average monday for him.
with each minute that went by, it got worse. one kid climbed onto his shoulders without asking. another decided his face looked "too empty" and started decorating it with washable markers.
"hmm..." the little boy hummed seriously. "you need a mustache."
"okay."
"and whiskers."
"okay."
"and sparkles!"
"... okay."
you nearly choked on your own laughter.
"vivi," you called, barely containing yourself, "are you just... letting this happen?"
he looked over with little pink stars scattered across his cheeks and what appeared to be a baguette drawn on his forehead.
"they're having fun."
"... that's your defense?"
he shrugged. "they're five."
later, a tiny girl had somehow braided three colorful ribbons into his dark red hair. another had claimed one of his massive hands and was comparing it to hers with the most serious expression imaginable.
"mine's bigger."
"no fair!"
"you'll get there."
she accepted that answer immediately.
you watched him patiently tie untied shoelaces because little fingers couldn't quite manage bunny loops yet. he listened with complete seriousness as one boy explained that dinosaurs would've been better at soccer than france's national team.
when another child burst into tears because her drawing "looked ugly," hugo silently took the crayon from her, drew the world's most crooked little flower beside it, and said, "mine's uglier." she giggled. crisis over.
your heart did something incredibly embarrassing. this wasn't the hugo everyone else knew. not the man who could play under no pressure in a stadium filled with 80,000 people or the man who answered interviews with one sentence if reporters were lucky.
here, surrounded by tiny humans using him as jungle gym equipment, he just... existed, in a very unbothered way.
a little boy tugged your sleeve. "miss?"
"yeah?"
"is he always this quiet?"
you looked at hugo just as another foam ball smacked him square in the face. "um… pretty much."
"cool."
"cool?"
"yeah! he's like a really big capybara."
you laughed so hard you had to crouch down. that was honestly a fair assessment.
later, as everyone began cleaning up, hugo finally wandered over to you with marker still all over his face.
"what?"
"nothing."
"you're smiling."
"am i not allowed to?"
he narrowed his eyes slightly. "what are you thinking about?”
you reached up and brushed some glitter off his cheek. "i'm just wondering."
"about what?"
you smiled to yourself. "what you'd be like as a dad."
for the first time all afternoon, the great, unreadable vivian hugo actually paused. then he tilted his head, chuckled softly, and blurted out: "our kids would probably draw on my face, too."
your mouth parted in surprise before you laughed. "and you'd let them."
"yeah." another tiny shrug. "it's just marker."
your heart absolutely betrayed you. that tiny, completely casual answer painted a picture so vivid you could almost see it – little shoes by the front door. crayon drawings on the fridge. a sleepy baby with his hair color asleep on his chest while he watched game film.
and hugo, sitting there with another ridiculous mustache scribbled across his face… acting like it was the most normal thing in the world.
oh, you’re so screwed.
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the park had been peaceful for exactly three minutes. the moment had been ruined when sae noticed the elementary school boys playing soccer.
you noticed the look on his face. "don't."
he glanced at you. "don't what?"
"whatever you're about to do."
"wow. you're assuming a lot."
five seconds later, he had ended up standing in the middle of their scrimmage with his hands in his pockets while six sweaty little boys stared up at him with sparkling eyes.
"are you really sae itoshi?!"
"yeah."
"woaaah!"
"can you watch us play?"
"... sure."
you smiled. oh? he's being ni–
"number seven," sae interrupted after exactly 20 seconds in.
the tiny boy froze. "m-me?"
"yeah."
"what?"
"you're hiding. you keep standing behind your teammate because you're scared to ask for the ball."
the little boy's jaw dropped. "i-i'm not scared."
"you are."
"... am not."
sae tilted his head. "then why haven't you touched the ball in the last two minutes?"
the other kids slowly turned toward number seven.
"... he's got a point."
number seven looked like he had just witnessed the collapse of civilization. you buried your face in your hands. oh my god.
the match resumed. 30 seconds later–
"blue shirt."
another child looked up.
"your first touch is too heavy. the ball isn't trying to escape. so stop kicking it like it owes you money."
the other boys burst into laughter.
"HE DOES KICK LIKE THAT!"
"I TOLD YOU!"
blue shirt looked absolutely devastated.
you quietly walked over to sae. "amor."
"what?"
"they're like eight."
"yeah? they'll improve faster if someone tells them."
"... gently though. don’t you think?"
he blinked. "i am being gentle."
you stared at him. he stared back. he genuinely believed that.
one kid finally puffed his chest out and pointed. "then YOU do it!"
"okay."
sae slipped into the game without another word. he didn't sprint or even look particularly interested. he simply took one touch… another… nutmegged one kid so cleanly the poor boy actually turned around looking for the ball… threaded a pass between four tiny defenders… and flicked it perfectly into the makeshift goal.
"that's how."
there was complete silence before one little boy whispered with tears in his eyes: "i think i'm retiring..."
you had to physically turn away so they wouldn't see you laughing, even though your heart did break for them, too. but then… instead of walking off, sae picked the ball back up. "again."
the kids blinked. "what?"
"try again." he tossed the ball to number seven. "this time, ask for it."
the little boy hesitated. "... pass!" louder. "PASS!" the ball came to him. he actually trapped it. his face lit up like he'd just won the world cup. "i did it!"
"yeah."
"did you see?!"
"obviously."
there it was. so subtle you almost missed it. sae wasn't being mean just to be mean – he only refused to lie to them. if they messed up, he'd tell them. if they improved, he'd make them prove it. it was... strangely effective.
as the kids happily chased the ball again, you leaned closer. "is this why rin doesn't answer your calls?"
"mm, probably."
he said it with such complete indifference that you nearly laughed yourself into the grass. "you're unbelievable."
"he got better, didn't he?"
one of the boys suddenly shouted across the field: "MR. SAE! I ASKED FOR THE BALL!"
sae gave him a single nod. "good."
the child celebrated like he'd just received a knighthood.
you watched the scene unfold – the tiny boys running around with renewed determination, your boyfriend standing there with his usual unreadable expression, somehow crushing their egos and rebuilding them in the span of 10 minutes.
you sighed. "our future son is going to come crying to me after practice, isn't he?"
without missing a beat, sae answered, "only once."
"because you'll comfort him?"
"because he won't make the same mistake twice."
you now understood at least 80% of the itoshi brothers' childhood.