milenna

cw: dubcon

You stood in front of him at the verge of tears, while he sat there. On his couch, manspreading and arm lazly placed on the back of his couch. "So?", he said slowly, green eyes piercing through yours. You bowed down deeply. "I am sorry" "For what?" "For having stolen money", you choked out, teeth pressed together, while still bowing.

You squinted up to see his expression, since Sae didn't say anything anymore. He just looked at you, no expression and no sign that he might do something. "How much was it again?", he asked absently, eyes staring into space like he was thinking of something else entirely.

You frowned "Thousand dollars" You knew as the world's best midfielder he didn't have to worry about money, in contrary to you, who worked your ass off as cleaning lady, but that question really dumbfounded you, after all that was no little amount.

"You need that money?" His eyes fell back on yours and it seemed like his question was genuine and curious rather than mocking. You nodded.

"Yeah"

"A lot?"

"A lot"

He went quiet again, just staring at you. Shortly, just for a brief moment, the thought that he may just leave it at that crossed your mind, until he opened his mouth.

"Show your pussy lips"

Your whole body froze. "H-huh?" Sae tilted his head to the side. "Show me your pussy and I'll give you the thousand dollars" You took a step back, away from him. He just sat there in the same relaxed position as earlier and it did not seem like he would chase you or something.

"I won't force you", he began "But if you don't do so, I'll sue you and make sure you won't find another nice job" That bastard. You couldn't afford a court case and needed the job to keep yourself over water.

Your curses and how much you hated him never left your mouth, as you laid down on his couch, with your uniform cramped up around your hips and legs spread. Your panties were pushed to the side and your bare cunt was exposed to Itoshi Sae's hungry gaze.

His pants were unzipped and pushed down to his thighs, aswell as his boxers, so he could free his alreday hard manhood.

"What a pretty cunt", he murmured, as his hand went forward to part the lips and his other hand stroked his dick. The precum wetting his pretty tip and some of it spilling on his finger.

His eyes never left the vulnerable space between your thighs, his head going closer to it with every second. You were so engrossed in looking at his pretty face staring at your genitals, that you didn't even notice you were becoming wet, until he pointed it out. "Soaking my couch"

You immediately went to close your legs, but he pushed one of them down to keep 'em open. "I am not done", he whispered as you felt his tip rubbing your cunt up and down.

You shrieked up and arched your back of the couch at the sudden warmness of his dick. "Sshhh.. its alright" Your breath catched in your throat as his thumb started working on your pearl. Soon enough his living room was filled with both of you panting and chasing your reliefs.

"Shit- gonna cum, pretty", he groaned while pressing his swollen tip against your entrance. Meanwhile the way your clit was getting abused by his thick thumb repeatedly pressing down and rubbing on it made you see stars and your hips twitch.

Sae was fast enough to pull out and cum on your stomach while you too found your high when he then sucked on your clit.

⋆˚࿔ “WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE…”

✧˖ M. Kaiser x reader

✧˖ mdni, 18+

You know exactly how it starts. Always the same.

The clock hits midnight and your phone lights up with his name. No greeting. No hey. Just a location pin or, more often, the low growl of an engine idling outside your building. You don’t change. You don’t even put on shoes half the time.

You lock the door behind you, slide into the passenger seat of whatever sleek black car he’s driving that week, and the second the door shuts he’s already pulling away from the curb like the city belongs to him.

Kaiser doesn’t look at you right away. One hand on the wheel, the other finds your thigh without asking—palm warm and possessive, fingers spreading just enough to remind you whose skin this is for the next few hours.

The drive is silent except for the low music and the occasional brush of his thumb against the soft skin of your inner thigh. By the time you reach whatever hotel or empty apartment he’s chosen, your pulse is already between your legs.

That’s how it works between you.

ᘛ ꒰ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ੭

satoru has to roll up his sleeves and remind the pretty girl with an attitude problem that she's still his girlfriend even if they're secretly dating.

⌗ wc :: 3.6k

♡ ₊˚‧ cws. college au :: secret dating :: smut :: mean!toru :: brat taming :: degradation :: clit play :: pussy spanking :: f.oral :: p in v :: rough sex :: emotional sex :: crying during sex :: toru gets emotional :: creampie :: slight angst

♡ ₊˚‧ sweetheart. preview of this one shot below. find the full fic on my patreon.

"See, now why you do you always have to piss me off?"

A huff blew at the wispy bangs framing his glasses. The specs began to fog with his breath. Whether from frustration or focus— you weren't sure.

All you could focus on was the slow stroke of two fingers on the moist spot in your panties. Dragging the wet fabric so it ground on your quivering slit and your pulsing clit. Stimulation that trembled your thighs and pooled heat in your tummy— but left you high and dry.

You're leaned back on the desk. Forearms braced into his study notes as your legs spread over the edge. Giving him the perfect slot from where he sat on the chair. Idly rubbing on your pussy but never once giving you more than you deserved.

"Toru," you whimpered.

"So it's toru now?"

"Please baby. please toru."

"Oh don't give me that."

Thwack! your cunt stung under his palm. The slap was quick and sharp. Thrumming your need against his large hand as it cupped firm on your sore heat once more.

sae’s always had his eyes on you, the cute pitch-side interviewer for spain’s local sports network. you had always spoken to him with such sweetness, carried yourself with such grace, and always made sure to greet everyone with warm smiles.

that’s why despite his aloof personality, he treated you a little differently than the other reporters. softer, in a way, which picked up headlines and started rumors. the media absolutely loved your on-camera interactions, some fans even going so far as to make edits of the two of you with olivia dean’s “so easy” in the background.

and that’s why the minute he saw bunny approach you outside the field and off the clock, he just knew he had to do something about it before another one of his dreams got crushed.

bunny, on the other hand, had absolutely no interest in you. well… that’s an exaggeration. or an understatement? either way, his invitation to come over was purely based on ultierior motives.

besides, bunny’s always hated optimists.

dilf! sae itoshi. ✮⋆˙

reader is 20+

you’re straddling sae’s lap in his multi million dollar mansion as one hand rests on your ass caressing the soft flesh.

he feels you shuffle on his lap and his other hand shifts to push your hair out of your face

“what’s wrong bunny?” he says tilting his head leaning forward to pepper your neck with gentle kisses making your nose scrunch and lashes flutter feeling his stubble glide across your skin.

you fidget with your fingers and blink up at him. he’s even more handsome when he’s in his late 40’s. you softly speak up pressing your palms on his chiseled chest.

“ . . . need you.” he smirks with a cocky look his index finger moving to rest under your chin.

“yeah? ask the proper way.”

“ . . . daddy, fuck me. please. “

“mhm. atta girl.” he says softly smacking your ass before shifting on the couch throwing you over his shoulder making you squeak as he lets out a low chuckle.

his foot lightly taps his bedroom door tossing you onto his abnormally huge bed before he leans over hovering over your body.

bigs hands gliding up your body worshiping every part of your body. pressing his clothed erection against your core making you both moan in pleasure from the pressure.

“mm. . . my pretty baby so needy.” he says slipping his hand under your top to fondle with your breasts as he slowly grinds his hips against your clothed core.

“daddy will give you anything his bunny needs. say the word.” licking along your neck stubble brushing against your warm skin. the scent of his expensive cologne giving you a dizzying and tingly feeling.

“i . . . need daddy in me. please-“

the sound of his belt clanking echoes in the room as he tosses his pants off and boxers shortly after.

his thick throbbing cock slapping against his stomach where the patch of hair lies.

the tip red, leaking, and twitching showing how pent up he is.

he pushes your skirt aside before his big hand moves to pump himself a few times making him let out a few grunts before shoving his thick cock into your entrance in one big thrust.

“mnngh. fuck. that’s it.” he breathes dropping his head against your neck as he slowly rolls his hips.

with each roll of his hips as he slides in and out of you reveals the outline of his cock in your stomach making him grunt in pleasure. “mm. baby girl, you see that? that’s daddy’s cock in you.” gliding his fingers against your stomach bulge.

you nod feeling his thick cock fill you up with each thrust and roll of his hips. feeling your eyes get watery as he increases his pace.

the sound of his hips and heavy balls slapping against your ass echo through the room. he pushes your legs far enough till they reach the bed frame to give him a better angle to fuck deeper into you.

he throws his head back moans spilling from his pretty lips as he fucks your hole deeper feeling your gummy walls clench around him with each rough thrust he does.

the bed frame smacking against the wall indicating how hard he’s going at it. both of you sweaty and spent from the intensity of the round.

“mmm… bunny m’ gonna cum in this pretty hole. yeah?”

“. . . fuck— please cum in me daddy. fill me with your seed.”

he fucks into you hard and rough hips slapping against your lower half groans and grunts spilling out of his mouth with no shame.

his hips stills before his balls tighten and spills his thick load deep into your throbbing cunt.

excess cum spilling out of your pussy as he rides out his high.

you’re both sensitive and spent as he pants collapsing beside you. his cock twitching and leaking cum from his orgasm.

“so good f’ me angel.” he says panting throwing his muscular arm over his face as he catches his breath.

his chest heaving up and down. you look down at the mess he made and you shift to his side nuzzling against him. his strong arm moves to pull you closer.

“mm… rest baby. i’ll clean ya later.”

[ 🍎 ] shidou is a creep & he's not afraid to show it. tw. dark content !! stalking, stealing, breaking and entering, obsessed shidou, unsolicited photos, cumming in your panties without you knowing (?), fem!reader.

CREEP!SHIDOU can't help but follow you wherever you go. he needs to know everything about you so he can impress you when he finally makes his move. the moment you leave the house in the morning, he's trailing after you — watching as you walk into your workplace, walk back out for your lunch break to eat at that little coffee shop you love so much. he needs to know everything single part of your day and routine. after all, if he knows all your favorite things then it'll be way easier to establish a connection to you, right?

CREEP!SHIDOU leaves little gifts for you. when you wake up, you'll find your favorite roses on your doorstep or a box of chocolates on your dining table with a little note attached to it. he even goes through the trouble of handwriting a letter and decorating it with little hearts and drawings. he leaves it on your nightstand for you to find.

CREEP!SHIDOU sometimes cracks open your back door when you're not home. it always leads to him ending up in your bedroom, going through your closet. he finds your panties after just a little while and just can't help himself. he knows you won't be home for another two hours and that gives him enough time. he grabs one of your panties, bringing it up to his nose and taking a deep breath before reaching down and tugging his pants down. he fists his cock, squeezing his eyes shut to imagine it's your hand wrapped around him, your fingers squeezing his dick. when he cums, he makes sure to smear it all over your underwear <3 he folds them and puts them back in your closet after, only to go home and jerk off again at the thought of you wearing them.

CREEP!SHIDOU makes sure no one gets too close to you. when he sees another guy flirting with you at a party, he waits until you leave before following the man and dragging him into an alley. he doesn't kill the guy — he's not crazy. but he does make sure he remembers never to talk to you ever again. you're taken, after all. you belong to him and only him.

CREEP!SHIDOU takes photos of you sometimes. he doesn't share them with anyone because they're for his eyes only, but he does sometimes leave them in your house. you need to know how devoted he is to you. he waits, watching through the window as you discover them and goes home happy, knowing you're aware how much he loves you.

CREEP!SHIDOU who very randomly shows up at your favorite coffee shop while you're there. not only that, he orders the same thing you do. when you smile at him and tell him “aw, that's my favorite too!” he gets weak in the knees. it takes all his willpower to only smile back at you and casually talk to you. but it's fine. if that's what it takes, he'll talk to you about strawberry matcha for hours on end. (he doesn't even like matcha. he ends up handing the drink to you instead.)

CREEP!SHIDOU steals your clothes sometimes. panties, bras, socks, shirts. whatever he can get his hands on. most of the time, he takes it out of your hamper, too. he likes when it still smells just like you, sweat and all. though his absolute favorite thing to take is your dirty underwear. it just smells so good, it's really not his fault. but don't worry! he leaves his own clothes in exchange. his dick gets hard the moment he sees you sleeping in one of his shirts through your window.

ʚɞ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙!

bunny's been obsessing over the baking club president for weeks, but hasn't made a move, believing he's simply too intense for the sweetheart handing out leftover pastries in the hall. so color him surprised when he finally does act on his needs, and he's faced with the fact that some people will always be better than him. even at his own game. ᯓᡣ𐭩 (wc:2707)

very NSFW minors will be blocked! cw: fem!reader, college!au, bunny is a freak but reader is wayy better at this stuff, bakingclubpresident!reader, dom!reader, sub!bunny turned into bunny explores his need for praise and softness into handjob with a bunch of praise, use of 'good boy'. for these requests!

sweat drips down bunny’s forehead, the afternoon sun shining harshly upon the football field. a break, the much needed respite from the surprisingly intense training. his coach, lavinho, never takes stuff this seriously. at least, unless it’s about going up against his rival, noel noa’s team. 

the whole tournament is but a part of the thoughts plaguing bunny’s mind. the movement near the courtyard has more or less been his obsession the past few weeks.

you. the cute, cheerful and generous baking club president who loves to hand out leftover pastries to tired students instead of hoarding them at home. he’s lost count of how many times he wished to take you up on the offer, but the stern look from his coach was enough to discourage him. besides, a man like bunny, a man who wants to die above all else, is not suited for someone like you. and while usually he’d relish in the possibility of bringing someone to tears, to the edge of despair as they beg and whine for him… he simply can’t do that to you. even a freak like him has his limits.

[ 🍎 ] you're the french team's massage therapist and get a little too close to hugo. tw. aged up hugo, blowjob, throat fucking, almost getting caught, cum swallowing, fem!reader, mean hugo, hair pulling, ooc hugo (?), he calls you slut twice.

“Where exactly does it hurt?”

He points to his thigh, two of his fingers gliding over his skin to show you. Your eyes follow his movements and you nod, coating your hands in the oil you'd put on the side table earlier. You lean forward, rubbing your hands over Hugo's thigh.

You'd been massaging the team for less than a month now and this is the first time Hugo has come to you. You've known what he looks like, but up close, he's even more beautiful. And there's something about him that makes you nervous. It's probably those observant eyes, watching every move you make as though he's calculating everything about you.

You keep your body from shivering as you feel his gaze on you and dig your fingers into his thigh a little harder, following down the muscles. You work out a knot near his knee before moving back up his thigh, rubbing your knuckles along his skin.

You've been in the job long enough to know that some men have interesting reactions. You've learned how to deal with them, too. It's a normal bodily function and they really can't do anything about getting hard sometimes. But this time, when you look up and see the hardness tenting Hugo's pants, something is different. Maybe it's because he's just so pretty or maybe it's because you want to see what those cold, calculating eyes look like when he's falling apart — whatever it is, it's harder to ignore than usual.

And he notices your look. Because how could he not with how hard he's watching you?

“You're staring,” he comments. You feel your face heat up and avert your eyes, focusing back on his thigh.

Stay professional, you tell yourself. You do this every damn day. You can very well ignore an erection. You've done it hundreds of times. Get your shit together.

Hugo's eyes watch you closely as you continue your work. But your eyes keep drifting, especially when you notice the small wet spot forming on his pants. You look back down and bite your lips, your palm gliding along his palm.

And suddenly, you feel his fingers under your chin. He pushes your head up, his eyes meeting yours. “Look at me. You keep staring. Why's that? Is it because this is unusual? … No. Is it because you don't know your place?”

“W–What…?” You stare at him, your heart pumping against your chest as your mouth falls open.

He throws a pointed look at your pressed together thighs, his fingers curling around your chin and pulling your head forward until you're inches away from his face. “Just say what you want. And then you can go back to doing your part.”

“I–I don't… want anything?” You reply slowly. What the fuck is even going on, you think. But your eyes do drift back to his cock, which is still pressing against his shorts. You swallow heavily.

“You can touch, you know?” He suddenly says. He leans forward, his lips brushing your ear. “Get it over with so you can focus back on what you're supposed to be doing.”

You shiver at the idea of wrapping your hand around Hugo's cock but you quickly shake your head. “No. This is my job and I don't want to lose it.”

“You're doing a very bad job right now. All I'm doing is helping you out so you can continue to play your part.”

You close your eyes for a few seconds, blow a strand of hair away from your face and look at the clock on your wall. Your next appointment starts in 45 minutes, which should be more than enough time to… well, enjoy Hugo a little. And he definitely doesn't seem like the type of person to go out and brag about stuff. Maybe… just this once…

You look back at him, your noses almost touching. “No one can ever know about this.”

“I wouldn't have told anyone anyway,” he replies.

You observe him for a little while, but you find no nervousness or a hint of a lie anywhere on his face. Then again, you're almost certain Hugo is a good liar. But… people knowing about this also wouldn't be beneficial for him or the team so you're pretty sure he's not going to say a word about this to anyone.

His fingers leave your chin and trail up the side of your face, playing with a strand of hair. “I'm quite good at keeping secrets.”

You blink back down, watching as the wet spot on his shorts grows just a little. Your hands seem to have a mind of their own as they run down his toned stomach, the tips of your fingers dipping just below his waistband. Hugo sighs, his own hands reaching out to tug his shorts down just enough, his cock long and hard, the tip an angry red and weeping. You swallow at the sight, Hugo's gaze still trained on your face.

You watch as a drop of pre–cum forms and lean forward, your tongue lapping it up. You don't even realize what you've done until the salty taste registers. You jump back, your eyes wide and breathing heavy. Your heart feels like it's about to jump out of your chest and you feel hot all over. But Hugo doesn't reprimand you. He reaches out a hand, his fingers fisting in your hair just tight enough to hurt a little bit and pushes your head back down towards his cock.

“Suck it if you're so greedy for it.”

You feel the heat gathering in your lower belly and press your thighs together again. You take a deep breath, licks your lips and wrap them around Hugo's cock. You suck on the tip, your tongue swirling around to lick up the mess. The moment your mouth makes contact, his grip on your hair tightens further and he thrusts his hips up, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. You swallow around him, letting your tongue glide along his cock.

“Hah— So warm,” he groans, holding your head in place. “Fuck.”

You hum and he twitches, pushing more of himself into your mouth. You flinch back a little as you feel him deeper in your throat, but Hugo holds you steady against him, tugging at your hair when you flinch. “Be good and stay still. Don't worry, I'll make sure you remember what your job is since you seem so incapable of doing it on your own.”

You want to argue and tell him this is all his fault, but when the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat you gag, and forget what you were thinking about. Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut. One of your hands reaches down to press against the heat between your legs but Hugo grabs your hand and tugs it away.

“You don't get to touch yourself,” he breathes, thrusting up against your throat. “Sluts that can't even control themselves at work don't get to cum. Do you drool over every player that comes in here? Who else have you sucked off?”

You shake your head as much as you can with him still holding your hair, but his words only serve to make you hyper aware of the wetness between your legs. You watch as he reaches out, running one finger over the fabric of your leggings, right over where you want him most. The contact makes you gasp, hips twitching to get more pressure. He doesn't give you anything though, just pulls his hand back away and begins fucking into your throat in earnest.

His cock slides between your lips easily enough and you moan around him when he speeds up his movements, your nails digging into Hugo's thighs. Your own hips twitching up against nothing uselessly.

“Ah, shit. Taking it s–so well, ngh–” He gasps. You stay perfectly still for him, letting your tongue slide along his cock with each pass. He taps your cheek with one hand. “Gotta—Fuck! Gotta swallow it all, yeah? Wouldn't… Nhh… Wouldn't want you to be messy for the next guy, right?”

You throb at the idea of Loki of all people seeing you all messed up: your face smeared with Hugo's cum, your eyes watery and your throat sore. You moan around Hugo's cock at the thought and he huffs, speeding his movements up even more.

“You like that idea, huh? Knew you were a slut,” he gasps, his fingers twitching in your hair. He presses himself into your mouth as far as possible, switching his pace to shallow little thrusts that have your eyes rolling back. You feel his balls slap against you, feel his body tense up. “Ohh, fuck—. C–Cumming. Don't… Hah… Don't waste a drop.”

Your eyes fly open as you feel his cum in your mouth, each streak running down the back of your throat slowly. You swallow around him a few times, but despite your best efforts, a few drops still leak down your chin. Hugo holds you in place for a couple more seconds before pulling out. You cough, breathing heavy to get air back into your lungs. Your head is swimming, your panties are soaked and you can taste his cum on your tongue.

“Fuck me?” You ask, your voice raspy. You ignore the ache in the back of your throat and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. But just as he's about to answer, there's a knock on the door. You freeze, quickly standing straight and trying to fix the mess of your hair. You wipe at your smudged eyeliner just as Hugo tucks himself back into his pants. When the door opens, Loki walks in.

“Got an appointment at 1:00,” Loki says.

You nod your head. “Yes. We were just done here.”

Loki looks from you to Hugo and back, but says nothing. You wave a hand at Hugo to go and he leaves, throwing a peace sign in your direction and saying, “Until next time.”

You scowl at him. This is what you get for indulging him: your panties are sticky, you didn't even get to cum and your throat hurts. And you've still got… 6 hours of work left to do. Fuck my life, you think.

warnings: sex, dark romance, obsession, possessive, manipulation, soft sex, creampie, slight mirror sex, bondage, nipple play, thigh riding, orgasm control 

wc: 3.1k

disclaimer: this story contains dark themes, unhealthy relationship dynamics and criminal behavior. reader discretion is advised. please separate fiction from reality.

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵!

for the first few weeks, you had no idea who he really was. you didn't know about football at all so to you, hugo was just a sweet, lowkey guy who played in sports and always made time to visit you after his ‘practice’

one evening, while sitting by the seine river with some pastries, vivian casually dropped the news.

“so ... my match this weekend is pretty big” vivian murmured, kicking a small pebble into the water. “it's for the french national team.”

you froze, dropping your croissant. “wait— what?”

vivian let out a rare warm laugh, leaning in close. “i play football professionally. for france.”

“you never told me you played for the french national team? you only told me that you played it for fun”

you were completely stunned but he just found your shocked face adorable. from that day on, he started introducing you to his world. he patiently explained football strategies to you, drawing positions on napkins. explaining how winger movements worked, how playmakers read the pitch and what the referee could and couldn't penalize.

“a playmaker doesn't just react to the game” vivian explained softly one night, tracing patterns on the back of your hand. “he dictates where everyone else goes. he creates the space.” (unbeknownst to you, he was describing how he controlled his personal life too).

he invited you to watch him play at the stadium from a private box. seeing him on the pitch so calm, graceful and brilliant under pressure made your heart race. 

you fell deeply in love with him and he seemed utterly devoted to you.

unbeknownst to you, vivian used his massive wealth to secretly fund a full scholarship program at your university. he personally manipulated the board so that you received the full award. when you got the acceptance letter, you cried tears of joy and hugged him, thinking your hard work was paying off and your luck was turning around. vivian just held you tightly, smirking quietly against your hair.

whenever you felt overwhelmed by group projects or stressed about your classmates, vivian was always there to listen. but his advice subtly poisoned your mind.

“they're just using you for your sharp mind, chérie” hugo whispered sweetly one night, softly rubbing your back as you cried over an assignment. “they don't care about you like i do. nobody understands your tiredness except me. we're meant to complete each other ... it's our destiny.”

slowly, you pulled away from your university friends, depending entirely on vivian for emotional support, completely unaware that he was cutting off your safety nets one by one.

while he was out at training, you were looking for a spare notebook in his home office and accidentally stumbled upon a locked wooden box inside his desk. using a small key left in the pencil holder, you opened it.

inside was a thick folder labeled with your full name.

your blood ran cold. inside were detailed background checks, photos of you walking to class, your private university schedules and official letters. you found a document showing that vivian had secretly pulled strings to cancel your dream law internship at a top firm in paris.

when the front door clicked open and vivian walked in, taking off his jacket, you stood your ground. though your entire body was shaking with fury and fear.

“what the fuck is this, vivian?!” you demanded, throwing the files onto the coffee table. “this is stalker behavior! it's illegal! i can take this to court! i can ruin you for invasion of privacy!”

he didn't get mad. he didn't raise his voice. he walked over with a slow calm grace, his dark eyes completely unbothered.

“calm down, chérie” he said softly, sliding his hands into his pockets.

“bullshit don't tell me to calm down!” you yelled, tears spilling over. “i loved you! i trusted you! but y—you're a monster! w—why you have to this with me, vivian? whyyy?”

he let out a low quiet laugh, a soft chilling sound that made your stomach drop. he slowly reached into the folder and pulled out the original scholarship agreement you had signed months ago.

he pointed a long finger at the fine print hidden at the very bottom.

“did you read clause nine when you signed this?” he asked gently, his tone like a law professor quizzing a student. “by accepting the private educational grant from my foundation, you legally agreed to an exclusive personal management contract. my legal team drafted it. in exchange for your fully paid education, your career representation belongs to my private firm for the next ten years.”

you gasped, grabbing the paper. as your eyes scanned the complex french legal terms.

“you see?” he murmured, taking a slow step toward you. “you think your law books can protect you from me? i own the foundation that owns your degree. legally, logically and financially ... you are tied to me.”

all the years of studying laws, rights and justice meant absolutely nothing against his wealth and calculated obsession. you realized with absolute, suffocating terror that you could never win against him.

you stopped arguing. seeing that you had finally surrendered, vivian’s expression melted into pure, deep adoration. he closed the small distance between you and stepped up behind you.

he wrapped his strong, athletic arms around your waist, pulling your passive trembling body tightly against his chest. he rested his chin gently on your shoulder, breathing in the scent of your perfume.

“mon ange …” vivian whispered sweetly into your ear, his warm fingers tenderly caressing your face and stroking your hair. “you studied law to find justice ... but you forgot that in this life, my destiny makes the final call. from the very first second i bumped into your table at that cafe ... you were already mine.”

he felt your body go completely limp in his hold, your quiet surrender making his heart swell with absolute possessiveness. without other word, hugo slid one arm under your knees and effortlessly scooped you up into his arms.

you didn't fight back. you didn't scream. you just rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, calm beat of his heart as he carried your passive body away from the cold office and into his dimly lit master bedroom.

he laid you down gently onto the massive soft bed, his tall, athletic frame looming over you. the warm ambient lights caught the dark, intense hunger in his eyes.

“don't look at me with those sad eyes, chérie” he murmured against your jawline, his large warm hands slowly sliding up your waist, untucking your shirt with patience. “i am going to show you just how much i love you ... until you forget all about those useless law books.”

he leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted like possessiveness and absolute surrender. your hands hovered for a second before falling softly onto his broad shoulders, completely yielding to his touch as he claimed every inch of you, sealing your fate in the dark.

the mattress dips under vivian’s weight, the expensive egyptian cotton sheets feeling like a shroud beneath your back. he pulls back just enough to look at you. his eyes are dark, swirling with a mixture of hunger and a terrifying, serene satisfaction. he doesn't see your heartbreak as a tragedy. he sees it as a clearing of the brush, removing the distractions so you can finally see him.

“you're so quiet now” he whispers, his thumb tracing the line of your lower lip. “i prefer you like this. no arguing. just you and the truth of us.”

you swallow hard, your voice a brittle thread. “you fucking ruined me.”

he lets out a soft humming sound, a vibration you feel against your skin. “i saved you, chérie. i saved you from a world that would have chewed you up and spat you out. here, in this room you are the only thing that matters. you don't have to fight anymore. just let go.”

he reaches over to the nightstand, producing a length of black silk ribbon. the sight of it sends a jolt of primal fear through you but your limbs feel heavy, drained of the will to resist. he takes your wrists, his grip firm and athletic and brings them above your head. he winds the silk tight, knotting it to the heavy mahogany headboard with a clinical efficiency.

“v-vivian?” you whisper, though you aren't sure if you're asking him to stop or to finish the job of breaking you. 

“shh” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the pulse point in your neck. “i want you to feel every single second of what i'm doing to you.”

he moves down your body, his hands sliding under your shirt and pulling it over your head in one fluid motion. he tosses it aside, leaving you exposed under the warm amber glow of the lamps. his gaze lingers on your breasts, his eyes darkening. he reaches out, his large, calloused fingers pinching your nipple, twisting it slightly.

a gasp escapes your lips, a sharp sound that echoes in the quiet room.

“do you like that?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave. “does it feel good to be handled? to know that i can do whatever i want with this body because it belongs to me?”

“i ... i hate you mmf—” you moan, even as your chest heaves and your nipples harden into tight peaks under his touch. he chuckles, a low rumbling sound in his chest. he leans down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. the sensation is an electric shock, a sudden spike of pleasure that clashes violently with the despair in your heart. he uses his tongue to swirl around the areola before biting down gently, pulling the flesh. you arch your back, your wrists straining against the silk ribbons.

“lying to me won't help you, mon ange” he says, pulling away to look at you. “your body is telling me a completely different story. you're leaking for me already, aren't you?”

he slides his hand down, bypassing your waist to find the dampness between your thighs. he doesn't go slow. he pushes two fingers deep into your heat, a sudden intrusion that makes you cry out. the sound is wet, a squelching noise as he stirs the creaminess of your arousal.

“look at how wet you are” he murmurs, his voice thick with pride. “even while you're mourning your little career, your pussy is screaming for me. it knows who its master is.”

he withdraws his fingers and stands, stripping off his clothes with a focused intensity. when he stands before you, his body is a masterpiece of athletic precision broad shoulders, a tapered waist and a cock that is already fully erect, pulsing and thick. the sight of him is overwhelming a physical manifestation of the power he holds over you.

he doesn't enter you immediately. instead, he guides you toward the edge of the bed, untying your wrists only to move you toward the large, floor to ceiling mirror that reflects the entire room. he pushes you down onto your knees, forcing you to look at your own reflection flushed, trembling and utterly conquered.

“look at yourself, chérie” he commands, standing behind you. he reaches around, his hand gripping your throat lightly not enough to choke but enough to remind you of his strength. “see how beautiful you look when you've finally surrendered. this is the real you. not the lawyer. not the student. just my girl.”

he guides his cock to your entrance, the broad, blunt head rubbing against your clit. you whimper, your hips instinctively tilting back toward him. “please—” you sob. “please what, baby?”

 “vivian, please just— do it.”

“beg for it” he whispers into your ear, his breath hot. “tell me exactly what you want.”

“i want you ... i want you inside me” you gasp, your eyes locked on your reflection. “please, fuck me. i need it.”

he lets out a groan and thrusts forward in one powerful motion. he buries himself to the hilt, the force of the impact knocking the air out of your lungs. you scream a mixture of pain and an explosive, overwhelming release of tension. he is too large, stretching you to your absolute limit. 

the sound of the impact is a loud, wet slap of skin against skin. he begins to move, his pace slow and deliberate. each thrust is a statement of ownership a deep grinding motion that hits your cervix with bruising precision.

“you feel that? chérie” he grunts, his voice strained. “that's me claiming you. every inch.”

you reach back, your fingers digging into his muscular thighs, trying to find some anchor in the storm. “it's too much” you moan, your head tossing from side to side. “vivian, i can't— i'm going to …”

as you reach the limit, he suddenly pulls out. you freeze, a sob of frustration breaking from your throat. you are hovering on the edge, your body vibrating with the need for release, and he has just stolen it.

“no” you wail, reaching for him. “no, don't stop! put it back in! please!”

hugo stands back, watching you tremble. he looks completely composed, though his chest is heaving. “not yet. you don't get to come until i decide you've earned it. you're going to stay right here on the edge until you can't think of anything but the need to please me.”

he pushes you back onto the bed but this time, he flips you over. he pulls your legs back, draping them over his shoulders so you are completely open, your pussy exposed and pulsing. he begins to tease you, his thumb circling your clit with agonizing precision, while his other hand reaches inside to find the g-spot, rubbing it in a way that makes your vision blur.

“please, vivian! i'll do anything! just … let me come!” you beg, your voice cracking.

“anything?” he asks, a dark smile playing on his lips. “will you admit it? will you admit that you love being mine? that you prefer this cage to the world outside?”

“yes!” you scream, the desperation overriding everything. “yes, i love it! i'm yours! just please, let me finish!”

“good girl” he whispers, the praise hitting you like a physical blow. he enters you again but this time he doesn't go for depth. he stays, his cock rubbing against your most sensitive nerves, driving you into a frenzy. he picks up the pace, the sounds of the encounter filling the room the squelch of fluids, the heavy thud of the headboard against the wall, the desperate sounds of your breathing.

“now” he commands. "now you can have it."

he thrusts deep, hitting that sweet spot with a violence that shatters your remaining resolve. your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, a series of violent contractions that squeeze his cock tightly. you scream into the pillows, your entire body shaking, your mind finally going blank as the pleasure washes away the remnants of your grief.

but hugo isn't finished. as you are still reeling from the peak, he flips you over and pulls you on top of him. he guides you down, your thighs framing his hips. you sink onto him slowly, the sensation of him filling you again bringing a different kind of intensity.

you begin to ride him, your movements instinctive and hungry. you lean forward, your breasts brushing against his chest, your nipples grazing his skin. the movement is slower now, more intimate. you look into his eyes and see something there not just obsession but a genuine twisted devotion.

“i love you” he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips, guiding the rhythm. “would burn the whole city down just to keep you in this room.”

though you lean down to kiss him. the kiss is deep and messy, a desperate exchange of saliva and breath. you can feel his cock pulsing inside you, reaching its own limit. the pace quickens, the thigh riding becoming a frantic struggle for friction.

he grip on your hips tightens, his knuckles turning white. he lets out a low animalistic growl, his body tensing.

“i'm going to fill you” he gasps, his voice raw. “i'm going to leave everything inside you so you remember who you belong to every time you move.”

with one final devastating thrust, he slams deep into you, pinning you against him. he groans a long, guttural sound of release as he erupts inside you. you can feel the hot, thick jets of his seed hitting your cervix, filling your womb. it feels heavy, a warm flood that seals the contract he forced you to sign.

he stays buried inside you, his heart hammering against your chest, his breath ragged. you collapse onto him, your skin slick with sweat and lubrication, your bodies intertwined in a tangle of exhausted limbs.

for a long time, neither of you speaks. the only sound is the ticking of the clock and the slow return of your breathing. the silence isn't empty. it's heavy with the weight of your new reality.

slowly, vivian begins to move. he shifts, gently sliding out of you. a small amount of his seed leaks out, a creamy trail running down your thigh. he doesn't let you move away. he immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and rolling you over so you're cradled in his lap.

he reaches for a warm, damp cloth on the nightstand and begins to clean you.

“you did so well, mon ange” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “see? the world is so much simpler now. no more stress. no more fighting. just this.”

he pulls a soft, oversized silk robe over your shoulders, wrapping you in warmth. he carries you back to the center of the bed, tucking the duvet around you as if you were something fragile and precious.

“are you hungry?” he asks, his voice returning to that smooth, grounded tone from the cafe. “i'll have the chef make whatever you want. or maybe just some tea and quiet.”

you look up at him, your eyes vacant, the fire of the law student completely extinguished. you don't know if you love him or if you're just terrified of the void he created around you. but as he kisses your temple and holds you tight, you find yourself leaning into him.

“just stay” you whisper.

vivian smiles, a look of absolute victory. he settles in beside you, pulling you flush against his side, his hand resting possessively on your hip.

“i'm never leaving you” he promises. “and you're never leaving me.”

as he closes his eyes, you stare at the ceiling, realizing that the most terrifying part isn't that he trapped you it's that you no longer want to find the way out.

— vivian hugo, michael kaiser, itoshi sae, julian loki.

includes. gn!reader. fluff and lots of exasperation.

vivian hugo ☆

he doesn’t even blink.

hugo barely spares a second glance at whatever atrocities you toss into the cart. he has more than enough money to cover the cost, and if it’s for you, he doesn’t mind—even if you buy five of the same cleanser. the most expensive one, no less.

it gets so bad that some of the products start tumbling out, earning curious stares from the other customers. between the freeze-dried gummy bears, a decorative garden gnome, and a family pack of 24 toothbrushes, you start to think maybe you played yourself with this one…

“vivi,” you call, holding up a bottle he’s certain he restocked on last week. “what do you think? we’re running out.” he nods, letting you pile it onto the cart.

“…and this?”

“of course.”

“this?”

“whatever makes you happy.”

he’s so patient that you almost feel bad for trying to prank him.

“you know you can say no, right..? it’s a prank.”

he shakes his head fondly, looking at you like it wouldn’t have made a difference. “perhaps i should,” he says, “but i can't seem to say no to you, mon amour.”

michael kaiser ☆

he catches on as soon as you disappeared from his sight and returned with an arm full of junk.

his gaze drops to the life sized inflatable flamingo currently sticking out of the shopping cart before raising a brow at you.

“trying to bankrupt me, schatz?”

you smile innocently. “what? we need him.”

he hums before reaching over you to grab an unnecessarily expensive candle off the shelf. and then another. and the entire jewelry rack because why not? you stare, flabbergasted, as he manages to stack it all on top of each other, claiming it’d look nice on you.

eventually, you’re the one getting annoyed.

“you’re supposed to stop me,” you sigh.

kaiser smirks, leaning his weight against the cart that is now holding on for dear life. “please. you can do better than that. someone might think we’re broke.”

well, in that case…

itoshi sae ☆

no reaction. none at all.

you toss a pack of rubber ducks into the cart. nothing. ten tubes of skin care that you already have a collection of at home. not even a blink. a galaxy projector that’ll definitely break down after a week of use.

you end up having to break character to make sure he isn’t silently planning how to break up with you in the middle of a grocery store.

“…why aren’t you saying anything?”

he'd figured you were up to something the moment you doubled back to grab three different brands of instant ramen noodles despite insisting you were only here for milk.

he just found it more amusing to watch you scramble around from aisle to aisle to grab who knows what. by the end of it, you’re out of breath.

“finished?” he asks.

you nod, defeated. “…i’ll go put it back.”

julian loki ☆

okay, it was cute the first few times, but you were pushing it with the four family sized packs of dino nuggets. what was supposed to be a quick grocery trip turned into a thirty minute detour with various snacks filling the cart to the brim. he didn’t even know you liked half of these things. who the hell eats candy corn unironically?

“…mon coeur,” he begins carefully, eyeing the twenty pound bag of gummy bears, “are you certain we need these?” he’s trying not to let the amusement show on his face as you pull him into yet another aisle, already picking up an item that you definitely don’t need. at this point, he’s just waiting for the cart to overflow.

“they might run out of stock,” you insist.

“i admire your optimism, though i do wonder where all of this is supposed to fit,” he muses, shaking his head as he takes hold of the cart before the newest additions can spill onto the floor.

“that reminds me.. i left my wallet in the car. you don’t mind covering the cost, do you?”

your face drops.

with how fast you went to restock the shelves, loki almost mistook you for an employee.

// vivien hugo x fem!reader

syn: the france vs japan match of the group stage has just begun! you would be more excited if there wasn't a certain someone staring holes into you from all the way across the field...

wc: 945

notes: fem pronouns / no y/n used / ooc hugo / some spoilers if you havent reached this part of the manga yet /fluff / still miscommunication but no words are exchanged between them here LMAO / idiot2idiot communication / a little dramatic for no reason...

a/n: i did have a good laugh writing this just thinking about hugo trying to send vibes and reader getting absolutely None Of Them

previous series masterlist next

the long awaited france vs japan match was today, and you were feeling an extremely strong sense of dread.

funnily, the match itself wasn't your real source of dread. you should be more anxious about it, after all japan's world cup dreams hinge on their survival of the knockout stage, but all your feelings for it have been replaced by the fear of one man.

vivien hugo of france.

obsesión ₊˚⊹ᰔ

notes. hai i am kinda larping blue lock rn but bunny is just. so gorjus ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ also peep da aventura refs i love aventura mmm

꒰੭ . 𓈒 bunny loves gifting you things, you don’t even do anything just exist! he’s not the best at showing his affection but you can see he tries in the way he treats you.

꒰੭ . 𓈒 he’s such an asshole (affectionately) when it comes to teasing you, he’s much bigger than you so sometimes he’ll just randomly haul you over his shoulder and walk around the house while you yell at him to put you down!

꒰੭ . 𓈒 he has a private folder titled “mi corazoncito” full of pictures of you, nobody knows about it, not even you! and he doesn’t plan on telling you either. it’s a folder for him and him only.

꒰੭ . 𓈒 you don’t buy hoodies anymore, you constantly take bunny’s to the point you don’t need to buy any! he doesn’t mind though, he loves seeing you in his clothes, especially in public.

꒰੭ . 𓈒 you love sneaking up on bunny and trying to surprise attack him, (he pretends he doesn’t hear you coming up behind him) but right before you can make your move he turns around and picks you up! trapping you in his arms while he tickles you and mocks you for never being able to successfully attack him.

꒰੭ . 𓈒 his music taste is your music taste. whatever you like he likes even if he claims otherwise. and he’ll lie whenever someone asks about it, “oh i got this song on my recommended.” he’ll say with a straight face.

Happy Valentine’s to my muse tm. Genuinely haven’t drawn anybody but him for like six months straight.

Kaiser x Reader

-When Kaiser saw you wearing his jersey in public!

You didn't know anything about football. When you were visiting your family for the weekend, you accidentally spilled some juices on your shirt. Your brother, who was deeply obsessed with football, let you borrow his shirt.

You and your brother were walking down the streets. Your brother said that you should go first because he got a call from someone. So you went to stroll around the area as you waited for him.

Kaiser was with Ness walking behind you, and they immediately recognized the jersey.

Ness was nudging Kaiser from the side to get his attention. Kaiser raised a brow, and Ness excitedly pointed at you wearing "Kaiser 10."

'oh'

His lips curled up. He saw a fan on his day off.

"Should I call her to turn around?" Ness excitedly asked, ready to approach you. But Kaiser shushed him up and said that they should wait. You didn't turn around even after some time, and they lost hope.

Ness got an idea.

He asked Kaiser to pose behind you making sure that his jersey was proudly displayed, and he did a simple peace sign with his signature grin. He posted it with the caption "Hähä".

The comments were floated debating if you're unlucky that you didn't get to see Kaiser or how lucky you are to be breathing the same air as him.

Later that day your brother was scrolling through social media and came across his favorite player’s post. 

Your brother— the fanboy, immediately recognizes you and was practically calling you so lucky and asked if you met Kaiser. You said you didn't know the guy, and he was bitter about it.

“That should’ve been me!” He whined. You rolled your eyes at his reaction and didn’t give a shit about his whining.

He went on Twitter and said the full story, saying it was actually him that was the fan and not you.

The fans were invested, and the story went viral to the point that it reached Kaiser and Ness. The fans were like “he was a clown for being too cocky”, and a few even said “Bruh doesn’t even know him” or “Kaiser was actually the fan of the girl”.