#vil fluff

"Oh there are a lot of things I feel nervous about when it comes to my bare body." You laughed, finding Vil's question to be quite amusing. After all, who goes asking people about what they think of their own naked body?

A very self- conscious model apparently. Your very self-conscious model.

"Well first off," you stated matter-of-factly, "my thighs feel too urm big?"

"Your thighs definitely look very squishy, but I don't think it's necessary for you to just suddenly loose all that fat." Vil replied, his thumb prodding at his chin to show he was carefully picking his words. "In fact, they look so squishy I find it a little cute. Be careful, I might end up using your thighs as a pillow some day." He chuckled at his own joke, causing you to roll your eyes before letting out a chuckle of your own.

He probably would end up doing that though.

"Well moving on, I'm scared of my bare back, because I can't see it. Sevens know whether or not my back has some weird spots, or marks or whatever." You said shaking your head, not knowing whether you conveyed the message or not.

Vil just chuckled again. "Darling I hardly doubt that there could be anything weird there if you haven't done anything. Go on, what else?"

"…well again I am insecure about my thighs." You softly laughed, but he caught the way your eyes went from seeming amused to looking a little sad. Even if you were smiling, there was certainly something serious about this particular thing.

"Why so?"

"I happen… to have certain scars there." Came a meek, hesitant reply from your side.

Vil's could feel his breath hitch. He paused, then went over to the door and made sure it was locked before sitting down on a chair and urging you towards him.

Two steps forward, but you didn't go over to him.

"Love, can I ask you to strip?"

"Huh?"

His gaze didn't falter. Vil looked you in the eyes, not showing any hesitation.

"Isn't… isn't that a bit…"

"Please trust me."

You stared at him for 2 minutes, before hesitantly nodding and taking your clothes off, left only in your underclothes. He beckoned you over, patting his thighs. "Sit."

You spread your legs to wrap them around him when he stopped you. "Laterally, I just want to hold you."

You settled yourself between his legs as he held your hips to help you balance. After a moment of hesitation, you leaned into his chest, sighing at the warmth. Listening to his rapid heartbeat. The heart can really tell you how the person feels about the situation, no matter how calm you look.

Usually, looking at someone undress can turn people on. But despite the proximity between you both, Vil didn't seem even slightly aroused. You looked up to see him. He was looking down at you, holding you as gently as the gentle smile adorning his face.

When you looked comfortable enough, Vil let his hands roam your body. Using his index, he traced your hips, feeling it curve underneath his touch. He went lower to trace the underside of your thighs, before slowly moving upward until he he stopped at your scars. Slowly, he started circling them, humming in acknowledgement.

The bumps left behind by the cuts were already prominent visually, and now he could also feel them, physically and emotionally.

He sighed directly in your ear. "You don't have to tell me anything about them right now, though I do wish to know about it at one point. However, whether I know the reason behind why you did this or not, if you ever have the urge to do it again, just come to me yeah? I'd gladly postpone my shoots to comfort you."

You lifted your legs up to place them both at the edge of the chair, to which Vil responded by placing his hands between your thighs and calves, letting you curl into a ball in his lap.

You felt Vil sigh into your hair. "If I could move, I probably would've gotten you those oils on my table. Massages not only help relieve tension in muscles, but can also soothe your mind by calming you. All this while also making sure your skin is in good condition." He thread his fingers through your hair, combing it with one hand while still holding onto you with the other.

The warmth, the softness of his hand, the gentleness of his touch... all of it was so comforting.

Vil felt you shake a bit as you let out croaked sob. "If you want to cry, feel free to. We're in the comfort of my room after all." He held on tight. His hands alternated between threading through your hair and massaging your legs.

He shuffled a bit, before picking you up bridal style and laying you both down on his bed. His hands found your face, as he gently wiped a tear away with his thumb, his lavender eyes softly holding your gaze. Then you felt him pull you closer to him, allowing you to get comfortable in his warm embrace.

You’ve come to terms that Vil Schoenheit will always, always be a busy man. One who’s has several meetings, several photo shoots, several movie scenes, always moving and always working. Most of those things don’t pertain to you, you simply manage his wardrobe. He tells you the exact outfit needed and you have to prepare it. Make sure that his large walk in closet is organized and categorized correctly, that his clothes get washed perfectly and each item ironed. It’s a taxing job, always having to make sure he’s closet is in order when it seems he buys clothes every single day.

Today, is no different.

Your knees ache from resting on them, organized his multiple pairs of shoes, in alphabetical order, shoe type, and brand. Making sure each are visible and clean. You move easily, having done this job several times before, yet as your placing his newest pairs of heels on a low rack, you accidentally knock over a thick box. All the contents spilling out and scattering across the closet marble floor. Cursing under your breathe, you move to pick clean it all up, before your eyes land on a unfolded deep red lace material. You pick it up, completely unfolding it, it was a lingerie corset, with two flimsy satin straps.

You automatically check the size, and it matches with Vil’s. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, staring from the corset to the other items. Black garter belts, sheer black stockings, and lacy panties. You knew that Vil had not problem wearing women’s clothing, but to this extent.

You nearly jump out your skin when you hear a familiar voice clearing their throat. Your neck nearly snapping to look at your boss, towering over you with a deep scowl. No words need to be exchanged, simply giving a ‘what on earth are you doing in my stuff’, he’s still clearly on the phone and makes no effort you speak, only ordering you to clean it up with a wave of his finger and leaving his closet speaking to his manager.

You wish you could say that was the last time. But it wasn’t.

From a simple accidental secret to now, a weird common occurrence. Him making no effort to his newest shopping habit. Always making sure you knew how to clean them and maintain his new collect of lingerie. It was embarrassing, the mere thought of Vil trying on the clothes in private, right before bed to do lords knows what.

He calls your name, sending your flying from your thoughts as your stare blankly at his collections of shirts. Having been trying to put on the same button up on the same hanger for the last 10 minutes. You glance at your watch, it’s late, only 9pm and you’ve spent the majority of your day organizing. You hang the shirt up and stiffen a yawn, slipping out the closet into Vil’s bedroom. You don’t look in his direction, blindly answering him as your stack your arms with more shirts that need to be hung up.

“You agree that this looks well.”

“That wha—” Youre voice trails off, staring wide at through the large floor length mirror. Dressed in a lacy deep purple once peice, that clipped at the base of his neck and revealed the entirety of his back, stopping right above his ass. With long thigh length stockings, with frilly skin tight ends that dug lightly into his flesh, kept up by black garter belts that wrapped around his waist. His hair is down, grazing lightly over his shoulders, with a stray stand resting across his face. You’re sure it was purposeful.

“Well?” He turns to face you, waiting for you to answer, and when you can’t find the words, but also can’t look away he takes it as a good sign. “That’s all. You can finish up.” A lazy dismissal as he fiddles with his outfit, making adjustments as your waddle back into the closet.

How are you supposed to work after that.

You don’t.

That’s the answer you settle with, face burning as your try and focus on the straps along his ankles, he seemed lost in thought, leaning against his cushioned chair, with his black heel dig into your thigh as your fingers grazed against his ankles, fixing and adjusting the small silver buckles. You feel like fainitng, even as his own personal fashion, closet caretaker, whatever your damn job is, it has never been this—intimate. Sometimes your do the rare back zipper, maybe do his buttons while he’s focused on something else. But.. to be kneeling before him. You keep your head down, hands dropping your side, mummering a soft ‘done’. Vil doesn’t respond. Merely clicking his tongue, using the toe of his heel to lift your chin, gently forcing your you to look up at him.

“I don’t like when you mumble. Speak clearly.” A shiver runs down your spine, suddenly hyper aware of your own breathe as Vil leans back, hands gently resting along the arms of his hair, and legs crossed, a silk robe covering his body, but loose around his shoulders, revealing his collarbone and a portion of his chest, and with his legs crossed, you could see his bare thighs amd where it meets the skin tight black lingerie. Your eyes shift back to his, and he told his head. Waiting for you to speak.

“I’m done.”

Your voice is shaky, and you feel his shoe leave behind a searing touch as he moves away, ushering you up as he stands. Leading you towards his mirror, his hands gliding over your lower back to where you stood infront of him. Hands clasped together and trying to keep your breathing under control, he stands slightly behind you, eyes moving over your form, inspecting you, before deciding he liked whatever he saw. “I’m certain you’d look amazing in red and black, maybe white,” He’s speaking to himself, his elegant fingers graze over your arms, before moving to place them on your waist, the edges of his fingers, pulling at the ends of your shirt, slipping beneath it.

“Maybe a more natural purple?” There’s a teasing edge, and your sure he doesn’t mean any piece of clothing in his extensive wardrobe. You hold back a hot gasp, eyes flutter as he creeps higher, before resting on your chest. “Is that alright.”

…. Of course it is.

If it’s more of a stranger/random people on campus. He’ll get caught off guard and he won’t run after you or pull you back, he’ll just glare at your retreating, smirking form and will pounce on you some other time, probably when you’re at the greenhouse and it’s just the two of you.

If it’s in front of someone he kind of knows, like Riddle, Azul, Vil and so on (say, like a dorm leaders meeting of some sort) he’s gunna pretend nothing happened and he’ll cross his arms over his chest with a small sigh. (not like anyone would dare say anything. Probably Kalim/Lilia would be the only possible one who would comment about the stolen kiss.)

In all honesty he’s probably a little proud to show off that he has someone like you.

Leona’s reaction will differ depending on others’ reactions, so if Lilia mischievously says something like “Oh? Didn’t know Mr. Kingscholar had a lover,” Leona would probably take it in stride plus insult someone/something. “What? Want me to introduce ‘em next time? ‘Least then these meetings would actually be useful and interesting,”

If Kalim says something like “Oh! They seem like a fun person!” With that grin of his, Leona will probably grumble an insult under his breath. “...and a handful,” 

Ultimately, though, the next moment he finds you he’ll definitely punish you for doing that and “teach” you some proper kissing technique.

“Think you can get away with that, herbivore? I don’t accept half-assed kisses,”

Vil Schoenheit

Will also react differently if it’s in front of different people.

In front of Rook, Vil will call out after you when you run away. “Y/N I’ve taught you better than to give me that kind of ungraceful kiss,” (is salty that it wasn’t a proper kiss but is not going to run after you,)

In front of Epel, Vil will likely catch your wrist before you run away and showcase his role model-ish side. “Sweetheart that’s not the type of kiss you’d like to show Epel, I don’t think. Let’s show him a proper and beautiful one, shall we?” 

Poor Epel.

In front of random people he doesn’t know, Vil prefers to keep his image to the stoic-I-seem-like-I-only-care-for-myself thing. 

So when you kiss him in public and run away, he’ll always be surprised. Will always open his mouth to say something but realize you’re too far already and he’s NOT going to shout in public, so he shuts his mouth and lets you go. Trying not to glare at your retreating form.

If people are going to look at him, they should look at him because of how dazzling he is, not because he was shouting at his S/O to come back and give him a proper kiss. 

In front of the other dorm leaders, despite having an image that he only cares about himself and his beauty (which isn’t true btw) he’s actually more open than Leona to showing you off.

So when you kiss him and try to run off before the dorm leader meeting starts he’ll try to pull you back and give you a secret smile before returning to his usual persona when facing the other dorm leaders. 

He’s gunna sound like he’s only talking to you but he’s actually subtly showing you off. “My dear it’s rude not to introduce yourself in front of an audience,” (he actually takes this seriously, image and manners is important to him) 

So you end up introducing yourself in front of all the dorm leaders joke’s on you