#i DEFINATELY sprained my right hip.

[coffee-bat]

hi not to vent again but you ever been so overwhelmingly injured that you actually feel like crying

[elfwoodfae]

“Slow” Harrison Eo Wells x reader

Author’s note: This is pure smut no plot or anything, thank you so much to @harrisonwellsisdaddy for giving this wings and to everyone in discord who feeds the thirst trap.

WARNING: Smut. Please don’t read if under 18.

Gif credits to the owner, I found this one on google.

Rain poured from the sky as he carried you, speeding you to a safe place. It had gone horribly wrong. The plan was for you to leave before he had let the meta-human out of the cell, but of course you had come back and had ended up caught up in the mix. Luckily it was a minor injury, a sprained wrist from being thrown against a wall, but even if you were some sort of an inconvenience, it was on him that you had gotten hurt.

You were still jittery and nervous around him, ever since finding out who he really was. Obviously he had threatened you to shut your mouth up but even as he hated to admit it the look of terror and the tears in your eyes that day had touched him. Before you had found out about him, you had gone on a date, the two of you. He didn’t want to, he tried to shrug you off but you were so persistent and so sweet to him that he had ended up agreeing, there had been sexual tension between both of you, with you always admiring who Harrison Wells was and him being alone for so long and trying to keep you on check had made him grow fond of you. Of course all of that went to hell when you discovered him.

Once he made it through the door with you in his arms he laid you in his sofa, you were soaking wet and he was trying to check your injury. After wrapping your wrist up you had tried to leave, but he wasn’t having it, you were to stay put until that meta-human was caught again.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked as he observed you.

“Since you are planning to keep me here, can I please have a shower? I am cold and uncomfortable.” You told him, avoiding his gaze as you had done since finding out.

Guiding you to the very luxurious bathroom, he handed you a black sweater of his to wear while your clothes dried. His bathroom was huge, a glass panel shower and very extravagant mirror on the walls. He probably loved looking at himself.

After getting cleaned up and drying yourself you grabbed the sweater. It was long enough to cover your ass and fall right before your knees, and loose enough to be comfortable. Opening the door he was right in front of it, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

He took you in, the way his clothes fitted you, your bare legs and the way your checks warmed up. Guiding you back to the sofa he reapplied the bandage to your arm, he sat in the end of the sofa, while you laid across it, the fireplace was lighted up to warm you up. Your feet grazed his lap and by instinct you tried to retract them away from him but he was faster and grabbed them, moving them over his lap while looking at the fire, his expression unreadable.

Out of boredom his fingers started caressing your leg, rubbing up and down, never going farther away than your knee. Turning on your back so you could look at him you spoke for the first time in a while without him having to prompt you.

“I wish I hadn’t found out, I am sure we could have been great together, I wanted it to work so bad.”

“I wish you hadn’t either. I didn’t want you, I didn’t want to go out with you, I knew it would only complicate things. But you were so pushy, so sweet and I couldn’t refuse you.” He said still looking at the fire.

“You weren’t supposed to find out like this. Ever since that date we had you became stuck in my mind, I would observe you, wondering how I could have allowed you to screw up my plans so easily.” He finished.

“I always wondered what it would have felt like to kiss you.” In a moment of bravery you admitted. “I wondered how soft your hair was, or how you smelled, but none of that matters now.” You finish looking away to the fire.

Why did you had to tell him that, it was stupid to admit now, suddenly shame came over you and you wished you could just crawl under a bed and hide. Even if he was evil and twisted you still liked him, he still made you nervous and jittery.

His eyes trailed to your form, taking in the way your head was looking to the side, you jawline defined with the light of the fire and your neck exposed as your chest fell and rose softly. He moved your legs out of the way, and as if by instinct, as if a force beyond himself was moving him by command he started to crawl over you. Your head snapped in his direction as your knee lifted up to his abdomen to stop him out of nerves, forgetting that there was no underwear under your shirt. His eyes flickered for half a second down as a smirk played on his lips. Quickly you pushed the sweater down again in case anything had been revealed.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him warily.

“What does it seem like I’m doing?” He replied, moving his hands up your knee to grab it and move it to the side.

His arms came at either side of your head, the space cramped in the sofa. He wasn’t thinking straight and neither were you, but as you looked into his eyes and yours flickered to his lips only one thought crossed your mind.

He moved his lips to yours, softly, tasting you and seeing if you would push him away. Breaking the kiss he moved back, only for your hand to shoot up to his hair and bring him back down again. Kissing him deeply this time, he ran his tongue flat against your lips, asking you to open your mouth. He tasted all of you, exploring you, while his hand rested on your thighs. His lips moved to your jawline, kissing and moving down your neck, leaving love marks and sucking on the skin, making you moan while he bit into it, rubbing his tongue over it after.

He was making you a moaning mess under him, your skin was warm and the way it tasted was driving him insane. He wanted to touch more of you, to feel you. But the moment his hands moved up your thighs his body couldn’t contain the excitement anymore, making him vibrate all of him like the first time he had become a speedster, every cell in his body too excited to be contained, his eyes illuminated red for a second at the same time thunder roared through the sky, making you open your eyes and push your hand against his chest, your heart beating out of your chest.

He was moving too fast, your mind had been able to trick you into thinking that this was the man you knew but the moment he vibrated and his eyes illuminated you were aware who he really was, what he represented and what he could do.

“I’m sorry I just,” you didn’t even know why you were apologizing, but you didn’t want to push him away. You just needed him to go slower.

“Can you,” you swallowed avoiding his eyes. “Can you just take it slower?” You finished while avoiding his eyes.

“Are you sure?” He was making sure you were okay with this, he could be a lot of things but he would never force you into something you didn’t want.

“Yes I am, I am just nervous, I honestly never thought this situation would happen.” You continued and to prove him you were serious you slowly moved his head back down to kiss him.

The hand on your thigh remained still while his lips kissed you softly, moving slowly down your neck again, kissing and nipping at the skin. His other hand tangled in your hair while his forearm held him up over you. He ran his tongue up your neck to your ear, biting the earlobe softly, making you squirm under him and moan at the feeling. He took his time working you to relax, kissing your lips, your neck, making you forget what plagued your mind.

Your hands moved over his abdomen to the hem of his shirt, running them under you could feel his skin, the muscles of his abdomen tensing up at the effort of holding him up. You grabbed on the hem of it and moved it up his body, signaling for him to take it off. He lifted himself momentarily off of you and removed it, moving back down to kiss you, when his mouth left yours and he moved to your neck you opened your eyes to admire his shoulder and his back, from this angle you could see the curve of his ass through his pants.

Your hands ran down his back, feeling his skins, his muscles, while the hand on your thigh started to move up, slowly as he worked harder on your neck. His fingers felt the softness of your skin, moving higher until they reached your hip. Once his fingers grazed over your hip bone, the realization that you didn’t have any underwear on made his cock twitch in his pants as a growl escaped him against your skin. His hand moved up the side of your stomach, until it reached your breast, squeezing it softly and grinding his hips into you out of pure need to feel you, to get some relief. He was making you a mess but he was a mess himself, desperate for some friction.

His hand moved back down, grabbing the hem of the sweater and lifting it over your body, exposing you completely to him. He threw the piece of clothe somewhere behind you and moving back down to kiss you, his mouth running lower to your breast, kissing the soft skin of one while his hand caressed the other, you were so soft, so delicious. He was going to explode in his pants if he didn’t go inside of you soon.

Your hands found the button of his pants, opening them slowly. His hand helped yours to remove his pants, getting his briefs out of the way too letting his cock free. He kissed you while his hand moved to your thigh, running up to your ass, squeezing it roughly and opening your leg to fit himself in between, he was too desperate to wait much longer, his hand moving down to feel you, the moment his fingers grazed your entrance and felt how wet you were he almost came.

Moving his cock to your entrance he moved it through your folds, letting you soak his head before he positioned it against your entrance, pushing slowly to let you adjust since he hadn’t stretched you beforehand with his fingers. When he was halfway inside he broke the kiss, growling into your mouth at the way you squeezed him, making his whole self vibrate of pure pleasure.

Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders, scratching down his back when he was fully inside of you, scratching him down while you took a moment to adjust to his size. He started moving slowly, going almost all the way out before thrusting back in again, making you moan and move your head back, he felt so good and full. His hand found your leg and he hooked it over his hip, giving him a better angle to enter you.

His hand rested on your waist, holding you in place while you squirmed under him, his half lidded eyes taking in your face as you moaned for him, it was taking all of him not to snap his hips against yours at full speed and fuck you into oblivion, he shouldn’t want to come this fast into it but you were maddening him. He moved to your neck, kissing you and marking your skin, making you get closer, while he speeded up his movement, holding your leg higher up his hip and squeezing it harshly. His body started to vibrate, not being able to contain the excitement of his fast approaching orgasm and every time his hips connected to yours the vibrations would go straight to your clit, making you arch your back into him. You were close, so close, feeling the knot tightening up in your stomach.

He felt himself about to come, moving deeper as his hip connected to yours, feeling you tighten around him as your orgasm hit you, making him feel impossibly tight. His hand moved to your chin, keeping you in place as he watched you come, your eyes half lidded staring into his red glowing eyes as he tried to keep his face from breaking down while he came, failing miserably as he came deep inside of you, closing his eyes and opening his mouth while throwing his head back.

Once out of your high he switched you, letting you lay on top of him while he played with your back, both of you looking at the fire while you grew sleepy, soon falling asleep on his chest.

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OPERATION: Find The Kids!

Bravo Team x Reader

A/N okay so I saw a TikTok yesterday and this gave me the idea for the chaotic fic you are about to read. Seven tier one navy seals looking after four kids. What could go wrong? So I give you nearly 2k words of utter chaos. Trying to keep track of what 11 people are doing is stressful 😂

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Sipping on your coffee, you ran your hand over your face as you try to finish off the paperwork from the last deployment. You tried to get this done in your home office but it was no good when your house was used as base when the boys were home. Or as Metal kept putting it “the home of Bravo” but it did make your life easier meaning you didn’t have to worry about finding a sitter at short notice as you had at least one of the boys crashing at yours for whatever reason.

And at the moment it was a godsend, especially as you were looking after your Brother’s triplets whilst he was going through the divorce. But having four kids under the age of 7 in the house was chaos, but you lived around big kids all the time so you could just about cope.

“Guys, someone has to take the boss some coffee,” Clay said, as he placed the plate of toast in the middle of the kitchen table. “And to swipe the walkies.”

Everyone fell silent. That silent you could hear a pin drop.

“Oh hell no,” Sonny said, breaking the silence. “You know how she gets when she’s doing the reports. And it was your idea Blondielocks, so you should do it.”

“No way,” Clay exclaimed, “I value my life thank you. “

“Guys let’s settle this like adults,” Metal said, with a serious look on his face. “Rock, paper, scissors. We go around the group and do it as a knock out style thing and whoever is left standing has to take the boss some coffee and swipe the walkies.”

So that's how it was decided that Sonny was the one to go into the lion's den, armed with coffee and breakfast to hopefully make things go smoothly.

“Quinn, I see you.” You said not looking away from your screen.

“How the fuck?” He muttered, “I swear you have eyes in the back of your head.”

“You have to when you look after children,” you laughed, “now I’m busy so what do you want?”

“We know you left without breakfast so I thought I’d bring you some,” he shrugged, placing the food and coffee on the table.

“I don’t buy it,” you said, raising your brow at him. “You are up to something.”

“Nope, just bringing the boss coffee.” He grinned, he had already swiped the walkies and needed to get out of here. “You have a good day, and don’t worry about anything, we have it all under control.”

“That’s what makes me worry Quinn,” you glared. “Just don’t burn my house down and don’t lose a child. That’s all I ask.”

“Hard copy, boss.” He nodded before leaving the room.

“Mission success boys,” Sonny shouted walking back into the house, “Oh and final words from the boss were don't set the house on fire and don’t lose a child but she had no idea I swiped the walkies.”

“Well then, time to gear up boys,” Jase said, slapping his legs as he stood up. “Kids have requested we wear our camo bottoms so hurry up we head out at 0900.”

Twenty minutes had passed and everyone was gathered in the living room.

“Right, let's just run through this one more time,” Clay said looking at the list on his phone.

“First aid kit”

“Check”

“Snacks”

“Check”

“Drinks”

“Check”

“Sun cream”

“Check”

“Kids dressed”

“Check”

“All walkies on the same station”

“Check”

“Well boys I think we are ready,” Trent nodded, “So Brock has Cerb and Pepper, I’ve got the bag, so the rest of you get to keep an eye on the kids.”

Your daughter, Riley instantly clung onto Clay like a koala bear, your nephew Joey gravitated to Metal, Sonny scooped up your niece, Amber and Ray took your other Niece, Lola.

“Let’s hit the park,” Jase nodded, leading everyone out the house.

“What could go wrong,” Sonny laughed. “It’s not like we are gonna lose any of them. There’s four of them and seven of us.”

“Don’t say that, you idiot,” Metal said, hitting Sonny around the back of the head. “Don't jinx things, now If things go south it’s your fault.”

“Anyone got have eyes on HVT one?” Jase asked down the walkie, as he scanned the park.

“HVT one is south moving toward the tyre swing,” Metal replied, “I’ve lost eyes on HVT two.”

“I’ve got eyes on HVT two, she is in need of refilling. Lure her back to base Three,” Clay said, as he squinted from the sun.

“Copy six,” Sonny called, as he calmly headed for Amber, who thought this was the best game in the world as her Uncle Sonny chased her. “HVT two inbound,”

“My eyes are peeled,” Jase laughed, as he spotted Amber running towards him.

“For the love of god don’t forget the suncream.” Ray responded.

“Copy that,” Jase said, routing around the bag for supplies. He literally only took his eyes off her for two seconds but by the time he looked up she was gone. “All call signs I have lost eyes on HVT two. I repeat I have lost eyes on HVT two.”

“I don’t have HVT three or four,” Brock sighed “They just vanished.”

“Is HVT one still at the tyre swing?” Ray asked.

“Fuck, she’s gone to.” Metal cursed.

“Guys we fucked up, boss is gonna kill us if we don’t come home with a full head count.” Ray breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Three you know this is your fault,” Metal growled.

“How is it my fault?” Sonny snapped. “You're the one meant to be watching HVT One.”

“You jinxed things, idiot,” Metal huffed, “Told you this would happen.”

“Guys, stop fighting,” Jase sighed, “Look just everyone reconvene at base and we put a plan together, they can’t have gone far.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you knew Sonny was up to something when he came in this morning but the big idiot forgot to pick up all the walkies meaning you could hear everything.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you messed with the station trying to get a clearer sound. You wanted to see how this would play out, they all sounded pretty panicked but they should be. One of the rules was they could do whatever, go wherever but just don’t lose anyone.

“You okay Y/L/N?” Eric asked coming into the briefing room with some fresh coffee.

“Define okay when the boys are looking after the tribe today, Sonny managed to swipe the walkies and now somehow they have managed to lose all four kids at the park,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Well at least they had the sense to get the walkies I suppose,” Eric laughed, “you know they will have a full head count by the end of the day, they won’t leave until they do.”

“I know,” you laughed, “but I’m gonna get them back.”

“How the fuck have we managed to lose four kids,” Clay said running his hand over his face. “I don’t get it,”

“Because children like to fucking run off,” Jase snapped. “Look, we don’t need to go into how it happened, it happened. Let’s just work the problem and get these kids back before we all get brutally killed. Operation find the kids is a go.”

“Riley likes water right?” Trent asked.

“Yeah, she’s a proper water baby, why do you ask?” Clay questioned.

“She might have gone towards the lake.” Trent nodded.

“Right, Clay and Brock head to the lake and try to get Riley. We all know you are her favourite Uncle Clay so she might actually come back to you.” Ray said, making a call. “We divide and conquer boys.”

“Copy,” Brock and Clay nodded, before running off in the direction of the lake.

“What about Joey?” Trent asked.

“The woods definitely,” Jase nodded.

“I’m on it,” Metal nodded before disappearing.

“Okay so that leaves Amber and Lola.” Jase said.

“Fuck I have no idea,” Ray sighed. “They are both so quiet.”

“We are just gonna have to split up.” Sonny said, “we will find them.”

Two hours had passed and everyone apart from Brock and Clay were back at base. Three out of the four kids had been located and now sitting on the grass with Metal eatting some cookies.

“I’m gonna need a medic,” Clay said, his voice full of panic and cry’s could be heard in the background.

“How far out are you?” Jase replied.

“About 5 mikes,” Brock replied.

Clay looked down at Riley in his arms, she was screaming and the tears kept coming.

“Hey Riley-roo, it’s okay, Uncle Clay has got you. You are gonna be okay.” Clay cooed trying to calm down his god daughter.

“What’s the sitrep?” Trent asked.

“Not sure if it’s a broken wrist or just a sprain. She fell pretty hard on it whilst running.” Clay sighed down the walkie. “It’s official boys, we are dead meat when the boss gets home.”

The house was quiet when you got home, far too quiet. The only sound was the hum from the TV but even that was on low volume. Quickly glancing in the kitchen you rolled your eyes at the state of it. It looked like a bomb had gone off. There were plates and mugs everywhere along with McDonald’s discarded wrappers.

Quietly you walked into the living room to see all the kids awake and all the boys fast asleep on the sofas. Riley was tucked under Clay’s arms, Joey was laying across Metal and Brock, Amber was sat in between Jase’s legs and Lola was tucked under Ray’s arms.

“Mummy” Riley grinned as she saw you. “Look what I got,” she giggled, waving her casted wrist in the air.

“What happened baby?” You asked, crouching down to her level.

“I tripped and broke my wrist.” She pouted, “But Uncle Clay took me to the hospital.”

“Well it looks like you all wore your Uncles out today,” you laughed, “but just cover your ears for me kiddos.”

Once they all covered their ears with their hands, you pushed yourself to your feet.

“Wake up you lazy shits!” You shouted, startling them all awake. “Did we have a good day?” You asked playing dumb.

“Yeah it was amazing,” Jase nodded. “We went to the park.”

“So you did lose any of the kids?” You asked, placing your hand on your hip.

“Nope,” Clay said, with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Well can someone explain this?” You said, pressing play on the recording.

The whole room fell quiet as they heard the conversation playback from early.

“So wanna change your answer boys?” You glared. “I only have two rules and you fucking broke one of them. And my daughter has a bloody broken arm!”

“Sorry, boss.” Sonny mumbled, not making eye contact.

“You better be you idiots,” you laughed, “At least you came home with a full head count. Now Clay move, you are in my seat.”

Once Clay had moved, you settled down in your spot.

“Oh and another thing, I’ve had a long ass day typing up all the incident reports from J-Bad, I swear your band list gets longer each deployment,” you laughed, “but I’m not happy about the state of my kitchen so you can all get in there and sort it out.”

“Yes, boss.” They all said, making you smirk. Not many people could make Bravo team sulk off with their tail between their legs but you could and it always made you laugh.

“And someone make me a bloody coffee, because I am not moving off this sofa for the rest of the night”

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[haikyuu-sickfics]

Vomit warning!

I feel bad about how poorly written my first Suna centric fic was so heres attempt #2

First it was Atsumu who came down with the horrible bug.  Though, thanks to his whiny nature, the abnormality in his condition was noticed quickly by his family. The early detection of the ailment allowed for him to not leave the house and spread his illness throughout the school- or worse his team.

This plan had one weak spot though.

That weak spot had a name, and a position on the volleyball team the Miya's tried so hard to keep healthy.

Though they struck luck, in a way.  Thanks to Osamu's reserved nature, it seemed that no one on the team was at risk of contagion.

No one but the only person closer to Osamu than Atsumu.

Rintarou.

The two were practically joined at the hip, if one of them was having a bad day- they both were.  If one of them sprained their ankle, magically the other did as well.  And, obviously, if one of them got sick, the other would definately catch it.

But they didn't get sick, one of the pros of being an observer and not a engager- like Atsumu.

"If ya got me sick I swear to everything I'm gonna pummel yer head in," Osamu threatened as his dull headache throbbed on the walk to school.

"Okay lemme just," Atsumu pursed his lips and sucked in as though a straw was in his mouth.

"The fuck was that?"

"Oh I'm just sucking all the sickness out of you because appearantly I can control where that shit goes," Atsumu sassed.

His attitude dropped quickly after recieving a knock on the head by his twin.

"The hell was that for?"

"You had immunity while you were sick, I've been holding that in for so damn long."

Atsumu pouted, absentmindedly rubbing the sore spot on his head and distancing himself a bit from his walking partner.

Todays walk to school felt significantly longer and more treacherous today, the suns rays beating down harder than they ever had, enveloping Osamu into a sweaty unwanted hug and injecting grogginess into his every movement.

Atsumu didn't point out Osamu's slow movements, fear of another rutheless attack providing more than enough restraint.

The sight of the schools familiar architechture proved a very welcomed sight to the both of them.  Atsumu waved goodbye before hurrying to join his group of friends, desperate to get away from his twin.

Osamu mumbled some line about his brothers rudeness before beginning the search for Rintarou.

They usually met up outside of their shared class, but Osamu wished to talk with him earlier.  As much as he disliked falling behind in work, there was no way he would be able to make it through a full day of school.  Having the same train of thought as Osamu, Rintarou was pacing to the left of the enterance, slender eyes scanning for the formers familiar presence.

Once the two caught eye contact they quickly walked up to eachother.

"Where did you say your brother has been?" Rintarou question immediately.

"Stomach bug," Osamu replied sullenly, knowing where this conversation was headed.

"Ok and did he sleep on the couch or something?"

"Nope, he stayed in our room because the couch was 'too hot,'" he surrounded the last bit with air quotes.

"So do you think-"

"That I caught it?  Yes," Osamu knew enough about his body to know that the bubbling sensation in his stomach was a sign of some sort of ailment.

"So it's contagious," Rintarou confirmed.

"Mhm."

Rintarou groaned, burying his face in his hands.  The moment he woke up with nausea pummeling down on him, his subconsious knew what had happened.  But it took Osamu strengthening his theory to make him sure

"So... are you going to school today?  Maybe you should stay home, I could walk you and make sure you get there safe," Rintarou hid his own eagerness to skip school by masking it with Osamu's.

"Yea okay."

Smiling inwardly at this small victory, Rintarou began the familiar trek to the Miya house.  The walk was blessfully short, the cool morning air and light traffic cruising by singing a soft lullaby.  By the time the house came into view, the two were practically sleep walking.

"M' moms not home, she missed a lotta work last week," Osamu informed between yawns.

Rintarou nodded, a small part of him hoped that the eldest Miya would be present,  her presence was always comforting and her extense experience in the ways of parenthood allowed for her to always know exactly what to do next.

Honestly, Rintarou really needed her right now, he hated to admit it but she was the closest thing he had to a mother figure, and doesn't everyone want to be nurtured when they're sick?

"When's she coming back," he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Osamu shrugged, slipping his key into the lock on the door and turning it.

"Dunno, she usually gets off at like 5 but she might stay longer to catch up."

Biting his inner cheek to suffocate his dissapointment, Rintarou followed Osamu into his house.

"I'll go make soup," Rintarou offered as Osamu dissapeared down the hall.

"Ugh no!  I've had soup for the past week, just make some sandwhiches or something."

That didn't sound like the best sick-day meal, but hey, it wasn't his house.

Rintarou knew his way around the Miya's kitchen as if it were his own, allowing him to effortlessly find the ingredients for a simple fruit sandwich.

With the two snacks on a plate, Rintarou walked down the hall to the twin's room where Osamu was huddled under the blankets on his bed, back to the door.

"I have food."

"Mneh."

"Yea ok."

Rintarou gently placed the food on a dresser before sitting next to Osamu on his bed.

"How you feeling?"

"Like shit," Osamu groaned, peeking his head out of the safety of his covers, "you?"

"Tired."

Osamu scooched over, pressing himself against the wall and patting the now empty space next to him, "then sleep."

Rintarou nodded thankfully before tucking himself under the blankets and curling into a ball on his side.  The bed was hot, or was that just him?  He didn't know anymore.  All he knew was that these blankets kept every degree of body heat trapped under its fibers, sticking it to the sweat beading on the both of their body's.

"Do you have shorts and a tank I could borrow?" Rintarou asked, tugging at the collar of his uniform.

"Mhm," Osamu lightly pushed Rintarou out of the bed before pulling himself up.

He rocked in place for a moment, eyes shut and jaw clenched and relaxing periodically.

"You good?"

Osamu held a finger up, waiting for the spell to pass.  It didn't pass.  He sat down quickly on the edge of the bed, elbows braced on his knees holding his head in his hands.

"No no no, not now," Rintarou scanned to room for a bag or bucket or anything that would keep Osamu from making a mess.

The only thing he could find was Atsumu's old sport duffle.

Better than nothing.

Rintarou grabbed it, not even checking to see if it was empty before thrusting it onto Osamu's lap.

A smile flashed behind Osamu's eyes as he imagine how pissed his twin would be when he saw this.

His devious joy didn't last for long though as his barely digested breakfast came barreling up his throat.  Lips parting slightly, a light wave of disgustingly sour stomach contents splashed into Atsumu's property.

"He's gonna be," Osamu passed to stifle a burp, "pissed y'know."

Rintarou hummed, purposely staring in the opposite direction.

Before Osamu could ask of his friends wellbeing, vomit took the place of words and a thicker wave of cereal landed on top of the previous with a sickening splat.

Rintarou walked out of the room at this, his head spinning with intense nausea.  He took deep breaths, trying desperately to calm his stomach long enough for him to make it to the toilet without incident.  The smell of fruit lingering on his hands assaulted Rintarou's nose as he covered his mouth.  A quick gag tore its way out, pressing ruthlessly against his stomach as the boys legs threatened to collapse beneath him.

He tried so hard to make it.  The bathroom was right there, he could see the door knob, practically touch it.  So close to turning it and entering into the clean comfort of the cool tiled floor and porceline bowl.  He didn't make it.

Of course he didn't.

Rintarou's inner struggle forced it's way out to paint the restroom door a dark abstract splash.

"The fuck was that?" Osamu called after hearing the splash.

Rintarou groaned, wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor below him and allow dirt to hug every crevice of his body.  Maybe if he sat still enough that would happen.  Or maybe enough dust would accumilate to hide his existance from the rest of the world, just another speck of dirt on the floor.

That was unreasonable thinking.  There was no avoiding the cold hard fact about what had just happened.  Rintarou just repayed the years of hospitality from the Miya's by decorating their interior with whatever the hell he ate the last handful of hours.

A sob forced it's way out before he had a chance to stop it.

It was at this moment he realized he had outstayed his welcome.  Sinking to the floor and giving up on the idea of going to the bathroom, Rintarou curled into a ball- his mind a blur of fever and frantic thoughts.  The floor felt uncomfortably comfortable, maybe it was the knowledge that this may be the last time he would ever know the bliss of touching the floor of this house.  The last time he'll be allowed to make sandwhiches in the kitchen a short walk away.  The last time he'll be allowed to cuddle up with Osamu and stay up late watching videos without headphones, much to the chagrin of Atsumu.

More tears forced their way out, completely distracting Rintarou from the fact that he was sick at all.  The only thing he felt right now was remorse and pure sadness.  His chest heaved as breath refused to come normally.

A goldball edged with burning metal was lodged deep in his throat, attracting his stomach contents with a strong magnetic pull but refusing it to go all the way up.  He coughed desperatly, trying to rid of the horrendous feeling plaguing his upper body or at the very least dislodge the ball.  It worked, not in the way he had hoped for, but relief was provided nontheless as the cough brought up another wave of sick to splash down between his chest and knees.

The door pushed open at this moment.

"Hello?  Is anybody home?  The doors unlocked."

Rintarou's breath caught as the familiar feminine voice reached his cotton stuffed ears.  His body froze with icy terror, trying his best to stay completely still and camoflauge into the wall.

"Ma?" Osamu's voice yelled out, ""M here with Rin, I think we're sick."

Rintarou shook his head as Osamu outed him and delicate footsteps made their way closer.

"No no no no no," he whispered to himself, eyes squeezed shut as if to force himself awake.

"Oh dear," Osamu's mother commented as Rintarou's pityful sight came into view.

"'M sorry, I'll clean it, I tried to make it, I'll leave when it's clean, I can run down to the store for supplies," he began his semi rehereased spiel.

"Sweetheart, no," she made her way closer to him, eyebrows furrowed in concern as tears ebbed the edges of her eyes, "It's alright, it's not your fault you feel like this."

She rubbed his hair away from his forehead before using her soft thumb to wipe his tears away.

"Let's get you cleaned up, hm?" She gently scooped her arms under his shoulder before opening the bathroom door and lowering him onto the toilet seat. "I'll grab some clothes and water, feel free to use the paper towels to wipe yourself down.

Rintarou didn't respond, too ashamed to look her in the eyes even to thank her.  He knew he was only making the situation worse, the absolute least the mother deserved was a heartfelt thanks.

So he just sat there, frown etched deeply on his face and eyes glued to the floor as the Miya went to check on her biological son.

Osamu was much neater looking, his mess had all been contained within Atsumu's sporting bag.  Still, his face was a mess.  A deep flush decorated his sickly pale skin which was glistening with thin beads of sweat and tears of exertion.

"Oh, did ya catch what 'Tsumu had?" She asked, sitting next to him and rubbing between his shoulder blades.

He nodded with a pout, leaning onto his mother's forehead who was working on zipping up the bag and setting it on the floor.

"Do you feel a little better now?"

He nodded.

"Great, would you please help me with a couple things?  I hate to make you do stuff, but I just need to get Rintarou a new set of clothes and I would hate to rummage around your closet.

Osamu nodded once more, standing up to search for suitable clothes as his mother took the soiled bag outside.  Once it was properly disposed of (next to the door to be dealt with later) she grabbed a couple rags, some cleaning solution and a bucket.

When she arrived to the bathroom, Osamu was already there with the clothes, trying to hand them to a refusing Rintarou.

"C'mon it;'s okay, please wear them."

Rintarou refused, fresh tears streaming down his face as his lips frowned deeply.

"I don't," he sniffed, struggling to speak between rapid breaths, "I don't deserve them."

"Don't be silly!" The eldest assured, quickly standing in front of Rintarou- forcing him to look into her caring, concerned eyes, "Please put them on, as long as you're under this roof- you're a Miya and you get the Miya-family-treatment whether you like it or not!"

Rintarou clenched his jaw, appreciation and love flooding through him in a way which only these people had ever been able to make him feel.  He had longed for this all of his childhood, the caring presence of an adult who wanted nothing but the best for you.  Who didn't care about how much of a mess you made, how rude you had been.  Someone who looked past all his faults and cared- truly cared- for the person beneath it all.

"Thank you," Rintarou finally whispered, a sad happiness taking over his expression as he collected the change of clothes, "Thank you so much."

The mother hugged him close, not caring about whatever may stain her shirt at this point.

"Anytime."

[newbornwhumperfly]

the ink bled right through...

CW: allusions to attempted non-con

so i love @much-ado-about-whumping and i love their beautiful characters – Déomas and Rhys – and i love writing spinoffs of other works rather than my own stuff (hehe) so here we are!!!

you’re so inspiring & kind, Bel, so here’s A Thing insp. by your boys and your love of sartorial whump!

title from “colour me in” by damien rice

~

Déma is rumpled.

It is the first thing which catches Rhys’ eye as he stumbles upon the slighter figure in the hallway to Rhys’ office. There is at times an aura of disheveled roguery Déma has, making what Rhys would deem sloppy in another person seem dashing. Daring. Charming…like it suited him somehow.

Yet now, there is nothing of the windswept to his hair, auburn strands sticking up here and there like the mop of an unruly child, ruffled by his mother. His shirt is crumpled, creased, unevenly untucked. A button on his trousers is undone halfway up and the lacings are loosened, partially-tied, as though they had been yanked.

Furthermore, the way he darts at Rhys’ rounding the corner puts him in mind of a spooked horse. Rhys glimpses the whites of Déma’s eyes before the man crooks a smile at him. 

“Hey, Rhys. Just heading to grab a quill from your office.”

Rhys frowns.

“Are you alright, Déma?”

The smile is...wrong. He didn’t meet Rhys’ eyes and as Déma tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, Rhys sees - 

“Are you hurt?”

A scuff, berry-red, sits bright on Déma’s temple. But when Rhys goes to brush his hair back, to see, to help, Déma glides back. The whites show once more and the smile flattens, paper-thin.

“It’s nothing, mother.”

“Don’t give me that, Déma, what happened?”

Déma opens his mouth to speak and pauses. His gaze, unsmiling and skittish, darts over Rhys’ face before he shrugs into an airy reply.

“If you must know, Sir Percy and I had a...small tiff. About my...availability to his, ah,  affections. His feelings were hurt but he’ll...he’ll get over it.”

His smile broadens, razor-edged, and now, closer, Rhys sees his rosy lips are darkened. Bitten. 

Rhys’ stomach floods with ice and his hand flies to his rapier.

“Sir Percy? He, Déma, did he hurt you?”

A stupid question. Rhys’ gaze rakes over Déma again, taking the detail in with new horror. 

He imagines the man in question. Taller than Rhys, heavier, threat stocked in wide shoulders and massive arms. A brutish man. He imagines those meaty hands on Déma and the ice melts, boils, turns to anger with a dizzying speed. 

“Where is that bastard?”

He’s gritting words through his teeth, flushed, aching to fight. Déma frowns and narrows his eyes, a cloud darkening in his expression. 

“I appreciate you’re such a gentleman, Rhys, but it’s all quite in the past now. Under the bridge, if you will.”

Déma quirks his eyebrows, grins – thin, sharp, bright as foil – and tosses his head back, flicking Rhys’ concerns away like a fly and the fringe of his hair slips to veil his left eye, to hide the mark on his temple.

Rhys has the sudden thought that this was his intent.  

“Déma, this son of a bitch hurt you, you can’t just expect me to do nothing.”

He’s hot. He’s burning up. He needs to spread that fire to something else, to watch it burn, to hurt whoever saw fit to touch and take and harm because they possessed some modicum of power. 

He grips his pommel harder and harder and doesn't even realize he’s taken an urgent stride forward until Déma starts again and steps back again, putting space between himself and Rhys. The wariness which burns, bright, in Déma’s eyes makes Rhys feels scorched by it. He wants to cry but instead he widens the space by stepping back himself. 

“I’m, fuck, I’m sorry, Déma-”

“It’s fine. Just...just don’t make this-, Rhys, don’t-, just let it go. Alright?”

Rhys bites, hard, on the inside of his cheek, the throb easing the harsh thrum in his veins. His muscles, defined with swordplay and archery, clench around his hot blood, as useless in their strength as his fury-sorrow-frustration is sitting idle in his veins. He feels helplessand he hates it. He trembles with the want – the need– to help.

But…

Déma is glancing up at him through the russet locks, coy – yet his bitten lip is worried by his teeth and there’s a tension coiled through him, the coquettish brace of hands on hips failing to disguise how his slim shoulders are hefted nearly to his ears and his dark eyes are watchful, wary…a plea in the pinch between his brows.

Rhys wants to push but this isn’t about what he wants – it’s about what Déomas wants.  

He also has some sense – an instinct unique to his lover – that Déma is fragile right now and any indelicate word, any sudden touch, will make him spring, snap shut like a mousetrap. So he breathes. Releases his tension with his exhale. Unclenches his fingers from his sword-hilt, palm swirl-grooved from the carved pommel, and – slowly – reaches for Déma’s chin. Cups it, rubs the cleft with his thumb, soothes. Cradles Déma’s neck, thumb soothing there too, circling behind the ear. Tries to cool the heat of his fury to a tender warmth, to pour his desire to protect, his concern, his fondness for Déma into his touch.

“Of course, Déma. Whatever you need.”

Déma sighs and with the breath, the ribbon of tension untwists in his body. He allows himself to be soothed and Rhys knows he made the right choice. Déma’s dark eyes soften and the sharp edge of his grin has dulled when he pecks at the ball of Rhys’ thumb, nuzzling, feline and malleable.

“Thanks.”

Rhys’ heart takes its turn to clench now, like a fist behind his ribs, the muscle seizing in his chest, creeping up to his throat, on all the things he wants to say – vows, reassurances, pleas.

But all he does is pair his palms in a cradle of Déma’s face – so sharp and so soft and so precious – and swoop into a kiss.

Demá hums into Rhys’ hungry mouth and when he pulls away, a bit breathless, he’s bright again. 

“Well, speaking of water under the bridge, I’m all messy anyhow. Want to, uh, help me tidy up?”

Rhys slides his fingers through Déma’s hair, skimming his brow, kisses his mouth again, his little nose, his temple. 

“Of course, Déma.”

It will have to be enough.

For now.

~

Sir Percy was jumped. 

Or at least, that is what the chambermaid whispers to a fruit vendor, the murmured gossip snagging Déomas’ ear as he pays for a plum (and sneaks another, smaller plum for good measure). If the girl was to be believed – and she should really learn to whisper better, not that Déomas is complaining, but honestly – the knight was allegedly accosted by a masked man upon venturing home. The maid caught a glimpse of the aftermath, her master howling and cursing up a storm.

Broken fingers. Busted nose. Battered ribs. Shoulder sprained so badly it was nearly wrenched from its socket. Two black eyes and many a sore spot. He’d also, the little maid recounted with a note of glee, been kicked between the legs quite a lot. 

Déomas did not blame her one bit for her schadenfreude. Sir Percy was well-known for his wandering hands – it is good riddance they are hurting now. Some might call it poetic justice or even divine intervention.

Personally, Déomas scoffs at the notion of a deity and if there was one, they certainly seemed to possess the same biases as mere mortals by dropping further favor into the fat laps of those born favored. However, it is nice that the pervert got knocked down a peg or two.

Déomas rolls his shoulder - the bruise hidden below his shirt still sore, purple shadows lingering from the demanding clutch of meaty, mail-gloved fingers - before taking a bite of his plum.

A thought tickled at the back of his skull but it was swept aside as he wove his way between stalls, hunting and gathering remaining fruits – fresh fat berries of red and black and blue – in preparation for supper. He was baking a tart and it was going to be sumptuous and Rhys would agree.

He wasn’t baking it forRhys – Déomas loved pie. He would certainly do this all for himself, whether Rhys were involved or not. Certainly.

By the time the evening hour rolled around, a crisp, golden pastry is cooling on the sill of Rhys’ office. Déomas had charmed a flask of sherry off the cook and a sparkling compliment had left a glow to her wrinkled cheek as she thrust the bottle at him, grumbling something which sounded suspiciously like insufferable.

Rhys, however, is uncharacteristically late.

Déomas is sipping at a refill of his glass of sherry when Rhys sweeps through the door, apologizing profusely, dropping a soft kiss, another, once more to Déomas’ brow, breathlessly detailing some tale about horseshoes and cobblestones and really believingit would take an hour and Rhys is so fretful that Déomas forgives him immediately, scarcely pouting at all as he mellows under the kiss. He cannot be all that upset with anyone who says Déma so sweetly and is so very handsome.

Déomas blames the quite excellent alcohol for that thought.  

He blames the sherry further for the fact that it takes him a good while to notice that Rhys is…less than perfectly put together.

Rhys’ doublet is rumpled. A closer peek shows a seam has split along the shoulder at one spot, disrupting the perfect symmetry of stitches.

There is a spot of blood, nestled like a gem with the creamy folds of linen.

“Déma, I’m so sorry, I...I lost track of time. i had to take care of something and it got away from me.”

If Déomas were a little more sober, he might nod and smile and tell Rhys not to mention it. He really might just pull Rhys into a chair, straddle him, and kiss him senseless. But Déomas has never left anything he should leave be well enough alone and there’s a nervous weight to Rhys’ shoulders which provokes Déomas’ curiosity. 

“Bullshit.”

Rhys seems to very nearly drop his sword, setting it upon the desk with a heavy thump.

“D-Déma?-”

“Bull. Shit. What’d you do?”

Déomas is not suspicious. Nothing so childish. Nothing so jealous. He is...worried. Rhys looks heavy. A weariness lays over him - he has had to do something, something he doesn’t like, and there’s something about that which Déomas doesn’t like. Not at all. 

Rhys raises his chin, his deep, dark eyes direct and bold in the firelight.

“You won’t like it. But...if you ask me, I’ll tell you the truth.”

Déomas gazes back, just as steady, just as firm, and nods. 

Rhys sucks in his cheek, biting, he does that when he frets, and sinks into the chair beside Déomas.

“I know you told me not too...do anything. About him.”

Rhys spits the pronoun like poison, like he wants to get it out of his mouth, and Déomas doesn't ask him to clarify. He just waits, only the crackle of the blaze in the hearth disturbing the pregnant space between them. 

“I tried to make it random. Something which couldn't be tied to, to anything in particular. But I...I had to. I had to do something, Déma. Someone like him can’t just believe he can do this. To anyone. But especially...especially not to you. Not in my own home. Not ever. So I...hurt him. Nothing permanent. Less than he fucking deserves. But...something.”

He finally looks away from the dancing tongues of orange, blue, red fire to glance at Déomas. His dark face is drawn tight with uncertainty. He is resigned. Resolute. Hopeful. But there is still that familiar tenderness, a concern and a care, to be found in his expression, rolling under and over the anxiety, spilling through the cracks, filling in the blanks. Ever-present. 

“I understand if...if you’re angry with me.”

Seized but an urge, nameless as it was undeniable, Déomas surges from his chair and drags Rhys into a kiss. It is hungry, messy and missing lips for cheeks, scattered, falling again and again, one kiss becoming dozens in his need to touch, to appreciate, to...to be near Rhys, as close as he can be. 

Finally, Rhys gasps for air, weakly chuckling as he presses their brows together and Déomas sinks into his strong arms, feeling folded up and held and safe. 

“You’re a mess.”

“Hardly.”

“Hmm. For you, it’s practically a pigsty. You’re a disgrace to your class, Milord Rhys.”

The man snorts, startled into indignity, as he pulls back to smile ruefully.

“Help me to tidy up?”

Warmth pools in Déomas’ ribs. He kisses - again - Rhys’ cheeks, his eyes, his mouth. 

He’s so beautiful. So good. So...Rhys. 

Déomas never wants to leave this warm room, these warm arms, this feeling, ever again. He does not say so. Instead, he drops a fleeting, final peck to Rhys’ lips.

“Gladly.”

~

well....there we have it!!! a lil’ softness

[lankylevi]

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Eren Jaeger - Levi Ackerman Word count: 2.6k Tags: Modern au, FTM Eren Jaeger, Eventual Smut, Coming Out.

Chapter summary: This is the smutty sequel to my trans!Eren drabble. Here’s the tumblr link to the first part or you can simply click on the AO3 link where both chapters are posted :)

Read on AO3 or below.

With Levi’s legs wrapped around his waist, Eren manages to carry them to the raven’s bedroom without knocking over too many items. His head is dizzy, clouded and he finds himself unable to focus on anything besides Levi’s fingers carding through his hair, his lips firmly pressed against his own and his hand dipping under his shirt as they lay on the mattress.

“Is this okay?” Levi asks between kisses, breath ghosting over the boy’s face, not moving his hand up any further and presses his thumb into Eren’s hip. Dark hooded eyes lock onto Eren’s as he asks, “Eren?”

Eren lets out a breathy whimper as the raven tugs at his hair and exposes his neck, leaving him breathless with each suck and nip on his sensitive skin. Moaning, Eren nods and bites his lip, eyes screwing shut as Levi bites down on the junction between his collarbone and neck. A combination of pleasure and pain washes over him and he can’t help himself from bucking his hips as Levi slides his knee between his legs.

Levi chuckles lowly against his neck and licks the shell of his ear. “So eager.”

Eren can hear the smirk in Levi’s voice and it drives him insane that he is this composed. Brows furrowed in determination, he sits up on his elbows and looks at Levi with a cocky grin. He reaches out his arm to touch one of Levi’s pecs, appreciating the outline of his boyfriend’s nipple piercings under the thin fabric of his tank top as he slides his hand down his defined stomach.

The raven raises an eyebrow at him and catches his wrist before it can run through the hairs on his lower abdomen. “As much as I appreciate the gesture, tonight is all about you.”

Swallowing thickly, Eren can do nothing but watch wide-eyed as Levi takes both of his wrists in one hand and pin them above his head. Pleasure attacks his senses as Levi sucks on his neck, rolling the skin between his teeth as he grinds his knee between Eren’s thighs.

A moan gets stuck at the back of Eren’s throat and Levi looks up, peeking through his eyelashes, “Don’t hold back, please.”

Head falling back against the pillow, all air leaves his lungs and he moans loudly as Levi slips his fingers under the elastic band of his boxers and rubs them over Eren’s dick in slow, teasing circles. Enough to make his gut clench, bring him closer to the brink of release.

Panting heavily, Eren squirms and wriggles under Levi’s touch. A shudder runs up his spine as Levi spreads the fluid he gathered around his shaft, fingers keeping up their teasing back and forth. How the fuck is he so good at this?

“Feeling good?” Levi asks and gives a quick peck on the boy’s parted lips.

Eren frantically nods, feeling so good that he is far past the point of feeling any shame. He opens his eyes when Levi stops moving his hand, looking back into two grey, almost daring, silver orbs.

“Why did you stop movi-iiiiii-ngh.” Eren’s voice pitches higher and his back arches off the bed when the raven gives an exceptionally skilled tug at his dick. He clasps his hand in front of his mouth, horrified at how absolutely horrendous his voice just sounded, cheeks turning crimson.

Levi chuckles in response and gently moves Eren’s hand away from his mouth and pins it back above his head. Turning his attention back to his tanned neck, Levi licks a hot stripe over his pulse-point, continuing to work on Eren’s shaft.

Soft mewls and pants leave Eren’s lips, precome leaking through his boxers as Levi continues attacking his neck. Every suck and nip at the sensitive skin leaves him writhing under his boyfriend’s touch.

“Fuck,” Levi mumbles, voice low and hoarse, “why haven’t we done this before?”

Eren lets out a breathy laugh and subconsciously wraps his legs around Levi, the outline of Levi’s hard cock, confided by his jeans, making him whimper as he bites his lip. Taking in a deep breath to at least sound more composed than he is feeling right now, he cocks his head to the side with a soft smile, “You know why.”

“You should’ve known I don’t care about that,” Levi sighs and kisses Eren’s cheek, “and please, stop that. I want to take care of you.”

The thought itself of Levi losing himself to pleasure, imagining him shudder as he lazily strokes his cock, is enough to make Eren’s head spin.

Levi chuckles at the sight and dips down to lock their lips together. He swipes his tongue over Eren’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, as he leisurely caresses Eren’s thighs. Sucking on the tip of Eren’s tongue, earning a soft mewl in response, Levi hooks his hands under the back of his boyfriend’s knees and pushes forward.

Their lips part and Eren watches heavy-lidded, cheeks turning crimson, Levi kiss his way down his chest and stomach, pausing before he leaves a teasing kiss on his hip bone. Is Levi going to do what he thinks he’s going to do?

Looking up, Levi pops the button of Eren’s jeans and waits for Eren to stop him. When he’s not given any cue, he pulls down Eren’s pants so he’s completely bare except for his boxers.

Eren’s mouth goes dry as Levi stares at the wet patch on his boxers. It isn’t even a subtle spot, the bottom of his grey boxers are completely soaked. How embarrassing, is Levi weirded out?

“Lev-”

“That’s so hot.” Levi interrupts and dips down to leave a teasing kiss on the crown of Eren’s cock. “This okay?”

Eren slowly nods and lets out a shaky breath as Levi also gets rid of his boxers, leaving him completely bare and vulnerable. He’s suddenly aware of the cool air in Levi’s room, the chilly spring breeze brushing against his naked thighs and calves. Goosebumps pop up on his skin and he shivers.

“Are you okay?” Levi asks, brows scrunched together as he settles back between Eren’s parted legs. “If you want to stop just tell me.”

“N-no,” Eren stammers and shakes his head, propping himself up on his elbows, t-shirt loosely hanging over his shoulder. “Just cold.”

Levi huffs, grinning before he hooks his hands under the back of Eren’s knees again and puts his legs on his shoulders, “I’ll warm you up.”

“What porno did you watch?” Eren laughs, relief washing over him as he realizes that this is in fact, Levi. His non-judgemental, grumpy and hot as fuck lab-partner and now boyfriend.

Levi lets out an amused puff of air and strikes for his revenge, earning a fresh gush of precome when he sticks out his tongue and pushes down right above Eren’s cock. Smirking, he swirls his tongue around his boyfriend’s sensitive cock, drawing out more high pitched moans. He might not be familiar with Eren’s anatomy, but what he was presented with was, in fact, a cock. A small one, about as thick as his pinky and maybe a quarter as long, but Eren seemed to react the same as every guy would when getting their dick sucked.

“A-ah!” Eren shrieks, sparks of pleasure shooting up and down his spine, making his legs tremble with each flick of Levi’s skilled tongue. His hands fist in the sheets, trying desperately to find some type of leverage as pleasure attacks his senses.

He looks down, instantly regretting his decision as his eyes lock onto Levi’s. Dark, silver orbs peek through hooded eyelids before the raven wraps his lips around his cock, eyes twinkling with amusement before his tongue laves the underside of his dick.

Eren’s eyes flutter shut and he welcomes the sensations that Levi gives him. His chest heaves, breathing uneven and with each flick of Levi’s tongue, he gets even closer to his climax. His legs are trembling, hips moving in circles to the point Levi has to push them down in order for him to keep a steady rhythm.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Levi swats as he raises his head, tracing the outline of Eren’s sensitive cock with his thumb. He rolls his thumb over the brunet’s erection, earning a high pitched moan in response as he adds another source of pleasure. Running his wet tongue over Eren’s thighs, he switches between kissing and nipping at the tanned skin; tender, yet hungrily.

“Le- Levi, I’m clo...se.” The brunet’s voice gets stuck at the back of his throat, completely overwhelmed at the attention. Body shuddering and quivering under Levi’s hold.

Levi hums, smirking proudly as he feels the member twitching under his touch. He sucks on his inner thigh, not able to fight back the urge to leave at least one mark on Eren’s body and dips down to run the flat of his tongue over the brunet’s cock, his juices tickling his tastebuds.

When Eren hears Levi groan, he’s being pushed over the edge; back arching off the bed with a sprained cry of Levi’s name.

The raven lifts up his head, wiping off his mouth against Eren’s thighs and leaves a kiss in the process. A cheeky grin curls on his lips, “So, how did I do?”

“10 outta 10.” Eren huffs, catching his breath and makes a move to hide his embarrassingly red face with his arm, but Levi stops him.

Levi catches him by surprise when his hand reaches out and gently cups Eren’s burning cheeks. The gesture is so soft, careful as if Eren is something precious. His heart swells at the thought, tears threatening to dwell up in the corner of his eyes but he simply smiles in response.

Humming contently, Levi leaves a quick peck on Eren’s forehead before nuzzling his nose in the crook between his collarbone and neck, bathing it with soft kisses. “So, boyfriend?”

Eren croaks out a laugh, entangling his bare legs with Levi’s, slouched in post-orgasmic bliss. “Boyfriend it is, but I still wanna take care of you.”

Levi lets out a breathy laugh while shaking his head. “Next time.”

[childofhalloween]

I know I will sound like a total pervert and I know that the song is not for a heterosexual couple but I would really love you to do a Fanfic Huma based on the song Bestie - Sizzy Rocket (Harry addressing Uma). Please, I hope it's not too much to ask

It defiantly isn’t too much to ask! This was a lot of fun to write & the song is super catchy. Sorry if it turned out kinda long >.

LEMON below! 18 over. Also mentions of drugs & alcohol use. 

 BESTIES

You ever get that metaphorical itch that you just can’t scratch? Harry has has the same one for years now. Just something he wanted so bad that it hurt. 

That something was about 5’3 and scared even full grown men.

That’s right the one thing he wanted more then anything was Uma.

He wanted his best friend….and badly.

This wasn’t new to him he had wanted her ever since he started figuring out sex. She had been a reoccurring figure in his fantasies as well as some interesting dreams.

He knew he wanted her. Everyone else knew he wanted her. It seemed the only person who didn’t know how badly he wanted her was her. She seemed to be blissfully unaware of his feelings putting him into the friend zone so far that she even let him see her naked on quite a few occasions (ok maybe the friend zone had some perks)

There was only one time that she seemed aware of any interest it was almost a year ago.

They had finally gotten to Auradon and we’re both working on going back to school after dropping out together before. Something that was taking all the VKs a little longer than the AKs to finish as most barely had a basic education.

But during their senior year Uma had meet a boy. A boy name Brad. He wasn’t a VK nor was he a hero’s child. No he was nobody. Then again that could be used to describe everything about him. He was plain really no defining features. Nothing to like nothing to hate but nothing to like. Harry couldn’t figure out what it was that got Uma to go out with him but she did. For quite a few months till graduation.

That’s when Harry got a call Uma and Brad broke up Harry thanked his lucky stars he didn’t have to see that…..well Brad anymore. But then again he needed to cheer his best friend up.

To the club it was.

And it was a good time. It was a hell of a good time drinking like fish, dancing to their heart’s content, & enjoying some ‘party favors’ they had scored. In other words they were both extremely cross faded & enjoying every moment of it.

They were in fact too far gone because Harry hadn’t even remembered most the night. But he did remember how tight her dress was. He knew at some point, somehow his hand made its way to her ass. Next thing he knew they were outside in the alley.

He had lifted her up onto some scaffolding learning against a wall. This gave him easier access to her. Her lips were soft and he could still taste the rum of their last shot on her tongue. He couldn’t help but wonder why they had never done this before.

They were both extremely intoxicated not just on the booze but each other. That’s why neither of them heard the creaking at first. It wasn’t until the whole thing came crashing down they heard anything.

Being at the emergency room at 3am trying to explain what happened sobered them both up pretty damn quick. Harry walking out with a sprained wrist and Uma leaving with a few stitches by her hairline and a story neither of them ever brought back up.

That was over a year ago Harry’s wrist healed and Uma was left with a small scar. It wasn’t something anyone would notice you’d have to know and be close.

Harry was looking at the scar holding back the urge to touch it. Neither of them had ever brought back up the night so Harry assumed it meant she didn’t remember it or the fact he put the moves on her.

They went right back to how they had always been friends. But he didn’t mind at all, that was why he was laying across on the couch watching some movie with Uma between his legs as she laid with her back against him.

“God why do these stupid movies on tv all have the same theme?” Uma complained taking a drink of beer.

“How so?” Harry asked he hadn’t actually been paying attention to the movie.

“It’s all about people wanting to fuck their best friend.” Uma said putting her beer on the end table. “I mean seriously not that many people can want to fuck their best friends.”

“I’d fuck my best friend.” Harry mumbled under his breath not thinking. It took him a minute to realize what he had just done. God he hoped she didn’t hear.

But it seemed the Gods weren’t on his side as she suddenly sat up turning to look at him offended.

Shit he did it now. She was pissed and probably gonna hit him. That was if she even agreed to talk with him anymore. Him and his big mouth.

“Harry Hook! I thought I was your best friend!” She said putting a hand on her chest in mock offense.

“Ya know ya are lass. Don’t be dramatic.” He said hoping maybe somehow she missed the fucking part of that.

“Then you want to fuck me?” She asked her tone now deadly serious.

What could he do now? He could lie but then there was the chance that she’d find out and be pissed. He could tell the truth but there was always the chance she would be pissed. It looked like either choice would end up with him getting his ass kicked by her and whoever she decided to send his way.

“Harry!” She barked snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Huh what was it?” He said running a hand through his hair he could already feel his face turning bright red.

“Do.you.want.to.fuck.me?” She said making sure to emphasize every word so he heard.

He sighed there was no win this situation so might as well bite the bullet right? After a long silence he finally spoke up.

“Yeah kinda.” He managed to push out finally.

“Really?” Uma said intrigue sparking in her eyes and a smirk crossing her face. “Guess the feeling is mutual then.” She said with a shrug leaning back against the couch casually as if talking about the weather.

Woah, woah there was no way he heard that correct.

“Wait! What!?!” he said confusion written all over his face.

“Come on think of how many times you’ve seen me naked. Think that was an accident? Or when I let you take me outside the club after you grabbed my ass. Think about it.”

He still couldn’t believe what he was hearing never in a million years did he think she felt the same way he did. How could he be so dim to not pick up on the not so subtle hints? God he was almost as dense as Gil.

“I….I guess I never thought about it.” He admitted looking away sheepishly.

“Well now you know.” Uma said as she moved to face him still sitting between his legs. “So what are we going to do about it?”

This was a loaded question. There were a million things he could do at that moment he could ask what she wanted, think of consequences of doing anything or he could just go for it. But of course being as impulsive as Harry was he knew his answer.

Sitting up he grabbed her chin in his hand a mischievous smile spreading across her face as he did.

“I think I got an idea if ya are up for it.”

Without waiting for answer he tilted her chin up so she was looking at him for a moment before his lips meet hers.

Softly at first almost hesitantly making sure she didn’t want to back out. But she did didn’t pull away in fact she deepened the kiss between them as she ran a hand over his shoulder. There was no way she was pushing away. She had almost forgotten what a good kisser he was.

Soon much like everything else their kisses became full of passion borderlining on violence full of nips to her lips and tugs of his hair. It became a competition over who was in charge neither of them wanted to lose.

Uma was currently straddling her competition running her hands through his hair with a tug. That was when he decided it was his turn to be in charge. Grabbing her by the hips he moved to flip her over but he must of underestimated the size of the couch as they both soon tumbled onto the floor with a loud thud.

They both stopped for a moment taking a second to figure out what happened before they both looked at each other. A smile crossed each of their faces before they burst out laughing.

Harry seized the distraction as his moment to move over her almost pinning her to the ground. He still wasn’t ready to give up control yet.

Before she could even argue or yell at him he bent down his lips finding the crook of her neck. She let out a noise he had never heard from her before but it only encouraged him as he continued to pepper her neck with kisses.

She moved her head to the side giving him better access to her neck. He smirked to himself knowing this was a sign she was giving up control to him as well.

He continued to kiss up and down her neck as his hand found its way to the hem of her shirt. Slowly as if he was worried he scare her off his hand moved under her shirt. He could feel the way her muscles moved ever so slightly under his fingers. He moved higher and higher till he could feel the edging of her bra.  

She suddenly grabbed his hand moving it out of her shirt as she pushed him off her.

God damn it. He did something wrong. He fucked something up. His mind was racing over everything that happened he thought it was going well.

Without saying a word her hands moved to her own shirt. He watched as she slowly pulled it over her head tossing it somewhere across the room leaving her in just her black bra. Copying her his shirt soon followed suit.

She then pulled him back into a kiss as his hands wasted no time on working taking the bra off sliding it off her shoulders as it soon found its way across the room like predecessors.

He pushed her back against the ground again taking a moment to look over the beauty under him. She couldn’t help but look away from gaze almost embarrassed. His hand moved up her stomach fingers feather light coming to her breast.

Cupping her breast gently he gave it a small squeeze. His thumb ran across her perked nipple before giving it a tug. Judging by the deep breath she took he could tell she liked it.

He continued to almost experimenting on breast as his mouth moved back to her neck slowly moving lower till it occupied the spot his hand bad been just moments before.This caused her to let out a small moan as his other hand moved to her other breast.

Harry couldn’t help but notice how her hips slightly rocked. She must of been enjoying all the attention more than he realized.

Moving away from her chest his hand continued to explore her body stopping at the button of her pants. He looked up at her as if asking for permission she knew what he was asking as she nodded slightly.

Sliding a hand gently down the front of her pants he could feel heat radiating off of her. Moving lower he ran a finger down her slit. He could already feel how wet she was even through her silk panties.

Motioning for her to lift her hips up he helped her slide off her pants as well as her panties throwing them to the side.

There she was laying in front of him totally naked and waiting for him to do what he pleased. There was so many things he wanted to do to her at that moment. He could feel his erection pushing painfully against his pants but he pushed that thought away. Right now he had other things to worry about and that was her.

Rubbing her slightly he couldn’t help but smirk as she gasped her eyes fluttering shut. He did it again with more pressure.

“Ya like that love?” He whispered lowly in her ear causing her to shudder never stopping what he was doing.

“Yes.” She choked out quietly he had to admit having her like this was great for his ego.

Wanting to see exactly how far he could go he slipped a finger inside of her causing her let out a groan.  

God was she always this wet or was it just for him? Either way he wouldn’t complain.

Soon he he added another finger inside of her then another it seemed the more he added the more she moaned. Soon her hips were moving against his hand as he finger fucked her.

God he wished to be down there right now. He didn’t care if it was his dick or his face. But he saving that for later. This was time to take things slow. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t get her off.

Nudging her leg farther apart his other hand rubbed against her clit causing her hips to buck. He started rubbing her clit noticing how she squirmed when he did something he liked soon developing a rhythm as his fingers still moved in and out of her.

Her eyes were closed tight and her breathing was coming out in shorter and shorter pants. He had been with enough women to know what this meant.

Never taking his eyes off her face he watched as she suddenly clenched tight around his fingers. He had always wondered what it looked like when she got off but whatever had thought this was so much better.

“Oh wow.” She said catching her breath.

“You ok?” He asked she just let out a laugh before sitting up.

“Yeah…. yeah I am. Now I’m not gonna be the only one here naked lose the pants.” She ordered.

He rolled his eyes at her before moving to his belt before stopping for a moment.

“Wait…ya know once this happens it’s a done deal right? No turning back.” He would never force her into anything she didn’t know want to do or feel indebted to him. If she wanted to stop here he would. She just scoffed.

“Pants now!”

“Bossy.” he said slipping out of his clothes trying to ignore the feeling of her eyes over him

“Shut up Harry.” She said this time it was him on his back as she kissed at his neck.

Unlike him Uma never had the chance to see him naked before. But she couldn’t say she was disappointed. Running a hand down his chest she wrapped a hand around his member stroking it softly.

She could hear him let out a low groan in the back of his throat. That had to be one of the hottest thing she had ever heard. Gripping him tighter she tried to see what other noises she could get out of him never pulling away from his neck where she altering between kisses and bites. She could feel him twitch in her hands.

“Uma…” he mumbled huskily.

“Hmm?” Was her only reply.

“Uma stop.” He mumbled pulling her hand away.

She looked at him raising an eyebrow as she grudgingly pushed away. Better not be anything stupid.

“I need to be inside ya.” It almost came out as a growl.

Ok correction that was the hottest thing she had ever heard. Before he could try to get up again Uma pushed his chest making him lay back down.

“Nuh uh.” She said moving over him as he rolled his eyes.

“Always gotta be in charge don’t cha?”

But before he could say anything else she moved to straddle him. He could feel just the tip of his penis moving into her and God did it feel good. He tried to buck his hips up but she pushed him back down.

Instead she slowly (ungodly slow in his opinion) moved herself down on him. They both knew she was being a tease. She continued to slowly move against him as he fought to try and thrust against her being pushed back every time.

“Stop teasing and fuck me lass.” He hissed out grabbing onto her hips and thrusting in her.

They both let out a moan enjoying the feeling. That must’ve been enough to convince her because she started moving herself at a faster pace as he started to match it with his own thrusting.

Harry could feel her nails dig into his arms as her pace started to pick up. She was soon going at her own speed obviously trying to reach for something herself and Harry happily helped thrusting harder. He could feel her thighs start shaking slightly he she wasn’t going to last long.

And he was right it was only moments later she called out his name as he felt her tighten around him climaxing.

Hearing her say his name coming out of her mouth like that was enough for him. Motioning for her to move he soon reached his own orgasm. (Sure he loved the idea of her having his baby but not yet)

They both laid on the floor or the living room catching their breath. The realization of what just happened hitting both of them. Neither really want to ask the questions that should be asked (Still friends? More? Do it again?)

“Aye Uma…” Harry started looking at the ceiling.

“What?” Uma asked glancing over at him worried.

“Next time I’m on top.”

“You wish.”

[botanistlester]

Sweet Pea (31/34)

Summary: A nickname that goes bitter in your mouth. Cries for help that no one listens to. Gentle hands that make you quake on the ground you’re standing on. When Phil first met Nico, he thought he was a gift from the heavens. But behind the mask lies something daunting, something unnerving, that Phil never foresaw. Through his journey, he finds solace in Dan, the regular at his workplace, who seems to be the only one who sees through Nico’s mask to the darkness underneath. Warnings: Abusive relationship, violence A/N: Hey guys! I’m sorry that this chapter was a little bit late. These next few weeks are gonna be wild for me tbh as its midterms and i’m taking an exam this week that basically tells me if i can get into graduate school, and then i’m going on vacation, and then it’s my 21st birthday! so i’ve got a long few weeks ahead of me! I’ll do my best to keep updating on saturdays but if i’m a couple of hours late or don’t upload at midnight like normal, then you know why! I love you all so much and thank you for the support! The song at the beginning is called Norway by the Brummies!

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Chapter Thirty-One

There's nothing that I want more than being yours and you being mine.

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It was 10:59 in the morning and Phil was staring anxiously at his laptop. The mouse was hovering over the refresh button, ready to click as soon as the clock changed to 11. His heart was pounding in his chest and his hands were shaking, but there was an underlying excitement to his nervousness.

Dan was sitting beside him, his hand on Phil’s knee. He was rubbing circles into Phil’s skin with his thumb, his head resting on Phil’s shoulder, but they were both staring at the clock as though it was their lifeline.

The time changed, and Phil jumped. He refreshed the page, scrolled down, clicked into the little box on the computer. He typed in five different numbers as quickly as he possibly could. And then he was pressing submit, holding his breath, waiting for the screen to confirm his request.

It refreshed once more, a message popping up on the screen, thanking Phil for registering for classes. He didn’t celebrate yet, his nervousness getting the best of him, so with his heart beating so hard that he could feel it all throughout his body, he clicked on the link to his schedule for next semester. Thankfully, his entire schedule showed up, and he let out a shaky breath, collapsing sideways onto Dan’s shoulder.

Dan chuckled and wrapped his arm around Phil, drawing him closer into him. He kissed Phil’s head a few times in quick succession, his lips leaving behind warmth with each kiss. Phil made a contented noise and swung his legs over Dan’s lap, so that he was practically cradled against Dan’s chest. “I’m so proud of you,” Dan murmured, brushing his fingers over Phil’s face and lifting his chin up to give him a warm kiss on the lips. “You’re fucking amazing. We have to celebrate or something.”

Phil hummed and buried his face into Dan’s neck, just wanting to be as close to him as possible. He pursed his lips, pressing a small kiss to Dan’s collar bone, and nosed along his skin. It was relaxing like this, and Phil could feel his eyelids swooping after all of the excitement from scheduling classes. “Celebrate? Why? It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just registering for school.”

Dan’s arms tightened around Phil and he snuggled impossibly closer to him. “But that’s the thing, it is amazing. A half a year before, you were dropping out of school because you couldn’t imagine a future. But now? You’re ambitious, you want to do things with your life, you’re ready to work hard to achieve things. So I don’t want to hear any bullshit about how it’s not a big deal when it is.”

He was right, and Phil knew that. He knew that any accomplishment, no matter how small, was still just that - an accomplishment. If he got out of bed in the morning, that was an accomplishment. If he went the whole day without being triggered into a panic attack, that was an accomplishment. So if he registered for school then damn it, that was also an accomplishment. Phil’s cheeks were hurting from grinning so much, and hell, that was an accomplishment too.

“You really think this is worth celebrating?”

Dan snorted and pulled away from Phil to give him an unimpressed look. “Do I think it’s worth celebrating? Did you really ask me that question?”

Chuckling, Phil nodded his head. He could feel his cheeks growing redder by the minute, but that may just be a combination from all the affection Dan’s showing him, paired with his registration for classes. He wanted to hide his face, hide under his bed maybe, but he couldn’t because Dan’s arms were tightly around him, grounding him to the spot. He couldn’t exactly argue with that in the first place so he just accepted it. “Fine, fine,” Phil laughed. “But on one condition.”

Dan cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. Phil wished that he was as talented as Dan in that aspect, wished that he, too, could raise one eyebrow. “What?”

“Our celebration is you taking me out on a date.”

Dan hummed and pursed his lips, feigning thinking, but his eyes were shining and his face had brightened a thousand more shades. He leaned forward, hands tightly wrapped around Phil’s waist to keep him from falling, and nudged their noses together. When he spoke, his breath fanned across Phil’s face in a way that made him dizzy. “I can do that,” he murmured softly, voice raw and warm and so full of tenderness that Phil’s heart actually ached.

That was why he couldn’t help himself from leaning down to kiss Dan hard on the lips. His body was filled with awe and excitement and he had no idea how to express it in a way other than this. Dan’s lips were always soft against his, always more than willing to give Phil exactly what he needed. Sometimes he was completely pliant, allowing Phil to mould their lips together in any way that he pleased, while sometimes he was the one who pressed forward a little more or held Phil’s head in place so that they could kiss just a little bit deeper. He never did anything that Phil didn’t want to do, and that was so incredibly important to Phil that he wanted to just scream it for the entire world to hear. Or maybe he just wanted to kiss Dan a little bit more.

Yeah, that sounded about right.

This was one of those times where Dan allowed Phil to take the lead for a moment, melting into his touch, before he gently reached out and held Phil’s cheeks in his palms, holding him still and pressing forward so that their noses were pretty damned smushed and it was hard to breathe. It wasn’t bad by any means, no. It was the opposite of bad. In fact, Phil was starting to get a little too excited in his jeans and he knew that they’d have to stop soon or else they were both going to sprain a hip from screwing on the couch or something.

Although they’d gone past holding hands (the big First Base™), they hadn’t gone so far as to have sex yet. Phil supposed they were trying to take it slow. As slow as possible, that is, when they had so many feelings for each other and had known each other for so long. At this point, Phil knew it was only a matter of days before they succumbed to the passionate lust, but for once he didn’t mind if they had sex or not. He was enjoying himself, letting things come naturally. He wasn’t being forced to do something he didn’t want to just to prove his love.

Dan was being patient with him and understood that when Phil’s hands started shaking while he had his hand around Dan’s cock, it didn’t have anything to do directly with him. Instead, he just kissed Phil’s eyelashes and suggested Phil take a bath with his favourite bath bomb. After that happened, Phil’s face would be the colour of cherries from embarrassment for the next three hours, but he still enjoyed it when Dan joined him during a bath, the bath bomb turning the water pink as Phil sat with his back to Dan’s chest and they talked about everything or nothing at all. In those instances, Dan would run his hands over Phil’s back, giving him a little massage, and Phil would sometimes fall asleep to the light touches and it was relaxed and nice and everything that Phil had ever wanted.

He compared their relationship a lot to his with Nico. It probably wasn’t a good thing, in all honesty, but Phil couldn’t help it. He debated the similarities between Dan and Nico and tried to understand why he’d settled for less when he could have had so much more.

Whereas Dan was soft and tender, Nico was rough and uncaring. They were similar in their brown curly hair and light dusting of freckles, but Dan’s eyes were warm and brown while Nico’s were sharp emerald jewels, designed to cut. Phil had considered both of them his best friends at one point, yet Dan had a trust for Phil that nobody could tarnish, and Nico was jealous and controlling and tried to take over every aspect of Phil’s life. Nico was shorter than Dan, his muscles were more defined than Dan, he was more violent than Dan, more impulsive than Dan. Even from the beginning of their relationship, Nico had never treated Phil as well as Dan had been, and considering they’d only been dating for a couple of weeks, Phil thought that was quite the problem.

Plus, Nico had been a cat person, while Dan was a dog person. Surely that should have been a sign from the gods that Phil had been too stupid to consider.

Their date came exactly two days later.

It was a Tuesday, which was a strange day for a date. Phil didn’t really understand when Dan had come home from classes and had immediately told Phil to get his ass up and get dressed. However, he did get the idea when Dan told him to dress up in business casual.

What the fuck even did business casual mean? That wasn’t a real choice of fashion. That was just an excuse for someone to wear a nice jumper and jeans and call themselves business casual because they were too scared to say they were just comfortable.

Phil ended up throwing on a knitted light blue jumper that he had just gotten a few weeks ago with Dan, as well as his favourite pair of nice black jeans. He figured that was enough for “business casual”, so once he threw on his white shoes, he walked out to the hallway and found Dan already there.

Wearing the same exact jumper, except in black.

When Dan looked up, Phil let out an annoyed scoff. He put a hand on his cocked hip and berated Dan with a head shake. “Seriously?”

Dan, confused, gave Phil an alarmed look. “What?”

Phil gestured to Dan’s torso with a disgusted hand. “One of us is going to have to change.”

It was then that Dan seemed to realise what was happening, and he started laughing so hard that his voice resembled an actual hyena. The sound made Phil start to laugh as well, and they continued to giggle as Dan stood and made his way over to Phil. He kissed Phil lightly, making Phil tingle from the tips of his toes all the way to his fingers. “Don’t change,” Dan whined, and he pouted against Phil’s lips, pulling Phil closer by his belt loops. “We can be that gross gay couple who wears matching outfits and holds hands over the table while we share a milkshake or something.”

“Is that the type of couple you want to be?” Phil mused, but he couldn’t help the way his heart stuttered in his chest and how his mind was whispering how amazing that sounded.

Dan shrugged, nuzzled their noses together in the way he liked to do, and then he was pulling away, smiling widely. “No,” he said simply, making Phil frown as he started to put on his shoes, making it clear that they were about to leave. “But I think you’re an exception.”

Phil’s laugh bubbled out of him like champagne, and he was flying, so high on amazement that Dan was his and this was real and everything lit him on fire in the most amazing way. “You can’t be so cheesy!” Phil complained, following Dan to the front door. “You know I’m lactose intolerant.”

“Well lucky for you, I’m lactose-free.” Dan added a wink to the comment, and Phil groaned, actually facepalming while Dan locked the door behind them.

“I’m sick of your bullshit,” Phil told him with a disappointed voice. “I want a divorce.”

Dan shrugged and waved his hand like it wasn’t his problem at all. “Go ahead and try. I won’t sign the paperwork.” They began to walk down the stairs of their flat building, into the outside world, and Phil nearly forgot that they were going on a date as they banted. It was so freeing to joke around like this, like they were best friends and boyfriends and even an old married couple. Phil’s said it before and he’ll say it again, but Dan was like a character out of a rom-com, all perfect and sweet. It was disgusting, even to Phil, but he couldn’t help but bask in the glory of their relationship. Of course it wasn’t perfect, no relationship was, but it was damn near so far.

God, Phil was gay.

They ended up calling a cab, which made Phil a little bit suspicious of where they were actually going. First, business casual, and now a cab? What kind of slightly-fancy bullshit was this? Dan distracted him from his suspicions, though, as he put a hand on Phil’s leg and leaned closer to him to talk about how he had once gotten in trouble for giving some guy a handjob in the back of a cab before.

“Is this you telling me that you want to give me a handjob in the back of this cab?” Phil asked in a serious tone.

Dan looked offended. “Are you saying you won’t let me give you a handjob right now?”

“I’m afraid I’m gonna have to turn you down there, bro,” Phil replied, which turned into another fight about how Phil had used bro, of all things, rather than something endearing like honey bunches or sweetcakes. Phil told Dan that he’d rather die than call him something like sweetcakes, which made Dan start to call Phil buttercup, which was honestly terrible, and Phil decided to take back every good thing that he’d ever said about his relationship with Dan. Obviously it was a terrible relationship and he should have never started dating Dan in the first place if it was going to be like this.

When they came to a stop in front of their destination, Phil raised his eyebrows. “Egg Harbour?” he read quizzically. “You’re taking me to a place called Egg Harbour for a date?”

Dan scoffed with offense and pushed Phil out of the vehicle, claiming that he can’t knock it until he tries it.

They really were that gross gay couple, though, and Phil took full pride in that as he and Dan latched their hands together and refused to separate, even as they sat down. When they sat at their table, they sat on the same side instead of across from each other, just so that they could be close and huddle together. Phil was content with his thigh resting against Dan’s and their feet entwined together, and it wasn’t exactly the most perfect date spot, but Phil thought it was perfect just because it was with Dan.

Egg Harbour was admittedly the cutest place that Phil had ever been to. It was decorated with a lot of chicken statues and portraits of eggs, and they had really adorable colourful ceramic mugs. When they ordered their food - a vegetable skillet and an omelet - the server brought them some breakfast rolls with berry preserves. Phil especially appreciated the server’s bowtie, which had little chickens on it.

The upside was that Phil now understood what business casual attire meant.

Phil ordered a mango banana smoothie to go along with his meal, and it was admittedly one of the best things that he had ever tasted. It was so good that he had to snatch it away from Dan multiple times, who kept trying to steal his drink. He always let Dan have a sip in the end though, just because Dan’s pouting face was so cute and Phil would probably sell his soul just to see Dan smile all the time.

Their food was absolutely wonderful as well. They ended up splitting their meals with each other because both of their meals were just so damn good, and the eggs were cooked to actual perfection and the cheese melted in his mouth and everything was just so damn delicious that he knew they had to come back here again.

Everything was calm. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t uncomfortable or forced. Phil felt like he was having a nice lunch with his best friend. His best friend that held his hand all throughout their meal because Dan was left handed and he was right handed so they could be that couple. For once, Phil didn’t feel like he was walking on eggshells, uncertain of every move and wondering if Dan would like him after this date. They were wearing their matching jumpers and joking around and sharing their food, and it was simple, but it was so them that it hurt.

Halfway through, Phil realised that a date or a celebration or whatever the fuck this was didn’t need to be overcomplicated. It could be relaxed. They could wear business casual and eat eggs during lunch time and hold hands while doing so. They could wear matching outfits and kiss each other on the cheek and Phil could laugh when Dan dropped a giant splotch of ketchup onto his jeans.

It was probably one of the best dates that Phil had ever been on. It wasn’t the fact that they hadn’t gone anywhere extravagant or wild. It wasn’t that it was unique in any way. And that was why it was so good, in all honesty. Phil felt like he could be himself, like he could be completely relaxed around Dan. Things were just so easy and Phil liked that.

With Nico, Phil felt like he always had to impress or else Nico wouldn’t like him anymore. But it wasn’t like that with Dan at all. With Dan, Phil was already loved. He wasn’t trying to impress him at all. Dan had already seen Phil in all of his worst states, so he could truly and utterly be himself without an ounce of worry.

It was strange, but it was good, and Phil knew he never wanted this to change. He wanted to keep having relaxed dates. He wanted to keep being himself. He wanted to keep wearing dumb matching jumpers with Dan.

He wanted to enjoy the person he was dating, rather than stress about every little one of his actions.

And he could.

Chapter Thirty-Two

[jiminiesoreos]

Namjoon Smut - Wet

Requested by @thedawnsky

“Jin” you whined, stomping a foot- well, the one that wasn’t sprained to be specific- half slurring from the need for sleep that was pulling your eyelids down. “Kim Seokjinnnn” you cried once again, leaning your head against the wall, as you sat on a bed, legs dangling off the edge, hearing the chaos created by everyone else by the pool, basically grinding on each other as the bass pumped through the floor.

“Ya! Stop going full name on me! I can’t handle your sobbing anymore!” he complained, re-entering his room “Where is that boyfriend of yours, aaaigo!” he demanded as he  sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching forward to take your foot in his hand, resuming the massage he was so generously giving you for the last half an hour.

“I don’t know…” you groaned, leaning your head back with a sigh.

“I told you not to dance in those heels like that!” he complained for the hundredth time the same night. You rolled your eyes looking down at your foot, pouting slightly at the poor thing. Stupid upbeat songs and stupid heels.

You hissed slightly as his fingers applied more pressure. He gently massaged over your sprained ankle, his fingers giving you some momentary relief. “Aaaaha!” you cried out when he squeezed a little too hard.

“Sorry” he mumbled, smiling apologetically as he continued his work until a knock on the door stopped him. You looked up to see Namjoon standing near the door, eyes bloodshot as he looked at you, clearly drunk out of his mind.

“I think it’s time we leave” he murmured, slurring over his words, turning around to leave after his brief statement.

You looked at Jin questioningly at Namjoon’s weird behaviour. Usually a drunk Namjoon wasn’t like this. Ever since you got here, just after a small while he just left your side and disappeared, not bothering to check on you once the entire whole time which was really unusual. Jin shrugged, getting up to hand you your jacket. He helped you up off the bed, walking you out as you limped slightly, putting on your jacket. 

“Be safe” he patted your shoulder as you waved at him in a ‘bye’.

Namjoon and you did not speak the whole way, he sat quietly, not responding to any of your attempts at small conversations, which frankly annoyed you a lot. He just sat there, smoking a cigar as you drove with an eerie silence between you two. So you were not surprised as you walked out of the shower to see he was nowhere in sight. But yes, it was odd. “Namjoon?” you called out, as the rain drummed against the window, walking out to the stairs to see if he was downstairs “Namjoon!” you called out again, running around the house in a coral coloured satin babydoll that Namjoon had lovingly bought you saying coral looked best on you. “Do not tell me he went out in the rain!” you whined almost to yourself.

You groaned, finding him nowhere and rushed back upstairs, this time going straight to the rooftop. You halted at the top of the stairs, watching him sitting on the edge, legs dangling off, his black t-shirt clinging to his defined back, wet from the rain. His hair was mussed up, is face in his hands as the raindrops drenched him. “What are you doing there? Get inside!” you yelled over the sound of the rain. He didn’t move an inch. You hesitated for a moment before stepping out into the rain. 

Reaching the boy, you rested a hand on his shoulder as the rain slowly washed over you  “Baby, you’ll catch a cold” you spoke soothingly but he only slapped your hand away “What’s wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?!” you were doing your best to keep your tone steady.

He finally looked up from his hands but not at you “I know, right?” he laughed dryly, his voice barely audible over the drumming of the raindrops “What is wrong with me? Why am I being such a stubborn dick? He’s clearly better for you. Why can’t I just fucking accept that?” he snapped.

“What?!” you frowned, blinking another raindrop away “What are you-”

“You know exactly what I mean!” he yelled, looking up at your eyes for the first time with his own bloodshot ones. Clearly he had been crying and it somehow scared you “I see the way he cares about you and you care about him! Why the fuck are you even fucking around with me, Y/N?!” his tone got louder and louder “The moment you see him, I’m not even there! You look at him like he…like he should be me! He carries you around and gives you fucking massages! I hate it, Y/N! I hate him when he claims to be my friend and then tries to get his hands on what’s mine like he-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you exclaimed at his sudden accusation, shoving his shoulder forcefully before even realizing it “What do you mean I love him?! I do, Namjoon but as a friend! Not like I love you! Not like I have all these feelings for you! Can you just not?!” you nearly yelled “Stop thinking everything in the universe is about you and stop thinking he’s trying to get his hands on-”

“DON’T YOU DARE YELL AT ME!” he shouted back, intimidating you “WELL THEN TELL ME WHY?! WHY IS HE ALWAYS THERE TO DO THE THINGS I SHOULD DO?” he got up to tower over you as you flinched at his shouting, blinking as more raindrops fell on your face “WHY IS HE ALWAYS NEARER TO YOU THAN I AM?!”

“Well, maybe because you aren’t” you half whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek along with the raindrops as you stepped away from him, pushing your wet hair aside as a sob quietly escaped you. The look you received told you this wasn’t the smartest move.

His hands were suddenly gripping at you waist, pulling you closer to him “What did you say?” you flinched again, your heart beating fast as a ball of guilt started building up inside of you “You’re gonna regret this baby doll” his hand sneaked up to the back of your head, his eyes burning into yours “I’m not Jin” he just smirked and the next moment you felt two plump lips smashing into your own. Your eyes went wide from the impact as his other hand pulled your hips closer to his own. You tried to push him away with the hands that were trapped between you two, only to be pulled back more. “Mm-Namjoon!” you tried slightly to speak against his hungry lips, however, he took no notice and just pulled your face back to kiss you as you whimpered. 

“Shut up” he just said against your lips, continuing with his own, ignoring the fact that you weren’t responding back. You smelled the mixture of alcohol and cigars still staining his breath, wincing slightly. His tongue probed your stubborn lips which were still pressed together which only angered him even more as he brought his hand to grip at your neck, squeezing around it knowing all too well that it was a bit too forceful. You gasped a little at the air being cut off and he took the opportunity to pry his way in. You half moaned at the hot, wet muscle meeting your own, a deadly contrast to the coldness of the raindrops that were drenching you both. And in that moment, you knew you had lost.

Feeling you relaxing, he bit on your lip once, tugging on it before letting go and moving to your jaw, planting hot, wet kisses all along it, moving to your neck and licking a stripe upwards from the base to your jaw, threading his hand at the back of your wet hair and pulling on it to tilt your head to have better access. You felt his mouth find the spot he marks over and over again and closed your eyes as he sank his teeth in, flicking over the spot with his tongue on occasion as he sucked.

His other hand left your hips to move to your thighs, hitching one of them up to his waist. Your crotches met and you moaned softly, making Namjoon pull back to  look at your eyes with his own dark ones, stopping any movement “Now, don’t tell me you like this, do you?” he smirked as a raindrop rolled down his flushed lips, rolling his hips to rub his hardness against you, making tingles shoot up your nerves. You nodded slowly, not knowing what to do. “That’s ironic isn’t it? How you were all over Jin hyung all night” his hand moved to your ass “and you still want me, you little slut” he emphasized the last word with a sharp slap to your ass and you gasped, jerking a little, causing your crotches to grind together, making you moan again. He grinned in triumph, moving the hand up to cup your breast as his mouth found your earlobe. “Can he make you feel this?” he spoke, sucking on your earlobe as his hand squeezed at your breast, making you suck in a harsh breath as he kneaded the flesh in a way that you knew was going to form several bruises. His teeth nipped at your earlobe as his hand then roamed down the wet silk you had on, going to the back of your knee and before you knew it, your legs were being hitched up and your back was meeting a rough wet surface as he lay you down on the ground, his body coming down on top of yours.

His lips found yours again, his hand moving down to your underwear to feel the condition of it, which wasn’t just due to the rain. A low groan sounded from his throat as he rubbed his fingers up your clothed folds, wet in every meaning of the word. You struggled to breathe against his wet mouth as he applied more pressure to his movements “Namjoon, please...mm...more” you whispered only for him to stop. He pulled back again, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“What makes you think you’re allowed to order me around?” you breathed heavily at his dominating tone. He sat up to rid himself of his t-shirt “Now, here’s how this is gonna work” he spoke, aligning his face with yours again, his toned, built torso now bare, slick and wet as raindrops bounced off it “I do whatever I please, however I please and if I hear one order slip from your mouth, you bet your ass your body’s not gonna be able to function for a month, got it?” you figured it was a rhetorical question as he moved down to pull your breast out over the lace trimmed neckline, his lips taking the mound between them as his other hand squeezed at your other one. 

His tongue flicked over the nipple, making your back arch as a pleasured “ahh” fell from your lips. The sound went straight to his cock and it twitched against your leg. He breathed slightly around your nipple before pulling your hand to his bulge between you and guiding you to rub it just the way he liked. His hips rolled against your hand as he gave your other breast the same treatment with his mouth. You squeezed him harder from the pleasure, causing him to groan and sink his teeth into your nipple, making you cry out as he tugged on it.

He stopped your hand suddenly and got up to rid himself of his pants. His pant coming down first, followed by his boxers, his erection  springing free before he kneeled down over you, bunching up the silk of your nightgown in his hands. And before you could comprehend what that look of annoyance was for, he was tearing it in half, making your jaw fall open as you lay bare under the rain, the cool droplets hitting your heated body as Namjoon straddled your waist with a pleased expression. His hands roamed all over your body, curving over the ups and downs, all the while looking into your eyes with a gaze that was almost challenging. His hands reached your panties and he tugged on the waistband, only to snap it back, making it hit your throbbing clit. You flinched from his actions as he grinned before ripping them in half too.

He gripped your hips in his hands, his thumb gently brushing over your clit. Your back arched even more, seeking more contact. “Look at you” he shook his head in mock amusement “You’re so hungry, aren’t you, baby? Tell me who you’re so hungry for?”

“You” you croaked out, rolling your hips up into his hands.

“I can’t hear you over the rain” 

“You, Namjoon, you” you almost cried out “Fuck me”

He smirked before landing his hand in a slap right over your pussy making your hips jerk from the slap as well as the contact of his fingers on your clit “I told you to not order me around, didn’t I?” and another slap followed. His fingers then shoved inside of you, all three at once, making you writhe with a dragged out ‘ughhh’. “So tell me, did Jin hyung’s massage feel better, baby?” he mocked, bringing his face down to lick at your clit as his fingers curled inside of you “Did it feel like this?” he shoved his tongue in alongside the fingers he had in you and it was too much as you cried out from the pleasure as he worked his fingers in and out of you and his tongue lapped up the juices his actions produced. 

He then moved down to leave his marks on your thighs, his fingers never stopping their pounding. You struggled to breathe as his actions rocked you back and forth, squelching sounds managing to fill the atmosphere despite the rain.”Ahh, Namjoon” you moaned “I’ll-”

“No you won’t” he snapped, but didn’t stop his fingers as you struggled to hold back your orgasm. You looked at him with eyes begging for mercy. Mercy which he was not going to offer you anytime soon. “Turn over, face down. Ass up” he commanded.

You silently obeyed, moving to turn over on your hands and knees, your face meeting the wet, rough concrete of the ground and your ass up, feeling the raindrops bounce off your skin. You waited for Namjoon to touch you but only heard groans, meaning he was stroking himself as he made you wait for him.

Moments later, you felt his tip poke at your entrance “Fuck” he muttered, running a hand over your ass “You’re mine, you understand that?”he brought his hand down in a spank “You’re for me and only me to enjoy” he rammed his length inside of you simultaenously with the second spank, making you face slide against the concrete and it wasn’t the most comfortable feeling. However, he steadied you with a hand on your waist to prevent you from falling forwards. You yelled as he landed another sharp spank and a hard thrust, which only pleasured him further. And it all fell into a rhythm after that, his hands spanking you timed with his thrusts, alternating between your left and right asscheeks.’He leaned over you, a hand threading in you hair, pulling your head back as he continued to pound into you “Damn, your pussy’s so tight” he growled, shoving his cock back and forth inside of you “Why’s your pussy so tight, you bitch? Jin didn’t fuck you, did he?” he pulled harder on your hair making you scream “Yeah, baby, just like that” he smirked “He couldn’t pleasure you like me, isn’t it?”

“Namjoon...” you groaned as he gripped your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts “Namjoon...ahhhhh” you cried loudly as his length went to places he has never been to before “Ah...ah...please...” you whimpered as he slapped his hips against yours, his other hand leaving your hair to pry down to your clit, rubbing hard circles with his fingers, your body heating up and the rain providing a cooling contrast immediately “Namjoon”

“Yes, baby, say my name” he groaned going deeper and increasing his pace “Say who you belong to” 

“YOU!” you sobbed out as he thrust particularly hard “I belong to you, Namjoon, please! It hurts” you sobbed.

“So does watching you with him” he landed another spank to your ass “Fuck, your ass is so red, baby” he groaned, rocking you back and forth, You clenched around his dick as he continued to pound relentlessly.

“Namjoon, I need to cum...”

“Not yet” he murmured and kept thrusting, his hand finding your dangling breasts and squeezing them way too hard. You screamed as he kneaded the flesh “I’m gonna use you to get off first, is that clear?”

“PLEASE...AAAAH...PLEASE!” you screamed, half sobbing from the way he was treating your body. The pain was pleasurable of course but it was painful nonetheless. “NAMJOON! I CAN’T HOLD BACK ANYMORE” you screamed as slapped his hips in quick succession before you felt his hot seed spilling into you, his hips moving as he rode out his high.

Pulling out of you, he bent down to examine his sperm leaking out of you before scooping it up with his fingers and turning you over onto your back again. ou breathed heavily from the exhaustion, your pussy throbbing for release. He bent over to wipe away the rainwater as well as the tears you didn’t know had managed to leave you up until now. “Suck” he held up his fingers, asking for you to taste him. You opened you mouth and he placed them on your tongue. You swirled you tongue around his fingers, sucking them clean before swallowing as you looked into his eyes “Mhmm, good girl” he praised “Now, since you’ve been good, get on my face, baby. I’ll let you cum” he lay down beside you, pulling your bare body over his and positioning your pussy right above his face. 

Making sure your legs were on either side of his head, he blew up onto your clit before licking a stripe up your folds “So sweet” he commented, tasting your juices mixed with his own. “You and I make a good combination, you know” he said, sucking it between his lips, massaging it roughly, his teeth occasionally grazing. You rocked your hips back on his tongue as he began treating it with long smooches.

His tongue then tapped at it for a while before he shoved it inside of you, swirling it around, tasting himself inside of you and groaning lowly his tongue curled inside of you, grazing against your g-spot which was really sensitive now and you squeezed your legs together around his head but his hands came up and pried them back open “Namjoon...” you whispered and that did something. His tongue began flicking in and out of you at a wild pace, reducing you to a groaning mess “Ah...ahh...fuck, Namjoon! So good” you cried out as his tongue fucked you. His hands came up to pinch at your swollen clit simultaneously and within moments you felt the heat beginning to pool at your pussy again “Namjoon, I’ll cum...” you moaned and his finger tapped at your clit even faster. 

The next thing you knew was that heat flooding your stomach, your legs, your toes curling and your vision was blacking out and your elbows were collapsing and a pair of hands were breaking your fall. You blinked to see Namjoon pulling you to his chest as your chest heaved up and down in a series of blissed-out pants.

You took notice that the rain had reduced to a light drizzle while you two had been at it. Namjoon’s hand came up to push your wet hair out of your face as he leaned down to place a small kiss to your lips, your wet eyelashes brushing together as he pulled back. You breathed heavily, looking up at his softening expression while he stared right back at you, both of you lying bare, wet on the rooftop under the angry skies. He finally smiled apologetically, looking up to feel the droplets falling on his face “I don’t know why I get so jealous...so possessive, I’m-I’m crazy but I just can’t control it-” he was speaking almost to himself before you cut him off, pulling his chin with tired fingers to look at you.

“There might be a million guys doing a million things, Namjoon, but I’ll only ever belong to you” you spoke softly, soothing away any of those jealous thoughts he might have remaining “I hope you know that”

He smirked, pulling you in to place a kiss to your forehead “Oh baby, I think the entire neighbourhood knows that” you feel a blush rising up to your face in realization of just how loud you two had been. You hid your face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment, smiling sheepishly. He chuckled, holding you close to him “I have one more reason to be happy, though” he grinned, making you look back up at him.

“What’s that?”

He smirked, leaning forwards “You squirted” and his lips were back on yours with the same amount of passion.

A/N:

Was this too long? Probably. Idk.

Thanks @thedawnsky for requesting! My first request. Yey! Let me know what you think.

Sorry for any mistakes.

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Road to Ruin [Chapter 2-Reader]

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader Rating: Somewhere between R and NC-17 I believe. Synopsis: The reader is setting up for a long weekend alone at the training facility when Jackson asks a weird request of her. Author’s Note: I literally wrote five different versions of this chapter, all VASTLY different from each other. I chose this one because it was way easier to write and the vibe was right. Hope you enjoy.

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The sun setting beneath the horizon marked the official start to the long weekend. This meant most of the dorms and the campus itself were emptying out, most people prepping for the massive party Jinyoung was throwing or heading home to see family and friends.

But for me, this meant silence. My roommate, who typically took several hours to prepare for whatever party was held that weekend, was surprisingly already gone. She usually was just ready to leave for the party when I was settling in for sleep.

With all the freedom that came with solitude and free time, I was wondering how to spend it. I had a few tapes from previous bouts that I could review for practice Tuesday evening, but I had four days to do that. I could go for a run and enjoy some fresh air, but I already did my cardio for the day. There was no use in overdoing it.

Instead of doing anything remotely productive, I decided checking Instagram was the better idea. Scrolling through the feed, I passed pictures of my sister in Tokyo, a few of my friends from my old high school having a big night out and a few photos from other athletes gearing up for Jinyoung's party. Perhaps these pictures were what a normal 22-year-old's weekend looked like. It involved friends and alcohol and trendy clothes. But for me, I was content in my sweatpants and my bed.

Just as I was becoming too disinterested my Instagram feed, something caught my attention. Well, not just something, a bare chest caught my attention.

It was pale and toned. Broad shoulders led to lean, slightly small but defined biceps. The pectorals that gripped my attention next were intoxicating in ways that I didn't know it could be. My teeth sunk deep into my bottom lip as I continued staring wordlessly at the picture of a very shirtless Mark. I swear I nearly passed out when I realized who it was, especially when I realized that beneath his oversized shirts lay a chiseled set of abs and sharp v-lines.

How the hell did Mark end up on my feed?

"For fuck's sake," I mumbled, looking at Jinyoung's icon just above the photo.

The picture was enough to distract me from mentally going on a tirade of how unironic and unappreciative I was of Jinyoung at this particular moment in life. My mind began to imagine what it felt like to stand in his arms. Did his toned chest feel hard to the touch or soft in a way? Would goosebumps appear over the skin if I ran a finger along his sternum or would he largely be unaffected by anything I did?

My phone vibrated violently in my hand, making me jump out of my skin. Eyebrows knitted together, I stared at the new text message banner at the top of the screen. Hitting it with my thumb, I watched as the thread of messages appeared from Youngjae.

Are you still around campus?

Yup :), I texted back.

I am so hungry my stomach is cannibalizing itself. Can we eat?

Laughing, I nodded my head before texting a quick yes. Promising to meet him in ten minutes, he quickly texted back a response.

If I'm still alive in ten minutes...

Youngjae was a new friend. Accidental, but still a good friend. Beach volleyball is one of those sports I didn't know was an Olympic sport until I met an actual beach volleyball player. Youngjae and I were in the infirmary for different reasons. I needed to be cleared after spraining my ankle a few weeks before and Youngjae wandered in there after saying he was lost.

Apparently it was his first day at the training facility and he had no idea where he was going. Instead of sitting around and waiting for the trainer and doctor to see me, I walked him to the dorms.

How we actually became friends? That was still a mystery to me.

By the time I made it to the commissary, he was already seated at a small table, eating. Smiling to myself, I rushed toward the station that served soup, asking for as many servings as they would allow.

Taking a seat at the table with my soup and assorted roasted vegetables, I grinned back at Youngjae.

"Seems you couldn't even wait a couple minutes."

Youngjae looked up from his tray with a guilty smile, "I told you my stomach was eating itself."

A light laugh settled between us as I shook my head. "I just thought you were being overdramatic."

"Excuse me, I'm never overdramatic."

"Was the extra emphasis on the word never supposed to back up that argument or...?"

Playfully pouting, my brunette friend grumbled. "I'm hungry, stop trying to out think me right now."

We spent a total of fifteen minutes eating in a comfortable silence. We seemed to be the only two people in the commissary besides the cooks who were beginning to clean the grills and shut down for the evening. When Youngjae reached his dessert of strawberry yogurt, he finally decided to speak.

"Seems everybody is going to Jinyoung's party."

I hummed in response, not finding it to be a big deal.

"Have you ever been to one?"

Looking up, I thought about it. "No."

"And that doesn't bother you?"

"No."

"Why?"

I shrugged, "What's the big deal? It's just Jinyoung and it's just a party."

"Noona, it's Jinyoung's party."

"Trust me, you're not missing out on much. You're probably better off spending Friday night on campus anyway."

I watched as Youngjae pursed his lips, scrunching his nose as he mulled over the statement. "You're probably right, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to go one of these times."

"I'm sure he'll have plenty more."

I couldn't be sure how much time was spent between the two of us, complaining about our training partners and coaches, but it didn't seem like very long. And maybe that's why I liked hanging out with Youngjae. While I wouldn’t consider him my best friend (he's definitely close to it), it was easy hanging out with him. He didn't come with girl drama like Jackson did and he wasn't fussy about how we hung out. He hardly pointed out how non-existent my love life was and I found it easy to discuss things outside of the training facility with him.

"Are you free next Tuesday?" Youngjae asked out of the blue.

Thinking over my schedule, I gave a light shrug, "Maybe? Depends on the time."

"Are you free after lunch on Tuesday?"

"No. Why? Do you need someone?"

"Well, I need a suit for my sister's wedding coming up and I need a second opinion."

I snorted, shaking my head. "You really want fashion advice from me?"

His boisterous laugh filled the empty commissary and I couldn't help but give Youngjae a genuine smile. His laugh was too infectious and happy for me to do any differently.

"No, no, no, not fashion advice," he clarified. "It wouldn't be anything like that. I just want you to tell me if it looks good or not."

Nodding, I popped my last piece of carrot into my mouth. As I chewed, I thought about the possibility of pushing my weight training until after fencing practice so that I could help Youngjae out.  

"Why not ask Jackson?"

Youngjae's face completely changed. I'm not saying he paled, because that would be hard to tell in this lighting, but he definitely wore an expression close to it. Eyes wide, lips puckered in surprise he looked somewhat frightened of the idea.

"No," he shook his head.

I was confused at this.

"Why not? He's kind of stylish for a rugged guy," I pointed out. "I'm sure he'd be able to give a better-formed opinion on a man's suit."

"I can't ask Jackson."

"Why not?"

"He scares me," he blurted, an honest look on his face as he looked back at his empty tray.

I laughed, "Jackson isn't..."

Trailing off, I had to consider that while I knew Jackson for three years, I never once considered him scary. A huge presence? Yes. Loud and somewhat uncomfortably nosey? Of course. A flirt with any and everyone? Absolutely. But he wasn't scary to me. In fact, for the first three months I knew him I regarded him more as a cankerous sore on the inside of my cheek.  

But once you learn to deal with his loud, vivacious personality, the stigma or the mystique melted away. Jackson was just a good guy who wanted to be loved and well-liked underneath it all. Simple as that. It was just hard to remember that most people didn't see that when they saw Jackson.

"I'll see what I can do to clear my schedule on Tuesday just after lunch, happy?"

Beaming back at me, the largest smile of the night illuminating his face, Youngjae nodded and clapped his hands.

"It's settled then!"

By the time I reached my dorm room, the entire campus was dead. The athletes who were attending Jinyoung's party already gone along the rest who were leaving to visit family over the long weekend. Being on a nearly empty campus probably should've freaked me out a little more, but I loved it.

As I changed into my pajamas, there was only one pesky thought that kept filtering in and out of my consciousness. Jinyoung’s Instagram post from earlier with the very shirtless Mark. Did he know how low those shorts were riding on his narrow hips when the picture was taken? Was he aware that the lighting perfectly hit every dip and curve of his muscles?

Of course not, I scolded as I flopped onto my bed, staring directly up at the ceiling.

Crushes were such a poorly-explored subject for me. After dedicating so much time and effort into fencing, I gave up most of my "normal" teenage years. While girls in middle school were talking about boys and makeup, I was watching Swiss Fencer Marcel Fischer win gold at the Olympics in Athens. Instead of having fun, going on dates or getting caught up in the drama of teen life, I was practicing intensely outside of all my schoolwork.

If only I could've directed some of this determination into academics.

Somehow, without my brain being consulted, my fingers unlocked my phone and pulled up Instagram again. Once my eyes landed on the picture of shirtless Mark again, I felt my whole chest constrict. My skin seared uncomfortably and a tension grew somewhere in the pit of my stomach. I was growing uncomfortable and soon, I was sweaty.  

Why did it feel like I was dying of heat stroke?

Tossing my phone onto the night stand, I ignored the sound it made as it clattered onto the wooden surface. My mind was too preoccupied. Fabricated images of shirtless Mark began to invade, making me close my eyes. In my imagination he knew me, acknowledged my existence. And his lean arms were locked around me, no sign of slackening his grip.  

That's where my mind began to wander into deeply unknown territory. His luscious lips firmly pressed into my neck as I stood there, like the inexperienced awkward fish I was. In my imagination, Mark's arms slackened just enough to allow his hands to explore. Fingertips lightly brushed over the thin material of my sleep shirt before tracing along my spine.

Real me sighed. Closing my eyes, I tried to get a grip on the situation. There was no use in getting myself all worked up when I wasn't even remotely close to doing anything about it. It's not like I could just wish him to appear in my room and fix my stress.

But that didn't stop my mind from suggesting other means—my typical means.

While others found me to be some kind of asexual robot that lacked the capability of even comprehending sexual acts, I was indeed a fan of taking care of myself. I was never inclined to have random sex and getting to know someone well enough to have it was an exhausting endeavor. It also took a lot of time that my training schedule didn't afford me. So this method was far more preferred than others.

Burying myself beneath the sheets, Mark's face very vividly appearing in my mind, I lifted my shirt just enough. My fingers hit the hemline of my underwear and I sighed. I'm not sure why I was so nervous but I was. Perhaps it was because my mind was scarily accurate about recreating Mark for this fantasy.

My eyes slipped closed ever so lightly as I felt my legs begin to bend at the knee, spreading just enough. Teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I tried to keep the loud sigh buried as far back in my throat as possible at the feeling of my fingers gliding over the cotton material.

Imaginary Mark was soft with his touch and even softer with his kisses. Real me was turning into an asthmatic mess on the bed, hand buried between my thighs and eyes squeezed shut.

And that's when I heard it. The scream.

My eyes tore open as I lied there frozen.

There was a large amount of coughing filling the room from my unseen visitor. I didn't dare look over. The embarrassment I was already enduring was enough to kill me.

"Shit, I mean-I was just-I can—"

The voice gave everything away. In all my horror, I wished I could somehow become with the very fibers of my bed sheets.

"Y/N."

"Jackson, GET THE FUCK OUT!"

I didn't watch him as he left, instead choosing to stare at the ceiling and curse the very day I was born. Why the fuck was Jackson still hanging around and why the hell did he have to walk into my room at this very second?

Once I was sure I couldn't physically die from this level of embarrassment, I got dressed in actual pants and put a bra on before switching out my shirt and putting hand sanitizer on before opening my door.

And there was Jackson, his big brown eyes going soft and innocent in the hopes I would easily forgive him.  

"What the hell dude?"

"This is mostly your fault since you gave me the key code to your door a year ago," he pointed out. "You should've changed it after that."

"Why are you here?"

"Existentially or right here right now?"

My glare was all the answer he needed.

"Instead of where?"

"Oh, I don’t know, Jinyoung's party?" 

He gave a simple sigh, "Jinyoung's party got moved to BamBam's house. Something about Jinyoung having explosive diarrhea?"

I laughed, thanking the Heavens for small mercies. "All of a sudden I'm motivated to check out one of Jinyoung's famous parties."

Playfully shoving my arm Jackson laughed himself.  

"So let me ask a more specific question," I continued. "Why did you barge into the room? What couldn't wait for as long as it would've taken me to hear you knocking and open the door myself?"

And that’s when Jackson's face changed. For a second, I wondered if he was having flashbacks to a minute before when he walked in on me. But when he shuffled his feet, I figured it was bigger than walking in on his best friend.

Flashing dark eyes at me, a serious expression on his face, he answered. "I needed to ask a favor."

"Okay," I said cautiously.

Silence only followed the statement and I sighed deeply. "Are you going to explain it or...?"

"I can't go into details at this point," he replied, pressing his lips together.

"Then how can I agree to do the favor?"

"Because you're my best friend and I haven't asked for a favor like this before. It's important."

I stared back at him, sizing up the situation. The tone of his voice was verging on desperate. This was probably the most serious I would ever see him and to top it off, his words kind of scared me. Instead of acting dower, I decided to take a note out of Jackson's playbook.

"You didn't kill Coach Yoo did you?"

"No, just Jinyoung."

Though his face wasn't showing any humor, he was definitely joking about Jinyoung. I found myself laughing despite the atmosphere he just created.

"Then I'm already in. Yes I will hide his body in the infirmary."

When he didn't laugh, I decided to shut up. The silence stretched a little longer, but he seemed to be in the process of phrasing his next sentence.

"How important is this?" I asked suddenly, disrupting his mental conversation with himself.

He blinked a couple of times to reorient himself in our physical conversation. "It's the difference between whether I get to continue my training here in Korea or go back to China."

And suddenly the weight of the situation came crashing down. If I had known the severity of this, I wouldn't have made such light jokes. As much as Jackson annoyed me and as much as I always joked about him going back to China, I didn't want him to. He was my best friend and one of the only people keeping me sane besides Youngjae. I needed him here. But even deeper than that, he was my best friend and if he needed me to scale a mountain I would.  

"But," he added before I could open my mouth with my answer. "If you agree to do this favor, you can't ask me about it until I tell you. Just know I would owe you big time. Like name my first born after you-level of owing you."

What did I have to lose really? Jackson was my best friend. And besides, it's not like he's asking me to murder anyone. The guy is too much of a social butterfly to put enough effort into hating anyone on that level. So, putting aside any doubt, I gave him a small smile.

"I'll do it."

"You will?" he asked, a childish gleam in his dark brown eyes twinkling back at me. His lips stretched into a hopeful smile and whatever doubt I still had vanished.

"Of course, you're my best friend."

Before I could end the sentence, he picked me up in a bear hug, squeezing me tightly before releasing me.

"You're a lifesaver. I'll let you know when I'm ready to call in that favor."

Placing an obnoxious kiss on my cheek which made me squirm more than anything, he rushed down the hallway, no doubt heading to the party over at BamBam’s. While I was happy agreeing to do this unspecified favor for Jackson, I was still uneasy.

What the hell did I just agree to?

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