a/n: I'm sick rn and im supposed to be asleep BUT I just suddenly had the urge to write something 💔 enjoy reading !!
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How the Itoshi brothers love you in different ways
In which... Sae and Rin love so, so differently—but both in a way that hurts and heals you all at once.
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Itoshi Sae — the quiet, steady storm.
Sae loves you like a memory he’s terrified of losing.
His love is measured, mature, and achingly slow—like he’s always been a few steps ahead in life, but now he’s slowing down just to match your pace. He notices everything. The way your hands fidget when you're nervous, the way you hum songs under your breath when you're trying not to cry. He doesn’t always say the right words, but he shows it—through late-night drives, forehead kisses, his coat draped over your shoulders with no comment.
He won’t say “I love you” every day.
But he’ll look at you like you’re the only reason he’s still choosing to stay in a world that feels too cold.
He’s terrified that he’s not enough. That his world, built on fame and pressure, will break you too.
So he loves carefully. Like he’s holding a snowflake in his palm.
“If I ever mess this up... tell me. Scream at me. Just don’t leave.”
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Itoshi Rin — the bruised, breathless wildfire.
Rin loves you like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he blinks.
His love is intense, unfiltered, and sometimes destructive—because he never really learned how to love gently. He feels too much and never knows what to do with it. He’ll push you away the moment you get too close, then show up at your doorstep in the rain because he can’t stand being apart.
He’s the type to remember the exact day you met, but forget to eat when he’s worried about you.
He says “I hate you” when he means “Please stay.”
But his hands tremble when they touch yours. His voice breaks when he whispers your name.
He fights the world, but with you? He wants to surrender.
“I don’t know how to do this. But I want it. I want you.”
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→ Sae loves like a slow burn that never dies out.
→ Rin loves like a wildfire that doesn’t know how to stop burning.
But both would shatter the world for you.
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𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄: HOW THEY ACT WHEN YOU SIT OR SITS YOU ON THEIR LAP
𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: ★★★★☆
1. Sits you in their lap like it’s the most natural thing ever, but secretly gets sooo soft about it.
It’s like muscle memory to them—the second you stand too long or even think about leaving, their hands are already pulling you down onto their lap without a word. They’ll keep talking, scrolling on their phone, sipping coffee like it’s no big deal, but the way their other hand rubs soothing circles into your thigh betrays them completely. If you shift a little? Their arm tightens around your waist automatically. You’re basically a human weighted blanket and they love it more than they’ll ever say out loud. Don’t be surprised if they end up dozing off with their forehead resting against your shoulder.
2. Pulls you onto their lap like a menace and makes it impossible for you to leave.
The moment you’re even nearby, they’re grabbing your wrist and yanking you into their lap, laughing when you squeal in surprise. They’re the type to lock you in place by wrapping their arms around you tight and refusing to let you go, teasing you by fake-pouting if you even think about getting up. “Nah, you’re stayin’ right here,” they’ll mutter, voice low and smug against your ear. Bonus points if they’ll totally start rocking you slightly or bouncing their knee, just to watch you squirm.
Michael Kaiser, Kunigami Rensuke, Barou Shoei, Nagi Seishiro (Blue Lock) Joe, Cherry Blossom, Adam (Sk8) Kyojuro Rengoku, Sanemi Shinazugawa (KNY) Kikoru Shinomiya, Mina Ashiro (Kaiju No. 8) Katsuki Bakugo, Hawks, Shigaraki (pretend he can touch you 😭) (MHA) Akutagawa Ryunosuke (BSD)
3. Takes sitting on their lap as an excuse to IMMEDIATELY get filthy.
You think you’re just being sweet, but to them, sitting on their lap is basically you throwing yourself at them. Grinning like the devil himself, they slide their hands over your hips, or trail fingers under the hem of your shirt with zero shame. They’ll murmur something right against your ear—something filthy enough to make your thighs clench—and they’ll chuckle darkly when they feel you shiver. Good luck pretending you’re not affected when they lean in and whisper: “Don’t start something you can’t finish, pretty thing.”
Oliver Aiku, Alexis Ness, Don Lorenzo (Blue Lock) Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyutaro, Douma (KNY) Mina Ashiro, Kaiju Kafka form (Kaiju No. 8) Aizawa Shouta, Dabi (MHA) Chuuya Nakahara, Oda Sakunosuke, Edogawa Ranpo (BSD)
Note: ok I had that in my draft for a while so here it is, small small os
m.list | rules
Sae was really talkative for once, not that he rarely talks around you – you literally live together – but it was still something that doesn't happen as often as you rather say. He just got on some new exercises and he felt the need to talk about it to his partner. Sweet.
Little did he know, you were focusing on something else at the moment, which happened to be another thing he doesn't do much : cooking without a shirt on. Like, you get that it's the middle of the summer, that it's really hot in Japan during this period and that cooking makes you even hotter. On another day, you could easily pass through it and listen to him mindlessly. Today wasn't one of them.
You were a little too busy scanning the way his muscles tense at each move, noticing new ones every once in a while and you kinda were fascinated by it. His waist was absent, lost –deserved a wanted poster – and it was such a shame, but you'd rather die than complain about your boyfriend's looks and body. He looked like he was carved in marble like the Greek did, like the lines of his face were drawn by some European painter. Your eyes lingered longer and longer, focusing either on his back muscles, the small details on the side of his face – the line his eyes followed rather than answering back. Your eyes got back to his back, noticing the small white mark on his lower back. You've never noticed that before.
He's not an idiot. Well, he kinda is, but not when you're the subject. If there is one thing he's as confident as in football, it's you – he knows you by heart can answer in a heartbeat to any of your needs. He knows you're the talkative one, so once he noticed your lack of answer he stole a glance behind him, finding you mesmerized by his back.
"Are you even listening to me ?" he asked unimpressed, not even turning around.
"I am." Your voice is low, dreamy, which is enough to prove that you weren't really listening.
"Quote me what I just said ?" Turning around with an eyebrow lift, he leaned his hands on the counter.
You don't look up immediately to answer, your eyes lingered on his forearm for a second.
"More importantly, did you always have that scar on your lower back ? I've never seen it before..." You finally looked him in the eyes, yours shining with curiosity.
You catch his piercing blue eyes staring at you the same way you just did, staring like he's about to eat you alive and he's still deciding where to start. His arms crossed over his chest, and your eyes followed the movement closely. He narrowed his eyes slightly, before cutting through your thoughts before they could have a form.
"I do. I got it from a fight with Rin. Another question ? Or can you answer mine ?"
You're left speechless, your mouth hanging open. His voice so smooth, matching his unbothered yet frustrated face and his eyes. Oh his eyes. You wish you could drown in it. Sometimes you forget how handsome he is, but you're always reminded real fast – he just has to look your way for your heart to skip a beat. Not even that, honestly, being in the same room as him is enough for you to fall in love all over again.
By the time you took to answer, he shook his head. He can't be mad at you when you stare at him with so much love and adoration, can he ? Taking a few steps to meet you, both his hands laid on the counter you were sitting on.
"Next time, ask your question then listen to me. Alright ?" His tone is commanding yet soft, and you couldn't help but get turned on.
You could feel a hot feeling on your cheeks but you couldn't tear your eyes away from his, or even mutter a proper sentence at the moment. Turning your face away to compose yourself, you nodded, sure he would brush it away and you'll get away with it. Yet, you felt slander fingers grabbing your chin gently right away and turning your face right to face him again. His eyes stared deep into your soul, enough to make it shake and your spine shiver.
"Understand ?" He asked once again, gentle this time, the grip on your cheeks loosening slightly.
"Yes," you whispered, not talking louder, in fear he'll go away like a scared cat.
"Good," he answered before pecking your lips.
He moved back to his cooking, his talk long forgotten, while you were still processing the feather like kiss ghosting on your lips.
hii, i hope you're doing well ^^ I really enjoy your style of writing :) i was wondering if you can make my request with tooth rotting fluff the reader's love is so gentle and she takes time trying to understand her S/O and she will always ask for permission to touch them even if they given her permission already, the reader cares for her S/O so gently and delicate like something so dear to her life? Feel free to do this with any blue lock characters ^^ and you can also ignore this if it's way too much work haha, another thing is that i love your works and please take some rest whenever you need it.
“𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞”
a/n: hi! i'm doing well and i hope you are too beautiful :) and thank you so much!!! take rest whenever you need it as well
this was some good needed fluff
ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, ness alexis, niko ikki, hiori yo
itoshi rin
at first, he doesn't understand why you're so soft with him. you’re careful when touching his hand, always asking “can i hold you?” like he’ll shatter if you don't ask.
it overwhelms him. the kind of love that doesn't demand, doesn’t press, but patiently waits for him to be ready.
you’d brush hair from his face with trembling fingers and say, “is this okay?” even after years of dating, and he’d nod, ears pink, mumbling, “you don’t have to ask.”
“i want to,” you’d smile. “you’re important to me.”
that sentence alone makes his chest hurt (in a good way).
sometimes he stares at you while you're fussing over his bruises, and all he can think is how the hell did i get this lucky?
isagi yoichi
he melts like butter in the sun. absolutely smitten with how gently you love him.
the first time you tucked a blanket around him after a long match, whispering, “can i kiss your forehead?” he blinked at you like you'd just proposed.
he’s not used to being treated like he’s fragile, but you do it so sincerely that it never feels emasculating. just loving.
you’ll brush your fingers over his knuckles and ask, “can i?” even though you’ve kissed him a million times, and he’ll smile like it’s the first time every time.
he tries to match your softness. fails most of the time because he’s clumsy with words, but the love shows in how tightly he holds your pinky when you're walking together.
bachira meguru
thinks your gentleness is the best thing to ever happen to him.
he’s so used to loud, chaotic love that your careful affection hits different. it makes him slow down. breathe.
when you cup his face and softly say, “can i kiss you right here?” pointing to his cheek, his grin goes all lopsided and shy.
“why do you always ask?” he teases, nose bumping yours.
“because you’re someone i never want to take for granted.”
he’ll blink, then full-body tackle hug you like a golden retriever in love. “you’re my favorite human.”
you take care of him in the little things: asking if he wants to be held, if he’s overstimulated, if he needs quiet or chaos, and he falls a little more in love every time.
nagi seishiro
was confused at first. “you can just touch me, y’know. i’m fine with it.”
but when you still ask every single time – "can i sit closer?" "can i touch your hair?" – he realizes something.
you don’t do it because you think he’ll say no. you do it because you respect him. you love him with your whole heart, but never assume.
“you’re so… careful,” he murmurs once as you gently rub lotion on his sore hands.
“you’re important to me. and i want you to feel safe with me.”
he didn’t even know he needed to feel safe until you made it so easy.
now he’ll pout if you don’t ask first. “you forgot to ask,” he says, even though he’s already curled up in your lap like a sleepy cat.
mikage reo
falls so stupidly hard for your gentle love.
he’s used to grand gestures and flash, but your love is quiet and reverent, and it wrecks him.
when you brush your thumb over his temple and whisper, “can i hold you for a little while?” he just nods and pulls you in like he’ll never let go.
he’s amazed at how someone can be so kind, so considerate, and yet still make him feel absolutely cherished.
you remember all the little things – asking before touching his hair, checking if he wants space after a stressful day – and it makes him fall in love a little harder every day.
sometimes he’ll just stare at you and go, “you’re seriously the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
chigiri hyoma
you love him like he’s made of porcelain, and it gets him every single time.
he acts cool about it – rolls his eyes when you ask for permission to touch his hair – but the tips of his ears go pink and he can’t stop smiling.
after injuries and fear of fragility, your tenderness heals something deeper in him.
“you can touch me,” he’ll whisper. “you don’t have to ask.”
“i know,” you smile, “but i like knowing you still want me to.”
that? that makes him blush so hard he covers his face with a pillow.
he feels like a beloved treasure when he’s with you, and it makes his heart ache in the best way.
kaiser michael
used to flirty, shallow affection, most times none, so your pure, patient love absolutely unravels him.
you treat him like he’s so much more than his ego or his game.
“can i touch your hair?” you ask, even after months together. and he just stares, like you’re something otherworldly.
“you already know the answer,” he says, softer than he means to.
“i want to hear it anyway.”
you care for him like he’s someone worth loving for who he is, not what he shows, and for the first time, he believes it.
when you hold his hand with both of yours and treat it like something precious, he suddenly forgets how to flirt. he’s just… quiet, overwhelmed, grateful.
shidou ryusei
surprisingly receptive to your gentle love, even if he plays it off with grins and jokes.
“asking permission? what is this, kindergarten?” he smirks.
but the way he goes quiet when you softly say, “can i hold your hand?” gives him away.
you’re the only person who touches him like he’s not a weapon, just a boy who wants to be held.
sometimes, in rare moments of vulnerability, he’ll whisper, “you’re the only one who makes me feel... human.”
and when you cradle his face like he’s something beautiful instead of dangerous, he leans into your palms like they’re the safest place on earth.
itoshi sae
at first? he's confused. suspicious, even.
he’s used to people either putting him on a pedestal or wanting something from him, so when you gently tuck his hair behind his ear and whisper, “can i touch you?”, he just blinks. like, actually short-circuits.
“you’re already doing it,” he mumbles. but his voice comes out softer than he intends.
and you just smile and say, “i still want to ask. you matter to me.”
and that? that undoes him.
you treat him like he’s not a prodigy, not a golden boy, but someone worth loving gently. and that’s something he didn’t know he needed.
when you ask, “can i kiss you?” even after you've kissed him dozens of times, he’ll whisper, “yeah… but don’t stop asking.”
he doesn’t say it outright, but he lives for the way you love him like something fragile. because sometimes, deep down, he feels like he is.
he’ll rest his head in your lap during quiet nights, pretending to scroll on his phone. but the second you whisper, “can i play with your hair?”, his screen’s forgotten and he’s quietly nodding, eyes closing, letting himself exist in your love.
it takes time, but eventually, he starts asking too. awkwardly. stiffly. like: “can i hold your hand?” “can i lean on you?” “can i stay over tonight?”
all while pretending to be nonchalant, but his ears are burning, and he gets so soft when you say yes like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
ness alexis
he’s so touch-starved and desperate for validation that when you treat him with gentle respect, he thinks he’s dreaming.
you’ll brush your fingers along his arm and softly ask, “is this okay?” and he just blinks, stunned, because no one’s ever cared enough to ask.
he says “yes” every time – quick, eager, needy – but the way you keep asking anyway? it makes his heart ache in the best way.
“you’re so careful with me…” he murmurs one night as you tuck a blanket around his shoulders. “like i’m someone who matters.”
“you are,” you say it simply, like it’s fact.
and ness hides his face in your shoulder because he’s never felt so loved before.
he starts to mirror your habits – asking “can i hug you?” or “can i play with your hair?” – because you’ve made him believe love can be soft and mutual.
niko ikki
gets really flustered at first. like, blushing to the tips of his ears when you ask, “can i hold your hand?”
“y-you don’t need to ask,” he stammers, already squeezing your fingers.
but when you keep doing it, every time, even for the smallest touches, he gets it.
you don’t ask because you doubt, you ask because you respect him. and that’s what makes him fall so hard for you.
niko’s love language becomes sitting in comfortable silence, your pinkies linked, as you glance over and softly whisper, “can i lean on you?”
he nods every time, too stunned to speak.
“you treat me like i’m precious,” he says one day, voice quiet.
“you are,” you reply, just as gently, and niko short-circuits on the spot.
hiori yo
oh, you destroy him (in the softest way possible).
he’s always been scared of getting too close, of being a burden. but then you come along – so patient, so kind – and ask, “is this okay?” before every hug, every kiss, every forehead touch.
and hiori just… melts. fully, completely, beautifully.
you cup his face with both hands and ask, “can i hold you like this?” and he’s already nodding, eyes glossy with emotion.
you ask him if he’s okay when he zones out. you check if he wants to be alone or held. you don’t assume, you care.
“you make me feel safe,” he confesses one night, voice barely a whisper. “like… no one’s ever done that before.”
you brush your thumb under his eye, smiling softly. “you deserve to be loved that way.”
and hiori hugs you tighter than he ever has before, like he never wants to let go.
synopsis : what could you need more than your absolutely whipped boyfriend?
cw : established relationship, lowk simp kaiser AAHH
you're at a press event with him. just meant to watch quietly, chill in the background.
but that’s impossible.
because the second kaiser steps out and sees cameras, he beelines straight to you.
a mic is shoved to his face by various reporters, all asking different questions.
"michael kaiser, how do you stay so focused with so much pressure on you?"
and he laughs. that smooth chuckle catching everyone by surprise and he looks straight at you.
"i don't. i just think about my girlfriend and focus comes running."
he says it like it's the most casual thing. and everyone is going crazy, feral even.
—
someone tries again,
"any thoughts before the final match?"
he flashes you one of his cocky smirks, and then looks at the reporter dead, "yeah. i told my girl if i win, she has to kiss me in front of all of you. so now i have to win.”
EVERYONE? FERAL. CRAZY.
—
after the match? he wins, obviously. and now he’s dragging your hand up to the mic stand and says with the biggest smirk:
"hi. i'm michael kaiser. or as the streets know me now— mr. her boyfriend." silence.
—
fangirls on twitter :
"i hate her she's so lucky💔"
"why does bro look at her like she hung the stars or smt ☠️"
"WHICH GOD DID SHE PRAY TO 🙏🙏"
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he doesn't even deny it in interviews now.
"what inspires your game?"
"my girl's ass."
"what's your pre-game ritual?"
"telling her she's pretty and then begging her for a kiss."
—
you try to hide your face in public and he literally grabs your chin like,
"don't cover the face of my entire reason for existing. be serious."
then wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your cheek on camera.
—
AND THE BEST PART?
he’s cocky about EVERYTHING — except you.
"she’s smarter than me. prettier too. actually, she’s the best thing i've ever won."
toji wears loose pants for two reasons. one’s utilitarian: freedom of movement. he says it’s for mobility—drop low, feint hard, hip flexibility and pivot range, how tight seams interfere when he lunges. the second reason’s a little less noble.
no pair of fitted jeans was designed to accommodate eleven inches of cock. not comfortably, anyway.
denim’s a no-go; even the softest weave turns unforgiving when you’re packing over eleven inches. he tried once—slid into a pair of fitted dress pants and winced halfway up the thigh. you’d laughed. he hadn’t. so now it’s all drawstrings and elastic waists now. black sweats. slouchy joggers. wide-legged tactical pants.
when he’s home? half the time he goes commando, dick hanging heavy when he stretches or sinks into the couch with a lazy sprawl. the thin cotton does little to disguise it—always a long, obscene bulge resting down one thigh, sometimes twitching when he’s fresh out of the shower and thinking about bending you over the table.
and god, when he stretches: arms high, shirt riding up, the cut of his waist on full display. because for all that upper bulk and hulking mass of him, those boulder shoulders and thick pecs, the veined forearms and monster thighs—toji’s got a goddamn slutty waist. unfairly narrow. hips trim and tapered.
you’d feel embarrassed staring if he didn’t always catch you.
later, when you’re bent over the armrest—his palm print fresh on your ass, cock stuffing you full—he’ll growl in your ear:
“knew you were thinkin’ about it. fuckin’ pervert.”
thinking about accidental pregnancy with oliver, about keeping the baby, or wanting to keep the baby and. you're not expecting him to stay, really you're expecting him to run. he's not serious about you, about this, neither of you are... and he's an athlete at the rise of his career, you're not expecting him to stay. he does.
if there is one thing that could override oliver's flightiness, his instinct to bolt, it is responsibility. and you've just dropped the biggest responsibility of his life in his lap. oliver's never committed himself to anything except for the responsibility he holds to others, whether as captain, son or now... a father, a responsibility you've tied him to with an umbilical cord. oliver aiku does not let go of responsibility; he builds his life around it.
when you tell him, you expect him to fade out of your life. you expect panic and for the urge to flee to overwhelm him, it's something you've made your peace with ever since the ultrasound.
(pregnancy tests can be unreliable, can give you a false positive, and that hope and joy that bloomed in your heart at the sight of those two lines? it felt too dangerous to nurture without absolute certainty. you had to make sure.)
(you're pregnant.)
there's panic, but he doesn't flee. he asks you, with low tones and serious eyes, what you'd like to do — something unspools in your shoulders, then, and you say with complete confidence that you'd like to keep it. this is your child. you want them more than anything. he doesn't flee then, either.
he drives you to every appointment, stays with you through each one, too. he sits on that chair and asks the doctor questions, asks after the baby's condition, their health, progress and risks. he's... a father, you've come to realize. a good one.
it takes nothing for you to fall in love after that. after all, what's been holding you back all this time is the knowledge that, despite his charm and charisma, oliver is... flighty, a man that's allergic to commitment, he's had a dozen men and women before you and he'll have a dozen more after you — he was never going to be present. so seeing him now, like this? his charm and his charisma coupled with his attentive support? a steady rock you can be sure will you hold up, unwavering under your weight, when you lean on him? reliable. constant. to see oliver aiku fully present with you, to see oliver aiku crystalized? he's beautiful.
you fall.
you understand now, the complete faith his team has in him, their steadfast loyalty and unfaltering affection. this oliver... he does not demand it, per se, but he gives so much of it that it becomes unquestionable to do the same.
you love him.
and years down the line, looking at oliver cuddle your toddler to sleep? you think to yourself that you're glad none of his exes had thought to baby trap him to keep him, because now... you know with absolute certainty that it would've worked.
You're sat on Rin's lap as he games, playing a horror game, to be exact. No fucking surprise.
You're watching intently as your boyfriend plays about on the game, following the tasks carefully, eyes glued to the screen, the subtle sound of his fingers running along the keyboard, making a click-y sound each time he presses a key.
You watch the screen also. Just as interested as he is to see the storyline in the game progress.
Then.
A jumpscare!
You scream, but Rin?
Oh, he squeals and jolts. Not a soft squeal. But a high-pitched one.
You both pause, surprised that kind of noise could even leave his lips.
He looks away from the screen to look at you. His eyes squint, and his eyebrows knit when he notices the way you're holding back your laughter.
"Don't. Laugh."
And despite his warning, you laugh anyway. Not even a cute laugh. You're wheezing, clutching your stomach as tears spill from the corner of your eyes from how hard you're laughing, "Oh– pfffft – you sounded like a– ha– piiig!!"
He tsks, crossing his arms and looking away with a soft pout on his lips. Like an actual kid.
That only makes you laugh ten times harder, which makes Rin roll his eyes, "It wasn't that fucking funny."
You can't even reply because of how hard you're laughing. You calm down, snickering now and again, but you've calmed down. "Sorry– that was so funny!"
He rolls his eyes, but you can see the way the corner of his lips twitch. He's definitely fighting back that cute smile of his.
"You're never gonna let that go, are you?'
"Noooo-puh." You reply, making sure your lips pop on the 'puh' part.
He groans. A hand dragging down his face in a dramatic manner, "Ugggggghhhhh."
he analyzes everything about you—isagi notices the smallest things, how your voice softens when you’re tired, how you always fidget with your sleeves when you’re nervous. he remembers your food cravings, the exact way you like your tea, the cadence of your laugh.
he’s so unintentionally clingy—he doesn’t even realize it, but his hand always finds yours. on the couch, walking down the street, even when he’s brushing his teeth, he’ll stand next to you and lean his shoulder into yours. when he’s sleepy, he straight-up melts onto your lap.
he writes your name in his notebook—while reviewing plays and training notes, sometimes he doodles your name in the margins. not out of boredom, but because you’re always on his mind. one day you found a scribbled ‘mrs. isagi’ and he turned bright red and said, “it was for visualization training. manifesting, you know?!”
he lets you win at video games, but then gets petty—you beat him onceand he tried to play it cool. but you caught him watching youtube tutorials the next day, determined to win next time. when he does, he teases you for hours like it’s the world cup.
he wants to become the best for you—it’s not just about football anymore. he wants you in the stands when he wins. wants to bring you trophies, give interviews where he thanks you. he dreams of post-match kisses and cuddles, the press snapping photos while you wait for him at the edge of the field.
“i need to study you”—once you start sleeping together, isagi becomes obsessed with learning your body the way he studies football plays. he asks things like “did you like it when i kissed you there?” and “what made you moan like that last time?”, genuinely, because he wants to perfect every second.
he treats your pleasure like game data—he’ll experiment with positions, paces, and angles like he’s testing variables. but once he finds what makes you fall apart? he drills it relentlessly, again and again. until you’re begging him to stop, then he smiles and asks, “one more time? just for data.”
praise kink in disguise—he lives for your breathy “you feel so good” and “you’re making me crazy, yoichi.” it makes him feral. his thrusts get deeper, his fingers grip tighter, and he starts murmuring things like “you’re mine. all mine.”
totally loses control sometimes—there are nights when all that control snaps. when you tease him too much, or wear his jersey with nothing underneath. he’ll pin you to the wall, panting against your throat, muttering “you’re driving me insane. do you even know what you do to me?”
football metaphors during sex—“scored again,” he’d say smugly after you come on his tongue. “this round’s mine.” and if you grind on him while he’s trying to focus? “you’re testing my stamina, huh? that’s a foul. gotta punish you for that.”
competitive stamina beast—his cardio is off the charts. he’ll keep going through round two, three, and four, just to prove he can. he gets all flushed and whiny when you can’t keep up—“don’t tap out yet, baby. i’ve still got more in me.”
secretly watches the mirror when he’s fucking you—he’s obsessed with the way your body looks beneath him. when he catches your reflection bouncing on his lap or sees his hand wrapped around your throat in the mirror? he stares with dark eyes and groans low in his throat, hips snapping up harder.
Shoko brings a magnificent gift for your and Kento's wedding (ꈍᴗꈍ)
Shoko lights a cigarette the moment the ceremony ends.
“Finally,” she sighs, exhaling smoke and relief as if she’d been holding her breath through the entire exchange of vows.
“You two really went the whole ‘forever’ route, huh?”
You laugh, cheeks still aching from smiling all afternoon. The soft shimmer of your gown is catching the sunset just right, and you’re glowing—not just from makeup or the golden hour, but from something warmer, deeper. Love.
Shoko watches you with a lazy grin, then reaches into her clutch and pulls out a small box. Matte black. Ribboned in deep burgundy. It’s heavier than it looks.
You narrow your eyes jokingly. “Is this going to scar me?”
She quirks a brow. “Emotionally? No. Physically? Depends on how enthusiastic Nanami gets.”
Your face burns immediately. She’s smug—too smug—as she pushes the box into your hands with a wink.
You open it.
And there it is: a delicate set of lingerie in champagne silk and intricate black lace, so sheer it borders on wicked. It’s elegance and filth wrapped into one sinful little masterpiece—high-cut, low-back, garter-ready, and utterly not meant for a quiet wedding night.
Your jaw slackens. “ Ieri san!!?.”
“What?” she shrugs, flicking ash into a glass. “You’re Mrs. Nanami now. Man’s got self-control made of steel. Figured you might want something… persuasive.”
You're torn between horror and laughter, your fingers tracing the lace like it might combust in your hands. “This is borderline criminal.”
Shoko raises her glass. “You’re welcome. Use responsibly.” Then, just before walking off, she tosses over her shoulder with a smirk—
Includes: Bachira Meguru, Chigiri Hyoma, Rin Itoshi
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𖹭.ᐟ Bachira Meguru
-He can be helpful, if he really wants to be
-Most of the time he just hangs out in the kitchen with you without doing any actual work
-If he's not eating the food, he's playing with it
“Bachira Meguru!” You yelled as you swatted the aforementioned boy's hand away from the pile of sliced peppers on the cutting board next to you.
“What’s wrong?” Bachira said innocently, moving to lean back against the counter nearby. Once your hand was occupied with a small bowl filled with onions to saute, Bachira managed to not-so-sneakily grab another slice of a carrot.
You think it was the 10th time he’d done so, but you stopped keeping count after 5.
“Bachira, you know exactly what’s wrong...” You replied. “If you want dinner later, I kinda need these ingredients.”
“But I’m bored.” He pouted as he walked over to you. He draped himself over you, arms wrapping around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at the stove you were working at.
“Maybe you should distract yourself by cutting up the chives.” You said despite leaning into him.
He giggled. “I think I prefer being right here.”
𖹭.ᐟ Chigiri Hyoma
-His sister forced him to learn how to cook, so he’s quite good at it
-He doesn’t hesitate to correct you on anything you might be doing wrong
-He hates having the kitchen a mess so he keeps everything as neat as possible as he cooks and cleans up right after
“You’re holding it wrong.”
You heard the warm but somewhat judgemental voice from behind you as you were about to begin cutting the carrots. You turned around to see Chigiri leaning against the fridge, his arms crossed and his loose hair framing his face.
“If it’s so wrong, why don’t you get over here and help me?” You asked, tilting your head with a grin.
He chuckled, pushing himself off of the fridge. He tied up his hair before carefully taking the knife. He explained what to do, and annoyingly demonstrated it perfectly, each coin cut the same size.
“Show off..” You muttered.
He gave you a sly smile as he set the knife down. “You’re the one that asked for help.”
“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” You said as you stepped closer to him.
“I know.” He chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before both of you had to get back to cooking.
𖹭.ᐟ Rin Itoshi
-Also very good at cooking, usually he’s the one to cook
-He follows recipes to the letter
-He doesn’t really let you help, but he says he “doesn’t mind you being being around” (he always hopes you join him in the kitchen)
“If you didn’t want to wait, we could have just ordered something.” Rin said as he dried off his hands.
“I like watching you cook though.” You lifted yourself up to sit on the counter that Rin wasn't using, legs swinging back and forth idly. He gave you a look, but ultimately decided not to chastise you for it.
He always moved so swiftly in the kitchen, so focused. When he finished making the sauce, he took a small spoonful of it to give it a cautious taste. He hesitantly offered it to you. “Tell me if it tastes off.”
You stared at him for a second, surprised at the offer, before taking the spoon to taste it—rich and warm that left a lingering sweetness in your mouth.
“It's a bit sweet, but good.” You answered honestly.
“I like it that way.” He said, avoiding your gaze.
You laughed. “Of course you would.”
He didn’t respond with words, but the way the corner of his mouth twitched up into an almost smile told you enough as he turned his attention back to the stove.
Bachira Meguru x gn!reader, childhood friends to strangers to lovers, 1k~ words, not proof read
Part 1
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You found him in the playground, hiding under one of the play structures so no teachers could see him. He sat with his knees up to his chest, face buried halfway behind his arms, but you could see the beginnings of a bruise blossoming on his cheek peeking out from behind his sleeve.
He said nothing when you sat beside him.
“I told you not to fight them.”
“They called me a freak again!” He snapped, frustrated by the other children. “And one of them pushed me and… they act like I'm a weirdo all the time!”
You nodded along. “They're just jerks.”
“They always are. Just ‘cause I talk to myself sometimes… and I like monsters and stuff..” He quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, but it wasn't fast enough to hide that his eyes were starting to water.
You scooted closer. “I like your monsters.”
“... You do?” His voice wavered, like he was trying to hold back tears.
“They're cool. And fun. Like you.”
That got a small laugh out of him. “You don't think I'm a weirdo?”
“Obviously not. You're my best friend, dummy.”
His hand idly drew in the dirt as he thought for a moment. “I wish you could stay with me forever.”
“I will.”
You meant it back then, but you didn't keep that promise. You moved, lost touch, left behind the boy who wished you'd stay forever.
And yet here you were now, once again sitting beside Bachira in the grass of a quiet park with takeout boxes in your laps. He texted you not even an hour after exchanging numbers after the game, asking to meet the next weekend.
You kept stealing glances at him as he poked at his food, taking in his new appearance. He had his hair half tied up to keep it out of his face–you couldn’t remember him doing that as a kid.
“Stop staring,” he said without even looking up at you. His voice was casual, but the small smirk curling at the corner of his mouth gave him away. Your heart leaped out of your chest.
“I wasn’t!” You said, looking down and shoving food into your mouth to distract yourself from the embarrassment.
Bachira laughed, “You’re a bad liar. You always were, y’know.”
You smiled, and the warmth you felt seemed to refuse to go away.
“So,” he began as he leaned back on his hands with a lazy smile, “are you gonna disappear again, or do I get to keep you this time?”
“It’s not like I wanted to,” you said quietly. “It just… happened.”
“I know,” he said, softer than you expected. “But it still sucked.”
You felt a sense of guilt bubble in your chest that made it hard to meet his eyes. You felt bad for leaving, even if it wasn’t your fault. Both of you fell quiet.
Bachira didn’t look like that kid who got picked on in the schoolyard anymore. He looked like someone who worked hard and trained hard and grew into someone you knew he could be, everything he dreamed of being. His features were more defined but his eyes still held that playful look. He was happy.
You don’t know when you started smiling, but Bachira certainly caught it.
“What?” He asked, strands of hair falling out of the tie as he tilted his head.
“Nothing.” You said quickly as he snapped you out of your thoughts. “Just thinking.. About how different you are now.”
He leaned forward, crossing his legs and letting his hands fall into his lap. “Different how? Be honest. Is that your way of saying I'm hot now?”
Your face warmed and you immediately ducked your head. “I didn’t say that.”
“But you thought it,” he teased as he nudged your knee with his. “You totally did.”
You didn’t answer right away, choosing to stare down at your lap with a weak smile. When you glanced back up, you were met with the sight of Bachira watching you, with an expression that was gentler than before. The way he looked at you made your breath hitch.
“I'm really glad you came.” He said.
“I thought it might have been a dumb idea.” You admitted. “I wasn't sure you'd remember me.”
“Are you serious?” He replied, almost seeming insulted at the idea. “You were my best friend. I could never forget you.”
“But honestly, I thought you might have forgotten about me too,” he continued, pulling up the blades of grass between his fingers. “I mean, I know it wasn't your fault, but I thought you might've moved on completely.”
You had to swallow the sudden lump in your throat. “I didn’t mean to leave things like that,” you replied softly. “Life just got complicated and.. before I knew it, we drifted apart.”
Bachira hummed.
And like it was the most normal thing in the world, “I think I like you.”
“What?!” You replied, stunned.
And he looked at you like you were the one being weird. “I mean it. I've been trying to figure it out since you came to the game that day. And I think I like you.”
Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to gather your thoughts. “You.. you can't just drop something like that out of nowhere!”
“Why not?” He replied, tilting his head. “It's true!”
You sighed, taking a moment to calm yourself down, a hand on your chest as if it would slow your racing heart. You laughed quietly, muttering, “You really are the same as back then."
“Hey, it's your turn.” He nudged you again.
“What?”
He leaned forward, a sly smile on his face. “To say you like me back.”
“Since when were you so full of yourself?”
He grinned. “That's not a no.”
“You're impossible,” you mumbled as you buried your face in your hands.
“So do you like me?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” He repeated dramatically, pouting. He put his hand over his heart like you had wounded him. “I pour my heart out and all I get is a maybe?”
You shoved his arm, but still smiled and finally replied, “Okay, fine! Yes, I like you! Happy now?”
He hooked an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as he hugged you. “Yup. Very.”
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𖹭.ᐟ BONUS
It was your second real date. Nothing fancy, just a hole-in-the-wall place that he insisted had the best noodles in the world, and then walking around aimlessly until the sun began to dip down under the horizon. And at some point, he grabbed your hand and never let go.
“You're definitely swooning right now.” Bachira said as you reached your street, swinging your hands back and forth between you.
“From what? You spilling sauce on your shirt?”
He shrugged. “Could've been worse. Like spilling it on you.”
Once the two of you reached your front gate, Bachira took both of your hands in his, standing in front of you. “So,” he said, leaning down closer to you. “Do I get a good night kiss?”
You laughed, leaning up to peck his cheek, but he turned at the last second, just enough for it to brush the corner of his lips.
You pulled back, surprised. “You-!”
He grinned, smug. “Oops.”
“You're such a troublemaker..” You said as you shoved his shoulder, feeling heat creep up your neck.
“But you still like me.”
You shook your head as you turned to go inside.
“Text me when you're in bed!” He yelled from behind you, and you couldn't help but smile.
GO GO GO RAPID FIRE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 RIN ITOSHI RANDOMLY BITING / LICKING IN A NON SEXUAL WAY
hey one of my first moots 🤤✌️💔 thdnk u for the request 😅😅👋👋 i hope u like😂💔
you wake up to something warm pressed against your back.
correction : someone.
and then—teeth. right on your shoulder.
you jolt, bleary-eyed. “rin???”
he doesn’t even flinch. just hums quietly and shifts closer, like biting you was a normal part of his nighttime routine.
“why are you biting me,” you mumble, still half-asleep.
“you moved.”
“…and?”
“you weren’t in my arms anymore.”
you try to turn around but his arms—god, his arms—are locked tight around your waist. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breath warm, mumbling words directly into your skin.
“you’re warm. you smell like me. don’t go over there again.”
“i wasn’t even awake.”
“don’t care.”
you let out a soft, confused huff, but it melts into a chuckle as you feel him nibble at your shoulder again. light. possessive. barely-there teeth.
“rin—” you start, but he cuts you off with a tiny lick where he just bit you.
“mine,” he murmurs.
you sigh, sinking back into the pillows, letting him wrap himself around you like a weighted blanket with emotional issues.
Helloooo one thing first have you seen the art you do, I mean it makes me want to chefs kiss god you are incredible marry me and second could you make a story where his wife prepares dinner for them after a day of being very tired that it is their favorite or from their country of origin that they like and they get sentimental or spicy you can decide with Marc Snuffy, Lavinho, Loki, Chris Prince, Noel Noa, Ego Jinpachi, Barou, Yukimiya, Reo, Nagi, Kaiser, Chigiri and Shidou and Bunny Iglesias (I know it's a long list sorry my life) if you want you can remove my lover and take care, eat well, drink water and sleep well muac muac
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This is so cute! I got another request similar to this one so there will be multiple parts<3
‧₊˚ ┊ In which the bllk guys come home to the dinner their wife made<3
୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » marc snuffy. loki. noel noa. lavinho.
⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, might be a little suggestive, female reader, established relationship, aged up!
Part 1 -u are here!-, Part 2
── .✦ Marc Snuffy
Snuffy let out a breath of relief once he made it to his front porch. Bag in hand as he unlocked the door and walked in. Immediately being hit with the familiar smell of home.
“Cuore mio?” He called softly, his eyes looking around mindlessly. His body became more sluggish due to being in the comfort of his home.
You peaked your head out from the kitchen and smiled. Walking over to him after folding your apron and placing it aside.
Snuffy was quick to embrace you, burying his face into your hair, taking in your smell as if he had been away for years and needed a refresher.
“Welcome home honey.” You greeted with a bright smile, your eyes softening at the sight of exhaustion on your husband’s face. “The team worked you over time huh?” You hummed as Snuffy sighed.
“Yeah- hey what’s that smell?” He took notice of the familiar smell once more. Realizing quickly it wasn’t just the normal smell of their home.
He watched your eyes brighten and take his hand in your own, dragging him to the dining room.
“Take a seat, I’ll be right back!”
Snuffy sat at the table, curiously watching you run into the kitchen. Not even a minute passed before you came back, a bowl in hand walking carefully to the table.
“Huh, what did you make?” He questioned looking up at you curiously. You smiled and placed the food on the table, his eyes widening at the nostalgic sight.
“Cuore mio you didn’t…” He muttered as you let out a giggle.
In front of Snuffy was a bowl of stuffat tal-fenek, a dish that was often served back in his childhood home.
You left once more before coming back with unopened wine and a basket of bread to complete the dinner display.
You sat down beside him as he took your hand in his. Raising your knuckles to his lips, keeping eye contact as he looked at you lovingly.
“I love you…” He whispered as your heart melted from his words. His lips grazed over your wedding ring, the same ring he slipped onto your finger only ten years ago.
── .✦ Julian Loki
“Ma chérie, I’m home.”
You turned just finishing with setting the dinner table hearing your husband’s words. Loki had followed the sound of your footsteps, walking into the room and noticing the dinner you had made.
“Ah Julian.” You breathed walking to him and looping your arms around his neck. Your husband’s exhausted eyes looked over the food, taking in the sight of a familiar dish from his home country.
“Boeuf Bourguignon?” he questioned–mainly to himself as you smiled, pulling back from the small embrace, keeping your arms around him. “Your favorite right?”
You thought it would be nice to make the dish considering the two of you hadn’t had it since your wedding night.
Loki turned his attention back to you and kissed you slowly yet lovingly. You melted into the kiss as he pulled you closer to him, your bodies melting together where you stood.
“It must’ve taken you all day… did you rest?” He questioned looking you over as his hand came to rest against your cheek.
Leaning into his touch you nodded, “Yes Julian, I rested. Let’s eat so you can rest as well.”
Listening to your words he brought you to the table, splitting apart to sit in separate seats. Comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you ate dinner. Loki kept his hand on your thigh, caressing your skin gently as he used his free hand to eat.
“This is delicious…” He complimented wiping his face with a napkin as his dish was empty. His wine glass only had around two or three sips left.
“I’m glad, there is plenty left if you want seconds.” You replied with a sweet smile, still eating your first bowl. “I’m good for now, thank you.”
── .✦ Noel Noa
Your husband walked through the door, duffel bag in hand as he slipped his shoes off silently. Soft hums danced through his ears as the smell of food was drawn in by his nose.
The white-haired man walked further into the shared home, his eyes catching sight of you preparing dinner with a warm smile.
He let out a soft sigh, the smell registering in his mind as his heart skipped realizing what dish you were currently making.
“Coq au Vin Blanc…” Noel murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind. His lips left kisses in their wake around your neck. Being slightly ticklish you laughed and tilt your head to look at him slightly.
“Welcome home Noel.” You greet sweetly as he hummed and pulled you closer to him. Even though he wasn’t much of a people person, the fact he could come home after a tiring day to the sight of his wife cooking for him and waiting for him made most days worth it.
“You did all of this for me?” He whispered as you nodded, your breath hitching from his touch on your hips–the sound of his husky voice echoing in your mind.
“Of course, you’ve been working so hard as of late. I thought you needed a nice meal.”
Your response made the male groan, his grip tightening. He wasn’t sure he would be able to make it through dinner. He needed you so bad already.
You turned looking up at him with innocent, willing love that made it even harder for him to hold back.
“Let’s eat dinner quickly…”
You laughed and just went along with his words not entirely sure what the gleam in his eyes was coming from.
── .✦ Lavinho
“I’m home!”
You heard your husband’s exclaim making a smile grow on your features. Calling back that you were in the kitchen, Lavinho quickly made his way to you. His long arms slinking around your body as he hugged you tightly.
Rocking the two of you back and forth before he paused, noticing the meal you had made.
“Ah, no way!” He happily stated a smirk forming on his face. He lifted you into the air and spun you around.
“You’re the best.” He groaned as you laughed from his actions. Lavinho and you had quite an energetic relationship. Almost fast pace some would say considering you were childhood sweethearts and got married two years ago.
“So when did you learn how to make feijoada?” Lavinho questioned setting you down on the ground as you plated the food. “I’ve been taking some classes–there’s still so many dishes I haven’t learned yet.”
Lavinho loved you and your passion for cooking. The wedding was small and you made all the food for it. Even though he tried to have you rest and relax on your special day. But he knew the food probably wouldn’t have been as good if you weren’t the one making it.
After dinner Lavinho helped clean up the kitchen and then quickly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.
You giggled knowing exactly what was about to happen. Your husband loved expressing his affection for you physically. And you knew that was exactly what he was about to do.
helloooo, ummm first have you seen the art you do, it's chef kisses incredible and second imagine with marc snuffy, loki, noel noa, lavinho, chris prince, jinpache ego, chigiri, gagamura, karasu, barou, kaiser, ness, raichi, bunny iglesias and shidou (I know there are a lot) but what kind after a training they go home tired and their girlfriend makes them an incredible dinner (or I know she knows a lot about gastronomy and all that) and they get a little sentimental, or they feel more attracted to you a huge kiss on that beautiful face you have beautiful and gorgeous person :33
Welcome Home
‧₊˚ ┊ In which the bllk guys come home to the dinner their wife made<3
୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » chris. ego. chigiri. gagamaru.
⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, might be a little suggestive, female reader, established relationship, aged up!
Part 1, Part 2 -u are here!-
── .✦ Chris Prince
You had spent the past hour making dinner for you and your husband. Patiently waiting for him to arrive home from his long day at practice. It wouldn’t be long till he had to leave for Japan, so you were wanting to make the most of your limited time with him before he had to leave.
Chris walked through the front door, setting his bag down and leaning against the door. Giving him a second to relish in the fact he was finally in the comfort of his home. “My love, I’m home.” He hummed, smelling the scent of your delicious cooking.
The blonde made his way into the kitchen and quickly went to you. Engulfing you into a hug from behind as he kissed the top of your head. Taking a peak at the food you were currently plating.
“Hm, my favorite? What’s the occasion?” He questioned as you felt the smirk he wore. “Does there have to be an occasion for me to make your favorite?” You laughed moving out of his hold to face him.
Chris nodded like it was obvious. “Yes, totally!”
You smiled and pushed a plate of food into his hands. “You’re leaving soon right? For the blue lock thing, I wanted to make you your favorite before you left.”
Your words sounded simple yet they meant a lot to him. His eyes softened as the two of you sat down at the table together. “Thank you my love. This means a lot.” He spoke quietly, already taking bites of the meal.
Your heart warmed from his words, “I’m glad, eat up we have plenty more."
── .✦ Jinpachi Ego
After dealing with a bunch of teens all day, Ego was completely at his limit. Grumbling as he pulled his keys out to let him inside his home. Being immediately greeted with the peaceful atmosphere of his living room, the sound of an audio book playing and the smell of food.
He slipped his shoes off and wandered around the home until he walked into the kitchen where his wife was busy cooking. “Ah Jin, welcome home.” You greeted walking up to him as he hummed lolling his head to the side.
Allowing you to reach up and loosen his tie for him. Something you did each time he came home. Your hands moved up and cupped his face bringing him down to place a kiss to his lips.
“You look exhausted.” You noted making your husband roll his eyes. “They’re all brats, I swear.”
You laughed moving back to finish prepping the food. Listening to your husband rant about the teen soccer players he had to watch over and coach.
“I made your favorite by the way.” You cut into his ranting. Ego’s eyes went to the pot you were stirring and his mouth watered at the sight of the home cooked ramen.
“I knew I married you for a reason…” He murmured, making you scoff, “Hey what’s that supposed to mean!”
“Exactly what I said.” He shrugged maneuvering around you to make his bowl. Shaking your head you made your own bowl of food then joined him at the dining table, the both of you murmuring “Thank you for the food!” before digging in.
── .✦ Hyoma Chigiri
Chigiri’s legs were sore after the amount of training he did. Moving through the threshold of the front door, practically dragging his bag on the ground and just dropping it aimlessly near the shoe compartment.
His drowsy eyes lighting up after smelling your cooking.
After hearing the front door shut you peaked your head out of the kitchen and smiled at the sight of your husband. “Hyoma you’re home!”
You immediately went to him and kissed him after embracing, he kissed you back–gently wrapping his arms around you.
“Are you hungry? I made your favorite.” You questioned noticing how exhausted he looked. “Yes, please. You’re the best.” Your husband went to freshen up as you finished dinner. Plating the food and setting up the table as he left to shower.
Chigiri shortly came back and sat at the table, raising a glass of water to his lips as you both began to eat dinner. “So I got the weekend free.” He informed easily , catching your attention.
“Finally, it’s been ages.” you hum already thinking of things the two of you could do.
After dinner the two laid on the couch, a movie abandoned in the background as Chigiri had you on his lap, kissing you slowly–fully content with the situation. “You should be resting Hyo…” You whisper, only receiving a groan in reply. The red-head moved his lips to your neck leaving open-mouthed kisses along your skin.
“I’ll rest tomorrow…”
── .✦ Gin Gagamaru
Gagamaru came home quicker than normal, everything from his mind to his body was exhausted. All he needed was you. His wife.
“Welcome home Gin.” You smile standing near the door as he was taking his shoes off. “Mm steak?” He muttered sniffing the air. You nodded as he pulled you into his arms, burying his face into your neck. “Yes, I saw it at the butcher shop–it looked delicious.” You hum, raising your hand to run through his hair, slipping it out of his hair tie.
Gagamaru groaned unconsciously, putting more weight onto you. “Hey hey, the food will get cold…” The sound of your laugh made your husband weak.
He easily picked you up and carried you to the dining room noticing you had the table set with the food on the plates.
The male didn’t let you go as he sat down with you on his lap. He used both hands to cut the steak up and fed it to you. Even though you tried to get him to let you eat on your own.
After a bit you gave in and rested against him. Him mumbling how good the food was and that you should make steak more often.
After eating, the two of you went into the bedroom where Gagamaru just fully melted on top of you. His face buried in your breasts as he fell asleep.
