synopsis: hopelessly in love with a fictional character, hugo comes to the sullen realisation that his love life is fucked. one day, however, he meets the long awaited incarnation of his lover and realises he’s not so fucked.
contents and warnings: hugo is whipped and has a type, comedy and chaos, hugo lowkirkuinely is down bad.
word count: 2.2k
a/n: please lick and kiss the feet of @shinoagriche for coming to with this amazing idea, homegirl has a mastermind I love it, that’s my twin guys, revere their amazingness, also I hope u enjoy this fic angel. also @kisskisslucky will you eat my ass please ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎, first chapter of a diary’s guidance coming out next week hopefully! anyway, happy reading <3
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Hugo was in love.
Utterly and hopelessly— the quiet boy who spoke with disdain about fate and rambled on about the uses of logic had fallen helplessly in love with somebody.
This little secret of his, was no secret among his teammates, those of which had always kept a careful eye on the midfielder.
Because who the hell would've imagined, that the athlete, who practically screamed 'a brain clouded by love is the most irrational kind'— would fall in love?!
Love! Of all emotions— it was love! The most unexpected one of all!
Nobody— absolutely nobody could've foresaw this outcome. Not even Hugo, who acutely understood the adjacent possible, could've possibly predicted this probability!
The irony of the situation really was the work of fate's quaint mockery, something that even Hugo himself didn't argue against.
Which was, to say the least, strange.
Besides the notion of Hugo having a crush being completely unbelievable, the fact that he didn't refute the teases of his teammates — not at all in denial like most would be with their feelings — that, might've been the strangest part of it all.
Just who could this mysterious being possibly be?
"Hey, Hugo?"
"Hm?"
The boy in question didn't so much as glance up from his book at the call of his name. Instead, he merely hummed in response, visibly preoccupied with whatever was written in the pages before him — a habit that came to be after their suspicions of his crush arose.
It's as if he physically couldn't put that book down!
"Do you— um," Renoir briefly cringed as he stumbled on his words, the embarrassment of actually voicing out his curiosity finally dawning upon him.
He cast a pitiful gaze to his teammates that had forced him up to the task, hoping they would be merciful even when he finished last in a childish round of 'turn around, touch the ground, bagsy not it'. But alas, their pointed looks of encouragement urged him to bite his tongue and steel his skyrocketing nerves.
"Doyouhaveatype?!"
"…."
That, promptly snapped Hugo out of the rose-tinted reverie he was living in. Had he heard that right or were all those maladaptive daydreams finally getting to him?
"I asked if you—"
"I heard." Hugo blinked, his lashes fluttering comically with disbelief as he processed the bullshit that just came out Renoir's mouth. So he did hear correctly after all.
"Oh… um, then— do you..?"
"….."
It seems he wasn't going to give up anytime soon, not with that hopeful glint in his eyes at least. Well, it certainly wouldn't hurt to entertain their curiosity… It's just a type, nothing more and nothing less. Just an ideal individual that he would be happy to be with— it really wasn't that big of a deal.
Heaving a deep sigh that had Renoir and the curious-eyed audience flinching momentarily, Hugo snapped his book shut and thought back on its plot — or more accurately — the female lead. A fictional being that he had taken a particular liking to.
"Someone who likes reading…"
Collective groans of disappointment were quick to fill the suspenseful air from before. Of course Hugo, the quiet guy with only disdainful things to say would have such a boring type.
"Around about this height." Standing up to his full height, he gestured to the approximate height he wished his ideal partner would be. A sight so unbelievably inconceivable from the usually reserved midfielder.
Oh?
Well, this was certainly new.
"Oh! And what else?" Charles, finding quaint interest in this topic, quickly hopped at the chance to take reigns of the amusing turn in conversation.
"Someone with this specific hair and eye colour." Proudly, he pointed to the specific colour he had — for some strange fucking reason — saved on his phone.
"Ideally someone who's got nose shaped like this—" he drew his ideal nose shape in the air and promptly began gesturing wildly to all the features he desired his type to have.
Hugo went on and on, and on.
The aloof boy was no more, not in the midst of listing out each and every detailed description of all his required traits and proportions.
They all knew he wasn't the nicest guy on the planet, the midfielder was a member of the new generation eleven, arrogance was a required part of who they were, but heavens! With the way he was motioning around his chest and rambling on about the exact, precise fucking measurement he coveted from this clearly non-existent person, Hugo might've gained the title for the World's Biggest Scum!
The guys who were victim to his explicit details could only bite their tongue with defeat. Hugo having a crush was one thing, but scoring whoever this chick was?
Im-fucking-possible.
"Oh, I would be quite pleased if they liked chocolate as well."
As if this cute and endearing trait would nullify all the other bullshit he was spouting just a second ago!
"Everyone! Hugo is secretly texting somebody!"
Charles' announcement was most likely another lie. The contrarian was rather fond of deceiving others despite it being a socially unacceptable thing.
And everybody here knew how much Charles lied, it was nothing new for the boy, the act came as natural as breathing for him. But… that did not, by any means, dictate that his lies weren't head-turners. Not this one. Especially not this one.
This lie, the one about Hugo secretly texting someone, obviously false, because who in their right mind would hear Hugo's strict list of required qualities and think to themselves, 'Oh! This guy just is the most dreamiest guy ever.'
Nobody. Absolutely nobody would.
Right, nobody would. And yet— somebody did.
Everybody watched with gaping mouths and bulging eyes as Hugo abruptly flinched in his spot and held his phone securely close his chest— a pathetic attempt to conceal whatever he was doing on it previously. Hugo looked the very image of a comically guilty criminal with his nervously darting eyes that sung of his unlawful act.
"…I can explain."
There was no need to defend himself. Everybody in the room universally could agree on that. After all, they were all men who shared the same thought. Hugo had somehow managed to get this chick's number despite his scummy behaviour.
Truly, the boy had achieved an incredible feat amongst all players his age.
If only they knew, Hugo was not texting this mysterious chick who somehow met his impossible standards. If only they knew just what kind of degenerate behaviour he got himself into…
"Hugo, want to come hang out with us? We're going to eat at this—"
"Nope." Hugo firmly declined their invitation and promptly began to pack his bags, clearly ready to leave practice and get some alone time to do his little hobby.
"What!? But you never spend time with us anymore!"
The boy could only roll his eyes at their desperation, just how pathetic were they seeking his attention like some maiden in love?
"I've ran out of money. So I can't come."
"You ran out of money?! HOW???"
"Sigh."
It wasn't a lie, Hugo really was low on funds, especially after everything he'd spent his earnings on. This was the same guy who had a strict standard, it was only natural of him to buy the best of the best for his…. yeah.
Well, anyway, that was besides the point.
Hugo had even taken up more modelling gigs than usual just to rack up his income, he couldn't afford to be cheap for his— in any case, his wallet was bleeding dry because of his hobbies and other stuff…
Heaving another deeply frustrated sigh, Hugo ruffled the tuffs of his short hair and prepared to berate his annoying teammates for the umpteenth time this week.
"Hey, cut him some slack. Unlike you guys, Hugo here has other, more important priorities." Turning to face the aloof boy with a mellow expression, Loki raised a friendly brow at him. "Isn't that right, Hugo?"
"…." Mirroring his expression, Hugo chewed on his lips as he processed the quaint enjoyment evident in Loki's expression. It's like, he knows…
Lashes fluttering, his eyes narrowed with paranoid scrutiny as Loki returned back to the information on his tablet. "Well, I'll be off…"
"Mhm, don't be late for tomorrow's morning practice."
"Yeah, yeah." Hugo huffed with mild annoyance, pulling his duffle bag over his shoulders and mentally cursing Loki for being so uptight. It looks like Charles' lax attitude was rubbing off on him—
"Oh, and Hugo?" Loki called out, voice curt and serious.
What now?! Stopping in his tracks, Hugo cast him a nervous side glance, his stomach churning with dread as he awaited for soul crushing news.
"Use protection." Not looking up from the tablet, Loki continued his business as if he hadn't just knocked the air out of every other member there.
"Huh."
Hugo blinked, face morphing into puzzlement as he took in Loki's advice. Just what would he need to protection for when— oh. Of course! He needed to use protection when doing his little hobby!
"I'll wear my blue light glasses." Hugo nodded appreciatively, unaware of the way Loki's face contorted with confusion at his misleading words.
Sigh.
It was… really bad, wasn't it?
The boy sighed self-deprecatingly, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets as he aimlessly walked down the familiar street. Thoughts of his unrequited love and his desperation to seek the tangible spirit of his fictional crush weighing down on his shoulders with heavier weight than his pr ever could.
Damn it.
There was no 'chick', no mysterious person who met his unfathomably high standards like his teammates thought there was.
That time Charles had caught him texting this mysterious person?
Charles had actually caught him reading a smau of his favourite character with himself. A texting, self-insert fucking fanfic of his fictional crush.
And what about the protection that Loki teased him for along with coming early to practice the next day?
That was actually because Hugo had gained a bad habit of sleeping late at night and waking up late as a result of it. Was it from supposedly sleeping with this chick?
No. It was not.
Hugo had developed a bad routine of reading self insert fanfics of his fictional crush late into the night…
But what about the time when his wallet has been bled dry from the 'priorities' Loki was berating others for not having!
Oh, that!
That, actually was because Hugo had spent a disgusting amount of money on merchandise and commissions.
The best of the best for his lover? As if.
That dime was spent on posters of his fictional crush, yumeship fanarts of his non-existent crush with himself, and figurines of said character….
Hugo was, to say the very least, down bad.
So down bad that he was actually on his way to the local bakery to buy a cake to celebrate the birthday of his fictional crush…
Just how bad had he fallen?
Really bad.
"Good morning Sir! What can I get for you today?"
Huh?
What was this?
A tender voice, soft and mellifluous, resembling a hymn sung only by the most divine of all beings reached his unsuspecting ears.
No seriously, what the hell was this?
Was this fate's cruel mockery playing him right in face again? Or was it his hysteria that had conjured up the most eeriest imitation yet of his fictional crush's voice?
No, Hugo shook his head firmly. He was already batshit crazy for being so down bad, this most likely was a withdrawal he was facing from the lack of fanfics— he's binge read all the existing ones already.
"Sir?"
"…Chocolate cake." Hugo refused to look up, he was here for one reason and one reason only. To get chocolate cake for the birthday of—
"What kind of occasion is it? Belated New Years or Early Valentines? Heh!"
Hugo, for all his nonchalance, couldn't resist his desires any longer, not when the sound of your titters resembled wedding bells. Not when the lilt that adorned your voice was the incarnation of temptation. How could he even think to refuse what his heart ached so desperately for?
Your smile greeted him first. Wide and toothy, framed by the curve of your soft lips, and above all, familiar. Like he'd seen it before, like he'd read of it before.
Hugo's heart tinged with jealousy at the kind words that got to touch them before him. His chest grew heavy at the sight of your lashes caressing the swell of your cheeks in place of his hands. And his legs weakened with envy at the thought of others witnessing the sight of your sublimity.
Just how long has he been searching for you, the incarnate of his fictional crush— the bane of his existence and the object of all his desires. You.
Your facial features— the curves of your nose, the arch of your brows, and the curve of your mellow eyes, it was you—
"No occasion—?"
"For our wedding. The cake's for our wedding."
"…." You blinked, huh?
"Marry me." He shamelessly grabbed your hands over the counter and encased them in his much larger ones. Lashes fluttering with desperation, he pleaded for you to return his love.
Reader who has a real job and actual bills. Reader who prioritizes her own peace over his feelings. Reader who has hobbies that don’t revolve around a man. Reader who actually has a life outside of him. Reader who says “no” and means it. Reader who isn't easily impressed. Reader who’s petty. Reader who has trust issues. Reader who chooses her girls every single time. Reader who has a body count and isn't ashamed of it. Reader who is exhausted by male fragility. Reader who holds grudges. Reader who’s a mess. Reader who’s mentally ill. Reader who makes mistakes. Reader who’s manipulative. Reader who’s selfish. Reader who’s morally gray. Reader who’s awful. Reader who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck.
A/N: It's been a while since I posted anything. Tbh I was writing so much but none actually made it out. In the last weeks of July I was simply swimming with stories but no dedication and time came to actually reading them for the millionth time and then editing it fully. So they are just words on paper in their raw form. Which I don't like- my brain hates when I create too much work for myself and end up dreading everything im doing. Not to mention how tiring august has been for me already. I'm already displeasured just thinking of going back to school in September.
And i'll let you in on a little secret/ warning: that year will be the last of high school for me, i'll be graduating and will be doomed to suffer by numerous tests. Therefore don't be surprised if I disappear for the majority. (Not that I've been to consistent/ promised to be consistent)
Anyway, enough complaining from me, please enjoy this drabble of mine <3
One more thing: Little Hearts bound to love will (I hope) get another part where they actually get married.. however, I realised I do not know how to approach a wedding so since I lack inspiration to make it special I'll be needing a raincheck on that. I'm so sorry- but I'd rather take my time than give out something I'll only cringe at in a week
Ship: F!reader x Sae
Synopsis: Sae never expected he'd find love within a woman of pure chaos. He always thought someone simple and easy would be the right one for him. A person who will support his dreams and will let him place football before her. But when you appeared in his life of meticulously planned sheets and contracts... You not only turned his world upside down but completely flipped a switch within him.
And the worst-best part was how your true self was only exposed after years of dating. Only now did he actually discover the rumbling storm resided in you. And he couldn’t deny the commands of his heartbeat.
Warning(s): None (?) maybe that reader is on the chubbier side (only mentioned once)
Sae loved how cringy you were in your own home. How “unbehaved” you were. Clearly unfazed. Honestly, he preferred this version compared to your guarded, meticulous, careful self you showed the world.
Because this you was different. His. For example, after two years of dating, you got used to his presence so much you “forgot” to wear bras at his house.
And he was down for it, bad.
He loved how you could start singing in the most random moments. He loved when you were walking around in a top and shorts that didn't even cover a quarter of your butt.
He always had the urge to hold you everywhere he could. He loved how free and unhinged you were.
While he most positively had an ass fetish, he couldn't deny the sweet sight of the rest of your cute figure. It was slightly chubby- probably from all the late-night snacking– which he didn’t fail to warn against each time, mind you. And with your hair looking like that of a scientist, too unbothered to brush it at times.
And after a while you noticed.
His lingering gaze, which made you self-conscious in a way. Those private moments that weren't exactly something pro-athletes were used to. They couldn't even keep a relationship, not to mention get to a level like this one.
Sae was different on that part, yes. But being in a relationship is way different than having a person to feed his boredom. He had plenty of models, actors and all of the above. Yet what he yearned for was ultimately you.
He also loved when you ate messily. No matter where it was. Even if you were a hermit in the bedroom while munching on your favourite foods, Sae didn't care. In fact, it quickened his heartbeat.
And naturally, even if being caught singing or talking to yourself felt embarrassing, with him, it was safe. Just like that, “letting yourself go” became the norm.
You didn’t care to wake up an hour earlier to fix your make-up; you didn’t bother to sit with your back straightened and stomach inhaled.
One would accuse you of zero feminine appeal if they saw such. Yet this was your secret self. A person that only Sae got to experience. And he loved the irony of it all.
When reporters swarmed him and (annoyingly) asked you a question about Sae, he just adored that sight. How you immediately became this perfect woman by his side.
However, behind closed doors, you were someone entirely different, even if at your core you’ve always been the same woman he fell for. And keeps falling for. A weakness the world will never see. A version of you strictly uncovered for him. The imperfect and improper You.
A/N: P.S.: would you guys be intrested in a 1) Sae and Rin on good terms (there is some sibling banter) while reader is casually talking to rin kinda fluff and/or 2) a Sae theory of mine that is not so much a theory more like an analysis? I'm honestly not sure if I should post it because it might be too all over the place (I suck at explaining)... But it's related to Sae playing in the Spanish national team or not and why I think he cannot yet.. or maybe not willing to? Also my words there are not gospel I just went down the drain of researching taking up Spanish nationality and it was intresting.
Also, I did say this, and that I have a bunch of unpublished works (waiting to be edited), but we'll see abt that as I'm currently in the works to bring my 5+ years old Todoroki x f!reader/oc fic to life finally. I need to do it justice so.. yeah it's a lot TvT
Have a nice morning/day/evening/night <3
FaceTiming Blue lock characters for the first time as their online best friend
𑄝੭ : Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Seishiro Nagi , Rin Itoshi, Ryusei Shidou, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser
— isagi Yoichi
“Hey!”, Isagi called out, his voice carrying a little more excitement than necessary. You, though, have known him long enough to notice the slight shaking in his voice, and how he stumbled over his words more than usual.
You chuckled a little, watching those familiar blue eyes wander around awkwardly. In truth, he had shown his face ages ago, often sending pictures of him holding trophies or medals anytime he’d win something. You, on the other hand, always felt too awkward. Ironic, since he’d always be the first person you’d text whenever something exciting happened.
It took him months to even get you on the phone. He’d ask questions about the dumbest things, just to hear your voice, so imagine his face when you finally turned on your camera.
He stared at your face for a while, which was getting hotter every second, completely starstrucked. “Isagi..”, you managed to mumble out.
“ .. so cute.”, he whispered a little too loudly, immediately covering his mouth. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!!”, he apologized over and over again, looking genuinely horrified.
You, again, couldn’t help but laugh. Needless to say, you definitely got an ego boost.
— Meguru Bachira
Bachira was always very .. vocal about what he wanted. He never hinted at wanting to FaceTime, he made it veeery clear he wanted to. “The Monster’s also curious! It tells me It wants to see you now, before It gets impatient..”, he’d say.
“Y/nnnnn?? Oh, hey there!!”, was the first thing he said after you picked up.
You rubbed your eyes, terrifyingly quiet. “Bachira, it is 3 in the morning. If you don’t tell me what’s so important in exactly 3 seconds, I’ll end you AND your monster.”.
“Hey, that’s not very nice!”, he giggled. “The monster told me that it wants to see you now!! It’ll get angry if it has to wait any longer.”, he laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. You were THIS close to— .. oh okay, never mind! You did actually slam your phone against the wall. Well, at least tried to.
As if you weren’t angry enough, while lifting your arm, your phone fell out of your hand, making it drop to the floor. You felt your blood pressure rising by the second, actually considering just letting him stay there on the phone while going back to sleep. Little did you know, while picking up the phone, you would accidentally press on the camera button, which turned the camera on. Only after you faced your phone did you realize you had flashed your tired face, including your bed hair and chiikawa pyjama.
For once, Bachira went silent. Although not for long. He immediately started bombarding you with questions right after
“How dare you hide this face from me, you’re so selfish! You would cure Yukimiya’s blindness!!”.
None of you went to sleep that night.
— Seishiro Nagi
Surprise Surprise, you were actually the one mentioning wanting to face reveal.
Nagi being Nagi, obviously declined, saying it was a hassle. He wouldn’t gain anything from it, and just thought it was unnecessary.
“What do you mean “unnecessary” ?!”, you asked him through voice chat while playing some shooting game, kinda offended.
“Dunno .. can we just focus on the game? Talking’s a hassle ..”, he said lazily.
“Nagi, I’ll never help you with socialising ever again, if you don’t do this one thing for me!”. At this point you didn’t even care about the face reveal anymore. Your ego was hurt and that’s all you cared about.
He sighed, smart enough to know you’d just keep dragging it if he wouldn’t agree. Hesitantly, he turned on his camera, scratching his neck. Meanwhile you were still trying to convince Nagi, not even realizing he turned his camera on ages ago.
“Y/n.”, he called out, slightly annoyed. “You talk a lot. Would you just shut up.”.
“Who the heck are you telling to—!” .. you audibly gasped. Silenced. You didn’t even dare breathe, because what if the air would blow this hot guy away through the screen!? What if—!
“.. you there? Why didn’t you attack the enemy.”
Gulp. “.. wait, what..?
“You’re acting weird. I’ll turn off my cam—“
”NO!”
— Rin Itoshi
“.. what?”, you laughed awkwardly, fidgeting with your hands. Was there something in between your teeth? Why was Rin just staring at you?
He looked away almost immediately, clearing his throat. “Nothing. You just don’t look like your profile picture, that’s all”.
You felt your heart drop. “Oh. Sorry, I—“, .. hey, now hold on a minute. You have a cat as your profile picture!
“What do you mean “different”? I have my cat as my profile picture. Did you expect me to be a cat or something..”
“I mean, kind of? I don’t know!”, if only you knew how red Rin’s ears have gotten.
You blinked, processing his words. “Are you serious?”
”I just didn’t expect you to look like … that!!”
“Like what? Tell me now! If you think I’m ugly, at least say it to my face!”
Both of you were just going back and forth, until Rin said something that would haunt him for the rest of his life, and perhaps would be the best mistake he could’ve ever made .. in a way?
”No, what?! You look .. you look lukewarm, okay! You look OK!”. He groaned, burying his face into his hands. “.. you’re pretty.”. If only his hands were big enough to cover his whole face, including his bright red cheeks. Yeah, he’s definitely the youngest.
— Ryusei Shidou
“Yo, turn on your camera.”, Shidou smirked, knowing exactly how shy you were. “What, ya scared? Of ‘lil old me??”, he said mockingly.
It was obvious he was only wearing his boxers too, which he definitely made clear multiple times, and only got you feeling more anxious. Part of you felt a little more relaxed, knowing he was comfortable enough around you to only wear his boxers though. Good thing you don’t know he’s like this around everyone.
”Ryu, promise you wont laugh..!”
”Yeah yeah, whatever, cupcake.”
”Ryusei, promise me!”
He scoffs. “I swear on my lucky underwear, and daddy long lashes.”. He doesn’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this. “Look, I’d love to bust a nut to your voice, but I gotta—“
You turned your camera on. As soon as Shidou laid his eyes on you, he burst out laughing, tears filling his eyes.
“You’re so fucking adorable! Ya look like a chipmunk!! Do I call you sweet cheeks now??”, he was dying of laughter.
You roll your eyes. Although for just a second, you swear you saw his eyes softening, and that answered all of your questions.
— Sae Itoshi
It was a Thursday afternoon, and you were bored out of your mind. Sae should be home from by practice now, right? You decided to test your luck, calling him.
“Hello?”. Sae was in the middle of a traffic jam. If it weren’t for your call, he probably would’ve fallen asleep.
You jumped, hearing his voice. “Sae, Hi!! Are you still at practice? Wait, obviously not .. I meant! .. Sorry, are you home yet?”, you blurt out, not expecting him to actually pick up.
He chuckled. Internally, of course. “No, not yet, but I can stay on the phone if that’s what you want..”,
”Yes, please! I’ve been wanting to tell you about this coworker—“
“.. under one condition.”, he interrupted. “You show me your face.”.
Who would’ve known that sae itoshi thought about you every day, and what you could might look like.
”.. well, that was random.”, and with just a tap on the camera icon, you were now face to face with him.
He just nodded. That’s it.
You smiled, continuing to talk about your annoying coworker, though something was off. You could physically feel him stare, like he was counting the amount of eyelashes you had.
Sae was so concentrated, he didn’t even hear the cars behind him honking and cursing at him. Whoops ..
— Michael Kaiser
“Kaiser, are you in Berlin next weekend?”, was the first thing you asked when he answered the phone.
“Wow, Good morning to you too. Why are you asking, love?”
”It’s not like that, Michael. I just so happen to be in Germany next week because of work.”, you rolled your eyes as he let out a laugh. To be honest, all you heard was the rustling of money, and the sound of a champagne bottle being opened.
”Oh, is that right? Well then, liebling, make sure they give you first class seats, or whatever. I wouldn’t know, I fly private.”
You scoff. Are all German’s like him?
“Anyways, will you finally let me see that face of yours? Or are you going to make me wait till you land and pick you up at the airport myself.”
You were about to argue, but he did have a point. He’s definitely not been subtle about wanting to finally see you. And since you’d probably meet him next week anyway, why not just show him. It’s not like it’s some big secret, you just refused because that’s the only thing you could do to piss him off.
While he was complaining about whatever made him mad this time, you turned on your camera.
“Bastard. Wenn ich ihn in die Finger kriege..”, kaiser mumbled. “You agree with me, right, Schatz—“, his eyes widened just a little, before his smug expression took over again.
“Ah, wasn’t that hard now, was it? After months of begging, my little blueberry cupcake muff—“
”MICHAEL!!”
Not proofread, so if there are any mistakes .. no there aren’t
Possible ooc, Bad grammar (English isn't my native language), the reader is yuu, barely reviewed, GN!reader.
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You run with all your strength through the botanical garden, weaving between the trees in the hope of losing Floyd, whom you still hear calling you “lil' shrimpy” from afar. You glance back for a moment, and there he is, moving with abnormal agility for someone of his height. He slides between the trees as if he were swimming in the ocean.
When you think everything is lost, from afar you see your savior: a lion sleeping under the sun.
That little spark of hope that the man gave you provides you with enough strength to widen the gap between you and the eagle. You reach where Leona is, who was already slightly opening one of her eyes.
—What do you want, Herbivore? —asks the man, moving his ears as he notices your agitation.
Before you can answer, a sharp “Lil’ Shrimpy! Where are you?” is heard from not far away. Leona frowns and lets out a heavy growl, looking at you annoyed.
—Didn't you have someone else to bother with your problems? — the lion stands up, putting his hands in his pockets. You think he will leave, but he doesn’t; he stays to wait for the Leech.
Floyd doesn’t take long to appear from behind a tree, with his characteristic toothy smile and heterochromatic eyes. You position yourself behind Leona, who remains unfazed by the presence of the taller one.
—Well, well, it seems now the shrimp hide with the sea lion, —says Floyd without changing his expression, only a playful glint appearing in his eyes.
—Don’t you have better things to do, Floyd? Go away so I can sleep in peace. —Give me back the shrimp and I’ll leave, —he replies, his pupils shrink and his gaze takes on a more dangerous air that makes you take a step back, but not Leona.
—I already told you, Floyd. Leave. Floyd's plunging smile fades as he steps closer, stopping just a few inches from Leona. The man emits a warning growl audible to everyone present, in no mood for the eagle's behavior.
Before things escalate further, shouts are heard from the other side of the garden, a familiar voice calling Floyd with clear anger.
—Floyd! I already told you not to leave the kitchen! —snaps Azul as soon as he appears on stage, his face red and having lost the elegance that characterizes him.—. I've told you over and over again, but you never listen!
Floyd's face returns to normal due to the abrupt interruption, changing to a grimace that oscillates between bored and tired.
—I was very bored in the kitchen, Azul —Floyd replies, dragging his words, bringing a hand to his shoulder—. Until little shrimp showed up and we started playing together.
Azul looks at you; you shake your head.
—This is unacce...
—Ugh… be quiet already —Leona interrupts, wagging her tail irritably—. Solve your problems somewhere else.
Azul opens his mouth to answer, but with a stomp and a growl, he swallows his words.
—Let's stop wasting time, Floyd. Time is money, and I'm already losing too much with your nonsense —Azul grabs Floyd by the ear and drags him away despite his complaints.
With the Octaville kids far from the two of you, you look at Leona with gratitude. He covers your face with his hand to shield your eyes.
—Not a word, Herbivore. I already protected you from the eel, now go.
You still thank the lion and walk away. A few meters away, you turn around and notice he is giving a small smile while basking in the sun.
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syn: the french national team needed a new manager, and that's what they got ᯓᡣ𐭩 what a coincidence, the new hire is exactly their type! but vivien already knew that, didn't he? (wc: 9110)
DDDNE heavy NSFW warning, minors will be blocked! cw: fem!reader, aged up!characters, blowjobs, getting caught, unprotected piv, storage room&locker room shenanigans, threesome, double pussy eating, double penetration, themes of coercion, power imbalance (technically employerxemployee), implied drugging & yan!hugoloki. proceed with caution! 𑣲⋆ for this request!
clear as day vivien remembers the last time he saw you. pulled to the front of the class, the teacher explaining to the rest that you’ll be moving away soon and that it was your last day here.
it was the first time he experienced heartbreak, at the ripe old age of 7.
you were destined, you and him. at least, that’s what he believed. any time he tried to explain it to you you’d just throw one of your barbies at him. it was no matter, however. he’d convince you one day.
except he didn’t. you were leaving and didn’t even spare him a glance as you waved to the class and walked out the door towards your parents.
vivien went on a hunger strike that day which lasted approximately an hour. the apples were simply too juicy. it was hard to resist- you see, vivien has always loved juicy stuff and you always had some apple juice in a little carton with you for lunch. vivien thought it was destiny, then. (and totally not a coincidence and the fact that children usually enjoy sweet things.)
the story brings a dramatic tear to the, now adult, eyes of vivien. next to him, his teammate julien couldn’t be any less interested. “that’s what got you distracted? a girl from over 15 years ago that threw barbies at you? i wish i had some right now, you’re making me want to throw something, too.”
charles giggles away behind them, “is that why you don’t have a girlfriend? you think you’ll meet her again or something?”
“exactly that,” vivien refuses to entertain his childish teammate and friend, “we’re meant to be together, and that’s why i’ll wait as long as i need to.”
he often wonders what life has been like for you. if your smile is still just as bright, if you’re still just as much of a know-it-all. if you have a boyfriend.
that last point makes him grimace.
the open field is bathed by the spring sun. the temperatures aren’t too high, but enough to work up a sweat if the wind slows down enough. as the trio steps onto the grass, on their way to join their fellow national team players, they note a new figure standing next to their coach.
“oh yeah, wasn’t there supposed to be some new manager?” julien questions, eyes already set on the person as they get closer and closer.
vivien nods, “right. i just hope they won’t get in the way.”
thoughts of you are quickly overshadowed in favor of the upcoming qualifying rounds for the world cup. the three of them need to bring their a-game, if the four world cup wins are still something they wish to achieve. which, it very much is.
as they come to a standstill next to the rest of the team, vivien eyes the new person with half-interest. more-so ready to get the introductions over with so he can hear what the coach has to say. though, the longer he looks at their new manager, the more his heart speeds up. the same eyes, the same mouth- even the same way you used to stand whenever you gave a presentation..!
he says your name in unison with the coach, more to himself than to anyone else, but it doesn’t go unheard by his friend. julien raises a brow, looking between you and vivien. he nudges the midfielder, “you know this one? she’s cute. you could’ve introduced us-”
palms sweating, vivien wipes them on his shorts. it’s hard to believe that it really is you, but there is no mistaking you for anyone else. unless you’ve got a twin, who goes by the same name.
do you recognize him? will you still have the urge to throw stuff at him? he doesn’t have a lot of time to ponder on those questions when their coach dismisses you again. it is worth a raised brow when he sees you look up at the older man, eyes full of determination. a silly sight, especially when all he asks is for you to get the cooler from the canteen so they could all have some chilled water during training.
and yet, even for something so simple, you nod with vigor, and off you go.
vivien hears a chuckle coming from julien, “cute. looks sweet, and very eager to please.”
the taller man can’t help a corner of his lips from inching upward. you always used to be like that, just… not for him.
but now that he’s in a position to ask things from you it’s a whole different story. he can’t believe he’s thinking this, but you not remembering him might just work in his favor here. that is, if you do. or don’t. his brows pinch in confusion.
either way, julien’s interest doesn’t cause any jealousy, surprisingly enough. building in his gut is an excitement akin to the one he experiences on the field. it’s an excitement he only experiences when he plays with julien. so while they start their laps around the field for their standard warm-up, vivien gets an absolutely wonderful idea.
“can i tell you something crazy?” vivien asks, running alongside julien.
julien rolls his eyes, “what, another anecdote about the barbie thrower?”
when he’s met with no real answer, merely vivien’s soulless eyes staring back at him, he groans, “do i have another choice?”
“it’s her.”
that has julien’s neck snapping back, eyes darting between where you left earlier and his destiny-driven friend. “that’s the barbie thrower? you’re fucking kidding.”
vivien kind of wishes he was. he’s thought of reuniting with you so many times, and none of them were anything like this. especially not when the reunion mixed julien into it all.
but, thinking about it now, meeting julien has always felt like part of his destiny as a football player. maybe their connection goes further, and maybe it was always meant to be you three. his friend’s interest in you right from the get-go only solidifies that theory. both of them were taken by you as soon as they saw you, that simply cannot be a coincidence.
so, vivien shakes his head, “not kidding. i don’t know if she remembers me.”
“let’s hope not. or- actually yeah, for me i sure hope she does,” julien laughs, “gives me a better chance.”
the sun is truly doing its best to make this as exhausting as it can. the wind nearly gone, it’s now just a bunch of sweaty men with insane stamina which is now rendered near-useless. luckily, you’re back. hauling that way-too-big cooler just for them. they finish the lap, stopping at the little makeshift hydration station you’ve set up.
while he definitely wasn’t jealous thinking of you with julien, vivien’s chest squeezes tightly when he sees you handing out bottles to his other (very clearly interested) teammates. out of the corner of his eye he sees julien has already put on his most charming grin. or maybe it went instinctively, vivien definitely wouldn’t blame him.
it was strangely cathartic, seeing julien so interested in you. as very popular players they had always had their share of women who’d do anything to even be near them, but never has vivien seen such genuine intrigue in his friend’s eyes. then again, julien has always been very… how does he put it? ah, yes. domineering. while it had no effect on himself, clearly it was something that appealed to a lot of women, and vivien has an inkling it may also appeal to you.
vivien’s heart nearly beats out of his chest when it’s finally their turn. he searches for your eyes to meet, looking for any sign of recognition. and it’s exactly what he finds. crows feet form near the corners of your eyes as you focus in on him. the burgundy hair is hard to confuse, he thinks.
a voice he did not expect to have changed so much, yet one that fits you so extremely well fills his ears and his heart.
“vivien? it’s been so long,” he hears you giggling, “sorry, i don’t have anything to throw at you this time.”
he hears julien snort next to him, while his eyes continue staring you down. it’s honestly getting a bit uncomfortable. in your hand is the cold water bottle, one he has still not taken and it sounds like it’s getting increasingly harder for julien not to burst out laughing.
your eyes find julien, your expression so innocently curious it has his heart doing flips. with a slap to the back of his head, vivien finally takes the bottle from you, “thank you. and i guess you could’ve thrown the bottle. thank you for uhm.. not doing that.”
“though he would’ve definitely deserved it,” julien adds. “name’s julien, by the way. it’s wonderful to meet you.”
vivien says your name at the same time as you, again. it sounds so pretty, and rolls off the tongue so easily, so naturally. so meant-to-be. it’s yet another confirmation to him that the wait was worth it, and all the feelings he had for you back then come surging back just as strongly. hopefully no hunger strike will be necessary this time.
woefully, training has to continue and they’re forced to bid you goodbye. for now.
it’s hard to ignore julien’s grin, so he doesn’t. “we’re not talking to her anymore. why are you smiling?”
that’s met with an eyeroll. “dude, you don’t know anything about girls, do you?”
vivien shakes his head, “never needed to pay attention.”
“clearly,” julien sighs, passing the ball to him while they continue their drills, “she’s perfect. like, actually perfect. wanna bet we can get her to do anything we want?”
vivien’s brows pinch, “how do you know that?”
there hasn’t been much indicating what you’d be like in a private setting, at least to vivien.
julien deadpans, “did you even see how she lit up when coach praised her for getting the cooler? sure it’s just one example but she’s a sucker for orders and praise i can just see it!”
vivien huffs, “i don’t think it’ll be that easy.”
the smirk that spreads across julien’s face says enough. game on.
‧₊˚☁️⋅♡𓂃ִֶָ࣪☾.
it’s a tough balance to maintain, julien thought at first. speaking to you any time he got the chance to while not ticking you off to something being wrong. whether that be a quick ‘good morning, miss manager’ or a cheeky ‘cute skirt’. though, he quickly finds, you’re.. to put it plainly, very very naive.
combined with you, expectedly, taking orders without stopping for even a second to consider them, made easing you into more and more scandalous situations a cake-walk.
on one of the hotter mornings, julien rests on the grass while vivien is off to the bathroom. his eyes drift to you, where you gather the empty bottles left by others and dump them into the recycle bin. he’s learned that you’re not always very aware of your surroundings, and thus must not be doing this on purpose… but every upskirt shot he gets of you whenever you bend down sure makes him question whether you meant for him to see the absolutely adorable polka dot panties you’ve got hugging your plush rump. it really hasn’t been that long since you’ve started working here, and he’s already this affected. the stirring in his shorts has him biting his lip. he’ll really have to do something about you soon.
the first chance julien gets is a week later. he makes sure to be the last one left in the locker room. he lingers, just in case you’ll be the one sent to tell him to hurry up.
and as always, he’s right.
a timid knock on the door has him sitting up straight on the bench, “come in.”
there you are. the sight of you makes his heart skip a few beats. all shy smiles and a dress he figures is meant to be modest but with proportions like that it’s hard to tell. “miss manager, my apologies for lingering. i’m just a bit, hmm, lost in thought?”
hook, line and sinker.
your eyes widen and you nod along, “i see. is there anything i can do for you?”
how sweet of you to be so concerned. and of course, an act of service is the first thing you ask about. he’s got you all figured out.
julien stretches his neck to the left and to the right, making sure to exaggerate enough. his voice is slightly strained, eyes half-lidded when they land back on you. “i’m just so beat after all this training for the world cup, you know? i a little worried all this exhaustion is going to weigh in on my performance on the field.”
he sees you panic slightly, and he has to force the corner of his lips down so he doesn’t end up smirking. of course, a dutiful manager wouldn’t want their players exhausted. the team’s poor performance will reflect badly on you, too. how will you get your fill of praise then?
“so, maybe there is something you could do,” he beckons you over, his chest warming up as you scramble to follow his direction, “my legs are really, really tense. i use them the most, right?
“would you mind massaging them for me?”
you visibly hesitate, your eyes jumping between his legs and his face, “shouldn’t i call a masseuse? i think they’re better suited for stuff like this-”
julien doesn’t pout, but he does the next best thing he knows works. his tone drops a few octaves, “i think a massage from a sweet girl like you will do wonders, ms. manager.”
maintaining eye contact, he reaches for your hand. slowly but surely he guides your more and more plaint form onto your knees. “right. that’s good. really good.”
“a good manager knows how to take care of their players,” he chuckles, “and you look like you know what you’re doing. how fortunate am i to be taken care of by such a devoted manager?”
your eyes flutter shut briefly before they widen back again. all the praise, the expectation and the promise of more is getting to you. julien can no longer help his smirk, which is now easier to hide away when your fingers finally make contact with the supple skin on his right calf as he can explain it away as relaxation.
the sigh of relief he lets out sounds like something that could be included in those boyfriend asmr roleplays charles showed him a parody of some time ago. not that he watched those. or maybe he did, just to get a feel for what women liked to hear. never did he think it’d come in this handy because while you’re still on your knees, your legs press together. perhaps it’s a bit early, but the way your fingers dig into spots he really wasn’t lying were sore, even more praises spill past his lips while his grip on the edge of the bench tightens. “good girl.”
you pause briefly before resuming, your face turned away in what he assumes is shyness. as you move to the other leg, he decides it’s time to push it a little further.
“thighs too, please,” he urges, tone just as deep as before. and it also has the same effect as before, since you nod so eagerly he worries you might sprain your neck. “do you give massages often? you’re really good~”
he drags the sentence on purpose. if someone were to hear him outside the door right now they might think you’re participating in a whole other type of activity. well, in a few minutes time they wouldn’t be wrong.
his hardness is already straining against his boxers and shorts, for now still hidden away beneath the hoodie he’s pulled down so it won’t scare you away too quickly. it’s when you look up at him again, eyes wide and similar to how he saw you look at the coach the other day, your gaze is searching, searching for approval, for more praise. you don’t leave it at that, though.
“is it helping?”
had julien been a lesser man, he’d throw you right onto the bench and have his sweet sweet way with you. gaze so doe, so eager, so utterly at his mercy. and to think that all it took for you to get there was just a few well-timed and well-tuned words. darlings like you have always been his favorite.
so he nods, one of his hands reaching up to cup the back of your neck. his thumb rests right above your pulse. “it is. you’re really good at this, miss manager.
“but i can’t help feeling… stressed, still. a good manager knows how to help with that too, don’t you?”
his grip on your neck tightens as he brings your face closer between his legs. your knees shuffle against the floor as you try to accommodate the switch in position. the heat emitting from your face warms the inner part of his thighs. it’s then that he pulls his hoodie up, and the look of shock on your face is nearly enough to make him bust untouched.
“you’ll continue being good, right? i’d hate for our sweet manager to lose her position because her star player is out of commission," he drawls, already prepared for having to play into your sense of duty.
however, you quickly prove it’s not even necessary. your need to be good, to be praised is so strong he doesn’t need to guilt you into anything. a simple order is enough. oh, he’s going to have so much fun with you.
hips buck up into your touch when your delicate hands first land on his bulge, making him hiss. your cautious gaze earns you nod, permission to continue, and you do. shorts and boxers pulled down, he grins as you rub your thighs together once more, staring at the monster that is his cock. any worries that you won’t be able to take it, into your mouth or otherwise, are long gone from his mind. if he asks, you’ll do it.
julien doesn’t know how it’s even possible, but he feels himself get infinitely harder when your lips make contact with his tip. thighs tensing together with the grip he still has on your neck, he has to bite his lip to prevent himself from making any embarrassing noises you seem to have an easy time pulling out of him.
your lips wrap around him as you take the first bit into your mouth. tongue swirling while you suckle on him so gently warms his chest unfamiliarly. it’s no matter, he firmly guides you further down, the pleasure bubbling in his gut builds way faster than what he’s used to.
“fuck-,” he sighs, taking a couple deep breaths to steady himself so his orgasm doesn’t wash over him right this instant.
but then he meets your eyes, which seem to have been focusing on him for quite some time already. he doesn’t have the words to describe how you’re looking at him, except maybe that you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen. as if on autopilot he guides you up and down his cock, the tiny slurps, the sucks and the little pop when you lose the suction all drive him a sort of insane he has a hard time getting used to. in a way, it seems like you’re the one in control, and he does not like that.
so his second hand joins the first on on the back of your head, and he thrusts. your gags are like music to his ears, and he relaxes knowing he’s regained at least some of his control back. with your hands bracing yourself against his thighs he pushes in a little further with each thrust, your eyes screwed shut while tears stream down your soft cheeks. had he been conscious enough, he’d grab his phone to take a picture in an instant. but alas, his memory will have to do.
a voice echoing down the hallway startles him, but knowing who it belongs to only has him going harder. your nails dig into his thighs, looking between you and the door, it doesn’t seem like you heard much over the constant slapping of his balls against your chin.
so when the door opens, and vivien hugo gets an eyefull of julien throat-fucking his first love, the latter can’t help it when his orgasm finally does rock through him, and the heavy, creamy ropes of spend fill your throat and slide down into your belly.
julien keeps your head down, softening dick still lodged as far as it can be inside your throat while he keeps eye contact with the stunned vivien. no words are said, and you’re none the wiser as you try to keep yourself conscious by breathing through your nose, but nothing really needs to be said, does it? it really was that easy to get you to obey him, and now vivien knows it, too.
‧₊˚☁️⋅♡𓂃ִֶָ࣪☾.
that is not how you expected your first week with the french national team to go.
but julien was so sweet to you, it has you warm all over whenever you recall it, or even when you get as much as a glimpse of him while they train. so… right now.
sat next to the coach on yet another startlingly hot spring day, you observe the master striker with hawk-like focus. noting down everything you can, from the way his legs move, whether he looks strained or if there’s any sign of distress on him anywhere. a bit of pride spreads in your chest when there’s no signs of any of those things. it means you did good. that the massage worked, and that you successfully relieved his stress. if you’re lucky, he’ll thank you again today.
the thought of more affirmations causes an involuntary giggle, making the coach look over curiously. “something funny?”
back straight like a candle, you shake your head vehemently, “no, sir! not at all.”
he eyes you a second more, then looks back to the team. not sparing you another glance, he ushers you away, “get me a cup of coffee, black-”
“with two sweeteners,” you finish for him, already getting up. now it’s his time to chuckle, and the ‘smart girl’ muttered under his nose has you beaming as you basically skip over to the break room. crazy how much you can learn in a week.
though, helping the players and the coach is not the only task you’ve got. unfortunately. tidying the storage room, possibly one of the worst tasks since all the equipment is usually just haphazardly thrown in there, is also on the list.
stacking cones, finding all the disc cones among the rest of the crap you never even knew was of any importance, counting whether all of it has actually been gathered, gathering what they forgot. it’s tiring to even think about.
but it’s their sighs of relief, their thanks when they come in the next time they have to train and find everything neater than they’ve ever seen it before that keeps you going. you’re so useful!
the process of getting there, though, doesn’t really get easier because of it. once again you’re stuck in that cramped room with a bunch of mess. sweat forming at the brow, it’s useless to try and wipe it away as it returns mere moments later anyway, right back in your eye.
you can hear some players still on the field, bickering and continuing their training beyond the coach’s instructions, continuously pushing themselves to the limit to make sure they’re in top shape. it’s admirable- a knock on the door.
the person doesn’t wait for an answer, they probably know you’re in there. a head of burgundy hair emerges from behind the door before the rest of his body follows. “good afternoon.”
the strange formality is humorous at best, a little uncomfortable at worst. you smile anyway, “hi, vivien. can i do anything for you?”
he nods, closing the door behind him, “yeah.”
you blink, he blinks, you blink at each other as you wait for him to elaborate. the look in his eyes is slightly haunted, especially when he looks down to your lips. eventually, he clears his throat, “i’m stressed.”
“would you like a massage? i gave one to julien-”
well, it turns out the only thing getting a massage would be your cunt. your chest pressed to the door of the storage room while he drags the tip of his cock over your pussy. steadily stroking your clit and down to your entrance.
with your skirt bunched at your waist, panties shoved to the side your entire backside is on display for him. his eyes snap to your face, and only then does he finally push inside, laser-focused on your expression which only becomes more and more lewd with each inch he manages to force inside your cunt.
“that’s right, chérie,” he pants, the restraint in his voice adds something so erotic to it all it has your eyes rolling back, “i can feel the stress just melting away.”
it feels good, being useful. and what feels even better is his cock hitting your gspot head-on with each thrust he finally allows himself to indulge in. the moans slipping past your lips echo against the door, so he quickly stifles them by putting his hand over your mouth. “can’t have everyone knowing how good you’re being right now. they might get greedy.”
targeted? maybe. not like you’re in the right headspace to question it. your brain nearly melts out of your ears with each delicious stroke of all the sweet spots inside your tight cunt. he only becomes more and more relentless with his thrusts, his hand prevents you from chafing your cheek against the door. your moans have not stopped, though. and they get even louder when he spits on his other hand which he then brings to your twitchy clit, rubbing surprisingly steady circles on the bud.
the double stimulation has your body spasming in his hold, spit coating the inside of his hand while your mouth hangs open behind it. your hips weakly push back against him, chasing even more of the already overwhelming friction. with his chest pressed against your back as he ruts into you as if his life depends on it, he overwhelms all your senses.
the hand on your mouth presses tighter, angling your head so you can look up at him. eyes hazy, you’re struggling to keep your focus. what you can see is that his own eyes are fixated on your face, strained breaths hit the apples of your cheeks while he uses your body to blow off steam.
tears gather at your waterline as his voice reaches your ears through the lustful haze, “such a perfect girl, aren’t you?”
you nod as much as his tight grip allows, crying harder when he continues, “all these years i’ve missed you, and now i have you.-” he angles his hips even better, the newfound pleasure nearly knocking you off balance, “you’re just as perfect as you were back then, chérie.”
you try your best to warn him, hands gripping tight onto his forearm as you claw at it. your orgasm fast-approaching, you tap insistently against his arm.
but it’s no use, it seems, he’s just as lost in it all as you are, and before you know it, a white-hot flash overwhelms you, legs shaking, eyes crossing. a steady stream of liquid squirts down to his balls and his pants which he only pulled down marginally to free his cock. your cunt spasms wildly, milking vivien for all he has to give. a warmth spreads inside you paired with something akin to a whimper in your ear.
“good girl, such a good girl,” he rambles on, forehead leaning against your shoulder. his softening dick slips out, his cum following close behind. both of his arms hug you tightly against his chest, holding you up while you come down from your high.
“wow,” you giggle breathlessly, “did it help?”
you feel him nod against your back, “i think i just ascended, chérie.”
a more insistent knock than vivien’s from about an hour ago startles you both. hesitantly you call out, “who’s there?”
“someone curious as to why the storage room sounds like it’s haunted by a pair of whimpering and moaning ghosts.” oh. it was julien.
‧₊˚☁️⋅♡𓂃ִֶָ࣪☾
the silence inside of vivien’s hotel room wasn’t familiar to either him or his friend currently occupying the other side of the couch. it’s been about a week since vivien’s had his turn with their pretty manager, his childhood crush, and ever since then a weird sort of air has hung around the two men. one that even their younger companion, charles, couldn’t get his head around. luckily, he’s absent from this strange ‘meeting’.
“for someone who called me over to talk, you sure aren’t taking much of an initiative,” julien jokes, “you normally talk so much, this is kind of uncanny.”
and he’s right. for the first time in a while vivien is at a loss for words. for years he’s imagined what it’d be like to talk to you, how he’d woo you, and how perfect of a boyfriend he’d be once he inevitably got you to be his girlfriend. fucking you in a storage room a week after he’s seen you take his friend’s dick down your throat was never something he imagined, and still doesn’t know how to deal with.
seeing that vivien is making no moves to start talking, julien takes it as his opportunity to do so. “i was right, was i not?
“she takes orders like it’s nothing and soaks up praise like i’ve never seen a woman do before,” julien marvels. “honestly, at first i was ready to be like ‘oh, well if i perform badly it’ll be your fault yadda yadda’ but that wasn’t even necessary! i just had to be smart with guiding her and she did it!”
a smirk spreads across his face, “besides, you saw it for yourself.”
vivien can only nod. he did see it. experienced it too.
“want me to tell you what it was like?” vivien asks, finally looking up at his friend. “i did what you did.”
“you fucked her face?” he’s met with a shake of the head. “you had sex with her?”
then vivien nods, “right. it was good.”
“just good?” julien chuckles.
“phenomenal,” the red-head whispers, “phe-no-me-nal.”
a beat of silence passes while the two hold eye contact. julien then asks the most important question of all.
“you waited so long for her and are now just… okay with me saying and doing all this?”
vivien doesn’t answer right away. it is true; he’s waited so long for you only to watch you deepthroat his friend. and yet, just as he did when he was first made aware of your presence and identity, he can’t bring himself to feel jealous.
you were destined for him, as much as he was destined to play football with julien. both of you are his destiny, be that one way or another. and while he doesn’t particularly view julien in a romantic light, if you were to do so… as long as he remained in your life as well, all would be good.
so vivien nods, telling julien as much. “you’re both destined to be in my life. if anything, i mind sharing her with you the least.”
that has julien’s brows raising, “are you implying a throuple?”
“i’m implying i’ll be fine with anything she chooses,” vivien corrects him, “as long as it’s one of us.”
“of course,” julien laughs, “sick fuck. what if it’s neither?”
vivien leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees. it’d look comical if the words that left his mouth next weren’t said in a tone so bone chilling it even rattled someone like julien.
“then we make it so it’s either.”
the younger man can’t say he disagrees with that approach.
as for a plan? well, there’s only theory testing until something sticks. they only have so much time they can stall before and after practice, since the stadium does have opening and closing times. so, the next best thing? vivien’s hotel room. especially since they can’t risk being seen out with you in a non-professional setting. too many fans who could, and would, say something upsetting to their new- or not so new, sweetheart.
plan set in motion, it’s a few days later when vivien catches you at the end of your standard storage room clean. heat creeps up his neck and face as he remembers your teary eyes, glazed over with mind-numbing pleasure. beyond impatient to bring that look back onto your face, he knocks on the door frame. “hello there.”
your startled expression has his lips twitching upwards. arms crossed over his chest, he leans his shoulder on the frame, “didn’t mean to scare you.”
“oh, it’s okay!” you wave him off, “i’m almost finished, if you have a moment.”
he’d give you a lifetime, if you so allowed. or even if you didn’t. besides, the sight of you bending over in that little sundress he believes the coach only allows you to wear because he, too, enjoys the view is definitely appreciated.
just as you put away the last ball into the rack, your brilliant smile nearly knocks the breath out of him. “right! how can i help?”
somehow, someway you manage to look marvelous even under the glaring cold lights of a storage room way too cramped for such a big stadium. blinking fast a couple times he manages to finally get something going. though, your doe eyes, full of curiosity and excitement as you anticipate what he’s going to ask of you certainly don’t make it any easier.
“the stadium closes soon,” he states. your brows twitch upwards, but you nod along.
“right.”
“right,” he nods, “i still need help.”
“with?”
off to the side a groan echoes. with quick steps following, julien appears next to vivien, a look of frustration prominent in spite of him trying his best to disguise it.
“we’d like to invite you for dinner,” julien says for him, “we’re still really nervous, you see.”
the concerned expression that takes over your features has vivien cooing internally. you’re so sweet, always so concerned for them… not to worry, he’ll make sure you never have to worry again, as long as you agree to be theirs.
unsurprisingly, you agree right away.
just as the security goes around telling people to scram, vivien and julien usher you into the latter’s car. situated comfortably in the passenger seat next to the driver, julien, vivien sees you marvel at the expensive interior from his spot in the back. “you look like you’ve never been in one of these.”
“because i haven’t!” you bounce a little in your red leather chair, “it’s all so clean and stuff. my car is far from this comfortable.”
julien smiles at you, his tone unusually chipper, “you could have this a lot more often, amour.”
the term of endearment spills past his lips with so much ease that if vivien wasn’t privy to what was actually going on, he’d assume you were julien’s long-time girlfriend. or at least someone he dearly cherished. not just a girl who’s only recently become his object of… well, obsession, really.
both vivien and julien have been working overtime trying to find out everything they possibly could about you. every social media account, where you moved when you left him when you were both 7. everything they’d need to know about just how you like to live your life, and everything you might need once you stay with them.
it was also definitely helpful to know that there was no man present in your life that could potentially intercept their little plan.
in spite of the rather bold endearment julien threw at you, you’re still too busy marveling at the car’s interior and the confusion on his friend’s face at your lack of a reaction is humorous enough to draw a chuckle out of him.
they both share a look through the rearview mirror; your lack of attention on them confirms that they might need to employ a different kind of tactic.
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if julien’s car wasn’t impressive enough, the opulence of vivien’s hotel room is even more so. “why a hotel room?” you question, leaving your shoes by the door. the whole space is lined with gold detailing; not to mention the whole thing is a separate living room, bedroom and you assume there’s a bathroom somewhere as well. and yet, amidst all this opulence, it’s the chocolate fountain that catches your attention.
“i play for an english team,” vivien explains. “so i’m only here for the qualifiers, and until we all leave for the world cup.”
the explanation is no use, you’re long since distracted by the fountain of life. you’ve already worked away two fresh strawberries oh-so conveniently stored next to it. third one is already under the stream. with a mouthful, you can’t help gushing about the rich flavors, “woah, i could stay fed on these forever!”
your mouth full of the sweet treat, the look the two men share behind your back goes partially unnoticed. except for the split second in which you see them in the reflection of the gold-plated painting frame.
you turn your head, fourth strawberry between your teeth, “what was it you needed help with?”
both guys stare at you, one more fondly than the other, and a beat of silence passes only broken by the crunchy bite of the strawberry. julien then smiles, “it can wait. we can rest for now, can we not? you worked so hard, mon chou.”
you simply nod along, licking your fingers clean, “sounds good.”
the couch is probably the most comfortable thing you’ve had the pleasure of sitting on, and the warmth of the two men sitting on both your sides just add onto the already sleepy feeling that has been creeping up on you since you even set foot in julien’s car. he’s right, you do work hard! the sound of vivien getting back up from the couch has you looking over. he’s changed so much since you were kids. sure, he still has that monotone expression of his that used to irritate you to no end while he was preaching about you being meant for one another, but he’s definitely grown. a lot.
“what’d you like, chérie?” he asks, grabbing three glasses from the bar. “we’ve got water, cider-”
“just water, please,” you melt into the couch even more, “those strawberries were really sweet..”
your eyes flutter shut, your body unconsciously leaning towards the man who’s still on your left. when you open them again, facing julien, you find him already looking down at you. head propped up on his arm, arm leaning on the backrest. “sleepy girl, aren’t you?”
you nod, leaning in when his other hand comes up to cup your cheek, “very.”
“we’re really happy with you, y’know,” vivien speaks up, the glass clinking against the hardwood coffee table as he sets down your requested water. “we’re really lucky to have such a sweet, helpful manager.”
heat creeps up your neck, ears burning. “thank you,” you mumble, cheek smushed into julien’s hand. vaguely glancing at the table, you manage to grab your glass, bringing it to your lips. it’s cold and refreshing enough to wake you up a little. you gulp down a bit more before you set the glass back down, your back once again against the backrest so you wouldn’t be so rudely turned away from vivien.
the couch seems to just swallow you whole as the awake feeling passes pretty much as soon as it registered. the warmth from being sat between the two men who don’t really seem to understand the concept of personal space also doesn’t help. a touch to the top of your head has you looking for the source, and you find it in vivien, whose gaze is so intense it’d cause you to cower in any other scenario. and yet, right now, embraced by them both, which you have no idea when it even happened, you find yourself leaning in more and more into the affection. a pout forms on your lips, confusion marring your thoughts. “so.. what did you need?”
being sleepy has never stopped your willingness to help, and the smile you see spreading over vivien’s face triggers that eagerness all over again. sitting up straighter, you tilt your head curiously. “that’s why i’m here, no?”
“yeah,” vivien nods, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “it is.”
from behind, julien’s hand reaches over to turn your head. before you can question it, his lips are on yours. a flurry of emotions passes through you. the excitement of being needed, the lust building from his scalding hot touch is all too much for your hazy mind. but what is vivien if not a gentle giant. his hands find your waist and his lips settle on your neck. at least you figure that’s the case since you’re pretty sure it’s julien who’s kissing you right now.
with gentle, ushering touches you’re shifted onto julien’s lap, his hands traveling up and down your sides until they settle on your soft breasts. he massages them, drawing the sweetest noises from you all while swallowing them. the parting of your lips gets taken advantage of immediately, julien’s tongue meets yours gently yet firmly.
his hand intercepts vivien’s onslaught on your neck by cupping the nape, tilting your head upwards. breaking away from the kiss, he looks down at your fluttering, hazy eyes and spits. his golden eyes widen as he watches you swallow it down without even being told to. “oh, mon chou…”
behind you, vivien seems impatient to get in on the action as well. as if a mere doll for them to maneuver, you’re turned around again as your lips are claimed once more, this time by the red head. it doesn’t seem to be the end of being manhandled as you’re forced to hold onto vivien for dear life when he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. in any other scenario you may have been outraged at how easily he does it, but the muscles rippling beneath your touch and his shirt give you a sense of security. you can only figure the destination is the bedroom as your back hits the third of the softest surfaces of the day. the mattress dips on the other side as well, julien not far behind.
while vivien’s tongue explores every corner of your mouth, a chill passes over your abdomen. warm hands push up the hem of your dress, then continue exploring your legs and especially- your inner thighs.
vivien’s hands aren’t slacking either, your tits haven’t been touched this much… well, ever. in between the overwhelming affection over both the lower- and top part of your body, your gut churns with heat. the amount of slick pooling from your cunt would be embarrassing any other day, but right now you’re barely left with half a mind to care. especially not when you hear jullien choke on his breath, the usually controlled master striker brought to his knees near the edge of the bed as he’s faced with your slicked-up pussy. the panties are rendered useless, the white fabric now sheer due to the arousal dripping from between your puffy lips.
your hips buck into his touch as he runs a finger over the soaked fabric, whispering a stunned: “dude, you’ve got to see this.”
albeit begrudgingly, vivien separates from you and the heat of your kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you while his void eyes eat up the sight of you already so fucked-out. “how are you this gorgeous?”
your neck and face are already burning up, and the reverence in his gaze only makes it worse. “vivi..!” you whine, already needy for him, or julien, to kiss you again. you’re not awarded that privilege just yet.
instead, vivien gets off the bed, eyes zeroing in where julien has already been rubbing his thumb over with the hope of easing even more slick out of your heat. both men now wide-eyed and impossibly hard, share a look. “i’m going first-” they both start at the same time.
you try to close your legs, desperate to ease the insistent ache they’re making no moves to sate, only for an iron grip to keep holding them open. perhaps it’s because they pity you, or are both way too desperate themselves, one of them peels the sticky fabric off of you. you don’t have the energy to even prop yourself up on your elbows, but even unable to see what’s going on, you can feel them both near where you need them most.
with a thud, vivien joins his friend on his knees, and they both take charge of holding one leg up to expose your fluttering pussy to their hungry eyes, and even hungrier mouths.
none of the men you’ve ever been with have wanted anything to do with eating pussy, so the sensation of two tongues licking and mouths sucking nearly has your soul leaving your body. the warm, wet muscles glide over your clit, pushing the hood up so the other can get better access- it all has your eyes rolling back so far into your skull they might just get stuck.
“f-fuck-,” you babble, drool slipping down the corner of your mouth, “‘s too much..!”
one of them nips on the inside of your thigh, and it’s julien’s voice that reaches your ears, “silly girl. i thought you wanted to help? we’re busy de-stressing, are we not?”
the question is directed at vivien, you imagine, as his voice follows, “we are. just be good, okay? we’re trying to focus.”
they both return to their ministrations, now with the addition of someone’s fingers prodding at your entrance. the sheets next to your head are really put through the wringer as you claw at them, seeking any kind of stability amidst what you imagine drowning in pleasure is like. just as two digits slide right into you with no resistance whatsoever, even more slick gushes right out of you as your first orgasm of the night rocks through your body violently. the men are forced to hold you down with all they can as you thrash, tears spilling over your cheeks while they help you ride out your orgasm with both tongues and fingers alike.
“good girl,” vivien purrs, “i missed how stunning you look when you cum.”
the pleasure soon borders on painful as they don’t let up, sucking two more orgasms out of you that exact same way. each time wringing a steady stream of slick down their chins and hands.
you’re damn-near passed out, and yet just as they press their final kisses to your cunt, you hear fabric hitting the floor. as you force your eyes to open, the image of two naked men who could definitely be sculpted by the gods themselves stand at your feet. your body wrung out and pliant, covered in a layer of sweat laid before them while they eye you like you’re the finest of desserts. while already familiar with what julien’s cock looks like, his size is still beyond impressive. and scary. you’ve already felt what it’s like having vivien inside of you, and the thought of experiencing it again has your used-up pussy throbbing again.
too tired to move, the men take pity on you as vivien lays on his back, leaning against the headboard. carefully, they make you straddle him.
vivien doesn’t waste a second before his lips are back on yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue. in a moment of tenderness, he holds you close, pressing your chest to his while he lays you down on him completely. one arm held over your waist, his free hand lines his dick up with your weeping core. with clear restraint, he pushes in, mumbling praises against your lips, “oh, chérie.. you’re a dream, aren’t you?”
“the sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted,” he sighs, “now taking my cock like she was always meant too.”
“you mean only pussy you’ve ever tasted,” julien can’t help poking at his friend.
it all flies over your head, your brain melting out of your ears as vivien starts moving. both his hands hold onto your hips as he does all the work, merely holding you in place so you’re comfortable while taking the horsecock he knows he has. “such a perfect pussy, just meant for our cocks.”
behind you, you feel julien spreading your asscheeks, and a bit of spit lands right between your holes before you feel a finger prod into your pussy, right next to vivien’s dick. albeit heavily subdued, your heart skips a beat as a bit of panic sets in. you’re already stretched to the brim, sure he’s not thinking-
but he is. the tip of his cock soon replaces his finger, the heavy pressure overtakes the pleasure for a second before he pops in, a deep sigh leaving both men while a fresh batch of tears runs down your hot cheeks.
“o-oh my god-,” your mouth hangs open, the fullness clouding all of your remaining fullness. you only get a moment of respite before both men start moving again, not a single spot inside your tightness remains untouched while they both fight for who gets closer to your cervix.
“that’s right,” julien pants, hands kneading your ass while he uses them as leverage to thrust deeper and deeper. “made for us, aren’t you mon chou?”
you can only nod, your toes curling from the pleasure while you bury your head between vivien’s pecs; something he doesn’t let you get away with for long. he nudges your head upwards with his thumb, locking your lips once more.
the heat on your back increases as julien leans over you, pressing his chest to your back. he hits deeper and deeper- or is it vivien? you’ve lost the distinction. no matter where you want to look, one of them is there. the smell of their colognes mingles together, making everything around you so distinctly them.
no one was prepared for how intense this whole exchange would be, and neither of the guys is able to hold back form speeding up as their respective orgasms creep up on them. julien reaches over, squeezing your breasts while he speeds up alongside vivien. his strained voice brushes right over your ear, “gonna cum, yeah? you’ll let us cum inside, right? you’re good like that.”
lips still on vivien’s, you somehow manage a nod. the waterfalls on your cheeks have not stopped. more and more tears drip down to your chin and onto vivien’s chest. julien seems unable to hold himself back from licking up your tears, his pace intensifying as he tastes your overwhelm on his tongue.
vivien cups your cheeks, pulling you away from him. “need to see you, okay? wanna see you as we fill you up, chérie.”
you nod, the knot in your belly releasing at the same time as it does for julien. the sight of your face contorting in mind-numbing pleasure, together with knowing you’re being filled by julien- vivien cums too. a deep groan comes from behind you while vivien’s familiar whimpers spill past his lips.
there’s not a single bit of coherence left in your mind while you’re being filled with the last spurts of cum vivien and julien have to give you. they keep you like that until their softening cocks slip out on their own; your spasming cunt pushing them out.
your soft, used-up body lands on vivien, whose hands are on every part of you at once it seems. another pair of hands spreads your cheeks again and the shutter of a camera echoes through the room.
you vaguely hear vivien in disbelief, “really?”
followed by julien chuckling, “if you saw what i’m seeing you’d be commissioning a life-sized painting. i’m just doing you a favor.”
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the weight of your sleeping body on his is so comforting, vivien has a hard time laying you back onto the sheets instead. “run a bath, won’t you?”
“already on it,” julien throws over his shoulder as he enters the ensuite.
vivien’s gaze has never left you. instead, it’s been traveling down every crevice, every fold and every little bruise their tight grips on you have left. unable to withstand the urge, he gently spreads your legs again, now met with the mess they made. white spend oozes from between your legs in copious amounts, coating your puffy and swollen folds in their cream. his mouth waters at the sight, he nearly gives in to the need to clean you up with his mouth- but julien is back.
begrudgingly, he turns to julien. “what do you think?”
“yeah, she’s ours,” julien shrugs, as if merely stating a fact. which, he was. “i’m not even entertaining her choosing just one of us. unless it’s me, i guess.”
his nonchalant statement has vivien’s eyes narrowing briefly, and he’s ready to question how serious the ace is about who he believes is the love of his life- but there’s a glint in those golden eyes, and it’s enough to placate him for now.
his eyes find you again, as have julien’s. your tearstained face is akin to a renaissance painting, and neither of them can look away. the bath being filled and ready fades to the back of their minds as vivien runs a hand over your damp forehead. “you really were made to be mine, weren’t you, mon cœur?”
it’s not matter that you can’t hear him, you’ll learn soon enough that your duties are going to be far from managerial from now on. all that’s left to figure out is how to get you to resign.
“getting her fired will make her upset,” julien speaks up, as if reading vivien’s mind. "it's best if we convince her to resign.”
vivien pinches your cheek gently, “i don’t mind her getting upset. she’s going to stay with us either way, we can make her forget.”
the striker chuckles, “and i thought i was the cruel one.”
a/n: idk what just happened. i did fangirl a lot while writing lolz i dont think this is as dark as the bunny one obv but i really like it and i hope you do too!
idk if reqs are open or not but ummm if they are can I req a lil somewhat nsfw scene where reader walks in on (hmm third years?) having some... fun time 😈 (aka gooning LOL!)
feel free to ignore this ✌️✌️HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT AND REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF !
hehe thank you, i try my best!!
Third Years x gn!reader
18+ content!!!! yall been warned
Trey Clover
you were in the science club with trey, and were currently in the Heartslabyul lounge, discussing some future ideas for the club
trey wasn’t really listening to what you were saying. he was too focused on the way your clothing hugged each curve and dip of your body
he was imagining how your skin would feel under his hands, how sweet you’d taste..
he felt his pants getting tight on his crotch, and panicked. he stood up quickly, “sorry, i forgot i needed to do something in the kitchen.” he said, and hurried off to the dorm kitchen
once inside, and positive he was alone, he eased his hard, leaking cock from his pants, wrapping a hand around the base and groaning at the sensation
he slowly started to stroke in a rhythmic pattern, small groans and moans escaping his lips
you were getting impatient—what could be taking so long!? you got up and went to the kitchen, slowly opening the door
you’re quiet as you hear the slick sounds from his hand and the moans from his mouth, which were growing in volume
trey is imagining your hand around his cock. “fuck, just like that—oh fuck—y/n!” he cums all over his hand, his spend dripping onto the floor
your face is bright red, and you can feel liquid heat pooling in your lower tummy. but you ignore it and hurry back to the lounge, pretending you didn’t see anything
when trey returns, you don’t mention his voice being a bit hoarse and his face being flushed
Cater Diamond
cater was oh so infatuated with you, especially your voice. he was ashamed to admit how hard he’d get when you spoke to him in your sleepy voice specifically
it was late at night, and cater was rock hard. he couldn’t get himself to cum, no matter how hard he tried
so, without really thinking, he called you. he kinda hoped you wouldn’t pick up, because you had no clue of the depraved action he was going to take
when you did answer, asking what was up in that tired, slightly raspy yet soft tone, his dick twitched violently. he grabbed the base and began stroking himself
“o-oh, nothing much… tell me about your day!” he said in the most stable voice he could muster
you didn’t think much of it, and began talking about how your day went. as you spoke, caters hand sped up on his cock, breathless moans leaving his lips
“cater..? is everything okay?” you ask, hearing his breathy moans and the sound of something slick in the background
“i’m—fuck—okay, just keep talking.” he mustered out. but you caught on to what was going on
“you’re jerking off to my voice, aren’t you?” you ask, and grin at his surprise. “well, don’t stop. maybe turn on your camera.”
he does. and shows you exactly what he’s doing. you tell him to slow down? he does. speed up? done!
he ends up cumming harder than he ever has, all thanks to your instruction
Leona Kingscholar
leona’s daily schedule looks like this: sleep, sleep, sleep, eat, be a hater, sleep, sleep
with all that sleep, definitely comes interesting dreams
you’ve been tasked with getting leona from his room. he’s been in there all day, and ruggie didn’t feel like getting him up
so you go to leona’s room. he’s still sleeping, but you notice something strange
he’s humping his mattress, groaning softly in his sleep. turns out he was having a really nice wet dream
ashamed yet intrigued, you watch as the beastman rolls his hips against his bed, his face scrunching in pleasure
in leona’s dream, he wasn’t rolling his clothed cock into his bed. instead, he was rolling his bare cock into your tight heat, while you take him so so well
you’re standing there, utterly entranced, but you’re snapped out of it when he says something—“hah… y/n..fuck, just like that.”
oh shit. did he know you were there!? no, if he did he’d have told you to leave so fast… that leaves only one other explanation. you were in his dream, whatever it was
leona suddenly rolls over onto his back, still unconscious as he pulls out his cock from his pajama pants, his hand slowly stroking from base to tip
he then speeds up his pace, moaning louder while still chanting your name
when he cums, his entire back arched off the bed, and you can see his spend shoot onto his stomach
he slowly starts to wake, wondering what the hell just happened. when you notice he was returning to consciousness, you immediately leave
a few minutes later, you knock on the door, shouting that you were coming in
when you entered, leona’s was standing shirtless, a towel in his hands and his pants hung low on his hips
“what d’ya want?” he asked in that lazy drawl of his
“ruggie sent me. time to get up.” you said, the left the room, trying desperately to pretend that you didn’t just witness the physical side of leona’s wet dream
Vil Schoenheit
vil would never admit he indulges in pleasuring himself. he knows it’s normal, but he has far more important things to tend to
he especially knows it’s best for stress relief, which he thinks about indulging in quite often
especially when it comes to you. sevens, you piss him off so bad without even trying
and tonight’s incident sends him over the edge. pomefiore was having some event, and vil was in the middle of all of it, looking ethereal as ever
then there’s you, doing shit to piss him off. he asked you multiple times to reel in your behavior, as it’s not very beautiful. but you didn’t care, so you continued annoying him
after you almost spilt your drink on him, he stormed off to a separate back room in the dorm
meanwhile, rook advises you go talk to vil, to try and ease the situation. so you follow after the agitated blond
when you approach the grand door to the room he’s in, you hear breathy moans and something that sounds wet
you creak the door open, and see vil sitting in a large plush chair, his hand strangling his cock
he’s vigorously stroking himself, moaning each time the palm of his hand twists over the sensitive tip
his other hand is tweaking his nipples, adding to the stimulation that goes directly to his cock. his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his toned abdomen
as he nears his peak, his moans grow louder, his hands moving quicker and with more purpose than before
he finally reached his peak, cum shooting up and splattering all over his chest. he’s breathing heavily, coming down from his high when you creep into the room and lock the door
“need some help? i do have to repay you, after all.” you say, walking towards him. once you reach him, you sit down between his legs, grabbing his half hard cock
safe to say, he got his payment in full
Rook Hunt
rook had no issue with creeping around your whereabouts. he had to make sure his favorite prey was safe, right?
his worst habit was peering inside the ramshackle windows at you. whether you were sleeping, cooking, or just sitting around, rook was watching
he also had a habit of taking photos of you without your knowledge
but he got his greatest photo one night, when you had gotten some gunk spilled all over you. you showered, and after stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel
what you didn’t know was that rook had not only seen your nude form in all its glory, but that he photographed it too
it was his best photo yet. you were in the middle of wrapping yourself towel around your body, all your front bits visible in the photo
rook felt his pants instantly become tight. he hurried back to pomefiore, where he hung up the photo of you on his wall
the next day, you were attending to some business in pomefiore, but couldn’t find rook—vil had tasked you with fetching his vice
so you go to rooks dorm, and open the door after knocking lightly. what you’re met with is a sight you never would’ve expected
rook is fully nude, kneeling on his bed, one hand gripped around his cock while the other is holding some sort of photograph. his eyes are shut tightly, lewd moans coming from his mouth. what you don’t know is he’s holding last nights photo
he doesn’t realize someone is standing there as he speaks, “ahh, mon cherie, how beautiful you’d look with my cock in you…. y/n..!”
he was imagining his hand was you. that he was relentlessly fucking himself into you
there’s no way he hadn’t sensed your presence yet—he’s a hunter for fucks sake! but to be safe, you slowly creep out of the room, acting as if nothing had happened
when the doors closed, rook grins. “aw, gone so soon.. truly ephemeral.”
Idia Shroud
to me, idia is a closeted pervert. he’ll secretly spy on you, create characters in his games that look like you, etc etc. but if anyone found out, he’d be mortified for life
one day, you notice that some of the appliances in ramshackle aren’t working the way they should be. so, you go to the best tech guy you know
when you enter ignihyde, you ask ortho where his brother is. ortho says that idia is in his room like always—so, you go to idias room
you lightly knock on the door before entering, and you’re met with idia in his gaming chair. on his computer screen is footage of two characters in some niche game having sex
you take a better look, and see that the characters look identical to you and idia
meanwhile, idia has his pants pooled around his thighs, his hoodie pushed up up his chest a bit, and his slender fingers working his cock
his eyes are tightly shut, and he’s panting like a dog in heat. the sight is lewd—he looks pathetic like this, yet it turns you on beyond belief
“idia..?” you call out, stepping closer until you’re standing between him and his desk. his eyes shoot open, and he turns completely red as he starts to cover himself
“w-what the hell are you doing in here? did you knock? did ortho send you? what do you need?” he rambled, clearly embarrassed about the situation
you cut him off by pressing your lips to his, one of your hands ghosting over his flushed cock
you pull away slightly, “need some tech help in ramshackle. help me, and maybe i’ll reward you.”
you then walk out, leaving him utterly entranced. he’s never been more eager to leave his room
Malleus Draconia
malleus was no stranger to his desires. however, he wasn’t sure how to handle them
his fae instincts tell him to claim by means of sex, but he knew that wasn’t possible
but this poor boy was so pent up, he didn’t know what to do :( it only got worse when you were around, and he could feel every cell in his body screaming to claim you as his own
he hadn’t been expecting anyone to come by his dorm room. he was nude, humping a pillow that normally sat unused in his closet
it felt so good, yet it wasn’t nearly enough to ease his urges
so imagine his surprise when you enter his dorm room, holding a notebook he had forgotten
“malleus..? oh my goodness, i’m so sorry, ill leave—“ you scramble to set down the notebook and leave, but he feels a surge of confidence
“no. stay. please..” he says, and when you look at his face, he has a desperate expression
so you stay. you close and lock the door, and then step forward, coming to his bed. “having trouble getting yourself off?”
he nods vigorously. “it would seem so. i’m not used to doing this.” he groans, sitting back on his bed, his lengthy and girthy cock standing proud
you gently wrap your hand around his length, earning a broken moan from the fae
“is this okay?” you ask as you begin slowly stroking him, sitting down next to him. he buries his face in your side, his hands clutching you tightly
“don’t stop.. it feels too good.” he whimpers
within minutes, he’s bucking desperately into your hand, then reaches his peak with a drawn out string of moans
his cum splatters onto your hand and his stomach, and he’s breathing heavily as he holds onto you for dear life
“you did so good for me.” you say tenderly, holding him close to you
he was your loyal gooner goner, and he wanted it to stay that way for a very long time
Lilia Vanrouge
lilia’s ancient—he knows how to control his urges that come with being a fae
he won’t sit and say that he doesn’t get those urges, he just knows how to keep them under control
but sometimes he feels like he can’t keep them under control whenever he’s around you
one day, after a bit too much joking around that could easily be mistaken for flirting, lilia has to escape to the empty music room before he embarrasses himself
he slowly takes out his cock, and carefully strokes himself
but within minutes, the slow and careful pace turns into something more desperate. his hand moves furiously as he bucks into his own grip
you had no clue where lilia ran off to, so you decided to play roulette and see where he ended up
your first choice was the music room—little did you know, he was right behind the door, creating a different kind of melody
you push open the door, taking your chances
what you’re met with is lilia coming down from his high, cum covering his hand
“lilia! uhm, you okay?” you ask tentatively, and he flashes you his brightest smile
“oh, just fine. releasing some steam.” he beams, his hand covered in his release, his softened cock still out of his pants
your face is bright red, realizing he doesn’t care the state you’re seeing him in
“oh, uh, okay. i’ll be going, so.. take care of business in here.” you say, then rush out
he sighs, finding a nearby roll of paper towels to clean himself off. “if only you had been here sooner. could’ve helped me out.” he mumbles to himself
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note from madz~ malleus 🤤 idia 🤤 i get carried away, what can i say
i’m getting reqs done as soon as i can! sorry it takes me a few days between each post, im kinda behind right now but im working hard for you guys 🥹 thank you for the continued support! madz kisses you all
He hasn't touched any alcohol through the entire party so why do fuck do you have a huge 'B' dangling at your ass?
You haven't noticed him....yet. He already saw you lounging at the kitchen area, laughing with your friends as you lean over the counter — jutting your backside unknowingly to any students that pass by — while he's there, trying not to seethe and make a scene by dragging you out of this nauseous dorm party.
That or how his hand itches to yank that damnable waist chain of yours. The soda can in his grip makes a pitiful noise, the metal denting under his fingers as he averts his gaze to another corner of the room. He shouldn't jump to assumptions really, that pendant hooked to your waist chain could mean anything.
But the flash of white and red sears into his inner mind and the muscle in his jaw tightens. Absolutely not. It couldn't be that bastard out of all people. Then, as if to spite him further, an imagery floats up to the forefront of his brain.
The Spanish transfer student putting his hands all over you, his scarred fingertips digging into the plushness of your stomach, using the waist chain like leash while that 'B' pendant bounces off from the small of your back as he—
He's gonna be sick. He can taste the bile rising up to his throat the longer he mulls this over to himself but he can't do anything. He's not your boyfriend, he has no authority over you.
He takes another glance at your figure, still laughing and chattering, obviously of his presence. He exhales sharply through his nose before finishing the rest of his drink and crushing the can.
Fuck it. He might as well take his chances now, whether you're taken or not.
nearly maxed out tags cus i’m crazy and just have so much love in my heart i wanted to tag everyone but i had to condense so i’m sorry if i missed anyone also but just know i love you all so bad
also a lot of you i haven’t interacted with in a long time and i feel bad abt that🙁 and some ppl that i tagged haven’t even been active since last year or longer like omg pls come back soon i miss you guys 😣😣
OMG THANK YOU SM BABY I MISS INTERACTING WITH YOU TOO<\3
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Y/N: Fem, Hates being bossed around, PXG manager, has a large ego she hides
Charles 👅
"Manager-chan! Y/N! Look at me! Look what I can do!" Charles Chevalier sprinted into the film room, a soccer ball glued to his feet. You were trying to peaceably analyze match footage on your tablet. Charles executed a blindingly fast rainbow flick, catching the ball on his shoulder before spinning around to beam up at you. "Loki said we have to rest, but I want to run a passing drill with you right now! Get up and follow me to the pitch! I command you to—"
Before the word could fully leave his mouth, you slammed your tablet face-down on the armrest. You didn't move. You intentionally stayed completely silent, your inner contrarian thriving on his desperate need for approval. The more he demanded you follow him, the more you locked your jaw, a dangerous, quiet glint dancing in your eyes. "Hah? Why are you ignoring me?!" Charles whined, stomping his foot. He aggressively marched up the stadium steps, invading your strict personal space bubble. He reached his hands out, intending to grab your waist and forcefully drag you out of your seat. "Come on! You have to do what I say! I’m the star midfielder!"
The moment his fingers brushed your arm, your expression turned entirely lethal. You stood up instantly, swatting his hands away with a sharp, echoing smack. Your posture radiated pure venom as you glared down at him with an expression so cold it could freeze the grass on the pitch.
Charles came to a dead halt, his jaw dropping in absolute, paralyzed shock. A sudden rush of pink dusted his cheeks, but it wasn't from embarrassment—it was from the sheer, intoxicating pull of your glare. To the young prodigy, your icy face was completely hypnotic, a siren's song without words that commanded his absolute submission. He found the terrifying, unyielding ego burning in your eyes to be the most alluring thing he had ever encountered in his life.
"Wow," Charles whispered, a breathless, chaotic grin slowly spreading across his face as he dropped his hands but stepped even closer, completely intoxicated by your silent, terrifying wrath. "Your eyes are so beautiful when you're scary... I love it. Tell me what to do instead, Y/N. I'll only play for you."
Shidou🤤
The back hallway of the PXG wing was usually quiet, but tonight, it was a battleground. You were sitting on a concrete ledge, a stack of clipboard reports in your lap as you frantically tried to organize the nutritional data for the squad. Shidou Ryusei kicked the heavy double doors open, radiating a violent, chaotic aura after a brutal training session. The moment his pink eyes landed on your quiet figure, he smiled. He marched over, aggressively snapping the clipboards right out of your lap and tossing them onto a nearby bench.
"Forget the paperwork, manager-chan," Shidou cackled loudly, reaching down to grab your upper arms to lift you off the ledge by force. "You're coming to the cafeteria right now to watch me eat. I want you sitting next to me. Move it!"
You remained perfectly still for a fraction of a second before your inner ego completely exploded through your quiet mask. You loathed uninvited touch, and his forceful demands crossed every single boundary you had. With a sudden, fiercely athletic twist, you wrenched your arms out of his heavy grip. You stood up on the ledge, narrowing your icy eyes into dangerous slits, your posture radiating pure, unadulterated venom
."Give me back my clipboards, Shidou, and back the hell up," you hissed, your voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper that sent a literal shiver straight down his spine. "If you ever put your hands on me to force me somewhere again, or think you can shout orders at me while I am doing my job, I will make sure Ego disqualifies you from the next international selection. Try me."
The violent demon of Blue Lock came to a dead halt. The aggressive, wild smirk on his face completely froze. He looked from your glaring face to his own hands, his golden eyes widening as your icy, merciless expression washed over him. It was a physical rush—alluring, dark, and utterly intoxicating. To a creature driven entirely by raw, primal instincts like Shidou, your siren-like aura was a drug. You were the only person in the world who could look at him with such cold disgust and make his blood boil with absolute, breathless adoration.
"Ahahaha..." Shidou chuckled softly, his voice dropping to a rare, uniquely gentle rumble as he raised his hands in mock surrender, stepping back to give you space. "Holy hell, you are magnificent when you look down on me like that. You're a total siren, my little queen. Fine, fine, I'll be good. Just keep looking at me with those killer eyes."
Rin
You thought retreating to the dark, isolated corner of the indoor pitch would give you the peace you needed to review the stamina logs on your tablet. But before you could even finish scrolling through the first chart, a heavy shadow fell across the lit screen. You looked up to find Itoshi Rin standing right in your personal space. He didn't say a word at first, his dark teal eyes cold and completely empty of any media warmth, tracking the movement of your fingers with an intense, suffocating focus.
Suddenly, he reached down, his large hand aggressively slamming flat against your tablet screen, forcing it down so you had no choice but to look up at him. "You're wasting time on the others," Rin ordered, his voice dropping to a dangerously low, possessive frequency. "I told you to re-analyze my shooting matrix from the last match. Get up. You're coming to the screen room to finish my data right now."
Your inner ego instantly flared through your calm mask. You loathed being commanded, and his rough attempt to dictate your workload crossed every single boundary. Without a sound, you stood up, stepping deep into his space until you were practically chest-to-chest, completely refusing to back down from his intimidating aura. You narrowed your icy eyes into lethal slits, your expression so freezing it seemed to drop the temperature of the entire room. Your entire posture radiated pure, unadulterated venom.
"Take your hand off my tablet, Rin," you whispered, your voice a calm but deadly hiss that sent a sharp spike of adrenaline straight through his chest. "I manage the entire team's data, not just yours. You do not command me, you do not force me anywhere, and you do not touch my things. Learn to wait your turn, or I will lock you out of the training logs entirely."
Rin froze. His hand remained pressed against the tablet, his jaw clenching tightly as your cold, merciless expression washed over him. To a destructive egoist who lived to crush everything in his path, your absolute resistance was stunningly alluring. Your icy, siren-like aura didn't repel him—it hooked him entirely, pulling his focus away from the pitch and completely centering it on you. A dangerous, subtle glint sparked in his dark eyes as his chest rose and fell with a sudden, heavy breath.
"Ah..." Rin muttered, his voice dropping to a low, intense rumble as he slowly pulled his hand back, though his gaze never left yours. "You think you can threaten me? Keep looking down on me like that, Y/N. It makes me want to tear your whole system apart just to make you look only at me."
