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hiii im charlotte ୨ৎ my pronouns are she/her. rn im mainly writing for project sekai and blue lock. im very multifandom!! my account on ao3 and wattpad is @/thelocal_simp. my dms and inbox are also open for anyone wanting to gossip n fangirl!! im a shifter too guys so yall can yap ab ur drs w me. genuinely request anything and ill try write it.

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[lushbunsss]

since hugo has an older sister, (ASSUMING SHES LIKE 1-2 YEARS OLDER) can i req a smau where we’re her best friend but also think hugo is lowkey cute and we also caught his attention

texts with best friend’s brother!hugo

content + warnings — reader and hugo fancy each other and his poor older sister has to deal with your bs. reader is meant to be 1-2 years older than hugo bc she's friend's w his older sister. mind you we have no info about her so this is potentially ooc. mentions of alcohol. this includes hugo's + reader's pov. gs = hugo's pov. mc = reader's pov.

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[neeeooon]

HIIHIIIIII i love ur writing and hc's smmm

can i request a pt.2 of 🍒's or 🍑's for bunny, kaiser, ness, hiori, hugo, loki, and aged up charles?

mainly bunny hugo and loki though

sorry if thats too many characters 😭😭

i’m so glad ppl like pt 1 yes tyyy 😭🫶

the greater boobs v butts debate

bf bllk x afab reader. just characterizing crack headcanons. cw! suggestive content/discussion, opinions

bunny iglesias

-> i had a hard time with this cast tbh they are all suitable for both 😭 however, since it’s a debate, i’ll put bunny on the butt side

-> he loves boobs don’t get me wrong. the reason he prefers butts is because he can more acceptably touch you there in public :)

-> also, jumping with boobs hurts! you’ll typically grab your chest when you workout together, so he’ll make sure to “spot you” from behind. it’s a love that grew over time

michael kaiser

-> he is a boob man but he can appreciate a butt as well

-> the reason i settled on boobs is because i keep thinking back to that manga panel where he grabs yoichi by the chin. he would do that to you just to be a perv and look down at your cleavage

-> i have a habit of linking kaiser to angst scenarios in my head and i’m gonna do that again. i think he lacks maternal and female figures in his life (mommy issues) and really appreciates laying his head on your chest

alexis ness

-> another one that can go both ways.. but i have to say boobs

-> he has a lonely/sad face fetish which may not seem like it relates to boobs over butt BUT IT DOES kinda

-> you’re both lonely. you enjoy each others presence. you enjoy hugs and those weird forehead touches where your chests press together. his hands will typically rest on your waist since he’s too nervous to ever travel lower, but he can’t avoid the press of your boobs against his chest. need i say more

hiori yo

-> boobs and i feel terrible for his reasoning trust

-> so. we all know how his fetish is crippled girls right? i feel that since a lot of crippling illnesses and diagnosis effect the legs, his type would be sitting a lot. ygwim?

-> he comes off a sweet guy but we can’t forget he’s tall and freaky. it’s pretty likely that he’s taller than you, so he’ll be the type to hover over you offering his help (ex: grabbing something from the top shelf) when really he just wants an excuse to look down his lovely gfs shirt 😊

vivian hugo

-> boobs!

-> idk he seems like an elegant guy and just the aesthetic around low-cut necklines and lacy bows seems to fit him quite nicely 😊

-> i think he’d enjoy admiring your chest, especially when you get home for the day and prop a book on them after getting comfy…

julian loki

-> butt!

-> he likes how meticulous it is and that it can change, which may sound weird, but hear me out

-> boobs can grow and shrink depending on appetite and lifestyle, but the changes are very slight. butts on the other hand can develop much more rapidly and can also become defined and other sciencey stuff i don’t understand. my point is, he enjoys watching your butt shape out

charles chevalier

-> i almost said boobs again but after thinking on it i think he leans more towards butts. literally

-> he also seems like the clingy type, but i feel like unlike hiori who gets close to look close, charles gets close to feel close ?

-> enjoys the feel of your back against him. not even in a completely sexual way either, i think he just likes how you fit warmly against him and will always take any excuse to squeeze you from behind and cover the side of your face in kisses

[bllkho]

your special place with rin itoshi 𐙚

before everything went down, rin was your best friend. well, maybe a little more at some times, but still.

since childhood, you two were stuck together. you were neighbours, and your parents were friends which led to you two having to be friends too.

the first time you met as two 6-year-old children, he was awkward, hiding behind his mother's leg while only one of his teal eyes peeped out from behind her thigh, just to catch a glimpse of you.

you were more bold, your hands on your hips as you smiled. his brother, sae, seemed okay with being friends with you. once sae hung out with you, rin started to come along too. rin loved his brother. and if his brother was friends with someone, and seemed to like him, rin wouldn't mind being friends with that someone too.

which is how you two became closer.

one day, you wanted to hang out with sae and rin but sae was sick. but rin still wanted to hang out with you despite his brother not coming with him.

at age 10, both of you were going to the park down the road, laughing together on the swings, playing with his action figures.

it was fun.

sometimes you went through the bushes to the lake, sitting beside him on the dock and feeling the wind in your hair.

"this should be our special place." you said happily, looking around the secretive area.

"hm, sure." rin mumbled, also observing.

time flew by and you were in university. you remained friends, but one night together in his room led to another and many more. no feelings attached. but for you, it felt like something more.

nights when his parents weren't home. sae was in spain, so the house was quiet.

just two young adults stressed with life and needed some sort of release.

but tonight was different.

you panted and huffed as he collapsed beside you, your bodies slick with sweat, the sheets a mix of your scent and his cologne.

you sighed, staring at the ceiling.

"rin?"

"yea?"

"i need to tell you something important."

rin paused, eyebrows furrowing.

"what is it?"

your eyes grew glossy, not wanting to look at him.

"i'm... moving."

silence.

"what?"

"don't make me say it again."

rin sat up slowly, some sort of emotion flashing across his face.

sadness? anger? it was hard to read rin out of the corner of your eye.

that night was quiet.

more quiet than his parents and sae not being home.

he cleaned you up tenderly.

he didn't talk much.

you told him to call you.

then he sent you back to your house.

it wasn't like you two were breaking off anything.

you still had remnants of friendship left.

at least you thought.

the day you left, you didn't see rin. only his parents.

they were sad, saying rin didn't come out of his room. and then a large wave of sadness hit you as you got into the car.

a year into settling into your new home, you tried to text rin.

"hey, would you want to meet up some time?"

nothing came back. you were confused.

why would rin not respond? you sent him some texts over time. no response to every single one.

which is when you realised he blocked you.

you checked social media, only to realise he blocked you there too. your throat was tightening each time you refreshed his page.

"user not found."

and when scrolling on your feed, you found out in the worst way possible.

a head of familiar hair, the same clothing style, the same stance. his arm was wrapped around the girl's waist, leaning close.

rin had a fucking girlfriend.

which is why he blocked you on everything possible.

you were angry, sad, jealous even? how could he not tell you.

the whole friends with benefits thing made it awkward, which was reasonable, but he didn't have to go as far as to block you?

another year passed and you moved on. little things would come remind you of rin though.

a familiar scent when you walked through crowds, which made you look around like a lost puppy. once you caught yourself doing that, you internally smacked yourself.

walking around the city and seeing a shop with a display mannequin wearing a long sleeve turtleneck he used to wear constantly.

it made your heart pang.

you missed all the years you could have spent with rin, the ones where maybe you could become something more than just two childhood friends treating the most intimate moments as just something to brush off.

of course, you had your own hookups here and there, but nothing would compare to rin. and that made you angry.

why did everything have to connect to him? it just ruined everything.

another year went by and you graduated, now you were searching for a job.

that's when an office offered you a position as a clerk. it was a hard, but stable job, and the office was located 30 minutes away.

and it was close to your old home.

which meant it was close to rin itoshi's home. if he even lived there still.

you pushed that thought aside, accepting the job.

you met new people, made new friends and actually enjoyed your job. memories with rin started to slip your mind little by little as life moved on.

now you were 24, earning great income and enjoying your life without rin.

until, one office break, you were sitting with your co-workers in the break room, the tv on.

you never paid attention to the tv, only this time, your co-workers seemed intrigued with what was on the screen.

a soccer game. more so the highlights, but still.

the score was 3-0 already, and despite that, the team that was winning still seemed like they were about to score even more goals.

everyone held their breath as a man approached the goal with the ball, dribbling past players and charging through.

the room echoed with cheers as he scored, making the score 4-0.

only then when there was a close up of the man did you gasp.

rin itoshi.

you stood frozen in place as you stared at the screen helplessly.

"you okay?" one of your friends poked your shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

you quickly snapped out of it and nodded.

"yup, im going to get air."

"wait, at this time? be careful!"

but it was futile as you were already out the door.

rin.

rin itoshi.

those memories which faded over time came rushing back, flooding your brain.

over 4 years, the hurt still remained and you could never get rid of it. it was a recurring feeling.

tears pricked at your eyes as your legs carried you to that place.

the special place.

you trudged through overgrowth, seeing that the dirt path still remained.

taking off your heels, you walked through, finding yourself at the dock which looked relatively stable, so you sat on the edge and stared at the sunset.

despite hating him, rin itoshi was a part of your life and you couldn't get rid of him.

memories all the way from a decade ago resurfaced.

when you hurt yourself in the playground and he carried you on his back.

when he went with you to the dance in high school because you didn't have a date.

all the nights you shared together.

it's said that soulmates have an invisible thread that keep them linked together. one that can't be cut. it can be pulled to a great extent. but it can't be destroyed. that thread was tied around your pinky. and—

crack!

your head perked up immediately as a branch snapped behind you. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as the footsteps grew closer.

he sat beside you on the edge of the dock, also staring at the sunset.

that invisible thread was tied around his thumb.

a tear spilled down your cheek.

the thread always had a way of bringing you two back together.

as you wept he shifted closer.

"i'm sorry."

"for wha—"

"leaving you all those years. blocking you."

you were angry. but you let him finish.

"every day of my life, i've thought of you. i didn't want to live a life where you would disappear. the day you moved i couldn't face you. i was pathetic."

he paused.

"i believe you found out i had a girlfriend one year."

you nodded, unable to speak.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you, i blocked you because i didn't want to face the fact that i..."

you looked at him, seeing the darkness beneath his long lower lashes.

"i love you."

your eyes widened. he didn't say loved.

"rin?"

"i still love you."

one apology cannot fix everything that happened over 4 years, but with time, love can rekindle.

that day you didn't forgive rin just yet, but you talked for a while.

he broke up with his girlfriend after four months.

it was short-lived because you were always on his mind.

you ended up talking about your hookups because you didn't have a love life when he ws gone. it was weird to admit, but at least it was out there.

as the sun set, you smiled a little. it felt nice to feel like a 10-year-old again when you didn't have a care for anything in the world.

rin still felt guilty, but he wanted to make everything up to you. whether that be through your hatred or disappointment, he just wanted you.

to be fair, not all relationships are perfect. sometimes there's small bumps to overcome. hills. for you two it felt like mountains.

but it was alright in the end. and that's all that mattered.

𐙚

"wow, that's dramatic," sae mumbled at the dinner table, chewing thoughtfully.

after sae and rin made up, it was agreed he'd be invited over to you and rin's apartment for dinner. your wedding band glinted in the light and you chuckled.

sharing your getting-together story with sae was awkward because he didn't talk until the very end.

"whatever, you can't be talking," you rolled your eyes, finishing off your food.

sae narrowed his eyes but didn't comment. after all, he had been in certain situations himself.

"never knew my brother could pull it off in the end, huh?" sae took a direct jab at rin, raising his eyebrows.

"shut it," he snarled, his hand on your thigh under the table.

their rivalry still existed, but at least it was kept under control.

you placed your hand over rin's, stroking his knuckles softly.

he seemed to calm down in an instant.

"anyway, what about you and that pink-antennae guy?" you probed sae.

"no."

"no?"

a/n: shucks i know the apology was vague and not very grovelling but you get the gist guys 🥹 requested by @cuddycandle

[bloomflix]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ it's obvious how bunny and sae are rivals… their current competition? who pleasures you, sae’s “cute little girlfriend”, the best

sae doesn’t know why he agreed in the first place; the moment he brought it up to someone who wasn’t bunny, that he had a girlfriend, bunny just had to intervene, saying “she’s out of your league,” in the most annoying tone. sure, sae was annoyed, but thinking about the fact you were going to have a date later on cheered him up.

then one thing turned into another, and he suddenly found himself competing with bunny to see who would make you cum harder, faster. so there you were—in between your boyfriend and his biggest rival.

"mmph sae...baby, you feel so good—!" you gasped, loving the way sae was feeling up on you. his arms were around your waist as your back was further pushed against his muscular chest. quiet, low moans slipped from your boyfriend's lips the faster he fucked you on his lap. your hips rolled against sae's as his cock pistoned into you and pummeled your g-spot with ease the more bunny made his presence noticeable. 

"damn itoshi, what a cute little girlfriend you have there." your eyes narrowed at bunny, standing in front of you with his arms crossed and an evident tent in his boxers. sae scoffed before grabbing your chin with his free hand and kissing you intensely like he had something to prove, all the while his cock disappeared in and out of your cunt, clamping down.

“i’d brag about her too with the way she’s so pretty taking cock.”

to see your boyfriend so mad…you couldn’t lie about the fact that it turned you on.

sae was usually sensual, gentle even, but now? it felt almost exhibitionist to be fucking like bunnies (no pun intended) in front of his biggest rival.

his nimble, slim hand grabbed at one of your breasts, his index and thumb rubbing your nipples and feeling the supple skin as he continued kissing you, and when you let go, you felt delirious.

“‘m gonna cum, sae—fuck, you make me feel so good!” your voice hit an octave you didn’t even think was possible, the more your boyfriend’s cock hit your g-spot in the specific way he had you.

“come undone for me, lovely,” he groaned, holding eye contact with bunny as his pace quickened and the tighter he held you as you bounced on his cock vigorously. “yeah, baby; such a good girl for me, yeah?”

you said his name as if it was a prayer, feeling your cunt twitch against his cock and your skin becoming feverish and slippery the more you moved yourself on him. his wet thrusts became sloppier—more erotic, and you felt white covering your vision and a scream escaping your lips as your arousal gushed out around his cock as ropes of his cum filled you after.

you felt your legs shake, your cunt swollen and filled in an instant, and your tears blurring your vision as your breathing was attempting to slow down. sae was gentle, lifting you from him onto the cum-soaked sheets.

you turned your head slowly, looking at bunny, who let out a light laugh at your pathetic sight. "quítate [get off] ; my turn now."

your chest heaved up and down, your lashes batting continuously and hole twitching in anticipation and post-orgasmic relief. your hooded eyes followed him walking towards the bed and taking off his shirt smoothly.

“hi baby, think you can be a good girl for me too?” bunny mused, his hand resting on your sore hip and his thumb rubbing your soft skin.

the bed was weighed down by your head, and you looked up to see sae, holding his still-hard cock in his hands and rubbing it slowly. your voice squeaked ever so slightly as sae caressed your face so gently. your lips brushed his angry, leaking mushroom tip as you took it in your mouth, the salty taste of his pre greeting your tongue.

meanwhile, bunny grabbed at you with such force, you knew you were going to have bruises. you exhaled sharply as you felt bunny tease your slit with his erect cock already dripping in pre-cum and your arousal. it was mean...rough, even; it was the complete opposite of sae, whose breathing became shaky again the moment your mouth suctioned onto his sensitive cockhead. your cunt twitched—it ached—for bunny to do something; you almost felt like you were betraying sae.

you whined on his tip, the more bunny’s touches became borderline torturous; intentional. his thumb pressed on your clit roughly and rubbed it in slow circles.

“muñequita, no jodas. por qué escondes esos sonidos tan bonitos que hiciste para el..?" [dollface, stop joking. why hide those pretty sounds you made for him?]

bunny looked up at sae, whose expression was grim and nothing short of pissed off, and slammed into your tight cunt in one squelch!

you screamed and let out a stretched out, muffled moan; the vibrations coming from your throat and your sudden movement caused sae to gasp a little. you grabbed his cock as you licked his shaft and attempted to deep-throat him.

it was downright deplorable, but sae couldn't help but keep staring at the way your cunt swallowed his rival's dick; the way a little bump formed at your abdomen with every harsh thrust and with the way he could hear his cum being pushed back into your pussy. jesus, it was almost hot.

he looked down at your face—your stupid little expression of ecstasy and overstimulation, the more bunny fucked you dumb with literal tears forming in your eyes. it was stupid, but he couldn't deny how hard his cock was getting with your lewd face and the fast way you sucked him off.

“fuuuuck, baby. you gonna come? come around my fucking cock, yeah?” bunny laughed sardonically as his hands roamed on your body and stopped at your breasts. he pinched your nipples hard, eliciting a muffled cry from you. "damn it, preciosa, your legs are fucking shaking."

every word uttered from bunny's lips resembled mockery, and you couldn't get enough. he was like a double entendre, with his sweet honey-like tone, yet the cold and humiliating underlying effect it had on you. "'m gonna c'm—mmph!"

"yeah, preciosa?" [precious] he teased, pushing on your abdomen with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other roughly. "c'mon, baby..."

your choked sobs heightened, and you felt your legs shake as your arousal gushed out of you in a way that you never had done before, all the while bunny continued at his relentless pace that was pushing the bed's headboard onto the wall in a rough fashion. at this point, both men were moving insane, and you could feel them getting close. despite your tears blurring your vision, you could see how sae's balls tensed, how his expression and arms were stiff, and could taste the salty pungency of his cum in your mouth, forcing you to swallow.

your breathing was labored, and your stomach felt hot with ropes of bunny's cum landing on your flushed, bruised skin. you felt your legs still shake and cum still dripping out from your hole.

meanwhile, sae glared at bunny, his face contorting into a deep scowl at the sound of bunny's quiet mocking laughter. "get the fuck out."

bunny smiled, "i knew i would win, anyway!" he put his shirt back on and whistled at you. "let me know when you want some real pleasure again, muñequita, and not some—what do you say? tepid dick."

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a/n: i miss posting for bunny wjbvlweeoubefoq

[if-loves]

only look at me!

// vivien hugo x fem! reader

syn: is it just hugo, or was japan really hot in the summer?

wc: 1850

notes: fem pronouns / fluff / no y/n used / ooc hugo / miscommunication-ish / they're both still stupid your honor / kaiser appearance! / jealous! hugo hehehe / hugo lowk crashes out internally

a/n: happy birthday my silly french boy <3 trust i will write something (separate from dctm-verse) with the new info from vol39

previous series masterlist next

there is never a dull moment working in blue lock. if it wasn't just dealing with teenage boys, then there was also adults like buratsuta who treated you were a dumb girl who couldn't tell left from right, and if it wasn't them, then it was administrative issues. and if it wasn't administration issues, then it was hugo.

you still remember it like it just happened, the smile that felt more like a smirk, the way he gave you his jersey (which you still don't know what to do with), and his eyes when he asked for your number. he hasn't let you forget that one, not with the way he texts you "good morning" and "goodnight" everyday since then without fail. you're a little impressed by his dedication, if nothing else, but you haven't seen him since thanks to the troubles that came with having to oversee just about everything else.

most of you is pretty thankful for it, because hugo does still creep you out, but a little part of you inexplicably wants to see him even if just in passing. it was bad enough that you thought he was pretty after the match, but wanting to see him? you might as well say that you're working for the enemy! you can already see the headline: blue lock team manager caught fraternising with france! selling the national team's secrets?

when the reality was that hugo was the one coming onto you!

whatever, you grumble to yourself, pausing at an intersection. even after all this time of working here, the hallways still confuse you. you look at the map on your phone, something you've made a habit of keeping open after you got lost for the nth time, and scrutinised the passages. where was training room 7…?

"you look a little lost, miss manager." a familiar voice echoes through the hallway, and it makes you sigh with exasperation. unfortunately for you, you happen to know exactly who it is.

behind you stands michael kaiser in all his… well, you would say glory if you were as starstruck as you were when he first came to blue lock, but after dealing with him for those few months, he's more like an annoyance.

"lovely seeing you here, kaiser." your words drip with sarcasm, your face a clear indication that you are less than pleased about his presence.

"you're so cold. and here i thought we were friends?" kaiser teases, throwing his tattooed arm around your shoulders.

"we're about as much as friends as you and isagi are…" you huff, a pleased smile overtaking the frown when you see a dark look cross his face. isagi, you sure have no shortage of people out for your blood…

"anyway, what are you doing, looking so lost in your own facility?" he pointedly ignores the jab, choosing instead to annoy you relentlessly. first hugo, now kaiser, who's next, itoshi sae? all these new gen 11s sure are pain in the asses!

"just trying to find a training room, you know how it goes." you show him the map, pointing at the room. he takes a look, squints, and then looks back at you.

"you know i can't read this, right?"

you look at the map again. it's all in japanese. oh…

"sorry…" and now you're both lost as you try to pull up the map with english. this really is your life, huh?

hugo had just finished some practice with loki and charles in one of the training rooms and stepped outside to refill his water when he heard two voices echoing through the halls of blue lock.

one was undoubtedly yours, he would know it just from the way you breathed, but the other was… male, and unfamiliar.

hugo deduced that it wasn't one of the japan players, you would be speaking in japanese if it was, and the accent from the male didn't sound french, so you weren't speaking to anyone from france, either…

quietly, hugo moved closer to where you and the mystery man were, hiding behind the wall. he could hardly make out what any of you were saying, catching the occasional english here and there, but not enough to understand the context. which, to him, kinda looked like…

no. he doesn't even want to think about it.

still, hugo can't help but take a very long peek at you. your back, and the man as well, was turned to him, his arm slung around your shoulders. upon seeing the blonde and blue strands of hair, hugo instantly knew who you were having this… rendezvous with.

(it should be him right there…!)

michael kaiser, a fellow new gen xi. he's heard of the german, with his strikingly fast swing speed, and hugo begrudgingly acknowledges his aptitude to be a striker. but what he does not acknowledge is how close he is to you.

he grimaces just imagining how close your faces are. your heads are practically touching from how close you're both looking at… whatever it is that you're looking at together, and it makes hugo feel hot.

this heat is vastly different from the one he usually feels with you. it is far from warm and comforting. no, this one feels like a fiery blaze, so much so his hand is holding the poor bottle even tighter than he ever would.

hugo closes his eyes and attempts to calm himself, breathing in, and breathing out. japan sure is hot in the summer, that's probably the reason why he feels like this, not to mention he was just training. yep, definitely the reason he feels like this.

(when he peeks back at you again, the fiery blaze comes back just like it never left.)

"how about i —" you start, but kaiser cuts you off. maybe he could learn a thing or two about listening to others…

"no, we are not telling anyone about this." about what, this rendezvous? hugo hopes, prays, even, that that wasn't what he was referring to. it couldn't be, right? surely loki and charles would've told him that you were a taken woman, let alone by michael kaiser of all people!

in hugo's little mental breakdown, he fails to process the words that follow after.

"do you want to stay lost forever?"

"no, but i'm not having people find out that i got lost! and this is all your fault, of course."

"what, are they going to leak it to the press that michael kaiser of the new gen xi can't read a map?" there's a short pause where neither of you speak, and then you snort.

"that would be a pretty funny headline, actually…"

hugo just mentally clocked back in and now he's about to clock back out again. what do you mean a funny headline? that yours and kaiser's relationship gets revealed??? he feels so lost.

"what the hell are you laughing at?"

"…nothing. anyway, i think i figured it out. the training room should be just ahead." hugo feels sick. you were going to a training room? with kaiser? just the two of you? just what on earth would you both need to be in the same room for?!

he has to put a stop to this madness. if there's anyone going into any room alone with you, it's him!

but how does he do it without sounding like a weirdo…?

the bottle in his hand makes a small wheezing sound. oh right, what he originally came to do.

hugo straightens his posture and takes a deep breath, before revealing himself from the corner. his steps are just a smidgen louder, boots clacking against the floor, as he walks to the water fountain as casually as he can.

"hey." he nods to you and kaiser, twisting the bottle cap open. you stare at him with what looks like confusion, while kaiser returns the nod. hugo's eyes linger on the arm still on your shoulder. "what are you guys doing in the hallway?"

"we just, uh, happened to see each other and got caught up talking about the neo-egoist league days!" you flounder with a shaky smile, eyes darting between him and kaiser.

hugo gives you a doubtful look.

you fold instantly.

"we're also lost…" kaiser scoffs and rolls his eyes, mumbling something about "folding under zero pressure" under his breath.

"ah, i see." suddenly, hugo's chest feels a lot lighter. he turns the tap off and twists the cap back onto the bottle. "do you need help?"

"i think we're fine… the training room is up ahead, if i'm looking at the map right." you gesture to one of the rooms while kaiser's eyes flit between him and you, arms now crossed over his chest.

"oh, i think i get it." kaiser grins, smirking. you look at him with what might as well be a question mark written all over your face, but all he does is continue grinning, and pats you on the back.

"hmm, i think i'll go on ahead. don't want to be caught getting lost with you again." kaiser turns around to leave, waving off with a flimsy wave of his hand. you're still standing in the same spot, confused and mildly worried about what that pat on your back meant.

hugo stares at kaiser's leaving back. was he that obvious? he thought he was being subtle…

"i'm sure you have training to get back to, uh, vivien, so i'll just go on ahead…!" you try to remove yourself from the situation, but hugo shakes his head in refusal.

"it's fine, i'm taking a break. i'll walk with you so you don't get lost." he leaves no room for argument, already standing next to you, waiting for your next move.

realising that you won't be able to shake him off, you deflate in acceptance and walk toward the supposed training room 7 you've been searching for.

lagging just a few steps behind, hugo watches you walk as though you flutter, like a shy butterfly. ah, he's been trying to find a word to describe you, and just watching you like this, it appears as though it was only waiting for him to make the connection. that's what you are to him — his papillon.

"thank you for coming with me, you really didn't have to…" you start, a nervous smile playing at your lips. your eyes are set on the ground, head hanging low, and hugo thinks you just look so adorable, it makes his chest heat up with the warmth he has come to associate you with.

"it's no problem," he replies, his hand subconsciously finding your chin to tilt your head up so he could see into your captivating eyes.

"and next time, you should let me know when you're lost. i'll come find you no matter where you are, and i'll lead you back to your flower, mon papillon."

(charles and loki had come out to see what was taking hugo so long to refill his water. what they didn't expect was to see him holding your chin like that.

who knew hugo actually had rizz?)

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[lumiambrose]

under hot water ft. Sae Itoshi

・❥・smut mdni poor sae looks so stressed in the shower, luckily for him you know just how to help

the shower is already running when you slip in behind him.

sae doesn't flinch. doesn't turn around. just stands there with his head bowed forward, both hands braced against the tile, letting the water beat down on the back of his neck like it owes him something. steam fills the stall thick and slow. you can see the tension in his shoulders from here, the way they sit too high, too tight, the line of his spine rigid under the hot spray.

you press your chest to his back.

he exhales. just barely. but you feel it.

"rough day?" you murmur against his shoulder blade.

"don't." his voice is low, flat.

you don't push it. you just… stay there. let your palms slide up over his stomach first, feeling the muscle contract under your hands, water-slick and warm. he's beautiful like this, stripped down and quiet, nothing to perform. your fingers trace up his chest, slow, deliberate, no rush at all.

his head dips a little lower.

you press a kiss to the back of his shoulder. then another. then you drag your lips up the curve where his neck meets his shoulder and you feel him go still, that particular kind of still that isn't indifference, it's the opposite.

"i've got you," you say quietly. only for him.

"i know," he says. low. like it costs him something to admit.

your hand slides down.

you wrap your fingers around him slowly, and he's already half-hard, already responding to you before your hand even tightens and you feel the faintest hitch in his chest against your back. you start slow. long, easy strokes from base to tip, thumb tracing the head on the upstroke, and sae's jaw tightens. you watch the tendons in his neck pull taut.

"f…" he starts, swallows it back down.

"let me hear you," you say, right against his spine.

"keep going." rougher now. not a request, not quite. "just like that."

you tighten your grip and he drops his chin to his chest, a quiet sound escaping him before he can stop it. you pick up the pace, just a little, the hot water running over both of you, over your joined hands, and the sounds it makes are wet and obscene and you feel heat coiling low in your own stomach just from the way he's starting to breathe.

his hips shift. barely perceptible. a tiny roll forward into your fist, like he couldn't help it.

"you like that?" you whisper.

"good girl." the words fall out of him quiet and certain, like he's been holding them in his mouth. "you always know exactly what i need."

your breath catches. he feels it, the way your body reacts and something in the line of his back shifts with satisfaction.

you slide your free hand up his chest and press your palm flat over his heart and you feel it, the way it's actually hammering under all that composure, all that cold control he wears everywhere. here. just here, in the steam and the noise of the water, you have all of him.

you work him properly now, rhythm steady, grip firm, and sae's breathing comes apart at the seams. little broken exhales he's clearly trying to suppress, the tension in his body caught between wanting to hold it together and not being able to. his head drops back and rests against yours for just a moment, heavy.

"that's it," he breathes. "right there. don't you dare stop."

you press your lips to his jaw. you would never stop.

"so good to me," he mutters, half to himself, like the words are slipping out past whatever wall he usually keeps up. his voice is wrecked, barely above a rasp. "always so good to me."

something in you melts completely.

his hand comes down and covers yours. not to stop you. just to feel it. his long fingers wrap over your knuckles as you move and he guides the pace, just slightly, pressing your grip tighter, controlling it from underneath, and that undoes you more than anything else he could have done.

his hips are moving with you now, chasing the friction, chasing the heat. you can hear him coming apart in the way his breath fragments into short punched-out sounds, quiet but real. his knuckles go white where he's still braced against the tile with his other hand.

"close?" you breathe.

"yeah." rough. honest. explicit. then, just above a whisper, "don't stop. don't you stop."

you press tighter against his back, your whole body against his, your mouth on his shoulder and you feel the moment it tips. the way his stomach pulls in hard and his thighs go rigid and he comes with a low, muffled sound that he buries into the air in front of him, shuddering back against you, hips stuttering through it. your name, barely shaped, falls out of him on the exhale. you work him through every second, slow and thorough, until his breathing starts to soften and his weight settles back into you properly.

for a while neither of you says anything.

the water runs over you both and the steam sits heavy and the whole world outside this tiled box doesn't exist.

then sae reaches back and his wet hand finds your hip. holds it. doesn't say anything, doesn't look at you, just keeps you there against him. fingers pressing in, certain and deliberate, the way he handles things he intends to keep.

you rest your cheek against the back of his shoulder and close your eyes.

the tension is gone. the line of his spine has finally, finally released. he breathes slow and even now and you breathe with him, matching it. the water runs warm and the steam thickens and sae just stands there holding you in place with one hand like you might otherwise drift away.

he doesn't say thank you. he won't.

but his grip doesn't loosen.

and neither do you.

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[cryopie]

Vivien Hugo and the way he loves 𐙚♡

word count: 835 / Happy Birthdayy beautiful ♡ / I need more content with him

Vivien Hugo and the way he reacts when you try to get him to eat avocado. Looking at the green fruit with a look of pure betrayal, as if you insulted his whole family. He will gently push your hand away, rambling about how it has no taste before leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose and whispering that he'd much rather taste something sweeter—you.

Vivien Hugo and the way he uses his blank pages to admire you. Catching him staring intently at an open book with absolutely nothing printed on the pages, his chin resting in his hand. When you ask him what he's doing, a soft, adoring smile will break across his face as he looks up through his pretty lashes, murmuring that he's just visualizing the exact chapter where his destiny finally walked into his life.

Vivien Hugo and the way his lashes brush your skin during a kiss. Closing his eyes tightly as he pulls you into a slow, deep kiss, the tips of his lashes tickling your cheekbone with every flutter. It's a tiny, delicate sensation that feels so intimate and real.

Vivien Hugo and the way he talks you through it. Whispering a constant, breathless stream of French and English right against your ear. Praise and unfiltered devotion pouring from his lips in a low vibration because he needs you to know how much you consume his mind.

Vivien Hugo and the way he reacts when you kiss him to interrupt his yapping. Eyes widening in sudden surprise before his lips immediately soften into a proud smile against yours, wrapping his fingers around your neck and humming happily into the kiss.

Vivien Hugo and the way he looks at you when you're just being yourself. Watching you do something mundane across the room, a look of pure, quiet realization crossing his face as he walks over to wrap his arms around you for no reason, whispering how lucky he is that the universe chose him to love you.

Vivien Hugo and the way he kisses your temple when you're busy. Not demanding your attention, just needing to touch you. Lingering there with his eyes closed, breathing you in with a soft smile because even when you're not paying attention to him, you're his entire world.

Vivien Hugo and the way he sleeps beside you. Tangling his long legs completely with yours, burying his face directly into your neck with his arm locked around your waist. Sleepily whispering soft, incoherent French endearments against your skin every time you shift.

Vivien Hugo and the way he loves seeing you in the front row of his games. Catching your eye across the pitch to give you a small wink. His entire performance becoming a silent love letter to his destiny.

Vivien Hugo and the way he whispers to you in the early morning. Waking up first to admire you and murmur the sweetest thoughts right against your temple while you're half-asleep, letting his voice be the first thing that wakes you.

Vivien Hugo and the way he looks at you when you wear something he bought, eyes softening into a warm gaze as a proud smile spreads across his lips.

Vivien Hugo and the way he comforts you when you've had a bad day. Pulling you into his lap and resting his chin on your head. Not pushing you to talk, just holding you close while softly rambling about a silly training detail to shield you from your sadness.

Vivien Hugo and the way he kisses your hands. Catching your wrist while you're talking to bring your hand to his lips, pressing slow kisses to your knuckles, palm, and wrist. Looking up through his pretty lashes with a soft gaze, entirely unbothered by the rest of the world.

Vivien Hugo and the way he uses his wealth to show his devotion. Spending hours tracking rare, custom-made pieces that perfectly match you. Tossing the luxury boxes into your lap with a casual laugh, pretending it's not a big deal when he actually spent weeks perfecting it for his muse.

Vivien Hugo and the way he worships you, taking his time to press soft kisses from your collarbone all the way to your lips. Romantically narrating every reaction you have, whispering how much he adores the way your breath hitches when he touches you.

Vivien Hugo and the way he loves your laugh. Being intentionally dramatic or ridiculous just to catch that specific spark in your eyes. Going entirely quiet for a second just to listen to the sound, smiling as he whispers that your laugh is the only thing that makes him feel at home.

Vivien Hugo and the way he pulls you into his lap to talk about your future together. Chin on your shoulder, long arms holding you tight as he murmurs about a house in the French countryside. Speaking as if it's already a reality because he cannot visualize a future without you in the center of it.

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[pyroami]

I TOUCH MYSELF JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU, YEAH

I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.

𝄞 synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.

𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae

𝄞 word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !

𝄞 credits: to @g-gulp for editing, discussing, and making the banner for me! ur so awesome n amazing. other creds to all my irl friends who beta read this...

𝄞 A/N: piggybacking off this post. based off an argument i had w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki! it was amazing!

"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."

"That's not surprising in the slightest."

"What? Hey!"

Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.

Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people — especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.

And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.

He swallowed thickly.

Your legs.

As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of your—

He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.

Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.

Of course, someone like you.

"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they were—all round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."

Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."

"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"

"That is so not funny, Sae!"

"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."

"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rin—"

"You collect figures and manga."

"They're pretty."

"They're anime boys."

"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."

"Tomoe is an anime boy."

"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"

"Hmph. Touché."

When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.

Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.

After all, he was with you.

You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.

Was it?

You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"

"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."

"You just like her cause she's like a cat."

"Meow."

You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."

He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."

"You only like him cause he's pretty."

"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"

You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"

"Not really? What do you think my type is?"

Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."

He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."

You snorted. "...Yeah."

"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."

You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."

You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at you—

"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"

He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"

"Do dicks feel like frogs?"

Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."

"So why did she think it was a frog?"

"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."

You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."

"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."

As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled and—

You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your knees—they were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.

His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"

Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.

You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.

You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.

"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.

Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"

"...What is that supposed to mean?"

Fuck.

He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."

You scowled. "It's how the scene goes—a physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."

"Cause m'not hard, stupid."

But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.

"Pfft— You aren't?"

"Very funny. You're a natural at this."

"At what?"

Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.

So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.

The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.

Shit.

He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"

You paused, eyes blowing wide.

Shit.

The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.

A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was a—"

"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.

He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.

No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.

"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.

He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.

"...What is?"

"Teaching me how to kiss."

Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"

"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.

Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."

"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."

"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."

"Dude, am I that bad?"

Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."

"Then what?"

The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.

Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."

You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."

Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?

Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."

Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favourite—French fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.

But even if he wasn't perfect—nobody was—Sae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.

Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.

One breath.

Then, the second one.

And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.

"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."

You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.

"Okay, I trust you."

His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.

After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.

Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.

One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.

And his lips pressed against yours.

You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.

Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.

Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.

But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmer—needier.

Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.

No, more like on your lips.

"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."

You blinked.

His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.

"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."

A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.

Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.

"Mmm—" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"

You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeah—Sae—it's good. Feels good."

"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"

"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.

One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.

It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so good—so, so good when the sting came from him.

His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.

You moaned quietly. His lips were hot—suffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.

You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.

His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.

"Sae!—"

"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"

A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, y’know…"

"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used to—mirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"

You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But I— It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"

Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.

Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."

He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.

Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.

You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.

Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.

Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.

You frowned. "...Sae."

"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.

"I thought you wanted to."

"...I do."

"Then why are you hesitating?"

"I'm not supposed to touch you like this—"

"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"

"Pfft— You kinda are."

"That's not even true!"

"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."

You bristled. Sweetheart?

"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."

He muttered. "Don't say that."

"Please."

You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.

He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.

"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."

"I—" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."

"Are you sure?"

"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.

"M'sure."

"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."

You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.

Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.

A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.

Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"

The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.

"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."

Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.

"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."

Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.

He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.

You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.

"Sae—" You gasped.

He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."

You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.

"You're wet, aren't you?"

Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"

Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.

"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"

You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."

"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."

"No— I mean, yes."

You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"

He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.

"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."

The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.

"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."

His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.

A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "No—No shit."

He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yours—one stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.

Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!—"

Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."

Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.

"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."

You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.

Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with you—softer with you.

So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?

He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."

It was bewildering.

You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.

"Mm, good."

Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."

His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You're—" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."

You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."

He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"

"Um, yeah? Not really, like this—"

Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thigh—an attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"

"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"

"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."

You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"

"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."

That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.

"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.

You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."

"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."

You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"

"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."

"I have. Just not..."

"Fingering?"

Your ears burnt. "It hurts."

"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."

You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."

"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."

Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"

He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."

His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."

A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."

Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.

"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."

He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"

"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.

"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."

Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."

His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"

His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."

It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.

It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?

His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.

You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."

Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.

Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Ow—"

Sae seared your lips in a fervent kiss—all tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.

"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."

You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."

"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"

Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mm—"

"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."

You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."

"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."

His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.

Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.

You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."

"That's—" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."

Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.

"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you're—"

You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."

He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"

"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"

"Sh— Shut up."

Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.

You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?

"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."

Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"

He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."

"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"

His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.

You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."

"No more?"

"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."

"...You don't need to."

You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."

"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."

You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"

"Eat you out."

"What? Oh my god, that is so—" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"

His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."

"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"

He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.

"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"

You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."

"Isn't that what that is?"

"I don't want you to see me!"

"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."

Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.

"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."

"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.

"Fun."

It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.

Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.

Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.

One breath.

Then, the second.

And on the third, still, nothing came.

"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.

You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.

You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.

Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."

"...What?"

He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."

Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.

"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.

His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ah— t'much!"

Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.

You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"

Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.

"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."

Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!

His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.

Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.

"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."

A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.

"Oh my god—" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"

"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."

Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"

He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."

"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."

Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"

You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."

"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"

"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."

He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"

"H-How is that my fault?"

He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.

And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."

"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."

He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."

You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."

"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."

Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.

"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."

Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.

Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!— This is so embarrassing—"

His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."

"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna die—"

You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsher—needier.

"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."

He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.

Your hand wrings back to grab at him—his shirt, his shoulder—to be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.

He was breathing—panting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my god—Sae!"

Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.

You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?

Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.

"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."

"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."

He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."

You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"

You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"

You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'm—"

He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshly—so harsh you could see stars.

"M'cummin'!"

White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.

But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."

His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"

"Sh— Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."

He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."

"I already told you— I know what that is—"

He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"

"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.

You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.

Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.

He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,

But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.

And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.

And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?

It was.

"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."

"Wha?... Sae. "You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.

"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.

"For me. C'mon."

BONUS!

The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.

"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.

Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.

You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.

"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.

Was it weird to stare?

Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cute—almost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skin—

Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.

And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.

"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.

"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"

He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"

"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."

"Things change."

"Whore."

Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."

You scrunched your nose as he petted your hair—outwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.

"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."

He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."

You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"

"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."

"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.

"You're too old to be doing this."

"We're eighteen, dumbass."

He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."

Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.

pyroami 2026

[yayamrata]

GALETTE DES ROIS

vivien hugo believes everyone's destiny is determined with reason, and yet, he finds himself tampering with fate itself just to see you happy.

a/n: squint and the pie is basically a bday cake... childhood crush trope idk man

The class is very clearly excited— and that's to nobody's surprise, it is the long awaited Pie Day today after all!

A day to celebrate the Twelfth Night after Christmas, but more importantly, to the young and elated children, it's a means of acquiring the status of royalty for the day!

Hugo's blank gaze filters around the classroom with mild intrigue, before it naturally lands on you beside him once more, a habit he's developed awhile back and not yet grown out of.

For as long as he can remember, you've always been a sight for sore eyes.

Warm and shining as you smile, dressed in bright colours that make it hard for him to look away even if your radiance is blinding to his eyes.

You're as pretty as a flower, he thinks, definitely prettier though. And Hugo is a lot like a butterfly, drawn to your devastating sweetness in a way he can't explain with logic.

Hugo doesn't remember the last time he found anything quite as pretty as you, there's even a part of him that thinks he'll never see such a wonderful sight again, but he's not really against it, not when he's more than happy to have your laughter occupy all of his thoughts.

Which is why, he's caught off guard when he doesn't hear the sweet sound of your mirth, but rather, the noise of your deafening silence.

Hugo watches you for a good moment, your slice of pie is left both half eaten and half forgotten in front of you as you squirm in your seat with restlessness. Your attention is completely stolen away, and curious to see what's got you so bothered, Hugo follows your gaze, quickly noticing the cause of your distraction.

It's the kids around you, namely the three who have found the little trinkets in their slices. One's showing hers off to those around her with a proud grin, another is in the middle of being crowned the king of the day, and the last one has their hand up high, fève in the other as they wave the teacher over to show them their find.

The fourth and final figure is in his slice, a discovery that has still yet to be told to the teachers, for the thought of being crowned the king of the day has never excited him much.

That's all the figures, Hugo notes without blinking, glancing back at you like natural instinct, yourself far more interesting than anything else this world had to offer.

The act of finding the little trinkets has always believed to be luck or fortune, though Hugo thinks it's the work fate that decides the results. And fate, is something that is never meant to be altered under any circumstances.

But…

But after seeing your painfully gutting expression — lips wobbling and eyes glazing with unleashed tears, the hope in your eyes slowly fading away, only to be replaced with envy as you tried to collect your shaky breath of disappointment — he finds himself doing something he's never done before.

Vivien Hugo goes against his principles.

The act is inconceivable, he can't believe he's doing something like this, but he has to!

You were about to cry!

And the mere thought of it has his stomach lurch, urging him into motion.

He's reaching out for the little figure in his plate before he can think, and discretely, without alerting you, he's placing it onto your plate.

It's yours now, he thinks after a quiet moment, breath caught in his throat as he replays what he's done. He's changed fate— tampered with it! Hugo has gone against his ideology, something he believes in like the gospel, because it is his faith, it is his religion.

Yet, despite its absoluteness, look at what he has done! The boy has done something so terribly wrong! And he's done it all for you— hoping, praying, that you wouldn't cry.

"M-Miss, sniff, I, I found it…!"

The turmoil that is his thoughts come to a sudden pause when he hears you speak. Your voice is soft, it rings like a sweet lullaby, a noise that has bewitched the boy entirely, his soul and his body.

"That's the last one!" The teacher cheers, a paper crown in her hand as she approaches you.

Hugo's gaze is drawn to you once more, and he watches you from the corner of his eyes, his body frozen still as you bop your head, the tufts of your hair bouncing along.

Your earlier sadness is now nowhere to be found, and relief is quick to bloom within him. At least you no longer look you're about to cry. But the relief is short lived, for what you do next knocks the wind out of him.

You hold the little trinket delicately in your hands, bringing it closer towards you to place a gentle kiss on it — an act of reverence he never would have thought he'd receive form you.

Heat is quick to blossom against his pale cheeks, his eyes growing wide with disbelief as you let out a small titter, one he will most likely play in his mind whenever he has nightmares in the future— because there is nothing quite as pure and comforting as that sound.

The crown is crooked on your head, but it suits you perfectly. And your smile is even more crooked, but it charms him nevertheless. For your happiness is incandescent like that of the sun's, the kind of warmth he's enamoured by.

Hugo can't stop staring at you, he doesn't even blink, fearing that he will miss even a small moment of your radiant beauty otherwise.

"Vivi!

You sing like a hymn as you address him, and he's positive that there are flowers blooming around you when you proudly hold the figure with careful hands. "You have to listen to everything I say now, hehe!"

"Uh, yeah…" He responds to you like a man possessed, guiding your hand with upmost devotion to his pursed lips so he can place a gentle kiss on it. "Yes, your majesty."

You don't even need to be royalty, he thinks, and still, a thousand times over, he will do whatever it is you wish.

Even if it is at the cost of tampering with fate, Hugo has come to the terrifying realisation that he will do it all just to see you smile.

im dead this was supposed to be bday fic but uh... i lwk find those boring to write... thought this idea was cute and had it for a while, its pies which is kind of like cakes? yhhh idekkk

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[j2yin]

👀👀👀👀 i wishhh someone wrote hugo smaus with a fashionista gf that'd be terrrriblee👀👀👀👀 or maybe with a rlly flirty one👀

style ₊⁺ ♡̶₊⁺

hugo meets his new stylist at a brand sponsor, he instantly falls in love and wants to keep in touch with her forever ...

a/n : chat should i make a part 2

©j2yin 2026 - dont copy, steal, or repost ! thank you

[bloomflix]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ first time w/o a condom with bf! bunny…who cums a lot! (and lowk has a breeding kink)

your boyfriend is meticulous, careful with contraceptives in case anything happens. you appreciated his efforts and also kept up with that.

however, after a game with barcha and the usual “walking-into-the-arena-with-a-child” charade, you didn’t know if it was because you were ovulating, but something about your boyfriend handling a child with such care and being so tender to you…

maybe it’s a good idea to skip on it for now.

so when you were grinding against his bare cock and as he reached over the nightstand for a condom, you stopped his hand, much to his confusion.

you quickly pivoted, lips on his neck and arms around him. “baby, maybe we can skip on this…jus' for tonight.” all of a sudden, your boyfriend’s usual lazy and monotonous gaze shifted to one of lust and glee. “no condom, yeah?”

“princesa, are you serious?” he held your face and stared at you like you hung the stars on the night sky yourself. you nodded, and you suddenly got pushed on your back, your legs still wrapped around your boyfriend's waist.

jesus christ, you should have known better. you really should have known better. especially given the fact you’re involved with 1) a new gen 11 player, and 2) a person with an inhumane amount of stamina.

however, you forgot two things about your boyfriend; one was how he stares at you so lovingly every time you’re with your baby nieces and nephews, unaware of how he’s already planning out your future together as parents. what names sound good with ‘iglesias’, how you would look so pretty and pregnant with his babies...bunny could die a happy man.

the second? because you always wear a condom, you didn’t realize how much he tends to cum. even when you do suck him off, you kinda...forgot.

he began aligning his cock to your dripping entrance and pushing with a big squelch!

bunny was big, his cock was big, but it felt like he was bigger the moment he bottomed out in you. he held your hips and raised them with a light smile.

“mira nada más…how cute, pretty,” he said. bunny’s tone was dark, almost demeaning, despite his hand pressing down on your tummy bulge. “gonna make you a mami, yeah?” he muttered. your breathing became shaky as your gaze was glued onto your boyfriend's ravenous look. like he was going to eat you.

you should have known your boyfriend was going to have you in all sorts of positions, and how much he was dripping out of you onto the floor.

so before you could even process, he had you in a full-nelson, your cunt squelching obscenely with every harsh thrust after the nth position he had you in. you’d been at it for what? hours? yet, he couldn’t stop.

“you like that? gonna be such a pretty mami with our babies. vas estar toda embarazada…joder,” he muttered almost like a prayer, slamming you onto his cock with every whine you let out. your head was against his shoulder and you felt limp against his body, which was still fucking going.

you didn’t foresee this at all. your boyfriend’s never even been that vocal during sex yet he’s going on a tangent on getting you pregnant?

“princesa? you still there, baby?” he remarked, a light laugh slipping from his lips at your incomprehensible mumbles.

your gaze was on the ceiling, unaware of how he walked with you towards the bathroom.

“mirate, preciosa. how cute.” your eyes wandered towards the mirror, causing your eyes to widen at the sight of your cunt all filled up with bunny’s cum spilling onto the floor and it lathered on your ass and thighs. your neck was littered with several hickies and love bites that you exhaled sharply in shock, wondering how you were going to explain all of this to your co-workers the next day.

and what did bunny do? he laughed mockingly at your limp and tired figure.

“we really should do this again. i really do have to make you a mami afterall.”

[yanderebluelockfan]

I WANT A BIG BROTHER LIKE HIM AHHHHHHHHH💖🔥❣️❤️🤌✨🙏😭🥺💯😊😚💋😘💰🥰😍😸🙌🤧🌹❤️‍🔥🫀💗💕

[pinkpom-s]

Bunny Iglesias

call me a gooner artist and i will not care 🐦‍🔥🐦‍🔥🐦‍🔥🐦‍🔥

[pinkpom-s]

Bunny

a few more won't hurt

I forgot to post here...sorry

[j2yin]

worth coming home to . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

hugo and you raising 2 children !! now your daughter has a little brother to play and banter with

a/n : i wanted to use more pics but i couldn't find any that were perfect for the scenario i thought of 😭😭 (and im hella picky with my choices ...) also this was a request from someone but i accidentally deleted it omd SORRY

©j2yin 2026 - dont copy, steal, or repost ! thank you

[jellyvaine]

𝐒𝐀𝐄 | 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 : 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.ᐟ 18+ mdni.

warnings: thigh riding, slight choking on micha's part, ooc or nah ig?.

꒰ ㆍ 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.ᐟ ㆍ ⸝⸝ ꒰ ㆍ 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑.ᐟ ㆍ ⸝⸝

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

pathetic. that's what you were. your hips stuttered as you swayed back and forth—cautiously and needily—brazenly riding his thighs. sae’s thighs were straight ahead of him, his feet flat, arm muscles flexing in the slightest as he held your hips, guiding you with your maintained rhythmic pace.

it's sinful. immoral. dishonoring. yet suddenly it isn't—not when your desires and needs overshadowed your shame. lucky for you, sae was feeling thoughful enough today to let you do whatever you pleased.

“sae…sae…” you chanted his name like it were the only word you knew. your hips ruts faster, needier, racing towards your release. sae groans, his cheeks tinged with crimson as he locked eyes with your glistening ones.

“shh s’okay, go on,” he murmured breathlessly, nails gnawing into your skin as you rolled your hips with a lascivious hum. he leaned his head back, swallowing a low groan. “s-shit, love,” he cursed under his breath upon feeling the warm gush of your essence on his thigh—you came.

you whimpered at your ecstatic release with a slow circling motion of your hip, creating friction against your clit as you rode out your high. sae huffs, inclining his head back down, gazing beneath at how your slick folds exquisitely pressed against his skin. “one more, please?” you bit your lip, glinting eyes searching for his with permission, need, insatiable desire.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

freeing one arm from your hips, he cupped your cheek before pulling you close for a kiss. “fuck yes. go on, love. go crazy for me.” he groans before nuzzling your neck, igniting his desires.

“it's cute how desperate you get with just my thigh, don't you think, schatz?” you heard him say, snapping you out of your drunken daze.

you only mewled, lips parting as you panted with every movement you made. “look at you,” he cooed, eyeing your messy state—how you desperately clawed at his shoulders for balance as you continued with your pleasuring deed, how you bit your lip from the delectable sensation his thighs radiated against your cunt, and how your legs trembled needily—such an amusing picturesque in his eyes. “does my thigh make you feel good, hm?” he hums, his slight grip on your hips eliciting a moan from you.

“y-yes, so good—s-so good,” you moaned, your lips trembling as you bit your lip.

oh michael knew exactly what he's doing. you shuddered, mewling gutturally as your hips ruts faster—back and forth—reaching your forming euphoria. michael leaned his head back, groaning, his breath hitched at the exquisite warm press of your sticky clit against his skin. “micha—m-micha,” you whimpered his name, greediness tainting in every sway.

he nuzzled your neck with a needy grunt, and oh how your body delectably responds upon feeling every fan of his warm breath against your skin.

it felt so damn good.

“you wanna cum, schatz?” he whispers, eyeing the glistening trail of wetness on his skin.

you nod, chanting his name in faint whispers.

damn. how you turned him on with your desperation. he hissed, wrapping his hand around your neck, “m-micha!” you gasped, your pussy clamping onto nothingness at his harsh gesture, urging you to do more for him.

“that’s right. work for it. cum for me, schatz. ” he whispers, his voice laced with danger—malice—gutturally moaning your name as he squeezed the flesh of your ass, guiding your hips against his warmth—imprudently.

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