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pairing: vivian hugo x reader

content: r18 content mdni, brat tamer!hugo, ofc bratty fem!reader, college au, spanking, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, degradation and praise, pet names, rough to softdom hugo, throatfucking, facial, wearing hugo’s glasses (with cum on em)

wc: 1.8k

you're a smart girl. always gotten ahead of your class, always got outstanding marks, you'd do the tutoring instead of the other way around. but somehow you're on your knees on the carpeted floor of vivian hugo's dorm living room and before you was a textbook on ethics and sexual morality accompanied by your organized notes on cell biology. a cozy space lit with a floor lamp sitting in the corner of the room.

"viv, i'm tired of this! ethics is not my thing at all," you groaned, head bashing into the pages of your book.

to which the redhead shot you a short glance before exhaling through his nose, momentarily putting his own book down. he rolled his sleeves up, pushing the metal frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

read part 1 here ^^

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꒰ summary ꒱; you play the infamous tiktok prank on your boyfriend and this is how he reacts. if you haven't seen it before, just search the title on tiktok and u should be able to find it ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

꒰ content ꒱; fluff, crack, implications of a toxic relationship (not actually any!) i apologize if anyone is ooc, i triedd </3

꒰ featuring ꒱; yukimiya, loki, hiori, bunny, kurona, karasu, hugo, aiku

yukimiya kenyu

yukimiya was half way through ordering when you said it.

a smile graced his lips as he was turned to the waiter.

he glanced over at you, the smile dropping just a little in confusion.

"what was that, sweetheart?"

"uh- can i-"

"go on?" he murmurs, his fingers reaching out to hold yours under the table, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand tenderly.

you could only stare, contemplating continuing.

you gave up shortly after, realising yukimiya was not the best person to do this on.

TEXTS BETWEEN YOU AND KAINESS PT. 1

: ๑ : “SHE WANTS ME SO BAD!” CH. 8

synopsis : you end up receiving a text message from an unknown number , which later you decide to mess with him a bit after realizing he was a famous soccer player.

characters : otoya , karasu , yukimiya , hiori , others

warnings : jokes , smut , f slurs , underaged smoking and drinking , toxic relationships, etc

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a/n: Ik someone wanted payback on otoya so that’ll be in the end! ily guys. ty for being extremely patient with me, I just started summer break 🥹 enjoy!! (LMAO IGNORE HOW RINS TEXTS LOOK. I MESSED UP)

Spending the entire day crying and then crying yourself to sleep definitely wasn’t healthy. You couldn’t believe he had actually played you. The worst part was that he was the one who wanted you first. Looking back on it now, the whole thing felt ridiculous.

It had been three days since then, and you had barely left your bed. Well, aside from grabbing the food you ordered through DoorDash, brushing your teeth, and showering every now and then. Surprisingly, you were still managing the bare minimum.

You hadn’t meant to ignore Sae’s messages, either. He’d been texting you almost every day, asking if you were free or checking in to see how you were doing. But you never replied and you felt guilty about it.

Sae was your best friend. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry. You sat curled up on the couch, a box of Wingstop balanced on your lap as some random movie played on the television. Your eyes were puffy, your head hurt, and you felt exhausted despite doing absolutely nothing for the past three days.

Watching a movie seemed like the best way to distract yourself. Anything was better than staring at your phone and hoping for a message that wasn’t coming.

A part of you still wanted to believe there had been some mistake. Maybe he’d explain. Maybe he’d apologize. Maybe he’d tell you there was a reason. But deep down, you already knew none of that was going to happen.

God. If only you hadn’t been stupid enough to fall for him so easily.

“Please… my love…”

You stared blankly at the television. Of course there was romance in this movie. Your chest tightened as the couple on screen held each other.

“You know I didn’t mean to hurt you,” the actor said. “My heart belongs to you. Only you.”

Immediately, your vision blurred. Before you even realized it, tears were rolling down your cheeks. Stupid movie. You grabbed the remote and shut the television off. Sniffling, you pulled the blanket over your head and curled into yourself. The faint scent lingering on the fabric only made your chest ache more.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Maybe if you slept, you wouldn’t have to think about it. Just as you started drifting off, a loud knock echoed through the apartment. You nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Delivery!” Another knock followed.

You frowned. Delivery? You hadn’t ordered anything. Confused, you pushed yourself off the couch and shuffled toward the door. Maybe one of the neighbors had gotten the wrong apartment number.

You unlocked the door and pulled it open. “Hi, sorry, I think you have the wrong—” Your words died in your throat. Standing in front of you was a pink-haired man who looked one inconvenience away from committing a felony.

“Sae?” For a moment, you genuinely thought he was the delivery driver.

Sae stared at you. Then he pinched the bridge of his nose. “For fuck’s sake.” Without waiting for permission, he stepped past you and into the apartment . “Why haven’t you been replying to me?” he asked. “I’ve been texting you for three days. You usually spam my phone so much that I have to mute you.”

You stared at him. Of course. Of course he’d show up. Because despite how cold he liked to act, Sae was always there when it mattered. You looked down at your feet. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’ve just been dealing with something.”

Sae’s irritation immediately faded. He took one look at your face and frowned. Honestly, you looked terrible. “You look like shit,” he said bluntly.

You laughed weakly. “Thanks.”

“No, seriously. What happened?”

You hesitated for a moment. Trying to explain it out loud somehow made everything feel more real. Slowly, you walked back toward the couch and sat down. Sae followed and sat across from you.

You stared at your hands. “It’s just…” You swallowed. “Something happened with a guy.”

Sae blinked. “A guy?”

And that was all it took because he tears came back instantly and your shoulders shook. “He blocked me, Sae.” Your voice cracked. “He led me on and then just disappeared. Like I didn’t matter at all.” You wiped furiously at your eyes. “He made me think he liked me,” you whispered. “I thought he actually felt the same way when we first had sex.”

Sae looked completely lost, not because he didn’t care. Because he genuinely had no idea what people were supposed to do in situations like this. Still, seeing you cry like that made something twist uncomfortably in his chest. “Y/n…”

You grabbed the front of his shirt which caused him to freeze. “I really liked him.”

Then, awkwardly, he wrapped his arms around you. The hug was stiff… awkward… and completely unnatural. But it was sincere.

“There,” he muttered. “See? Human comfort.”

You let out a broken laugh before immediately crying harder. “That was not comforting.”

“It was my best attempt…” He muttered.

Mascara stained the front of his white shirt and Sae looked down, looked away, then looked down again. He was trying very hard not to think about how expensive the shirt was. It wasn’t important! Definitely not important. Not like it had cost over two hundred dollars.

Eventually, you pulled away. The moment you noticed the stain, your eyes widened. “Oh my God.” You covered your mouth. “Sae, I’m so sorry.” And somehow you started crying again.

Sae groaned. How did people deal with this? He reached forward and grabbed your cheeks. “Hey.”

“Look at me.” He said.

You sniffled.

“Stop crying over a guy who looks like he’s fucked half the population.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Seriously.” Sae leaned back. “He looks exactly like the type.”

For a second, you just stared at him. Then an ugly laugh escaped your mouth. It was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. But somehow his joke worked.

Seeing you laugh, even a little, made Sae relax. “Good,” he said. “Now get dressed.”

You frowned. “What?”

“We’re leaving.” He looked at his watch.

“Sae, I don’t really—”

“We’re leaving.” He interrupted. His tone left no room for argument. “I’m meeting Rin later.” He stood up and pointed toward your room. “You’re coming with me.”

You groaned. “Sae…”

“No.” He said immediately.

“But—”

“No.” He said again.

You stared at him. “…You’re really not giving me a choice, are you?”

“Nope.” Sae shoved his hands into his pockets.“Now go get dressed before I drag you out looking like that.”

You rolled your eyes. Maybe getting out of the apartment wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. You nodded and pushed yourself off the couch. Sae was right. Sitting around crying wasn’t going to fix anything. Besides, why were you wasting tears on a guy who had practically chased after you first?

The thought still hurt, but it was easier to be annoyed than heartbroken. You headed to your room and shut the door behind you. For the first few minutes, you simply stared at your reflection in the mirror.

You looked awful. Your eyes were puffy from crying. Your hair was a mess. Even your skin looked dull. For a moment, you considered changing your mind and crawling right back into bed. But Sae was waiting. So instead, you forced yourself to get ready.

It took longer than usual. Not because you couldn’t find anything to wear, but because it felt difficult to care. Every outfit looked wrong. Every hairstyle looked stupid. Still, you tried.

You washed your face, fixed your makeup, changed into something comfortable, and spent a little extra time making yourself look presentable. By the time you finally stepped back into the living room, nearly thirty minutes had passed.

Sae was sitting on your couch with one ankle resting over his knee, scrolling through his phone.

“I’m ready,” you said quietly.

His eyes lifted from the screen. “God, you took forever.”

You rolled your eyes. “Nice to see you too.”

Sae stood and stretched his arms over his head.

“Come on. Rin’s waiting at the park.”

“Park?” you repeated as you grabbed your keys.

“The one we used to play at when we were kids.” He said.

You locked your apartment behind you and followed him toward the elevator. The ride down was quiet but neither of you really felt the need to fill the silence.

Once you reached the parking lot, Sae unlocked his car and climbed into the driver’s seat. You settled into the passenger seat and buckled yourself in.

The drive itself was peaceful. The city slowly gave way to quieter streets. The sunset painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, and for the first time in days your mind wasn’t completely occupied by Otoya.

The cold air drifting through the cracked window felt nice. Eventually, Sae pulled into a small parking lot beside a field. From here, you could already see someone in the distance. A soccer ball bounced effortlessly from foot to foot.

“Hurry up,” Sae muttered while stepping out. “Before he starts bitching.”

You laughed softly and followed him. “What exactly are we doing?” you asked.

Sae shoved his hands into his pockets. “Honestly? No clue.”

“What?” You blinked.

“He wanted to train…” Sae groaned.

“And?”

“I don’t.” He shrugged

You stared at him. “So your plan is to just wing it?”

“Pretty much.”

By then, Rin had noticed the two of you. He trapped the ball beneath his foot and jogged over. “Sae.” Rin glanced at you before looking back at his brother. “I thought it was just going to be us. His gaze shifted toward you. “Not that I mind.”

You awkwardly pointed at yourself. “Wow. Thanks.”

Rin shrugged. “I just mean… won’t she get bored?”

Sae scratched the back of his neck. “Actually, I was thinking we’d hang out instead.”

Rin blinked. “But I brought all this stuff.” He gestured toward the equipment scattered around the field.

“We don’t always have to spend time together playing soccer,” Sae said, his voice softened. “I think we deserve to actually spend time together.”

Rin stared at him. Then his expression relaxed. “Oh.” A small smile appeared. “You should’ve just said that.”

Sae looked relieved.

“I wasn’t going to complain either way.” Rin pointed toward the equipment. “Could’ve saved me from carrying all that, though.”

You laughed. “I hope I’m not interrupting brother bonding time.”

Rin looked over at you. “No.” Then after a brief pause— “You seem easy to be around.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

“I see why Sae likes hanging out with you.” The second those words left his mouth, your entire mood changed.

“Oh my god.” Sae immediately groaned. “No.”

“You think I’m fun?” You said, looking at Rin with sparkles in your eyes.

“Y/n.” Sae called out.

“You think I’m easy to be around?”

“Y/n!” Sae called out again.

“You think I’m amazing?!”

Before Rin could answer, you grabbed his hand with both of yours. Rin stood completely still. Honestly, he looked more confused than anything. “Uh…”

Sae covered his face. “Rin, congratulations. You activated her.”

“You think I’m amazing?” you repeated.

“I didn’t say all that.” Rin looked away nervously.

“You implied it though!” You frowned.

“I really didn’t…?” He chuckled nervously.

Sae physically grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away. “Okay. That’s enough.”

You finally laughed for the first time in thrre days. “Sorry,” you said. “It’s just been a while since I felt this happy.”

Sae lit a cigarette. “The fuck?”

You looked over. “What?”

“Do I not make you happy?” He questioned.

You snorted and Rin laughed quietly. The three of you ended up standing around for a while, talking about random things. Nothing important really. Just small conversations. The sky gradually darkened above you, and then a cold gust of wind hit. Everyone immediately regretted being outside.

“Yeah, absolutely not.” Sae shivered. “Get back in the car.”

Within minutes, the three of you were back inside. Rin took the front seat while you sat in the back. The heater blasted warm air through the vents.

“Okay,” Rin said. “Where are we going?”

Sae looked at him then at you through the mirror then back at Rin. “I don’t know.”

You laughed. “Wow. I thought you had a plan.”

“You know I never plan anything.” Sae pointed toward you. “That’s why you’re usually the one deciding where we go.”

Before you could answer, Rin spoke up. “Can I ask something?”

“Depends.” You and Sae said at the same time.

“There was a rumor online.” Rin continued. “People think you two are dating.”

Sae groaned immediately. “Oh no.”

Then both you and Sae burst out laughing.

“Where did you even see that?” Sae laughed.

“Twitter.” Rin replied, confused on what was funny.

Sae groaned louder. “Of course it was Twitter.” He rubbed his forehead. “That app is filled with idiots.”

“So you’re not dating?” Rin asked.

“No.” Sae pointed between the two of you “We’re friends.”

“Close friends,” you corrected. “If it wasn’t for me, your life would be boring.”

“I guess.” He shrugged.

“You guess?” You glared at him through the mirrior.

“I know.” He sighed, “Is that better Ms. L/n?”

“There we go.” You smiled.

Rin shook his head. “You two are weird.”

“Thank you,” you replied.

Sae sighed. “Now please tell me where we’re going.”

You immediately sat up. “Oh! I have an idea—an amusement park.”

There was a long silence, and both brothers looked concerned.

“Y/n.” Sae said.

“What?” You replied, not sure what was the issue.

“It’s almost night.” Sae turned his neck to look at you.

“So?” You rolled your eyes.

“Do you seriously think an amusement park is open right now?—“Twenty minutes later, Sae was following your GPS anyway. And twenty minutes after that, the three of you found yourselves in the middle of nowhere. There were trees that surrounded the parking lot and warning signs were scattered everywhere. And it was hella dark.

And the entire place looked like the setting of a horror movie. Rin stared out the window. “Cool.”

“What?” Sae asked concerningly. “This is where we die! NOT cool.”

You groaned. “Can you stop?”

“I’m joking, not cool because—“ Rin pointed toward the dark woods. “They’ll find our bodies in a lake in there.”

Sae slowly turned toward him. “What is wrong with you?”

“I’m just preparing for reality, unlike you two.” Rin locked his side of the door.

“You need help.” Sae shook his head and unlocked all the doors.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Guys. Just because it looks weird doesn’t mean it’s dangerous.”

Neither brother looked convinced At all. Suddenly, Rin’s phone started vibrating nonstop. The screen lit up once. Then twice. Then again.

Sae glanced over from the driver’s seat and raised an eyebrow. “Who’s blowing up your phone this late?” he asked. “Your boyfriend?”

Rin didn’t even look up.

“Dunno.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Ignore it. Let’s keep walking.” Clearly, he had no interest in checking whatever it was. The problem was that the notifications wouldn’t stop.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Rin let out a long sigh. “Jesus Christ…” Finally, he pulled his phone out and unlocked it.

“Group chat,” he said after a few seconds.

“What now?” Sae asked.

“They’re talking about going to the beach in a few days.”

Your eyes immediately lit up. “A beach trip?” you gasped. “Sae, we should go too.”

Sae shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“Actually, wait.” Rin said and looked around. “I need proof that Im with you guys.”

You blinked. “What?”

Sae scanned the nearly empty parking lot.

“There isn’t even anyone here to take a picture.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

You pointed toward the far end of the lot “There’s literally two people right there.”

Sae followed your finger and his expression immediately changed. “What the fuck?”

“What?” You asked.

“This parking lot was empty ten seconds ago.” Sae said.

You exchanged a glance with Rin. “You’re being paranoid.”

“I’m serious.” Sae tried to sound convincing.

“You always say that.” Rin scoffed.

“No, seriously. There was nobody here.” The two strangers were already walking across the lot.

You snorted. “Get a load of this guy.”

Rin looked equally unconcerned. Sae stared at both of you like you were the crazy ones.

Before he could argue further, you waved at the strangers. “Excuse me!”

The two men looked over. One of them raised a hand. “Yeah?”

“Would you mind taking a picture for us?” You asked politely.

“Sure.” The taller one accepted Sae’s phone and gestured for the three of you to stand together.

You immediately grabbed Rin’s arm and pulled him closer. Rin looked mildly annoyed but Sae looked even more annoyed. Just as the picture was about to be taken, the second stranger casually walked over and stood beside Sae like he belonged there.

Sae slowly turned his head. “…Why are you in the picture?”

The stranger shrugged. “Thought it’d be funny.”

“It won’t.” Sae narrowed his eyes.

You elbowed Sae. “Be nice. They’re helping us.”

Sae looked like he wanted to argue. Instead, he forced a smile that looked more painful than pleasant.

The flash went off then another picture then another. As the stranger stood beside him, he suddenly leaned closer. Just enough for Sae to hear him. “I know you.”

Sae froze. The man immediately stepped back as if nothing had happened. The strangers handed the phone back. Then they simply walked away into the amusement park.

Sae stood there staring after them. “…Okay.”

You and Rin had already started walking.

“Did you guys not hear that?” Sae called out.

“Hear what?” Rin asked.

“He said he knows me.” Sae said.

You stared. “Well… You’re famous.”

“That’s not the weird part!” Sae raised his arms up.

“Then what’s the weird part?” You questioned.

“The way he said it?!” Was Sae going crazy? Was he more crazier than THE Bachira?

Rin looked completely unimpressed as he sent the photo in the groupchat. “You sound insane.”

“I know what I heard.” He shouted.

Neither of you looked convinced but you and Rin walked away from the Sae.

Sae ran a hand through his hair and laughed nervously. “Great. Fantastic.” By the time he caught up, you had already reached the front gate.

You looked up at the giant sign above the entrance. Then your smile slowly disappeared.“…Oh.”

Rin squinted. “What?”

You pointed upward.

CLOSED FOR CONSTRUCTION.

The three of you stared at it for several seconds. Then Sae let out the biggest sigh of the night. “I fucking knew it.”

You scratched the back of your neck. “Okay… that’s weird.”

“We drove all the way out here. FOR NO FUCKING REASON?” Sae was technically pacing back and forth.

“It said it was open online.” You said, frowning.

Rin glanced around. “Didn’t those two guys go inside?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” you said. “Maybe they’re security?”

Sae threw both hands into the air. “Why is nobody listening to me?”

Neither of you answered. You were both too busy staring through the locked gates.

Sae pinched the bridge of his nose. “I think we should leave.”

No response. “Seriously.” Still nothing. “Let’s go get food?”

You immediately turned around. “That’s a great idea.”

Rin nodded. “Yeah.”

Sae stared blankly. “Oh, now you two want to listen.” Neither of you acknowledged him.

The three of you headed back toward the parking lot. By the time you reached the car, Rin was already texting in the group chat again.

You climbed into the back seat while Sae got behind the wheel. A few moments later, the engine started. As Sae backed out of the parking space, he glanced at you through the mirror. “Y/n.”

“Yeah?” You replied.

“Where did you even find this place?” He asked, staring at you.

You hesitated. “…Instagram.”

The silence that followed was immediate.

Sae slowly nodded. “Okay.” You already knew that tone. “Never do that again.”

“Oh, come on—“

“No. It was literally closed! Who knew if those two guys were even real.” Sae said.

You crossed your arms. “You’re no fun.”

Sae ignored you and focused on the road. A few minutes passed before he noticed Rin had gone unusually quiet.

The younger Itoshi was staring at his phone and his expression looked irritated.

Sae glanced over. “What?”

Rin locked his screen. “Nothing.”

“That doesn’t look like nothing.” Sae pushed further.

“Just someone saying stupid shit.” Rin said with an annoyed tone.

Sae considered asking another question. Then decided against it. Whatever was happening in that group chat could stay in that group chat.“Can’t wait to get out of this place,” he muttered.

The headlights swept across the empty road as the car finally left the parking lot behind. The ride to the burger place only took about twenty minutes, but the rest of the drive was quiet.

You rested your head against the cold window and watched the city pass by in a blur of streetlights and traffic. Unfortunately, that only gave your mind room to wander. Without meaning to, your thoughts drifted back to Otoya. The way he always managed to make you laugh. The endless phone calls that somehow lasted until three in the morning. The stupid messages he’d send throughout the day just to annoy you. For a few hours, hanging out with Sae and Rin had helped you forget about him. But only for a few hours.

No matter how hard you tried, he still lingered somewhere in the back of your mind. You didn’t even realize you had arrived until Sae opened his door and stepped out of the car.

“Hurry up,” he said, glancing back at you.

“Oh.” You blinked and quickly unbuckled your seatbelt before climbing out after them.

The restaurant sat on the corner of a busy street, glowing with bright neon signs that reflected against the windows. The moment Sae pulled the door open, the smell of grilled burgers and fries hit you immediately.

Your stomach growled. “Okay, maybe this was a good idea,” you admitted.

“Obviously,” Sae replied.

Rin pointed toward an empty booth near the front window. “Should we sit there?”

“Works for me,” Sae said.

The three of you slid into the booth. Through the glass window, you could see cars pulling in and out of the parking lot while headlights swept across the pavement.

You already knew what you wanted to order, so the three of you spent the next few minutes talking about random things while waiting.

Eventually, a waitress approached the table with a notebook in hand.

“Hi! Welcome to Fumi’s Burgers! Today we have a special deal on our burgers and—“ She suddenly froze and her eyes widened. “Oh my God.” You already knew where this was going. “THE Itoshi Sae and Itoshi Rin?!”

Rin immediately sighed and Sae rubbed his forehead awkwardly.

The waitress practically looked ready to pass out. “I’m so sorry,” she blurted out. “I’m a huge fan. Like—actually a huge fan.”

“It’s fine,” Sae said.

The poor girl took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. “Ahem. Anyways! We also have our new Blue Lock Meal promotion today. Can I start you guys off with drinks, or are you ready to order?”

“Blue Lock Meal?” Rin repeated with visible disappointment.

You immediately sat up. “Sae.”

“No.” Sae said immediately.

“Saeee..” You whined.

“No.” He exhaled deeply.

“Sae, we have to get the Blue Lock Meal! As a sign of appreciation for your little brother,” you added dramatically.

Sae stared at you for a second before nodding. “You know what? That’s a great idea.”

“Traitor,” Rin muttered.

Sae looked back at the waitress. “We’ll take three Blue Lock Meals. Extra bacon.”

The waitress looked thrilled. “Coming right up! Three Blue Lock Meals with extra bacon.” “And drinks?”

“Let me guess, you have matching drinks that come with the meal too or what?” Rin said sarcastically but Sae elbowed him after.

The waitress looked at him nervously, “That is… correct! The drink represents the amazing famous Isagi Yoichi!” “It’s basically just sprite mixed with pink lemonade!” 

“Isagi?” Rin’s head snapped up.

“There are other drink recommendations based off of Bachira, Reo, Nagi–”

“Give me that one. I don’t care about the other stupid players.”

The waitress blinked. “Just that fast?”

“Yes.” Rin replied, as he fixed his posture.

You immediately covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.

The waitress quickly wrote it down. “And for you two?”

“Water. Lemon slices if possible,” Sae answered.

“Coke,” you said.

“Perfect! I’ll be right back.” She said, and proceeded to leave.

The second she left, Rin leaned back in his seat. “This is stupid.”

You immediately pointed at him. “Aww. Rin wanted the Isagi drink.”

“No I didn’t.” He mumbled.

“You literally did—“

“Because it sounded normal.” He glared at you. “Imagine what the fucking Bachira drink was.”

“Mhm…” You knew he was only lying to save himself from embarrassment.

Sae glanced up from his phone. “It’s pretty cute, Rin.”

Rin looked personally offended, faced his direction at the window. “Both of you are annoying.”

Your laughter trailed off as you absentmindedly spun a ketchup bottle across the table while the conversation faded into background noise. The music playing through the restaurant speakers suddenly seemed louder. Or maybe your thoughts were. Before you knew it, memories began creeping back in.

The way he stared at you as if you were his only main focus. The way his hot breath touched your neck or even the small kisses he planted onto your shoulder. You shifted in your seat and stared down at the table.

Don’t think about him. Think about literally anything else.

Your eyes wandered around the restaurant. Families! Groups of friends! Couples…? Way too many couples.

Your attention settled on a younger couple sitting a few booths away. They were laughing over something on one of their phones, completely caught up in their own little world. You chest began to hurt and you looked away immediately.

“Y/n.”

You didn’t respond but it was clear your focus was on somewhere else.

“Y/n?”

Yet again, nothing.

“Y/N.”

This time you jumped at the loud call. “Huh?” You said.

Both Sae and Rin were staring at you. Sae then frowned at you. “Are you okay?”

“What?” You asked, confused or mostly embarrassed.

“You’re crying.” He muttered.

Your hand immediately touched your cheek. You froze. Sure enough, your face was wet. “Oh.” Heat rushed to your face. “Sorry.” You quickly wiped your eyes. “I didn’t realize.”

Rin glanced toward the couple you had been staring at before looking back at you. His expression softened slightly. “Is it about him?”

“Him?” you repeated. Then you remembered. Right. They knew exactly who you were talking about. You looked down. “Yeah.” You answered, “Otoya.” Silence followed after.

Sae only sighed before running his hands over his hair.

Rin scratched the back of his neck. “No wonder he was saying all that.”

Your head immediately lifted. “What was he saying?”

Rin instantly regretted opening his mouth.“Nothing…”

“Rin.” Sae warned

“Seriously Sae? I dont want to hurt her feelings. We’re having a great time.” Rin said.

You looked equally curious now. “What did he say?”

Rin refused to look at you, but the longer you stared at him made him uncomfortable. “Fine.” He sat back in his seat.

“Look, Otoya was just being stupid. We were talking about the plans of the beach but he mentioned how he was excited to go to the beach just for the girls. I thought it was weird because he was completely obsessed with you. I didnt butt in until my name was brought up and I was clearly busy with the two of you earlier. So once I told them all I was with you he started getting all defensive…” He said awkwardly. “…and accused you of sleeping with Sae...” 

Your expression flattened.

Of course.

There was silence. Then a loud laugh came from you. Well it was more of a concerning laugh. “Me?” you wheezed. Rin and Sae exchanged a look and forced a laugh with you.

“ME and SAE?” You started laughing harder.

Sae stopped laughing and looked offended now. “Why am I catching strays?” “Okay it’s not funny anymore.”

Neither of them seemed convinced that your laughter was genuine. But eventually, you wiped your eyes. “Even if I was sleeping with Sae, why would it matter?” You continued. “Suddenly he’s so worried about what I do.”

“Rin, I’ll pay you to beat the fuck out of him.” You looked directly at Rin.

The waitress then came back with the three meals and placed them onto the table. 

Rin stared at you for a second and then proceeded to scratch his face. “I guess? If you want, I’ll do it for free.” Rin replied.

The waitress didn’t want to butt in, so she focused on Sae who seemed he wasn’t involved. “Any straws?”

“No, that’ll be it.” Sae replied, ignoring the tension happening there.

“Alright… so, that’ll be 25.40!”

Sae nodded, and pulled out a wallet. He placed two twenty dollar bills. “Keep the change. You’ve been an amazing waitress tonight.”

“Ah! Thank you Mr. Itoshi! Its been a pleasure, please have an amazing rest of your night.” She then left.

Sae then looked back at you two, “Rin you’ll be in deep shit.” He said, eating a fry.

“It’s clear how much of an issue he had been to the majority of us. Someone has to do it otherwise.” Rin muttered as he stared at the oddly… blue burger bun that had a number 11 carved into it. “Okay, is all of this Isagi themed?” Rin questioned.

You laughed nervously, you didn’t expect him to agree. But you guessed there was no getting him out of this. “Guess so? Is your boyfriend that better than everyone?”

“I mean yes, except for me of course.” Rin took a bite of his blue burger.

“Sure… also how are you getting out of trouble?” Sae said.

“The real question is, Sae how are YOU getting Rin out of trouble?” You joked.

 “Me? Fuck that.” He scoffed, “That fucking bowl cut man scares the shit out of me.” Sae stared at you.

“Look, he’s literally… very…  chill.” Rin said. “Well, to those he likes.”

Sae rolled his eyes and groaned. “Oh yeah that sounds very convincing.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, atleast they made things better for you. “You guys are dumb.” You laughed.

“Oh says the dumb one? The one who let some guy fuck after like—a few months?” Sae muttered.

You blinked multiple times, “Mind you he was—let me just shut up. Otoya is dead to me either ways.” 

“Sure.” He said sarcastically.

You, Sae, and Rin spent the rest of the time chatting and eating. Afterwards, you all went back to Sae’s car.

Rin spoke about his time in Bluelock and how he somehow asked Isagi to be his boyfriend. Sae then spoke about the fact that he’ll be going back to Spain in a few months for some “unfinished business.”

“Okay, Y/n, we’ll drop you off first,” Sae said, reaching over to lower the music.

You looked up from your phone and frowned. “Aw, and here I thought we still had more things to do.”

A small laugh escaped him. “As much as I’d like to keep hanging out, I still have to drive Rin back to where he’s staying.”

“No, no, I get it.” You waved him off. “I was kidding.”

“Don’t worry, Y/n.” Rin glanced over his shoulder. “We’ll hang out again soon. I still need to go over the beach plans with everyone anyway.”

You gave him a thumbs-up from the backseat.“Good. Then make sure to tell me everything.”

“Sae can do that,” Rin said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sae muttered.

The rest of the drive passed quietly. The radio played softly in the background while the city lights blurred past the windows. Eventually, familiar buildings came into view.

A few minutes later, Sae pulled up in front of your apartment building and shifted the car into park.

“Well,” he said, resting an arm on the steering wheel, “here we are.”

You unbuckled your seatbelt and grabbed your purse. Before getting out, you paused and looked at both of them. “Seriously, thanks.”

Sae raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

You smiled. “For today. For dragging me out of my apartment. It really helped.”

Sae looked away toward the windshield. “Yeah. Try not to lock yourself inside for another three days.”

You rolled your eyes. “No promises.”

“Annoying.” Sae muttered.

You laughed before opening the door “Goodnight, guys.” You stepped out, shut the door behind you, and headed toward the apartment entrance.

Sae didn’t drive away immediately. Instead, he waited until he saw you disappear through the building doors. Only then did he let out a quiet sigh and glance at Rin.

His younger brother was already looking down at his phone, typing something… again. Him and that damn phone.

“Who’s texting again?” Sae asked.

Rin barely looked up. “Isagi.”

Sae groaned immediately. “Of course it is.”

“He wants me back at Blue Lock.” Rin muttered.

“Right now?” He looked at him confused.

“Apparently they’re trying to figure out the beach plans.” Rin locked his phone and shoved it into his pocket. “Mind dropping me off?”

“Yeah, sure.” Sae started the car again and shook his head. “God, I really didn’t want to drive all the way out there tonight.”

The drive to Blue Lock took nearly an hour and a half. About twenty minutes in, Rin had already fallen asleep. Sae glanced over occasionally to make sure he hadn’t somehow rolled into the center console.

The rest of the drive was quiet. Without the conversation from earlier, his thoughts kept drifting back to you. He didn’t like seeing you like that. It bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

Eventually, the familiar Blue Lock facility appeared in the distance. The massive building sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by darkness and empty land.

Sae had almost forgotten how isolated the place was. As he approached the gate, a security guard stepped forward but Sae rolled down the window.

“Good evening. Do you have any business—”The guard paused and his eyes widened. “Ah—Itoshi Sae.” He straightened immediately. “Sorry about that.”

“Just dropping off my brother.”

The guard nodded.

“Funny. A lot of the players have been coming tonight.” He stepped aside and gestured toward the road ahead. “You’re good to go.”

“Thanks.” Sae drove through the gate and up the long hill leading to the facility. A few minutes later, he pulled over near the entrance and turned off the engine. Then he looked over at Rin, who was still asleep.

“Rin.” He said, but there was no response. “Rin.” Still nothing… Sae reached over and shoved his shoulder “Wake up. We’re here.”

Rin groaned and slowly opened his eyes. “…Fuck.” He stretched his arms above his head before unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Hurry up and get out,” Sae said. “I’m trying to go home.”

“Nice to see you’re still a terrible brother.” Rin yawned.

“Get out.” Sae said.

Rin sighed dramatically and opened the door. Before leaving, he paused. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Yeah.” Sae said.

“And the food.” Rin continued

“Sure.” Sae had his palms on the steering wheel.

“And—” Rin almost continued.

“Leave.” He said loudly.

Rin snorted. “Whatever.” He stepped out and shut the door. “See you later.”

“Hopefully not.” The second the door closed, Sae drove off.

Rin watched the taillights disappear down the road. “How rude,” he muttered.

Turning around, he looked toward the brightly lit building. And here he thought he wouldn’t be back until next week. “What a hassle.” The words left his mouth before he immediately cringed.

“God.” Who did he think he was? Nagi? Shoving his hands into his pockets, Rin headed inside. The hallways were mostly quiet, but he could already hear distant voices echoing through the building. Which meant everyone was probably gathered in one place. The cafeteria? Unfortunately.

Rin sighed. “Great.”

Following the noise, he made his way down the hallway. The closer he got, the louder it became. Rin stopped outside the doors and rubbed his forehead. He had only been back for five minutes. And he already wanted to leave. Slowly, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, deciding not to announce his presence just yet.

The air in the room had been thin for hours, stretched tight like a wire about to snap. Bachira bounced on the balls of his feet, energy crackling off him like static electricity, his eyes too bright for the hour. “Guysss!! Are we missing anyone!?”

Chigiri sat cross legged on the low couch, fingers working through the last section of his hair with practiced ease, weaving it into a neat braid. He didn’t look up. “Bachira, please. How are you still this wired at two in the morning?”

Bachira grinned wide enough to show every tooth, his voice lilting and manic. “My monster’s wide awake! It keeps whispering that something fun’s about to happen—”

Otoya cut him off with a lazy scoff from the opposite side of the room. He lounged between Yukimiya and Karasu, one ankle hooked over his knee, posture deliberately relaxed. “No one gives a shit about the crazy shit you see, Bachira.”

Isagi’s soccer ball stopped spinning on his toe. He lowered his foot, the ball thudding softly against the floor, and his gaze locked onto Otoya. “Shut the fuck up, Otoya. You always gotta insert yourself where nobody asked.”

Otoya’s smirk sharpened, a blade glinting under fluorescent lights. “Just because everyone kisses your ass doesn’t mean I have to listen.”

Hiori’s voice sliced through the rising tension. “Otoya, shut the fuck up. Now.”

Isagi stepped closer, ball tucked under one arm and his jaw tight. “No, Hiori—it’s fine. If he’s got something to say, let him say it. Fucking. Say it.”

Bachira’s shoulders curled inward. “Guys…? Ego’s gonna be pissed if we start something. Please, let's just—”

Karasu shot him a sharp, silencing look. “Bachira. Shh. Don’t.”

Otoya leaned forward, elbows on knees and stare locked on Isagi. “Remember how you said I’m all bark and no bite? You’re lucky your boyfriend isn’t here to defend your gay ass. Where is he, anyway? Did he finally realize what a whiny little bitch you are?”

The room went dead silent that you could hear the hum of the vending machine down the hall.

Yukimiya’s mouth fell open, his hand pausing mid-gesture while Hiori stood up so fast the couch cushion squeaked and backed toward the wall, eyes wide. “I don’t know him,” Hiori muttered under his breath.

Otoya raised both hands in mock surrender, the smirk still plastered on his face. Then he lunged forward, faster than anyone expected, and grabbed Isagi’s face.

His fingers dug into his cheeks, squeezing hard enough to leave red marks. “I mean, look—it’s written all over his face. You can smell it on him. Like a little fag.”

Isagi shoved him hard, stumbling back. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

But Otoya seized the sprout of hair on Isagi’s head and yanked, twisting him around to face Karasu, forcing Isagi to crane his neck at an awkward angle. “Don’t you think so, Karasu? Am I lying?”

Karasu’s eyes flicked past Otoya’s shoulder to the far corner of the room. His face paled. His voice dropped. “Dude, you’re going too far. I wouldn’t—just stop. Please.”

Otoya laughed, the sound ugly and brittle. “Stop? I’m just getting started.”

Footsteps pounded across the floor. Then Rin’s fist connected with Otoya’s jaw before Otoya could even turn his head.

The impact snapped Otoya’s head sideways with a sickening crack; blood sprayed from his split lip. Rin didn’t pause. He grabbed two fistfuls of Otoya’s shirt and slammed him to the floor, knees pinning his hips, the full weight of his rage pressing down.

Isagi shouted, “Rin! Rin, stop!”

Rin didn’t look up. His knuckles were white and his breath ragged. He drove another punch into Otoya’s cheek.

“Fucking bitch! Didn’t you hear him tell you to let go? Didn’t you hear him say no?” A third punch split Otoya’s eyebrow and warm blood coated Rin’s knuckles, trickling down his wrist.

Otoya bucked, trying to roll free, his shoes scraping against the floor. “Crazy asshole—get the fuck off me! Get off!”

Rin’s forearm pressed across Otoya’s throat, heavy enough that every breath rasped, every word came out strangled. “Yet you also insulted him,” Rin growled, “You think that shit’s funny? Calling him a faggot?”

Otoya wheezed, “It was a j-joke! Just a joke, you psycho!”

Rin’s eyes burned darker onto Otoya. “Oh? Was it also a joke when you fucked with her feelings? When you made her cry? When you told her she meant everything and then walked away like and lied?”

Otoya’s pupils blew wide. The room seemed to tilt around him. He stopped struggling and his body going limp under Rin’s weight.

Chigiri’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and desperate. “Someone get Ego! Now!”

Karasu and Hiori grabbed Rin’s shoulders, but Rin didn’t move. He stayed straddling Otoya’s limp body. His hands trembled, still clenched around the fabric of Otoya’s shirt.

Rin took a ragged breath, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “She wanted me to tell you something. She said you’re dead to her. Dead. Do you understand?”

The words landed like another blow. Otoya stopped struggling entirely. His chest heaved once, twice. Then a broken, wet laugh bubbled out of him, “Dead… to her… that’s… that’s funny…”

His hand twitched, reaching toward his own face, smearing blood across his cheek. He stared up at the ceiling, vision blurring, ears ringing. He thought about regret.

What was he thinking? Did he think you’d actually be nice to him? That you’d still love him? That you’d forgive him? Were you really dead to him? Forever? Was he regretting it now? About all the things he’d said that he couldn’t take back?

And then he laughed again, softer this time. But Rin’s fist came down one last time. Otoya’s head snapped back against the floor and his eyes rolled back.

BONUS !!!

"TURN AROUND AND BLESS ME WITH YOUR BEAUTY, CUTIE II"

— FEATURING: KAISER, SAE, HUGO X READER, with an unfiltered but easily flustered reader

— THIS IS AN ASK

— PART I, PART II, PART III

MICHEAL KAISER:

SAE ITOSHI:

VIVIAN HUGO:

"TURN AROUND AND BLESS ME WITH YOUR BEAUTY, CUTIE III"

— FEATURING: LOKI, BUNNY, LORENZO X READER (with a reader who flusters easy but is very unfiltered)

— AN ASK.

—PART I, PART II, PART III

JULIAN LOKI:

BUNNY IGLESIAS:

DON LORENZO:

in which you text BLLK BOYS that you want money ;))

sae itoshi, yoichi isagi, micheal kaiser, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, mikage reo, ryusei shidou, bunny iglesias

cw: ooc and i think that’s it

A/N: reo is so obedient 😁✌️🤤🤤

꒰ summary ꒱; throughout your years in blue university, you've never really had anyone peak your interest, nor have you peaked anyone elses. recently, however, you've had a certain mystery man take a liking to you.

꒰ content ꒱; !!stalkerish and obsessive behaviour, lots of crack. there are written parts to this, so make sure you aren't skipping any ! more info about this whole smau at the end ^^

PRACTICE CAN WAIT

in which you send them interesting pics while they're at practice

isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, michael kaiser, julian loki, vivian hugo, bunny iglesias, alexis ness, hiori yo.

"STEADY CALLING MY PHONE"

FEATURING - HUGO, BUNNY, SAE x reader. In which, the reader has been SWAMPED with exams and found themselves taking a much needed nap. Only to be spammed by their needy boyfriend!

A/N — I got credit because I fell asleep at four yesterday and woke up to 5 missed calls from my mom💔😢

PART I, PART II — featuring kaiser, loki, lorenzo

BUNNY IGLESIAS:

SAE ITOSHI

VIVIAN HUGO

⋆˚ʚ a mutual friend told the bllk boys you like them and they confront/ask you about it ! ɞ ᵎᵎ

cw: 1 kms joke, ooc(?)

𐔌˙ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬: 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐨, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮, 𝐫𝐞𝐨, 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢, 𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢 & 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 ! ꫂ᭪

| 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫:

| 𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐨:

| 𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮:

| 𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢:

| 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚:

| 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬:

| 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢:

| 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚:

(guys i lwk forgot sae… im sorry😞😞)

꒰ summary ꒱; you were over at his house for one reason and only one reason — to return his hoodie. kaiser acts like his usual self and gets to have his way with you .ᐟ

꒰ content/warnings ꒱; 18+ kaiser's toxic and manipulative as hell, dubcon(?), mentions of slapping, breeding, fingering, sadism, overstimulation, not fully proofread

"knew you'd be back, schatzi," kaiser spoke casually, a weak smile playing on his lips as if you didn't look ready to throw a punch his way any second. he was still eager to joke around, even after everything he'd done to you? it disgusted you, yet you still found your attention drifting to what looked like faint dark circles under his eyes.

you'd been on his doorstep for about 5 minutes prior, contemplating knocking. the only thing that kept you from thinking for another 20 minutes were the brutal winter winds. the singular scarf you'd brought along with your outfit wasn't close to sufficient and you reaaallyy didn't want to risk catching a cold.

a/n: love at first sight is real y’all. 

ac from here

synopsis: hugo’s heart beating out of his chest when he sees you. 

vivian hugo had been told, many times, that he was strange. strange as in the "why did you just make laser sound effects while opening a soda can?" kind of way. not that he really cared at the end of the day. 

he liked weird things. he liked old sci-fi movies. he liked making little "beep beep" noises when backing away from people in crowded hallways. he liked staring at clouds and pretending they were spaceships. 

love, however? love was stupid. love was inefficient. love was the reason half his teammates made terrible decisions. 

then he saw you. and suddenly– 

badump. 

he stopped walking. 

badump. 

the world seemed to pause. 

badump. 

"... huh." 

you were standing outside a café, sunlight catching on your sunglasses as you laughed at something on your phone. that was it. you weren't doing anything dramatic. you weren't rescuing puppies or descending from heaven or whatever. you were literally just standing there, like a normal civilian. 

yet all hugo could hear was– 

badump. 

badump. 

badump. 

he stared. you looked up. your eyes met. you smiled. 

and hugo, in all his brilliance, immediately walked straight into a street sign. 

CLANG. 

the sound echoed down the entire sidewalk. 

for a second, everything went silent. then your eyes widened before your legs rushed over. 

"oh my gosh, are you okay???” 

before hugo could even process his own embarrassment, you were already hurrying over to him, concern written all over your face. your hand lightly touched his forehead as you checked for injuries, and suddenly the pain from the collision became completely irrelevant. 

because you were looking at him. talking to him. worried about him. 

BADUMP. 

BADUMP. 

BADUMP. 

his heart was going insane. he barely heard your question over the sound of it. in fact, he was pretty sure it was trying to escape his chest entirely. 

you were beautiful. kind. attentive. and you had rushed over to help a complete stranger who had just lost a fight against a metal pole. 

there’s only one logical explanation, hugo thought as he stared at you, completely dazed. 

ah. so this is destiny. 

that had to be it. there was absolutely no other reason his heart had chosen this exact moment to start screaming. 

BADUMP. 

BADUMP. 

BADUMP. 

yep. he was in love. 

꒰ summary ꒱; you play the infamous tiktok prank on your boyfriend and this is how he reacts. if you haven't seen it before, just search the title on tiktok and u should be able to find it ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

꒰ content ꒱; fluff, implications of a toxic relationship (not actually any!)

꒰ featuring ꒱; isagi, bachira, rin, kunigami, reo, sae, nagi, shidou, kaiser, ness

isagi yoichi

definitely freaks out immediately, he damn near does a flip at the implication that he's controlling.

shuts down your words right before they can fully reach the waiter who looks both confused and concerned out of their mind.

when the waiter's finally gone, he stares at you with the most apalled expression ever.

"tell me honestly right now. have i ever asked you to get a salad?"

"no, be honest."

when you reassure him that it was just a joke, he keeps his head in his hands for like 5 minutes straight, shaking his head everytime you try to make conversation again.

"no, i can't talk right now. i can't believe you'd say such a thing about me."

⋆.˚ 𓇼Charles falls in love for the first time!

this was requested! (written with fem!reader in mind)

Charles has been acting really odd these days.

And it’s making everyone who knows how he is on the usual a little worried.

Of all people though, Shidou, his best friend and senior, is the one who's been the most concerned about him.

Shidou genuinely thinks there must be some sort of obscure force behind all this. Something going up in the cosmos that’s messing his friend up. Mercury must be in gatorade — or whatever its called — because Charles has never been this serene before. He's been caught daydreaming during practice more than once by now, as if he’s there physically but mentally. 

It really doesn’t make any sense in Shidou’s brain why his friend is acting so differently recently. Like, is something going on at home?

The truth is that there is something going on.

Charles somehow managed to bag a girlfriend. A very cute one at that might he add.

And that no one knows of yet.

He can’t barely recall how he did such a feat. Everything with you happened so fast. 

He can remember the first day he saw you though.

You were sitting in the vip section of his team’s home stadium that day. His gaze happened to wander to that side of the stadium while warming up pre-game and for some reason it landed on your person. If someone looked close enough they’d be able to see them glint in his eyes.

He really tried to brush it off as infatuation, convincing himself that he’d quickly forget about you as soon as the match was over and that you were way too pretty for him anyways. But he couldn’t. As much as he wanted to shift his mind’s focus to anything else other than the cute girl in the crowd, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

It pissed him off beyond belief. 

Because why was he getting so distracted by some random girl so easily? How old is he?? Twelve?!

Luckily, he wasn’t distracted enough to the point of  it affecting his performance, and consequently, making himself look stupid in front of you and the other thousands of fans watching him. But they were irrelevant compared to you. 

So irrelevant that he ignored everybody who came to him once the game ended and made his way to you. One track minded on getting you some way, somehow. Although he did think you were way out of his league, that just made him want to pursue you even more. He has never been one to back out of a challenge after all.

And he’s so glad he didn’t back off from this one specifically because now he gets to call you his girlfriend.

He gets to hold your hand. He gets to hear you laugh at the nonsense that sprawls out of his mouth that nobody else understands and he even gets to kiss you. Sometimes.

Charles is never the one to initiate your kisses though. He still needs to learn how to act when he feels your lips touch his before a game — it’s your little ritual at this point — because his reaction is the same as the one he had when you kissed him for the first time till this day.

He obviously doesn’t get all flustered when you do it or anything. That would be just embarrassingly gross of him.

But he also doesn’t act naturally. Because he never knows what to do.

So needless to say that your first kiss was pretty bad.

Awful even.

Your noses bumped together, it was short and clumsy. But still gave Charles those damn butterflies in his stomach that he’s heard people talk about so much.

Not that he’ll ever admit it.

He’d rather be buried alive than let anyone find out that there’s someone in this world who has the power to turn into some lovesick idiot.

Or to let anyone find out that this said person is the reason he’s been so pensative lately since she’s all he can think about now .

Guess love can really change people.

an — first time writing a fic for charles...lil nervous

╰──—> slight breath play + public sex

a/n: late fic for papi i was too busy jerking it on his bday im sorr + half asleep writing oh nos

you should've known better than to go with loki to his morning workout. you thought it would only be a few quiet hours spent watching your boyfriend sweat, but it was only 5 a.m.─how was a gym even open this early? no matter. right now, you were wishing you'd stayed home, because the sight before you was just pure, unmitigated trouble

julien was mid-set, his muscles coiled and strained beneath a thin tank that hugged him perfectly. his arms were tense and already glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. the harsh overhead lights caught the deep grooves of his forearms, veins standing out as he gripped the iron, each lift earned a deep groan.

you sat on a bench across from him, swaddled in one of his oversized hoodies. you let out a yawn, and the sound caught his attention. he had just finished a set, sitting up as he caught your gaze through the floor to ceiling mirror.

“are you sleepy, ma puce? you should've stayed at home.” julien says it so sweetly as he grabs a towel and drapes it over his neck—the same towel he's always used, and the same towel you've somehow grown envious of

you shook your head slowly. you were deadass sleepy, but watching him workout? was worth losing a few hours of slumberland. “s'okay.. i wanted to keep you company... or maybe work out myself, but... figured i could just help myself to free eye-candy ~”

weary as you were, you couldn't help being cheeky. he let out an airy chuckle, standing up from the bench. julien picked up his water bottle, popping the lid before taking a long, thirsty swig. you watched closely as his adam's apple bobbed, the sweat tracing the line of his throat making him look even more hot.

when he finished, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand and stepped onto the treadmill. he looked at you, and you looked back; his eyes weren't the soft, sleepy eyes you usually saw first thing in the morning. they were dark, blown wide with adrenaline.

“y'know... it's just us here, jules...” you say, crossing your legs as you await his response “hm? qu’est-ce que tu insinues?”

you chuckled softly, stretching your arms above your head, your back arching in a slow, deliberate bow. a soft sigh escaped your lips as you motioned for him to come closer. “what?” he asked. “c’mere, we've got the place to ourselves~”

julien stepped off the treadmill, his purposeful strides eating up the distance between you. the squeaks of his shoes against the polished floor felt like a countdown. before you could even swallow the dry lump in your throat, he was there

tall before your slouched frame, your doll like eyes peered through lashes you’d had done with his money. looking up at him this way, you knew he loved it. your arms wrapped around his hips, your face pressing against his crotch. “baby... i said... it’s just us here~” you mouthed against the heavy bulge of his cock through his shorts.

he rasped, “you’re gonna be the death of me, love...” a sharp, frustrated huff escaped him. his fingers constricted in your hair not enough to hurt, but enough to let you feel the sheer tension radiating off him. “mon dieu, you’re so shameless,” he scolded, though the reprimand lacked any real bite. “so lewd, at this hour, too?”

his eyes stayed glued to yours as he watched you dirty his shorts. now that he was fully erect, you were licking the prominent shape of his shaft through the fabric. julien’s chest was heaving, his hips bucking instinctively into your face. “fine,” he hissed, a smirk finally breaking through the scolding. “have at it. i can’t say no to you ~"

a frantic staccato filled the quiet room. you stared up at him, your breath shallow and your eyes dark with the very hunger he had just called you out for. slowly, with hands that trembled just enough to betray you, you reached out. your fingers grazed the waistband of his gym shorts, the fabric warm from his skin. with a slow, deliberate tug, you pulled him free. his cock sprang forward, twitching in the cool air. as he slid out, the sight of him thick, weeping a bead of pre, and pulsing with a life of its own made your mouth water.

as you leaned in, the scent of him strong, hot and sex was a drug, making your head swim. you could feel him hot against your palms, licking at his cocktip painfully slow, his eyes locked onto yours. his hand was ironclad on your head, his grip tightening as he whispered, “don’t worry about who might walk in… let them see. now, mon chou… open up”

julien’s other hand rose to caress your cheek, encouraging you to open your mouth wider. a soft, needy whine escaped you, a flicker of hesitation, but the desire to have him inside you outweighed any desire to tease.

as he gently eased into your hot mouth, the world shrank until nothing remained but the sensation of him. the first inch was a slow, torturous glide; his thick length stretched your lips, making your eyes flutter shut as your throat instinctively tried to accommodate him. he was so large, so impossibly hot that your head spun and your ankles crossed against the gym floor, searching for purchase.

but the gentleness was a lie, a fleeting mercy before the storm. the moment he felt you melt around him, heard that muffled whimpering catch in your throat, julien’s fingers stiffened in your hair. he anchored you with an unyielding grip, his knuckles white.

with a sudden, powerful thrust, he drove deep, burying himself in the heat of your throat. the air vanished from your lungs in a choked, desperate gasp as he begun a relentless, rhythmic pace. he fucked you with unbridled intensity, his hips snapping forward with a force that tilted your head back, your eyes leaking tears from the sheer, overwhelming fullness of him.

each time julien bottomed out, hitting the very back of your throat, a low, dark groan tore from his chest a sound of pure, possessive triumph. he gave you no moment to recover, no second to breathe before he was driving into you again. his pace became frantic, a brutal pounding that echoed through the gym.

glk ! glk ! glk ! again and again, you drowned in him, lost in the pungent scent of his skin, your hands clutching his thighs just to keep yourself upright. you could hear the animalistic sounds ripping from his throat, the guttural “ugh─fuck!… ” and the way his breath hitched as he raced toward the precipice. he was close, so close.

suddenly, his grip on your hair shifted. as julien delivered one final, devastatingly deep lunge, his free hand flew up, thumb and forefinger clamping firmly over your nose and sealing your airway. the sudden loss of breath sent a jolt of delicious panic through your chest; your eyes flew wide and your throat constricted around him even tighter.

with your breath held captive, he let out a long, guttural moan. his entire body shuddered as he came deep inside you, a hot, pulsing deluge that flooded your mouth and throat, forcing you to swallow every drop.

the silence that followed was heavy, thick with the scent of salt and his ragged, waning pants. julien didn't pull away immediately. instead, he watched the mess he’d made, the glistening strings of cum connecting your lips to his cock, the stray drops shining on your chin. his eyes were hazy, his expression unreadable, as he watched you for a long moment.

finally, he released your nose. you gasped, half choking on his cum. julien reached down, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the violence of the last few minutes.

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the gym echoes with the heavy, rhythmic slap of skin on skin as he pounds against the edge of the weight bench, the sound sharp and unapologetic in the vast, empty space. he had already come once, a violent explosion that left him buried deep inside you, his forehead pressed against your shoulder as he gasped for air.

but he didn’t stop. his hands dug into your hips, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate, as if he were trying to pour his very soul into you. after a few more sloppy thrusts, he came a second time, deeper, you sounded absolutely broken, your cries muffled by the towel he had shoved into your face earlier to steal your sweetness

julien’s voice broke into a dry, ragged rasp as he ground his cock inside you. a string of curses spilled from his lips as he felt his body tightening once more. “fils de─!” he grunted into the nape of your neck, his arms wrapping like iron bands around your waist as he rocked his hips in tight, punishing circles

“mgh…ju-.. ffffuuuck..~” you whimpered, clamping harder around him as you feel another load, a third one. finally, he slumped against you, his chest hot against your bare back. you could still feel him spurting what little cum he had left, his heart hammering against your spine

he pulled his towel away from your face, letting you finally catch your breath. his lips hovered just inches from your ear, his voice silken and teasing “regarde l’heure…” he whispered "it’s almost morning, petite bête. the sun is rising. the cleaners will be here soon… the regulars will be walking through those doors any minute…~”

as he spoke, his hips continued to grind in time, his hand reaching down to rub slow, torturous circles against your overstimulated bud. “imagine,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin, “if they walk in right now… and see you like this? wrecked, trembling, and so full of me? ça me rend dur à nouveau…~”

the thought hit you like a physical blow. the sheer, scandalous audacity of it, the idea of the world intruding on this sacred, filthy moment sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. “please, julien…” you choked out “please what, chérie?” he teased, his voice dark with mischief. “do you want them to see? do you want them to know exactly what i did to you?”

your vision blurred, your breath hitched in a silent, desperate sob, and as he delivered one last, thrust, you came so hard it left you sobbing on the leather seat, your body arching in a final surrender to the terror and the ecstasy of being his

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