"I couldn't believe it..." Vivien muttered, poking at the food while occasionally looking at you. “I found out through TMZ.”

You exhaled sharply. “Well… I tried to reach out.”

“You could’ve asked me if you wanted to look good in front of the public.” 

“True,” you hummed. “But my agency insisted. Besides, it was out of my control.” It really was out of your control. Vivien was in London for Arsenaly, and you’re in Madrid for your acting career. 

Usually Vivien makes odd jokes or just blabs about his friends back in London or France, and how he’s doing, but he’s absolutely silent right now. You could even mistake him for being jealous. 

“Is this why you wanted to meet up? To berate me on decisions my agency made.”

“Well, you could’ve retaliated.”

You scoffed. “That’s easier said than done. Listen, it’s been months since I’ve seen you in person and now that you have a friendlies match against Barcha, you just have to start. I didn’t know Charles spilled something on your phone.”

He didn’t have anything to say, and picked at his salad. “Regardless… You think finding out about you going out with Bunny of all people was nice to find out through a paparazzi photo of the two of you making out at some club?!”

“We were not! He was adjusting my hair!”

“I feel like that’s somehow even worse…”

He paused before exhaling sharply. “I want to go out with you, Y/N. Not just be friends and have sex on occasion. I really do like you. Please. I don’t just want to have sex, I want a relationship.” A slight part of you relished in this, that Vivien appeared to be a bit bothered. As much as you didn’t like to admit it, you liked him… a bit too much. Whenever he would get involved in dating scandals, you’d always be the first person to say something, hence why he has no girlfriend, no side piece, not even going as far as to follow anyone of the opposite sex, apart from your secret spam account on Instagram.

You messed around once and he’s already gotten attached…

“Look—!”

“Oh… What a surprise,” Bunny walked up to you two, smiling and looking at the scene. Vivien looked agitated, you looked annoyed at Bunny’s sudden presence, and Bunny looked amused.

“What seems to be the issue—?” “Shut up,” Vivien muttered. 

Bunny let out a laugh, as Vivien wasn’t much of a talker with anyone other than Julien and off she pitch.

Bunny was your friends-with-benefits, as you’d like to put it. Because why the hell not? A beefy football player suddenly being your PR boyfriend, whom also happens to live near you and is as horny as you? Why not indulge in that?  

“Seem to be a bit jealous there.”

Vivien huffed. “The hell does it matter to you?”

“Why don’t we make a little bet… Indulge a bit,” Bunny sneered. Somehow, him being gleeful was even scarier than him being pissed. “We can see who wins. Y/N, it’s obvious you want to fuck us.”

“What—?”

Vivien looked down, and he looked flustered. Bunny continued. 

“We can see who wins tomorrow during the match. Arsenaly versus Barcha. Whoever wins, well, they get to mess with you. That way you win regardless.” He then turned to Vivien. “C’mon. I see the way you look at her. And I know you’ve fucked before so why not? That way you can enjoy a nice trophy and your dream girl too… That’s if you win, of course.”

You were lucky the restaurant you were at was a secluded one in Barcelona, because God forbid the tabloids see this…

But maybe even on the pitch the day after, they could sense something was up. How there was extra aggression between Vivien and Bunny, and how visceral their reactions were to your bold choice of wearing a Re Al jersey… Sae Itoshi’s, to be exact.

It all didn’t matter though, as Barcelona surprisingly won the match, Bunny scoring the final goal and looking straight at you at the VIP box after, winking and blowing a kiss. Then came his text asking you to come to his hotel room.

You didn’t expect Vivien to be there too.

“You two…”

They were both in their tracksuits, evidently in the middle of arguing before you used the spare keycard he’d given you.

“Your best friend here really… He’s quite persistent on stopping this,” he then turned to Vivien. “Unless you want to be a cuck.”

“What—!”

Bunny turned to you. “He’s in love with you, y’know.”

“I know.”

He hummed. “See, I’d advise you to go for it… But I also don’t want to get rid of you and let him have you. Decisions, decisions…”

“Why not both?” Both men snapped their heads at you, Bunny’s face all amused while Vivien looked shocked. 

You couldn’t help it! Both men fighting over you? 

You suddenly found yourself between both of them, their bodies against yours. You could feel Vivien’s crotch stirring in his pants against your thin skirt while Bunny’s knee grinded against your clothed cunt. 

“My… Grinding against my knee, huh?” He teased, grabbing your waist to be closer to him. But of course, Vivien leaned closer.

You gasped, loving the way Vivien was caressing your body, his large hands slowly peeling off your jersey, while Bunny slid your skirt down gently. 

“C’mon preciosa, let us make you cum, yeah?” 

They brought you over to the hotel room bed where you sat in front of them. 

Bunny looked over at Vivien and his flustered state. “Don’t be so nervous, capullo.” [dumbass] To which Vivien glared at him, his eyes widened as soon as Bunny went on his knees, peeling his shirt off and spreading your legs gently.

“Fuck, Y/N… got such a pretty fucking pussy, don’t you?” He mused, his fingers tugging at your panties and exposing your pussy, that was sticking to the sheer fabric of said panties. 

Then, he began leaving light kissed at your inter thighs and then moving to licking your pussy, licking long stripes before latching his lips and swirling his tongue in you.

You lightly pulled at Vivien’s shirt in the meanwhile, motioning him towards you, to which you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him.

“Chérie… your lips are so soft,” he whispered, tilting his head and melting into the kiss. One hand was tangled in his hair, pulling him more towards you while the other was trying to balance yourself on the mattress, fingers gripping at the sheets from the stimulation. 

“Mhmmm—g’nna cum—fuckkkk!” You whined, legs shaking in Bunny’s grasp while he continued switching from licking your cunt to sucking at your clit, eliciting you to finally orgasm after what felt like an eternity of Bunny eating at you.

And by the end of it, Vivien’s face was flushed after you were practically eating his face off, to which Bunny laughed, wiping your slick off with his forearm.

“Still shy.”

“Oh shut up. I’ll handle it,” you said, guiding Vivien on the bed and leaving Bunny standing next to you. The three of you were stripped bare, and you began to straddle Vivien whilst the other one fisted his cock. 

You hovered on Vivien’s cock, grinding against it with your cunt, lathering your dripping arousal over his throbbing length while you took Bunny in your mouth. 

“Así… just like that, baby…”

Your lips suctioned around his length, dragging your tongue against the ridges of his cock and holding eye contact while doing so. Bunny was mean—demanding, grabbing you by your hair while keeping such a demeaning smile while watching you struggle to fit him all in your mouth. All the while, Vivien’s hold on your hips only got firmer, his cock only getting more sensitive the more your cunt rubbed against him.

“Putain, t’es trop belle…” [Damn, you’re too pretty…] Your eyes looked over at him and how his eyes kept direct contact to yours and your face; Vivien’s eyes were glossy and almost appearing as if they were full of love (which made a pit settle in your stomach… or butterflies… maybe because you were horny), while he directed your hips.

Even as tears slipped from your face, you could feel him getting harder between your thighs as he wiped them with such a soft smile. “Don’t cry, chéri…”

He’d shut his eyes closed, biting his lower lip while still maintaining that goddamn eye contact. “Hahhhh—I’m gonna cum… keep d-doing that—”

“Not yet,” you murmured, detaching yourself from Bunny with a pop! and focusing on Vivien instead.

“I’m not just gonna be a cuck. I won fair,” he whined. 

You bit your lower lip, lifting your hips and aligning yourself to your best friend’s cock, slamming yourself against him with a loud squelch!

“F-Fuckkkk…” Your breathing shook, balancing yourself with pressing against Vivien’s firm chest as you began to move your hips slowly to adjust properly; it’s not your fault he happens to have such a huge cock.

But unfortunately for you (or fortunately, you’re in bliss. This honestly couldn’t get any better) Bunny happens to have that too.

You felt Bunny’s thumb rub along the rim of your ass, eliciting a gasp slipping from slipping from your lips. 

“Bizcochita… Yo te quería follar también.” [Sweetcheeks, I wanted to fuck you too].

“Just do it… stop teasing—haahh! Fuck, Vi—!” Vivien began slamming you on his cock more rapidly, bouncing you with his hips as his arms held you against him.

“Focus on me. Only on me.”

And you were—until Bunny filled your other hole. 

“You’re so damn tight…Damn,” he hissed. His hands went straight to your love handles, caressing them.

Your gasps turned into lascivious moans, your hips beginning to move in their own and your back arching further at the fullness of both your best friend and fuck buddy filling you up so good.

“S-Sooo good—!” 

It was too much, with the way Vivien’s throbbing cock bullied your hole, while Bunny kept at his slow yet torturous pace, filling you up and hitting that spot so good.

“Joder… so fucking good…” 

“Nghhhh—c’m in me, oh my fucking—ahhhhh…” You cried, feeling your own orgasm crashing and your legs shake.

It was like something straight out of a goddam porno, with the way the lewd sounds of both men sliding in and out of you, your cries, and fast heartbeat from the adrenaline and endorphins, echoing in your ears. It didn’t even feel real.

“Now my turn. I wanna feel her pretty pussy. Quítate,” Bunny sneered, helping you turn around so that you’d be facing him. 

The sight made him smile—or rather his smile grow. Your two holes were dripping with cum, your legs were shaking, and your face was tear-streaked. 

“So beautiful…” he whispered, his thumb grazing your swollen lower lip.

There was something so taboo yet so attractive about this, to be fucking two of the best footballers in the world and to have them like this in such a manner… it left you insatiable, which is why you spread your folds, giving Bunny a look for him to go for it.

He slapped his cock a couple times against your sensitive folds, before entering your cunt and beginning to go at an insane pace while Vivien held you from behind as he moved slowly inside you. His large hands began to roam about your torso, rubbing at the plush fat of your hips and going up to kneading at your breasts, pinching at your sensitive nipples. 

“God, you’re sensitive already…” he murmured. Bunny laughed. “No shit. She got creampied twice already and she’s about to get two more.”

You’ve never seen Vivien so needy—so desperate. His hips gyrated against yours and you felt his grip around your tummy tighten, holding your hot body against his, with his labored breath on the nape of your neck. You could feel the vibrations of his whines against your skin while he went at it.

Your cunt was sensitive—full of Vivien’s previous loud stuffed inside; yet Bunny was relentless, pounding into you with no mercy as his arms were caging you. 

“We saw you with that damn Re Al jersey,” he scoffed, his malicious tone returning as he pistoned into you. “Maybe we should invite him next time.”

You let out a light laugh. “Be my—nghhh—guest. Maybe h-he’ll be better than you two.”

It was like a switch flipped, with both men turning more aggressive at the mere thought of someone else getting to see you in such a vulnerable and beautiful state. 

“Hell no.” — “I’ll fucking kill him for real this time if that happens.”

The three of you went at it for a bit more before they remembered they had training the next day. 

You were only here to observe the game but it really was worth your time to spend a night in Barcelona.

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i wrote this in like a fucking hour nonstop i’m going right the fuck to bed (that’s why it isn’t longer LMAO) i’ll write an eiffel tower drabble next maybe idk im TIRED and sleep deprived and have work. also shout out to rauw alejandro’s “committed” bc that shit was playing on repeat for that entire hour and i was gonna go legit insane writing this oh my god 😭 the ending sucks im gonna dhdhjsjsjsjdjdj

He was standing there, swinging his keys around his index finger while he leaned against the counter of the mechanic shop. At this point, it hadn't even been 30 minutes since you opened at 9 in the morning and yet here he was, practically close to begging.

“Be my mechanic. My personal mechanic.”

“Ask my brother—?“ “Please!!”

It started three weeks ago, after a week of you returning home and word being spread amongst the circuit that you were back. He had started asking (rather, more like berating) your brother on where you were. You’ve known Hugo for a while, and have seen how he drives. His skill is deserving his notoriety, to say the least; but this wasn’t the first time he has been asking you to be his mechanic. Even back in high school when you were still a fresh mechanic, he’d still ask for favors.

You went to the same high school—you being his upperclassman, whereas he was in the advanced literature program, you were in the engineering one. Not to mention, you were damn talented at what your brother was teaching you. Shit, you probably were better than your brother—which was probably why even now, he's still intrigued at what you do.

You’d help him, because not only were you able to get a few bucks, you’d be able to use his car as a guinea pig for mods… and as it turns out, he’d like that same situation again: you fix his cars for him, personally.

However, it isn't everyday that a hottie just happens to show up at your job, sporting that stunning black leather jacket with red accents and accompanying black top that just hugged his upper torso reallll nice... But as much as he was pretty, he was so fucking annoying.

“Then race me. And I’ll shut up.”

Your gaze was blank—and then you cackled. “Yeah right.”

“I’m serious. We race and see."

"That's not fair. I can't—"

"I'll give you my car and I'll race with a different one. You take the main one."

Well… Why the hell not? You thought… but your ‘fuck it all’ attitude would be the one to screw you over.

Because as soon as you told your brother, Lavinho, he began to cackle loudly, agreeing to fix up Hugo's Nissan Silvia S15 in pure pity. Because who in their right mind would ever challenge one of the New Generation 11 of your racing circuit? And now you have the pleasure of having his car?  

You’d seen Vivien on the track before—obviously—and there was something about him that drew you in. Despite his begging, he was a talented driver, especially during dual races where he became the perfect second man to Julien (whom is ANOTHER scary racer). His driving style was impeccable, he was calm and composed on the track, yet absolutely crazy with the way his driving was so sharp. But now, instead of observing and enjoying the race, you’re now racing against him and already feeling cold feet just having your car next to his while he chats away with your brother and your brother’s apprentice Bunny. 

“Oh look who it is! The challenger.” Your brother’s annoying quip made the other two turn your direction as you meekly walk towards Vivien's your car. Yeah, right. More like the challenged and intimidated.

“Ah! Y/N! You got this,” Bunny smiled; translation: “You’re fucking stupid. Good luck being his crazy-ass' mechanic.”

“I have faith in you,” Vivien said, leaning against his car. Your brother, however, shoved the other two lightly. “My sister is a good driver. Trust me. She has this.”

Really? Your brother couldn’t sound more indifferent.

Your only racing experience was having your brother teach you, and the fact that in general, you were a great driver. Well, when it came to driving on the highway and such, but now you were expected to race. Even as you were about to slam your foot on the accelerator, you still questioned why the fuck you even agreed to do this...

The car he had given you was beautiful. A dark maroon Silvia S15 with great modifications (courtesy of yourself and your brother, of course), and the black leather interior was stunning; not to mention, it still smelled like brand-new leather, which was arguably one of your favorite scents.

Then, the moment the checkered flags dropped (since this was a personal race between you and him, your brother was the one who was the ‘flag girl’), Vivien's black Lexus shot forward like a bullet, leaving you scrambling to keep up. 

The raw power of his car was staggering—almost unbelievable, and for a moment, doubt crept in your head. It was a different sentiment than simply watching his races from afar in interest; you felt fucking terrified.

“Jesus Christ...” You clenched your jaw and gripped the wheel with all your force.

You weren’t about to let him win that easily. the night barely started—the race did, and you weren’t about to let him crush your ego. Shifting gears, you pushed your Silvia harder, the turbo kicking in as you surged forward. 

The course wound through the city’s streets, a blur of neon signs and streaks of light. Hugo’s way of driving was impeccable, perfect; every turn was precise, every move calculated. (Seriously, if you weren’t his opponent, you’d be internally fangirling so hard…! This was damn brilliant).

You could practically feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins—sending you on a high. You could feel your heart race in your ears and your breathing quicken.

You looked around from your peripheral and spotted a narrow alley, veering off the main course. You could only hope your knowledge of cars and modifying and such could help you now.

For the first time tonight—whether you wanted to admit it or not—you felt a surge of hope, like as if you might actually win this. You glanced in your rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Vivien right behind you through his not-so-tinted window. 

His expression was as calm as ever, but there was something different in his face—a slight smirk gracing his plush pink lips. You couldn’t lie: the sight caused your heartbeat to race even more (because he was unfortunately as good-looking as he was talented and relentless). However, his jaw appeared to be clenched and his eyes narrowed at your car viciously. Like he was trying.

The finish line was just ahead, and your heart pounded as you forced your car to its limits. You gripped on the wheel like it was going to break in sheer anxiety that you would win.

But then, your mental celebration quickly came to a halt—because somehow, his Lexus seemed to come alive, glowing faintly with a red light blazing through. 

The air around the car damn near shimmered, and as he closed the gap between you. Your jaw was slack and you froze. you barely had time to react as he pulled ahead in a final burst of speed, crossing the finish line just milliseconds before you.

Vivien was already out of his car by the time you parked. You glanced over to see he was already eyeing your his car—but as he stood with the same composed demeanor. There was something different in his expression as you approached him. you might as well have decent sportsmanship.

You grabbed his hand and shook it. "This wasn't fair."

Vivien—for what it appears to be the first time ever—shot you a meek little smile and held up his annoying fucking peace sign. "You agreed to the circumstances."

You could already hear your brother and Bunny laugh, yet Vivien still kept his solemn face.

“Keep your side of the deal. I’ll be at the mechanic shop soon.” And with that, he left. (And then came to get HIS car the next day). 

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The growl of engines and heavy bass rap music blasted as another night of underground racing began, and unfortunately for you, another day of helping Hugo with his car. You stood at the edge of the lot, sipping on a can of soda with too much Red40 while watching the crowd buzz around their cars. 

It had been a few weeks since your race against Hugo at this point, and the memory still lingered like an insatiable high you couldn’t forget. You never raced like that before ever, but given that you lost, here you were, adjusting some mechanics and at his beck and call.

Working for him wasn’t as bad as you had initially thought it would be; he was nice, bought you lunch by surprise. He even would just watch you work on his car, observe how your muscles flexed in the scorching hot sun; how you licked your lips when you were focused and how he totally didn’t want you how talented you were. 

His Silvia was an incredible super car already, but with the added modifications, it added a sense of pride to just watch him race—even against his fellow top racers like Sae Itoshi or Michael Kaiser. Even Bunny, who was under your brother’s wing, didn’t drive as good as Vivien... Since again, you got to unfortunately experience that first-hand.

As much as you hated to say it, he was incredible. And you should’ve thought of that before making that impulsive decision to race.

“You really have impeccable talent, Y/N.”

And who else would it be but Vivien, walking towards you with Loki—who really looked like he didn’t want to be there.

“Oh. Hey Vi. Julien.” Vivien may be persistent and annoying, but he wasn’t rude. You just called him that to mess with him. 

“Y/N.” He gave you a curt smile before Vivien spoke. “She’s been my mechanic. Great work.”

“Oh… So she’s the reason why your mods have been better recently.”  

“Yes.” It wasn’t everyday that a measly little mechanic such as yourself would get complimented so much by two of the best racers in the city, so of course you just relished in it. 

“So,” Julian began, flashing his smile at you. “Wanna work for me? I know—I know. Huge offer. You don’t have to go through the hassle of this dumbass and I’ll pay you dou—"

“No.” 

You felt your jaw clench at how Vivien answered for you, in complete nonchalance as if he didn’t back you down from a huge offer.

“I…”

“She’s my mechanic, sorry,” Vivien said. “We had a deal and she’s my personal mechanic. Perhaps she can fix something for you, Julien, but she’s mine.”

There was silence between all of you, with Vivien’s normally nonchalant expression turning a bit sour—his lips curving into a small sneer and his tone of voice almost sounding a bit malicious. All over a stupid proposition that wasn’t eve on purpose…

“She can answer for herself, no?”

“Yes. But a deal is a deal.”

Julien shrugged. “That’s fine. See ya, Y/N. Gotta get ready for that next heat.”

What?

The night flew past after that, you being more irritated than focused on mods and your surroundings. Your anger was undeniable at this point, and it was obvious throughout the night—even when the night ended and you were stuck in his car, driving back to the mechanic shop. 

Clearly he knew something was wrong as when he finally parked in the empty garage, he didn’t turn off the lock and turned to you.

“What’s wrong?”

You scoffed. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! Do you know what you just did??”

“Why would you stop me?!” You felt angry. Sure, you liked working with him, but at the same time, Julien was better known, had connections to the corporate engineering world—something Vivien did not. 

His eyes were directed towards the closed door of the garage. “I had to. Your duty is to serve me.”

“Hah,” you scoffed, agitation only increasing. “You’re full of shit. Listen, I only agreed to this bullshit because you wouldn’t shut up and we raced. I have honor and won’t back out of shit—“

Even with his monotone way of speaking, you could also tell Vivien was starting to get irritated. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were pursed together. 

“Yeah, but even so. You are my mechanic.”

“You know what, you don’t get to tell me what to do—“

“Then leave. Leave and ignore your so-called honor.”

And you froze. Because even with the way he said it, telling you to leave despite you not having the guts to, you couldn’t move from where you were. “I—I…”

“Why say anything if you’re not gonna do it?” “Why are you mad at me for asking about an offer?"

Your breath shook and your eye twitched, grabbing him by the neckline of his black shirt. He smelled like engine oil, sexy cologne, and sweat—and you really couldn’t be more aroused. His skin looked soft and pretty and the way his veins were ever so pronounced on his biceps and forearms drove you crazy. 

“Maybe that’s the problem. if only there was something that could calm you down… You’re too damn impulsive, Y/N. And those types of things can negatively affect what you are meant to do.”

Vivien looked at you like he was waiting for you to do something—showing off that “innocent” little smile so pathetically and that gleam in his eye showing nothing but pure mischief. 

“Getting angry won’t get you anywhere.”

His face was only centimeters away from yours, and that stupid little smile on his face needed to be wiped off. It wasn’t like he was trying to be seductive either—irking you more; so you leaned in, and kissed him. 

Except, it wasn’t much of a kiss rather eating each other’s faces off. you were engulfed by him, the sound of your lips clashing filled the silence in the middle of nowhere. Vivien’s arms held you tighter by the waist as you arched towards him, your grip on the thin cotton fabric tightening. 

Vivien Hugo may be many things—including being a cocky son of a bitch with a savior complex, but damn he was sexy. 

You looked away and smiled meekly; your thoughts of him were going haywire. He was hot—he really was, but you’d love to just...

He was so aggravating yet so seductive; you just couldn’t help but keep going. 

“Fuckkkk…” He bit his lip in an attempt to shut out the string of moans that were to come out as a result of you kissing at his neck and tracing at his defined upper body with your light touches. His skin was smooth against your plush lips and tasted sweet and salty all at once. 

You pulled him by his shirt and kissed him again, where he was whining into the kiss. You couldn’t help it; you loved the way he tasted—the way he simply melted into you as your senses were submerged in the sweet taste of his lips from his habit of compulsively eating sweets (and in particular, the fresh taste of sweet mint), and the way his musky citrus-y cologne hit you.

You made eye contact to which you both left and he opened the door to the backseat, holding your waist as he laid there, still kissing you. Like he knew what you wanted, and he wanted it too. Clearly.

Vivien was a bit younger than you—3 years, give or take—and the way he acted didn’t seem to show that, nor the way he touched you like he had all the experience in the world. 

His pretty hands helped sit you up, straddling him—and took off your grey tank top in the process, only leaving you in your black bra. They roamed on your upper torso where his fingertips brushed on your blushed, hot skin in feathery soft touches. 

You felt a whine escape your lips as you felt him rub at your clit through your tight denim jeans, pushing friction onto you.

He began to take off your jeans, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping your pants until he chuckled. “God, you’re soaked.”

His usually deep voice was dripping in pure lust and vocal fry. Vivien grabbed onto your hips as he sat up on the seat, his onyx eyes hypnotizing as he went down on you. He was keeping eye contact as he slid your jeans completely off and bit the band of your panties, sliding them off. 

Your lips parted, gasping at the cold air against your sex—said gasp stretching out as Vivien rubbed at your clit slowly again. His other hand caressed softly at your thigh, almost making your hook-up feel more intimate than it should. Like you weren’t just fucking the guy you’re the semi-official mechanic of. Like he didn’t just fuck up a deal for you.

He lowered himself, simultaneously leaving kisses on your stomach and abdomen as he went down to your pussy, already dripping and aching for him. You felt your face burn at your predicament—that one or the best of your racing circuit had you arched, folded, and legs over his shoulder as he began licking you. 

Vivien’s tongue lapped at your syrupy pussy, its curvature working in his favor as you felt yourself spasm around his tongue. His curved nose rubbed on your clit while he thrusted his tongue in and out of you. It was lewd, the way dipped his head while maintaining eye contact with you.

He kept his eyes on you—how you bit your lower lip and how your eyes kept looking away from him in embarrassment.

“A-Ahh fuck…” you whispered, gripping on his maroon hair while he worked his tongue. He slurped and licked you like he hadn’t drank water in days, lapping at your cunt almost vigorously. The simple yet obscene squelching of his tongue lapping into you, sent you over the edge. 

“Nghh—ahh…f’ck, I’m gonna cum, Vi…” You murmured, eyes shut closed.

You felt his smile grow and his groan against your labia. “I love it when you call me that, chérie.”

“Oh shut up the hell up,” you murmured, lifting your hips further to feel him and his skilled tongue slithering away at your pussy. Your hands subconsciously went to his maroon hair and you couldn’t help but tug, eliciting him to let out a load groan.

But he was always so unpredictable—such an enigma—because he stopped, leaving you on an unfulfilled high.

“W-What the fuck?”

You lifted yourself by your elbows and glared at him. However your icy glare didn’t last long as you realized he was lifting his shirt up, only exposing his pretty upper torso. It was a pretty sight—that’s for sure.

“Fuck…you irritate me,” you groaned. You were complaining —you didn't want to come off as desperate even though you were. Desperate for him to screw you.

He glanced at you then at your dripping cunt. 

“You sure ‘bout that? Positive?” he muttered. you shot him a look and he then pulled you by your legs. He unbuckled his belt and as he pulled down his undergarments and pants. You didn’t know what you expected but you knew that it certainly exceeded what you thought. It was big—certainly matched his ego, that’s for sure.

He let out a small chuckle at your reaction—slapping his dick on your slippery pussy and rubbing your arousal on his length. 

“My God…” he cooed, squishing your cheeks with one hand while the other grabbed your hip as he inserted himself slowlyyy inside you. He was mocking you—uncharacteristic of him, but almost like Vivien wanted you to remember your place. As for the sex, it was almost torturous—the way he just smiled at you so sweetly while his cock stretched you out.

“For such a damn bitch, you have a pretty pussy," he mused, rubbing the skin of your thighs as he bottomed out inside you. There his ego was.

“Nghh—fuckfuckfuckfuck…Vi—! Screw you, bastard.” You cried, gyrating your hips to feel more of him and feeling his grip on your waist tighten as he pistoned into you. He lifted your hips to reach angles he didn’t before, kissing your g-spot while doing so. 

The curvature of his dick certainly worked to his favor as he hit your pleasure spots oh so deliciously. Your lips parted as you felt him—his fucking huge cock—bulge in your stomach. You could feel the car shook with every continuous thrust he gave, grabbing at your pretty, plush hips with such force.

The way he simply fucked you sent you on a high that not even racing could fulfill. You arched your back forward and had your legs grip on his waist. 

Vivien—who you know never shuts up—was speechless. His jaw was slack and all that left his mouth were breathy little moans. No snarky remark or asshole quip that was all innocent; it was like he was putty in your hands.

“V-Vi…you asshole. So fuckin'—ahhh!” You cried, feeling tears accumulate in your eyes. 

Vivien blinked and you saw the way his lips curved to a smile and the way his cock throbbed inside you—at the thought of fucking you and stuffing you so good.

“Such a pretty girl…” he groaned. He pressed the little bulge above your connection to each other, using his big hand to feel the way he went in and out. You milked him like a vice—with the way you clenched every time he made eye contact or even spoke.

“F’ck…I’m gonna cum…oh, fuck—!” you mewled, continuously rubbing your hips against his as you felt every ridge and vein of his cock against your tight walls. 

“Mmm. you gonna cum, pretty? Gonna cum all over my cock?”

You whined, stretching your body out and gripping your legs against his hips harder. The sound was almost obscene—with his balls hitting your ass as he still thrusted into you vigorously as you came around his cock. You felt his thrusts slowly stop as he came inside you; all sticky and warm and filling.

“Shit…” you whispered, feeling the way his cum dripped out onto your nice leather car seats. You were too blissed out to even say anything—to scowl or bitch him out.

You panted, your skin glistening and your heartbeat racing faster than it’s ever been. Vivien smiled softly at you under him, going down to kiss your forehead; but then that shit-eating little smile came back. 

He leaned closer towards you, playing with your hair as you blinked from your post-fuck momentum.

“Still gonna work for me, right?”

“Mm—what?”

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should i write hugo x reader x bunny threesome in full oneshot form with backstory and nasty smut say i…?

this was formerly jjk / written for that fandom but uh yeah im more into blue lock and wanted to write a cohesive hugo oneshot instead of drabble … im just upset because this plot makes no sense at all… like at all… also idk what to think abt the smut wadahell anyways streetracer hugo 🤤