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Giving Rin silent treatment.

He never gave you a reason to be angry. He never looked at anyone but you. Never forgot dates. Never kept you waiting. He barely tolerated other people let alone entertained them. As far as he was concerned his world begin and ended with you.

So you wondered what would happen if you give him the silent treatment pretending to be angry at him.

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The bathroom door opened. Rin stepped out, towel drapped around his neck. He walked straight toward the couch , dropped onto the cushion beside you and leaned his head onto your lap. It was like every other evening where he would tell you about his day while your fingers would already be combing through his hair.

However today you kept scrolling through your phone, no responses, no hand in his hair.

"...."

He waited.

Another few seconds.

"....you listening?"

You simply stood up. His head slipped off your lap and for the first time all day he genuinely looked confused.

He didn't chase after you immediately, if you wanted space he would give it .

After thirty minutes. He stood besides you before placing the back of his hand against your forehead.

"No fever."

His hand then moved to your cheek for a second.

"Are you sick?"

Silence.

"Are you sleeping properly? "

Nothing.

Forty minutes later he was sitting on the edge of bed. His shoulders had slumped. His gaze stayed on the floor.

What did i do?

He replayed the entire week in his mind.

Was he late?

No

Did he forget something?

No

Did he say something scary?

.....

His chest tightened.

Am I

His voice barely above a whisper.

"a lukewarm boyfriend "

You nearly looked at him. He stood up slowly and walked behind you. His arms are now around your waist and face buried at the crook of your neck. You could feel his breathing.

"....If you ask me to disappear, I'll do it for you... If you ask me to kill someone, I'll do it for you."

His grip tightened around you waist.

"...but atleast tell me what did i do wrong"

The guilt built up in you stomach instinctively. You turned around and hugged him.

"I am sorry rin. I was just pretending, i wanted to see what would you do."

He stared at you.

One second. Two second . Three second.

And then a vein a popped at the side of his head. Before you could apologize again he scooped you up and dropped you on the bed with an annoyed huff, pinning your hands above your hand with one of his hand, his other hand found your waist giving it a sharp pinch.

"Ow!"

"I am gonna start by killing you."

Another pinch, but lighter.

"I dare you to pull that shit again."

Another barely there pinch.

"I'll make sure you regret it."

The rest of the evening dissolved into stolen kisses, your laughter and rin's constant grumbling.

Truly, there was never a dull moment with rin around.

Sorry everyone. I was inactive for a while I usually write all the stuff at late night and was experiencing some horrors at home. I will post something tomorrow again. Also I am going to start writing on wattpad for record of ragnork I'm thinking of making a really big fiction. In here I only post short oneshots therefore I have decided to do the same. I will also be continuing all my bsd stories on wattpad too.

SURE!

You stumbled out of the party and spotted him immediately.

"Rin!"

You launched yourself forward. Your ankles gave out halfway, but before you could hit the ground, he caught you. One around your waist, the other bracing your shoulder.

"You're a mess"

"I am happy, there's a difference."

He pulled you upright, hand staying at your back.

"I'm taking you home."

His arm wrapped securely around you as you leaned heavily into his side, cheek pressing against his jacket.

"RinRin."

"What."

"Your hands are really veiny."

You grabbed one, tracing the raised lines with your fingertip.

"That's a lot of veins. I wonder what else is..."

Rin's hand twitched. The tips of his ears went pink.

"Finish that sentence and I'm leaving you on the curb."

You nuzzled into his shoulder.

"Your stamina must be insane, also useful for other things too."

"Other things?"

"...other activities that require... sustained effort."

He leaned in, face inches from yours.

"Say one more thing and I'll wreck you."

You grabbed his collar and yanked him down, crashing your lips against his.

He froze. Eyes wide. Then you pulled back, grinning, and leaned in for another.

His palm slammed over your mouth before you could connect.

"Don't touch me until you are sober, you drunkard."

You wobbled on your feet, nearly tipping sideways. He caught you with a grunt.

Then he turned and bent down.

"Get on before I change my mind"

"Piggyback!"

Your arms looped around him, legs wrapping tight. He started walking, grip firm on your thighs.

"I love you rin"

He didn't respond, but his hands squeezed slightly.

"...I love you too"

However you have fallen asleep before you could hear those golden words from him.

The next morning you woke up in rin's room on his bed. You were wearing one of his jersey.

Your heart dropped.

Oh no .

You shot upright.

"RIN!"

The door opened.

"Are you still drunk?"

"We did it. I don't remember, but we...i take.."

"We did nothing."

"But I'm in your cl.."

He crossed to the bed and flicked your forehead. Hard.

"I'm not a pervert like you. Your dress looked uncomfortable so i changed it, my eyes were closed the entire time."

"So we really didn't..?"

He sat beside you.

"No"

He reached out, hooking a finger beneath your chin. Forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Do you remember you said you love me and wanted kids with me?"

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Kaiser x Reader. ( Part - 2)

The weekend was yours. Not Blue Lock's. Yours and his, in a hotel room where no one could see, no one could hear, no one could interrupt. It was a weekly ritual for both of you.

You were beneath him, sheets tangled around your legs, your back arching off the mattress as he moved inside you with slow, His mouth was on your chest, tongue tracing lazy patterns around your nipple before sucking hard enough to make you cry out.

"Louder, no one's here. Let me hear you."

And you did. You moaned his name without biting it back, without fear of footsteps or whispers or getting fired. Your fingers fisted in his blonde hair, pulling him closer, and he groaned in approval, hips moving forward.

"Good girl.."

He breathed, lifting his head to look at you.

"This is what i wait for all week."

"K-Kaiser.."

"Again."

He moved faster, deeper, and your voice broke around another moan. By the time you both collapsed, your mind was hazy to even remember how many rounds you went with him.

Morning came and you carefully untangled yourself from his possessive grip, planting your feet on the carpet. You were reaching for your shirt when arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against his chest.

"You act like one of those shitty men who hook up and run. That's supposed to be my thing."

"I was just getting water."

"Liar."

He poked your cheek, turning your face toward him.

"You know what would fix this? If you just left that shitty job. Stay here. We could do this every morning."

You turned in his arms, glaring.

"We talked about this. I told you I'd block you."

He let you go, falling back against the pillows with a dramatic sigh.

Monday was back and you both were at blue lock again.

The dining hall was loud with players and staff. You were doing your rounds, checking dietary plans, making sure everyone was eating properly.

Kaiser sat at his usual table with Ness and the others. He wasn't looking at you directly, but you felt his presence.

"Good boy, Ness. Eating all your vegetables. You're such a good boy, aren't you?"

Your hand froze. He'd called you that last night, voice dripping with praise while you..

You forced yourself to keep walking.

Then, louder: "I couldn't stop thinking about it all night. Best I've ever had."

Your face burned. Ness looked confused.

"Uh, the pasta? It was okay, I guess."

"Yeah. The pasta. a satisfying one."

You nearly tripped over a chair. He was doing this on purpose, he always does.

You caught him in the empty corridor near the equipment storage. Grabbed his sleeve and took him behind the vending machines. He went willingly, that smirk already in place.

"What was that? Are you trying to get us caught?"

"You're the one who dragged me into a corner. If anyone sees us now, it's your fault."

"You're so careless. Everyone will figure it out."

"Like i care."

"Well, I do.."

He kissed you. Bent down and caught your mouth mid-sentence, swallowing your scolding. His hands found your waist, and even though you were furious, your body melted against his.

"You're so cute when you're angry. All red-faced and serious."

"I'm going to blo..."

He lifted you. Your feet left the ground, and suddenly you were eye-level with him, your back against the wall. His hand found the buttons of your shirt, undoing them one by one.

His hand found the lanyard of your ID card still hanging around your neck, and he pulled it pulling you closer to him. He was about to kiss you again when your hand shot up and covered his mouth.

He probably expected you to push him away, to say stop, we can't, someone will see.

Instead, you leaned in. Your lips found his neck, right where the blue rose tattoo is until a dark bruise bloomed over the tattoo.

You pulled back, slid down his body until your feet hit the floor, and buttoned your shirt with steady fingers. Then you walked away, leaving him standing there with a hand pressed to his tattoo, bewildered. He has never been this silent.

The next morning when you were getting ready, you had three layers of concealer on your neck, as always. You'd become an expert at hiding the evidence. You felt your eye twitching as if something bad was going to happen.

Meanwhile kaiser strolled onto the field with his collar wide open. Ness noticed first.

"Whoa, Kaiser, what happened to your neck?"

"This?"

He touched the mark.

"A love bite. From a woman I adore."

Sure!

"You know..."

You said casually.

"my MMA tournament is next week."

Rin paused.

"What day?"

"Saturday."

"Send me the location."

"You'll come?"

"I didn't say that."

You smiled anyway. You knew him well enough.

As the tournament got closer. Rin disappeared. No calls. No walks home. No dates. Because as per the conclusions drawn by him meeting him will distract you.

What you didn't know was that every night after his practice, Rin stopped by your apartment.

He'd leave neatly packed containers outside your door, grilled chicken, vegetables, fruit, electrolyte drinks, protein bars.

Always before you got home.

The first night you wondered who it was.

By the third...

"It's Rin."

Only he would cut fruit into perfectly equal pieces. You texted him.

Thank you for the food.

His reply came almost instantly.

You're imagining things. Fatigue's making you hallucinate. Sleep.

A few days later, you decided to surprise him.

After your own training, you headed to his gym.

Through the glass, you spotted him finishing strength training before moving onto his cool down yoga.

Without saying a word, you rolled out a spare mat beside him.

Rin looked over.

"...What are you doing?"

"Recovery."

A minute later, you copied one of his stretches.

"Wrong."

"Hm?"

He moved behind you.

"Your back."

Large hands settled lightly on your waist.

"Straighten it."

He gently adjusted your posture. His fingers barely touched you. His hair brushed against the side of your neck as he leaned closer.

"Like this."

You suddenly couldn't remember how to breathe.

"Better."

He murmured before stepping away as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, you were still frozen.

On the day of tournament , you searched the crowd while warming up. There sitting quietly with his hands in his pockets was Rin.

The first match ended quickly. The second wasn't as easy.

Your opponent forced you onto the mat, pinning you down for a moment.

Rin's jaw tightened, his fists clenched.

(Get up.)

You escaped.

(Good.)

Final match.

A clean strike caught your ribs. His heartbeat quickened despite himself. He trusted you that wasn't the problem.

The problem was watching you get hurt. Then you reversed the position.

The referee raised your hand. Gold.

Rin finally let out the breath he'd been holding.

You found him outside once the crowd had settled.

"I won."

"I know."

Before you could say anything else, his hands were already checking your arms.

Your shoulder. Your wrist.

"...Does this hurt?"

"No."

"And this?"

"I'm fine."

"I knew you'd win."

You blinked.

"...Really?"

"I wouldn't have come otherwise."

It sounded so like him that you couldn't help smiling.

"You trust me that much?"

" What kind of crappy question is that?"

He rested a gentle kiss against your forehead. His fingers slipped between yours naturally, squeezing your hand as though he'd wanted to do it all week.

You stared at him with wide eyes. Only then did he notice people walking past.

"...Isn't that Itoshi Rin?"

"Wait, Blue Lock's Rin?"

A faint blush reached the tips of his ears. Without letting go of your hand, he tugged you closer as he began to move past everybody.

"Q-Quiet looking at me like that."

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Itoshi Sister x Isagi

You always thought you understood your brothers. Sae chased soccer and Rin chased Sae. Somewhere between those two things you disappeared completely.

The U20 match was over. Everyone was celebrating except the things were different at itoshi household.

You stared at your phone for what felt like the hundredth time.

Sae – Last message sent 7:42 PM.

Read.

No reply.

Another message.

"Are you okay?"

Read.

Nothing.

Meanwhile Rin at home has isolated himself in his room. Ever since the match ended, it felt like he'd built another wall. He'd lost. Not the match but his chance to beat Sae. You knew how much that meant to him.

The apartment was painfully quiet. Usually he would be drinking water in the kitchen after training or silently eating whatever you made. Sometimes he'd complain.

"It's cold."

"It's too salty."

Yet he'd always finish the plate, but now he wouldn't even look at you. By evening you couldn't take it anymore, everything felt so quiet that you decided to go out for a walk. You kept replaying the match. Rin's face after the final whistle. The way Sae walked away. The way neither of them had looked for you afterward.

"...You?"

Blue eyes widened in surprise.

"Yoichi?"

He slowed to a stop.

"I thought it was you."

You forced a smile.

"...Hi."

He studied your face for only a second before his expression softened.

"...Want to walk together?"

Neither of you spoke at first however the silence was not awkward as it was home.

Eventually Isagi spoke.

"…You're worried about them."

"...is it that obvious?"

"A little."

"...Sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?"

You looked down.

"I feel like I'm making this about me. I should just let them be...but they won't even look at me anymore."

Isagi stopped walking. You did too.

"I know Rin. He pushes everything away even things he actually cares about."

"...You really think he still cares?"

"Of course, he does. If he see me here with his dear little sister he will kill me right here.

A tiny laugh escaped him.

"Honestly, I don't think he knows how to deal with emotions in general."

Despite yourself you smiled.

He reached for your hand very carefully, like he was asking permission. When you didn't pull away his fingers intertwined with yours.

"If they won't talk yet I can listen."

Something in your chest finally gave out. You'd spent all day pretending you were okay. Pretending you understood. The first tear slipped out before you could stop it you barely had time to wipe it away before Isagi opened his arms. Waiting like it was your choice.

You stepped forward. The moment your forehead rested against his shoulder everything came out. His arms wrapped around you carefully. One hand rested between your shoulder blades the other stroked your hair.

You tightened your grip on his shirt.

"What about Sae?"

Isagi smiled sadly.

"He's harder to understand."

"But..."

He looked down at you.

"I don't think either of your brothers realizes how lucky they are."

Your face warmed.

"...Don't say things like that."

"Why?"

"You'll make me cry again."

He laughed softly.

"Then I'll just have to keep comforting you."

For the first time that day your smile reached your eyes.

"...You're unfairly nice."

The two of you continued walking side by side. This time your hands never separated.

When a cool breeze made you shiver, he slipped his jacket over your shoulders without saying a word.

At one point, you looked at him and quietly thanked him.

Instead of answering, Isagi leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were red.

"I just..."

"...wanted you to know you're not alone."

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Rin's POV of loving you.

He woke up early as usual, although today was a little different . It was his day off. The one day he could actually see you.

(Being alive already irritates me.)

His thumb hovers over your chat.

Delete.

Type.

Delete again.

What kind of message is he even supposed to send?

"Are you free?"

Too formal.

"Come over."

Too demanding.

"I want to see you."

...

Absolutely not.

Every single time he asks to see you, it's because his schedule finally allows it. Never yours and he hates that. Not enough to stop training but enough for the guilt to settle somewhere heavy inside his chest.

busy today?

He finally decides on a simple and short text to send you.

Your reply comes in seconds.

for you? never :)

His ears feel warm.

"...Idiot."

He's talking about himself.

He's at the spot already, when you see him your face immediately breaks a smile as you approach him.

( How can you look so happy to meet someone like me?)

"...You're late."

( You are not late, I am early.)

You just smile brighter. "Missed you too, Rin."

He turns away so you can't see the color creeping up his neck.

"....Start walking already or I'll just leave you here."

You're half a step behind him. He slows down. He wants to hold your hand. His fingers twitch but he shoves his hand deeper into his pocket. Then you do it for him your hand slips into his pocket finds his clenched fist, pries his fingers open, one by one, and laces them with yours.

He doesn't say anything but squeezes back. Too tight.

( If i were you, I would never be with someone like me.)

Eventually you reached the seaside. You sat facing the ocean, he sat beside you. You were watching the sea and he was watching you.

You kept talking without realizing he hadn't looked away once.

(I love you so much.)

"I think you're actually really kind."

His expression didn't change.

(You only feel that way because you don't know me.)

"You always remember the little things."

( No, I just remember everything about you.)

"You always walk on the side closest to the road. You always make sure I've eaten."

(Because the thought of something happening to you makes me sick.)

"I love it when you give me those sneaky kisses before you go to your matches."

(Can I do more bad things? Can I ruin you until every goodbye feels impossible?)

"I think..."

You looked out toward the horizon.

"...even if we meet again years later, I'd recognize you immediately."

(I'm the one who couldn't forget you for an eternity.)

Then you started talking about something completely unrelated.

A crab. A seagull stealing chips. Whether fish ever got bored.

His eyebrows twitched.

(...Are you a moron? I'm leaving. Just shut up and let me love you.)

Instead it came out as...

"Shut up"

(I did it again. I scared her again. Say something cute.)

"...I'm glad you're not dead."

"..."

You burst into laughter.

"There you are."

"What?"

"My Rin."

"You say the sweetest things in the weirdest way."

He frowned.

( sweet?)

The waves crashed quietly.

"I think we should get married by the seaside one day."

His mind stopped. He didn't think. He just did. He pulled you close, one hand cupping your face, the other gripping your waist and kissed you. He picked you up without breaking the kiss, pulling you onto his lap. His forehead pressed against yours.

"Tell me I'm not the only one drowning in your love." 

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Testing if the blue lock boys melt into your kiss

where they stood still with their arms outstretched as you stepped closer, determined to see if they will melt into your kiss.

ft. isagi, nagi, sae, rin, kaiser.

ISAGI YOICHI.

He's already standing as you directed him to. Smiling nervously, ears already turning pink.

"Okay, so I just stand here? This is… okay."

You step in closing the space , your mouth meets his, tongue sliding past his lips, and the noise he makes is half gasp, half groan. His arms drop instantly, one hand fisting the back of your shirt, the other cupping your jaw, and he kisses you back with raw hunger. The kiss deepens as his knees go weak and he simply sinks. He pulls you down with him, dropping to his knees and taking you into his lap. His hands are everywhere your waist, your thighs, your face like he needs to feel all of you at once. He’s kneeling on the floor with you straddling him, a moan spilling into your mouth when your fingers thread into his hair.

He breaks the kiss just enough to gasp against your lips.

“I..yeah. I melted. On the floor. You win.”

His arms are now embracing you and he has no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

NAGI SEISHIRO

His arms are out, but they’re already drooping, and he’s staring at you with a lazy look.

“This is such a pain. My arms are going to fall out"

You kiss him. Deep, before he could take his long lazy sigh.  There’s a pause a blink and then something shifts. His arms drop and suddenly he’s locked in. His hands grip your waist, and with zero effort, he lifts you. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, ankles locking at his back, and he holds you up like you weigh nothing. His mouth never leaves yours. The kiss turns slow, consuming, tongue sliding against yours, exploring every angle as he carries you a few steps without breaking the kiss. One hand across your back, the other under your thigh.

He pulls back to whisper against your lips.

“Mm. That was worth the effort.”

ITOSHI SAE

His arms are extended but his is face is still unreadable, his eyes are fixed on you with a intensity.

“You’re aware this is absurd. Count me out.”

You grab the front of his jacket, pull him down, and kiss him like you’re trying to crack ice. Tongue against his, demanding. His arms lower slowly, deliberately, his hands on your waist which then slide lower. He pulls your hips against him, fingers pressing in with quiet ownership, and then he bends you. One hand on your back, the other tilting your head back as he deepens the kiss. He leans over you, bending you backward in his arms like you’re surrendering to gravity and he’s the only thing holding you up. He breaks the kiss with his lips still brushing yours.

“You melted. I simply....accommodate”

But his hand trembles against your back, and he doesn’t let you go.

ITOSHI RIN

His arms are out but he looks as if he's dying, fists already clenched, jaw so tight the muscle jumps. He won’t look at you.

“Just get it done already.”

You kiss him with teeth and tongue. His arms snap down, hands grabbing you , one fisting your hair, the other gripping your thigh and before you can process it, he’s lifted you onto the nearest surface. A table. A desk. You don’t know. You don’t care. He steps between your legs, your thighs bracket his hips, and he kisses you. Tongue sliding against yours, messy and desperate, teeth dragging on your lower lip. He cages you in, hands planted on the surface on either side of your hips, leaning over you, body pressing you down until you’re half-lying back and he’s bent over you, devouring you like the beast he is.

He tears his mouth away, panting, forehead pressed to your collarbone. "…This is your fault."

And yet he is still clinging to you.

MICHAEL KAISER

He's standing like he's posing, grinning looking down at you.

"You're actually thinking i'll react. Adorable."

He's still grinning when you step forward. He's still grinning when you put your hands on his chest. And he's still grinning, just barely, when you press your lips to his.

Soft. That's what breaks him. Your mouth moves against his with a tenderness he doesn't know how to defend against, and the grin dies. For three heartbeats he doesn't kiss back. He just takes it the gentleness, the care.

However, he can't let you see that you've undone him with a soft kiss. So he spun you around. Your palms meet the nearest wall, then he's behind you. One hand finds your thigh, thumb stroking a slow, soothing circle. The other slides up the curve of your spine, tracing every with a gentleness that contradicts everything he's about to do. His fingers reach your jaw. He grips it firm and turns your head to the side to kiss you.

It's devastating. His mouth slants over yours from behind, tongue sweeping in with desperation, and this angle means you can't kiss him back you can only take it. He sets the pace with his tongue, as he also gently strokes your thigh and back. The contrast is maddening.

When he finally breaks the kiss, his lips drag along your jaw to your ear.

"…Don't turn around yet. I'm not done falling.

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Kaiser x Reader.

You were rushing down the corridor, clipboard clutched to your chest, already late for Noa's meeting, until a hand shot out, grabbed your arm and yanked you inside the locker room.

The door slammed shut and Kaiser's mouth was on you instantly. His tongue pushing past your lips and his body pressing you hard against the door. You made a muffled sound of protest, hands pushing at his chest, but it was useless.

"Missed this." 

His hand found the doorknob behind you, gripping it tight. His other hand slid down fingers digging into your hip. Then lower, gripping your thigh.

"K-Kaiser, I'm late.."

"Don't care."

He lifted your leg. Higher. Until it hooked over his shoulder. Your back arched against the door, a gasp escaping your lips that he swallowed with another kiss.

He stepped closer, pressing in until there was no space left between your bodies. Your leg on his shoulder trembled.

"Someone will find out."

You whispered even as your fingers tangled in his blonde hair.

"So?"

He said as he kissed your jaw.

"So, I'll get fired kaiser, they will remove me from the nel!"

He pulled back to look at your face, then kissed your forehead.

"Then quit"

"What"

"Leave this shitty manager job, I'll take care of you"

"It's not shitty. It's my career."

"You know what's shitty?" This. Hiding. Waiting."

"Then stop."

"No"

He grinned.

"Say you'll leave."

"I won't."

He bit your lower lip.

"Fine. We'll play this game a little longer."

He kissed your neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark you'd have to cover tomorrow. 

He lowered your leg slowly, letting your body slide against his as it came down. Fixed your collar with careful fingers. Picked up your fallen clipboard and pressed it into your trembling hands.

"Then see you tomorrow at same time, little manager"

The next day, you were discussing something with isagi on the training field. When you felt it. A stare burning into the side of your face.

You didn't need to look. You knew.

Kaiser was across the field, leaning against the goalpost with his arms crossed. His eyes were on you. The memory of yesterday flooded your body. Isagi was talking but now you couldn't hear him at all.

Kaiser smirked. His fingers tapped his own neck, right where he'd left that mark on you. The one you'd covered with three layers of concealer this morning. He was taunting you. Daring you to react.

Isagi frowned.

"Are you okay? You look flushed."

"Y-Yeah. Just hot. The sun."

Later, in the afternoon you were passing by the storage room when you got yanked inside again.

The door clicked shut. A palm clamped over your mouth.

"Shh."

 His chest pressed against your back. 

"Ness is right outside, Stay quiet."

Your eyes went wide. You could hear Ness now, his voice bright, asking someone if they'd seen Kaiser. His footsteps echoed on the tile. Getting closer.

Kaiser's free hand went inside your shirt. His fingers were cold against your stomach and you flinched. Then higher, until he was cupping your breast through your bra. You whimpered against his palm. His fingers squeezed and your knees buckled.

"I said quiet." 

"Kaiser? Are you in there?"

Ness was right outside the door.

kaiser unclipped your bra with one hand. His palm met bare skin and you bit your own tongue to keep from moaning. He kneaded slowly, thumb brushing over the sensitive spot, and your head fell back against his shoulder.

"Answer him."

Kaiser whispered and then removed his hand from your mouth.

You cleared your throat.

"I-He's not here. I'm just looking for something."

"Oh, okay. Tell him I'm looking for him if you see him!"

You could hear the footsteps fading away.

 He sucked a mark below your ear.

"Keep talking. I like it."

His fingers then went beneath your waistband. You gasped, back arching against his chest as his three fingers moved slowly on your clit while his lips on your neck.

"You know what's really shitty? That I have to wait until tomorrow to have you again."

His fingers moved faster. Your hand flew up, gripping his hair, pulling a groan from his throat.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Your legs were beginning to give up.

You shattered against him, biting your lip. His free hand clamped over your mouth. His chest stayed pressed to your back, holding you up as you trembled.

"That's my girl."

He kissed your temple. He pulled his hand away, turned you around to face him. Already adjusting his jersey like nothing happened.

"This hiding thing is shitty, but you make it worth it."

You grabbed his wrist before he could walk away.

"Wait."

"What? Need more already? So greedy."

"Stop asking me to leave my job."

"Then stop giving me reasons to ask."

"I'll block you."

"What?"

"If you say that again, I'll block you"

"Fine."

He grabbed your chin, tilted your face up, kissed you hard.

"I won't ask again. For now."

"For now?"

"Don't push your luck." He released you, stepping toward the door. 

"You are lucky, because I'm in love with you."

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hi, i hope you liked it.

Sure!

Reader x Hugo.

Sometimes you wonder if you take up too much space.

The way your hands flap before you even notice you're doing it. How you get on your toes when talking about something you love, only to suddenly stop halfway through because

"Can you calm down?"

You've heard it before.

"You're a little intense."

"You're so loud."

Eventually, you start apologizing before anyone even has the chance to complain.

Except...

Hugo never does.

One day you were explaining why sea creatures are actually adorable.

"...I'm talking too much again, I'm sorry..."

You always expect the familiar sigh.

However hugo looks at you utterly confused.

"But you're not finished."

You blink.

"...What?"

"The octopus."

"...You remembered that?"

"Of course."

"You... were listening?"

He smiles , warm enough to melt every anxious thought in your head.

"Ma chérie..."

He reaches for your hand, turns it over carefully.

One kiss lands against your fingertips.

Another on your knuckles.

Then the back of your hand.

"I always listen."

Your interests often change faster than the seasons.

One week, it's marine biology.

The next, astronomy.

Then medieval history, the castles, the queens.

One evening you spent an entire hour talking about ancient architecture with hugo.

A few days later he's at your door holding a bouquet of white lilies. The moment your eyes meet his, he places the bouquet in your hands.

"They reminded me of you."

"They're beautiful... Thank you".

"Would you let me take you on a date?"

Your heart skips.

"A-A date?"

"A proper one."

You can't help but smile.

"I'd love to."

"Thankyou, you just made my week."

It wasn't a typical date in a fancy cafe. It's in an old palace.

The moment you step inside your eyes lit up.

"This place was renovated in the seventeenth century look at those windows!!"

You hurry a few steps ahead before stopping beneath an carved ceiling.

Your finger lifts toward the stonework high above.

"I wish I could show you exactly what I mean..."

Without interrupting your sentence, Hugo quietly walks behind you.

One hand settles against your back, his other hand gently finds yours.

"There?"

He guides your finger toward the exact carving you're trying to point out.

His thumb brushes over your knuckles while you excitedly explain every little detail.

He's barely looking at the ceiling.

Instead, he's watching the way your eyes sparkle, the way your smile was growing brighter.

He thinks he could spend the rest of his life following your finger from one thing to another.

Hours pass without either of you noticing. When it was time to go back it started raining.

Your first instinct was to save your notes.

Before you can panic , Hugo is already taking off his trench coat. He drapes it over both of you, pulling you close beneath it.

You don't run to find a shelter. There’s nowhere to go.

You just stand there in the rain, pressed together beneath his coat while the world around you rushes.

"Hugo..."

He doesn’t answer.

His hand slides to your jaw, tilting your face up.

And then he kisses you, deep.

The rain keeps falling. People keep moving. The world keeps going. But under his coat, it’s only you two.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.

"I was waiting for this.."

Over the next few weeks you notice he always carries around an empty book which he apparently pretends to read.

One morning when you were in his apartment . You were looking for something on his table when that book slips open.

The first page reads:

Things She Loves.

You turn another page.

History.

Beneath it are pages and pages of little notes.

"Favorite palace so far..."

"Never carry an umbrella it will ruin everything."

"Bring water. She forgets to drink when she's excited."

You turn another page.

Marine Biology.

Stars.

Things That Overwhelm Her.

Every interest you've ever mentioned. Every tiny detail.

Documented carefully. A new page added almost every night.

Meanwhile...

Hugo is halfway through football practice when his phone vibrates during the water break, he glances down at the screen.

A message from you.

You: I love you. Come home soon? I owe you a lot of kisses.

He slips his phone back into his pocket, but not before sending one quick reply.

Hugo: Five more minutes, then I'm all yours.

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Hi, sorry it took me a lot of time.

Lowkey missing the time when rin had that water aura when he was the pupeter of the field. I am so tired seeing him gettin downplayed like this everytime wish we could see some character development arc of him or something like that. I guess it will be hard time being rin's fan but I'll always love him nevertheless.

Hi everyone, I'm on vacation as soon as I get back I'll start working with all the requests.

See you soon!

Sure!

Sae x reader.

Sae was already on his knees when you enter the room. His hands are bound behind his back, wrists tied firm with a silk cord you chose yourself. A blindfold covering his sharp teal eyes.

You stop directly in front of him.

"You were a full day late, Sae."

His jaw tightens.

"You didn't call. You didn't text. You just showed up twenty-four hours later like it didn't matter. Did it not matter?"

His head tilts down, just slightly.

"It mattered."

"Then why were you late?"

His bound hands, fingers curling into fists.

"I was... busy."

You crouch down, close enough that your breath is over his cheek. He flinches, just barely.

"Now you're here. Blind. Tied. On your knees. Do you understand why you're in this position?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

The pride in him is a living thing. But he's still here. Still kneeling.

"I'm here because I was late. A full day. I made you wait. This is my punishment."

"Good."

You straighten and step closer until your bare knee nearly touches his lips.

"Now start. Kiss. Right here."

Blind and bound, he leans forward, searching. His lips find the side of your knee. The first kiss is barely there. The second presses harder, warmer.

"Higher."

He shuffles on his knees, mouth trailing up your thigh.

"This is for making me wait"

You say while threading your fingers into his hair.

"Keep going. Higher."

He reaches your waist, lips dragging, tongue flicking out once like he can't help himself. You lift your shirt, guiding him. He follows pressing open-mouthed kisses up your stomach, your ribs. Each kiss feels like an apology.

"Higher."

His mouth reaches the curve of your breast. He stops. Even blindfolded, you can see the flush spreading down his neck.

"I didn't tell you to stop, did I?."

He kisses, licks, sucks like he's trying to erase every hour of waiting. His bound hands strain behind him. He wants to touch you. He can't. That's the point.

You pull the blindfold off.

That sharp, arrogant gaze is still there but it's crumbling.

"You were a day late,"

You whisper, cupping his jaw.

"Do you think one round of kissing makes up for that?"

"No. Let me make it up. Please."

The word please from Sae Itoshi, the genius, is rare. You smile and untie his wrists just long enough to pull him onto the bed. Then you bind them again above his head, and he lets you.

"You're going to make up for every single hour you made me wait. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now touch me."

You release his wrists one final time, and his hands fly to your waist, gripping hard. He pulls you down against him, mouth finding yours in a kiss that's all hunger and regret.

And for the rest of the night, he doesn't stop apologizing.