Mmm mmm, yeah yeah .ᐟ
sypnosis. the twst boys seeing you in booty shorts
pairings seperate. rook hunt x reader, vil schoenheit x reader, trey clover x reader, cater diamond x reader, leona kingscholar x reader, ruggie bucchi x reader, azul ashengrotto x reader, jade leech x reader, floyd leech x reader, malleus draconia x reader, idia shroud x reader, lilia vanrouge x reader
content / warnings. reader is yuu/prefect, this is set after book 7 so all characters are aged up, established relationship, suggestive themes though nothing overly explicit
word count. 1.7k (130-200 words each)
A/N. no silver and jamil sadly because i lost motivation to write whoops, will be posting requests soon heh
♡ Rook Hunt
You’re in your room, scrolling on Magicam as usual when a soft knock taps against your window. And of course, it’s Rook. Perched comfortably on a nearby tree branch, greeting you with his usual bright smile. As you slide the window open to let him in, his attention drifts elsewhere. His eyes drift down to your shorts—how they hug your shape and leave your legs mostly bare. He stares a moment longer than he probably should, only snapping back when you clear your throat to get his attention. “Ehem.” you clear your throat, jolting Rook to look you in the eye. “Mon amour, those shorts suit you wonderfully,” he says, his smile stretching wide as he steps closer, gently pulling you toward him. “It is as if you’re tempting me.” He murmurs, voice dropping as his hands rest against your hips, sending chills down your spine.
♡ Vil Schoenheit
Vil returns from his shoot looking drained, eager to come home to you. As he steps into his dorm, he runs a hand through his hair, eyes closing as he prepares to vent about his day. “My dear, you wouldn’t believe what happened today—” he begins, only to cut himself off the moment he looks at you. But that wasn’t the point, he was more focused on the shorts you were wearing. You’re in the middle of getting dolled up, carefully applying mascara, oblivious to the effect you have on Vil. But it isn’t the makeup that distracts him—it’s the shorts you’re wearing. His gaze lingers on your thighs, the fabric fitting you almost too well. A faint flush rises across his cheeks before he quickly moves, placing his blazer over your lap. “Wha—what’s wrong, Vil?” you ask, confused by his sudden reaction. He turns his head away from you, trying to regain his usual composure. “While I must admit those shorts suit your figure beautifully—I would much rather you wear them only when you’re alone with me,” he says, his back still turned, his cheeks noticeably flushed despite his attempt to stay dignified.
♡ Leona Kingscholar
Leona wakes up from the faint feeling of you stirring beside him, He lazily opens one eye, only to find himself greeted by the sight of you stretching next to him. Normally, he’d ignore it and drift back to sleep—but something catches his attention. His gaze lingers on your shorts, how they cling to your thighs and have ridden up just enough to leave very little to the imagination. When you catch him staring, he turns his head away like it was nothing. “Ehem, you were staring, mister?” “I wasn’t, you’re imagining things.” “Mhm, sure you weren’t.” You weren’t buying it, but you knew better than to try Leona at his own game.
♡ Ruggie Bucchi
You had called Ruggie over to help with your laundry offering free food as payment—well who was he to decline right? He knocks on your bedroom door, and when you open it, his gaze instantly drifts downward. Before you can question it, he gently tugs you closer, his hands resting on your hips while he quickly scans the area, a faint blush creeping onto his face. “Hey, your shorts-” He says abruptly as he keeps glancing around. “What about them?” “They’re really short! And—look, they suit you, alright? They look really good on you, but I don’t like the idea of other people starin’ at you weird,” he blurts out, his eyebrows furrowing more with each word as he unconsciously pulls you closer, clearly bothered by the thought.
♡ Cater Diamond
You decided to stay over in Cater’s dorm for a change. He had already noticed the shorts you were wearing earlier but didn’t think much of it—at least, not until morning came. He woke up to you sleeping on your side, one leg stretched long as the other curved at your knees. He wakes up to the sight of you still asleep beside him, lying on your side with one leg stretched out while the other bends slightly. At some point during the night, your shorts had ridden up your thigh just enough to catch his attention, and he can’t help but stare for a moment longer than he should. It takes him a few seconds to snap himself out of it, a warm blush creeping across his face as he quickly looks away. He takes his phone and snaps a few pictures of you sleeping peacefully, the sevens know what he’ll do with those photos later.
♡ Trey Clover
You had agreed to helping Trey with baking, but it seems like you didn’t catch the dress code apparently. You came into Heartslabyul’s kitchen in an oversized t-shirt which was in fact, Treys but he left it in your room so you can’t be blamed—then short shorts to top it off. Hearing your footsteps, Trey turned around, a smile lighting up his face. “Oh, Prefect, perfect timing—” He stops mid-sentence when he takes in your outfit. Quick to react, he drapes an apron over you, stepping close behind you. “I don’t mean any malice, but this school is full of boys, and you know how they can be,” he says, forcing a small smile while his ears turn a bright shade of red.
♡ Azul Ashengrotto
Azul had been buried in work all day, hogged up in the VIP room organizing paperwork, barely sparing you a glance. So, you decide to tempt him. You slipped into your shortest pair of shorts and flopped down on a nearby couch, swinging your legs lazily as you casually watched him do paperwork. After a while, Azul’s patience starts to thin. “Please my pearl, quit with the staring-” he begins, only to freeze mid-sentence when his eyes inadvertently catch your thighs, barely covered by the shorts. You’re sprawled across the couch, legs draped over the armrest, giving him an impossible view. He opens his mouth to say something, then shuts it again a few moments later, adjusting his glasses and letting out a shaky breath in frustration. He returns to his paperwork, but the bright red blush on his face gives away just how flustered he really is.
♡ Jade Leech
You’d spent the night in Jade’s dorm room since it was a weekend anyways, and he had left you in his room to tend to his duties at the Mostro Lounge for a while—stating he’ll be back in a few. Making yourself comfortable, you decided to take a shower and change into something casual—a flimsy tank top and a pair of very short shorts. After an hour or two, Jade returns to find you sprawled across his bed, the shorts fitting you in all the right ways. He pauses for just a few seconds, taking in the sight, before greeting you with his usual calm smile. He acts perfectly normal around you, but the sevens know just how much restraint it took for him to hold back the urge to devour you right then and there.
♡ Floyd Leech
Out of nowhere, Floyd visits you at Ramshackle on a random Saturday. You’re in Ramshackles lounge, sprawled on the couch with a bag of chips in hand, endlessly scrolling through Magicam—when a loud thud startles you. The door had slammed shut behind him, and there he is. Floyd, here to see you. “Shrimpy, where are you?” He coos, as he walks towards the lounge, only to freeze when he spots you in an oversized t-shirt and flimsy shorts. After a brief pause, he strides over, a smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Before you can react, he pins you gently against the backrest of the couch. His carefree expression fades into something darker, more predatory. “Don’t tempt me,” he warns, his voice low as his hands rest on your thighs—firm enough for you to feel, but not enough to hurt. Oh may the sevens save you from this man, but you know damn well you’re right where you want to be.
♡ Idia Shroud
Idia had invited you over to defeat a dungeon with him, he didn’t expect you to come so—comfy-looking. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice how short your shorts were, barely covering you from waist down, though he didn’t have the nerve to mention it. As you two played, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your thighs, fumbling through the game more than usual. He wasn’t acting like himself, and it was painfully obvious. “Idia what’s wrong? It’s unusual for you to be, THIS bad.” you say, raising an eyebrow as his blue-flamed hair flickers bright pink. He stammers, struggling to form coherent words. “It’s just… y’know… your shorts—” He stops, the tips of his hair glowing an even brighter pink. After a shaky pause, he continues, voice dropping a little with each word “They… they look good on you. A bit too good, maybe…” Somebody, please, save him from this mess.
♡ Malleus Draconia
You’d stayed the night in Malleus’s dorm, with the flimsy excuse that he couldn’t sleep well without you around—he could sleep well just fine without you. He was just being dramatic. Somehow, you woke up earlier than him, and decided to make the most of the quiet morning. As you brushed your hair in front of the mirror, Malleus quietly approached from behind, his hands resting lightly on your thighs as he toyed with the hem of your shorts. “Good morning, my dear,” he murmured, his chin settling gently on your head. His eyes flicked to your reflection in the mirror, lingering on your thighs for a moment before looking away—though it was clear he wasn’t trying all that hard to hide it.
♡ Lilia Vanrouge
You weren’t expecting anyone today—it was a Sunday, after all. But of course, Lilia just had to disturb your peace one way or another. As you were just waking up and stretching, you’re met with the sight of him upside down, that same infuriating smile plastered on his face. “Good morning,” he teases, flipping upright with ease. “—Lilia! Sevens, you almost gave me a heart attack!” you exclaim, clutching your chest. But Lilia’s attention isn’t on your reaction. His gaze drifts lower, lingering on your thighs, hugged perfectly by your shorts. He stares for a few more moments before meeting your eyes, flashing another mischievous smile. “Though I do think your shorts fit you quite well,I’d prefer you without th-” You cut him off instantly, slapping your hand over his mouth, a blush spreading across your cheeks. “—Lilia!” you shout, as he chuckles muffled against your palm. Gosh, this man.
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