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i hate when ppl hate on lorenzo like god forbid one of the new gen 11 players have some fucking whimsy for once
did this for the unofficial blue lock zine on twitter, which you can look at here !! my prompt was "sleepover" :]
some thoughts/headcanons i had while drawing this:
I miss the Ubers
Thinking about...
Your first date with Barou featuring Ubers! (Part 1/2)
Honestly I love Ubers and I love that they helped dye Barou's hair so I hc that they also insisted on helping him getting ready for his first date.
After Barou finally asked you out on a real, proper date (the whole team'd been waiting for months since they learned about his crush), they nagged him for the whole day before, fussing over him despite his death threats.
Barou'd probably die before he ever admitted that he needed help, but he had zero experience in romance, and apparently just a big ego and lots of confidence wouldn't cut it in a relationship, especially with someone he cared for deeply like you. He wanted it to be perfect, wanted you to be treated like royalty, and the King wouldn't settle for less.
Honestly, I don't think he was that much of a stubborn prick, like, he had his own rules and would definitely try to project them on others (also a very selfish, hard-headed, short tempered person in most situations), but he wasn't the kind to not being open to learn and improve, especially if it benefited him.
So, after a little persuasive speech from Aiku, the King caved, begrudgingly, and he allowed his teammates to help (help, not meddle) just a little.
As a result, we had Aryu picking out clothes and doing his hair and even some skin care (they begged him to ditch the hair gel which Lorenzo'd hidden in God knew where), making sure that Barou was gonna be "the most stylish" man on the streets that evening.
Then there was Niko looking up dates ideas and locations, activities that, according to his knowledge in anime and online, are the pinnacle of romance. The boy even made a playlist of cheesy love songs which Barou couldn't get mad at though he found those songs way too sappy for his liking's.
What's more? Well, Aiku and Sendou (mostly Aiku), of course, tried to give out some dating advice based on their experiences. Y'know, the typical how to talk to girls, some grand gestures and a few pick up lines and whatnot (also some tips in bed, which resulted in them getting yelled at). Barou found those utterly ridiculous and stupid, he knew how to be a gentleman on his own just fine, but he secretly kept them in mind, just in case.
It took the whole afternoon just for the preparation, but at the end of it everyone was pleased with the results of their handiworks. Barou was satisfied as well, of course, since his teammates actually helped and suggested things that he was confident and comfortable with instead of forcing him to be some Prince Charming that he wasn't.
And of course, right before he went to pick you up, Snuffy pulled him aside for "the talk". If it wasn't out of respect, Barou would've snapped and left already, but, much to his obvious annoyance and the scowl on his face, he reluctantly sat through it, even if he knew damn well that he would never did anything without careful consideration, and to you of all people. That was the most uncomfortable conversation in his life, honestly.
Now he just needed to go and not fuck this up.
They're so silly I just need them together again.
Also my long fics flop so bad every time i hope this won't i'm struggling T_T
call an uber on your way out! - o. aiku
cw: Oliver Aiku x uptight Head of PR! reader, pet names (sweetheart, doll, pretty, baby), alcohol use, language, smut, p in v, fingering, mocking, boob play, dub-con possibly? (she’s drunk and he’s barely tipsy)
this got way too long and I’m gonna cry if it does bad (new to writing smut)
mdni!
wc: 3.8k
The first thing you learned when you became the head of PR for the Ubers football club was that trying to make a bunch of weird guys look good in the media was hard. The second thing you learned was that Oliver Aiku was a slut.
He was by far your most problematic player, even with Barou on the team. Sure, Aiku was at least was charismatic and outgoing, but that didn’t do much to make your job easier. He just did some weird shit. After all of the leaked text chats and cheating scandals you had to cover up, you were getting tired of his nonsense. At least Barou kept to himself. Granted, that was why keeping up his image was difficult, but Aiku’s charm did the same.
The worst part of the whole affair? He thought that he could actually win you over. Niko had “warned” you about this whole bet he had with Sendo over whether or not he’d be able to sleep with you by the end of the season. Could he seriously make your job any harder?
When you were briefing the team on sponsorship updates, his eyes never left you. It was growing obnoxious, and maybe even just a bit unnerving.
“Okay, Sendou, I’m working on finalizing your Nike campaign, but it should be finalized by the end of the week and the shoot should be somewhere between next Tuesday and Friday. I’ll get dates to you as soon as possible,” you directed, reading back over the notes you had written down about their sponsorships. “Aryu, the hair care ad has been doing well so far, I’ll send over statistics. Aiku, I went ahead and turned down the Calvin Klein offer. Knew that wouldn’t be something you’d be into.”
He raised a brow, holding in a snort. “Seriously?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you scrambled to find a fake apology, an exaggerated frown on your lips. “Would you have wanted to do that?”
He shook his head, an amused grin on his face. At least he was amused. “If you think that’s what’s best.”
You scoffed and turned away from him. You still had ten minutes left to finish your briefing. That was enough time. You ran through the rest of your notes as quickly as you could, and dismissed everyone once you were done.
The universe apparently didn’t want to let you off that easy, though, because Aiku began to walk toward you just as you were packing up your papers.
“Hey, hey. Sweetheart. I have a question,” he began. He still had that annoying, cocky grin on his lips. The amused glint in his eyes didn’t help much, either.
“Sweetheart? In the 21st century?” you scoffed. No way in hell were you going to let him see you crack from a few small compliments. If Nikko was right — which he normally was when it came to something stupid his teammates were doing — then you weren’t going to make it easy for Aiku.
He gives you an unimpressed stare. He was still smiling, though. That was no good. You needed him to at least fake a pout and walk away to be satisfied.
So, you continued your mocking. “Which war did you fight in, again?”
“Okay,” he nodded, holding his hands up in surrender, “be nice.”
You scoffed. “Being nice is for lame people who like their jobs.”
“Oh, so you don’t like being around a hot guy all day?” he snorted.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve heard someone call Barou hot before, but yeah, I guess he-“
“Doll,” he gave a teasing pout. Now you were one step closer to getting him to leave you alone. “Come on. I know that you know I was talking about myself.”
“Oh, I don’t think I’ve heard anyone call you hot, either,” you shook your head, a small, faux innocent smile on your face. Trying to maintain appearances might have been the only reason you hadn’t snapped on him yet.
“Wow. You’re a lot meaner today than normal.”
“Well, I just started tolerating you this week and you’re treading on very thin ice right now,” you tsk-ed.
Nikko groaned from across the room. “You started to like him after the bet?”
“Shut up,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes.
Aiku raised a brow. “Oh? After the bet, huh?”
So it *was* real. It wasn’t like you doubted Nikko that much, or that you had enough faith in Aiku’s character to think that he wouldn’t do something like that, you just found it… odd. He was so adamant on something that you clearly weren’t going to allow. His determination was admirable, sure, but it was idiotic.
“Gross,” you crinkled your nose at the thought. “No, that’s not what I meant.”
“You’ve thought it at least once, though.”
Oh, God. His smirk had returned. That wasn’t good for your case at all. If he was enjoying himself, there was no way he was going to let go of the topic.
“Absolutely not,” you argued.
“So you wouldn’t be interested in getting drinks with me and Sendou tonight?”
Your arms were crossed by that point. “I don’t drink.”
“I saw you drinking straight from a wine bottle in your office three weeks ago.”
Maybe the fact that you had actually done that made matters just a bit worse for you.
“I ran out of clean water bottles,” you scoffed internally at yourself for the lame excuse.
He looked so cocky at that and you knew he was trying not to laugh. “So you used an empty wine bottle as a replacement?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you even have an empty wine bottle on hand if you don’t drink?” he raised a brow.
And that was how you got coerced into going to a bar with Aiku and Sendou.
It took you about five minutes to regret your decision. The first mishap of the night happened before you even got to the bar. Work ended much later for you than normal, and Aiku was in such a rush that he wouldn’t let you go home to change before heading out. So you were left to sit on a sticky bartop stool in your nice pencil skirt, rolling up the sleeve to your button up so you weren’t completely suffocated.
The second mishap led to you attempting to run off and find wherever Sendou had wandered off to. You spotted one of your more recent ex hookups stumbling through the bar. You had met him through a mutual friend, and that friend had informed you not too long ago that he was still broken up over you “forgetting” to call him back. It wasn’t like you had been planning on starting anything with him. He worked a minimum wage job, and you could access a professional athlete with ease (not like you would want to, though). Why would you go for someone so uninteresting when you could have someone else who was miles better by comparison?
The third mishap of the night happened when you were walking away from the bartop and he noticed you. He recognized you, despite how clearly drunk he was (which you found more disturbing than flattering) and he made a beeline in your direction. Deviating from your original plan to just find Sendou, you rushed to the bathroom and settled for hiding in the line. Aiku had been sitting next to you earlier, but after just a few minutes he was gone. At the time, you had been thrilled that he decided to leave you alone. Now, though, you were starting to think that it would have saved you some worry to have him beside you still: at least he would scare off all of the other guys trying to make passes at you — or in the current circumstance, hunting you down and following you.
You waited in line for the bathroom for seven minutes, despite not actually needing to go. Aiku truly knew how to pick a popular place. The moment you saw him again, you were going to tell him that you were getting a cab back to your apartment. You could still find it in yourself to be courteous enough to warn him before you abandoned ship. Unfortunately, that time never came because of mishap number four.
You had figured that wasting that much time in line was enough to get your ex off of your back. It was a bit horrifying to be tracked by a man whose name you had already forgotten. You tried to find your previous seat again, only to learn that it had been taken by some blonde girl wearing a dress that barely covered anything. Gross. Now you had to turn around and find somewhere in the overcrowded bar to sit down for five minutes. You probably would have been better off in the bathroom.
You tripped over someone’s foot and stumbled back into another person. Quickly regaining your balance, you turned around, giving a small, apologetic smile. You didn’t look up at the person’s face. “Sorry, sorry. Excuse me.”
Whoever you ran into nodded. “Don’t worry about it.”
Fuuuuuck.
You recognized that voice. You had been avoiding that voice all night, actually. Before you could back away or say anything else, though, your casual-hookup-turned-stalker spoke again.
“Never thought I’d catch you at a bar after-”
And all of a sudden, you were yanked back into someone else’s chest. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was that time.
“Don’t think she’s that into drunk guys,” Aiku gave a dry laugh to the other man.
He laughed back. “Didn’t think that I was flirting.”
“Does it really matter?” You knew Oliver. You knew that he still had a carefree smirk on his face despite the situation. You knew that he had absolutely no idea who he was talking to. That should have worried you.
Finally, you looked up and saw the cold, not quite lucid look in your ex’s eyes. “I’ve been seeing her.”
“I would’ve heard about you if she was actually seeing you,” Aiku responded, his voice as smooth and casual as ever. What a cocky bastard.
“Who are you?” the other man asked. You were still blanking on his name.
“A friend.” You could practically feel him shrug. He still kept you held close to his chest, and it wasn’t as horrific of a feeling as you would have expected.
After a few more seconds of drunken processing, your hookup-turned-stalker rolled his eyes and walked off.
You turned to Aiku at last, eyes settling on his smirk. “Is there a story behind that?”
“Absolutely not,” you scoffed.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He chuckled, nodding slowly. “Sendou’s in a booth somewhere if you wanna join us.”
The only reason you followed him was because of the mention of Sendou. If there was a third party involved, maybe you would be safe from having to file a harassment claim with HR. Unfortunately for you, though, you forgot that the third-party being Sendou meant that he was probably already drunk on some cocktail with a stupid name.
After three minutes, both of them were making you beg for a cab ride home.
Aiku was on the outside of the semicircle booth, and Sendou was on the inside. That left you in the middle, being completely crushed by both of them. To deal with their obnoxious jokes and stupid drunk laughing, you started chugging straight from the bottle of Brandy sitting on the table in front of you. It seemed to drain your senses just a bit too well, though, and mishap number four happened.
You were in Oliver Aiku’s apartment.
Even in the moment, you didn’t remember much about how you agreed to it. He had offered you a ride — despite the fact that he had also been drinking — but you assumed that he would be talking you back to your actual house, not his. On top of that, you figured that the offer wouldn’t include being slammed against a door and kissed.
Not that you’d complain, though. You’d just have to live with the regret when you were back to being sober.
Within seconds, his lips had moved from yours to your neck. One of his hands was on the back of your head, tangling in your hair while the other roamed over your body. He alternated between palming at your tit and rubbing over your waist and your hip. You were unsure where to put your hands still. It had been so long since you had hooked up with anyone that you barely remembered how it was supposed to go. You were focused on your job, you didn’t have time for a relationship, and that should’ve been it. But Oliver Aiku had wildly different plans.
He gave a quick bite to the column of your throat before moving back to your lips. Aiku was practically trying to swallow you whole, messily pushing his tongue past your lips. The way he began to unbutton your shirt was too rushed and eager for you to know how to react. By then your hand had found his messy hair, tangling it even further. When he started to push your button-up off of your shoulders, your hands slipped under his shirt. He grinned into your mouth at the feeling of cold fingers lingering barely over the waistband of his pants. You had been almost too dizzy to stand just minutes earlier, but that feeling seemed to vanish when Aiku started tugging on your arm and leading you to his bedroom.
Normally when you stepped foot in someone’s room for the first time, you wanted to take in as many details as possible. You could learn a lot about a person strictly based on how they decorated. Aiku clearly didn’t know about this habit, though, because you had just one minute of air before he pushed you into his bed. You landed on your back, letting out a small noise of surprise, and he crawled on top of you. He started at your neck again, alternating between kissing, bitting, and sucking on a pattern that only he understood.
He trailed further and further down, going from your shoulder to your collarbone, to the tiny amount of tit popping out of the top of your bra, to your naval, and then finally…
Bullseye.
“You gonna let me take this cute lil’ skirt off of ya, pretty?” he smirked up at you, heterochrome eyed sparkling in delight.
Your mouth hung open in either awe or surprise, and all you could do was nod weakly. Your lungs weren’t working well enough for anything other than tiny gasps.
He huffed out a laugh, a single large land finding the zipper at the side of your hip. “Can’t think of a comeback anymore?”
Your hand came up to cover your eyes out of embarrassment. All you could manage was a weak, “Shut up.”
You could feel him grin without even seeing it. “There we go. Keep the attitude, doll. Best you can, okay?”
There wasn’t even time for you to ask why before your pencil skirt was discarded somewhere in the floor of Aiku’s room. And he nearly laughed when he finally saw your panty-clad pussy.
“What?” you shot up, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden because of Oliver Aiku. God, you were pathetic.
He just placed a hand on your stomach and pushed you into your back again, holding you down. “Nothin’. I can just see how wet you are. ‘S cute.”
“It is not ‘cute’,” you scoffed.
“It is,” he argued, no real malice behind his words. “Look at ‘er. She’s pretty.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“I am.”
He ran the knuckle of his index finger over the wet patch growing right in the center of your baby blue panties. You despised the small jump in your thigh at the feeling. You knew that he noticed.
“Yeah?” he mocked, looking up at you through his lashes. “That too much already?”
His smirk only widened at your lack of a response, and he began to carefully peel your underwear off your body. He tossed them somewhere near your skirt and moved back up between your thighs. And he watched. Oliver sat there, staring at your glistening, weeping cunt, at total peace with the world. You let out the smallest, most pathetic whine, your pussy clenching at just his gaze.
“It’s been a while, huh?” he teased, continuing to watch every reaction you made. When you tried to close your legs, he just pried them back open.
“It hasn’t,” you scoffed, a feeble attempt at a lie.
“Mhm, sure.”
With zero warning, his middle finger was just barely pressing into your entrance. You fought your urge to push yourself into him to get more than that. He waiting for a minute, eyes focused on your face, and finally pushed all the way in.
Oliver prodded a bit, trying to gauge how much room he had. It wasn’t much. You were tight, and twitching, and all too clenched to have fucked someone within the past few months. It was cute, in a way. Getting someone so uptight — so untouchable — so worked up over him with just a few simple touches? It was the highest honor he could’ve been given. He would have to thank Sendou for getting that bottle of Brandy.
“Aww, baby,” he cooed, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you, curling slightly. “Do you not touch yourself ever? So tense…”
You whined, only realizing then just how pent up you were. You never had the time. The rest of your PR team was incompetent and you had to do their work for them half of the time. With so much going on at once, you never even thought about masturbation.
So you shook your head.
And Aiku clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Do I really make your job that hard, baby?”
You gave a second weak nod as he curled his finger again.
“Guess I have to make it easier for you now, huh? Can’t have such a pretty thing suffering in silence.”
He slipped his ring finger inside of you, stretching you out just a bit more. Still pumping and curling, he slid a hand underneath you to snap the hook of your bra (which was the same baby blue as your panties). Of course someone like him was able to do it with a single hand. He tugged on the straps as casually as ever — his fingers still ruining your gummy insides — and pulled your bra off as his other hand occupied itself with massaging one of your boobs, his thumb running over your nipple in lazy circles.
It was getting difficult for you to ignore the squelching coming from between your thighs. It was obscene and disgusting, and Aiku was all too calm doing it. You were going to lose your mind. That was if you could gain your rationality back.
His fingers moved faster, now scissoring into you to prep you for his cock. He continued to watch you, soaking up every pant and moan that left your parted lips. And just when you gasped out his name—
He pulled his fingers out of you completely.
“What was that?” he hummed, pushing his slick-covered fingers past your lips so you couldn’t reply. You groaned around his fingers, earning a grin from him. “I’ll help you out, baby, don’t worry.”
He pulled away just enough to be able to sit up and strip himself of his pants and boxers. With how many girls he brought over in a month, you had assumed that he’d be big. You never spent much time thinking about it, though. Now, sitting face to face with his cock, it was almost a bit intimidating. It was thick, heavy, and already dripping with pre-cum. Your thighs began to close subconsciously as you just stared into Aiku’s eyes, and he smirked, moving back towards you.
“You already gettin’ scared, pretty? Haven’t even put it in yet,” he chuckled. He gripped the base of his dick, running his tip up and down your folds, delighting in the way your legs twitched. “I’ll be nice. Gonna take this nice and slow, okay?”
You gave him a meek nod.
“If you’re really that worried, though, I can double check,” he shrugs, moving back just enough so he could slide his dick up through your folds — tip catching on the hood of your clit intentionally — and onto your stomach. He was fucking measuring. His tip ended up just a centimeter or two below your belly button. “Might be a little tight, huh?”
You wanted to scoff, maybe even hit him, but he was already pushing in. He was slow at first, waiting until he bottomed out to pick up the pace. Once he was there, though, he pressed his hand onto your stomach and felt the barely visible bulge. “See? Exactly where I thought I’d be.”
And immediately, he pulled out almost all the way, and thrusted back in. You let out a cry, the feeling foreign by now. That just encouraged him to keep going. He rolled his hips against you a few times as you tried to cover your mouth with your hand, and you immediately traded that for clawing at his shoulders.
Quickly, he found a rough, deep pace, never moving his hand away from your stomach. After the work he had already done with his hands, you were starting to feel that knot in your stomach after barely any time.
“‘S too much, too much,” you moaned, arching up into him. He would have been lucky if his back wasn’t littered in scratch marks by the morning.
He leaned down into your neck, planting a small kiss. “You’re takin’ it just fine, baby.”
His thrusts sped up a bit more, and you knew what was coming. Clearly he did, too, considered he moved his free hand from your stomach down to your clit, working it with his thumb.
“You gonna cum?” he grinned, eyes never leaving your face. He would die a happy man if the last thing he ever saw was your fucked-out expression.
You just nodded, moaning and whining like a total idiot.
“Don’t fight it off. Come on. Right around my cock. You got it.”
And you did. Your back arched off of the bed straight into his chest, and your thighs trembled around him. He continued to fuck you through it, trying to hold his own orgasm off as your cunt spasmed around him. Once you were drained of everything, he pulling out, spilling all over your stomach.
You didn’t remember much else after that the next morning. What you did know, though, was that you woke up in Oliver Aiku’s bed with him no longer beside you, and your phone was on the nightstand beside you with a few fresh texts from Sendou.
I hate you.
You just cost me 5 grand.
Please get STD testing.
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Ubers
Chat I love them. I love Ubers so much so let me throw on you my delulu
Everyday Life in Ubers
Characters included: Shoei Barou/Baro, Shuto Sendou, Marc Snuffy, Jyubei Aryu, Oliver Aiku, Ikki Niko
(no more cuz I'm tired)
A random thoughts about them as a real team