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This fic won my poll and I’m so happy with how it turned out~

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Characters: Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe

Summary:

“This one looks good.” Joe hummed before making their selection. Cherry followed his finger to the touch screen and snorted, getting his attention.

“That’s presumptuous,” he said as he noted the words ‘STAY’ written in bold, red letters, implying the full night. “We’re getting on in years, you know.”

At that, Joe chuckled. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “I plan on sleeping after.” Then he smiled. “Unless you’re up for rinsing off and making it out with wet hair and seconds left till checkout.” His grin turned cheeky and Cherry glowered.

“That was one time.”

Or, Joe and Cherry go to a love hotel~

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Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Love Hotels, Banter, Bickering, Fluff and Smut, Mirror Sex, Massage, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Flavored Lube, Condoms, Blushing, Idiots in Love, Praise, Kissing, Teasing, Bathtubs, Biting, Body Appreciation, Muscles, Pet Names, Laughter During Sex, Enthusiastic Consent

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A quick definition: Wakame Sake - A sexual act in which a person pours sake into the valley that appears in their lap when their legs are closed. Their partner then drinks the sake from there.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Explicit (probably closer to M, but just to be safe) Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Characters: Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe Summary:

“You know,” Cherry noted as Joe leaned away to grab the bottle. “This is traditionally done with sake, not with Bordeaux.”

Joe’s grin widened. “True,” he said. “But I’m also not a lecherous, old businessman, either, so I guess we’re breaking tradition tonight.”

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Established Relationship, Short One Shot, Short & Sweet, Fluff and Smut, Wakame Sake, Body Shots, Blow Jobs, Flirting, Banter, Teasing, Body Worship, Wine, Drinking, (It's a little spicy)

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Something spicy we talked about on Discord that demanded to be written~

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Carla (SK8 the Infinity) Summary:

Cherry did not leave Carla alone in Joe’s presence again after that. For weeks. At ‘S.’ In the restaurant. When he’d come over for movie night. Wherever Cherry went, Carla went with him. It was frustrating because Joe was just so damn curious.

It wasn’t until he’d finished closing up the restaurant early one night and decided to hand-deliver Cherry his usual order to-go, that he realized just what else Joe Mode could do.

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Childhood Friends, Friends With Benefits, Accidental Voyeurism, Sex Toys, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Masturbation, A.I. Vibrator, Vibrators, Banter, Bickering, Flirting, Confessions, Love Confessions, Fluff and Smut, smut and humor, Smidge of Jealousy

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My first nsfw fic for Matcha Blossom! (I hope you enjoy it!)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Summary:

Joe had a thing for legs. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t find other parts of the human body attractive. For example, a cute face. Great smile. Nice rack. Long hair. Sharp eyes. Strong arms. A powerful roundhouse kick.

Wait.

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Banter, Flirting, Teasing, Explicit Sexual Content, Body Worship, leg worship, Love Bites, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Intercrural Sex (implied), Friends With Benefits, On-Again/Off-Again Relationship, (It's complicated but they're in love), Childhood Friends

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Hey, everyone! It's been a while~

Should I keep my nsfw blog? Or combine it with main? What are the rules for 18+ written content on tumblr these days?

I want to do what makes people the most comfortable while scrolling. So maybe keeping this blog separate is the better option?

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I know explicit nsfw fiction wasn’t mentioned in the rollout of new guidelines, but you can always find my work on AO3.

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Hey! I'm a big fan of your After "I Do" series. Do you have plans to continue it any time soon or no? Sorry to bother. Just love me some good Akafuri in my life! 😂😁

You’re not bothering me at all! I love my After “I Do” series. I just haven’t been much into writing KnB lately. I still love it (and AkaFuri!) but I haven’t been inspired. Once I get over my current obsession, I’ll probably go back to my old fandoms (which I still love) 

I’m really glad you’ve been enjoying it, though! Thank you for letting me know! ♥

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Pun Time

Would you say that a person with a praise kink is someone who comes highly recommended?

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What happens when Mickey becomes more confident in bed? *waggles eyebrows*

*casually brushes dust and cobwebs off of this blog*

Well, well, Anon. I think it might look a little something like this. Or maybe this. Or possibly this. Or this. Or how about this? 

But, what it all comes down to, is Michele setting his pride aside and showing Emil just how much he loves and wants him. And Emil approves.

Shy and oblivious Mickey is cute (and frustrating) but confident Mickey is hotter than hell - Emil (internally)

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It’s Sousuke’s Birthday today!!  Now to post a bunch of fics featuring everyone’s favorite whale shark~  Please enjoy ^^ UPDATED: 2017

Sousuke’s Birthday Bash 2016:

Namaste - SouRin - Rated T - Romantic

Cygnet - SouTori - Rated G - Friendly

Prerequisite - SouMomo - Rated G - Friendly

Our Place - SouMako - Rated E - Romantic

Never Have I Ever - SouHaru - Rated M* - Romantic

Sou-chan! - SouGisa - Rated G - Friendly

Lost - SouRei - Rated G - Friendly

Kiss Me - SouKisu - Rated T - Ambiguous?

SouRin:

That One Sports Anime Crossover - chapters 2 and 5 Yours - hybrid child au Rinderella - my absolute favorite fic ever, lol And Baby Makes Three - adventures in babysitting Just a Sip - drabble feat. cola It’s Always Been You - confession fic Searching - pirate au! Swimming 100 Meters in Your Jammers - body swap Midnight Swim - tranquility in fic form The Happiest Place - disney double date An Extra Shot - coffee shop au The Call - vampire merman au Hearing The Call - sequel to above Burnt - reapply sunscreen pls First Class - dorks on a plane Beach Volleyball - feat. daisuga Even - first date + fireworks Expecting - feat. familial sougou Morning, Sunshine - fluff Namaste - rin in yoga pants Their Beach - mersharks Red Koi - future fish/yakuza au

SouRin NSFW:

Always Have, Always Will - my first fic on AO3 \(ToT)/ Under Arrest - hot cops Fever - my least favorite, tbh Targeted - still a wip Just a Trim - barber!sousuke Bound - shibari Private Dance - stripper!sousuke What You Feel - switching Possession - x-men au Lucky - domestic realness Mile High - steamy sequel to First Class Birthday Gifts - rin’s birthday 2017

SouMako:

Kiss Me Massage Closet Confessions Faint Feeling the Rain Future Fish AU iZombie AU

SouMako NSFW:

That Voice - “mako sings good” - sousuke Our Place - sequel

I miss writing for my fave… It’s been so long!!

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Here’s the bonus chapter~

Parts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (end) Also available on AO3: Switched

Sara stretched her legs out, her toes brushing under the seat in front of her. First class would have been nicer, but she didn’t mind the switch. She was just happy that the airline had let them change their itinerary at such short notice.

It was only right that, after finally admitting their feelings for each other, Michele and Emil had more than just a couple hours to celebrate.

The flight attendants were moving along the rows, checking to make sure that all the passengers were ready for takeoff.

Sara was looking out the window, completely lost in though, when she felt a hand on hers, giving it a little squeeze. She squeezed back and smiled.

“I’m just so proud,” she breathed. Never in her life would she have thought her stubborn brother would admit his feelings to Emil, let alone practically scream his confession and kiss him in the middle of a hotel lobby.

Of course, she didn’t think her brother would swap bodies with him either.

“Good going, Big Brother,” she whispered and then turned to the side. “Do you think they made their flight?”

“I can’t be sure,” Mila replied, brushing her thumb over Sara’s knuckles in a soothing fashion. “We probably should have called their hotel room or gotten them a wake-up call.”

“Yeah,” Sara agreed. “They were making up for a lot of lost time,” she mused. “They probably fell back asleep the moment we left.”

“And after you worked so hard to make sure Emil got your seat beside Mickey.” Mila shook her head. “Those boys…”

Sara chuckled and then leaned her head on Mila’s shoulder, wondering how the two were going to explain missing their flight to the entirety of the Crispino family waiting for them at the airport. Those boys…

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Are you working on more michemil stuff after the body swap? :3

I sure will be!! I just wanted to make sure I got this one finished first.

Besides, Crispino Day is coming up!! XD

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I ❤️ the body swap au

Thank you, Anon! I’m so glad!Here, take the penultimate installment~ XDParts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (end)Also available on AO3: Switched

Michele waited for him to answer. Did Emil really think he was playing him? Was he playing him? Looking back, it was suspicious. They’d kissed, several times, in fact. And yet…there was no moving on from that. Michele had been grateful, since it meant he didn’t have to face what he’d done.

But was he hurting Emil by still avoiding the subject after all this time?

Unfortunately, Emil didn’t get to answer. Mila had interrupted, teasing them a bit before they returned to their original mission: making it through the lobby and to the Chinese restaurant without any further delay.

Michele was in a fog as they walked. He stared at the ground, the voices around him muffled like he was hearing them through a thick glass dome. But the things Emil’s friends had said echoed in his ears, clear as day.

He’d spent a lot of time - more than he’d care to admit - thinking about all that he and Emil had shared. The first time they’d accidentally kissed, and Michele had subsequently run away, he was mortified. But, when the opportunity arose again, he’d waited, holding his breath as Emil leaned closer, his mouth tasting like the sweet mixed drink he’d ordered, but also like something else. Something much sweeter.

Michele wouldn’t say that his kisses with Emil were guilty pleasures. They were pleasurable, yes, and he certainly felt guilty the following morning, but…

But they were more than that. They were confessions never uttered. Feelings poorly expressed. They were hints at something more. And it terrified him.

What if Emil found out about his feelings? What then? Would he accept them like his easy, late-night kisses? Or would he laugh - No. Michele wouldn’t even finish that thought. Emil would never hurt him in that way.

Not like Michele had been hurting him.

“Thank you!” Sara called loudly, pulling him from his reverie. She waved at the server and then turned toward Michele and Emil. “Moment of truth two-point-oh,” she said, biting her lip and holding out a tray with two fortune cookies on it.

Michele didn’t even look up at Emil. He couldn’t meet his eyes after realizing what he’d been doing. What he’d done. 

He unwrapped the cookie and cracked it open, pulling out the fortune. As he read it, his eyes went wide.

There is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved.

That was it. It wasn’t about being afraid. And it wasn’t about worrying over every detail. He loved Emil.

He was in love with Emil. 

It was so obvious that it was stupid. How could he have not realized such a simple fact? His feelings weren’t all that complicated.

Michele turned toward Emil, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Emil gasped, his brow furrowing in concern. “Mickey, what’s wro-”

“Emil,” Michele began, dropping his fortune as he drew closer. He lifted his hands, both hovering on either side of Emil’s head before he let them come to rest on his cheeks. “Emil, I…” He swallowed and took a deep breath, looking him right in the eye. “I love you.”

And then he kissed him. And, oh, Emil was kissing back, wrapping his arms around Michele’s waist and smiling against his lips. 

“Mickey,” Emil replied, voice muffled by their kiss. “I love you, too.”

Michele didn’t know when he’d closed his eyes, but they fluttered open when Emil pulled back, panting against his open mouth.

“Mickey,” he sighed, smiling down at him. His dark blue eyes sparkling in the light.

Wait a moment. Blue eyes?

Michele blinked in order to focus, his vision still a little hazy from lack of breath. He stared up at Emil, slowly moving one of his hands from the side of Emil’s head to pinch the other’s cheek. “You’re you,” he said, astonished.

Emil smiled, the backs of his fingers brushing along Michele’s jaw. “And you’re you.”

“It worked!” Mila shouted, drawing them out of their own little world. “Hah! I told you!” She gave Sara a hug and an audible smooch on the cheek.

“Yes,” Sara giggled, pushing the other girl off, but linking their hands before she got too far away. “Good job.”

“So, it was the fortune cookies, after all.” Mila bobbed her head as if agreeing with herself. “I’m a genius.”

“I won’t argue that last part,” Sara said and then looked directly at Michele, whose cheeks heated under her gaze. “But I’m not so sure it was just the cookies.”

“Well, I’m just glad to be back in my own body,” Emil said, placing an arm over Michele’s shoulders. “But if the answer was a kiss like that…” He raked his teeth over his bottom lip. “I’d gladly swap back and do it again.”

“Obviously, there’s no need,” Michele said with a frown and Emil’s face fell. But then Michele moved closer, wrapping an arm around the other’s waist. “We don’t need to swap. You can,” he swallowed, cheeks warm. “You can kiss me whenever you’d like.”

For the first time since Michele had met him, Emil was stunned to silence. But, always a quick one to recover, Emil blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Michele shifted his weight. “We’re dating, right?”

“Oh.” Emil flushed bright red to the tips of his ears. “Um…is that okay?”

“Well, you love me and I l-love you, so…” Michele trailed off, but, thankfully, Sara stepped in.

“Finally!” she cheered. She placed a hand on Michele’s shoulder. “See? All you had to do was confess!”

“And don’t forget the fortune cookies!” Mila chimed in.

“Yes, the fortune cookies…helped,” Sara placated. “Anyway,” she continued with a slight shake of her head. “We have a bit before we need to go to the airport. What shall we do?”

Michele knew what he’d like to do, but he was unsure if he had the ability to vocalize it. He’d run out of steam after so many embarrassing moments.

“If it’s alright with you ladies, I think Mickey and I should head back to the room,” Emil said and Michele turned toward him, eyes wide. “We need to get our things together and…” He glanced over at Michele, a sheepish smile on his lips. “We should probably kiss again. Just to make sure it took.”

“Oh, of course!” Sara winked. “We wouldn’t want you to switching back, now would we?” She placed her hands on Mila’s shoulders and steered her back toward the elevators. “C’mon, Mila. Let’s give them some privacy.”

“Ugh, fine.” She sighed, looking longingly over her shoulder. “But now I really want Chinese food.”

Michele and Emil watched them go. Then Emil leaned over and gently nudged Michele with his elbow. “I hope you didn’t mind that. I…uh..just thought-”

He cut him off with a kiss, loving the dopey little smile it put on Emil’s face. “I don’t mind.” He grinned. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

AAAHHHH!!!  FINALLY!! So it was a confession (and cookies, I suppose, Mila) that switched them back!

Thanks for sticking with me~ Only one chapter to go!

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PLEASE!!!!!! More body swap au

Ask and you shall receive (eventually, because I will finish this, haha)Thanks, Anon! These messages motive me~

Parts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8Also available on AO3: Switched

Oh no.  

Oh no, no, no.

This was impossible. Why were they here, of all places?

Emil wracked his brain, trying to remember if his friends from college had mentioned anything about coming to his competition. His mom had said something over the phone about saying ‘hi,’ but he hadn’t assumed it would be in person!

And now, here they were, talking to Michele. Oh, the things they knew!!

Well, it wasn’t like Emil had gone home and put out a broadcast every time he and Michele had kissed. But they’d gotten it out of him one night and…oh, if they said anything, it was all over! Michele would flip out!

So, Emil made his way over to Michele in his body. But, by the time he arrived, his friends had left. “Mickey!” He placed a hand on the other’s shoulder, panic rising up in the back of his throat. But he had to play it cool. “They didn’t…say anything weird, did they?”

Michele just turned toward him, his eyes wide. “Emil,” he began, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. “Do you think I’m playing you?”

Playing? Him? Oh, what Emil wouldn’t have given to know what his friends had said. Then he would have some inkling as to what was going through Michele’s head right then.

“What?” was all he managed to get out before he choked on the very air around them.

“Your friends…” He looked down, the tips of his ears turning red - more obvious with Emil’s lighter skin tone. “They seem to think that I’m playing you.”

So, that’s what they’d said. Emil couldn’t believe it. They’d always been supportive - more or less. Why had they chosen this moment to try and talk Emil - or Michele, in this case - out of going for it?

“I’m…not.” Michele chewed on his bottom lip. “I mean…I don’t mean to be.” He glanced up through shaggy bangs. “Do you think I am?”

Whoa. That was a tough question to answer. On the one hand, Emil was happy that Michele and he had shared kisses and, being a patient man, he was content to wait until Michele was ready before they made anything official. But on the other, Emil was getting just the slightest bit frustrated. Not with Michele, but with himself for not confessing already.

“Mickey-”

“Thank goodness, they’ve gone!” Mila sighed as she and Sara made their way over. “Geez, Emil. You sure are a popular guy.”

Emil, the actual Emil, mind you, released the breath he’d been holding. It seemed as though the girls hadn’t heard any of the conversation. At least he didn’t have to worry about their meddling - sorry, Sara and Mila! - though, it would force him to face the situation head on, instead of continuing to dance around it.

“We’re nearly to the restaurant,” Mila continued, oblivious to the tension in the air. “Let’s see if the magic fortune cookie thing works!”

“Mila,” Sara interrupted. “You know I’m willing to try anything at this point,” she began, checking her watch. “But our flight leaves in four hours.”

“Then, we’ll have to hope that this works.” Mila shrugged.

Emil didn’t have high hopes, considering Mila was basing this entire theory on the plot from a movie. But, it was worth a shot.

Michele was quiet for the rest of the walk and Emil couldn’t blame him. He wanted to reach out and wrap an arm around him, but that wasn’t a very Mickey-like thing to do, so he clenched his fist at his side, fighting the urge.

It was still early and the restaurant wasn’t open to the public yet, but there were a few servers changing out menus and setting the tables. Sara flagged one down and requested two fortune cookies. The server quirked an eyebrow, but brought them out, still in the wrapper, but on a small tray.

“Thank you!” Sara waved and then turned toward Emil and Michele. “Moment of truth two-point-oh,” she said, biting her lip.

They each took one. Emil looked over, but Michele’s eyes were still downcast, even as he removed the plastic and placed it back on the tray. Frowning, Emil did the same.

“Okay, open them together,” Mila instructed and they did as they were told.

Emil broke his open and pulled out the fortune.

You already know the answer to the question lingering inside your head.

Well, that wasn’t exactly helpful. However, when he turned to face Michele, he was floored. There were tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Mickey, what’s wro-”

“Emil,” he began, dropping his fortune as he drew closer. He lifted his hands, both hovering on either side of Emil’s head before he let them come to rest on his cheeks. “Emil, I…” He swallowed and took a deep breath, looking him right in the eye. “I love you.” And then he pressed their lips together for the second time that day.

Hmm…I wonder what Mickey’s fortune said, lol.The next installment with explain that and then there’s only one more left!

Thanks for sticking with me and giving me your support! ♥

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I know you just posted one, but... please more body swap au. Thank you

Sure thing, Anon! ^^ (I’m trying to post one installment per week…we’ll see how that goes, haha)Parts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7Also available on AO3: Switched

Michele was both shocked and impressed. Emil certainly did ‘make a good him’ as Sara had put it. And, after apologizing profusely - and doing a fine job impersonating Emil, he thought - they shuffled out of the elevator.

Victor and Yuuri hadn’t said anything to them, though the former did whisper something to Mila, who just laughed it off as he doors closed.

“That was close,” Emil said, letting out a breath. “Sorry I had to shout at you, Mickey.”

“You don’t have to apologize!” Sara gushed, stepping between them and putting a hand on Emil’s shoulder. “It’s Mickey’s fault that you had to act like that, anyway.”

“Hey…” he grumbled, but didn’t argue. She wasn’t wrong.

“Anyway.” Mila stepped forward, linking her arm with Sara’s. “Shall we head to the Chinese restaurant?”

Michele still doubted the existence of a magical, mystical fortune cookie that could somehow switch his and Emil’s bodies back, but, then again, before today, he wouldn’t have believed it possible to swap in the first place.

“I sure hope this works,” Emil said from beside him. “I’m sure you want to get your body back, Mickey.” He sounded so apologetic. But it wasn’t as if it was Emil’s fault.

“You, as well,” Michele replied and then cleared his throat. Only moments ago, Emil was screaming at him. And the whole time, ridiculous as it was, he kept thinking back to the kiss they’d shared in the hotel room.

That hadn’t succeeded in switching them back either, but it reminded him of the many, many kisses from the night before. It was all coming back to him, clearer than when he’d first groggily pulled himself out of bed.

If only he could remember what else had happened last night. Maybe the girls were right and they had done something to cause the swap in the first place.

His thoughts were interrupted when someone - Sara - elbowed him in the ribs. “Oww. What?” he hissed and then blinked when she pointed forward.

Just ahead of them were Otabek and Leo, the latter waving cheerfully and beckoning him over.

“They’re calling you, Emil,” Sara whispered, unable to cover up a giggle.

“What do they want?” he directed toward the real Emil, who just smiled before rearranging his expression into one that was more Michele-like.

“Probably just to say ‘hello,’ Mickey,” he answered. “Or maybe share some cool music.”

Michele faltered, suddenly nervous. “Are you…close with them?” he asked, ignoring the odd feeling that twisted in his chest.

Emil shrugged. “I guess.”

“Emil!” Leo called again and Michele squared his shoulders, giving the others one last uncertain glance before he walked over. “Emil!” Leo cheered when he arrived. “Nice job yesterday.”

“Yes, you performed well,” Otabek added.

Michele stood there, unsure what to say. “Thanks,” he decided and then rubbed the back of his neck. “You guys, too.”

“Oh, before I forget!” Leo pulled out his phone. “I found this old Eurobeat song that I think you’re going to love!” He chuckled and held out an earbud. Michele hesitated before taking it. “Otabek said he wouldn’t be caught dead playing it, but-”

“I didn’t say that.” Otabek frowned. “I simply said-”

“Beka! There you are!” Yuri appeared out of nowhere. “We’re going to be late.” He tugged on his arm and then his gaze shifted to Michele. “What are you looking at?”

Michele just raised his brows, but said nothing as they disappeared past the fountain and toward the lobby.

“So,” Leo caught his attention. “What do you think? A classic, right?”

“Uh…” But Michele was at a loss. Thankfully, it seemed as though Leo had somewhere else to be. A message popped up on his phone and he smiled as he read it.

“I’ll see you later, Emil!” he called over his shoulder before he, too, vanished.

Michele heaved a sigh of relief, glad it was finally over. But he jolted when a large hand fell on his shoulder.

“Emil!” A tall man circled around him, followed by two others, equally as large. They said a few things in Czech and Michele swallowed, his heart thudding in his chest. “I’ve been working on my English,” he continued. “How’s it sound? Good right?”

“He doesn’t care about that!” another joined in. “We happened to be visiting and caught your performance.”

“We didn’t want to tell you, in case you got nervous or something,” the third added with a big grin.

“…Th-Thanks…” Michele managed. He’d never met these men before. They were obviously friends of Emil’s from back home.

“Hey! Isn’t that your Mickey back there?” The first one pointed. Michele turned and saw Emil - with his face, of course - staring, wide-eyed at the four of them, with a look of complete panic.

“Yeah! It is!” the second agreed. “He is cute, Emil.”

Wait. What?

“Shame he’s stringing you along.” The third clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

Michele blinked. “Excuse me?” He furrowed his brow.

“Didn’t you say…” the third trailed off, lowering his voice. “He is the one you keep kissing, right?”

“Come off it!” The second slapped the third hard on the shoulder. “Emil doesn’t just go around kissing everyone. Of course, it’s him.” He turned to face Michele. “Right?”

Michele was frozen in place. Emil had told people about their kisses?!

Of course, it wasn’t as if Michele had a right to be upset. He’d told Sara, after all. But still! These men - who he’d never even heard of - knew about such private things between them?

“Maybe it’s time you cut him loose,” the first interrupted Michele’s train of thought. “Seems like he’s playing you.”

Michele frowned. “Playing…?”

“C’mon, Emil.” Michele was roughly shoved, perhaps playfully, and then slapped on the back. “You’ve had plenty of chances to confess, right?”

Confess? Emil?

Michele whipped his head around. Emil was now making his way over, pulling his arms free from Mila and Sara’s grasp.

“Anyway, looks like he’s headed this way,” one said - Michele wasn’t sure which. “We’re going to go back to sightseeing.”

“Take care, Emil! See you at home!”

And then they were gone.

“Mickey!” Emil placed a hand on his shoulder. “Mickey, don’t mind them.” His fingers were trembling. “They didn’t…say anything weird, did they?”

Michele turned to face him, searching his eyes for the truth. “Emil,” he began, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. “Do you think I’m playing you?”

Whoa, this one went long. Oops!! Sorry about that~We’re getting close to the end, though.

Also, please don’t think too hard about a competition where everyone is there…for some reason. Just go with it XD

Thanks for reading!!

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A continuation of EmiMike Angst~ Michele’s Version of the Emil POV drabble from yesterday. Tagging @michelecrispychip

“I love you.”

Warm lips on his neck or brushing against his ear, whispering words so honeyed and sweet that it made his knees weak. The feel of calloused fingers skimming along his skin or pressing into sensitive spots, causing stars to burst behind his eyelids. And the surprisingly gentle scratch of coarse hair just under his chin or across his chest, followed by soothing kisses on damp skin.

It was all wonderful. It made him feel so adored, so…loved.

But more than any of those, the best sensation was the weight of a strong body above him, tied only with the painful and pleasurable stretch of something filling him up so completely, so perfectly.

But it was all a lie.

For when their sweat dried and their skin cooled, the moment was over.

The first time it happened, it had truly been an accident. Michele had let himself be swept away by the comfort and warmth of Emil’s familiar touches and sweet kisses. It was embarrassing how quickly the other had torn down his walls, stripped away his outer shell, and left him completely bare. Vulnerable.

As soon as it was over, Michele realized his mistake and left in a rush. How could he have been so foolish? Emil was his friend! He’d simply been comforting him and nothing more. Nothing more. They’d even discussed it afterward. And Emil had agreed. So, that was that.

Until it happened again at the next competition.

Michele should have resisted the urge or, at the very least, stayed out of Emil’s hotel room. But there he was, knocking lightly on the door and shifting his weight on the balls of his feet, hoping beyond hope that the other would let him in. And…he did.

As it turned out, the first time hadn’t been a fluke. The second was just as pleasurable. Just as…perfect. And that scared him.

So, the next morning, when Michele awoke beside a slumbering Emil, he practically jumped out of bed and began picking up his clothes, confusing his and Emil’s in his panic. And then he realized that he couldn’t just return to his and Sara’s room smelling like sweat and sex and…and Emil. So, he hopped in the shower, praying that the other was as deep a sleeper as he remembered.

Still, after that, Michele kept coming back. Even if Emil didn’t see it as anything more than something that felt good. It felt good for both of them, so…what was the harm? So what if Michele’s throat burned and his chest ached after? This…this was enough.

But it wasn’t enough.

Michele thought about putting a stop to it so many times. But when Emil drew closer, pulling him into his embrace, he found himself unable. So, he pushed the limits, stayed longer, savored the feeling of Emil’s touch and the scratch of his beard against his sensitive flesh.

And he was content – he told himself – as he pretended to still be asleep, enjoying the way Emil squeezed him just a little tighter and pressed his lips to his skin. This was fine. But then Emil whispered something against the crook of his shoulder that caused Michele’s eyes to fly open, his pulse quickening in shock and disbelief…

I love you.

Oh ho ho, what’s this? Mutual pining?! Well, how ‘bout that. Thanks for reading~ I hope you all enjoyed ^^ Emil’s Version here.

[xxxjubesy]

Reblogging here because it’s slightly nsfw and I haven’t posted anything on this blog in a little while, so... (haha)

A lil’ bit o’ EmiMike Angst~ I’ve been in an angsty mood lately. Here is the abridged version, @michelecrispychip ♥

“I love you.”

Damp, salty skin under his tongue and sweet, gasping moans in his ear. The slight sting of blunt nails digging little crescent shapes into his shoulders and long, muscular legs wrapped tightly around his waist, barely allowing him the space to move, with seemingly no intent of letting him go. And the delicious warmth pulling him in, blindingly pleasurable and tortuous all at once.

It was like a dream. A beautiful dream.

And the sound of his name spilling breathily from the other’s lips as he tumbled over the edge was music to his ears.

But that meant it was over.

The first time it happened, Emil had been elated. He’d damn near cried when they made love, whispering sweet nothings against olive skin as they drew closer and closer to completion. But when it was over, he was left in a cold, empty bed, an ache in his chest and a lump in his throat.

It had been a mistake – Michele’s words – a moment of weakness. And, despite feeling like his heart would rip in half, Emil silently nodded along two days later when the other finally invited him out to discuss ‘the incident.’

And Emil figured that was it. He’d blown his one chance to tell Michele how he felt.

Until it happened again.

Another competition, another surprise knock on his door, and another wonderful night filled with deep kisses, pleasurable touches, and an undeniable warmth that blossomed in his chest and spread to the tips of his fingers and toes.

Michele stayed that time. And Emil thought his feelings must have finally gotten across. Until he once again awoke to an empty bed and to Michele, still soaking wet with a towel around his waist, hastily grabbing his clothing and apologizing for falling asleep.

Emil should have put an end to it. Michele had made it abundantly clear that these were nothing more than flashes of passion followed by the sting of regret – for both sides. And yet, how could Emil refuse him at the next competition? Or the one after that?

It became a habit. An addiction. The taste of Michele’s skin, the feeling of his tight heat surrounding him, and his warm embrace. His kisses made Emil delirious, made him forget that this was only for now and that, when morning came – if Michele stayed that long – it would be as if nothing had happened.

And so, on the rare mornings when Emil woke up first, he’d hold onto the moment for as long as he could, squeezing Michele just a little bit tighter and burying his face in the crook of his neck and shoulder to breathe in the scent that was uniquely Michele. All while whispering the words he dared not say while the other was conscious…

I love you.

I promise I’ll write some fluffy things soon. The angst just feels nice rn~

If it’s not clear, Michele is so deep in denial in this drabble, you don’t even know. Like…he’s beating himself up over it and just too embarrassed to face his feelings. And poor Emil is letting himself get hurt over and over again. #pain