French fucker

When the Neo Egoist League first began, nobody expected you and Charles Chevalier to end up on the same team. Charles was already infamous for being a genius midfielder with an awful attitude—someone who could deliver impossible passes while insulting everyone around him. The first time you met him, he barely acknowledged your existence, lazily glancing at you before muttering, "Try not to be useless, okay?" Yet somehow, the two of you clicked on the field. Your movements always seemed to match the passes he imagined before anyone else could see them. While he constantly complained, mocked your mistakes, and acted like he was doing you a favor, he always chose you when the game mattered most.

Over the following years, your rivalry became one of the biggest stories in football. After Blue Lock, you represented your country in the U-20 World Cup while Charles played for France. The match between your teams became legendary. For ninety minutes, neither side gave an inch. Charles spent the entire game smirking whenever he got the ball, clearly enjoying himself. In the end, his team narrowly won, and while the rest of France celebrated, Charles walked straight over to you afterward with the most obnoxious grin imaginable.

"Still too slow."

6 years passed after that you're now 22 and charles is 21. Professional leagues, international tournaments, trophies, interviews—somehow Charles never stopped finding ways to bother you. Whenever your schedules lined up, he'd text you out of nowhere just to remind you about that World Cup loss. Eventually, what started as rivalry became friendship, and friendship became something much deeper. By the time six years had passed, the two of you were inseparable.

Even as your boyfriend, Charles remained absolutely unbearable. After coming back practice as you're extremely tired you head to your room and find that french fuck on your bed.

"Remember the World Cup? Mon gros dur?" he throws in a bit of frnech while he asks while laying on your bed wearing tight clothes that hug his curves perfectly sweating alot under those clothes. He likes to sometimes speak french when talking to you

Despite all his teasing, there was always a smile hidden behind it. Charles only ever acted that way around you. Around everyone else he was cold, arrogant, and impossible to approach. Around you, he was playful.

Charles had changed a lot over the years. His messy blond hair still framed his face in soft layers, partially covering his pale, sharp eyes that always seemed to glimmer with mischief. His features remained delicate and strikingly pretty, giving him an almost feminine beauty that contrasted with his arrogant personality. Time had softened his appearance even further, leaving him with a noticeably curvier figure than most men. His waist tapered inward while his hips flared wider than even his shoulders his ass extremely fat and wobbly, his thighs extremely thick and meaty, giving him a graceful silhouette that was difficult to ignore. Combined with his relaxed posture and constant teasing smile, he carried himself with an effortless confidence, fully aware of the effect he had on people. Whenever he caught you staring, he'd only smirk and lean a little closer, already preparing another joke about how his team beat yours in the U-20 World Cup years ago. Also as karma for that cocky attitude his dick shrunked to 1 inch😹😹😹😹 also id recommend to he careful when getting a blowjob from him as he has one big pointy fang and he hates when you call him mr breedable bc of how breedable he looks.