𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 || 𝘛𝘞𝘚𝘛 𝘹 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘖𝘕𝘌-𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘛𝘚

Infectious Flirtation - Vil Schoenheit x Reader

{Slight spoilers for Ch.5.}

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"Spade! That is not  how you allure someone's attention! How do you expect to woo the crowd if you can't keep their eyes on you?" Vil's stern and impatient voice rang throughout the draft Ramshackle  dorms' lounge. 

"Huh!?- How am I supposed to keep the crowd's attention...? There's gonna be multiple people on stage... so why does it matter if only a few keep their eyes on me?" Your dear friend, Deuce, questioned the taller male timidly. 

A long, exaggerated sigh came out of Vil's moisturized and red-ish pink tinted lips. His long, slender fingers brushed a few strands of his lemony hair out of his face before he turned from Ace and over to you. Before you could say why, you felt those same fingers wrap themselves somewhat aggressively around your upper arm and be pulled to the center of the lounge. 

"This  is how, " Vil explained as he took force of your body, putting you into a frozen dance position while turning your head to face everyone in the room. 

"Keep your eyes on the crowd, make eye contact with some people every now and again if necessary. Draw their gaze into your body; strut! We're up against Neige Leblanche, people! As much as I hate to admit it, that cheery boy has an infectious charm to him, so, we'll have to counter that with our own Infectious Flirtation."

Another deep, but quick sigh left Vil's lips once more before he dismissed everyone from practice. They obviously still needed to work on themselves more, but Vil could see that no one else in the SCD competition could go any longer. Rook talked to his Roi du Poison for a brief moment to lightly scold Vil that the other temporary Ramshackle Dorm occupants differed in skill than the supermodel and would need more time, more penitence. 

You didn't want to intrude too much more on their conversation and tuned them out. Too bad that it would be your downfall, or should I say fortune? Because once again you felt those long, slender and somewhat cold fingers snake their way around your slumped posture. 

"Ah!- Vil...?-" You exclaimed, taken aback at the sudden friction. Vil had made a habit of touching and grabbing you whenever he  pleased, with your consent of course, and showing you off. 

"Fix your posture Prefect, I don't want to have to slump over you anymore than either of us find necessary, " Vil spoke softly, pulling your shoulders back into his chest and lightly nuzzled his nose into your neck. 

"Y'know Vil, you shouldn't stress yourself so much over this... I get that you want to be the victor here, and you'll need the help of everyone here to do that but... just, don't grow old because of it, okay?" You joked, reaching your hand to tangle itself in your lover's hair, pressing him into your warm skin a little further. 

Your new found lover stayed quiet, and just walked backward so that he could collapse into your couch. Though he was very strict, cold and distant with everyone else, Schoenheit had found that he could comfortably relax around you. While he loved to show you off (like he did when he used you to model for Deuce), he also loved to find somewhere secluded with you and just detox. 

Now leaning back into the sunken couch, Vil pulled you on top of him, switching up your position yet again so that now you lied chest to chest. Vil's long leg was in between both of yours, separating them slightly.  You sat up a bit, to where you were now sitting on his thigh, your hands on his hips. 

"My, my, Prefect. You dare to be so bold in an open area like this?" Vil teased, too sitting up so that he could rest his own hands on your hips.