fanfiction and shitposting

🏁 ꒰ ✩ suggestive ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. pro football player yoichi isagi & popstar fem!reader. selfship coded. long distance relationship, secret relationship, situationship, inaccurate football descriptions, inaccurate World Cup descriptions, flirting, suggestive talk over the phone. -> secretly dating an internationally famous soccer star means calling each other just to flirt in the middle of an intense world cup match.

“your little football boyfriend’s on tv.”

you’ve just come off stage, all the muscles in your body stretched to their limit and your vocal chords well warmed from the run of twenty songs across four of your studio albums. someone hands you a bottle of water, the plastic crinkles between your trembling fingers and the straw meets your glossed lips. it’s a cherished drink that barely cools the adrenaline burning through your system, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

the dressing slash green room tingles with life and the kind of chaos that comes across as perfectly coordinated. people packing away your stage makeup, others organising costumes and some helping themselves to the snacks laying around after a hard night of work.

something plays on the wall-mounted tv on the right side of the room away from your makeshift vanity, its audio mingling with buzz of chatter from your staff — you try to find it, following the notice from your tour manager.

Also would love to know how the "beef" makes its way into their sex life uwu

HI AMY THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME AN ASK ABOUT MY NEW BEAUTIFUL BOY

CW: chubby fem reader, daddy kink, masturbation, phone sex

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"It's too sweet," he grumbles pulling the perfume away from him. "Why the hell is everything so sweet these days? Can the gourmand trend please pass so we can get some real perfumes back into the game?"

The video went viral. His fans agreed while newcomers argued that it was a good perfume. He didn't care. He was getting more money when people got angry in his comments.

But then you made a review in response.

"I like this perfume! The strawberry and coconut combination really shines through, but it's not overbearing. And the whipped cream is a nice addition once it dries down. What Noah doesn't seem to understand is that not all scents were made to please men," you say with a disgustingly sweet smile. "Anyways, this is a great dupe for—"

"Again, too sweet. This perfume may not be made for a man, but what's the point of wearing a perfume if you don't want to attract a man? One out of five."

"We've gotta stop promoting strawberry marshmallow perfumes. It's so overdone. I think I've smelled one good strawberry marshmallow perfume, but I wouldn't want my girlfriend to wear it. One out of five stars."

"What the hell is the obsession with vanilla these days? Honestly, this isn't special. You could find this at Marshall's. I'd give this a zero if I could. One out of five stars."

Over and over again, he criticizes each perfume you review. He expects a reaction, a comeback video, but you give him nothing. You mentioned his name once and then he never hears it again, and frankly that pisses him off.

Then one day you have a big announcement.

"I've been keeping this a secret for a long time and finally I get to reveal it to yall!" You lift up a pink bottle slowly and squeal. "I collaborated with my favorite perfume company and made my own perfume! I'm so so happy with how it turned out! I've put a lot of hard work into this perfume and I hope you all like it. And as an added bonus, if you pre-order this perfume and use my code, you'll get fifteen percent off your order!"

I figured you'd want to review this before anyone else could. I hope you hate it!

Y/N

He scoffs, but he's already going to his setup to film a review. He decides to do a surprise livestream to review your new perfume. He hasn't even taken off the plastic wrapping on the box when he starts.

"Hello, everyone!" he announces once his audience grows to his liking. "I got a surprise in the mail today and thought I'd do a live review of it for you all. I haven't opened it yet, but let's get started."

He takes off the plastic, and opens the box.

"First off," he starts, lifting the bottle, "pink? How girly can you get? And the bottle may be decently heavy because of the glass, but it looks cheap regardless. There's nothing unique about a rectangular bottle. At least be a little original."

He grabs a strip of paper, spraying on the perfume and waving it around.

"I don't have high hopes for this, but I'll be fair in my review."

He brings the paper to his nose once the perfume dries and takes a sniff.

His eyes widen.

"Uh..." He swallows, taking another sniff, this one longer. "Um... well, I can definitely smell roses, which is nice, but it's a bit fruity too, like peach and pear." He feels his face burning as he takes another whiff. "As it dries further, I'm getting notes of ylang ylang and jasmine and... definitely vanilla but there's also a musk to it that helps everything settle." He tries not to look into the camera as he continues breathing in the perfume. "It's sweet but mature, like an older woman with a lot of power. What's this called? 'Dutchess'? Ah... yeah, the name fits."

His comments are blowing up, moving too fast for him to read, but he couldn't make out the words if he wanted too. He's too distracted by the scent, how it engulfs his senses and holds him there, drawing him further in.

"Uh..." He has to focus. At the very least, he has to wrap things up. He clears his throat and puts the paper slip down despite wanting to keep smelling it. "I have to admit, I'm impressed. I didn't expect this kind of perfume for this price point, especially from a creator like Y/N who always reviews overly sweet perfumes. I think it's, um... decent, and I would be interested in any woman if she smelled like this. I'll give it five—no, four point five out of five stars. It's kind of tacky to put vanilla in there."

His comments fly by on the screen as he clears his throat again.

"Ah, well, that's all I've got today. Thanks for joining this impromptu livestream and I'll see you guys later."

He ends the livestream quickly, exiting out of the app and putting his phone down. He glances at the strip of paper before picking it up, bringing it to his nose, taking another whiff of the perfume you created. The roses hit him again along with the pear, sweet but not overbearing like other perfumes you've reviewed, floral and seductive. He imagines you wearing this at a fancy restaurant, wearing a tight black dress and red bottom heels.

Ever since his review of your perfume collaboration, his life has gone downhill. Everyone clipped his livestream and reposted it, and drama channels are making all kinds of comments about it.

"Pretty boy fragrance guru Noah Flowers has finally agreed with something Y/N has done? Fans are shocked by his recent livestream reviewing Y/N's new perfume collab!"

"I can't believe Noah Flowers actually liked Y/N's new perfume! I haven't received it yet, but I'm hoping it lives up to my expectations!"

"I think it's so typical of a man to hate what a woman does but secretly like her, and Noah Flowers is no different. Of course Noah likes her perfume! He probably jerks off to her pictures in private and then makes a hate video about her after!"

His side of the internet couldn't shut up about the incident, and he couldn't get the perfume out of his head. It seemed like every day, he would try to go about his business, but at some point he would go back to that perfume and smell it for a couple minutes before he could continue with his day.

And he would never admit it, but some of them were right. Your perfume scratched an itch he didn't know he had. It was consuming every fiber of his being. Hell, he even held up a test strip of your perfume to his nose while he jerked off one time, just so he could enjoy two things he liked at once.

He couldn't focus, he couldn't sleep. Roses and pear and vanilla and musk fogged his mind day in and day out. He thinks about messaging you and apologizing, asking about the perfume making process as if he hasn't had a few collaborations of his own, trying to figure out how you made such an addictive scent.

He checks his email to find an invitation to a perfume gala that a few companies were collaborating on. New perfumes would be introduced and full size bottles would be given out. He's not sure if he wants to RSVP to the event until he sees a new video by you.

"Yall will never guess what I got in the mail today!" You put a screenshot of the email on the screen. "I got invited to Infinity's Perfume Gala this summer! I've already RSVP'd and I can't wait to go! I'm looking for some plus size clothing brands to buy from so I can get some new outfits for this event: do yall have any recommendations? Also, I have no clue what perfume to wear! Should I wear my collab perfume or—"

"Oh, did you hear about the lady going around the event and smelling everyone?" one says.

"Jesus Christ, are you kidding? How tacky."

"I know, right? She's got a bag of coffee beans that she smells in between. She looks like a hillbilly."

"Is it someone we know?" Noah asks, picking up another sample.

"Fuck, I forget her name. Ah, shit, she... oh! She came out with that new perfume in the spring! Wait, you did a livestream on it, remember?"

"Y/N?!" he almost gawks, body burning, eyes wide. His friends slowly smirk, giving him knowing stares.

"Ah, yeah, Y/N. She looks good too. She's got this tight dress on and—oh, hey, there she is."

Noah whips around, eyes searching before they fall on you. Shit, you do look good. You're wearing this skin tight two piece outfit that you fill out so well and some white heels, and you're laughing with some other women as you walk. He wonders if you're wearing your collab perfume. Would it smell better if it settled on your skin or your hair? Would it drive him even crazier—fuck, you're walking over here.

He turns quickly to look back at the table as his group greets yours. Your voice sticks out to him, so sweet and cheery within all the noise of the event. He can't look at you. What if he gets hard? What if he does so and you notice? God, that would be so fucking embarrassing that he could die—

"C'mon, Noah, quit being shy," his friend says as he turns Noah around to face you. Despite how he's treated you online, you still smile kindly at him.

"Hi, Noah."

"H-Hi Y/N..." he mumbles.

"I kinda figured you'd show up to this, but I wasn't sure if we'd bump into each other! Small world, right?"

"R... Right..."

"Oh, I just have to know what you smell like."

"Wha—"

Before he can react, you've approached him, grabbing his suit and pulling him down so you can take a deep breath from his neck.

"Oh. My. God." You take another whiff. "Holy fuck, you smell good! I'm definitely getting the leather, but I can smell amber too and it's soooo good. What are you wearing?"

"T... Tom F-Ford's Tuscan Leather..."

"Oh my god, seriously?! I can't believe it! I mean, it smelled good in the store, but I didn't think it'd smell this good on somebody else! I wanna get their Lost Cherry sooooo bad but I just can't justify the price point—"

He can't focus. You're so close, and you smell so good. It has to be your collab perfume, but somehow it smells even better on you, so floral and divine. He wants to smell you more, but he stays still as you keep sniffing his neck and collar. Shit, he feels his cock pulsing. If you get any closer to him, he might pop the biggest boner he's ever had—

"Jeez, Y/N!" one of the women says, pulling you away from him. "You've sniffed, like, every guy at this gala. You've gotta chill out!"

"Sorry, sorry!" you say to the group. "I can't help it! I gotta find the perfect perfume so I can make my future boyfriend wear it!"

'Future boyfriend': does that mean you don't have a boyfriend now? Are you single? How can you be single when you look and smell so good? Noah watches as you pull out a small bag off coffee beans and stick your nose in the opening. Fuck, you're so fucking cute—

"You ladies busy later? Wanna join us for dinner?" his friend asks, and Noah suddenly can't stop thinking about sitting next to you during dinner, that delicious perfume clouding his senses.

"Nah, we're good," one of the other women says. "We're gonna have a girl's night, but thanks for offering."

"Well, don't have too much fun."

"We will!" you beam, saying your goodbye's before dragging your friends off. "C'mon, I wanna see if Coach has full size bottles!"

Noah watches you go, focused on the sway of your hips as you walk away. His friend shakes his shoulder, bringing him back to the present.

"Dude. Your dick is popping out."

Noah panics, looking down just to find that his pants aren't tented. The other men laugh.

"Made you look!"

He gets an Uber back to his hotel, wishing he had a better buzz. He's still thinking about you, his thoughts far from pure. Maybe he'll jerk off when he gets back to the hotel room. He has your perfume in his checked luggage; it wouldn't hurt to take a whiff while he fists his cock, right?

When he gets out of the car, another car pulls up behind, the door opening and the sound of pop music leaking out. Two women stumble out of the car, laughing and singing together, holding on to each other. One of them is you.

"Y/N?" he says without thinking. You look up and smile.

"Oh my god, Noah! Are you at this hotel too? Small, small world!"

"Are you drunk?"

"Naaaaah! I just got a good buzz going! She's drunk tho," you motion to your friend who is swaying.

"Nah... I'm good, I'm good... Just gotta get to bed..."

"Let me help you," he offers, walking over.

"Oh, for real? That's so nice of you, Noah!"

"It's nothing. What floor are you on?"

Noah helps your friend to the third floor as you follow behind. He keeps her from tumbling as you unlock her room and help her inside. Once she's safe in bed, you exit the room, where he is still standing, hands in his pockets.

"Thanks again for your help," you tell him once you get in the elevator together. You're wearing a mini dress now, with heels that have ribbons winding up your calves. He tries to smell you, but you're too far away for him to do that without seeming weird.

"It's no problem," he mumbles as a reply, staring down at his polished shoes. You stand in silence together for a moment before you turn to him.

"My perfume collab was a hit," you say. "The company wants to do another."

"Oh, really? That's great."

"Yeah, but I don't know what I wanna do this time. I have a prototype but I don't know how people will feel about it."

"Well, what are the notes?"

"Ah, it's too hard to explain. It'd be a lot easier if you smelled it. Why don't you come by my room real quick so you can see—or, I should say smell—what I'm talking about?"

He's in dangerous territory now. He should say no. He's not sure if he could contain himself if he was with you in a tight space surrounded by your scent.

"C'moooon, Noah. It smells soooo good, I promise! Just come smell it real quick and then you can go to bed."

"Okay, so it might not be up your alley, but I want you to go in with an open mind. Keep smelling this until I tell you to stop," you say as you toss your coffee bag to him. He catches it, opening it and sticking his nose inside as you pull out a boring bottle.

"You gonna tell me the notes or what?"

"Nooo, I want you to guess! That's the fun part, isn't it?" you ask, dousing yourself in the perfume. He thinks it's excessive to be spraying so much on yourself, but he also finds himself excited to smell this new scent on you.

"Okay," you say twirling for a bit to air out the perfume before you walk towards him. You smile, tilting your head slightly to present your pretty neck. "Smell me."

He hesitates, slowly lowering the bag, a wave of pomegranate hitting his senses. He leans down quickly for a better scent, taking a deep breath. He was right about the pomegranate, but there's also raspberry and orchid and violet and mahogany.

"Oh my god," he whispers, burying his nose into your neck and sighing after a big breath. "Oh my god—"

"You like it?" you ask, voice soft.

"Do I like it?" He takes another deep breath and has to stop himself from groaning. "You smell fucking incredible. If I had a girl that smelled like this, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of her."

You hum, and he realizes how close you are to his own neck.

"You smell good too," you whisper. "I've smelled this before."

He scoffs.

"I doubt it—"

"No, seriously." You grab his suit jacket and pull him down further, taking another whiff. "It's... woody and aromatic. I know this scent, I swear..."

You hum in thought as he continues to appreciate your scent. He doubts you know it. Not even his friends could guess what he was wearing.

"Hah!" You pull away with a smile. "Mélange by Christopher Watkins!"

His eyes widen.

"I knew it!" you gleam, bouncing up and down.

"How did you..."

"I got this scent last summer!" You pull him back in and take another whiff. "It starts with lavender and juniper berries, but then it settles into tonka bean and patchouli. I was obsessed with this scent for the longest time because it was so good but basically unheard of. I got it for my boyfriend at the time but then he took it when we broke up. I was so pissed."

You hum, rubbing your face into his collar, sighing happily.

"I wish I could smell this all the time with a man's natural musk."

"I can't believe you know this cologne."

"How could I forget it? I sprayed it on my boyfriend's balls so I would actually enjoy giving him a blowjob."

That makes him swallow hard. The thought of you bare on your knees in front of him, wanting to please him. Shit, now he's thinking about sixty-nining you, your cunt suffocating him with your scent as you suck him off. He wonders what your pussy smells like when it's dripping wet—

"Noah."

He looks down at you, shocked at the seductive smile you're giving him.

"Don't you think we smell good together?"

"H-Huh?"

"I think our perfumes smell so good together. Like rough sex during a thunderstorm, hot and passionate and needy." Your hands run along his chest, finding his neck, fingers teasing his hair. "I bet it'd smell even better with real sex, all the sweat and musk mixing in, with our perfume."

He has to leave. If you keep talking like that he's gonna go crazy, but you're leaning into him and you smell so good and your body is so plush and soft.

A crack of thunder makes you jump, glancing at the window. It starts pouring rain shortly after, making you huff and look at him.

"Yeah, yeah. You want me to say you were right or something?" he pants, trying to keep his rhythm, but the mix of your scents is distracting.

"Yeah," you huff, reaching out just to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to you. Your perfume is overwhelming in this position, making his head fuzzy. "Tell me that I'm right."

He huffs, about to disregard what you say, but you push the back of his head down into your neck and that delicious smell enraptures him all over again.

"Yeah," he says, pressing his nose into your neck, taking a big breath in. "Yeah, you were right."

"I was always right, wasn't I?"

"Don't push it—"

"C'mon, just say it. It'll make me cum easier."

He blinks, looking at you, seeing your adorable pout. He huffs.

"Alright, fine. You were always right."

"Ha ha!" you tease, pinching his cheeks. "I made you say it! I was right, I was right, I was—oh!"

He speeds up, thrusting harder, making you squeal and whine.

"You're so fucking annoying," he grumbles.

"Y-Yeah," you moan, tossing your head back as you palm your breast. "But at least I smell good."

He scoffs, but he doesn't deny it, instead choosing to tuck his face back into your neck so he can smell you while he fucks you.

"Do you usually get this wet? Or is it because of me?"

"Which answer will make you rub my clit?"

"Just be honest."

You huff, nosing at his neck.

"Honest, huh?" He grunts in reply, his hand trailing down your stomach as you shakily exhale. "Honestly, I usually get this wet, but it's been a long fucking time."

"Yeah?" he whispers, thumb pressing between your plump folds to fiddle with your clit. "How long?"

"Jesus, I don't know. I don't keep track—oooh, fuck, right there!"

He focuses on the spot, listening to your pleas for him to go harder, then faster.

"Oh my god, da—N-Noah!"

"What?" he asks, slowing down, making you whine.

"No, no, no, I wanna cum—"

"You almost said something. 'Da'? 'Da' what?"

You whine, turning your head away, eyes squeezed shut.

"Don't make me say it. It's embarrassing."

"I'm not gonna laugh at you."

Still, you keep your mouth shut, even as he rocks into you. He leans down, ghosting your ear.

"Were you gonna call me 'daddy'?"

You whine, tucking your face into his neck.

"Just tell me, Y/N."

"... Y-Yeah..."

His dick twitches at the thought.

"You can call me daddy. I don't mind," he whispers reassuringly. You keep quiet, so he stops completely, making you whine unhappily. "Tell daddy what you want."

You nuzzle into his chest, squeezing his shoulders.

"...Please fuck me daddy. I wanna cum."

He swallows hard as he pulls back, thrusting in hard, making you squeak. He builds up his pace again, giving you that same rhythm as before, making you moan.

"You wanna cum for daddy?"

"U-Uh-huh!" you mewl.

"What can daddy do to make you cum?"

You pull away and look up with glassy eyes.

"Kiss me," you almost beg, and he complies with your request immediately, crashing his lips to yours, swallowing your moan. Your hips curl into his, legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close. One hand is rubbing your clit quickly while the other toys with your breast, squeezing and pinching and pulling. He knows you're almost there; he can feel you pulsate around him. He's certain that just with a little more work he can—

You pull away, letting out a wail. At the same time, he feels your cunt clench down on him, making him struggle to move. It's all too good: the way you sound and look and smell. He's not going to last much longer. Even just the look you're giving him now makes him want to let go.

"Lemme go," he says quickly, pulling at your leg. "I'm gonna cum."

"Then just cum in me then."

"What?" he asks, shocked, but his dick is harder than ever, ready to bust at any moment. "N-No, I can't, I can't get you pregnant, I—"

"Dummy," you mumble, rolling your hips, making him gasp. "I'm on birth control. Just cum in me already. If you don't, I'm gonna have you make me cum again and—"

Before you can finish, he's reached his climax. He pushes in as far as he can go, letting out this low groan in the back of his throat as warmth blooms inside you. You pout as he starts gasping for air.

"Damn. I wanted to cum again."

He huffs, riding out his high before he leans down, grabbing you and flipping you both over so you're laying on top of him, his cock still inside you.

"You good?" you finally ask, pushing against his cheek. He bats your hand away but doesn't stop you when you do the same action again.

"Yeah... I'm good. Are you good?"

"I guess." You sit up on his cock, the view turning him on. "I wanna cum more."

"Jesus," he groans. "I didn't satisfy you?"

"You did, but I still want more." You bounce gently on his sensitive cock, making him sputter. "I wanna cum so much I can't even move."

"Fucking—" He pulls you up and off his dick, sighing with relief once you're off of him. You pout, kneeling beside him as he catches his breath. He glances at you, your lip jutted out, and feels a wave of heat go straight to his dick. He sighs, sitting up against the headboard. "Gimme five minutes to recover and then I'll fuck you again, alright?"