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— foreword: this is my first time writing kinich ever, but hopefully not my last. i acc really enjoyed writing this and wanted to elaborate sm more about the relationship, but i felt it would take away from the essence of this theme so i kept it out. i might get around to writing that as its own oneshot but we'll see. i hope my kinich characterization isn't too off (i hope not cause im a diehard kinich girl) and i hope you all enjoy ! footballer player!kinich x f!reader, wc. 5.8k ! part one and two (can be read as a standalone). — read on ao3
the lights beaming onto the stadium were bright and warm, making the players sweat profusely beneath the attention of the tens of thousands of audience members sitting around them. the sun was setting in the background, casting a beautiful amalgamation of yellow, orange, pink, and red sheen over the skies. it was a warm day as well, which also put more pressure on the players running around on the football pitch below.
players adorning different colors were sprinting across the field, pushing their bodies to the very limit in the past few minutes before the whistle would blow and the game would conclude. sitting in one of the lower seats, close to the pitch, you were nervously tapping your fingers along your legs, silently thanking yourself for wearing a skirt in this weather. your top half was covered in a jersey, which had your boyfriend’s name and number written on the back. despite trying to keep your calm, your foot wouldn’t stop tapping the ground below you, eyes tracking the various players with a wave of hope crashing over you.
they had to win this.
but the chances of that happening were becoming thinner and more unrealistic by the very second. the scoreboard was not displaying a result, which would fulfill that wish, and with wishes of a last-minute goal sitting right on your tongue, you had a sneaky suspicion that you wouldn’t be getting that last-minute goal after all. yet, they didn’t give up. despite a result that was looking more and more grim, the boys clad in green and white were still chasing that ball with vigor and determination, not wanting to lose so miserably. just yesterday, lohen and his team from mondstadt had been eliminated due to a bad game. liyue and its star players were eliminated during their match with mondstadt.
kinich and his natlanese team were the only ones left with a member of the renowned fc millhaven, the club currently sitting at the top of all leaderboards as they had for years now. whenever they played for their club, they had a set formation and set plans in place for whenever things weren’t going their way. lohen may be their captain, but kinich ran that offensive formation with an ironclad attitude. his quick thinking and rapid pace always shaped the nature of their attack, determining who’d be making the shot or how they’d counterattack. but at fc millhaven, there were silent communications and procedures in place. no words needed to be exchanged, for one single glance would be enough to keep every player in the loop, directing a flawless performance and marvelous win.
fc millhaven was a historic club. football in teyvat was birthed in mondstadt, especially in smaller villages surrounding the main city, as children needed something to do. as the sport became more popular and more people joined in, an official committee was formed, and football as a sport was born. the first few clubs began appearing around mondstadt, then liyue, and then further beyond the borders. with clear rules set in place, it began a household sport in schools all over teyvat, and would go on to become the most popular sport in the entirety of teyvat. but fc millhaven was truly an iconic club, for it was the first club to win all the forming leagues with its array of powerful and unique players, all from mondstadt.
however, it was legends like varka, venti, crepus, and more whose sheer success and love for the game had taken fc millhaven to new and unexplored heights, truly cementing the club as a historic and dominating club. they won every game they partook in, never losing once, as they dominated the leagues. there was no ego struggle for them, working perfectly in sync in their respective positions to become the legends they were today. varka was their club’s head manager and also the head coach of the national mondstadt team.
but the level they played at now had not been the standard. after the golden generation of fc millhaven retired from playing professionally, taking time off before they began their coaching and managerial roles across the many clubs of teyvat, the management of fc millhaven had made a series of poor decisions. they were scarfing in players, who they assumed would thrive, but ended up assembling a squad of ill-fitting players. the previously prosperous and unbeaten club became a shell of its previous glory, losing more than it would win and never once bringing back a trophy.
your eyes followed kinich as he leapt across the pitch, his streaked hair dripping with sweat and exhaustion, as he tackled the player. without missing a beat, he kicked his own leg out and slid across the grass, perfectly executing a tackle as the ball went off the pitch, preventing another goal from the opposite team. but the very second he got back onto his feet, you saw the blank look he afforded his defenders, who came running over to apologize but to no avail. as kinich would’ve said, there is no point in apologizing now. do better next time.
with a declining club and player frustrations becoming breaking news every week, sparking real and genuine concerns about the state of one of the most iconic and historic clubs in the world, varka returned. you remembered the day you’d read the title of that article, shrugging to yourself but not really caring—after all, back then football wasn’t of any interest to you, really. you were a regular college student, attending the akademiya, just trying to graduate in time and embark on your own journey.
“please, please, please,” you begged to whatever higher power above who could hear you, hands clasped together in front of you as you followed the players with your eyes. “let them get another goal.”
but the clock was ticking down, and there was simply no denying that if the boys did not score a goal within the next few seconds, they would also lose. and with mualani by your side, a hand gently rubbing circles into your back as she watched nervously, your nerves weren’t calming down at all. not seeing as your boyfriend once more took off running towards the goal, signaling for the ball only for his teammate to make a bad attempt at a goal kick. the ball flew off the pitch, and just as players rushed out to grab it, the whistle went and cheers erupted all across the stadium.
natlan had lost.
and perhaps it was the nervousness coursing through your veins or the feeling you shared with your friends, saddened to once again see natlan fail to advance. the tingling in your legs from standing for so long finally caught up, and thus, you simply sat back down again, as did everyone else. the other team's fans were rightfully elated, cheering and celebrating from the very top of their lungs as they waved flags, banners, and more. your friends were murmuring around you, verbalizing their disappointment, and even you had to lean back, sighing as you voiced your own frustration.
on the pitch, the players were doing their usual rounds of wishing each other well and displaying good sportsmanship. well, that was until you saw someone approach ororon and apparently say something jarring enough that he took a step back, an expression of hurt overcoming his features. the mood in the stadium took a turn when people began noticing the bad sportsmanship on the pitch, particularly from the winning team. ifa came running out of nowhere, pushing ororon behind him and confronting the other players, but as expected, his own teammates also came to join. people were shoving each other, clearly getting into unnecessary and uncomfortable situations, and everyone watched with bated breaths.
“what is happening?” kachina seemed frightened at the display, covering her mouth in disbelief.
you couldn’t even believe it yourself. ifa was still shielding ororon whose eyes had seemingly glazed over and other members of the natlanese team were also standing there, pushing back against the other players whose hands were moving as fast as their mouths were. their captain was too busy standing by with a smirk on his face, clearly amused to see everyone fighting. your lips turned downwards as you witnessed it all, feeling a sense of annoyance grow in your stomach. those players hadn’t even bothered to play fairly during the game, and now they were starting conflicts?
“men being idiots,” xilonen chimed in from behind. “just because a loser becomes a winner doesn’t mean they lose that loser attitude.”
citlali was already being held down by xilonen, hands pinning her to the seat, whilst she kept trying to jump. a blaze was burning in her eyes, and her mouth was going at the absolute fastest speed, yelling insults and threats down to the other players. after all, ororon was someone who she’d taken care of for his entire life, acting as sort of a parental figure to the boy. there would never come a day when ororon would be the target of someone’s misdirected hatred and citlali wouldn’t lose her mind.
“enough.” a voice broke the stalemate down on the pitch, gathering everyone’s attention despite not being any louder than its usual tone. your eyes caught wind of kinich and you let out a sigh of relief, knowing your boyfriend had this one covered. he’d come to stand before ifa, now standing in front of all his teammates as he glanced at the opposing team. “let’s go,” he directed his teammates, and without another word, without any hesitation, every single player followed after him as he walked off the pitch with his head held high. not a single word hollered after them by the other team got a reaction, and it was obvious to anyone and everyone that they were downright fuming at how kinich had shut it down and led his team away.
he had always been like that, especially in conflicts, and it warmed your heart to see his hand land on ororon’s shoulder, providing silent support and wordlessly telling ororon that he knew it wasn’t his fault. many assumed kinich to be heartless or nonchalant merely because he did not speak much, because he didn’t celebrate his goals, and because he never got into public spats. but his guidance had led the natlanese national team further than they’d ever gone before, bringing them all the way to the final. even if they lost the teyvat cup, even if they did become runner-ups rather than winners, he’d led the charge by walking out with his head held high, and the others followed.
the winning team continued their celebration of running around, waiting for the stage to be set up and the officials to enter. your talks with the women you came with revolved around the other nations, discussing how the others had done and silently celebrating that it was kinich’s teammate lohen who’d be winning the award for most goals scored, rather than the second most scoring player whose very name made you feel annoyed. lohen was kinich’s close friend and his daily captain back at their club, so you were happy that he’d take the second-most precious award home. once the winning stage was set up, both teams were summoned back, and you watched silently as the natlanese players went up and received their silver medals. seeing as lohen had won third place with his team just yesterday, earning a bronze medal, and gone back to mondstadt already, the golden boot was publicly announced to have been won by lohen, then given to kinich so he could take it back and give it to lohen.
the natlanese players did not stick around to see more than just the trophy lift from the other team, displaying good sportsmanship by clapping for them and congratulating them, even if tensions from before were still present. kinich refused to be involved with their shenanigans, but he would never be a poor player, so once his duties as captain were done, he merely began walking towards the locker room, knowing his team would follow him like ducklings. it was quite amusing to see them walking behind him in a single-file line, silent but efficiently leaving the tournament and leaving behind all the bad vibes. yet you knew that the pain bubbling in kinich would continue spreading its hurt, settling into his chest. for kinich had truly and sincerely wanted to win this year, especially after seeing lohen’s message yesterday, and you know that if he didn’t say it outright, he was absolutely furious with the game they’d played tonight.
none of you or your friends wanted to stick around to watch the celebrations, and perhaps that was poor of you, but having watched that match with your own eyes and seeing how brutal and rough that match was, you had no intention of watching them lift an undeserved trophy and celebrate an undeserved win. their antics upon the match’s conclusion, openly mocking natlanese fans and picking fights with players, further cemented the notion, so all of you girls filed out immediately and headed back down. your purse was swung around your shoulder, and you were dressed in a jersey with kinich’s number and name, carefully stepping down the stairs in your heels as xilonen held onto you. she’d opted to merely wear a natlan shirt with no name or number, as had both mualani and kachina, while citlali wore ororon’s jersey. mavuika was the newly appointed trainer for natlan, so she was most likely in the locker room, speaking with the boys.
“let’s just wait here,” mualani suggested once you’d reached the doors to the locker room, having exchanged nods with the stadium’s security. “they should be out soon.”
usually, you wouldn’t be permitted to be anywhere near this area. unlike kinich’s other two teammates, you two kept your relationship more so private, but not secret. there were many speculations that kinich was in a relationship, having been spotted out with you or seen with you after a game, but it had never been confirmed and thus remained a private affair. mavuika was a friend of all of yours, an iconic football player, and often renowned as the best player to ever come from natlan and one of the best players to have ever lived. she played in the golden days as well and became an icon in her own right, a woman with a golden personality and the skills to back up her title. she’d been adamant to the security about allowing all of you here, emphasizing your importance to the team’s players.
the doors opened, and players poured out. most greeted you all politely despite being quite upset, with red rims around their eyes and hoods pulled far over their heads. you knew they weren’t in the mood to talk, and you simply could not blame them, nodding back supportively. you were able to give both ifa and ororon brief hugs, extending your condolences and checking up on ororon, who seemed less down than before. soon, they had all been dragged off with their respective partners or friends, and you were left on your own outside the doors. mavuika and the other staff members came out; the red-haired woman immediately pulling you into a big hug.
“he’s still upset,” she whispered into your ear as she held you firmly in her arms, your own hands wrapped around her neck to steady yourself. “the president and refs came by to extend their condolences, but also to make it clear that no actions will be taken against the others.”
your jaw dropped at this information. “what?” you muttered back in disbelief. “they were hitting the players throughout the entire game, tackling unnecessarily, and picking fights. they even tried to fight after the game!”
“you know how it is,” mavuika stated with a sad smile, putting you back down but not letting go as she pulled back to stare down at you, running a hand over your hair. “but, i know kinich didn’t have an easy time bringing me in to take over, probably beating himself up about it right now. so i’m not done with this. they can keep the title, but i will demand a public apology.” she promised you with a blazing fire in her eyes and a determined smile on her lips.
and if there was anyone to trust in this world, it was mavuika. the woman was a force to be reckoned with, unbeatable on the pitch and unyielding in her presence.
an encouraging smile and an additional message were awarded to you by the taller woman before she left with her entourage, leaving you all alone in front of the doors. you knew kinich was probably sitting inside, staring blankly at the strategy board and pondering where they went wrong. he was a strategist at heart, perpetually searching for the most efficient and productive way to execute plays.
kinich didn’t look up when you entered. he remained seated on the bench in the corner, his eyes scanning the board with meticulous determination and clenched fists. the green eyes with a diamond, orange on the bottom, resembling a gorgeous sunset, never once moved from the board, but you could see his tapping foot halt in its movement, as if his body instinctively dropped some of its tenseness from sensing you. your heels softly clicked along the floor as you approached him, placing your purse on the bench before taking a seat yourself. you stretched out your legs in front of you and placed your hand on your leg, resting with your palm facing the ceiling and wide open.
when kinich was ready, he would seek comfort and companionship. it took a few more minutes of silence, with none of you moving an inch but simply sitting in a comfortable silence. kinich’s relentless clenching of his hands had ceased, and so had the tapping; instead, you could hear his labored breathing as his brain kept processing the information. your own fingers were tapping your exposed legs, scanning the locker room around you. and just as a few minutes had passed and your open palm remained open on your lap, you felt fingers sliding over your palm, intertwining with your own as kinich gripped your hand in his. as if moving on his own, his hand gently pulled your hand over to his own lap and flipped your hand around, indirectly pulling you closer to his own body.
your legs were pressed together now, warmth mingling naturally as his thumb softly ran across your skin. a small smile spread across your lips, and you moved a little closer, letting your leg press further against his as he finally let out that sigh he’d been holding in. his head lowered to rest against your shoulder, slightly sweaty hair pressing against your skin as you raised a hand and gently wrapped it around his head, sliding your fingers into his hair.
“we lost.”
“you tried.”
“not enough.”
“your best is enough.” your fingers dug into his scalp ever so lightly, rendering him silent as you pressed a small kiss into his hair. “you can’t do it all alone, kinich, even if you’d like to.”
the sigh he let out was deep enough to make you feel his body deflating ever so slightly into your side. kinich was an analyst, but he wasn’t anywhere near delusional or pointlessly ignorant. he was able to analyze why aspects of their own game had been poorly executed, taking the time to identify whatever mistakes had been made by his own team, and then also mentally assess what his opponents did, which was so effective against his own team. there was a reason he was captain of his team and why he was often seen as the vice captain over at fc millhaven, secondary only to lohen, who still often followed kinich’s style and directions for their play.
you pushed yourself back to your feet once more, never once letting go of kinich’s hand but instead motioning for him to stand up as well, as he peered up at you in confusion. his hairband is off, no longer holding back his hair and letting it fall over his forehead as his dull eyes find yours. despite his tiredness and reluctance to stand up, he could never refuse you, especially not when you were gazing at him with so much love in your eyes and looking so pretty underneath the dim lights of the dressing room. so he merely pushed himself to his feet, squeezing your hand as you flashed him a grateful smile.
“mav made a deal with the stadium to let us take a walk after everyone’s left,” you explained to kinich whose eyes widened at your words, surprised that you’d made it happen, seeing as you knew he loved to merely roam the stadium after a big match, no matter if it ended in a win or loss for him. “so let’s go walk around, whatcha say?”
kinich could feel that stone in his stomach becoming less heavy as you gazed up at him with reddened lips and those beautiful little wrinkles by your eyes when you smiled. his hand halted its movement in caressing yours; instead, his other hand came up to softly tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, your eyes closing to relish his warm touch on your skin. his hand cupped your face, thumb grazing over your ear and down to your cheekbone as you placed a small kiss against the palm of his hand. sometimes he truly wondered what his life would be without you, but he never entertained those thoughts for long, for there was no reality in which he would ever let go of you.
your eyes never once faltered from staring up at his face, fingers tracing over his tanned skin as you let out a content sigh. but then without saying a word, kinich let go of your hand and instead let his hands fall to your shoulders, pressing you back down onto the bench. even when you tried to protest, to ask him what he was doing, his eyes merely flicked up to shoot you that look, the one that spelled out don’t ask, and you obeyed. once you were seated back onto the bench, he crouched down in front of you, one knee pressing against the floor to retain his balance while his hands pulled your ankle up to rest on his propped-up knee. deft fingers were already working on your heel straps, and you merely leaned back, grinning flushed at his habits. even now, his main concern remained you and your safety. he knew that you wouldn’t be able to walk across the pitch with your heels, the ones he’d bought you with his first paycheck and the ones that matched his eyes.
the straps were tightened and wrapped around the expanse of your ankle and onto your leg, forming a zigzag pattern across your legs. small butterflies were sewn into the straps, small diamonds embedded within. the actual shoes were a narrow heel, also with the same strappy front with butterflies. the heels were a beautiful mixture of green and orange, one foot with a pretty green heel and a beautiful gradient into orange, whilst the other had an orange heel with a green gradient. they were a perfect match to the ring, sitting snugly around your finger, two stones embedded within further highlighting the sheer uniqueness of your boyfriend’s eyes.
kinich’s eyes scanned your legs as he carefully unwrapped the straps from your legs, pressing his fingers into the skin and offering a soft massage to your legs from having been so tightly wrapped up. his hands wrapped around the bottom of your shoe, and the other supported the top of your foot, pulling the heels off with all the care in the world, placing both neatly by his own sneakers. he reached behind your head and picked up a pair of slippers, ones resembling the ones he was wearing himself, and slid those onto your feet. noticing the flush rushing into your cheeks and the way your teeth were sinking into the side of your bottom lip, he shook his head ever so slightly at how easily you became flustered and stood back up, pulling you with him.
dating kinich was a whole new experience for you, for he truly fulfilled every requirement you had never even known you had. every single thing he did for you was tainted with his love for you, whether it was changing your shoes for you or leaving behind an apple for you to eat on your busy days. it had been a new experience for both of you at first, being in a relationship and being romantically involved with another person. it required many conversations about boundaries and needs, but it was all worth it. for even as kinich towered over you, his hand was so warm in yours, tracing over your fingers and nails with ease and care.
the grass was slightly wet and squeaked loudly when stepped on. your hand was held firmly in kinich’s as the two of you casually roamed around the edges of the grass, the bright lights of the stadium now dimmed to let the darkness of the evening settle. the moon was beaming down upon you two, who wandered in silence. the advertising boards were turned off, sparing the pitch from those loud and obnoxious colors and pleas for consumers to be consumed by. all of the banners symbolizing the teyvat cup were gone, as were the banners showing off the two teams. the stadium had gone back to its regular state, yet within roamed two people whose minds were still on the previous events.
“repeating their unfairness in the game won’t do us any favors,” kinich suddenly spoke out loud, keeping his eyes focused ahead of him. “because we still made mistakes, a lot of them. what did you notice when watching the game?
you nodded along to his words, humming. kinich often asked for your opinion on a matter as well, wanting to know what your take was. he liked to be able to resonate his own thoughts and experiences with those who’d also been through the same trial as himself, as well as someone who was merely observing. it gave him the different perspectives he required to settle the matter entirely, mentally planning to improve on those experiences. “the other players did play unfair. they should’ve been given yellow cards, especially when they pushed ifa. they also continuously tried to swipe yumi’s out from underneath him.”
“what else?”
“but,” you continued, keeping your eyes trained ahead to ensure you got through your list of observations as you noticed kinich’s eyes falling to the side of your face. “defense needs work, i think. they were too far away from the goal and didn’t have the speed or energy to make it back in time. you, ifa, ororon, and yumi shouldn’t be running back to make that save—the defenders should have that handled.”
kinich’s eyes fell to the grass, nodding along as you could almost see the gears turning in his head. “agreed. the speed isn’t there for some of them, particularly more than halfway into the game. what else did you notice?”
you pursed your lips ever so slightly, thinking back to the game. some of it was beginning to become a blur in your mind, but you were doing your very hardest to remember anything you’d noticed during its course. but it was hard to pinpoint anything else, and when you relayed this to kinich, he gave you a soft but grateful nod, squeezing your hand in gratitude. your eyes never faltered from his face, letting him pull you along with him as he kept walking, mentally processing.
suddenly kinich came to a halt, pulling you to stop with him as he turned to face you. his eyes had gotten softer, peering down at you with that glint of adoration he always had when facing you, and his other arm raised to wrap around your waist. with a small smile, you let go of his hand and reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck as both his arms linked around your waist. his eyes always became softer, more present, when they focused on you, and as his eyes traced every inch of your skin, you could feel his fingers curling into your jersey—the one carrying his name. his hair was blowing ever so slightly in the wind, and you couldn’t help but pull your hand back and tuck the strand away, running your hand over his forehead and pulling back his hair as his eyes fluttered shut. he let his head fall forward, forehead resting against your own as you pressed a small kiss into his nose, giggling at how it scrunched up right after.
“i really wanted to win. i really wanted to hold that trophy and make natlan proud, make mavuika proud… to make you proud.” his voice was thick with emotion, eyes squeezing even more shut as he hissed in annoyance to himself. the sadness in his tone was apparent, but beneath it, you could hear that pang of sorrow. he was already mourning the loss of something he’d wished for with his entire heart, and you felt your own heart beating harder at how vulnerable he seemed in this very moment.
kinich’s eyes flitted open upon feeling your fingers curl around his cheeks, pulling his face back up to hold his head high as your thumbs brushed across his eyebrows, then his cheeks. he was met with an intense glisten within your eyes, lips pulled into a heartfelt smile, as you blinked slowly at him. “i’m always proud of you, chi, always. you’re so hardworking, so genuine, so loving. i feel so lucky to call you my boyfriend, and no trophy could ever change that. there’ll always be another tournament, another trophy, whatever you want. and i know that you’ll achieve everything you’ve ever wished for, 'cause you deserve it all.”
growing up had been a lonesome and grueling experience for kinich, who’d lost his mother at a young age and been left behind with his abusive father. running away from home hadn’t been easy, but he’d done it. and he’d spent years as a child, as a teenager, and as an adult learning what he wanted to do and fulfilling his own dreams. meeting you when he was an academy student and you were in your final year of university wasn’t his plan, but an unforeseen meeting would grant kinich the greatest blessing of his life. you were everything he never knew he needed but couldn’t live without. you always gave him the space he required, never once getting frustrated by his need to mentally process anything. your touch always calmed him down, tracing across his skin with such reverence, with all the love and care he’d never been granted before. he was never too much for you, too quiet or boring, never overly concerned or too wrapped up in his own head.
because you never ceased to remind him how much you adored him. despite working a demanding job yourself, you always tried your utmost to make it to all of his games or any events, which were important to him. you had made an effort to get along with his teammates and his friends, truly wanting to get to know the people whom he considered his closest. the two of you were so vastly different in how you processed situations, but there was room for both of you in this relationship.
you slid your hair and pulled his head down to rest on your shoulder, swaying ever so slightly beneath the surface of the moon. his hands slid down the surface of your back and slid beneath your jersey, their warmth now warming up your skin as his fingers traced patterns over your skin. a soft sigh of contentment escaped your lips as a pair of lips pressed a gracious kiss into your shoulders, small kisses of gratitude landing all over your neck and shoulder. kinich wasn’t always a verbal man, struggling to say whatever was on his mind, but his actions always dripped with love for you. at the start of your relationship, the two of you had been careful with one another, understanding that you had vastly different responses to touch and comfort. but years down the line, and it was as if you knew each inside out, always able to read the other flawlessly.
kinich’s hair tickled your shoulder, and you couldn’t help the small laugh bubbling out of your mouth, feeling his lips pull into a soft smile against your neck as he rubbed his hair against your skin. hands were pressing into his shoulders as you tried to move away, unable to contain your laughter from his hair tickling you, but kinich had you right where he wanted and thus kept his grip firm, peppering kisses all over your neck. steadily his lips moved upwards, no longer teasing you but instead letting you melt into his touch as his fingers continuously caressed your skin with tenderness. his lips began trailing upwards, and as they landed behind your ear, you let out a small gasp, fingers curling into his broad shoulders as you melted into his touch.
“thank you for everything,” he murmured into your ear, his tone lower than usual, sending a shiver down your spine as he pressed deeper kisses into your ear and the tender area behind. his one hand slid back to hold your hip in his as he leaned back, sliding his other hand up to gently run his thumb over your glistening lower lip whilst his fingers curled around your cheek. “for being here.”
“for you, i’ll do anything,” you whispered back in that same tone, uttering the same words he’d told you the day he finally confessed his feelings to you in the middle of your living room.
kinich’s eyes melted once more at your words, shimmering beneath the moon’s rays as he pressed a light kiss to your lips, letting out a content sigh, and pressing another into the corner of your mouth. no more words were exchanged, but you didn’t need to, for as kinich wrapped his hand around yours once more and began leading you off the pitch, he knew that no trophy or accolade could ever measure up to the safety of holding you in his arms and the blessing of your touch on his skin.
r speaks: @saaaasas promised to tag you when it was posted so i hope you enjoy and it lives up to ur expectations <3
