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javier-pena · 9 months ago

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three's a crowd

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader x Joel Miller

Word Count: 9.9k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You’re in love with Frankie and he is in love with you, but you both have no idea how to act on it. Until Joel Miller comes along.

Notes: I started writing this fic in June and it was supposed to be a fun little summer thing and then stuff happened and now it's October - but here it finally is. There isn't really much I can say about it except that Dani @alexturner saved the whole thing by pointing out that the final fic wasn't really like what I had talked about while discussin the idea with her and after editing it, it's much, much better. I also had a lot of fun talking about Frankie's and Joel's backstory with you, Dani 🤭 maybe I'll write that one day ...

“D’you wanna fuck her, Miller?”

BEFORE

It must have been two years ago, or maybe it was three. Your hair was longer, you had just broken up with your boyfriend of five years, had just moved to a town where you didn’t know a single soul. “A fresh start is what you need.” That’s what your therapist said to you when you cried your heart out after Derek dumped you and moved in with his new girlfriend a week later. But she hadn’t been talking about this, moving halfway across the country, all the way from Maine, where the winters are cold and the air is always salty, to Texas, where it almost never snows and the tornado sirens make you run for cover.

That’s how you met Frankie, sweet, smiling Frankie. Your truck broke down in the grocery store parking lot and he jump-started it. He stuck out to you because he was wearing a pale blue baseball cap, bleached from countless summers under the hot Texan sun, and not a cowboy hat like all the other men around. You bought him dinner at that steak place that would become your favorite, and after three shots of tequila you opened up to him. He held you when you started to cry, took you home, slept on your couch when you asked him not to leave.

You’ve been friends ever since.

He showed you around San Antonio, he flew you to Enchanted Rock in a helicopter he rented, he even took you to Mexico where you found out he speaks Spanish fluently. He helped you fix the roof of your bungalow when it started leaking. You, in turn, took him to the cinema, made him watch horror movies that made him squeal, dragged him along to a rodeo, taught him how to ride a motorcycle when he told you he had always wanted to learn. The two of you just clicked. It felt right.

Now, after three years, you can’t imagine your life without Frankie in it. You don’t remember who you were before him, and you don’t want to. He’s your best friend, and you’re his. Where one of you goes, the other follows. And of course, people mistake you for a couple, of course they ask, “And what about your girlfriend here?”, they say, “You’re lucky to be dating such a nice young fella”. You always laugh, correct them lightheartedly. But sometimes you wish they were right. You love Frankie as a friend, more than you ever thought you could love anyone, but sometimes you want more.

You almost got that more about a year after meeting Frankie. One of his friends, Santi, was in town, and you went out with a group before taking advantage of the hot tub that came with Santi’s motel. There were drinks involved, one thing led to another, and suddenly you found yourself straddling Frankie, wearing nothing more than a bikini, your fingers tugging on his curls, his hands roaming all over your body. It didn’t go any further than that, and the next morning he dropped you off at your house with his usual, “See ya ‘round.” He never talked about it and neither did you. He was probably regretting it and you didn’t want to lose him over something like this, so you left it all unsaid.

He started dating someone soon afterwards, first Arabella, then Bessie, and you hated them both, even though they were probably decent women. Luckily, neither relationship lasted long because it hurt. You didn’t tell Frankie, acted perfectly civil around them, but it felt as if your heart had been dropped from a great height and had shattered against the pavement. You had to ease that pain with a couple of meaningless one-night-stands but they couldn’t take your mind off Frankie buried deep in another woman when it should have been you. And when you told him about Billy and Carson and Hank and Landon and Clara to provoke him to do something, he just shrugged it off and said, “I’m glad you had a nice evening.”

Frankie is single now, and so are you, and life is good. It isn’t always easy, but it’s a far cry from how it was in Maine. You’ve made peace with the whole Frankie situation, realizing it might just be enough knowing you’re the most important person in his life, even if you’ll never have him completely. This way, there also won’t be a messy breakup, hurtful things said in anger, actions you can never undo. You’re content with being Frankie’s best friend, and that should be enough.

It's summer now, one of the hottest on record. The AC in your bungalow broke and Frankie wanted to help you fix it, but then he got busy at work. That was almost a week ago, and you use these circumstances as an excuse to hang out at Frankie’s place as much as possible. He doesn’t mind. He has a big pool in his backyard that he always shares with you, and he loves your company. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s putting off fixing your AC on purpose.

You’re floating on your back, eyes closed, the sounds around you muffled by the water. Frankie is lounging in a chair by the side of the pool, resting in the shade after a hot day. Every time you glance over at him, his eyes are closed. That gives you the freedom to truly look, to see him how not many people are allowed to see him.

You take a deep breath and dive, floating weightlessly for a few seconds. It’s so easy to imagine this to be your life, Frankie to be your boyfriend. If he were, nothing would be different. You’d get to use your shared pool, watch him doze in the shade, help him prepare dinner later, laugh at his corny jokes … Your heart squeezes when you realize you have all of that and still it isn’t enough. What’s missing is riding him by the side of the pool, your bodies sticky with sweat. What’s missing is kissing his neck while he’s watching the brazier. What’s missing is knowing he’s yours and you’re his, come what may.

There’s a shadow by the side of the pool, and you scramble upwards, breaking through the surface with a gasp. “What?” you ask, smiling up at Frankie, shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand.

Frankie gives you a thumbs up. “Just making sure you’re not drowning.”

You’re treading water as you say, “Would you jump in and rescue me if I was?”

He laughs. “I’m pretty sure you’re a better swimmer than me.”

“I’d make it worth your while.” You wink at him.

He lowers himself into a crouch so he’s closer to the surface of the water, closer to you. “How?”

“Ever heard of mouth-to-mouth?”

He laughs one of those laughs that comes from deep inside his chest and shakes his whole body. “Leave it to you to make saving someone’s life sound sexy.”

“But it is sexy,” you say emphatically. “Imagine pulling me from the pool, your big, strong arms wrapped around me. I think you’d stay calm and collected; you’d know exactly what to do. Any woman who doesn’t fall for you after that would be a fool.”

Frankie dips his fingers into the water and flicks some of it in your direction. You squeal and try to duck, but the drops still hit you in a quick shower. “Shut up,” Frankie laughs.

You use your whole hand to try and shove the water back toward him. You miss. “Stop it,” you tell him, no weight behind your words, a broad smile on your face.

“Hey!” he shouts. “Don’t make me come in there, young lady.”

He always makes you laugh when he calls you that, the air of authority he puts into his words. You’re not that much younger than he is, but he always acts as if you’re 20 years his junior, while you have started calling him “gramps” to rile him up.

You propel yourself backward, away from him toward the opposite side of the pool. “You’re too chickenshit.”

“Oh, just you wait.” He starts to pull his shirt over his head, his cap that he always wears getting caught in the hem of the neckline. You really try not to but you can’t help looking at his soft belly, the white skin such a stark contrast to his tanned arms. You wonder what it would be like to touch him, what sounds he would make in response to the difference in pressure, if you were using your nails or –

“Am I interruptin’ somethin’?”

You don’t mean to, but you squeal at the sudden appearance of a strange man next to Frankie. You were so preoccupied staring at your friend you didn’t notice someone else approach.

Frankie lowers his shirt. His cheeks are slightly flushed. “Joel!”

You glance between the two men, but neither of them offers an explanation. Instead, a heavy silence settles itself over this already muggy afternoon.

Finally, the stranger, Joel, speaks. “Is this a bad time or –?”

“No, no,” Frankie quickly assures him while you bite down a harsh, “Yes, it is”. Frankie runs his palms down his shirt, trying to smooth the creased fabric. “I just … I had no idea you were in town.

“Well, I am,” Joel replies in a tone of voice that rubs you the wrong way. “I thought I’d drive by, see if you’re home.”

Frankie glances at you, seemingly only now remembering your presence. “This is Joel Miller,” he says in an oddly formal voice. “We sometimes work together.”

“Hi.” You raise your hand out of the water to wave at Joel, the smile you put on not reaching your eyes.

If you had to guess, you’d say Joel was older than Frankie by at least five years, maybe even ten. He’s taller too, broad-shouldered where Frankie tends to fold in on himself. His graying hair is slightly too long, but his graying beard makes him look handsome, especially when he gives you a twisted half-smile as if he’s fully aware of what he just interrupted and is taking pleasure in your discomfort and annoyance. You want him to leave but with a clench of your stomach you realize you also want him to stay.

“She your girlfriend?” Joel asks without pretense, nodding at you in a way that makes you clench your fists.

Frankie chuckles awkwardly, a sound you only heard a few times before and always hated. He lifts his cap with one hand to scratch his scalp, then shakes his head. “No, we’re just friends.”

Joel shifts, rolls his shoulders ever so slightly. “Nice to meet you, just friend of Frankie’s.”

Can’t say the same about you, you want to say but if there’s one thing you learned from your years spent in the south is that there is nothing more important than hospitality. “You too,” you say instead, and start kicking the water, doing laps in the pool. If you ignore him, maybe he’ll leave soon.

But Frankie opens a beer bottle for him and Joel sits down in the lawn chair next to him, taking a big swig. You try to ignore them as best as you can, but you can’t keep your ears from straining to catch snippets of their conversation.

“… between jobs … just a couple o’ nights …”

“… go out tomorrow … bar in town …”

“… broke up with me ‘cause she … her friend …”

Sometimes Frankie laughs in a way he only does when he wants to impress someone. Usually, you can see it too, usually you admire the same people but there is something about Joel that makes alarm bells ring in your head. And you don’t like the way Frankie behaves around him. You don’t want to call it submissive because you hate that word, but it feels as if he’s putting up a front for Joel, not saying what he really wants to say, not doing what he really wants to do.

But then sometimes Joel’s eyes are on you, his gaze hooded, and he doesn’t look away when you catch him staring. There is something in the brazen way he does it that makes you crave more, and you’re a little bit disgusted with yourself for wanting that. You don’t know this man, and you don’t like what you glimpsed so far, but when he asks, “Any chance of you joinin’ us, sunshine?” you’re so very tempted to say yes.

“I wanna shower first,” you answer, pushing yourself up on the edge of the pool. Joel’s eyes immediately shoot to your chest while Frankie’s are glued to his bottle, his fingers busy picking at the label.

“Don’t keep us waitin’,” Joel says in a tone of voice that grates on you and makes you tighten your jaw. You want to flip him off, and he knows it too because he raises his half-empty bottle to you. You wish Frankie would say something, or at least acknowledge your presence, but a loose thread on his jeans has caught his attention now. Your chest tightens with annoyance and, even though you’re loath to admit it, hurt, and you huff at Joel before grabbing your towel and making your way toward Frankie’s house. You feel Joel’s eyes burn a searing mark into your back.

You have no right to feel the way you do, you tell yourself as you work shampoo into your hair. Frankie can be friends with whomever he wants to. This is his house and he can let himself be treated however he sees fit. And you’re not dependent on him to defend you against a jerk like Joel, you can manage that all on your own. Besides, it’s not as if Joel is going to be around for long, he will most likely leave after another beer or two, so there really is no reason for you to get so worked up about it.

And yet …

You turn off the water with a quick jerk of your hand.

Stepping out of the shower, locating a fresh towel, it’s like second nature to you. You briefly bury the face in the soft fabric, inhaling the clean scent of Frankie’s detergent, a scent that will always bring you comfort. Then you pull one of the several dresses you keep at Frankie’s house over your head before using the towel to superficially dry your hair. It comes away smelling like him, which sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You’ve come to terms with it, you really have. Yes, you sometimes dream about kissing him, yes, you can’t stop fantasizing about what the two of you would be like as a couple, but what you have is nice. And it feels like it should be enough, which should count for something, right?

“Took your sweet time in there, sunshine.”

You jump, only registering Joel’s presence leaning against the opposite wall as you pull the bathroom door closed behind you.

“There’s a half bath next to the kitchen,” you tell him, avoiding his searing gaze. “You know, if you need to go.”

You try to scurry down the hallway and back out into the garden, but Joel pushes himself off the wall and steps into your way. “I don’t,” he answers. “I was looking for you.”

You sigh and look up at him, hoping he’ll notice your mild annoyance. “Why?”

“Frankie’s busy with dinner.” His gaze sweeps you from your damp hair down to your bare feet, widening as he notices your dress is slightly too tight at your chest. “And you look like good company.” Before you can come up with a snide remark, he’s two steps closer and his hand is suddenly resting on your waist, his palm hot to the touch even through the fabric. “You’re certainly prettier.”

The sudden contact, his brazen approach catches you off-guard. It’s been years since a man has treated you like this, and many years more since you were free to do with that whatever you wanted.

“Come on.” Why is his voice so low suddenly? “Cat got your tongue?”

You roll your eyes. “N-”

But before you’re able to finish the second short sound, the thumb of his free hand is on your bottom lip and he starts to pull it down. “Let me check.”

Before your brain can consider all your options, you bite down on his finger, hard, out of reflex, drawing a hiss from him. He pulls back, steps away, shakes his hand. But that sleazy half-smile is still firmly fixed on his face. “Oh, you’re a little fighter, is that it?”

You take a step closer to him in an attempt to intimidate him, but he doesn’t budge. “I just don’t like it when people touch me without my permission.”

“I bet that sweet little pussy of yours is tellin’ a different tale.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shove him, both palms hitting his chest, and he loses some ground.

He tries to snatch your wrist but you’re too fast for him. “Careful, sunshine. Don’t irritate me.”

“Why?” You push your chin forward in defiance. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Oh, I have some ideas.” Joel reaches for your waist again, but you manage to step back quickly. He balls his hand into a fist. “I just ain’t sure you’d like them very much.”

“Didn’t your mother teach you manners?”

“I’d like to teach you some,” he shoots back.

The sound of Frankie clearing his throat makes you jump. He’s standing behind Joel, just inside the sliding door that leads into the garden, a cocktail shaker in his hand, an apron covering his chest. “Drinks are ready,” he announces, his voice tense. Then he turns around, leaving you to wonder how long he’s been standing there and how much he heard.

Your stomach curls tightly with shame. Not because of anything he might have overheard or because of anything you did, but because you liked the way Joel talked to you, you liked that he decided he wanted you and went for it. You liked being close to him, feeling his uninvited touch on your body, hearing him say those lewd things. And all the while you forgot about Frankie, for the first time in months.

Joel glances at you and some of the shame must show on your face because he says, “If I kissed you right now, do you think he’d punch me?”

And just like that you’re back to feeling the slow grating of annoyance, like nails scraping down a chalkboard. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you huff before pushing past him and stepping back out into the garden.

The evening light is softer now, the heat feels less oppressive. The sun has begun to dip toward the horizon, and Frankie’s shadow is long against the grass as he waits for you to rejoin him by the pool. You want to put on your brightest smile for him, want to show him how much you appreciate everything he is doing for you, but with him you never have to pretend. Your face lights up when you see him whether you want it to or not, your steps quicken, your heart feels full of happiness. Even someone like Joel can’t ruin that, no matter how hard he might try.

“All clean?” Frankie has a lopsided grin on his face and a martini glass in his hand. When you nod, he hands it to you. “I made it just the way you like it.”

“Thanks, honey,” you tease and playfully kiss his cheek.

“This one’s for you.” Frankie hands Joel a tumbler full of amber liquid.

Joel raises an eyebrow. “Just whiskey?”

“You seem like a whiskey kinda guy,” Frankie answers with a shrug before taking off his apron and hanging it over the backrest of his lawn chair.

“What are you having?” you ask, sitting down on one of the sun loungers Frankie keeps next to the pool.

Frankie lightly shakes his beer bottle. “I’ll stick with this for now.”

You glance from him to Joel and then back to him as both men remain standing, clutching their drinks. “Well, this is nice and relaxing.”

“Sorry,” Frankie mumbles and lets himself fall back into his chair. “Long day.”

Joel chuckles and steps forward, but instead of choosing the chair next to Frankie’s, he sits down on the sunbed right next to you. The rough denim of his jeans scrapes against your naked thigh and you scoot away from him, clearing your throat. Joel doesn’t seem to have noticed; his eyes are fixed on Frankie.

“You never told me you had a nice place like this,” he says, vaguely waving his hand at the pool and the manicured lawn. “I would’ve come over much sooner.”

“Where do you live?” you ask before Frankie can say something.

Joel chuckles before taking a sip from his whiskey. “You know what would go great with this?” He pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of the back pocket of his jeans, conveniently having to lean against you to retrieve it. You push back, refusing to make yourself small. He holds the pack out to you first, but you shake your head. He doesn’t offer it to Frankie.

“She asked you a question.”

Your eyes snap from the sight of Joel lighting a cigarette, the filter hugged firmly between his lips, to Frankie, who has his elbows propped up on his knees, a thumb and forefinger wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle, holding it precariously.

Joel takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales slowly. The smoke tickles your suddenly very dry throat. “I live here and there,” he finally replies. “Wherever work takes me.”

“Okay, so where do you currently live?” you probe.

Joel waves his hand around. “Y’know …”

“What he means to say is that he’s currently between houses,” Frankie clarifies, a slight tension in his voice you haven’t heard before.

“Oh, so you’re a bum?” Is Frankie’s face lighting up with satisfaction at your comment or are you only imagining that?

Joel takes another drag. “I’m whatever you want me to be.”

It was bad enough that he had no regard for your boundaries when Frankie wasn’t right there next to you, but he can’t expect you to just take it now that Frankie is this close. You try to stand up, but his hand closes around yours and pulls you back down next to him, the force of it making some of your drink spill.

“Hey!” you protest loudly, but he only slings his arm around your shoulder.

“His girlfriend just kicked him out,” Frankie goes on, pretending he didn’t notice what just went down. “He cheated on her with her best friend.”

“Couldn’t have been a very good friend then.” You pick Joel’s heavy arm off your shoulders and let it fall down next to you.

Joel shrugs. “If I see somethin’ I want, I take it.”

“Must be lonely, going through life with that mindset,” you observe, watching him as he stubs out the cigarette against the tiles surrounding the pool.

“Depends on what you want out of life, I s’pose.”

You glance up at the slowly darkening evening sky, currently a soft, darkening blue, then take a sip from your very strong martini. “And what is that?” you ask, watching a bird glide across the sky.

“D’you wanna fuck her, Miller?”

AFTER

“Yes.” It comes out rough and breathless and eager, and suddenly your blood is rushing in your ears. You have no idea when the evening shifted to this, but you suppose it was inevitable from the moment Joel walked in. You just didn’t think Frankie would be the one to ask the question.

You glance at Frankie, sweet Frankie, who always respects you, always treats you like you’re royalty, and you see something in his gaze you’ve never seen before, a sort of strangled curiosity, like he’s desperate to find out where this might go, but unsure if he can handle the way there. You smile at him, and you nod, and his pupils dilate immediately, setting your heart pounding. That’s all he needs from you, and all you need from him.

Frankie puts his beer bottle on a small table next to his chair, leans back, crosses one leg over the other, ankle resting against his thigh. “Tough luck, pal,” he says, and next to you Joel stiffens. “You can kiss her though.”

For a moment, you’re right back there in high school, a bottle pointing at you, your friend Ines grinning at you from across the circle, Billy licking his lips nervously. But you’re all grown up now, you’ve played these games a million times, should know their rules by heart. Then why are your hands so sweaty?

Joel doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t even wait for you to turn toward him. His hand is already at the back of your neck while your eyes are still on Frankie, and his lips have found yours while you’re still trying to decipher the look in Frankie’s gaze. The kiss is rough, almost unpleasantly so, and you can taste the nicotine and whiskey on Joel’s tongue that claims your mouth with hungry licks. Joel’s whole body is pushing against yours, and you push back, pressing your chest against his, making his concentration slip briefly. You use this moment of inattention to gain the upper hand and bite his lip, less violently than you bit his finger but hard enough for him to inhale sharply. Maybe even hard enough to draw a little bit of blood.

Joel shifts, tightens his hold on your neck, and pushes up against you even more, like he’s trying to get you to lie down and submit to him. Resisting his efforts gives you a feeling of power you’re unable, maybe even unwilling, to control. You’re still trying to come to terms with the newness of the situation, with the shift that has taken place, but you know exactly what you want, and that is not to give up one inch to Joel without making him work hard for it.

Joel’s hand is on your naked thigh now, tough callouses rubbing against smooth skin. Just like his kisses, it almost feels too violent, but then you remember Frankie’s hands roaming your body in that hot tub, the way the water hadn’t managed to soften his skin. You remember how much you wanted him that night, and suddenly you wish Joel would touch you more.

As if he can read your thoughts, Joel’s hand is suddenly at the underside of your breast, cupping it through the fabric of your dress, his thumb finding the nipple so confidently as if he has touched you a million times before. Your body responds to the touch immediately and you lean into it, your lips parting in a stifled moan. The pad of his thumb rubs across your hardening nipple, rolls it through the dress and the bra you’re wearing, and you should push him away, make him feel like his efforts are futile and he has no effect on you whatsoever, but it’s been too long. Too fucking long. You’re on fire, unpleasantly so, feeling like you’re burning up too fast, like the flames have barely touched you and you’re already turning to ash. You press yourself into Joel’s touch as your jaw slackens, and he grabs your breast and squeezes it roughly while pushing his tongue into your mouth with the sole intent of making you gag.

“Hey!” Frankie’s voice is sharp, but when you flinch away from Joel and glance over at him, he’s still sitting in his chair holding his bottle of beer.

Your ears feel hot with shame as you refuse to acknowledge Joel’s presence and avoid Frankie’s gaze. Frankie was the one to suggest the kiss, Joel made the first move – then why do you feel such shame? Like you’ve been caught cheating? Why do you feel it’s wrong to –

“What?” Joel asks, interrupting the spiral you’re about to slide down.

Frankie squeezes the neck of the bottle, his skin making a wet sound against the glass. “We said kiss.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see that sleazy smirk return to Joel’s lips. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little second base.”

Frankie seems to consider this, his eyes fixed to the ground beneath his feet. You wish you could tell what was going on in his mind, but your heart is still racing like you’re being hunted for sport and your body is screaming for Joel to put his hands on you again, and all of that is too much to read Frankie.

Frankie holds out a hand to Joel. “Cigarette,” he says, and Joel obliges. You watch Frankie light it up and take a deep drag, a sight so unfamiliar it makes you eager to commit it to memory. “So you really wanna fuck her then?” he finally asks.

There is a pressure low in your abdomen that makes you shift against the lounger.

Joel only laughs, crude and hoarse, as if deigning that question with an answer is below him. “Where did you get that idea from?”

Frankie takes another drag, a short one this time, before glancing directly at Joel’s crotch. You follow his gaze to find a bulge there, one that definitely wasn’t there before, straining against the stiff fabric. When Joel’s eyes find yours, you make sure he sees you lick your lips. His jaw twitches.

Frankie leans back comfortably in his chair, some of the ash from the cigarette landing on his pants. He brushes it off with a flick of his wrist. “I’ll let you fuck her. But you’re gonna do exactly as I say.”

You think you must have entered a parallel universe or another dimension. For a short while at least. None of it makes sense: the cigarette in Frankie’s hand, the way he talks and what he says, that man next to you who is nothing more than a stranger, who had his tongue in your mouth two minutes ago, and that all of this makes you wetter than you can ever remember being. But then Frankie’s eyes meet yours, dark pupils blown unfamiliarly wide, and yet there is something in them you recognize – this isn’t a stranger who is looking at you, this is your best friend. No matter what happens next, he’s going to look out for you. All you need to do is trust him.

Next to you, Joel shifts, adjusting his crotch. He licks his lips. “Yeah.” He nods. “Okay.”

Your eyes are on Frankie now, heart racing in your chest, mouth completely dry, as you wait for what comes next. Your brain is running hot trying to go through all the possibilities of what Frankie could have Joel do to you, but all you come back to is Frankie kneeling in front of you, spreading your legs. Joel is nothing more than a shadow beside you, watching with a hungry gaze.

Frankie leans forward and reaches out his hand as if he means to touch you, but then stops himself and leans back. “You don’t have to do as you’re told.” The softness in his voice catches you by surprise, but he goes on before you can analyze it. “To start, do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

You glance at Joel, at how stiff his shoulders are, and you face him, trembling fingers pulling his shirt up where it is tugged into his jeans. Up and up you pull it until he has to raise his arms for you to get it off, and then you finally see his body betray his nerves as his chest flushes a deep red. There is a scar on his left collarbone, old and slightly brighter than the skin around it, there are some sparse, dark gray hairs on his chest, and his stomach is so much firmer than Frankie’s, so much less inviting.

Joel huffs and your gaze shoots back up to his face. “Kinda boring, don’t ya think? Pullin’ off my shirt when you could’ve done anythin’ to me?”

You won’t let him get to you, not like that, not when Frankie’s eyes are on you. “There’s no shame in me enjoying myself by taking things slow,” you retort. “I know your first move would’ve been to stuff two fingers into me but where’s the fun in that?”

“Oh, you’re gonna see where the fun in that is when you’re comin’ ‘round ‘em,” he replies with that infuriatingly sleazy smile darkening his face.

You lean in just a tiny bit closer. “Only if Frankie lets you.” God, that thought turns you on so much your head starts to spin.

Once you recover, Joel’s right hand is cupping your jaw, his grip firm, while his thumb rests against your lips. “Someone should stuff that mouth o’ yours.”

You open your mouth then, until his thumb is only pressing against your bottom lip. You let it slide in past your teeth until you can feel it on your tongue, heavy, tasting like nicotine. You close your lips around the digit and suck on it, your cheeks hollowing, your tongue massaging it. The corner of Joel’s mouth twitches. Somewhere to your right, you hear Frankie’s chair groan.

The sound of Frankie’s voice interrupts you. “I want you to take off her dress.”

With a wet plop, Joel pulls his thumb out of your mouth and then starts pulling at the straps of your sundress, pushing them down your shoulders.

“Slowly,” Frankie adds, his voice calm as if he’s talking to a semi-feral animal.

Joel moves you so both your feet are planted firmly on the ground, then shifts so he’s behind you. He finds the zipper at the back of your dress and begins to pull it down, torturously slowly as if there is something he wants to prove to Frankie. As more and more of your skin is revealed, he brushes over it, calloused fingers making you shiver. His hands feel so much like Frankie’s, and yet not at all like him. Frankie would be soft and gentle too, but he wouldn’t scrape you with his short nails, he wouldn’t tremble like it takes everything in him not to devour you whole.

The fabric of your dress glides down your shoulders and back, and comes to rest around your hips. It isn’t anything Frankie hasn’t seen before – your breasts are still covered, after all – and yet there is something in his gaze when you look at him, a strange kind of longing, like desire that has been kept in check for so long it has become second nature to him. You can see it in the flare of his nostrils, in the darkening of his eyes, in the way his bottom lip trembles briefly before he darts out his tongue to wet it. And yet he sits there, watching, his body unmoving like it has been trained not to give in.

“Take off her bra.”

Even Frankie’s voice is controlled and even. You shift, pulling back your shoulders and pushing out your chest in an attempt to get him to break, but his gaze shifts from you to Joel as he waits for the other man to follow his orders. Joel doesn’t need to be told twice. He flicks open the clasp at your back with one hand and your bra falls away. You push out your chin, willing your face not to heat up.

Frankie’s throat works as he swallows, a small crack in the otherwise impenetrable wall he has put up. “You’re perfect …” His voice, too, cracks on the second syllable and he coughs. “Wouldn’t you agree, Joel?”

Joel doesn’t reply. Instead, he cups one of your breasts again and squeezes the nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger, making you arch you back as a small stab of pain shoots through you. Now that the protective barrier of fabric is gone, you can feel just how rough his skin is against your sensitive spots, how his callouses catch in places your own fingers smoothly glide over. Your head falls back against his shoulder as he pinches your nipple again, as he begins to roll it roughly, pull on it from time to time to hear you hiss.

Joel’s chest rises and falls against your back, hot skin pressing into hot skin, his breath caressing the back of your neck. He runs his nose from your earlobe all the way down to your shoulder, then back up again, but before he reaches the starting point, he sinks his teeth into your neck and bites down, drawing a shivering gasp from you. And then he doesn’t let go. He bites down harder, holding you in place, while cupping your breast with his entire hand, kneading it until your world tilts.

You’re not aware of how desperate you are to find purchase, but the garden and the pool and the sky above right themselves when your hand finds Joel’s thigh. The denim is rough beneath your palm, but he is a rough man so it doesn’t surprise you. What does surprise you though is how hard you have to fight to keep yourself from bucking your hips.

“Joel, stop.”

For just a short little while you had forgot Frankie is there with you, but his voice reminds you with brute force. And when Joel does as he’s told and you are left with nothing to distract you, all you can do is look at your best friend, at his fingers wrapped around that cigarette, and wonder what it would feel like to have him play with your nipple instead of Joel. The painful way your heart constricts at that thought utterly catches you by surprise.

Frankie takes a final drag on his cigarette, flicks the butt away, and clears his throat. “You’ll only do what I tell you to do.”

You shift, the fabric of your underwear rubbing against your clit sending a bolt of desperation through you, mixing with that unbearable longing to create a heady, dangerous cocktail. “Frankie, please.”

Frankie takes you in, and you have no idea what he sees, but he runs his thumb across his bottom lip and asks, “Do you want him to touch you?”

Joel runs his fingers up and down your arm, his touch so light it feels like torture. You try to squirm away but he keeps you trapped against his chest.

You exhale shakily. “Yeah.” There’s a brief moment of hesitation, one that makes your heart flutter as you decide whether you should keep going. You do. “God, I’m so wet.”

Joel’s wandering fingers close around your upper arm like a vise.

But Frankie keeps up his walls. “Show me how wet she is, Joel.”

You don’t think there has ever been a moment in your life where you were more turned on, a single moment where you were less in control of your body and your desires. You try to stand up, your legs trembling like you just finished a marathon, hands wrapped around your dress, ready to pull it all the way down. Joel doesn’t even let you straighten your back. He pulls you back against his chest and wraps an arm around yours before running his free hand down your stomach, not seductively or teasingly but as if he has a task to fulfill. You’ve barely registered the sensation of his fingers against your lower stomach before he has pushed them past the fabric bunched around you hips and into your underwear, and this time you lose the battle against your own body. You roll your hips into his touch as your eyes flutter shut, you push and push, moans and whimpers urging him on. He doesn’t need to be encouraged – he rolls your clit beneath his index finger, just like he rolled your nipple, before dipping it lower, pushing past the muscles at your opening and up into you.

Before you can make sense of it all, he removes his hand and holds up two fingers right in front of your eyes, glistening with your slick. Your chest heaving, you try to catch your breath.

Frankie’s eyes are wide open. “What does she taste like?” he asks, his voice rough as if he hasn’t used it in quite some time.

Joel rubs his thumb against his index and middle finger, toying with your slick. “Don’t you want to find out for yourself?”

Frankie nods so slightly you can’t be sure it really happens, then hides behind a smirk, and you feel something unbearably insisting curl up tightly in the pit of your stomach. “You tell me.”

Suddenly, Joel’s fingers are at your lips, pushing into your mouth. You open up, surprised by the sudden intrusion, and then his thick digits are pressing down against your tongue, making you gag. Tears are filling your eyes, and spit drips out of your mouth as you feel Joel’s hot breath against the shell of your ear.

“Tell him.”

You can’t, not even if you wanted to. Not because you can’t taste yourself on Joel’s skin, not because you can’t talk with his fingers filling up your mouth, but because Frankie flies out of his chair, brow furrowed and fists clenched. Before he can come to your aid, you close your hand around Joel’s wrist and push his fingers even deeper into your mouth, not breaking eye contact with Frankie, not even for a split second.

Joel presses down against your tongue and you suck on his fingers eagerly, but none of that matters to you. The only thing you care about is the red flush creeping up Frankie’s neck and into his cheeks, and the way he keeps closing the distance between the three of you until he’s standing right there, close enough for you to reach out and run your hands up and down his thigh.

Frankie’s hand is warm and heavy as it closes around yours, pulling Joel’s fingers out of your mouth. You gasp, unable to prevent a thin thread of spit from connecting your lips to Joel’s hand. It winks out of existence a second later when Frankie’s mouth clashes against yours, drawing another gasp from you, one that releases months and months of pent-up longing, one that originates deep in your chest but almost dies on your lips, stifled by wonder.

It isn’t a soft kiss, it isn’t even particularly well executed since your teeth clash painfully and Frankie pushes too hard too quickly. He also tastes more like Joel than himself, of beer and cigarettes, but none of that matters. He could have given you a small peck on the cheek and it would have been the greatest kiss you had ever shared with anyone. You feel his breath against your cheek, a shaky exhale, and before you can stop yourself, you find yourself fisting his shirt, fingers clenched so tightly you will never be able to let go again. That is all you ever wanted, all you ever prayed for, and now that you have it, you never want to lose it again.

Eventually, Frankie pulls back ever so slightly and whispers against your lips, “Summer, that’s what you taste like,” and it’s such a corny line it should have you rolling your eyes, but instead you crane your neck and seal your lips to his again, high from the feeling of your tongue in his mouth. He huffs and pushes up against you, but he’s not close enough – there’s still so much space between you. You reach up and grab the collar of his shirt and pull him even closer, but suddenly rough hands grab your arms and hold you back forcefully.

“I wanna go first.” It isn’t a request, that much is clear.

Frankie pulls back and smiles down at you, his face soft and open, searching for any indication you don’t want to do this anymore. Even though you’ve never wanted anyone as much as you want him right now, the thought of him watching while Joel fucks you, utterly in control of the situation, makes you clench around nothing. Frankie can tell – he switches back to his neutral mask in the matter of a second. “You didn’t do as you were told …”

It isn’t a threat, but it might as well be.

Joel hooks a thumb into your mouth and pulls down your bottom lip. You try to bite him again, but he is prepared this time, holding you in place. “Let me come in her mouth at least.”

Frankie grabs Joel’s wrist again and pulls his hand away from your face. “No.”

You have never heard him use that voice before, that kind of voice that makes you snap to attention, that voice that commands people to follow him. You shift, trying to rub your thighs together, but it’s just a primal reaction you have no control over. All your attention is on Joel trying to pull his wrist out of Frankie’s grip, and on Frankie holding him in place, the muscles in his arm straining.

“I’m going to sit back down, and you’re going to fuck her.” Frankie’s voice is so calm it sends a shiver down your spine. “Slowly,” he adds, letting go of Joel’s wrist. “And if you make her come before I tell you to, there’ll be consequences.”

Every muscle in your body tightens. You’re too wound up to rationally consider what Frankie is proposing, too wound up to think about how much you want this and what that might mean. You glance behind you to catch Joel’s reaction, to see if he’s just as affected by Frankie’s proposition as you are, just in time to watch him lick his lips.

“And I get to fuck her however I want?”

Frankie’s gaze shifts to you. It’s nothing more than a glance, a quick check-in, and you nod, just as quickly, just as imperceptibly.

“Yes,” Frankie answers.

Next thing you know, you’re up on the lounger, knees and hands braced against the soft pillows, faded from long summers under the hot Texan sun, focusing on the sounds of Joel unbuckling his belt. You feel your throat tighten at those sounds, leather scraping against skin, metal clicking against metal, but your mouth is too dry to swallow. Joel unzips his jeans, then there’s a rustling sound, followed by a deep, needy groan. It’s enough to make your heartbeat stumble over itself with excitement. You try to turn your head and glance behind you to see what he is doing, but Joel catches your movement and forces your head down, firm grip at the back of your skull.

“Stay.”

To your right, you hear the sound of Frankie shifting in his chair. He doesn’t intervene.

Joel grabs the bunched-up fabric of your dress with both hands and begins to tear it with quick, jerking movements, ruining it. It falls away and glides down to the ground where it comes to rest next to the lounger, leaving you almost completely exposed to Joel. And Joel doesn’t hesitate. He pushes the thin fabric of your underwear aside and sinks into you with one deep, calculated thrust you can feel in your chest.

Your fists clenched, your head hanging low, you try to take it, but his thrusts send shudders of pain up and down your body. It’s not unbearable, and it shouldn’t surprise you; he fucks like he does everything else – rough and with an edge of violence to it – but the stretch is uncomfortable, and the thrusts are greedy, so much so you wish he had surprised you after all.

“Slow down,” Frankie orders, and you lift your eyes to him. A muscle twitches in his jaw, and when Joel does as he’s told, he watches you closely, searching your face for any signs of the discomfort lessening. You shift, your body adjusting to the feeling of being so full, and when Frankie asks, his voice low, “You okay?” you realize that you are. You’re more than okay, actually. Two more shallow thrusts from Joel and you’re completely relaxed.

“Yeah,” you answer, just for Frankie to hear and his lips quirk up in a smile.

“We’re good,” he tells Joel.

Joel’s open palm lands against your ass cheek catching you unawares, as does the moan you let loose at the sudden burst of pain. Frankie swallows, or at least you think he does – you can’t be sure with your eyes flutterin shut. You push back against Joel, eager for more, pulling him deeper inside of you with a greedy clench.

“The way you’re clenchin’ ‘round me makes me think you’ve never had dick before.”

Joel’s voice comes out restrained, the words are punctuated by more slaps, one harder than the last. Their meaning is lost on you as you are reduced to a babbling mess, unable to retain anything that is happening outside of your desire for him. You gush around his cock, hot and wet and wanton, and somewhere between the thrusts and the grunts, you hear a chortle.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t ya.”

That chortle is what pulls you back into yourself, and you risk another glance behind you, hoping that this time he will let you see. He does, and you watch him pound into you, both hands on your hips, denim pulled just low enough to free his cock, dark hairs curling just above it, streaked with bulging veins. He has one knee braced against the lounger, one foot firmly planted on the ground. You almost hate yourself for being so affected by that sight, but you can feel everything tighten, your body begging for release.

“Fuck,” you groan, your voice breathy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna –”

With a condescending smirk, Joel reaches for your clit. “Go ahead, sunshine.”

You close your eyes, focusing on how you’re clenching around him. You’re so, so close, you can almost taste the release on your tongue. Your mouth hangs open, a moan begins to emerge from someplace deep inside your chest and –

Joel’s hips falter and still, and you can feel yourself flutter desperately around him, but it’s not enough. You glide along his length, coming down from the edge, frustration blossoming in the pit of your stomach. Joel’s fingers rest uselessly against your swollen clit, still as the rest of him, and whenever you try to grind yourself against them, his touch lessens.

“Joel …,” you whine, opening your eyes to look back at him.

It’s not Joel your gaze lands on. It’s Frankie, standing right there next to the lounger, one hand on Joel’s head, fisting his hair, pulling on it so his chin is raised high, his neck exposed, a thick vein pulsing near its base. Joel is breathing heavily, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t try to free himself, while Frankie looks down at him, darkness clouding his features.

“You’ll do as I tell you or I won’t let you come inside of her.”

Frankie lets go of Joel’s hair with a shove to drive home the point. Even now, freed from his restraint, Joel doesn’t fight back. He glares at Frankie as if he’s imagining beating him bloody, but he does like he’s told, removing his fingers from your clit to dig them back into your hip. He picks up the pace again, thrusts a little shallower than before, drawing a sigh of relief from you, scratching that undefinable itch Frankie restraining Joel like that triggered in you. That itch you don’t want to examine too closely right now but that you know you’ll return to.

Frankie pats Joel’s shoulder, two firm raps against the straining muscles. “Good boy.”

You clench so hard around Joel he must notice, but he doesn’t remark on it. He resumes the steady snapping of his hips while your eyes fall shut and drop down to your elbows, those two words floating around your mind like an echo.

Good boy.

A desperate little whimper escapes you, one at least Frankie seems to hear, because he runs two knuckles up and down your spine in a movement that is meant to calm you but shoves you toward the edge with a violent jolt. He must know what he’s doing to you, there is no way he hasn’t noticed. And it should fill you with shame, it should make you resent him, the way you lie bare before him, showing him the most vulnerable parts of yourself, but it only makes you want him more. You open your eyes to find him standing right next to you. This close, you can see how tight his pants stretch over the bulge you hadn’t noticed before, how you think you can even make out a dark spot of precum forming against the fabric. You lick your lips.

“Frankie, please.” Your voice is rough and broken, laced with desperation.

Joel shoves into you so violently you feel the thrust in your throat, but he doesn’t say anything.

Frankie leans down and places a soft kiss against your temple, then runs his thumb across your furrowed brow. “Just tell me when you’re ready.”

You whish you could tell him you’ve been ready ever since he suggested Joel should fuck you, but you can only laugh, a broken sound followed by a hard swallow.

Frankie straightens his back, his eyes bright with excitement. “I see.” He makes his way back over to his chair and sits down, the wood groaning beneath his weight. “Go ahead, Joel.”

Joel picks up the pace, making every thought, every doubt you might have, instantly disappear from your head. His fingers find your clit again, rubbing you hard, and after that it doesn’t take long at all. After that, you let out a deep moan and push back against Joel so hard it makes him lose his rhythm, but it doesn’t matter. You’re coming, pulling him deeper into you as he fucks you through it, letting you squeeze him as you sink deep into pleasure, losing track of your body’s movements.

You come back to the surface when you’re spent, and everything feels sore and tender, but Joel doesn’t stop. There is a burning between your legs now and you hiss, reaching back for him.

Frankie is there next to you again, cupping your cheek. You have no idea when he approached, what made him leave his role as spectator this time, but you instantly relax when you feel his touch on him. “Just a little more,” he murmurs, calming you. “You can take it, I know you can.”

You watch him squeeze the bulge in his pants, and giving it another, harder squeeze when Joel grabs your wrist and pins it to the small of your back. The proof of how much he’s affected by you is enough to chase away the discomfort and rekindle the fire in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes glued to the bulge in Frankie’s pants you wonder what it would be like to feel him thrust into you, chasing his release, to feel him take what he needed from your body, fueled by how much you want him in return.

Finally, Joel stills and spills into you, groaning as his orgasm sparks through him. But your eyes are locked to Frankie’s, as neither of you dares to look away.

THE OUTCOME

The neon sign of the motel casts deep shadows into the cabin of Frankie’s pickup. Your gaze is fixed to the flashing letters, promising vacancy. A car rushes past, its tires whispering against the concrete, still hot from the Texan summer day. You try to ignore the tightness in your stomach, but when a door falls shut with a rattling bang somewhere nearby, you feel that sound like a punch to your gut.

“That was fun,” Joel says from the backseat. He stretches his legs, kicking his foot against your backrest. “If you ever wanna repeat that …” He lets the offer hang there in the air between you.

Frankie grabs the steering wheel tightly, the wood groaning under his skin. “We’ll know where to find you,” he finishes the sentence.

Joel braces both hands against your backrest and leans forward so his lips are close to your ear. “I think I’ll stick around for a while, so if you ever wanna grab some drinks, sunshine …”

Only half-listening, you reply, “Whatever,” fighting down the nausea you’ve been feeling ever since you climbed into Frankie’s truck.

“Whatever,” Joel echoes with a huff, opens the backdoor, and climbs out. “You know, I’ve had better,” he adds, before shutting the door with a loud bang.

“Hey!” Frankie barks, but you shake your head, and Frankie lets him walk away.

It doesn’t matter what Joel says to you. You couldn’t care less. Because as soon as Frankie starts the car, he’ll drive it straight over to your place, say goodnight without really looking at you, and tomorrow, he’ll pretend that none of this happened. Just like he did before. And as much as you hate that thought, you’re going to have to live with it.

As Joel climbs the stairs to the second-floor landing of the motel, you say, “You’ll want to take me home now, right?” It’s best to get it over with as quickly as possible.

The wood groans again, but this time from Frankie loosening his grip. He takes off his cap and runs his fingers through his ruffled curls. You don’t look at him, but you study him out of the corner of your eye, trying to read his face. He puts the cap back on, then slings his arm across the backrest of your seat. “Actually … I was hopin’ you’d come back to my place.”

The nausea you’ve been feeling pricks up its ears with interest and then curls up into a tiny ball, tugged away in a corner of your stomach. “Oh?” you say. And that’s all you manage before he closes the distance between you, his left hand cupping your jaw, his lips brushing against yours, tentatively, asking for permission. You give it to him by fisting his shirt, pulling him toward you, by smiling against his lips, exhaling all the tension in one short giggle, full of relief. He strokes his thumb across your cheek at the same time as you open up for him so he can brush his tongue against yours. You find yourself mirroring him, hand on his cheek, thumb running over the stubble there, relishing the feeling of him being so close.

You pull away first, and he follows you, mouth slightly open, chasing another taste. “What are we gonna do at your place? Do you have more friends who want to fuck me while you watch?” you ask, high from the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, from that promise that he won’t forget about any of this in the morning.

A neon flash lights up Frankie’s face, once, twice, as you watch his cheeks darken with a flush. He takes his time, studying your face closely. “No,” he says, his voice a low rumble, so unfamiliar it draws a smile from him, “I want to fuck you myself.”

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every1lvsme · 3 months ago

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Pete dinunzio x fem reader angst? Listen THIS IS SOOOO LIKE DRAMATIC. But reader goes to prom with her date and after like twenty minutes she goes to find them and they are actively kissing their ex?? I would be invested 😭

Girl it wouldn’t be angst without drama dw 🤭

please enjoy I’m new to writing fics so any criticism is appreciated! Also this is supposed to use gender neutral pronouns but if I mistakenly use him/her please forgive me! I love my non binaries 💋

Warning(s): cussing, OOC Pete DiNunzio (mainly because he’s at prom)

This is the worst outcome you could’ve thought to have happen the night of your senior prom, your last chance to ever have a perfect prom night to brag about!

Pacing around in the halls just outside the gym where the stupid party was happening, in your pretty outfit that your mom spent an arm and a leg on, crying. Not even caring that your mascara was running down your cheeks and totally fucking up your nice foundation you wore for just this occasion.

Your date was your (ex) boyfriend, it’s been a bit rough these past few weeks but when he asked you to be his prom date you thought maybe that rough patch was finally over.

You left for literally 20 minutes to go to the bathroom and fix up your makeup. Only to come back and see him with that total bitch he was following on instagram! Watching as they suck each others stupid gross faces across the gym.

You had ran out hoping no one saw you tear up. Shattered heart and all.

So now you’re trying to call your mom to pick you up, you just wanna go home. But she wasn’t answering. Probably asleep. Damn, should’ve driven yourself here instead of letting him drive you in that gross McDonalds filled car.

“Hey you’re in front of the vending machine.” You felt a hand touch your shoulder, it was really cold and made you jump a bit before quickly turning to see who it was.

It was Pete, you hadn’t talked to him much before but he was in your history class. You swear you’ve seen him stare at you just a bit too hard before.

“Seriously?” You spoke harshly, Pete probably didn’t deserve the attitude But you’re in a bad mood and allowed to be a bitch right now.

Pete didn’t know what to say, he just opened and closed his mouth, how was he supposed to know what to say to someone crying? Or anyone this hot for that matter!

You sighed stepping out the way. Pete awkwardly put his money back in his pocket and finally spoke again “you uh, not liking prom I guess?..”

You sighed, this poor little nerd didn’t deserve your wrath. “Yeah, it’s… uh, not been great. You?”

He seemed to get a little more comfortable talking. “Yeah.. my idiot friends thought we’d actually get some tonight if we came.” Pete said only to quickly realize how that sounded.

You laughed just a tiny bit at the awkwardness. Smiling slightly. He was kind of cute, in a weird way you can’t really put your finger on. “Well… wanna go back in with me maybe?”

Pete smiled back “yes- yeah… yeah, I’d like that.” He was wiping his sweaty palms on his pants and

And so you two walked side by side smiling as you went back to the party with him.

Fuck your ex, who needs him?

This could’ve been more dramatic sorry

Also I’m eating nachos and they’re really good guys

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writingforstraykids · 1 year ago

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I have loved your smuts I think they r absolutely amazing and so damn 🤤

Can I request a oneshot / drabble Dom! Felix x Sub!Chan with Chan having a daddy kink and is super cute and whiny and Felix just being a soft Dom towards him?🥺🤤

Maybe Chan has a stressful week and Felix took it in to his own hands to make him let go and feel better 🫣

It's okay if not! Have a great day ! <3

I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request🤭🖤

So cute

Pairing: Chanlix

Word Count: 553

Warnings/Tags: smut, fluff, soft!dom!lix, whiny!sub!chan, daddy kink

Chan's head drops back against the pillow with a relieved moan, jaw growing slack and eyes fluttering. Felix gently helps him rest his legs on his shoulders and hovers above him, practically folding him in half as he thrusts in deep. Chan's hands twist the sheets tightly, soft sounds falling from his lips.

Getting home today and hiding in his boyfriend's lap the minute he did let Felix know how exhausted Chan was. He had a rough week between being in the studio with Han and Changbin writing and recording and dance rehearsals. He desperately needed some love and comfort from the person he loved most. As they cuddled together to relax, Felix absentmindedly stroked his thighs, as he normally would. But Chan started squirming the higher his hands traveled. A soft , needy whine escaped Chan's throat and that was all it took for Felix to get them in bed.

After what felt like hours of eating him out and stretching him out with his fingers, Felix had finally been ready to take the next step. Chan's brain stopped working from there on, it wasn’t unusual in this situation. Felix always takes his time, giving his lover slow and deep strokes as he watches Chan's face contort in pleasure beneath him. “Does it feel good, Channie baby?” he checks in, voice gentle as he keeps his movements steady.

Chan whines in response and nods weakly. “So good, daddy.”

Felix smirks to himself and leans down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “Yeah? Daddy's making you feel good?” he asks. Chan kisses back needily, his moans being swallowed with each swap of their tongues. “Such a needy little boy.”

“Only for you,” he moans sweetly, eyes fluttering close. Felix brushes back a loose curl sticking to his forehead.

“My sweet boy,” he smiles softly and kisses down his neck, tiny licks and soft bites accompanying his journey down.

Chan whines beautifully, arching up against him. “Daddy,” he moans, tensing up as Felix hits his prostate. “Please,” he whimpers.

“Please what?” Felix asks gently and stops moving for a moment, making Chan cry out in protest.

“Please don't stop, daddy,” he begs and his eyes grow wide and teary. “Need you so bad, only you, please,” he rambles barely above a whisper. But he stays still, knowing Felix will take care of him in due time. He isn't allowed to simply take what he wants. Being honest, he doesn't want to anyway. He needs Felix to take care of him, to make the decisions for him and just let go of everything else.

“Shh, I got you baby,” Felix assures him kindly and angles his hips, dragging his dick across his prostate. Chan's jaw drops with a beautiful wail, body shaking at the intensity of the feeling and toes curling. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, a grin slowly rising over his lips. Chan whines in response, the pleasure becoming more and more intense. “God, you're so pretty like this,” Felix groans, running a hand down his chest and stomach. Seeing Chan blush heavily and squirm just slightly from his words made his own heart skip a beat. His sweet baby boy is even more shy and excited about praise in this setting than he normally is. “So cute,” he giggles.

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ohmaswife · 2 years ago

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hi again!! :D i wanted to request some… AHEM… spicy stuff (if you’re okay with it) where ohma’s fem s/o finally convinces him to let her take the lead/ be the dom🤭 theres a panel in the manga where ohma says he has a thing for strong girls and AHHHQIIS🤸🏽‍♀️ at first he would be like “UGH yeah okay FINE but just this once🙄” and then would end up considering letting her do it again 🤭 and his s/o WOULD NOT hold back im talkin’ edging, teasing, maybe even some blindfolds and ropes OOP🏃🏽‍♀️💨💨💨 like ohma’s 100% a dom but just imagining a big buff tough guy melt in pleasure from your touch is so WAAH WISJWO🤸🏽‍♀️🤸🏽‍♀️🤸🏽‍♀️ anyways im leaving it up to you🙈

Just for tonight.

Tokita Ohma x Reader

Summary: You convince Ohma to let you be in charge, but will he really let you?

*AFAB body reader, no pronouns mentioned

⚠️18+ CONTENT / SMUT / NSFW ⚠️

Warnings: established relationship, swearing, mentions of blood and injury, bondage, blindfolding, handjob, m oral, teasing, edging/orgasm denial, spanking, pussy slapping, f masturbation, f oral, p in v, cumming inside

Word count: ~8.8k

A/N: PHEW i’m so sorry this took so long, i really hope this ends up being ok 🥹 actually gonna do a 2nd fic with this prompt bc i love it SFM!! 🫶as always enjoy and lmk what i can do to improve my writing! c:

Masterlist

What a night.

The two of you just got home from Ohma’s latest match. He was up against a prominent Capoeira master. He was strong, experienced, and teaches a large population of students through his program he developed. Unfortunately he managed to get quite a few good hits against Ohma. He knocked Ohma unconscious twice, so hard that Ohma would get up only at the very last moment of the 10 second allotted knock out time limit. You’ll never get used to watching Ohma get hurt and not being able to do anything. But before you let your anxiety spin out of control, Ohma turned it around.

His opponent's two weaknesses were timing and creating patterns in his attacks, and Ohma quickly figured out how to predict, absorb and redirect them. The finisher was when Ohma landed four carefully timed and extremely powerful punches. Square in the middle of the face, throat and finally both of his temples. After that? He was out like a light.

Ohma won. He won and was amazing.

One of the best feelings in the world is running up to Ohma after he’s won. Jumping on him as he reaches out and catches you, strong arms wrapping around you and securing you against his body while you cry tears of happiness into his shoulder. Not only from how proud you are of him, but that he’s still here with you.

Finally getting home the two of you make your way up to the front door, both very much ready to get inside. Your hands are wrapped tightly around Ohma’s arm as you ramble on and on about how well he did.

“And then when you kicked him in the back and sent him flying into the wall! And when you were like BOOM, BOOM! Right to the gut! And when you were li-“

Ohma just hums along as a response, smiling softly as he takes in your affectionate praises and chuckling when you demonstrate your very accurate reenactments of his moves.

Every fight is worth it, if only it makes you proud of him.

It’s all for you.

You already start to relax as you shove your keys in and unlock the door, finally back inside your new home. The two of you just bought this house and moved in only a few weeks ago, and there’s still so much to do. Shit to unpack, furniture to move, rooms to paint. But overall, it’s coming together nicely. Hanging up your purse and slipping off your shoes, you continue to gush about his win.

“You were incredible, baby! Obviously you always are, but you were great tonight. I'm so proud of my big strong m-OHMA!”

He interrupts you by sweeping you off your feet, effortlessly tossing you over his shoulder and marching to the bedroom. You laugh hysterically at his eagerness, watching as he kicks the bedroom door open with his foot and accidentally makes it hit the wall. Ohma throws you on the bed, devilish smile beaming. He climbs on top of you and cages his body around yours, preventing you from moving. But you don’t want to be anywhere else.

He looks irresistible. Even with the beads of sweat that’s long been dried on his forehead. Even with the fresh and healed bruises littering his cheekbones, and even with the side of his jaw swollen from a high kick. Even with the little bit of blood still around his nostrils and the scars on his once broken nose, he’s still your handsome man.

“Ohm, go shower!” You laugh again, pawing at his chest to try and push his hot and sweaty body off of you. He’s worse than a boiling weighted blanket. Like trying to push up a brick wall, it’s no use. He furrows his eyebrows, a confused but still smug look on his face.

“Not like you’ve ever minded before.” he chuckles and moves to the side of your neck, sucking and nibbling on the spot that makes you see stars. Rolling your eyes, you wish you could wipe that shit eating grin right off his face, literally feeling it form against your skin. But since he’s right, you can’t help but giggle at the memories. There’s been countless times you two have made love right after he’s won a fight. Of course checking him out for any major injuries first, but if he’s alright the two of you will scout out inconspicuous spots in whatever arena or establishment he’s fighting in.

“Well tonight I do mind, so go shower!” You persist, “while you’re in there I can get dinner ready, we’ll eat a lil and then come back in here after, okay?” You hum, rubbing your hands up and down his chest. You’re hoping you’ve convinced him, you need just a little time to set everything up.

“You know I’m hungry for something else.” He groans in your ear before going back to the same spot on your neck and biting down hard. He shifts to support himself with his left arm while his right hand curls underneath your shirt and pulls it up, calloused fingertips making a shudder run through your body as he pulls down your bra.

You let out a long moan of content feeling his boner throb against you, the silky fabric of his boxing shorts rubbing the inside of your thigh. How badly you want to touch it, feel the warmth and stiffness of it in your hands as you jerk him off and milk him of his cum.

But you can’t give in.

You reluctantly take his hand out from underneath your shirt, intertwining your fingers together and giving his knuckles a kiss before bringing it beside your head to rest on the pillow. Keeping your hands together you glide your free hand from his chest to the back of his neck, weaving your fingers through the ends of his hair.

“Baby it’ll be worth the wait, I’ll be right here when you’re done,” You smile up at him, stroking his cheeks and gently twirling his hair. “Promise.”

He looks extremely skeptical and you laugh at his extremely unamused glare, turning your head and giving his knuckles one last kiss.

“Hmph. You better be.” He grumbles. You adjust yourself to sit up as he slowly and reluctantly gets off you, slumping towards the bathroom.

Ohma doesn’t at all mind when you’re on top. He’ll prop his arms behind his head and just watch you bounce on his cock. Boobs in his face, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moan broken profanities and loud “I love you!”s. Or when you’re sucking him off he’ll sit back, staring at your pretty doe eyes as you bob your head and moan louder the more of him you take in your mouth.

But he always ends up dominating.

If you’re riding him, he’ll eventually pick up your hips and hold you in the air while he thrusts up into you. Or he’ll slam you up and down on his cock for you. He’ll even push your whole body into his face when you sit on it, making you grind your pussy against his mouth. He’ll spank and slap your pussy until he has you begging for him to fuck you. When he takes you from behind he’ll hold your ass so tight bruises will form. He’ll bring you so close to a mind blowing orgasm, and when he feels your pussy walls start to flex he’ll stop whatever he’s doing. Fingering you, eating you out or fucking you, he’ll stop and watch as your face falls and body quivers, just chuckling and loving the sound of your needy whines and “pleeease Ohma!”s.

No matter what, he always ends up in control.

Looking in the mirror you adjust the little leather body harness you’ve been hiding from Ohma in the very back of your closet. The black straps wrap around your figure, crossing over each other and highlighting every part of your body. The thin band of the bra barely hides your nipples, boobs spilling over the top. The straps around your thighs hold your flesh snuggly, with the garter belt leading directly up to the missing thong, knowing having it off right away would tease Ohma even more.

You’ve worn lingerie lots of times before, but Ohma just rips it off within the first five minutes of you having it on. You’ve complained to him over and over again how much money he’s wasted from you having to buy replacements, but he’ll just chuckle in response. Although he’s had your body long memorized, he still wants to see every part of you at all times, so you’re hoping that tonight you’ll be able to keep it on long enough to the point it was worth purchasing.

Bringing out the other box you’ve been hiding, you place it on the bed and open it up, breath hitching as you lift off the lid and realize you might actually use these.

Taking out the two ropes, you tie them around either bed posts at the top of the bed. Pulling them as tight as you can, you set the remaining bit of it on the pillows. You then take out the blindfold, feeling the soft and silky texture on your fingers. Bringing it up to your eyes you make sure he won’t be able to see a thing, and smiling when you see it’s completely opaque.

The last thing you pull out is a little leather paddle. He’s been talking about wanting to use one on you for a while now, and you know him being tied up while you spank it against your ass yourself will make him go insane. Finally, you set out and light plenty of candles on the dresser and window sills to make it romantic. Everything is set up and your lingerie is perfect. You’re ready.

Your heart jumps at the sound of the door creaking opening, being so lost in your thoughts on how this night might go you hadn’t heard the water turn off. Steam drifts across the floor and the smell of his body soap fills the room. Your heart swells seeing Ohma walk out. A few remaining drops of water drip down his abdomen and absorb into the loosely wrapped towel around his waist, your eyes zeroing in on the bulge that you can't wait to get your hands on.

With his eyes cast towards the floor he scrubs a towel against his dark hair, attempting to speed up the drying process as it literally takes hours from how thick it is. Before you let out an annoyed and exaggerated huff to get his attention, his eyes lift up and survey the room. He carefully analyzes everything that’s set on the bed, eyes scanning each item multiple times. But finally, his eyes settle on you.

“Hey” is all you can say, giggling so nervously that it accidentally ends in a whisper.

His eyes pierce through you, and the intensity that resides in them whenever he looks at you never fails to stun you. You still get so nervous around him, and it’s now really settling in that you’ve just started a night where you’ll both be outside of your comfort zones.

You don’t know what to say or even what to do with your hands, so you opt to cover your chest with your arms and close your hands around your mouth. Your lust and excitement quickly turning into fear. It quickly starts bubbling in your stomach, and each second that passes it just gets worse.

He hasn’t said or done anything, the only thing he’s done is stop drying his hair and throwing the towel over his shoulder. Normally he would’ve had you pinned down by now. Normally he’d already be tearing your clothes off, telling you everything he’s going to do to you. Normally he would’ve already had you against the wall, counter, couch or mattress in any position he pleases. Normally he’d already be touching you, groping your boobs and caressing your pussy while he tries his best to show much you mean to him.

But he doesn’t do anything.

God, what have you done?

Maybe you haven’t thought this through enough. Should you have talked to him first? Done it another night? What if he doesn’t like it? What is he going to think of you?

Should you not have made it a surprise? Why hasn’t he moved? How would you even react to him rejecting you? What if you’ve made him so uncomfortable he breaks up with you? Is he ever going to say anything? What the hell is he thinking right now?

Your brain races with ways you can back out, and just as you try to decide between going out the window or running out of the room, he finally smiles. His eyes glaze over, getting darker as he drinks in every inch of your body.

“What’s up?” He asks, approaching you with possibly the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen on his face. You feel so much better seeing he’s already hard, throbbing boner nearly poking out of the towel.

He moves your hands from your face, holding your head in his hands and looking at you so lovingly while the mischievous glint in his eyes continues to grow. He moves your arms and wraps them around his neck, groaning upon getting a better look at your body. His hands go to your hips, groping them firmly while pulling your body into his.

After thoroughly checking you out and rubbing his hands all over your body, his hands settle back on your hips and he leans in to kiss you. But before he can, you move your right hand from behind his neck and place your pointer and middle finger lightly over his lips, giggling as you his eyes squint open and face scowls in confusion.

“What’s up?” He asks again, mumbling against your fingers. His facial expression is absolutely adorable, and taking your fingers off his lips you move to his cheek.

“Tonight, we’re doing something different.” You whisper, stroking his cheek and staring at his lips that you can’t wait to kiss. His eyebrows raise, the corner of his mouth turning up and letting out a soft chuckle.

“Yea? Is that right?” He asks. His mind races with what you could mean, but all he knows is he’s very intrigued and very turned on.

You nod your head and hum, taking the towel off his shoulder and throwing it to the corner of the room. Running your fingertips slowly down his abs, you smile at the content sigh he lets out as you reach just above the towel. You curl your fingers underneath, letting it fall to the floor and kicking it to the side.

Now that it’s free his boner springs up, hard as steel and head red and throbbing. You collect the slick bead of precum onto the pad of your pointer finger, sticking it in your mouth and staring in his eyes as you suck it off your finger.

“Tonight, you’re going to let me decide what to do.” You smile sweetly and place your hand back on his cock, so happy to see more precum leaking from his tip. You rub your finger over it again, spreading the liquid over his head before wrapping your hand so softly around it.

“Yea? Why should I?” He groans as you start moving your hand lower and lower, stroking his long cock delicately with your fingers.

“I’ll take such good care of you baby,” you purr as you pump him slowly in your hand, only up to the tip and just below it, saving going any further down for later.

“You’re my big strong man Ohma, and I love my big strong man so much.” Placing your lips lightly on his chest and peppering kisses across his pecs.

“I wanna show my big strong man how much I love him, won’t you let me do that?” You look up at him, pleading with those puppy eyes that always pull at his heart strings. He groans and drops his head down to watch your hand, jerking him off properly now. He lets out another groan, relishing in the feeling of your hands while processing your words.

“You make me feel so good Ohma, let me make you feel good too”

Alright, he honestly wasn’t expecting this. He thought you wanted him to be the one to use everything on you, so this is a surprise.

It’s just natural for Ohma to dominate, a complete reflex.

Not only is it hardwired into him, but it just makes sense to him. He wants you to know he’s your man. He doesn’t have a way with words, and he knows he couldn’t figure out the right ones to tell you how he feels anyways. He’s clumsy with his romantic attempts, so it’s the only way he feels he can best express how much he loves you. How he fights for you, wins for you, and is strong for you.

Not to mention how obsessed he is with the validation of you not only begging for him, but saying how much you love him and how good he makes you feel.

But he can’t deny how turned on he is, and what kind of man would he be if he rejected your offer? As long as you still know how much he loves you, he can’t think of a good reason to say no. You’re fucking hot, and he’s anxious to see what you might do.

“Hmph. Fine,” he smirks, leaning into your ear and dropping his voice.

“Just for tonight.”

A shudder runs through your body. It takes a minute for it to sink in that he actually agreed. You thought it’d take a lot more convincing, but seeing the captivated look in his eyes you know you’ve got him. You can barely contain yourself as you grab his face and give him the biggest kiss you can, absolutely giddy and not at all able to wait. You start by playfully trying to push him down on the bed, but you feel his body tense up, preventing you from moving him.

“Ohma, come on!”

He chuckles and watches you struggle for another minute before he finally lets you push him down.

“Up here!” You insist, motioning to the pillows so he can put his head down and lay on the bed the correct way. He settles in and you jump on him with the biggest smile on your face, and it’s his turn to laugh at how eager you are.

Straddling him you move your hips and position your pussy so it’s barely hovering over his cock. So thick and so girthy, it’s amazing you can fit him at all. Ohma flexes his cock, tip grazing against your pussy. It’s not much, but the light pressure has you even more excited for him to be inside you. You giggle as he flexes a few more times. Such a boyish thing to do, but suddenly he bucks up his hips, hard. Your arms buckle as his cock slides right against your folds and nearly enters you.

But before you let him do anything else, you force yourself to remember you’re the one in charge.

Not him.

“Ohm you said you’d let me be in control!” You whine in annoyance, knowing if you’re not the one to enforce the rule he certainly won’t. You reluctantly lift your hips up so he can’t touch you, and he hears your sigh of disappointment at the lack of contact. You lean down and give Ohma a slow, gentle kiss on the lips. His hands fly to your hips, he can’t help it. You love how he holds you, so secure and comforting even in the bedroom. But the second you feel his fingers dig in you grab his hands and put them beside each bed post.

“Hands here” you smile sweetly, reaching over and grabbing the end of the first rope. Ohma moves his wrists around quickly every time you bring it close, a smug smile plastered on his face as he watches you struggle to catch his hands.

“Oh my god Ohma, cut it out!”

He chuckles as you huff in frustration, sticking out your bottom lip and staring at him with an adorable exasperation in your eyes.

“Alright alright, you win.” He says, finally keeping his hands still.

“Hmm, that’s better” You hum happily. Thankfully he manages not to be a shithead just long enough for you to tie both ropes around each of his wrists and get them as secure as you can. He moves his hands and arms around, adjusting and getting used to the position. Yea, he could easily snap these in two. But for your sake he’ll keep them intact.

“Am I gonna need a safe word?”

You swat at his chest and roll your eyes. Once again wishing you could wipe that shit eating grin off his face. You never imagined a tied up man could still be so cocky.

“Lift your head, baby.” You say, reaching over and grabbing the blindfold. He lifts up his head and you stroke his hair before moving it out of the way. You tie the blindfold comfortably over his eyes and adjust it so it covers them completely. Kissing his forehead, you sit up and admire your work.

Ohma Tokita. Tied up, blindfolded, and giving you complete control.

You never thought you'd see the day.

You lean down and kiss his lips passionately one last time. You wanted to keep it quick since his kisses turn you into putty, but he pushes his lips against yours so strongly you let yourself stay. Your lips keep intertwining, a layer of sweet saliva now building. Trailing your lips slowly down his chin, jawline and neck you stop to pepper plenty of kisses along his chest. You shimmy further down his body, moving your arms to either side of his hips you rest your hands on the side of his abs, fingertips tracing the deep grooves of them.

You kiss his bottom abs, sprinkling each one lightly and carefully. The heavier your kisses get the more his muscles tense and twitch, your lips feeling like fire on his skin.

Craning your neck you look down and see just how hard he is. Every inch of his fat cock is throbbing, dark veins strained across the skin. Long length leading right up to his red and swollen head, silky white precum leaking from his tip. You give his tip a slow, sweet kiss. His breath hitches at the touch and goosebumps appear on his arms.

“Love your cock so much, baby” you coo, giving two more long kisses. He sighs deeply and smirks, anxious to hear more. You move down and lick a long and heavy stripe from his balls back up to his head, pressing your tongue down on the thickest vein in the middle. Reaching his head you slowly lap your tongue at the precum, so happy to see how much more has come out.

“Love your cum, baby, gonna get so much out of you tonight.”

You spit in your hand before wrapping it around his fist softly. Slipping his entire tip in your mouth you moan as his masculine taste settles on your tongue. You swirl your tongue around in a few quick circles before suddenly stuffing as much of him as you can in your mouth.

He lets out a deep groan as his cock is surrounded by wetness and warmth. His hips unconsciously start to lift, jaw tensing and teeth gritting. His head hits the beginning of your throat, making you gag and a damp feeling in your nose. With how big he is and how full your mouth is you still can’t fit his full size, using your fist for the rest. You love the feeling of him in your mouth. How it feels, smells, tastes, you can’t get enough.

You lift your head up slowly, feeling each of his veins throb against your tongue as Ohma sucks in a deep, sharp breath. Giving his tip one last swirl with your tongue you lower your head back down, slowly starting to suck him off. You get halfway down his cock before stopping, holding it in your mouth for a minute and then sucking back up to his head. Massaging your lips against his tip you pause for another minute, never having taken this long to give him a blowjob.

He lets out a long, frustrated sigh.

“Takin’ forever.”

You giggle surrounds his cock and you decide to start bobbing your head up and down at a decent pace, moaning as you press your tongue against the thickest vein as hard as you can. You move your fist up and down in sync with your mouth, his entire dick and base so wet and slippery that it's accentuated by the building slurping noises.

“Fuuuuck” he groans out, pissed he can’t see you. He can picture you perfectly, but it's not the same. He loves watching you suck him off, eyes staring up at him so adorably while he busts in your mouth. Holding your pretty little face and watching you swallow as much cum as you can, your tears mixing with the rest of it dribbling out of your mouth, rolling down your chin and neck.

You bob your head faster, sloppy sounds of your mouth getting louder as he goes further down your throat. Tears fill your eyes as your cheeks and throat start becoming sore from the power you’re using. You slow down and pull your mouth off of him, wanting to tease him but also needing a flat out break. Your hand follows after your mouth and he groans feeling your touch disappear completely. He can’t see what you’re doing or where you are, but after a minute goes by and you still haven’t moved, he starts getting restless.

“Hmph, think you’re funny huh?”

You give his thigh a quick kiss and laugh against it, having so much fun. Going further up his thigh you put his cock back in your mouth, gathering spit and sliding it down as lubrication for your hand. You bob your head as fast as you can and jack the rest of him off. His breathing gets shallower and his groans longer and deeper, thrusting his hips up harder as his thighs strain from flexing so hard. He’s about to cum.

His dick starts twitching in preparation to shoot out his cum, balls ready to send his sperm traveling down your throat. But just as he starts pulling on the ropes, keeping his hips in the air and growling like an animal, you pop your mouth off with a loud ‘slurp!’. His painfully hard cock springs back up towards him, and he lets out a very annoyed and very long sigh.

“So you love my cum, but won’t let me?” He grumbles.

You laugh and stretch over to the bedside table, grabbing a few tissues and wiping off your face and mouth.

You bend down and kiss his lips, moaning into it as he lifts up his chest and head to make the kiss even deeper. You reach your arm over and grab the paddle. Spinning yourself around you straddle his chest, putting your ass and pussy in his face. Feeling your body move and your scent drift in his nose he lets out a satisfied sigh knowing you’re so close.

But he doesn't feel satisfied for long as he hears a loud smack followed by a high pitched, “uh!”

His face and throat drops, teeth grinding and jaw tensing.

You’ve got a lot of nerve.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

You giggle at his irritated and angry tone before rubbing the paddle slowly up and down your ass cheek. You hit it again, this time harder and making you drop and body shake.

“God Ohma, I wish you were doing this!”

Now you’re just being cruel, you know how badly he’s wanted to use a paddle on you. He fights the urges to rip off the ropes and pin you down, but technically this is what he agreed to.

“You really are ridiculous, you know that?” He grumbles, and you can practically feel his eye roll underneath the blindfold. You see why Ohma likes being in control, you feel fantastic. He’s getting a taste of his own medicine, and you don't feel guilty for a thing.

After a final few hits to your cheeks you lift up your hips and move it lower, running it very lightly over your pussy. You give yourself just one gentle pat. Then another, then another. You’re not sure if it’s the anticipation of the hit or the short burst of touch following it, but you didn’t expect to get so turned on by it.

Ohma can tell you’re hitting your pussy by the wet squelch following the spanking sound. He hears your little whines and moans, feeling your legs shake as the pats start getting harder.

“You’re in so much trouble when I’m out of these.” He growls. You’re so excited thinking of what he’s gonna do to you, but you’re not ready to give him the control yet.

You spin yourself around again so you're facing Ohma, pussy still in his face. From the movement you now really feel the sting in your ass cheeks, and can already tell the spots will be sensitive for a while. You run the side of the paddle in between your lips, collecting your wetness on it.

“Open up, baby.” You moan sweetly, placing the paddle in front of his mouth. Opening his mouth he grabs it with his teeth and lets out a long groan of your taste in his mouth, but he wants so much more. Sucking on it eagerly he gets all your liquid in his mouth, keeping it on his tongue for a moment before swallowing.

Laughing at how cute he is you toss the paddle to the side, stretching over to give his knuckles a kiss. He opens up his hand and you kiss each of his fingers tenderly. You put his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, sliding your tongue down and sucking delicately.

“You know where I want your mouth.” He groans quietly. You’ve never teased him like this before, and even though he agreed to it he just wants to feel anything. Your lips, hands, mouth, pussy. Anything.

“Hmph! And since you’ve been giving me so much attitude tonight, I know where I want yours!” You sass back, about to fill his mouth with something other than his jokes. You lean back and prop up your arms on his thighs, making yourself comfortable. His nose rubs against your clit and his exhales blow on your lips, making that bundle of heat just below your tummy start to form.

“Ok baby, you have to go slowWOHH! OH, OHMA~!”

He covers his tongue in spit and lays it flat against your pussy, licking up and down to mix his spit with your wetness. He carefully flicks his tongue, barely spreading your lips with the tip. He swirls his tongue in all directions, licking and tasting every part of your pussy.

You hadn’t realized it but you’ve started grinding against his face, rocking your hips as he laps his tongue at your opening. Gripping his thighs so tight crescent shapes start to form on them from your fingernails. You let out tiny high pitched moans as your body starts to shake, feeling like your arms will give out. His entire mouth, nose and chin are completely wet, and they only continue to get wet as you buck your hips faster.

“Hmm? I gotta do what now?” He chuckles against you, now giving your pussy heavy kisses up and down. You’re adorable. He shoves his tongue through your lips again and puts it inside your hole, curling it up and down then sucking on it to taste all your juices he’s coerced out of you.

“Y-you have to.. you ha-“

Fireworks burst through your whole body. He alternates between flicking his tongue incredibly fast and painfully slow, getting revenge for your blowjob earlier. He rubs his tongue just below your clit to back inside you, slurping your pussy with his mouth but for now avoiding your throbbing little pearl.

“Oh yes, oh fuck yes ohm” you moan blissfully.

You really meant to stop. You really meant to get back in control, but he’s now concentrating on your clit and you completely fall apart. He peppers it in kisses, slow but heavy. Cupping his mouth around it he pulls the delicate bead into his mouth, gently rolling it around and playing with it.

He pops it out of his mouth with a sloppy, wet kiss. Lapping at it slowly, he flicks it up with the tip of his tongue, then stopping and holding it there as he chuckles at how cute you are. You continue to rock your hips against his face, body shaking and begging for relief. Your moans of pleasure turn into whimpers of annoyance, with little “please”s accidentally slipping out. He can’t see how far your lip is sticking out in a pout everytime he stops moving, but he knows it is.

He starts moving his tongue again, swirling it around in quick little circles. Taking the time to spell out “O-H-M-A’ he pulls your clit back in his mouth and sucks on it, feeling his teeth graze it slightly. Going up and down and side to side he growls as he buries his whole face in your pussy, eating you out like a man that hasn’t seen a meal in years.

You sit up and grab hold of his hair, making him groan a long and low “fuck” as you tug on it.

You completely forgot you were in charge tonight. You completely forgot you wanted to be in control tonight. The only thing you can think about is how good Ohma is making you feel, your body and brain only able to focus on the sensation that only he can give you. He flicks your clit so fast it feels like a vibrator, making your entire body shake.

The feeling becomes too much, and before you know it you’re cumming.

“Fuck Ohma, fuck! Yes!”

The tension starts to ease, the energy in your pussy switching from overwhelming to soothing. Your walls relax, flexing uncontrollably as your body shakes at the same speed. Your cum lands all over Ohma’s face and he takes his sweet time tasting every remaining drop of your cream. Slowing your hips the quick and steady rocks now become short and inconsistent, riding out the last moments of your high.

You sit up and collapse on top of him, moving to sit more on his chest. Curled over your stomach rests against his face and your cheek against the wall. You sit there to help your body relax on its own, breathing steadying and body regaining its normal feeling.

After a minute you’re finally able to take in a full, deep breath.

You reach over to the bedside table again and grab another wad of tissues, wiping off his face and kissing his forehead sweetly. You don’t even know how, but a few drops of your cum got on the very bottom of the blindfold. You wipe his nose but before you touch his mouth he licks around it, collecting every last bit of your liquid off his face and savoring it. After cleaning him off you grab his face with both hands, holding him closely and giving him a passionate kiss.

“Need you in me now.” You moan desperately, every part of your pussy pleading for Ohma to make you feel whole.

Shimmying back down you straddle his waist, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your pussy. You sink down on his cock quickly, completely impatient. Your skin meets his as you reach the bottom, all of him now inside you. You've been waiting all night for him to fill you, your entire body spasming in excitement now that he finally is. It’s like butterflies are fluttering throughout every fiber of your body, and the euphoria you feel radiates through your veins.

“Oh Ohma, oh Ohma-Ahh~!”

You continue sitting on him, savoring the warmth of cock that fills you. He’s so big, head rubbing against your cervix and pushing in his precum. You roll your hips in a slow, small circle, his cock grazing and rubbing every part of your pussy.

You can’t wait any longer, and you raise your hips up and drop back down. The two of you let out a simultaneous blissful sigh as you come back down, taking all of him again.

“Oh, oh baby” you moan loudly, sitting still on him once again. It sucks that by going so slow you’re teasing yourself too, but you really think you can do this.

You raise your hips up again and drop back down slowly, making a loud squelching sound as you move. You hadn’t even realized how much more wet you’ve gotten, but Ohma sure did. You’re only going about halfway down cock, and it’s driving him crazy. Your delicate spongy spot is throbbing so hard, needing to feel him fill you up completely again.

As if he can read your mind he starts bucking his hips up, moving your entire body up and down and making you bounce on his cock.

“O-Ohm! Y-you can’t do that again!” You whimper helplessly. You already gave into him when he was eating you out, you can’t let it happen again.

“I-I’m the one in charge!”

You try to sound firm but your moaning takes over the majority of your sentence, the way his head hits the tender area starting your cervix feels like you’re getting struck by lightning.

Again, dominating is a reflex for him.

Can you blame the guy?

The heat builds in your stomach as he thrusts faster, grunting loudly as he puts all his strength and power into moving his hips. Pulling his arms and tensing his legs he gets more leverage, like he’s spreading the strength he can’t use through his cock. The mattress creaks almost as loudly as your moans, bed posts crashing against the wall and making the framed pictures of you two swing back and forth.

Your breaths become short and quick as your walls begin squeezing automatically. You feel that warm tension start to come to a climax as your body gets ready to let go. You're about to cum again, but you force yourself to jump up.

“I’m.. i’m the one in charge” You repeat, more or less trying to convince yourself. You’re panting hard, nearly regretting your decision as the heat in your pussy makes its home there until you feel relief, nagging you how much you need Ohma.

“Hmph, you sure?” He chuckles hearing how your voice shakes and whimpers. You stay hovering in the air, lifting your hips as high as you can so he can’t reach you if he thrusts. You have to hold out at least a little longer, so you close your eyes and slow your breathing to calm down. Okay okay, inhale, exhale. You can last, you can do it. You’ve been waiting forever for a night like this with Ohma, and it’s far better than you ever could’ve imagined. Something like this might not happen again, so you need to savor it and find your strength.

“Yes, I am sure.” You say confident and sternly.

You move down so you’re sitting in between his legs, having some distance from him and his cock making you feel just a tiny bit better. It was already an amazing sight seeing Ohma tied up in the first place, but right now it might be even more beautiful. Body covered in sweat, hair sticking up everywhere as his cock throbs back and forth, like it’s looking for you. You spit on your palm and jerk him off, keeping a firm but loose grip. The spit makes your hand slide up and down so fantastically he lets out a deep, long “Fuuuck.”

He thrusts his hips and fucks your hand, breathing getting labored and balls tightening.

He really thinks you’re just going to let him cum?

Nope.

You’re in charge, and it looks like you have to remind him.

You take your hand off completely, making him groan the second he feels your fingertips leave.

“Hmph. This again?” He grumbles.

Putting your hand back around him you pump maybe a centimeter below his head, letting your hand then come back up and cup his head. You moan feeling it twitch in your hand, thankful to feel your touch once again. You adjust yourself and lean down to plant a kiss on his tip. You sprinkle kisses down from his tip to his balls and he moans as you pull his balls into your mouth and suck on them.

Letting go of his balls you travel back up and plant one last kiss on his leaky head, flicking your tongue at his slit before moving your head down quickly and taking as much as you can of him. He lets out a long, hearty groan feeling the warmth and slipperiness of your mouth and your tongue slither up and down at the same time.

His hips sputter up, his cock going further down your throat and making you gag. You hold out, the way he’s fucking your throat is amazing, and the way he groans hearing the slurpiness of your mouth is incredible.

But you push your hands down on his hips, popping your mouth off him and sitting up as quickly as you can, giggling once again at his annoyed and extremely unamused expression.

“Whose in charge?” you ask sweetly, climbing over him and whispering in his ear.

“Hmph. I suppose you want me to say you?” He chuckles, stupid smug smile on his face.

“Hmph!” You mimic him.

You grab his cock again, this time as loose as possible. You’re practically only holding it, not applying pressure. You move your fist down about one millimeter at a time, and stop after reaching about an inch. You reach his base, but now you’re deciding to jerk him off passionately, or continue teasing him.

Continue teasing him.

You take your hand off, dragging your fingernails slowly through the hair that surrounds his cock. You then do slow piano fingers around him, tapping your fingertips very lightly and smirking watching how hard his dick is pulsing. Head red and angry, matching how he feels on the inside.

Groaning once again at his lack of cumming, he gives in.

“Now, who's in charge?” You ask, both love and confidence in your voice.

Even though there’s an endless chuckle in his throat and giant shit eating grin on his face, he gives in.

“You, (y/n)”

You hum happily, a chill running up your spine the way he says your name.

You lean down and kiss his tip, slowly parting your lips to wrap around it. You massage them up and down, just stroking him with them before putting his head in your mouth. You suck on it lightly, your tongue swirling around it every other second.

Taking your mouth off you lap your tongue against his head, flicking your tongue slowly before giving it a final kiss. You lick a slow line down to his balls and back up. Taking his cock back in your hands, holding it near the base and gently moving it around so you can lick each side of it.

Reaching his balls again you stop and cover them in kisses, feeling the delicate skin against your lips as his thighs flex and he lets out a heavy sigh. You move your hand from his base down to hold his balls in your hand, tenderly stroking them with your tongue. You stick out your tongue and start licking it, carefully taking the time to make sure his entire sack is covered in spit.

Ohma lets out a long groan as you put his cock back in your mouth and plummet down as far as you can.

“Mmm-mm!” You moan, starting to move your mouth back up to his tip and bob your head as fast as you can. You tilt up your eyes and watch as his face twists and turns in pleasure, abs tensing and adam's apple moving up and down.

You pop your mouth off of him and let out an intense “fuck!” Needing him inside you right now. You can’t stop throbbing, so you move up to him as fast as you can and line up his tip with your opening.

In one motion you sink down, your skins slapping together as you sit on him completely. You let out a high pitched moan and Ohma a low groan, his cock and your walls pulsing at the same time, thankful for each other’s touch again. Your body shakes at the feeling of him in you again, sparks flying through you as you throw your head back at how good you feel. You really appreciate the gentle breeze of the ceiling fan, feeling overheated in so many ways.

Lifting up your hips you jump into bouncing as fast as you can, letting out high “UH, Uh, UH’s!” When his tip crashes against your g-spot, like balls of fire shooting through you. The moans between you two with the squelching of your pussy and slapping of your skins is incredible, and Ohma especially appreciates it since he can’t see anything. Easily the worst part of tonight is not being able to see you.

It’s so automatic for him, so once again he starts lifting up his hips. And once again, you stop immediately. You use all your weight to press down on his chest, fingernails sinking into his pecs as your arms tense from the pressure you’re using.

“Don’t move” you say, sternly but sweetly. He raises his eyebrows and smirks, having just a little bit of fun hearing you command him.

Pressing down on his chest gives you better leverage to move your hips up and down, and his tip hits your cervix at a new and amazing angle. Using more force your ass crashed down against him, slapping against his skin as it shakes.

You’re feeling so many different sensations, both physically and emotionally. It’s like you’re on a rollercoaster, so you weave your fingers into his hair and pull as hard as you can.

“Ohhh, Ohma! FUCK i love your cock!” You shriek, mind completely blank. Your head is in the clouds and your body feels light as a feather as all you can process is Ohma.

“I love you I love your cock I love you I love your cock!!!”

It all comes out in a jumbled, whimpery mess. The way he fills you up is incredible, the feeling of how hard and hot his fat cock is inside you is unlike any other. You sit on him again, collapsing on him with your chest heaving and breath trembling. You need to rest your hips, thighs, ass, your whole body is. Everything is burning, you definitely don’t have as much stamina as Ohma so this is a great workout.

The slippery pool connecting you two makes it easy for you to grind your pussy on him, moving your hips forwards and backwards you effortlessly slide on his skin. The new motion makes your clit rub against him in a way that puts you in a daze.

You didn’t know it but you’ve been scratching his pecs so hard it’s drawn blood. He’s obviously sustained much worse injuries, but you still don’t like seeing even a paper cut on him.

“Ohma, I’m so sorry, I’m so s-“

“Do it.” He says simply, but sternly.

Not expecting his response you nod your head even if he can’t see it, voice having disappeared from being so stunned. Your fingernails return to their original location, covering the handprints that are settled on his chest. Your body feels light and your head feels like it’s in the clouds, and squeezing your eyes shut that electric fuzzy feeling starts spreading through you.

“I’m gonna cum, Ohma I’m gonna cum” you whisper, voice breaking as you feel the rush of euphoria

“Me too, i’m right here” he groans. His balls are overflowing with cum from you edging him so goddamn much tonight, and he can’t wait to get his seed inside you. The tight knots below your tummy start to unravel, legs trembling as your moans practically make a song.

The two of you cum at the same time, both simultaneously moaning as the two of you give your cum to each other, having saved it just for this moment. You’ve never felt him cum this much before, or for so long. Animalistic growls as he shoots his seed inside you, semen traveling to where they belong. You’re squeezing him so hard, milking him empty.

You fall on top of him again, both of you breathing heavily and chests heaving. After a minute you finally gain the energy and motivation to move. Lifting off him a long silky string connects you two, proof of you two giving yourselves to each other as well as the pool of liquid spilling out of you and dripping onto the mattress.

You roll over and collapse on the side of the bed, still trying to catch your breath and cool off. You’ll get clean sheets in a minute, but you need to calm down. You’re making Ohma make the bed though, you’ve done enough tonight.

“That was amazing.” you whimper. You roll yourself over and snuggle into his chest, listening to his heart practically beat out of it.

You really can’t believe tonight just happened. You really convinced him to let you lead. It was even better than you imagined, and if you were able to you’d do it to him everyday.

A wave of tiredness washes over you, and you’re ready to fall asleep any second.

“So, are you gonna undo these ropes or should I?” He chuckles.

“Oh, right! Sorry!” You scramble up and lift his blindfold. His dark eyes flutter open, eyelashes grazing the fabric and looking at you with pure adoration that makes your heart melt.

This night was unexpected, but he loved it. You always take such good care of him in every way. He would never admit it, but you already drive him wild more than you’ll ever know, and tonight just solidified it.

He’s never been that vulnerable to someone before. Yea it was during sex, but it was still a step for him. He knows how much work he still has to do, but he’ll do it for you. Even if he really doesn’t know how to. You’re able to put words to your feelings. You express your affection and love for him easily. You never struggle to, you’re warm and nurturing. He’s never known love until he met you.

But he does struggle. That’s why he leads you. His body is the one thing he knows how to use to express himself, especially with his love for you. He didn’t realize you were able to use your body the same way he does, maybe even better. This is why you’re incredible.

You both stepped out of your comfort zones tonight, but it was so worth it. You stroke his right wrist where the rope was tied, the indentation of it on his skin.

“Would you… let me do that again?”

It was meant to come out a lot more confident. Even after the night you two just had you feel so shy now, wanting more than anything for him to be happy and satisfied.

“Mm, maybe.” He chuckles, making you roll your eyes. Grabbing his face you kiss him like your life depends on it, so utterly in love with him.

You untie the last rope on his wrist, still holding it in your hands when you’re suddenly pinned down.

You couldn’t possibly expect Ohma to stay submissive for long.

He locks his eyes on yours so intensely that you can’t look away. Bending down, his lips brush against your ear as he roughly whispers.

“My turn.”

A/N: ugh totally not sure how i feel about this tbh i feel like its so bad 😭celebrating my other fav show bobs burgers starting season 14 the capoeira master is maybe inspo’d by jairo a lil c:

dundukadun PANDEIRO dundukadun BRASIL!

#kengan ashura #kengan ashura x reader #tokita ohma #tokita ohma x reader #me oh my this took forever #gonna edit this more in the morning just wanted to get it out c:#does this count for kinktober??#lets say yes #tokita ohma smut #tokita ohma fluff

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sinsandsweetness · 2 years ago

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okok be prepared it has a plot twist🤭 but it’s not sexy or anything

how i remember my whole dream idk but i usually remember all of my dreams if they’re good or nightmares

it all takes place at my house for some reason idk

so it started off with me helping Negan load up his truck and ofc i was crying(idk why he was leaving tho but he was) and he looked at me with those dreamy eyes and i ran into his arms and he kissed my head

also this is like Negan before twd(like jdm before twd, that one clip of him rubbing his arms in a black t-shirt and winking at the camera🤭🤭)

and he got in the truck and drove off, and i watched him leave till i heard some type of sound. i think it was like a gunshot or something but i immediately took off running after his truck and somehow caught up with him and he jumped out of the truck and picked me up and spun around and said “i can’t do it. i can’t leave you” and we kissed and it was so romantic

and then BAM

we’re back home and my best friend is walking down the road to my house on her phone and gets hit by a car. it was kinda funny cause it was like the cartoons where they flat out like a pancake lmao😭

and then suddenly i turn into a detective trying to figure out the murderer and i’m being haunted by the demon that killed her(my dream kinda turned into a nightmare here, which isn’t uncommon for me sadly) and then it tried to kill me and flung my house to the moon, idk where Negan was atp cause i could hear him calling my name throughout the nightmare part

anyways my dream ended with me playing catch with the moon and pluto was the ball

bby anon😭😭

That was… a twist and turn of events if I ever heard one hahah.

Fun little fact about me, I used to record all the dreams that I could remember. Every single one I would write down with the date. I have about… 4 years worth? Obviously not every single night but definitely a good amount. I want to start that up again actually…maybe I will🤭

Anyway… speaking of jdm, I had a dream not too long ago where I had a son and he looked just like Jensen ackles… idk what that means hahah

#inbox #bby anon <3

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kingkaisen · 1 year ago

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Once this series is over for me I’m blocking you 🤍

BUT WOOO NEXT CHAPTERRRR

Hange pauses to yawn heavily. <- why did I yawn too?

They mumble before giving in to yet another big yawn. <- I YAWNED AGAIN. STOP IT.

After the conversation with Levi at the diner last month… <- what a smooth way to introduce a tiny time skip and show us the pacing of everything!

YESSSS ERWIN MENTIONNNNNN

Erwin is dressed in a relaxed fit blue button down and a pair of sunglasses that cover his matching eyes, a denim jacket flung over his shoulder by one finger. They could have been supermodels if they wanted to, you chuckle to yourself. <- AND HE’S WEARING COLOGNE TOO I JUST KNOW IT. UW ERWIN IS SO GODDAMN FINE UGH.

THE HEADPAT AND THE HAIR RUFFLING UGH I LOVE ERWIN

So the closest parking spot being 10 minutes walk really shows how big this festival is! Very creative! Also I would go home immediately.

When you all make it to the archway, you can’t help but clap your hands and jump in excitement. <- another day in the life of reader being precious as hell

You feel something tickle your scalp and as you reach up to see what it is, your hand feels another about to pull away. When you look over, you see Levi’s nimble fingers carefully plucking a blossom petal out of your hair. <- another day in the life of Levi being precious as hell, and of course, you describe those movements AMAZINGLY

Reader’s excitement made her study this event and look at pictures, which is too adorable.

AWEEE LEVI IS HAVING FUN, THATS SO CUTE!!!

OHHH I FORGOT LEVI GETS KINDA JEALOUS OF HER AND FURLAN AHHHHH

AHHH some good old fashioned Hange Levi banter! It’s refreshing to see that with the way Hange and Erwin bond together and reader and Levi bond together! I LOVE ALL FOUR OF THEM AND THEIR FRIENDSHIP

Erwin being too tall for the Photo Booth UGH he’s so attractive

OMG SHES IN LEVI’S LAP

"Ah, I can't reach the screen. Here, Levi, hold this." You suddenly feel your body being pushed to the side by Hange and a gasp escapes your lips as you find yourself in a new seat - Levi's lap. Levi grunts as you land. In a panic, you attempt to stand up but then his hands are on your hips and you’re being pulled down to his thigh closest to the wall…” <- OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THIS IS SO . LIKE I LITERALLY GASPED OH MY GOD OH MY GOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (Levi grunting 😏) AHHHHHHHH

A moment of you two staring at each other…<- they’re so cute bye

NOT THE CLOWN SCENE FROM THE ACTUAL ANIME IM SCREAMING

ERWIN IS WEARING A GOLD WATCH. THAT’S MY HUSBAND BTW

You clap in excitement and run towards the edge of the river to get a closer look. <- I would die for her.

I love people like the reader who actually notice when their friend is struggling and subtly help them out. They can’t fix you but they can make life a bit easier. I’m gonna cry.

OH LORD FURLAN JUST KISSED HER CHEEK

FURLAN IS FALLING IN LOVEEEE BACK OFFFFFFF. MOVEEEEEEE

EVERYONE UNDERSTANDS THE READER SO WELL NOW IM SO CONFUZZLED (as i kept reading i see that they’ve been learning. I just had to be patient. That’s so cute!)

By this time, the sunlight was completely gone and replaced by a bright full moon with twinkling lights dancing around it. They remind you of Levi. <- This is such a cute, romantic, and sweet sentence!

WHO THE HELL IS THIS FELLOW BOTHERING THE READER? The old foster home trauma, I’m gonna cry

This is sad and I hate that man and I want to hold the reader and fight Sky for writing this BUT levi just said she’s his 😏🤭 EHEHEHEH

GODDAMN IT HANGE . HORRIBLE TIMING

WAIT STOP WAIT THE FURLAN LEVI PHONE CALL? OH MY GOD. SKY I’M ENGROSSED RIGHT NOW. I CANT BREATHE. THEY BOTH WANT HER I CANT DO THIS. I CANT.

You were breathtaking to him in every way, and he decided right then and there that he just wanted you. Just you, and no one else. <- OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS. NO WORDS.

WHY THE HELL COULDNT HE REALIZE THIS 15 SECONDS AGO AND TELL FURLAN TO BACK THE HECK OFF

THEY’RE SO CUTE AND IN LOVE. I NEED THEM TO CONFESS AND KISS AND GET MARRIED NOW. RIGHT NOW. IMMEDIATELY. Also, Saturn by Sleeping At Last was on my mind during the sadder parts of this chapter! I don’t know why.

Chapter 6: April

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!mute!Reader (she/her pronouns), set in a modern semi-fictional world

☾ Summary ➼ Due to childhood trauma, you find yourself an adult without the ability to speak. After years of working on it, you have found ways to live without a voice. Now here in your late 20s, you are 5 months in getting used to a new town. On a fateful day in late November, you and your adopted sister visit a local bookstore-café, unaware of the friendships about to blossom. Throughout the months, one friendship in particular develops into something more.

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, oblivious feelings, romance, angst, mention of minor character deaths, trauma, illness, adoption, mentions of fire, disabilities, alcohol use, very light nsfw mentions, references to child abuse, smoking and alcohol abuse mentions, domestic violence, light assault (to be continued as writing is ongoing)

☾ Author's note ➼ *kicking my feet excitedly* hey guys, turns out I was just being dramatic. I'm actually really happy with how this turned out. Could it be better? Sure, but that doesn't change that I'm happy with what it is right now. This is super long, but I promise it's worth it. It's filled with tropes and fluff and surprises and I hope you guys enjoy it! Also just a quick 'I'm sorry' for making you wait so long! I was struggling with some bad writers block and then I got covid so things just couldn't pick up the way I wanted them to. But it's here now!!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~10.9k (huehue)

The Sakura Festival held downtown was unlike anything you’ve ever been to before. Since Hange and you had moved here sometime over the summer, you had missed all of what Jinae’s spring had to offer. Suffice it to say, though you didn’t know it yet, it was well worth waking up for at 8 in the morning. Your sister, however, thought otherwise as you both sped down the streets towards Levi and Erwin’s apartment while she curled up in her seat.

“I just don’t understand why we have to go right when it opens. It’s going to be…” Hange pauses to yawn heavily. “…an all-day thing.” They finish with a big stretch in the passenger seat. You shoot her a quick displeased glance and they throw their hands up in the air.

“Okay, okay. I know, you’re excited and want to see everything. But I didn’t get to bed until like 3 in the morning. So, excuse me if I’m exhausted.” They mumble before giving in to yet another big yawn. You roll your eyes at them. It’s not like this was sprung upon them last minute. After the conversation with Levi at the diner last month, it was all you could think and talk about. Well, not all.

Your thoughts were clouded with more Levi than usual. He'd been much more open to you the past couple weeks than in the last 5 months combined. The progress was rocky, sure. But progress was still progress. Fortunately, Hange still hadn’t asked for any details of what happened that night, but she knew something was up. You fiddle mindlessly with your necklace at these thoughts, the one you haven’t taken off since it was put on by Levi.

“Thinking about Shorty?” Hange cuts in with a teasing voice. You blindly swat at them without looking over, frowning. “Hey! It’s not my fault you’re smiling like an idiot right now!” They laugh and you swat at them again, but you can't help but break out into a matching grin.

Soon after, you park in the street across from the boys’ apartment and shoot Levi a text that you were there. You and Hange had suggested that they carpool with you since Erwin’s wrist was still on the mend and Levi had an aversion to driving himself. The reason why you were stuck behind the wheel, though, and not Hange, was because she was ‘too tired to drive’. You decided quickly that you would rather drive than get into a wreck because your sister fell asleep in the middle of the road.

In the corner of your eye, you see Levi bounding down the steps with his blonde best friend right behind him. You shift in your seat nervously, fingers tapping on the wheel. When they get closer, you're incapable of keeping your eyes off the two handsome men. Even for how warm it was today, you’re not surprised to see Levi wearing his leather jacket over a hoodie with the hood pulled over his head. Erwin is dressed in a relaxed fit blue button down and a pair of sunglasses that cover his matching eyes, a denim jacket flung over his shoulder by one finger. They could have been supermodels if they wanted to, you chuckle to yourself.

“Oooh here come the men. Do you think they rehearse that walk when they’re together?” Hange laughs. Levi and Erwin slide into the back seat a few moments later and you turn around in your seat to greet them with a massive smile and wave.

Levi’s deadpan expression doesn’t faze you - though were you able to read his mind, you would know his heart was beating faster than a racehorse the moment he woke up today. Erwin teasingly ruffles Hange’s frazzled hair and pats the top of your head gently. You wouldn’t say it to his face, but he radiated such ‘dad vibes. Not that it bothered you any.

“Well look at you both!” Erwin boisterously exclaims as he beams to the two of you. You smile right back at him in satisfaction. You spent so many hours in the last week trying to find the right thing to wear today. A pair of off-white overalls cinches at your waist and stops at your thighs, the hem hugging at your skin effortlessly. Your favorite band t-shirt can be seen peeking over the straps. With your hair pulled up in a loose ponytail that created tendrils that fell in your face, the look was completed by your new favorite accessory. Which of course was perfect for the occasion.

Levi’s gift glimmers in the sun as you shift in your seat. The gift giver himself had his eyes on you the moment he stepped into the vehicle and only looked away once you met his gaze. A soft blush creeps up your face while you turn to face the wheel.

The drive to the festival grounds was a relatively short one, thankfully. With the help of Erwin’s clear directions, you were able to get there without issue. But then you had to turn down Hange’s obnoxious loud metal music so you could focus on finding a place to park. Even showing up early, parking was a nightmare, and you could only find a spot about a 10-minute walk from the closest entrance.

Jinae has a fairly wide river that cuts through the heart of the town. The festival itself sat on the surrounding outer banks of it, both sides occupied by vendors and joined by a bridge that crossed over the crystal water. It was there on the banks of the river that most of the cherry blossom trees rested, swaying in the spring breeze that caused a flurry of petals to fly around. When you all make it to the archway, you can’t help but clap your hands and jump in excitement. The atmosphere was so lively already, and you could not wait to dive headfirst into what the festival had to offer.

“Well, what’s first on the docket?” Erwin inquires as he steps forward to stare out into the bustling square ahead. You’re already signing excitedly about today’s activities and Hange has to grab your hands to make you stop and start over. You give them an apologetic grin then take a deep breath before signing everything again, slowly this time.

‘There’s a parade of floats made out of flowers that starts in about fifteen minutes. Then there’s a duck race sometime in the afternoon. Not to mention the carnival rides, live music, and finally fireworks to finish the night!’ You had spent such an ungodly amount of time staring at the festival’s schedule that it was practically burned into the back of your skull. And like Hange mentioned earlier, you were dedicated to seeing it all.

“That sounds like a lovely plan, Love. Let’s get going so we can get a good spot then.” Hange says as they bump into your shoulder affectionately when they walk past, starting up a conversation with Erwin as he falls in step with theirs.

You feel something tickle your scalp and as you reach up to see what it is, your hand feels another about to pull away. When you look over, you see Levi’s nimble fingers carefully plucking a blossom petal out of your hair. He mouths a wordless apology. Even with his uninterested face, his eyes couldn't hide his amusement. Amusement for what, though, you didn't know. Not even thinking twice do you grab his hand and start tugging him along into the depths of the crowd.

The parade was as magnificent as the pictures online portrayed, maybe even better. There were floats of various themes that you had a lot of fun discerning while you jumped around in the crowd. You had decided your favorite out of all of them was the oceanic one.

There were all sorts of tropical flora that formed the shape of a conch shell in the center, and it sat on a bed of beautiful blues and whites that formed into waves around it. You’ve never had the opportunity to go to the coast but seeing the float made you long for the sea in ways you’ve never had before. You hoped one day you’d get to go.

The second the last float drifted by, you wasted no time dragging your little group straight to the duck racing registrar. According to Levi, Jinae hosted this race as a fundraising event for the local orphanage in town. The premise is that people would pay for as many rubber ducks as they want for a certain amount of money and each duck had a number written on the bottom.

Once everyone who wanted to enter did so, city officials then released all of the purchased ducks down the river to be collected at a certain point. Levi didn’t know of the specifics, but he said that eventually someone would fish them out at the designated finish line and people corresponding to the first 10 ducks that crossed would win a prize. It was the silliest thing you’ve ever heard of so naturally you brought money to participate.

Even if you didn’t win, you were happy to know it was going to something so worthy. To be perfectly honest though, the biggest reason you were so excited about it is because of the way Levi had talked about the race during your last hang out.

Hange decided to start hosting weekly movie nights at your shared apartment and of course everyone was invited. As usual, your sister chose something "ironically hilarious", not without a mischievous cackle. Much to Hange’s disappointment but not surprise, you and Levi chose to spend that time playing cards and talking about the Sakura Festival at the dining table instead.

With it coming up so soon, you had wanted to pick Levi's brain on what you should check out first. Levi said that it had been years since he last went, so he wasn't the best person to ask. But when you asked about the duck races, his usual stone-cold exterior softened. Levi didn't elaborate, but you could tell by the way his voice lightened that he was quite fond of the fundraiser. So, if Levi liked it, then so did you.

To your delight, Erwin and Hange pay for one duck each. You purchase three like you had planned. And Levi purchases five. As he reaches into his wallet to pay, you can't help but watch in adoration at how carefree he seemed, like he was genuinely enjoying his time. His jaw and shoulders are slack and a small smile twitches at the corners of his scarred lips as he speaks to the booking clerk. Something pokes you in the side; it's your sister. Hange snickers at you with a gleam in their eyes. You stick your tongue out at them and they just poke you again, eliciting a small gasp from you.

"Everything okay?" You jump at Levi's sudden voice to the right of you. An eyebrow raises in concern, his eyes almost tinted blue from the clear sky above. You nod and roll your eyes in the direction of your sister, as if to say, 'Hange just being Hange.' He hums and looks down at his phone, lips pursing at whatever he was looking at.

"Furlan just texted me to let me know he’ll be here soon. " Levi slides his phone into his back pocket as he speaks.

"Furlan's coming?" Hange asks as they snake an arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah, he kind of invited himself." Levi mutters.

"Hey, the more the merrier." Erwin chuckles behind Hange. You smile in agreement, but the subtle disappointment in Levi's tone doesn’t escape your ears.

"There's no use in sitting around waiting. The races start in about an hour so why don't we use this time to wander?" Your sister raises a hand in the air as they start off in a random direction, their other arm linked with Erwin and currently pulling him along. Shaking your head in amusement, you and Levi follow close behind.

The Sakura Festival reminded you of the renaissance fair in the way that there were various booths and vendors that surrounded you, all selling anything and everything you’d expect. The only difference being the multitude of carnival rides and attractions that peppered around the grounds. That, and the very obvious size of the event itself. It wasn’t very crowded for now, but you suspect that will change later in the day. Hange calls out to you and Levi from ahead, arms waving above their head to get your attention.

"Guys! Look at this!" She's jumping up and down while pointing at a small but tall boxy contraption with a black curtain pulled to the side. Upon closer inspection, you notice there's a little space inside with a small bench and a computer screen sitting opposite it. It's a photo booth. You eye your sister quizzically.

"Well? Wanna try?" You shrug which Hange takes as an okay, a wild smile lighting up their face.

"Yes! Alright!! Levi, in you go!"

"Wha- like hell!"

"C'mon! It'll be fun!" Hange grabs Levi's arm and pushes him inside the booth so forcefully that he slams onto the bench with a hiss. "Erwin, you'll have to pop your head in from the side, you're just too tall." And then her fingers are grasping your arm as she pulls both of you in before you can do anything to stop her. The booth is even smaller on the inside and with the way you both toppled in, you find yourself plopping on her lap like a child. Cozy is not the first word that comes to mind.

"Ah, I can't reach the screen. Here, Levi, hold this." You suddenly feel your body being pushed to the side by Hange and a gasp escapes your lips as you find yourself in a new seat - Levi's lap. Levi grunts as you land. In a panic, you attempt to stand up but then his hands are on your hips and you’re being pulled down to his thigh closest to the wall, so that you are facing the camera at an angle. You can't bring yourself to look at him, and any knowledge on how to breathe vanishes. The sound of angry waves fills your ears as heat rushes to your cheeks. Oh my god. Is this really happening?

"'Everything okay?" Erwin's voice comes muffled. He pops his head through the curtain, and his bright blue eyes land on your wide ones. If he was thinking anything, he gave nothing away.

"Yup almost... got it!" Hange yells in triumph as they press down on something. "Get ready!"

There's a beeping coming from the corner of the booth that must be the countdown, but you can hardly focus on it. All you can think about is the way you fit on Levi's lap. Beep. How flush your body was against his chest that you could feel his racing heart, no doubt beating at the same speed as yours, against your back. Beep. His shallow breaths tickling the back of your neck as you clenched your hands into tight fists that rest on your thighs. Beep. Levi shifts under you, his leg jostling you for a moment. Beep. Your brain is foggy, clouded by Levi. Levi, Levi, all Levi.

Your name is being called - distant sounding at first then loud and right next to you. You startle at the sudden noise and whip your head to the source. Erwin and Hange are staring at you from outside of the booth, sunlight filtering through the spaces around their bodies as they stand in the little doorway. They both have matching amused smirks lighting up their faces. Levi clears his throat from behind. As if zapped, you shoot up quickly from Levi's lap and scramble out the hole, palms sweaty in your tight fists. The cool, spring breeze softly hitting your flushed and hot face is very welcoming.

"You okay?" Erwin steps up next to you, his voice laced with concern.

'Yeah, just really hot and stuffy in there.' You sign back, taking a deep breath. It wasn't a lie. But the way Erwin eyed you makes you feel like he knows something you don't.

"Oh my gosh look at US!!" Hange squeals from behind you. When you turn to face them, they're smiling down at a couple strips of paper which you guess are the photocopies. They bound over to you and shoves one of the copies in your direction then gives the other to Erwin. "Here, one for each household."

The sun glares off the film and you have to bring it close to your face so you can see the panels better. There are four photos total, all in color and bright from the flashes. Hange and Erwin are making different faces in each one, there's even one of them laughing mid-snap. But then you glance over to the other corner where you and Levi sit, and you want to throw yourself in the river in embarrassment.

The first two photos are the same. You're looking straight into the camera like a deer in the headlights, luckily with a small smile tugging at your lips but shock is very evident on your face. Levi is staring off to the side with a vacant expression, heavy lidded and slack. Both of you are red in the face though. The third one is blurry with movement. In the last one, you and Levi are looking at each other, his steely gray eyes flashing silver in the blinding light. A moment of you two staring at each other, something you don't remember doing, frozen in time. You flick your eyes up and over the little strip of paper in between your fingers to look at Levi. He's facing away with his hands in his pockets, his cheeks the same shade of red in the photo. Even if they were embarrassing, you find yourself pressing the photos close to your chest anyways.

"Alright, where to next!? We have plenty of time to kill." Hange exclaims.

So, the four of you did indeed kill time. It was mostly spent gawking at the vendors and making plans of what rides you all wanted to visit after the race. At one point Erwin and Hange got separated from you and Levi, leaving the two of you to seek refuge from the crowd under the shade of trees. Not a lot of conversation happened, you suspect because of the awkward moment at the photo booth. The revisiting thought makes you blush. You were on your toes trying to scan the ever-moving crowd for any signs of your sister when you heard an unsettling voice coming from the direction of where Levi stood currently.

"Hi little fella, got some tasty candy for you. Wanna try it?" Leaning down behind Levi with a comically large lollipop is a man decked out in the most garish of clown costumes. "It's reeaal good." Levi doesn't move.

The expression on his face would have been priceless had the clown been less horrifying. You give the clown a polite smile before gingerly grabbing Levi's hand, taking extra care of the missing digits, and dragging him away to a random direction within the crowd. He doesn't resist. He actually tightens his grip and pulls ahead so that he's the one leading.

Taken aback by his sudden assertiveness, your heart does cartwheels. You're about to ask where he’s taking you until you see that he's pulling you in the direction of Hange and Erwin who are currently heading your way. His hand releases yours before reaching them, far too quickly for your liking.

"There you two are! We were looking everywhere. Were you both making out behind a tree?" Hange jokes. Hange has an ice cream cone in their hand and Erwin’s wrapped wrist has a heart shaped balloon tied to it.

‘Where the hell have you two been?’ Actively ignoring the crass joke thrown at you. You sign this at the same time as you hear a familiar playful voice chirp up from behind the pair in front of you.

“What’s this about making out?” Hange steps aside to reveal Furlan who had his hand in a bag of kettle popcorn. He pulls his hand out to wave at you with a big grin and you reciprocate with your own. “Did Levi finally find himself a suitor?”

“Shut up.” Levi flips Furlan off with a grumble.

“Sorry I’m so late. I slept in and then finding a parking spot was a nightmare! Where are we headed??” Furlan looks around your little group expectantly.

“We should probably start heading back to the race area because I think it’s about to start.” Erwin checks the gold watch strapped to his good wrist. It glints off the afternoon sun and you have to glance away so that it doesn’t blind you.

“Aw man, did I already miss the registration?” Furlan hangs his head low in disappointment.

“Well if you actually used the alarm function on your phone, you would have made it on time.” Levi retorts back dryly.

Reaching into the little purse dangling off your hip, you pull out your three ticket stubs with a random number on each of them and step up closer to Furlan. When you wave your hand to get his attention, he glances at you and then at your pinched fingers.

“Oh. No! Please, it’s okay. I can always try for next year.” He insists, holding his hands up in front of his chest defensively. You give him a soft smile as you pick one out and push it towards him anyways. “Are you sure?”

Rolling your eyes, you reach over to push the ticket into his open palm and using your other hand, you clamp his fingers around it so that it sits in his hand safely. “Well… okay. If you’re adamant. Thanks!” Furlan chuckles and tightens his hand around the ticket. He gives you a wink before shoving it into his jean pocket.

“That was very sweet of you.” Erwin whispers down to you as you all make your way to the finish line.

‘I didn’t want him to be left out.’ You sign back with a frown, and Erwin nods in understanding, a warm smile crinkling his eyes.

By the time you all make it to the starting line of the race, the ducks have already been released via crane. Hundreds of little ducks were floating down the river and it was quite a sight. You clap in excitement and run towards the edge of the river to get a closer look. They were all bunched together, and you worried how they would fish out the little ducks accurately.

“I don’t know how they do it, but they manage to pluck out the first 10 so easily. It’s like magic.” Furlan says in reassurance. He must have noticed the concern on your face. He laughs and leans against the little stone wall that surrounds the river on both sides. “I’m sure it’s just because they’ve had so many years to perfect it though.”

The rest of your crew lines up against the wall, watching the ducks go down the river. You have to squint because of how the sun reflects off the water, but otherwise it’s a quiet and nice moment to have with everyone. The breeze from the river blows past and you inhale the subtle but sweet smell of the cherry blossoms. Levi stands next to you stoically, his arms crossed the way he does as he stares off. His weight shifted to his left leg. He’s done well to hide it from everyone else, but you could tell easily that he was limping from all the pressure he was putting on his knee.

‘You okay?’ You sign to him, giving him a soft smile.

“I’m fine.” He shrugs his shoulders. Something was bothering him, and it didn’t feel like it was just his knee pain. His eyes glance up to yours, and his hard features loosen. “Really, I’m okay.” You’re not convinced, but you nod in acknowledgement anyways.

“They got winners!” Furlan yells out beside you, pointing down the river. There’s a crew holding up a green flag to signal the end of the race.

“Ooh let’s go see who won, yeah?” Hange’s eyes gleam with excitement and starts making their way to the finish line with the rest of the group in tow. You keep your steps slow so you can keep up with Levi while everyone else trails ahead quite a bit. He gives you a side-eye as you pretend not to notice, fingers fidgeting with the necklace around your neck.

“Tch, I know what you’re doing.” He mumbles. He hesitates, then whispers a soft thank you.

Near the finish line was a sort of stage, something you suspect might be used for the live music later in the day. There was a man at the podium lining up the ducks as a crowd started gathering at the base of it, all ready and excited to see who the raffle winners were. You all decided to stick to the back because of how big the crowd was getting.

After a moment, the announcer made a statement of where the winners needed to go to gather their prizes and then started listing off the numbers one by one. Unfortunately, no one in your group had a winning duck yet, though Levi never looked disappointed. In fact, he actually looked quite pleased that he hadn’t won anything.

“Aaand first place goes to… number 23!!”

“NO freaking way, that’s me!” Furlan shouts. He leans down and gives your cheek a chaste kiss before running off to the designated spot to collect his prize. You stand stock-still, pulling your hand up to where his lips just were, not really sure how to react to it. Something grumbles behind you. When you turn, you see a listless Levi, eyes off to the side but furrowed. Your heart pangs with guilt, for why exactly though you're not sure. You bite the inside of your cheek in thought. Furlan calls your name.

“You’ll never believe what’s in here!” He runs up to your group, out of breath and waving an envelope in the air. He takes a moment to bend and lean against his knees so he can gather himself.

“Well spit it out, what did you win!?” Hange asks eagerly.

“They’re airfare ticket vouchers! $500 each.” Furlan stands up straight with a huge smile.

“Each? How many did you get?” Erwin raises an eyebrow, curious now.

“Two. Which means,” He grabs one of the slips of paper and holds it out to you. “You get half.” You feel your eyes bug at his statement. Raising your hands defensively, you shake your head no. You eye Hange as you start signing, and they understand right away.

‘I can’t do that, you won them.’

“Yeah, but with the ticket you bought. You deserve some of the prize too.” He grabs your hand and clenches your fingers over the piece of paper, like you had done with him earlier. “Take it, please. At least share this victory with me.”

You eye him skeptically, unsure of what to say. The way he looks at you, with his wide eyes and cocky smile. You can’t say no. And, well, you did buy that ticket. After a beat, you nod and pull the paper to your chest and shoot him a big smile.

“Yes, thank you! Isn’t this awesome? I have no idea what I’m going to use it on, but I guess we’ll see in the future.” He pulls his shirt up so he can tuck the envelope in the waistband of his jeans.

Before you all know it, the sun is high in the sky and the rest of the festivities are in full swing. The sounds of screaming and laughter fill the air as the rest of the town arrives in droves. Erwin had suggested that you all rest and recoup to take a break from the crowd. So that’s why you and the others were sitting on plush grass under the shade of cherry blossom trees, eating lunch from the miscellaneous vendors around. None of you had thought to bring a blanket to sit on unfortunately, but that didn’t bother you. Levi, on the other hand.

“Tch, are we really okay with getting grass stains on our clothes?” Levi grumbles as he places his garbage on the pile of already accumulating trash sitting in the center of your small circle.

“You could always stand.” Erwin’s currently leaning against the tree, propped up on one shoulder as he sips his drink. His eyes light up at the sour expression he’s shot with.

“Or you could just live a little. It’s just some grass and dirt, Levi.” Hange tuts as they ball up their own wrapper and throws it in the pile as well, a smile playing on their lips in a mocking manner.

“I’m sure your 5-step laundry system will get out any stains.” Furlan adds in with a chuckle. He pulls at his little dish of fries as he side-eyes you as you laugh along.

“That’s not the point, you idiots.” Levi mutters as he leans back against the tree next to Erwin and closes his eyes, crossing his arms against his chest as he does. Despite his terse words, he looks very relaxed. You don’t blame him. It was such a lovely spring day. A warm burst of air breezes through as if responding to your mental compliment. Smiling widely, you throw yourself backwards into the grass and stretch your limbs out.

The sun filters through the trees onto your face and you close your eyes as well, relishing the warmth. Unbeknownst to you, Levi is cracking his good eye open to peek at the serene expression complimenting your pretty features.

It's like this for a while. At some point, Erwin had disappeared to find a ‘gentleman’s room’ as he called it. Hange and Furlan were in the middle of a conversation about some movie that came out last week. You're resting with your arms splayed above you, your vision turning pink from the sun hitting your eyelids. The warm rays caress your exposed skin like a comforting hug. The soft running of the river pairs well with the rustling of the blossoms above you from the breeze. You sigh in content.

All of a sudden, your face feels cool from something blocking the sunlight above you. You swat at it thinking it’s your sister but then something nips at your fingers. Hange was weird, but not that weird. You have to squint after initially opening your eyes due to the bright surroundings but when your vision finally focuses, you freeze. Standing above you is a massive white goose, its head bent back slightly as it stares down at you.

You scramble to stand up and the goose’s head rises with you, never breaking eye contact. You take a couple tentative steps back. The wings had unfurled in a guarded, hostile stance - it seems you had made it mad. Every step back was not enough to distance yourself from it as it kept pace with you.

You hear Levi and Furlan calling your name, but you don’t look over. You always laughed at the idea of geese, but now the source of terror stands right in front of you. The goose had its beak slightly open and you’re quick to spot rows of sharp teeth.

“Hey, look at me.” Levi says softly. When you glance over with a side eye, he’s watching you carefully. You swallow hard. “Keep backing away slowly. It should leave you alone once it sees you’re not a threat.”

As if Levi had cursed you with his words, you step back on a twig with a ‘crack’ and there’s a moment of silence as you stare horrified before all hell breaks loose. And then you’re running for your life down the grassy field. You hear something chasing after you and you pump your legs harder. The wind blows past your ears, and it takes everything in you to hurdle over the obstacles in front of you - those obstacles being people.

You don’t know how long you’ve been running but you're winded faster than you would like. Not to mention that by the looks of it, you were about to run out of open field. You were going to have to face your opponent sooner than later. Taking a deep breath and steeling your resolve, you twist your body around and blindly kick towards the goose. Except, you don’t make contact with a goose.

“Gah!” Levi doubles over in front of you, groaning from the ground as he clutches his stomach. When you look behind him, Hange and Furlan are chasing the goose away loudly screaming and clapping. You drop to your knees and place your hands on his shoulders to shake him gently to get his attention. When he raises his head to look at you, you're met with glazed, dark eyes.

"Are you… okay?" He mutters hoarsely through gritted teeth.

'Me?! But you?!' You sign back, emphasizing your words with a bemused expression.

"I just... need... a minute." Levi falls backwards so that he's on his butt. A hiss of air escapes his lips as he lands, his face scrunched up as the waves of pain subside. "I don't know what your intent was with that kick, but I have a feeling you would have sent that goose straight to hell." He coughs a little and stares up at you with an amused glint in his eyes.

‘I’m sorry, I panicked.’ He waves his hand dismissively.

You decide to sit with him as he catches his breath. You can’t keep the embarrassed flush from heating up your face. You pick at the grass anxiously as you keep replaying what just happened in your head. This is not something you would forget, unfortunately. Especially having hurt Levi.

“What did the grass ever do to you?” You hear Levi joke next to you, his voice back to a normal octave and significantly less breathy.

‘Sure you’re okay?’ You glance over to him sheepishly, fiddling with a blade of grass in between your fingers. He meets your gaze.

“I’m fine, seriously. But you should consider going pro with those legs of yours.” After a beat, he realizes what he said and clears his throat, looking away. “You know, like soccer or something.” The tips of his ears are already turning red.

“Are you two okay?!” You hear Hange screaming from the other side of the park, arms waving to get your attention. You shoot her two thumbs up.

“We should probably get back.” Levi grunts as he pushes himself up. There’s a considerable amount of weight he’s putting into his left leg, like earlier. But you figure if you ask him if he’s okay again, he might scold you. So, you opt to stay quiet as you watch him with caution.

“Are you coming?” His hand is outstretched towards you to take, which you do so without hesitating. His skin is rather warm against yours, callous yet soft. He pulls you up without effort, and he ends up having to grip your arm to steady you so you don’t fall face first from the force. He considers you with a slight smile and then starts off to the rest of your friends, with you following closely behind.

The sun is just verging towards the end of the horizon the next time you’re conscious of the time. Oranges and pinks start to fill the sky. Somehow the day just slipped right by while you were all playing carnival games and jumping on the very questionable rides around the grounds. And it was all so fun. Your face ached from the contagious smiles and laughs that surrounded you.

There was even a time where you had talked Levi into trying the absurd ice cream flavors from a stall suspiciously located all by itself off the beaten path. The glare full of daggers was resounding but he caved. It actually wasn’t as bad as he made it out to be, but he disagreed strongly.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad don’t you.” Hange mumbles to the right of you, breaking you out of your thoughts. You were waiting by the sinks in the public restroom for your sister to finish up their business. You peer at them with confusion at their random question. They flick their eyes down to your fidgeting fingers that currently twisted the cherry blossom necklace dangling around your neck.

“For Levi.” Both were confident statements. You blow a raspberry at them and roll your eyes. Letting go of the charm, you lift your hands to say something, but you’re at a loss for words. In all honesty, you’ve never really sat down to think about your feelings for Levi past the ‘I like being around him’ thoughts. The comfort he emanated was enough for you, so you never gave it a second thought. But if the little moments throughout the day with him accomplished anything, it was the establishment of your feelings in a new light. Whatever those feelings may be.

‘Just a friend.’ Is all you sign back.

“Are you sure about that?” They tut and grip your biceps in both hands as they face you head on, their eyes bouncing back and forth between yours. A small smile plays on their lips, but when you say nothing back, she nods and walks out the bathroom door with you in tow.

The men are waiting outside the building, seemingly in an in-depth conversation. You catch Levi’s eye on your way over, your heart skipping a beat at the way the late golden sun rays hit his pale skin. His eyes flick back over to Furlan and Erwin’s conversation.

“There’s just a little more time before the fireworks go off. What now?” Hange calls out a few steps away, grabbing the men’s attention.

“It’s almost sunset! It’s the best time to check out the ferris wheel.” Furlan chips in.

‘Oh yeah, I’d love to check that out!’

“Sure thing. There’s something I wanted to see over there anyways.” Erwin smiles and turns, leading the charge. You end up falling back so that you’re at the tail end of the line. When you glance back, you see Levi trailing behind with his eyes fixated on you. Your step fumbles momentarily and you whip your head back around so you can watch where you were going. A soft huff-like laugh from behind makes you bite your lip in embarrassment.

The line luckily only had a handful of people in it. But with the wheel currently going, there was a little bit of a wait in front of you. You were behind a group of four kids who were currently goofing off and laughing with each other.

“C’mon Jean, you gotta get over it sooner than later.” A closely shaven haired kid blurts out with a hard laugh.

“No! I’ve asked him multiple times to stop calling me horse face! Now the whole class is in on it. It pisses me off!” The kid named Jean yells out. He's currently staring down at his phone, light from the screen illuminating his very agitated face.

“Hey, let’s quiet down. We’re out in public, you know.” A kid with freckles chuckles nervously, his eyes sweeping around the small crowd around them. They land on a figure in front of them furiously stuffing something in their mouth. “Sasha, what are you eating now?”

A girl with red hair turns with powdered sugar all over her face and she’s mid chew, her eyes wide and expressive. “Deep fried Oreos.” Her voice is muffled by the food stuffed in her mouth.

“How did you even manage to grab those? We’ve been in line this whole time.” Freckles asks exasperated. The shaven haired kid reaches over to the doughy goodness only for the plate to be whisked away with an almost growl coming from the red-headed girl. They start lightly wrestling. You laugh quietly at their antics with fondness. They reminded you of you and your siblings around that age.

After what feels like forever, the ferris wheel cars start unloading and reloading. The kids in front got into their own car, a couple of them pushing each other with laughter as they filed in. Unfortunately, each car could only house four people at a time. Erwin opted out of the ride, but then Levi and Hange got into an argument about who would stay behind so that Erwin wouldn't be left alone. Ultimately Hange won. Oddly enough, Levi didn’t seem too bothered by it as much as he let on.

That left you, Furlan, and Levi in one car. When you step in, the car wobbles ever so slightly and you have to grab on to the side to steady yourself. Someone places a hand on your back for support and when you glance back to see who it is, you see Furlan smiling up at you from the platform. You give him a nod of appreciation and turn to sit on one of the benches. The metal is cold even through your clothes and it makes you shiver.

With the sun almost gone, the sky now a stunning mixture of blues and purples littered with pale stars, the air was getting cooler by the minute. Furlan settles himself in the spot next to you, shooting you a half-cocked grin. Levi gingerly sits himself down on the bench across from you and takes a moment to use both hands to massage the kneecap of his bad leg with a grimace.

'Okay?' Levi shifts his gaze up to you at the hand movement.

"Fine." You smile at him softly, but he's already looking off to the side at the man closing the car door.

A moment later, you feel the car shift and then you're ascending slowly, cool air blowing from behind. You shift in your seat so that you can lean over to the side better, but the car is so small that your leg bumps into Levi. An apology is already on your fingertips, but Levi stops you with a look.

"No need. You're okay."

'Leg? Okay?' You frown.

"Fine." That word again. “Just a lot of wal-"

"Now look at this view!" Furlan cuts Levi off with a yell. His sudden loudness makes you flinch. He's got his body half-hanging out of the car as he stares out to the ground. You just now notice the wheel had stopped moving and the car was sitting almost at the top. When you look over on your side, you stare in awe at the lit-up festival grounds beneath you. The warm yellow glow is broken up by various multicolor neon signs and string lights. People mill around and the sound of muffled chatter makes its way up to your ears.

By this time, the sunlight was completely gone and replaced by a bright full moon with twinkling lights dancing around it. They remind you of Levi. His leg was still pressed up against yours. Glancing over, you see his head tilted up to gaze at the stars as well, his hair swept back out of his face. As if he could feel you watching him, his own heavy-lidded eyes peer at you over his cheeks. From this position, the way the moonlight illuminated his body… he was breathtaking. Divine, even.

"Where's Hange and Erwin?" You all stepped off the platform to wait for the two in question on the ground, but crowds of people filed out and the wheel was going again. Neither your sister nor tall, blonde friend had made an appearance.

"I bet they ran off to do something stupid." Levi mutters next to you.

"I know I haven’t known the two of them as long as you both have, but I get the feeling that they have an annoying habit of doing that." Furlan chuckles. He stretches his arms above his head with a yawn.

"It’s almost your bedtime, old timer." Levi jabs. Furlan punches him in the arm with a wide grin.

"You're one to talk, grandpa. Anyways, where to now?" His bright eyes glance over at you.

‘I need something to drink.’ You sign lazily, increasingly aware of your parched throat with every step. Levi nods to you in understanding and starts making a path towards the vendors closer to the heart of the festival without a word. You’ve noticed in the past month or so that Levi had surprised you with his quick ability to pick up signs, even specific ones.

Hange had made a comment about it a week ago but the way he brushed it off made you too nervous to talk to him about it, so you didn’t. You only wished you could have told him how much it warmed your heart to see him learning, whether it was on purpose or not.

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t realized you lost sight of Levi and Furlan. The sounds of the crowd suddenly become louder as you’re pulled back to reality. You bite your bottom lip anxiously as you scan around, people’s faces and bright lights becoming a blur. Suddenly you feel a hand pulling at you and you’re being tugged out of the crowd by a strong grip. You were about to sigh in relief, but the hand felt unfamiliar to you. You attempt to pull back, but their fingers are wrapped tightly around your forearm, and you don’t have enough leverage to break free.

“There you are.” You don’t recognize the voice. The face you see when you look up is not one you’ve seen before but one that will haunt you forever. Dark shadowed eyes and a gaunt face, yellowed teeth bared at you with a nasty smile. You pull your arm even harder, eyes wide in panic, but the grip gets tighter. Instantly, you’re small again cowering on the floor of an old foster home. You open your mouth, like you’re going to scream, but nothing comes out.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here alone?” He purrs at you as he pulls you closer. His breath smells of strong liquor and is hot against your face. You go to kick him in the shins but it’s like the impact doesn’t even phase him. You lacked the velocity to do any damage, and he just chuckles darkly at your bleak endeavor. “Got a fighter, I see.” He begins to pull you closer to him and you have to use every muscle in your body to push away from him, your free hand trying to pry his fingers off your skin at the same time.

“Get your grotesque hands off her.” An icy voice calls out from behind you. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes because it’s a voice that you do recognize. The man smirks and is about to say something back but when his gaze flicks to the side of you, you see his face go a sickly shade of gray. The grip on your arm lessens greatly so you take this opportunity to shake him off and step back, rubbing the sore spot where his fingers once were.

“I-I’m sorry sir, I didn’t realize she was yours.” He stumbles back. You glance behind to see the scariest expression you’ve ever seen grace Levi’s face. The snarl pulls at his lips with a sharpness in his eyes. What you don’t notice right away are the cups that were once filled with some sort of liquid were now crushed in his trembling hands, purely from anger. The drinks pool at his feet but he doesn’t blink an eye, his focus strictly on the assailant in front of you.

“Yeah, she’s mine. Leave now before I make you regret ever waking up today.” Levi spits venom into every syllable. His aura radiates so much danger that you could feel it from where you stood. At that, the man runs off. Levi steps over to you, throwing the cups into a nearby trash can as he does. His gaze is noticeably softer when he centers in on you and the shaken state you’re in.

“Are you okay?” Levi speaks in a low, gentle voice. Taking a shaky breath, you sign a no with a trembling hand. He tenderly takes your forearm and inspects your skin under the streetlight that lingered above you. His hands are sticky from whatever beverages he had managed to procure for you. In the yellow light, you see a red hand-shaped imprint. Your arm will definitely bruise tomorrow, much to your dismay.

“Sick bastard, putting his hands on you like that.” He grumbles, his gaze stuck on your arm as he speaks. You’re reminded of that incident at the gala that felt like a lifetime ago. Taking your free hand, you pull your phone out from your back pocket and start up a new memo.

‘Thank you. For saving the damsel in distress. I needed it.’ He glances up at you incredulously. It takes a moment to sink in, but when he realizes what you mean, his lips quirk up into a half smile. A huff escapes his lips in what you think might be a laugh.

“Thanks for the gratitude. Brat.” He drops your arm carefully.

‘Where’s Furlan?’ You stand on your toes to look over the crowd, but you don’t see your taller friend anywhere. The way Levi’s face falls at your question goes unnoticed.

“Why? I’m sure he’s off doing his own thing.” Levi scoffs. You frown at his sudden attitude, stealing a glance at his uninterested face.

‘He’s your friend, aren’t you worried?’ He rolls his eyes, which were currently lit up from your phone screen.

“He’s fine. I’ll send him a message to let him know where we are.” And like that, the topic of Furlan is closed. You sigh as you take a moment to text your sister where you two were located. You look around for a noticeable landmark to direct them, and you spot the live stage to your left. No one was playing at the moment, probably on their break or waiting for the fireworks, you think. Instead, there is contemporary music playing from the stage speakers and a couple of people dancing.

‘Aren’t those employees of your café?’ You slide him your phone and then point to the dance floor when he looks up. A girl with medium-length hair the same shade as Levi is in the arms of her boyfriend and they’re currently swaying to the beat. You haven’t had much of a chance to really speak to Eren and Mikasa because normally when you came to visit the café, it was close to closing and they were already off due to being in school. They look so happy.

“Looks like they’re having fun.” Levi responds in a blasé tone. You stand there imagining that it was you and Levi instead out on the floor, him holding you just as tightly. You blink hard to get that visual out of your head. What a silly sentiment. A cold breeze blows through your hair, and it makes you shiver. You wrap your arms around yourself to hold in some warmth.

“Cold?” You nod sheepishly. You remembered halfway into the day that you had left your coat on the armrest of the couch in your excitement. Levi hums and you watch as he pulls off his leather jacket and then his hoodie. Your eyes flick to his exposed abdomen as he pulls off each layer, polished and toned. You look away quickly as you chide yourself for even staring.

“Here.” he says after a few beats. When you look back over, he has his leather jacket back on but is handing you his dark hoodie. Your eyes widen at the gesture, and out of instinct you shake your head no with a ‘thank you’ at the end of it. He pushes it over to you anyways, an earnest look on his face.

“You look miserable. Just take it.” You frown at him again.

‘You’re one to talk, grumpy.’ You sign at him but take the hoodie anyways.

When you have it pulled down all the way, you can’t help the heat from searing across your cheeks as you feel the thick cloth hugging at every inch of your torso and arms. It seems your noticeable height difference had a huge disadvantage when it came to sharing clothes, not like it was ever anything you had thought about before. You look over to Levi whose gaze is intently fixated on you. His eyes flick up to yours and he looks away quickly, clearing his throat. Sharp, gray eyes side-eye you as he speaks.

“I-um. Are you warm?” You slide your cold fingers into the front pocket and smile at him, though the embarrassment was still eating away at you. You tuck your chin in the collar to get more warmth - it smelled just like Levi. Clean laundry, musky body wash, and surprisingly, a hint of lavender. It was calming in more ways than one. And it was so soft.

“I’m sure they’ll find us soon. The fireworks are about to start. Let’s go find a spot.” He mutters as he turns around on his heel and walks down towards the river without another word. You inhale another whiff as you follow him, smiling to yourself under the collar.

Levi and you had found a spot under the trees, out of the crowd just like he wanted. People shuffle around as they find their own designated spot, all laughing and talking. The festival lights dance off the river’s reflection as it flows steadily and not a single cloud obstructs the sky. It was so peaceful, stunning even.

But it was nowhere near as stunning as you were, leaning back to rest on your arms so you could stare up into the sky. It felt like every part of you overwhelmed his brain. The way his hoodie clung to your body, the way you looked at him, your stupidly sweet smile. The way his heart races any time he sees you let alone thinks about you. How could he not? Your eyes shift over to him, and he’s suddenly aware of his staring.

‘What?’ You sign to him. You’ve sat back up to stare at him, a perplexed expression across your face.

“Nothing. You just look relaxed.”

‘Yes. I am happy.’ Another soft smile that lit up your eyes. Levi didn’t miss how you made a conscious decision to simplify your signs just for him so he would understand. Through every interaction in the last couple months, you had left him with more knowledge on how to communicate better, but you assumed it was only the small stuff. Little did you know, he was currently taking late night lessons because he couldn’t stand not being able to look into your eyes when you messaged him.

‘You?’ A frown replaces your smile.

“Me what?”

‘Happy?’ You stare straight into his eyes as you ask, searching. This prompts a signature Levi eye roll.

“I don’t know.” He glances back over to your face and the noticeable drop in your demeanor has him scrambling to recant his statement. “I think I am. It’s nice here, I guess.” With you. He rubs the back of his neck anxiously as he watches your face turn back into a big smile. With that you nod, satisfied with his answer, and lay back down against your forearms like you were before.

Levi sighs under his breath and goes to do the same. But then he feels his hand grazing against yours, fingers lightly resting on top of each other, and an electrified shock passes from his arm all the way through his body. You don’t pull your hand away though, and neither does he.

In fact, you’re still staring at him with a look he couldn’t discern. You cautiously wrap your pinky around his own and offer him a reassuring smile. He doesn’t think twice about tightening his grip. The sounds of laughter and idle chatter dimmed away to the sound of his reverberating heartbeat that threatened to blow out his ears. What would it be like to kiss you right now, he asks himself. Your eyes flick down to his half-parted lips as he says your name in an almost-like whisper. Your eyes are a brilliant shade under the moonlight. When did you get so close?

“There you two are!!” You both jump away as you hear Hange’s earth-shattering shriek from behind, any contact now left cold from whatever that moment was with you. Levi hisses out of frustration. You’re already getting up to stand to meet the newcomers, so he does the same. Shitty-glasses and their shitty timing.

“I didn’t realize y’all had already found a place to sit! We were waiting by the dance floor this whole time.” Hange tuts as they playfully punch your arm. Erwin stood a couple feet away, currently on the phone with someone. The expression on his face gave the implication that it was not a pleasant conversation.

‘Sorry, a lot happened, and I got distracted easily. You found us though!’ A fake smile pulls at your lips. There’s a glance in your direction but it’s gone as quick as it happened. He didn’t imagine that, did he? Were you ignoring what happened intentionally or pretending it never happened? Levi kicks himself mentally and disguises his face in indifference as he speaks.

“Yeah, where the hell did you both even go? And have you seen Furlan?”

“I haven’t seen him, no. And we were wandering! Erwin suggested it. Also,” Hange reaches into their pocket and pulls out their phone. They flip to their contacts and then shoves the phone in your face. Levi blinks at the sudden change in brightness. “I got someone’s number!”

“So, you ditched us to chase after someone?” Levi crosses his arms over his chest.

“Nooo, I ditched you guys to wander, I just said that! This was just a bonus.” Hange purses their lips. “I gotta tell you about them! They’re just so…” Levi zones their voice out and watches as a laugh escapes your lips as you reach for your sister, an adoring smile lighting up your features as you ask questions about who it was that they found. Levi’s phone vibrates and when he slides it out, Furlan’s name is bold on the screen. Sighing, he presses the green button and pulls it to his ear.

“What?”

“H-hey sorry! I didn’t mean to ditch, I got lost and then sidetracked.” Levi stares over to you as you sign animatedly, laughter at your sister shaking your body as you converse. “Anyways, I was calling to let you know I haven’t been murdered or anything.”

“Tch, wouldn’t be the worst thing if that happened.”

“You jest but where would you be without your best friend? Probably in prison.”

“Whatever you say. Where are you then, if not dead?”

“Oh, I grabbed another bag of kettle corn and went home. I have an early shift anyway so…” There’s a moment of pause before Furlan’s soft voice mutters through the speaker, “Do you like her?”

“Who?” Levi grumbles, pinching his lips together.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I saw the way you looked at her all day.” You’re glancing over to him now, your eyes shining in a way that makes his heart melt. Hange says something else, and you break eye contact as you double over in a fit of giggles.

“You don’t know what you’ve seen.”

“So, it’s okay that I ask her out on a date then?” Silence. “That’s what I thought. Levi, you’re allowed happiness you know. Stop thinking something bad is going to happen.”

“Sure, but I doubt she feels the same.”

“You never know unless you ask. Anyways, I’m calling it. Talk to you soon, old man.” The line clicks and then he’s gone.

A resounding boom explodes from behind Levi, the sign that the fireworks show had just begun. The look on your face when you twist around mid-conversation to stare at the remarkable display left Levi in awe. The colors that danced off your face as you smiled up to the sky, your body practically jumping up and down from your enthusiasm. You were breathtaking to him in every way, and he decided right then and there that he just wanted you. Just you, and no one else.

The night ended in quick goodbyes as everyone had work the next morning, besides you of course. After dropping the boys off, you made quick work of the drive back home. Your mind kept wandering back to the spot under the tree, where you’re certain you had almost kissed him. Wait, you almost kissed him. What is wrong with you, you chide yourself. You were just caught in the euphoria of the day, that’s all.

You repeat that to yourself as you climb up the stairs to your shared apartment. Hange’s voice is dull against your raging thoughts, but you’re pretty sure they were still rambling about the person they met tonight. You go to unlock the door but are stopped mid-turn by Hange grabbing your hand to get your attention. Glancing over, you see a concerned look etched into their face.

“Are you okay?”

‘Fine.’ You unlock the door and push it open. ‘Tired.’ You yawn to emphasize, which really wasn’t a lie. Though your mind was far from tired, the events of today really wore you out.

“Me too. I could use a 30 hour nap. But I suppose 7 hours will do, for now.” They laugh as you both walk in the door, making sure to lock it behind you. You throw your bag onto the little side table before reaching down slowly to pull your shoes off. Something in your back pops. You were going to be so sore tomorrow, you groan to yourself.

“Hey, is that Levi’s jacket?” You glance down at the tight fabric around your torso. Shit.

‘Yeah, he let me borrow it. I completely forgot to hand it back to him.’

“I’m just surprised he forgot. He’s usually so meticulous about his things.” Hange says as she hangs her things up and pads to the kitchen to get something to drink. “It’s fine, we’ll probably see them again soon so you can give it back then.” Part of you didn’t want to, though.

You snap to get your sister’s attention before signing, ‘I’m going to shower then bed. Let me know if you need anything.’

“I should probably do the same. But hey,” They eye you carefully. “Are you sure you’re okay?? I notice Levi spends a lot of time around you.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at that, a habit you most definitely picked up from the guy in question.

‘It’s not like that. Everything is fine.’ You offer a reassuring smile. Everything was fine, just confusing.

“Okay, if you say so. But you do know you can talk to me about everything. Especially feelings for men. Certain raven-haired men that never smile.” They crack a big grin as you throw a couch pillow at their face on your way to your room. “Love you!!” You hear before you shut your door. How are you going to talk about your feelings about a certain terse man when you don’t even know how you’re feeling.

After your shower, you couldn’t help but pull Levi’s hoodie back over your head and snuggle into it. It might be smaller than what you’re used to, but it was very plush and warm. Not to mention the comforting smell that emanated from it any time you moved.

You curl up in your bed and yawn, recounting everything that happened today while fighting the urge to kick your feet like an overjoyed child. Suddenly the photo booth comes to mind. The photos! You fling yourself out of your bed and quietly tiptoe to the front hallway to grab your bag, making sure to be quiet so you don’t wake Hange - who could be heard snoring loudly from their room.

Back in your room, you empty the contents on your desk and grab what you were looking for; the film strip of the four of you. You focus on the last one as you lie back down on your bed, a blush creeping up your face while you stare. You press the photos to your chest again. There’s no mistaking it, there was something going on between you and Levi. Did he feel that too? How long were you both going to dance around the subject, you wonder.

On the off chance you are completely wrong though, you decide it might be best to wait. Saying something now might ruin what you both have, and you were not willing to risk that friendship. With the smell of Levi pervading your senses, you’re lulled into a deep slumber. The thoughts of him swirl through your brain and turn into pleasant dreams.

bzzzzz

Levi: I hope my hoodie kept you warm, please take care of it. Sleep well.

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