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."
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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)
❥ itoshi rin is the biggest cock blocker when it comes to you and his brother.
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.
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
Sae's interest in you didn't end after that interview. A few days later you noticed the influx of followers, and your boss and coworkers were sending you countless articles about your interview with Sae. In the sports journalism world, you were a budding star.
It was late, you'd just made it into your apartment and you didn't know if it was the lack of sleep, or a sense of hubris granted by all the people gassing you up, but you decided to slide into Sae's dms.
A lot of famous figures and influencers have people who check who they're following religiously and Sae was no different.
It also didn't help that he only followed 10 so It was extremely obvious when he followed or unfollowed someone, not to mention the only people who he followed was his brother, his teams, Shidou, Adidas and a very popular soccer updates page that players and fans alike followed, and now you.
"The Sae Itoshi, Genius midfielder followed me? Hm..." You laughed after sending it, not expecting anything to come from it, but surprisingly he responded almost instantly.
"What can I say, I find you intriguing."
"Intriguing enough to give me another interview?"
And that's how you ended up in Sae's house, which was decorated quite beautifully and way nicer than you expected.
"Did you hire a designer?" You asked as you followed him into the living room, taking note of lack of typical bachelor pad features.
"What surprised I don't have a condom vending machine in my kitchen?" He smirked as he sat down next to you.
You wanted to pinch yourself. It was a stroke of luck that Nakamura, your boss, let you represent your company for the post match interview.
Even more so that you said something that caught Sae's attention and led you all the way here.
"Okay, since you're honestly doing me a favor I'll let you pick, would you like to do a recorded one, or one where I transcribe everything." He pretended to think then leaned back on the couch.
"You can record it, I know It'll boost your popularity some more."
You nodded, gaining traction was good, but it also came with a flood of Sae fangirls and boys who seemed personally offended by the fact that he acknowledged my existence.
The funny thing was that none of them actually knew him.
And right now, none of them were sitting in his living room.
You adjusted yourself on the couch and started the recording on your phone, placing it carefully on the coffee table between the two of you.
"Ready?" You asked.
Sae glanced at the device before looking back at you, "whenever you are."
The interview started the way they always did. Questions about the season, his performances, his goals moving forward. The standard topics every journalist covered.
What surprised you wasn't the content of his answers, but how willing he was to give them.
Most reporters were lucky to get a sentence out of him. You'd watched enough press conferences to know that. Sae usually looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.
But here, in the quiet of his house, he seemed relaxed.
He answered thoughtfully, occasionally leaning back against the couch as he spoke. Sometimes he'd challenge the wording of your questions, eliciting some playful banter. Other times he'd ask what I thought before giving his own answer.
At some point, the interview stopped feeling like work.
The recording was still running, but neither of us seemed particularly focused on it anymore.
"Do you ever get tired of all the attention?" You asked eventually.
His eyes lifted from where he'd been absentmindedly turning a water bottle in his hands.
"The media attention?"
"Any attention."
He considered it for a moment.
"I like yours."
There was something unexpectedly honest about the way he said it.
The Sae everyone knew was composed, intimidating, impossible to read. The player who dominated headlines and made impossible passes look effortless.
The person sitting across from you felt different. Still confident. Still frustratingly self-assured, but human.
"You mean there's more to Sae Itoshi than being annoyingly talented?" You giggled.
His mouth twitched, "Hard to believe, I know."
"Very."
A quiet laugh escaped him.
The sound surprised you enough that you almost forgot your next question.
𝜗𝒞
The interview eventually drifted to a natural end nearly an hour later.
You reached forward and stopped the recording.
"Well," You said, stretching slightly. "That'll definitely make my editor happy."
"Only your editor?"
You looked up.
His gaze was already on you.
"Maybe me too."
Something softened in his expression.
The room settled into a comfortable silence.
It should've felt awkward.
Instead, it felt strangely familiar.
Like sitting across from each other and talking for hours was becoming normal. The realization made your stomach do something embarrassing.
Because when had that happened?
When had Sae stopped being just another athlete you interviewed?
And when had you stopped looking forward to your conversations purely for professional reasons?
"Can I ask you something?" he said suddenly.
You raised an eyebrow.
"Depends."
"Give me your number," He unlocked his phone and held it out toward me. "I don't check Instagram that often."
When you handed it back, Sae immediately saved it and sent a text.
A second later your phone buzzed.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
You looked down, then back up at him.
"I like efficiency."
"Of course you do."
The smile on his face lingered for a second longer than usual.
He walked you toward the door, and for some reason neither of you seemed in a hurry.
The conversation continued in fragments as you crossed the place.
Small comments.
Easy observations.
The kind of things people talked about when they weren't ready for the interaction to end.
When you reached the door you figured that was it.
Interview over.
Another successful evening.
Except it didn't feel like the end of an interview anymore, it felt like leaving a friend.
The thought startled you.
Then Sae spoke.
"You have anything planned for the rest of the day?" Did he not want you to leave?
"No, I was just going to edit this a bit."
"Then stay here with me... just for a little bit."
𝜗𝒞
A little bit, right?
Well who knew a little bit would turn into him thrusting into you.
"Fuck, if I knew you were this tight I would've invited you over sooner." He grunted as he pushed your hair out of your face, "you're so beautiful, y'know that right?"
You scoffed, "you already got me in bed, there's no need to flatter me." This made him stop and lift up your chin so that you were holding eye contact with you.
"I never lie, and I don't sleep around."
That was true. In every interview Sae had he was blunt. He didn't make little white lies or decline to answer to keep a positive feeling in the room.
"Yeah... I know," you agree as he moves down to kiss you.
This was crazy. You were having sex with a star athlete who everyone else saw as cold and rude with an iron wall up.
Guess it went down for you.
Now, after a nice warm shower together you both were laying in his bed with sheets you knew costed more than your monthly rent.
"You did such a good job," he kissed your forehead. He was being uncharacteristically soft, or maybe he was always like this and the media just didn't know.
You leaned into his touch, "so is this how all of our interviews will end?"
Sae rolled his eyes and kissed you again, "well, I have to score on and off the field."
TYSM for 900 followers! I tried to add a little steaminess as a ty but I forgot I CANNOTTTT write smut to save my life...
I'm getting ready for the warzone rn, (i work at a restuarnt and it's father's day) wish me luck :(
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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 !!
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 😋✌️
