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lovelyjuju · 8 months ago

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&team x reader (seperately)

genre: fluff <3

warnings: none

word count: ~ 400-500 per member

── .✦ k (439 words)

yudai walked you up the steps to your door, his warm hand in yours contrasting the cold of the night. the two of you stopped under the soft glow of the porch light. it wasn't until you turned around to face him that you noticed how close he was, the scent of his cologne mixing with the cool air.

"thank you for tonight, i had a really good time," you said a little sheepishly.

he flashed a smile – shy, almost boyish. "i had a good time, too," he replied softly.

the night had been perfect; your conversation flowing easily over dinner, and his fingers brushing yours a little too often to be accidental. and now, as you stood there, neither of you wanting to be the one to say goodbye, you felt your heartbeat fastening with anticipation.

yudai’s gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips, lingering there for a heartbeat as his thumb gently sweeped over your knuckles.

"can i kiss you good night?"

suddenly your cheeks felt warm, despite the cool night wind. his words were gentle, almost hesitant, and something in you ached at how he asked, like he gave you every chance to say no. instead, you nodded, your breath catching as he let out a soft exhale, relief in his smile.

yudai’s hand rised to brush against your cheek, his fingers tracing along your skin with a touch so light it sent a shiver down your spine. you closed the gap between you, and then his lips met yours, soft and gentle, like he was savoring each second.

his lips tasted faintly of peppermint, yet the kiss felt so warm and comforting that it made you lean in just a bit closer and rest your hand resting on his chest to feel his quickening heart beat beneath your fingertips.

for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you under the porch light. the gentle pressure of his hand against your cheek, the soft warmth of his lips, his fingers threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

when he finally pulled back, you caught the smallest, softest smile on his lips. you felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks, but you couldn't look away.

“i’ve wanted to do that all night,” he murmured, a little self-conscious but unmistakably sincere.

you mirrored his shy smile, “i’m glad you did now.”

he chuckled, his fingers brushing over yours one last time before he let go. he stepped back, giving you a final smile before heading down the steps.

"good night, y/n."

other members under the cut!

── .✦ fuma (446 words)

you took his hand, carefully placing the small box inside before letting go and telling him to open his eyes again.

he followed your instructions, looking at the box with a hint of confusion, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"you're supposed to open it," you said with a playful laugh.

fuma opened the box, and his eyes widened in surprise at what he saw. "tada!" you said with a bright, excited smile.

he examined the pokémon figurine more closely, almost as if checking to see if it was real.

"how did you– ?"

"i found a store the other day that sold the mystery boxes they come in," you explained, and then added a bit more sheepishly, "i really wanted you to open it, but i couldn’t resist peeking. and i knew this was the one you were missing, so...”

fuma looked at you, his smile growing wider. "did you know this one’s super rare? most people barely pull it," he said, his voice full of admiration. "you’re my lucky charm."

his words sounded platonic, but they felt like so much warmer. heat rose to your cheeks and you quickly looked down, hoping he hadn’t noticed – but he was too wrapped up in the excitement of his new collection piece to catch it. his face lit up with a smile as wide as a child’s in a candy store.

"thank you so much, really," he said, still beaming. "i was only missing this one, and i kept getting duplicates of the others and– my god, i could kiss you!" he babbled on, too caught up in his excitement to realize the slip of his words.

your head shot up again, though your face only got redder.

"you could what?"

your question pulled fuma's focus back to you. "what?"

his face paled when he realized what he'd said. "i–... i'm sorry, i..." his voice trailed off, not quite sure what to say.

you swallowed your nervousness and, with a steadying breath, asked him, "why don’t you do it?"

this time, it was his turn to look at you, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushing with color. yet, he slowly stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he softly traced his thumb over your skin.

"are you sure?" he asked carefully, almost shyly.

instead of replying, you brought your hands to his shoulders, pulled him down a little and stepped on your tippy toes to connect your lips in a soft kiss.

── .✦ nicholas (424 words)

she'd be back in five minutes, your friend had said. over 45 minutes had passed since then, and she was still nowhere to be seen. you'd be worried if she'd been alone, but you knew she wasn't, so you felt rather annoyed – contemplating if you should just head home.

that's when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, a familiar scent flooding your senses. "there you are," nicholas said, scooting a bit closer to you. you had been on two dates with him before, but you weren't aware he'd be here tonight (if you were, you would have agreed to the party immediately.)

"nicholas?" you asked in confusion, "i didn't know you'd be here."

his lips curved into a playful grin. "well, surprise. and speaking of which, there’s something i want to show you."

he stood up and reached out his hand. you took it, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, and followed him outside the living room and up the staircase.

the cool night air brushed against your skin as he opened the door. you followed him outside, meeting his gaze in confusion.

"it’s my best friend’s place, i know how to get to the rooftop." he explained before you could ask, "you didn’t seem very comfortable back there, so i thought you might feel better here." the thoughtfulness behind his words warmed your chest, despite the chilly air.

still, after standing together for a while, just taking in the view of the starry sky above and the glowing city below, the cold began seeping through your clothes.

"i do feel better here, thanks, nico," you said, doing your best to hide the shiver running through you. "the view is beautiful."

nicholas turned to face you, his expression softening as he took off his jacket. without a word, he draped it around your shoulders, but kept his hands on it. he looked down at you, the warmth of his touch mixing with the cool night air.

"yeah, it is," he replied softly, leaning down just enough for you to feel his warm breath on your skin.

the butterflies were rioting by now, but you stepped a little closer.

"may i?" nicholas whispered, to which you nodded softly.

without a second thought, he pulled you closer by his jacket and brushed his lips over yours.

── .✦ ej (411 words)

there was a small distance between you as you walked, yet every so often, euijoo’s fingers brushed yours . the tiny, accidental touches sent a rush of goosebumps up your arms (which, naturally, you blamed on the cool autumn breeze).

euijoo turned to you, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. “do you have plans for the weekend?”

you looked up, meeting his eyes and shaking your head, already feeling excited at the thought of spending more time with him.

his lips curled up into a soft smile, as he hesitated a moment before asking, “would you... maybe like to come over? we could make hot chocolate, try out some fall recipes, maybe watch a few movies?” he hurriedly added, “only if you’re comfortable coming to my place, of course!”

your heart fluttered at the care in his voice, the way he seemed so intent on making sure you felt safe and comfortable.

“i’d love that, euijoo,” you replied, unable to keep the smile from spreading across your lips. he smiled back, his eyes crinkling slightly at the edges.

you were so caught up in each other that neither of you realized you’d stopped walking until the sharp ring of a bicycle bell jolted you back. before you could react, euijoo’s hands found your arms, and he gently pulled you closer to make space for the cyclist.

the biker whizzed past you, but euijoo’s hands stayed on your arms, his touch ever so gentle. when you looked up, you found yourself pressed lightly against his chest and you swore you could hear his heartbeat under the thin fabric of his sweater – just a bit faster than healthy.

you opened your mouth to apologize, but he shook his head, his gaze soft and his fingers lingering as if hesitating to let you go. instead, he pulled you a little closer, his face leaning down toward yours and his cheeks painted with a faint flush.

your heart hammered in your chest, and before you could second-guess it, you rose up on your toes, softly brushing your lips against his.

── .✦ yuma (389 words)

you rolled your eyes but suppressed a grin, "it's not even that good."

yuma grinned with an unmistakable glint of mischief in his eyes. before you could react, his hands darted to your sides, fingers pressing into your ribs just enough to make you squirm.

“wait– yuma, no!” you squealed, immediately starting to laugh as he tickled you mercilessly. You tried, and failed, to push him away, your helpless attempts to get him off you drawing a chuckle from him.

“admit i was right!” he pressed, his face lighting up with an amused grin as he kept going.

“never!” you gasped between giggles, desperately twisting to escape his grasp. somehow, in the midst of it all, he managed to get a better hold, pinning you down gently as he continued to tickle you.

“say it!” he insisted.

"fine! you’re right!” you gasped out, breathless. “you win, you win!”

he stopped, both of you still laughing as you caught your breath. as your laughter died down, the room felt oddly silent – the sound of the movie playing only a faint background noise. that’s when yuma noticed the way you looked up at him – lips slightly parted and breath still coming in short bursts – when he noticed how close you were.

his face softened as he slowly leaned over just enough to place his hands on the sofa on each side of your head. his gaze left yours for a heartbeat, dropping to your lips, before he looked up again.

just as he was about to back away, you quickly grabbed his shirt to pull him down again and tilted your head up, closing the space between you. his breath caught in surprise as your lips brushed softly against his. for a heartbeat, he stayed still, then slowly relaxed, leaning in to return the kiss. he lifted one hand from the sofa to gently cup your face, sweeping his thumb over your cheek.

the world outside faded, the movie long forgotten, as you melted into the kiss. when he finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

“so… does this mean i won twice?”

── .✦ jo (373 words)

you two had met at the beginning of semester in an art class, and although neither of you talked much, you instantly clicked. you had started hanging out after classes, and tonight he'd invited you over to just do what you loved the most.

you both enjoyed working on your own pieces while still not being alone – it almost filled you with ease. somehow, being near jo made everything feel right, even the silence.

both of you were leaning over your drawings, your heads almost touching. every time you looked up at him, a smile tugged at your lips as you noticed the little things you shared – like how he tilted his head the same way you did when concentrating, or the way he pressed his lips together just like you often did. finding jo felt like finding another version of yourself.

you turned your focus back to the paper in front of you, continuing your sketch, when a strand of hair fell out of your bun and onto jo's drawing.

he stopped and looked up from his paper, only to realize how close your faces were when you looked up as well. your eyes immediately met his, and for some reason, you couldn't look away this time.

he let go of his pencil and brought his hand up to gently tuck the loose strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes only leaving yours to glance down at your lips for a split second before you got lost in them again.

his hand lingered on your cheek for another second, but let go when he saw the slightest flush of pink on your cheeks.

yet, he leaned in just a tiny bit, waiting almost shyly for your reaction. his action made the pull you'd already felt towards him even stronger, so you reciprocated it.

jo met you halfway, closing the bit of distance that was left between you, and gently placed his soft lips on top of yours.

── .✦ harua (421 words)

"i took so long to straighten my hair," you sulked, drawing a little chuckle from harua.

you were still too far from home and you knew you wouldn't make it before it would start pouring, but you still walked faster.

as the first drop of rain fell onto harua's glasses, he took off his jacket and carefully draped it over your head, making sure to cover as much of your hair as possible.

you felt a comforting warmth, not only from his jacket and the faint scent of his perfume on the piece of clothing, but from the action itself – the fact that he'd made sure to cover your hair only cause you'd complained about the effort you'd put into them.

as the rainfall started to become heavier – and you glanced over to see harua's hair already slightly dampened, the fabric of his sweater daring to soak up – you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a closed store, finding shelter under its small front porch.

you pressed your back against the door to offer him as much space as possible, but even though you two already stood unnervingly close, the raindrops continued to fall onto harua's back.

"thank you for the jacket," you broke the silence, your voice barely audible above the plattering of the rain. harua smiled softly and grabbed your wrists as you attempted to take his jacket off your head to give it back to him.

"keep it, it's cold," he replied, his voice as soft as the look in his eyes.

you looked up at him as if asking if he was sure, and without a word, he gave you a reassuring smile. his eyes locked with yours, only interrupted by a glance down to your lips that didn't last longer than three seconds.

your heart started pounding heavier against your chest as you noticed, and you tilted your head up just slightly, as if testing the waters.

harua seemed to understand, your action being the only thing he needed to know you were thinking the same, and lowered his head to meet yours – your lips just inches away, but he hesitated.

you brought your shaking hands up to his cheeks, gently pulling him down to close the distance between you, and finally feeling his soft, slightly wet from the raindrops, lips on yours.

── .✦ taki (428 words)

“you know what's the third date tradition, right?” he'd grinned, but you hadn't taken it seriously, as you'd slipped into the photobooth with barely enough room for two.

the machine counted down, the screen flashing a “get ready!” message in bold letters. the two of you pulled silly faces for the first couple of pictures, but as the screen showed the countdown for the final photo, taki glanced at you – his expression shifting from playful to something softer.

“can i… kiss you?” he asked, his voice quiet against the noise of the arcade outside.

your heart skipped a beat, a flurry of butterflies taking over as you looked at him, his face just inches from yours in the tiny space. but the machine was already ticking down the last few seconds, the numbers flashing on the screen, ready to snap its final shot.

without thinking, you leaned in, closing the gap between you with a quick, soft kiss just before the camera flashed. when you pulled back, you caught the flicker of surprise in his eyes. then, he blinked, a bit dazed, and let out a soft laugh. “wow. you barely even gave me a chance to finish asking.”

you shrugged, cheeks warm as you leaned back against the booth wall. “the machine doesn’t wait,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

he grinned back, still seeming a little dazed. “can’t argue with that logic.”

the photos printed with a soft whir, and taki grabbed the strip, studying the last picture with a smile. in it, your lips were just barely touching, your eyes closed, his hand blurry as he'd moved it up to cup your cheek, and you couldn’t help but blush as you looked over his shoulder.

“i guess the photobooth captured our first kiss,” he said, his voice soft, a small, slightly shy smile on his face.

you replied with a nod, your own smile widening as you glanced back up at him.

he grinned, slipping the photo strip into his pocket. “i think we’ll have to come back here and get one for each date.”

── .✦ maki (486 words)

"kiss y/n or wash the dishes!"

your eyes widened at taki's words.

"what?" you and maki asked in unison, your voices equally shocked.

your heartbeat quickened. you'd had a crush on maki for a while now (though you'd never admit that) and you couldn't help but feel a hint of excitement bubble up in your stomach.

maki furrowed his brows, looking everywhere but your direction, and slowly shook his head after some moments of hesitation.

everyone started cheering, happy to have skipped washing the dishes for another day, but you just blinked in confusion as the excitement made way to something else that felt suspiciously much like disappointment.

you stayed silent until the round finished and slipped away to the bathroom as the game wrapped up. maki’s gaze followed you until you disappeared behind the door, and he sighed softly.

while the others headed to the living room, maki stayed behind in the kitchen, starting to rinse the plates and bowls.

when you returned, you glanced around and asked, voice a bit unsteady, "where did everyone else go?" sure he wouldn’t hear you, you were surprised when maki looked up, meeting your eyes for the first time since backing out of his dare. he turned off the water before replying, “they’re in the living room.”

you nodded and started to turn toward the door, but maki quickly dried his hands and stepped over, reaching to catch your arm. “wait, y/n… are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"just didn't think i'm so unkissable that you prefer washing the dishes of ten people," you said with a chuckle that sounded more forced than intended.

"no!" he protested. then, he added a little more seriously, “i just… didn’t want our first kiss to happen over a silly dare.”

"don't explain, maki, i totally get it, i–", you began, but stopped short as his words sank in. "wait. what do you mean 'our first kiss'?"

maki sighed. he wished he could somehow back out from this but there was no logical excuse for what he'd said, so he decided to go with the truth.

he looked down briefly before confessing, “i like you. i have for a while now. nico said he was sure you felt the same way. and… well, a game just didn’t seem like the right time for a first kiss.”

you felt your heartbeat pick up, and a smile tugged at your lips as you took a small step closer. "would now be a better time?” you asked softly.

maki’s eyes widened a bit, a flicker of hope crossing his face. “what… do you mean?”

you chuckled, genuinely this time. “that i like you too, idiot.”

a smile spread across his face as his eyes softened. “in that case… i’d say now is perfect,” he murmured, lifting his hands to gently cup your cheeks and leaning in until his lips met yours. <3

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lovelynicho · 7 months ago

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Hii!! I’m feeling angsty rn 😞

Andteam’s reaction when you walk away crying/cry or flinching in an argument you get the idea?? HSHSH hopefully it won’t be too hard to write and tyyy. Love your works mwaps!! 🫶🫶

&team reaction - to you crying/flinching in an argument

Pairing: bf!&team x gn!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: one curse word in EJ's; mention of abusive relationship in Yuma's; not proofread

Notes: it's my first time writing something as angsty as this so I hope you like it; english is not my first language I apologize for any mistakes; and I'm sorry for not posting for so long, I didn't have the motivation to write😔

Masterlist

He's very strong, therefore he can be really scary at times. Especially when arguing. You hate arguing with him, so you usually try to leave when it gets a little out of hand, so both of you can calm down alone. Him on the other hand, although he hates arguing too, is a firm believer that everything needs to be discussed right then and there. This difference between you can cause some problems. Once when you were in a big argument with him, you decided that it should be ended, told him that you can't deal with that right now and you're going to your room to calm down a little, alone. But he didn't want to let it go, so he grabbed your wrist and continued yelling his problems at you. But his grip was too strong, it was painful. You looked at him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes "Yudai, it hurts" you said quietly. He looked at his hand and realisation hit him. He let go of your wrist, looked at you for a few seconds before saying "I'm sorry". Slowly and softly wrapped his arms around you and he kept repeating those words a million times: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry...."

Fuma

Although he is the most gentlemanly gentleman to ever step foot on Earth, he is incredibly strong and has a really deep voice. These two things can make him seem rather scary when you guys are in a serious fight. One day a little fight went a little too far. Both of you were just tired, working more than you should so even a little misunderstanding can turn into fighting. You two were just yelling at each other. At this point you couldn't even tell why you started to fight you just had to let the tension out. But when Fuma made a sudden move in your direction you screamed and backed until your back hit the wall. You were just looking at each other. His eyes were in pain, more like worried actually. He slowly approached you and when you didn't scare away he hugged you, his lips next to your ears whispering. "I could never hurt you. I love you so much, I would never want you to be in pain"

Nicholas

Although Nicholas is a sweetheart, I think we can all agree that from the outside he looks rather intimidating, even scary at times. And this feature of his does not do any good when the two of you are fighting. He also seems like the type to lose his temper pretty easily which is also bad for the situation. Once you had a really big fight. Both of you probably knew that you could settle it calmly but you built up so much stress at work and from life itself that you just had to let it out and unfortunately you chose to let it out on each other. You were at fault too, you said something really hurtful to Nicholas and he felt like he will explode if he doesn't release the tension. So out of anger he hit the wall closest to him. But that was right in fron of you and for a second you thought that he aimed at you. So you closed your eyes and just waited while tears were falling from your eyes. But instead the punch you expected you only felt warm arms wrapping around you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..... I could never hurt you" he whispered. Then you just stayed there for a while, crying everything out in his comforting arms.

Our leader is such a sweet guy. Even though he's tall and quite strong you just need one look at his boba eyes and you already feel safe. His soft speaking nature also adds to the feeling of comfort he gives to not just you, but everyone around him. But as the leader he has lots of duties and also has to take care of not less than eight people. Believe me when I say, sometimes man is tired. And that day when he went over to spend time with you he was especially tired and stressed from work, he just didn't want to cancel the date because he hasn't seen you for what felt like forever. But when he got to you and you kept just asking him about his day and what they have been up to nowadays eventough he said he doesn't want to talk about work, he had enough. "Why can't you just shut up for a second? I cane over to have a calm evening but you just keep bothering me, I'm literally just wasting my time with you now" he yelled. His words shot straight to your heart. You managed to mutter a small 'sorry' and at least start walking away to your room before the tears started falling down your cheeks but he heard your sniffles. And standing there he knew, he fucked up.

Yuma

He probably wouldn't have scared you like that if it wasn't for your past. You had an abusive relationship before you met him. Your ex used to beat you up and it was hard for you to manage to get away from him. But with Yuma it was different. He was the nicest man you've ever met and the thought of him hurting you never entered your mind. But when you were having a rather bad fight every memory of your ex that layed in the back of your mind suddenly came back. That's the reason why when he lifted his hand as he was aggressively explaining something to you in the heat of the argument you instantly put your hands infront of your face as protection. You weren't scared of Yuma, it was more like an instinct, but he didn't know that. "I didn't mean to scare you" he muttered, much softer now than before "I'm so sorry y/n". "No, it's not your fault" you said as you stepped closer to him to assure him that you really weren't scared at all "it was just an instinct because of my ex. It really has nothing to do with you. I'm sorry" and with that you hugged him tightly. But he still whispered in your ears hoping to comfort you "don't ever apologise for something like this. It's not your fault love"

He's a sweetheart. I don't think he could ever even talk loud let alone make you cry. So if you cry in an argument then both of you cry, there's no other option. When you ended up in a bad argument you just threw every word against each other even if you didn't mean it. You hated it. Seeing him mad, being mad at him. You felt tears in your eyes, slowly rolling down your cheeks. When he saw that he couldn't say another word, instead he did exactly what you did, salty drops of water running from his eyes. You just looked at each other. No talk. Words weren't needed. Those things made you cry. You ended up cuddling on the couch crying out everything silently.

Harua

Usually Harua is a very soft person. I mean you can already tell it from his cute almost boyish looks. However when he's in a fight he can be surprisingly strong minded. You learned that in your first serious fight with him. He stood very firmly by his point believing he was right, when in reality he wasn't. At first you tried to convince him calmly but after a while you just had enough and instead of keep trying to solve the problem in a calm way you started yelling at him. As an answer he also raised his voice and even gesticulated to prove his point but the moves of his hands were huge and firm you've never seen him raise his hand this strongly before so as an instinct you flinched. And that's when he realised that he went too far. "I'm so so so so so sorry" he said already crying with his hands infront of his mouth. "I don't want to hurt you I swear" he kept going on about that. "It's okay I just over reacted" you answered as you softly wrapped your hands around his waist and pulled him into your chest.

Taki

This guy is always full of jokes and pranks. He just sometimes forgets to think about what if the given joke or prank is not funny but actually hurtful to someone. One day when you were at the dorm, this exact scenario happened. Taki just intended to make a joke but didn't consider that it was actually pretty hurtful to you. At first you just stayed silent because you didn't want to talk about how wath he said made you feel so bad. But when he noticed that you became more silent than before he tried to make you talk with another joke which was a huge mistake. You flipped out yelling at him about how hurtful his joke felt for you personally and that he should have considered your feelings. But his reaction to that was just him saying "relax, it was just a joke, if you can't take that, say that, and I won't tell it anymore" and that made you angrier. "Taki it's not that I can't take a joke it's just that your joke was not funny, it only made me feel bad and I can't even look at you right now" you yelled as tears started to roll down your cheeks. And with that you just left the dorm. In shock, he just sat down on the ground trying to figure out what to do.

Maki

Maki is a nice guy, everybody and their mother knows that. But sometimes even he can have bad days. Unfortunately you decided to come over unannounced to the dorm on one of those days when he would just rather be alone. When you arrived of course he was still happy for you, but in contrast to his, your day has been so good that you kept rambling. After some time you asked about his day and even after him saying that he would rather not talk about that now you asked one more time if he was sure and that was it for him. He almost started to yell at you infront of everyone in the living room but thankfully he still had the manners to keep these things privately. So he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his room, shut his door as strong as he could and he started yelling at you only noticing minutes later that you were so scared from his sudden change of moods that you backed away from him and tears were built up in your eyes. When he realised how bad the situation was he decided not to talk anymore. Just went up to you and wrapped you in a tight, warm, comforting hug. A hug that lasted maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour. You didn't know and you couldn't care less when you had each other so close.

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buzzzlove · 4 months ago

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Maki

You two get outed

Keeping your relationship with Maki a secret had been easy at first. The two of you were already close, so nothing felt out of place when you spent time together. You stole quick moments when no one was looking—brushing hands under the table, exchanging knowing glances, and sneaking off for late-night conversations. It was exciting in a way, your little secret.

But lately, things had become… complicated.

Specifically, because of Harua.

It started with small things. Harua offering to grab drinks for you when everyone was taking a break, sticking by your side whenever you visited the practice room, and even insisting on walking you home after late-night hangouts. You didn’t think much of it at first—Harua had always been kind. But Maki noticed. And as the weeks passed, you could tell it was starting to get to him.

Today, though, was the final straw.

You had come to practice to watch the guys and maybe learn a bit of their choreography for fun. Maki had been keeping an eye on you all evening, his jaw clenched slightly every time Harua hovered too close. But when Harua moved behind you, his hands gently guiding your arms into the right positions for the choreography, you felt the tension snap.

“Harua, back off,” Maki’s voice cut through the room, sharp and sudden.

The entire practice room fell silent. The other members, who had been chatting or stretching, all turned toward the source of the outburst. Harua blinked, startled, quickly stepping back from you.

“Maki?” Taki tilted his head, clearly confused. “Dude, what’s up?”

Maki let out a frustrated sigh before running a hand through his hair. Then, as if he had decided he was done with the secrecy, he stepped forward and grabbed your hand.

Everyone’s eyes widened.

“We’re dating,” Maki announced, his voice firm and unwavering. “That’s what’s up.”

For a second, no one said anything. You felt your heart hammer in your chest, your fingers tightening around Maki’s instinctively. But then—

A loud cheer erupted.

“We knew it!” Yuma grinned, nudging K. “I told you they wouldn’t last a month without admitting it.”

“You guys are the worst at hiding things,” EJ chuckled, crossing his arms.

Your mouth fell open. “Wait—what?”

Fuma smirked. “You really thought you could keep it from us? Maki turns bright red every time you’re in the room.”

Maki groaned. “You guys are so annoying.”

Harua, who had been quiet this whole time, suddenly let out a sheepish laugh. “Well… I guess the plan worked.”

You frowned. “Plan?”

The members exchanged amused glances before Nicholas spoke up. “We knew you two were dating, but since you wouldn’t admit it, we figured we’d speed things up a bit.”

“So,” Harua added with a teasing grin, “I was supposed to, you know, make Maki jealous.”

Your jaw dropped. “You were all in on this?”

“Of course!” Taki beamed. “And it worked, didn’t it?”

Maki groaned, covering his face with his free hand. “I can’t believe I fell for it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing his hand. “Well, at least we don’t have to keep it a secret anymore.”

Maki sighed, but there was a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

K clapped his hands together. “Alright, now that it’s official, we need to celebrate.”

“You guys are unbelievable,” Maki muttered, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

And as the others playfully teased you both, you realized that maybe keeping it a secret had been pointless all along. Because in the end, the people who mattered most already knew—and they had been rooting for you from the start.

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୨୧ 一 &TEAM REACTION TO YOU BEING SICK AND CLINGY

&team ot9 — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : by ❄️🌟 anon! ☆ — &t masterlist

K :

The rain taps gently on the windows like a lullaby, soft and steady. You’re bundled under a mountain of blankets on the couch, cheeks flushed with fever, body heavy and aching. It’s the kind of sick that turns the world blurry around the edges. All you want is him, his warmth, his steadiness, his voice.

K returns from the kitchen, balancing a cup of warm tea in one hand and a cool cloth in the other. The moment his eyes meet yours, wide and quietly pleading, his expression softens.

“Still not feeling good, huh?” he murmurs, setting the tea down carefully.

You don’t respond, just stretch your arms out like a child asking to be held. There’s no shame in it, not with him. K gives a small laugh, breathy and fond, before settling down beside you. He lets you curl into him, your head resting against his chest as his arm wraps around your shoulders like second nature.

“Clingy today,” he teases gently, fingers stroking your hair. “Guess I don’t mind.”

And he doesn’t. Not at all. If anything, it makes him feel needed in a quiet, important way. His presence grounds you, his heartbeat beneath your ear like a lullaby, strong and constant. He doesn’t try to pull away or tell you to rest more or even shift to get comfortable himself, he simply holds you, body curved around yours like a shelter.

As the storm outside rumbles softly and the fever makes you drowsy, K whispers now and then, his voice low and careful.

“Just sleep, yeah? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And he is. Even when you doze off mid-sentence, even when you grip his hoodie like a lifeline. Even when you murmur his name in your sleep.

K stays, warm, quiet, and unshakably patient, like a lighthouse in your stormy head.

FUMA :

You didn’t mean to be this clingy. Really, you didn’t.

But being sick somehow reduces you to your most vulnerable self, and the moment Fuma walks through the door, kicking off his shoes and calling out your name, you shuffle toward him like a lost puppy. You’re bundled in a hoodie far too big for you, his, actually, and your face is flushed from fever, eyes glassy and rimmed with exhaustion.

He stops mid-step, eyes instantly scanning your expression.

“Ahh, you’re still burning up,” he murmurs, setting down the grocery bag of medicine and soup. “Did you miss me that much?”

You nod wordlessly and reach for him, hands outstretched. Fuma doesn’t hesitate, not even for a second. He closes the distance and wraps his arms around you, slow and secure, like he’s putting the whole world back together for you.

“You’re really attached today, huh?” he teases softly, rocking you a little in his arms. His voice is light, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips, and something quieter in his eyes, concern, affection, relief that you’re still you, even if you’re sick and clinging like Velcro.

Fuma is practical about the situation, he always is. He helps you back to the couch, makes sure you’re wrapped in blankets just right, and insists you take your medicine. But all the while, you don’t let go of his sleeve, or the hem of his shirt, or his hand.

And Fuma lets you.

In fact, once everything is settled, he settles in right next to you, letting your legs tangle with his as he adjusts the pillow behind your back. His hand finds your hair, smoothing it gently.

“You’re so clingy when you’re sick,” he says again, half-laughing.

“But I like it,” he adds, quieter this time. “Makes me feel like I can actually take care of you.”

He stays through the sniffles, the dramatic groans, the quiet neediness. And when your head rests against his chest, his heartbeat slow and steady under your cheek, you hear him hum something soft, a melody just for you, warm and healing.

With Fuma, even feeling miserable is oddly comforting.

NICHOLAS :

It starts with a text.

“I feel gross. I miss you.”

Simple. Half-whiny. Barely coherent. But Nicholas knows your moods like the back of his hand, and this one is clear: you’re sick, and you’re reaching out.

He’s at your door not long after, hood up, arms full of things you didn’t ask for but he knew you needed. Ginger tea, congee in a thermos, cough drops, and that soft little plush you once pointed out in a shop window and promptly forgot.

You crack the door open, nose red and eyes heavy, and Nicholas doesn’t say anything at first. He just smiles, gentle and lopsided, with a softness that could melt through the thickest layers of congestion.

“I got you the ugly little bear thing,” he says, holding it up. “Thought it might cheer you up.”

You don’t even look at it. You just hold your arms out and make the smallest sound: “Come here.”

Nicholas chuckles, stepping inside without hesitation. He kicks off his shoes and shrugs off his coat, letting you wrap your arms around his middle like it’s the only thing holding you together. You bury your face against his chest, and he holds you there, one hand stroking your back, the other still holding the bear.

“You’re so clingy when you’re sick,” he murmurs, but he’s already guiding you to the couch, letting you drape yourself over him like a weighted blanket in reverse.

He lets you lie on him while he talks, nothing too loud, just a soft stream of comforting nonsense. Updates on his day, a dumb thing Taki said during practice, how the barista at his favorite café messed up his order but smiled too sweetly for him to complain. All while his fingers run gently through your hair, slow and rhythmic.

“You want tea? Or just me?”

“…Just you,” you mumble, voice thick with congestion and drowsiness.

Nicholas kisses the crown of your head, laughter dancing behind his breath. “Lucky for you, I brought both.”

And when you fall asleep, arm slung around his waist, breath hitching slightly from your stuffy nose, he doesn’t move. Not an inch. He just holds you tighter, tucks the blanket up around your shoulders, and stays.

Because if being sick turns you into a koala, Nicholas is more than happy to be your tree.

EJ :

When Euijoo gets your text, just a sad little “i don’t feel good”, he’s already halfway to grabbing his coat. He doesn’t even wait for you to ask. He just knows. You don’t get sick often, but when you do? You turn into a magnet for comfort, and there’s nowhere you’d rather be than wrapped up in him.

He knocks softly, even though you told him to come in. That’s just how he is, gentle, respectful, always checking in. When he sees you, bundled in blankets with a flushed face and bleary eyes, something in his expression softens completely.

“Oh no,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees in front of you like it’s instinct. “You look like you fought a war in your sleep.”

You pout, throat too sore to joke back, and instead you tug at his hoodie, wordlessly asking him to come closer.

Euijoo does, without hesitation. He sits beside you on the couch, letting you flop across his lap like a tired cat. His hand finds your back, rubbing slow circles, and he leans down to press a featherlight kiss to your temple.

“You didn’t even take your meds yet, did you?” he says, voice warm with fondness, not scolding. “You’re just waiting for me to take care of everything, huh?”

You nod pitifully. He chuckles.

“Okay. I’ll be your nurse,” he says softly, brushing hair away from your forehead. “But you owe me endless cuddles when you’re better.”

The rest of the day is hushed and slow. Euijoo speaks in a near-whisper, like even his voice might disturb your rest. He wipes your forehead with a cool cloth, feeds you warm spoonfuls of porridge with quiet concentration, and murmurs encouragements like, “You’re doing so well,” even when all you’re doing is sipping water.

And when you get especially clingy, arms wrapped around his middle, refusing to let him go even to grab your tissues, he just laughs under his breath and adjusts so you’re both lying down, your face tucked under his chin.

“Alright, alright,” he says gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Later, when you fall asleep on his chest, Euijoo doesn’t move a muscle. He just holds you like something delicate, brushing lazy patterns across your back and whispering, “You’re safe. Just rest.”

Because for Euijoo, love isn’t loud. It’s in the stillness. The care. The way he lets you lean on him completely, especially when you’re too tired to stand on your own.

YUMA :

When you message Yuma saying, “I feel like a soggy tissue. please help,” he sends a voice note back that’s 80% gasp, 10% dramatic wail, and 10% “I’m on my way.”

He shows up at your door in his favorite hoodie, a paper bag of cozy supplies tucked under one arm, and his hair slightly tousled like he ran all the way. He doesn’t even wait for you to greet him properly, he’s already toeing off his shoes and marching in with a determined look.

“Okay, first of all, soggy tissue??” he scolds playfully, kneeling beside you with a hand on your forehead. “That’s way too accurate. You do look kind of… squishy.”

You groan in protest, and he grins, dimples flashing.

“Sorry, sorry,” he adds, voice softening. “But you still look cute. Like a fevered little bunny.”

You pout dramatically, reaching out for him. Yuma doesn’t hesitate, he slides right next to you, lets you bury your face in his chest, and wraps you up like it’s second nature. His arms are warm and secure, but never smothering. He has a way of making you feel held and free all at once.

“I brought everything,” he says proudly. “Cough drops, that weird rice porridge you like, and the fluffy socks that make you feel like you’re walking on clouds.”

He makes the porridge in your kitchen like he’s done it a hundred times, humming a tune while you watch him from the couch, your blanket pulled up to your nose. When he brings it to you, he blows on each spoonful and feeds it to you, smiling when your eyes flutter closed in comfort.

“Good?” he whispers, voice low and sweet.

You nod and tug his sleeve.

When the clinginess kicks in hard, when you refuse to let go of him even while half-asleep, Yuma just laughs and readjusts so your limbs can tangle comfortably.

“You’re like velcro,” he teases softly, nuzzling his cheek against yours. “But I don’t mind. I’m your plushie today, huh?”

And that’s exactly how he acts. He lets you cling. Lets you sleep on him, talk nonsense in your fever haze, whine that your throat feels like sandpaper, and he’s there through it all with warmth and humor and an unshakable tenderness. He even teaches you a goofy healing dance he made up on the spot, just to make you laugh, your stuffy giggles muffled into his hoodie.

When you finally fall asleep on his chest, his hand strokes your hair with rhythmic care.

JO :

You’re not even sure how he got there so fast. One moment, you send a pathetic little text, “i’m sick and sad. come hold me.”, and the next, your apartment smells like the familiar mix of clean cotton and Jo’s subtle cologne.

He doesn’t knock loudly. He slips in like the gentlest breeze, a grocery bag in one hand and a thick blanket folded over the other. He closes the door with a soft click, kicks off his shoes, and glances around until he sees your bundled form on the couch.

“Hey, angel,” he says, his voice low and soft, a kind of hush that feels made for quiet rooms and pounding headaches. “You look like a little ghost.”

You peek out from your blanket cocoon with a groggy whimper, arms stretching toward him in silent desperation.

Jo doesn’t hesitate. He kneels beside you, brushing a hand across your forehead with featherlight fingers. “Hot,” he murmurs, brows knitting. “But still cute. That should be illegal.”

You try to smile, but mostly you just whimper again, sick and clingy and needy in the way that only comes when your body gives up and begs for comfort.

Jo climbs onto the couch without another word, adjusting the blanket so you’re curled against his chest. He smells like warm laundry and, pencil graphite, and the faint trace of caramel from the candy he’s always chewing. His arms slide around you like they were built for it. Like he was meant to hold you when you’re feeling like death warmed over.

“I brought honey lemon tea,” he murmurs into your hair. “And a forehead pack. You wanna eat something, or just hold onto me for a while?”

Your only answer is to grip the front of his sweatshirt with trembling fingers.

Jo just smiles.

“Alright,” he whispers. “I’m here. You can cling all you want.”

And you do. Every time he tries to move, to fetch your tea, or grab the remote, you tug him back down with the tiniest whine, your fingers curled in his sleeve like a lifeline. He teases you gently, never mean, never frustrated.

“So needy,” he says with a soft laugh, pressing a kiss to your fever-warm temple.

When you finally doze off, breath hitching a little with the congestion, Jo doesn’t move. He stays perfectly still, one hand stroking slow circles over your back, the other resting over your heartbeat like he’s syncing with it.

HARUA :

You hadn’t meant to whine so much over the phone, but your throat hurt, your nose was stuffy, and nothing felt right unless Harua was near. So when you texted him with a half-coherent, “I feel awful. Please come over,” you weren’t expecting him to drop everything.

But he did.

There’s a knock at the door just a little while later, polite, light, exactly like him, and when you open it, there he is. Face soft with concern, arms full of everything you didn’t know you needed: your favorite snacks, cold medicine, a bottle of water with a silly sticker on it, and the plushie he accidentally won for you at a claw machine last month.

“Hi,” he says quietly, eyes scanning your face. “You look miserable.” Then, after a heartbeat: “Still cute, though.”

You blink up at him, pouty and congested, and then you just… melt. Arms thrown around his middle, face buried in his hoodie. He lets out a small breath of surprise, but wraps his arms around you without hesitation, pressing his cheek gently against your hair.

“You missed me that much?” he murmurs, voice like warm tea.

Once he gets you back to the couch, he’s calm and efficient, the kind of quiet care that never feels rushed. He puts on a cozy playlist, tucks you in like he’s wrapping a delicate gift, and brushes your hair back with the tips of his fingers. He doesn’t make a big deal of your clinginess, not even when you insist on holding his hand the entire time.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures softly, squeezing your fingers. “Even if you fall asleep like this.”

When you rest your head on his shoulder, he shifts just enough to make it comfortable for you, then stays perfectly still. His other hand starts tracing slow, soothing circles along your back, not to tease, not to distract, just to be there.

Harua doesn’t say much. He doesn’t have to. It’s in the way he stays close, the way he patiently listens when you groggily ramble, the way he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in the world, even with tissues stuffed up your sleeve and your voice two octaves lower than usual.

“You can be as clingy as you want,” he whispers when your fingers twitch around his. “I don’t mind. I… like being needed.”

You fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat under your ear and the faint hum of him quietly singing something soft, just for you.

TAKI :

You’re wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, nose red and stuffy, eyes droopy from a fever that refuses to break. Everything aches, your head, your throat, your muscles, and worst of all, you miss Taki. He’s your comfort. Your warm hoodie in winter. Your favorite song. Your peace.

So you do what any reasonable, clingy, miserable person would do: you send him a pitiful voice memo that’s mostly sniffles and his name said like a whimper.

Not even twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. You peek out from your cocoon of tissues and wool to see Taki, cheeks flushed from the cold, carrying a bag way too big for someone his size. “Emergency delivery!” he says cheerfully, flashing you the brightest smile he can manage, even though he clearly clocked how awful you look.

He doesn’t mind. Not even a little.

“You poor thing,” he coos, toeing off his shoes before making a beeline to the couch. “You look like a baby duck who got caught in the rain.”

You groan, flopping over, already reaching for him. “C’mere.”

Taki laughs softly and slides right in next to you without hesitation, kicking off his jacket and letting you climb into his lap, head on his shoulder, arms curled around him. He shifts carefully so you’re tucked just right, like he’s done this a hundred times before. Like it’s natural.

“You can cling all you want,” he whispers, nose brushing your temple. “I like it. Makes me feel important.”

While you mumble something incomprehensible into his chest, he hums a little song, one he made up on the spot, just to lull you into comfort. His fingers stroke gently through your hair, careful not to tug, and when he notices you shivering, he tightens the blanket around both of you like he’s the protector of your tiny, warm world.

He keeps talking in that low, sweet voice of his, saying the most random, comforting things, about a dog he saw on the way over, how he almost slipped on the ice, how he thinks you’d look really cute in matching pajamas with him. “Next time I’ll bring some. Fluffy ones. Blue, maybe? Or should we go pink?”

You’re too sick to answer, but you smile anyway.

And when you start to drift off, still clinging to him like a lifeline, he whispers one last thing before pressing a kiss to your hair:

“You always take care of me, even when you don’t know it. So let me do it for you now, okay?”

MAKI :

You’re usually the one bouncing around with him, matching his jokes, nudging his side, keeping up with his endless energy. But today… you’re a puddle on the couch. Blankets up to your chin, cheeks flushed with fever, and your voice reduced to a pathetic croak. You want tea, soup, and above all, Maki.

You shoot him a sleepy text: “come here :( I’m sick and sad.”

And like magic, he appears.

He bursts into the room still catching his breath, cheeks pink from rushing over. “You should've told me you were sick sooner!” he exclaims, already dropping his bag and making a beeline for you.

You sit up with a pout, arms stretched out in a silent plea. “C’mere. Please.”

“Okay, okay, I’m here,” he chuckles, instantly softening as he kneels beside you. His hands are warm and surprisingly steady as they brush your hair back. “You look like a tired little dumpling. Still cute, though.”

Normally he’s the hyper one, cracking jokes and bouncing around, but right now? He slows everything down. He tucks himself beside you, gently adjusting your blanket, and lets you lean into him as if he’s your pillow. You’re clingy, hugging his waist, burying your face in his hoodie, and Maki melts.

He rests his chin on top of your head and whispers, “You can be clingy all day. I don’t mind. I like it when you need me.”

He gets up only to grab a warm drink, tucking it carefully into your hands before crawling right back under the blanket. And when you try to apologize for being gross or needy, he just laughs. “You think a little snot is gonna scare me away? Have you seen my morning hair?”

Later, when you’re half-asleep in his arms, he gently hums a random tune, something soft and off-key, but full of heart. His hand rubs slow circles on your back while he mumbles, “I hate seeing you like this… but I love being the one you call.”

And before you slip fully into sleep, he quietly adds, “I’ll take care of you every time. Don’t even think twice.”

Word count : 3526 | serapharua, 2025.

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artmsdoll · 3 months ago

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hei's &team recs ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

: ̗̀➛ pls note that i do bias maki, jo, & euijoo so theres probably more of them but i love all the members lots and if u have any recs 4 me pls send them my way :3

: ̗̀➛ u can also find more recs that i reblogged on #heis recs⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ when im too lazy to add them here lol

(also also not all of these are full fics, some r just rambles or thoughts but theyre still yum:3)

✩ = smut ★ = not smut (might still be suggestive)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ot9 / multiple members

nsfw thoughts based on birth charts - 000-dotz ✩

~340 words per member, (all members but maki)

members accidentally touching u boobs when ur not wearing a bra (hyung line) - starrihan ★

~500-700 words per member, title is pretty self explanatory lol

members accidentally touching u boobs when ur not wearing a bra (maknae line) - starrihan ★

~500-700 words per member, pt two of this one ↑

fiirst time w/ members - nichoswrld ✩

~150 words per member, (all members but 05z + maki) these r so yum

misc nsfw thoughts - 1204love ✩

~100 words per member, (all members but maki)

thoughts abt dry humping maki + 3 way w/ fuma & kei + taki munch + yuma breeding u + model reader + fashion designer nico = munch - kireilien ✩

~740 words, SO MANY GOOD THOUGHTS IN ONE POST

oral w/ all of the teamies - multifandom fantasies ✩

~300 words per member, receiving + giving

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ euijoo

thoughts abt jujus pretty hands - ssongsboo ✩

~380 words, euijoo fingers u w/ his pretty hands

juno - ninisdollies ✩

~4600 words, basically ur so in love with ur bf and he fucks u so good

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fuma

fuma thighs+ u being his pocket pussy - kirelien ✩

~550 words, fuma size kink huehuehue

fumas bsf asking him to take her virginity - starrihan ✩

~1800 words, title is pretty self explanatory:p

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ kei

experience - ninisdollies ✩

~4000 words, bsf kei teaches inexperienced reader a thing or two abt bjs... hands on… (so good u have 2 read this)

expert - ninisdollies ✩

~2200 words, sequel of this one ↑ but kei also returns the favor (iykwim)

athlete k titfucks u - starrihan ✩

~600 words, basically athlete k is obsessed w/ ur tits and he titfucks in the bathroom

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ nico

de-stressing - gunilsno1 ✩

~1080 words, nicholas x f!reader, rough sex w/ nico after he has a rough day

love looks pretty on u - nicholasluvbot ★

~850 words, nico is grumpy in the morning but not when u wake him up (this one is saurrr cute)

nasty girl - byshens ✩

~1700 words

publicity stunt - wenosgf ★✩

16 chapters, ex friends to lovers, reader is an idol, 16 chapters of good writing yalll

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ yuma

yuma is obsessed w/ his bratty cheerleader gf - ninisdollie ✩

~1700 words, yuma is a football player reader is a little bratty + they fuck😛

soaked - ninisdollie ✩

~1400 words, hot tub sex on family vacationnnn

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ jo

vcard loss w/ jo - starrihan ✩

~1500 words, jo being literally the sweetest while fucking u for the first time + giving u the best aftercare ever

another vcard loss w/ jo but on both parts - serapharua ✩

~1500 words, most wholesome smut ff ever, soft dom!jo + reader having their first time tgt

thoughts abt jo having rly cold hands and #putting them in u😛 -m1ssluvyoobot ✩

~235 words, pretty self explanatory hehe i 🫶 this writing

mutual masturbation - euijoosorangeslice ✩

~450 words

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ harua

idol!reader fucks rua in bathroom - camstqr ✩

~2300 words, quickie in the bathroom before a stage😛

hot makeout sesh w/ assertive harua - ejudollz ★

~360 words, i ❤️ dom!rua

face fucking backstage - leechqnsgirl ✩

~500 words, dom!rua fucks u backstage cause ur so hot

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ taki

hard thoughts (sub!taki) - starrihan ✩

~850 words

shower sex thoughts - ejudollz ✩

~300 words

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ maki

!!! if ur looking for the bestest nsfw maki content on here i would recommend kireiliens acc all her maki works are tooooo good (but here are some of my favs from her + others)

maki taking ur first time vvv seriously - kireilien ✩

~670 words, maki being the most caring ever, traffic light system:p

thoughts on kissing maki - turnipfizzle ★

~300 words, so many cute thoughts abt kissing him!!

sex in the studiooo - dolliuv ✩

~1050 words, unprotected sex in the studio!!

take it slow - kireilien ✩

~900 words, soft!dom maki + protected sex + yalls first time tgt as a couple

secret relationship as a staff member w/ maki! (w/ texts) - kireilien ✩

~3800 words, texts + writing + smut (such a good read)

just the tip - jsbluu ✩

~1100 words, he says it's just gonna be the tip, but all men do is lie - jsbluu

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stuff-diary · 2 years ago

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So... it's supposed to be a full album, but we're only getting four new songs? 😑😑😑

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nicholasluvbot · 4 months ago

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ㅤ❛ㅤ𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍ㅤㅤ╱ㅤㅤ𝖧𝖴𝖲𝖡𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖥𝖴𝖬𝖠

husband!fuma 𖥔 wife!readerㅤ 485ㅤ ᵔ ᵕ ᵔㅤ fluff headcanonsㅤw. ─── kissing fuma is a sweetheart ><ㅤㅤARCHiVE

ㅤ👜ㅤ𓈒ㅤfirst fuma post ^_^ i was to hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing !

husband!fuma who gives the best hugs—strong, grounding, and just the right amount of snug. the moment he wraps his big, warm arms around you, all your worries melt away as he gently rocks you back and forth. he loves sneaking up behind you when you're cooking, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder with a little hum of contentment.

husband!fuma who wakes up before you on sunday mornings but doesn’t move, just watches the way your eyelashes flutter as you dream. when you finally stir, he greets you with a lazy, sleep-warmed voice, “good morning,” pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. he’ll stay in bed with you, tangling your legs together and tracing gentle circles on your back, refusing to get up until you’re both starving.

husband!fuma who loves spoiling you. he notices when you’re eyeing something in a store and secretly buys it for you. you’ll mention wanting something in passing, and a few days later, it mysteriously appears on your desk or in your closet. when you ask him about it, he just shrugs, smiling, “i just want to make my wife happy.”

husband!fuma who kisses you in every way possible—soft kisses on your forehead when you’re sleepy, slow kisses on your lips when you’re both wrapped up in each other, playful pecks on your nose when he wants to see you smile. even when he’s busy, he’ll pause just to kiss the top of your head before going back to whatever he was doing.

husband!fuma who, even after getting married, still has moments where he gets flustered over you. when you compliment him out of nowhere, when you get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, when you stare at him for too long with that soft, loving look in your eyes—he looks away, scratching the back of his neck. “why are you looking at me like that?” he mumbles, trying (and failing) to hide how red he’s turned.

husband!fuma who loves seeing you in his clothes. if you steal his hoodies, he won’t even try to take them back. in fact, he loves it so much that he purposely leaves his comfiest sweaters lying around just so you’ll wear them. if he sees you curled up in his hoodie, the fabric drowning you, he won’t be able to resist hugging you and murmuring, “you’re the cutest.”

husband!fuma who loves talking about the future with you. when you’re both lying in bed, hands intertwined, he dreams out loud about everything you’ll do together—places you’ll travel to, the cozy little home you’ll have, the pets you’ll adopt. he has this dreamy smile on his face, like he still can’t believe he gets to spend forever with you. and before you fall asleep, he kisses your forehead and whispers, “i can’t wait to grow old with you.”

‎ ‎ • 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 🗯 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 ───── 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 ˆᗜˆ

tags @voikiraz , @coquettejunnie , @hanninova , @aloe-7 , @rizzkisworld , @lune-net , @k-films , @sgz-net , @kstrucknet

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starryjake · 6 months ago

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GIRL GIRL!!! WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT &TEAM LEGAL LINE AND THEIR FAV POSITION WOULD BE?

a/n: i had too much fun with this i think

k: i see my man as someone who likes missionary bc he likes to look at his partner when he’s fucking them <33 but with his strength he goes HARD. pushes your knees to your chest or has your legs dangling over his shoulders so he can really push into you. i think he’d probs like manhandling you too, just pushing you around and putting your body into whatever position he wants and you just comply so nicely. but he just likes to see your face and the pretty expressions you make as a result of how good he’s fucking you.

fuma: lowkey think he would like fucking you against a wall or just like standing up while he’s fucking. he’s gotta show off his strength you know. he’ll also like it when he’s standing at the edge of the bed and you’re at the bottom with your legs spread and he just slides rightttttt in. kinda just pins you to the mattress and pounds the shit out of you, then picks you up and carries you over to the wall, holding you while he fucks you against it ><

nicholas: i just know my boy likes hitting it from the back </3 just loooooves holding your hips up and pounding you into the mattress. he’ll def pull your hair too, pulling you up so your back is pressed to his chest. also loves to manhandle you, and while he can be rough, he can be sweet and loving too, slowly fucking his cock into your tight walls nice and deep. his main priority is making sure both of you feel good. but he also likes hitting it from the back so he can slap your ass lol :3

ej: OH THE LOML :(((( for him i can see missionary or cowgirl <33 if he feels more like being in charge then missionary, but if he just wants to lay back and be taken care of, then cowgirl. with him i rly just see the sweetest lovemaking fr. like soft touches and sweet whispers and deep passionate kisses. it’s very very sensual and romantic so he always like positions where the two of you can look at each other.

yuma: missionary if he has a lot of energy and just needs to fuck, but if he just wants to take it slow and have a good time then reverse cowgirl. looooves seeing you ride his cock, your hands gripping his thighs for leverage as you ride his length. has a tight hold on your hips and if he’s feeling nice, he’ll help guide you but most of the time, he just sits back and enjoys the shooooww.

jo: ok the spooning position. at first i thought cowgirl and like yes but the SPOONING position. you guys are laying on your sides, his front pressed against your back and he just slides in and it feels so good. you’re so close to each other and it’s sooo sensual. just likes slow and lazy sex. he spreads your legs and just slowly glides his hips, thrusting in and out of you. he’ll kiss your neck and bring his hand to your front to rub your clit. i think he also likes the position bc once he’s finished, he can just stay inside of you and fall asleep cockwarming <33

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tttt06 · 13 days ago

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ot9 &team when reader gets insecure cause shes lightly chubby (but make it smut hehe I'm a freak!!)

Sorry this took forever! I see the Lee Know cat cafe fan fiction too! DW i'm working on it as we speak!

I Don't Feel Pretty

Idol&TEAM x Blackreader

Requests are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ How the boys react to your sudden insecurity about your weight.

Warnings~ Body dysmorphia, mentions of gaining weight, slight choking, squirting, no protection, size kink, all dom, rough, gentle, intimate

Word Count~ 7.4k

You looked in the mirror after your shower. You were wearing K's basketball shorts and your own tight-fitted crop. You pulled the rolls on your stomach as you sighed.

You thought to yourself, When did I have time to gain all this weight.

Your lips were pouted as you turned to look at your chubby thighs. You hated how it looked. Hated how you were starting to feel in your own body.

You had fluctuating weight, and you maintained a diet to keep it the same. But every chance your body got to betray you, it did.

You heard the door open, and you made eye contact with K. His eyes lit up, "There you are!"

He wrapped you in a warm back hug as he swayed. He looked at you from the mirror, "Checking yourself out? You're so gorgeous."

You lied, "Yeah." Voice cracking in the fluctuation.

K looked into your eyes as he raised his eyebrow, "Huh? What's wrong?"

You only smiled. You turned around to hug K, and his hands instinctively went to your ass. You two rocked in each other's arms as he squeezed your ass.

"I'm gonna wear your hoodie." Your head was on his chest. His heart rate was slow. The rumble of this voice rang against your ear. "Why? You look good right now."

His hands traveled to your waist. You pouted, "K, please. I don't wanna look like this right now."

He asked, "Look like what? Baby, you look beautiful." You looked at the chub on your stomach and said, "Look at me. I'm HUGE."

K was silent. Then, you heard it, "PFFT. Girl, if you're huge, then I'm ginormous."

You looked at your boyfriend's playful eyes, and you couldn't help but laugh. K leaned down to kiss you softly. "My baby always looked good. You don't know what your weight gain does to me. Do I need to start showing you?"

You wept, "What do you mean?" K smiled, "C'mere."

He led you to your bed, and he pressed you against the mattress. You wept, "K!"

He laughed as he slid the basketball shorts off. His hands dug into your pants as he kissed your neck. His fingers sunk into your hole, and you moaned.

Your hands dug into his hair.

K said, "You're so gorgeous. I love the way you look, baby. So much more to grab."

K's fingers were strong. He fucked into you with his fingers as you clenched around him. You liked what he was saying.

He took his sweats off and said, "Fucking gorgeous. Look what you did to me?"

His dick was hard. Solid even.

He towered over you as he angled himself into your hole. He calmed down a little. Your pussy was throbbing with need from the attention it got.

K slid through your fold and kissed your cheeks. He was gentle with his thrust as he talked to you.

"You look beautiful. So good. Every time I see that little extra fat, my heart races. Baby, I love your belly, your thighs, your tits when they swell. Fuck."

He buried his head into your neck after you clenched around him. He had you shaking.

"I'm gonna cum," He whispered into your neck. You said, "F-faster. Please."

He hummed and slammed into you. His speed increased as you approached. You twitched and whimpered from underneath him. Yudai cupped your face and kissed you messily. "Don't ever doubt your body again. I love you."

You smiled, "I love you too."

Fuma

He's a supportive old fart. He's always listening to your problems, and he's so attentive.

He was making his famous pancakes for you. You two had just finished doing adult things, and you fell asleep.

He wanted to surprise you with your favorite. You woke up to the aroma. You opened your eyes and threw on his shirt. It went to your plush thighs.

You were gaining weight. You didn't know what it was from, but you didn't like that. You asked Fuma if you could go to the gym with him, but he said he didn't want you to.

You didn't think he noticed why you asked. But Fuma definitely picked up on it.

He was especially hornier these days too. It was odd to you. He was silently showing you that he loved you no matter what you looked like.

You rubbed your eyes, waterproof mascara crumbs staining your fingers. You said, "Pancakes?"

He smiled, "The only thing I know how to make." You laughed as you plopped on your dining room chair. "You make them perfectly every time." Fuma smiled at you as he flipped his pancake onto the plate.

You'd normally eat about 3 and would get full.

He passed you the plate. You stared at the food. You were about to dig in. Your knife cut through the fluffy stack of batter, and you dipped it into your syrup.

You put it in your mouth, and it melted. It tasted amazing.

You smiled, "It tastes good." Fuma smiled, "Good, I'm about to make another six and eat them all."

You looked at him, "Greedy ass."

He laughed as he put the rest of the pancakes on the plate. He sat across from you and ate with you. You sighed as you looked at the pancakes.

You wanted more but suddenly felt the need to restrict yourself. Fuma was quietly watching you as you looked at the plate. You didn't finish the plate of pancakes.

He knew the exact amount of pancakes you'd always eat. This time, you weren't eating.

"Y/N."

Your heat shot up. You two made eye contact. It was silent, his eyes stern. You stuttered, "Y-yeah?"

Fuma crossed his arms. "You didn't eat the entire plate?" You said, "Well, I had a couple snacks before."

Fuma listened carefully to your stupid excuses. "Y/N. First, you're asking to go to the gym, and now you're not eating. Are you getting insecure?"

You shrunk. The confrontative tone of Fuma's voice made you shy. "I wouldn't say that. Just aware."

He quirked his eyebrow, "Of what?"

You said, "How much I eat. I mean, look at me. I used to be so skinny. Now, I'm all round and squishy."

Fuma said, "And beautiful. You look absolutely adorable. I love you no matter what you look like. I'll be stronger and stronger for you."

You said, "I don't know... I don't feel like that right now." Fuma held your hand, "Do I need to show you how beautiful you are again?" You pouted, "Fuma."

Fuma only smiled, "I heard you burn calories with sex."

You jumped on him.

Fuma was a strong guy. He made you feel so small when he picked you up. It was like you weighed two pounds. You bit your lip before leaning in to kiss him. Ou, he was so good. He felt so good under you.

You could already feel his growing boner. His arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you up to him. He kissed into your warm mouth. That's where his tongue belonged. In between your lips.

Your hands traveled to his hair as you ruffled it. Fuma smiled against your lips. "You know how sensitive my head is."

You giggled as he walked you right back to your bedroom. The sheets were a mess from what happened earlier that day.

You were about to go another round.

Fuma took his sweats off. He kissed your neck. You hummed as you held his head in your arms. Fuma licked across your collarbone, and you felt yourself gush.

Fuck. Fuma felt good.

His hands massaged your beautiful thighs. The contrast in skin color has an effect on you.

Fuma was pale, and you were brown-skinned. Fuma loves your color down to your blemishes.

He playfully kissed your bare stomach. You hadn't realized he lifted the shirt. You didn't bother putting underwear on anyway.

Fuma's fingers were back to your clit for the second time today. He rubbed soft circles against your bud, and you shuddered.

You were still sensitive from the three times you two went at it this morning.

Fuma kissed your bud and swiped his tongue over your folds. You whimpered, hands going to his scalp again.

Fuma fucked you with his tongue as you moaned and whimpered his name.

"So plush," Fuma mumbled from between your thighs. You were squeezing them tighter from pleasure. You didn't even notice.

You frowned as you got closer to another high. Being sensitive meant you came faster.

Fuma knew how to push all your buttons.

You shivered as the cold rush of the orgasm came over you. Fuma was barely using his fingers, but the heat of them was enough for the effect.

You were cumming on his tongue again.

It wasn't long before Fuma was pulling his underwear down, slightly tripping, as he hopped over to the bed.

You laughed at his excitement as he crawled over you.

"Fuma! You almost fell, baby!" He kissed your cheek and said, "Thank you for worrying about me."

You smiled. Fuma angled his fat dick into your hole and slowly pushed in. Your back arched in agony of the stretch. Pussy wet but sticky.

Your hands shook as he dug straight to your spot. He slowly fucked into you. Your hands brushed against his abs as you moaned softly.

Fuma said, "You look so beautiful right now. I love everything about you." You nodded, face scrunched from pleasure.

Fuma grabbed your thighs, "Even down to the TEENY belly fat you claim to have."

You laughed as his slow pace quickened. Your heart raced from the heat. Fuma was hard with his thrust. He slammed right into your spot, causing you to shake underneath him.

You were cumming and clenching all around his dick.

"Ffuuuuckkk. Y/N! You feel so good."

You couldn't speak for yourself because you were still climaxing. Your hips jerked into Fuma's. He fell into the crook of your neck. He said, "Let's just stay like this."

Nicholas

Nicholas was stopping at your house to pick you up. It was summer, and he wanted to go swimming with his girlfriend.

He knocked on the door, aching at the thought of you in a bathing suit.

When you opened the door, you were in a two-piece. Just not the one Nicho was expecting.

"Y/N, what the hell are you wearing right now?" His voice was as soft as ever. You kissed his bottom lip, not reaching high enough to kiss him.

Nicholas bit his lip as he looked over your outfit. You had a long-sleeved bathing shirt with shorts. He looked at your tiny crocs and smiled. "You sure you wanna wear this?"

You laughed, "Most guys would want me to wear more. You want me to wear less?"

Nicholas raised his eyebrow, "I'm not like most guys."

You rolled your eyes, ready to grab your bag of sunscreen, towels, and a change of clothes.

Nicholas was staring at you. You were trying to walk out of the house, but Nicholas blocked the door.

"What happened to my girlfriend? My girlfriend would have on a string as underwear and a top that barely covered her nipples."

You muttered, "It's embarrassing." Nicholas dropped the joking tone. He melted as he walked closer. His tone going softer and babyish, "What's wrong?"

You said, "I don't really wanna talk about it." You looked away. Nicholas cupped your cheek and turned you back to him. "Babe, I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."

Your eyes avoided his, "Well, I've been gaining weight, and I don't feel secure with my body."

Nicholas froze. He took a step back to look you over, "What weight? Is the weight in the room with us?"

You laughed, "Babe! I'm serious. I look so ugly in my bikinis."

Nicholas grabbed your hand. He pulled you into your messy bedroom. He saw the amount of bikinis on the floor and bed and said, "Try them all on, and I'll let you know if you look bad."

You shook your head, "My stomach is-" Nicho cut you off, "Aht, try on your bikinis."

You bit your lip as you turned around. Nicho slapped your ass and watched it jiggle.

"All that fat going to that ass if anything." You laughed, "Nicholas!"

You took your shorts off in front of him. Nicholas has watched you change, seen you naked, licked parts of your body not even exes have.

You rolled the bikini on. You pulled off your shirt and threw on the matching top. Nicho leaned back, looking you over. You could see the boner in his pants.

"Come closer." You walked closer and moaned, "Fuck. Yeah, get on the bed." You said, "What?! The pool party." He laughed, "We're not going to that shit. I just wanted to see you in the bikini."

He pulled you on his lap and kissed you so softly. Your heart melted down your stomach and boiled to your core. Nicho's hands traveled to your ass and grabbed.

You hummed in his mouth. The heat between you grew hotter. Nicho pulled away and kissed your neck. Your hands cupped the back of his head as your own dove back.

His tongue felt so good, licking across your jugular. You finally moaned when he licked over your soft spot. He's made so many love bites and hickeys there.

You loved the way he obsessed over you.

Nicho finally said, "I don't care how big or small you get. You're still Y/N. You can let go of yourself around me."

He pulled away and looked at you, "You're always racing to the shower after sex or doing your makeup when we go anywhere. You're always putting on crazy outfits and putting yourself together. You don't have to do that."

You hugged him, "I don't want you to fall out of love or lose myself." Nicholas went silent for a little.

He pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. "I can't believe you think I'm capable of falling out of love with you."

You felt his hips jerk into you. His boner was rock solid. Your hands went to his shoulder, keeping your body stable. You knew he got you.

"Nicho." He said, "C'mon. Take them off." You bit your lip as you pulled Nicho's pants off. "You're so gorgeous." Your breath hitched when you saw how hard he was.

All of this was because of you. You made Nicho feel like that. Nicho groaned, "You see what you do to me? Fuck, baby."

You looked into his eyes and went silent. Nicho cupped your face and asked, "What's wrong?" His eyes were full of worry. "Nothing, baby. Just... I didn't know I made you feel like this."

He smiled, "Don't I tell you?"

He pulled you back on his lap and kissed your neck. His thumb found its way to your bud as he rubbed circles over it. There was nothing but heat and closeness.

His hand was in between you, the only thing keeping you separate.

You lifted your body and grabbed for his dick. He groaned at the squeeze. You angled him to your hole and sat on it.

He pushed through your walls, stretching you how you like it.

His dick reached your hilt, but you couldn't sit all the way down. He was too long.

Nicho kissed you, "Easy. It's okay." You breathed out in pleasure but nervousness.

Nicho guided your hips as you drove across his dick. He whispered, "Fuck, just like that." Your hands stayed at his shoulders so you wouldn't go too far down.

Nicholas thrust into you, digging deeper, "You got this. It's okay."

You dug your head into his shoulder as you rode him. His dick touched places you can't reach on your own. Your grip got tighter. You started biting his shoulder as Nicho kissed yours.

"So fucking pretty like this."

You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter. It wasn't long before you shook. You're moans getting higher pitched.

Nicho knew what he was doing to you, "C'mon gorgeous."

You clenched around him and came. Right then and there.

Your thighs were burning. Nicho helped you ride out your orgasm. You two fell backward. Nicho kissed your head after brushing your braids to the side.

"Don't ever say you feel ugly. Don't talk about my girlfriend like that."

You laughed and slapped his chest.

"I'll talk about your girlfriend however I want."

You two were shopping together. You wanted to try on this new dress you've been eyeing online forever. Eujoo didn't even want to come with you. But you really needed a second opinion, and he was your best friend.

Also your boyfriend

But your best friend nonetheless.

You looked at everyone coming out to show their friends and boyfriends.

You jumped into the changing room and looked at the dress.

Silence. Ej only heard silence from you.

He said, "Babe? You okay?"

You didn't respond right away, taking in how the dress looked on you.

The dress looked horrible.

You gained weight. It wasn't hugging your hips like you thought. Your arm fat was hanging, and your stomach was poking out a little.

Ej asked, "Is it that good? I wanna see."

You yelled, "Wait! No! It doesn't-"

Ej opened the door before you could tell him not to. He looked you up and down and said, "The dress is pretty. You should get it."

He kissed your forehead without a second thought.

He was already walking out, and you grabbed for his sleeve. He stopped and turned to look at you.

"What?"

You asked, "Don't you think it doesn't fit right?"

You moved your hands over your body, showing your point frustratingly.

Eujoo said, "No, it looks perfect on you. You've been gaining weight, so you're filling in."

Your breath hitched at how casually he said it. Like that wasn't the biggest insecurity you were dealing with at the moment.

You said, "You noticed?"

Ej smiled, "Of course, I've noticed. I look at your body every day."

You brushed your hand over your face, "But doesn't it look bad?"

Ej closed the door. His eyes were blown out as he pressed you against the wall. "Why would it look bad, Y/N?"

His hands were grabbed at the fat on your waist. It made you feel so insecure, but Ej was loving it.

You said, "It looks bad. I've got fat in places they don't belong, and I don't feel good." Ej said, "That's a you thing. I don't see what you mean at all."

He kissed your neck, sucking at your weak spot. Your core was burning.

"You said I've been gaining weight." Ej looked at you, "It looks good on you. There's more of you to grab."

You repeated, "Grab?" Ej looked at the dress on you. He paused and then looked back up at you. "Alright, let's buy this dress and go home."

He didn't leave the dressing room. He carefully watched you get out of the dress. You push it down your body, changing into your own clothes.

You two walked to the register, and Ej paid.

When you got home, he was all over you. Touching, grabbing, kissing, biting.

You had to have at least thirteen marks on your body by now. "Ej."

He kept breathing heavily as he looked up at you, "What?" Your arms went around his neck, and you looked to the side.

"I don't feel pretty right now."

Ej lifted the dress he forced you to put back on. His fingers slid into your panties, and he fucked you. God, it felt so good.

His fingers were curling in all the right places. His thumb rubbed over your bud as he continued to kiss you.

You moaned in his mouth as his hot lips traced over yours. His tongue pressed flat against yours. You pulled him impossibly closer.

Ej wasted no time taking your panties off completely. "I'm hard."

He looked at your glistening pussy and then back into your eyes. "You know you're beautiful, right?"

You didn't know how to answer, but luckily, Ej was still talking.

"Because if you don't, you're gonna find out today."

He grabbed your big thighs closer. He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers. His dick slapped against his stomach as he rubbed it calmly. "Fuck. You're gonna feel so good."

You braced yourself as Ej pushed into you.

At first, it hurt. As usual, it hurt because of how rushed Ej is. He likes to get straight to the point, leaving foreplay for intimacy.

Right now, he had a point to prove.

He didn't move until your body relaxed. His hand is wrapped around your neck, not squeezing. He just wanted to look at you.

You were so pretty. Your cheeks have gotten chubbier, too. Now, you were especially adorable.

His first thrust broke sound barriers. It was so hard and rough. Your moan was full of shock. The kind of shaky moans you only hear in hentai.

Ej fucked into you again, this time putting his entire cock in.

It hit against your G-spot like a crash.

Your nails dug into his forearm. He let go of your neck, moving closer to you. He fucked into your hole with a steady rhythm now.

His arms were on either side of you as he grunted into your ear. "So... fucking, mm, tight."

Your hands went to his shoulder blades, smoothing over his skin before digging into it.

The pressure of his cock digging in and out. You could feel every part of your body moving around just for him to fit inside of you.

You whined, "Ouah~ hah- it... feels good." He kissed your neck. A huff of hot hair coming from his mouth, "Yeah? You wanna cum for me? Make you feel good."

You nodded as Ej went faster. He knew what he had to do to make you feel good. You bit your lip, now in a haze. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

Ej went harder, and sounds of skin slamming echoed through the room.

You gasped as you felt yourself about to cum. "I'm so close! Oh!"

This feeling of cold and then hot rushed over your body. Your entire body shook as the orgasm rushed to your core. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you huffed. Ej pulled out without a second thought.

He kissed your lips and said, "Don't talk bad about yourself. You're gorgeous the way you are."

Jo was the quiet type. He isn't going to say anything until he has to. Jo was also very introspective. He liked to think before he spoke.

With you, he'd always say what's on his mind. You were his person, his safe place.

It was the same for you. You felt like you could tell Jo anything. So when he was sitting on your couch, watching a video on his phone, you blurted, "Do you think I'm getting fat?"

Jo's head slowly lifted from his phone. His breathing stopped as he looked you in the eyes. There was a level of confusion and worry in his eyes.

"H-huh?"

You repeated, "Do you think I'm getting fat. I mean, look." You pulled at the fat on your thighs. It was like the webs between frog feet. So stretchy and fatty.

Jo said, "No. I wouldn't use the word." You said, "So you think I'm getting big?"

Jo said, "What's the problem with that?" You paused while looking at your boyfriend. "It's not attractive on me. Other girls make plump thighs and bellies so pretty, but not on me. I look like a slob! I should go to the gym, right?"

Jo sighed. He sat up and rubbed his fingers through his hair. "You look perfect." You sighed, "I don't think so."

Jo stood up abruptly. He hugged you tightly, "Not true." You sighed, "I think I am."

Jo pulled away. His eyes flickered to your lips, then back to your face. "Y/N, I really like how you look now." You smiled, "Really?"

He nodded. You couldn't help but smile as you leaned into his face. You just wanted to kiss him. Jo's hand cupped your cheek as he pressed a kiss into your hot mouth.

You licked his bottom lip, and Jo parted his lips. It was quiet, heated, and intimate.

Your sex life with Jo was always like this. Quiet.

Jo pushed you into your bedroom. You got on the bed as he crawled over you. "You look beautiful. Don't be mean to yourself."

His smile was genuine and full of love and affection.

His hands traced your developing curves as he kissed your cheek. "It's so much more of you to love." Jo was careful with where he touched you. He didn't want to turn you on in case you didn't want to have sex tonight.

But from the way you grabbed him, he got the hint.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you whispered, "I need you."

Jo was quick to discard your clothes. He slid his long dick past your folds.

Pure and gentle.

That's how it felt. Jo lets you adjust before going at a slow pace. Your hands were grabbing at him, his muscular back, skinny arms, pretty face, messy hair.

He was sweating. His plump lips were in a frown of focus.

The mole danced on his face as his rhythm got rough. He was panting, grunting.

He looked you directly in the eyes and said, "I'm gonna cum."

Your pussy clenched, and Jo groaned. He let his head fall to the nook of your shoulder. He was so close. You were turned on by the effect you had on him.

He wouldn't stop touching you. You started to shake as you admitted, "I'm about to cum!"

Jo's pace was slow but heavy. The sound of skin against another echoed through the room. You cried out when you reached your climax in his arms.

"Fuck!"

Your muscles tensed. Your toes curled. Your grip on Jo's shoulder got tighter. Jo hissed slightly from how tight you were digging.

You pulled away once the orgasm went down. Jo kissed you on the nose as he cuddled you closer to his body. "I love you, no matter what."

You smiled and kissed him harder, "I love you no matter what."

Yuma

You and Yuma were playing fighting. It's what you two do when you provoke him.

It starts with teasing, and then you hit him, and then he holds you and attacks.

You were too busy giggling until Yuma started to grab you by your thighs and drag you toward the end of the bed.

"You're weak! You can't lift two pounds!" You shouted as Yuma laughed. He said, "Oh yeah!"

He grabbed you, and he couldn't pick you up. At first, you froze, then you looked at his struggling face.

Then, the surge of embarrassment sunk into your stomach. Tears welled up, and Yuma stopped.

"W-why?!" You wiped your tears and said, "I'm too heavy!"

Yuma shook his head, "No! You're not heavy, baby! See!" He picked you up like nothing. You bit your lip and hugged him. "I started gaining weight, and that made me feel like shit!"

Yuma cupped your face while holding you with one arm. "Babe, I was only kidding."

You shook your head, "I know. But still!" Yuma kissed you sweetly. "I'll make it up to you. I didn't wanna make you cry." You frowned, "Well, you did."

Yuma kissed you again, "Alright, can we go to your room?"

You nodded innocently. Yuma carried you to your bedroom and kissed your neck slowly. He felt so good.

His tongue swirled over your collarbone before biting down. You whimpered softly. "You like that?" You nodded. Yuma's hand traveled all over your body.

You were sliding off your shorts and underwear in a second. Yuma was sucking against your clit. "So sweet."

You broke apart from his mouth. He entered you, stretching you wider than usual.

"Fuck Yuma!" Your head dove back, and your back arched with pleasure. Yuma always takes such good care of you.

He kissed your cheek before digging into you again, this time deeper. Your breath hitched with pleasure.

Yuma grunted, "That feels good?" You hummed. Your voice shaking while you squeezed your eyes shut.

You gripped his shoulder as you confessed, "Keep talking. It's getting me close!"

Yuma laughed, "Yeah? Do you like it when I talk you through it? So nasty."

He sucked on your neck before asking, "Fuck, your so tight, baby."

His dick hammered into your G-spot, making you gasp. Your body was shaking against his sturdy one as he said, "Keep clenching like that, and I'll cum."

You shook your head as he kept fucking you. His pace was faster than he's ever gone. Your body rocked to his rhythm. You went silent for a moment as Yuma looked you in the eyes. You got lost with pleasure and love.

His face was so focused on fucking you as his hips dug into you quickly. Your grip got tighter on his forearm as you confessed, "I'm gonna cum!"

Yuma sucked on your chest and bit all over your shoulder as he fucked you faster. Your body shook as you spilled slick all over his hot cock.

He slipped out as both of your creams spilled out of you. Yuma laid on top of you and kissed your neck. "You're so beautiful. All your curves and rolls. Don't think I don't love it."

You hugged him back, arms wrapping around his neck. Your legs wrapped around his waist, resting on the mound of his bare ass.

"I won't."

Harua

Another shopping expedition. This time, you didn't let Harua in. He was sitting outside the dressing room, waiting for you to come out.

"What's going on in there?" You nervously laughed, "Uhm, I don't like how they fit."

Harua jiggled on the door handle, "Lemme see." You looked at the lock, debating.

You unlocked the door, and Harua came in. He was so cute and tall compared to you. His gray hoodie hid the dyed red hair. His roots were black. He looked at you, eyes going up and down.

His smile grew wide, "This looks good on you. Are you blind?"

His eyes were adorable, but his tone was stoic. "Baby, don't you think my thighs are too big? They are the size of two heads smacking together. I need to lose weight."

Harua stepped closer, his tone still just as stoic, "What's wrong with your thighs being big? More to suffocate me with."

You gasped, covering his mouth. "PEOPLE COULD HEAR YOU!!"

You whispered and shouted, "SHUT UP RU!" He smiled, kissing your hand, "I'll pay for these. Let's go."

He locked your fingers between his and drove the two of you home.

Harua got out of the car, ripped you out of your seat, and dragged you to your apartment.

"Harua! Let me go!" He rolled his eyes, "Always dramatic!"

He closed your room door so your barking dog wouldn't come in. You heard Coco whimpering and scratching at the door, so Haura let him in with a huff.

Coco sat on your lap. Harua quirked his eyebrow and looked at your dog, "Yeah? I'm being replaced by a dog?" You laughed, "What's your deal?"

Harua said, "I want you to go put on your prettiest lingerie set and wear the crop top and shorts you always do when you're spring cleaning."

You smiled, "How'd you know I always wear that?"

Haura smiled, "Because I know you."

Coco jumped from your lap when you started getting up. You said, "Fine, but I'm showering first."

Harua shrugged, "I'll join."

He did. He followed right into the shower. He stood behind you, body close to your already hot and wet body.

He whispered in your ear, "Why are you getting insecure about your body? It's cute."

You shook your head, "Ru, I think it's ugly. My thighs are getting fat, my stomach is saggy, and I have wobbly arms now... I hate myself."

Harua wrapped his arms around your waist and hummed, "Yeah? Don't I tell you how beautiful you look every day?"

You turned around and groaned. You said, "Yeah, but you always have that devious look in your eyes like you're being condescending."

Harua let his head rest on your chin. "Yeah? You serious?"

You nodded, "I don't even feel comfortable with you looking at me in the shower right now."

Harua kissed you. He pulled away to ensure you liked it. When he was sure, he leaned back in.

The water crashed over both of your faces. Harua's hair was soaking wet while you wore your shower cap.

Harua's hands traveled from your waist to your leg. He pushed you against the wall and lifted your leg by the thigh.

"You seriously think you look that bad?"

You nodded in agony.

Harua walked closer, letting his dick invite himself to your folds.

His tip pushed into your hole, and you relaxed a little. Something about sex with Harua made you feel safe.

You've always liked it rushed and dangerous, but Harua always slowed you down.

He pushed into you slowly. Your grip on his shoulder tightened as you bit your lip to quiet your moans.

Harua whispered, "I like how much bigger you're getting. It looks good on you."

Your breaths came out shaky. "Please, don't torture me."

Harua laughed. He pulled almost all the way out and thrust in at the same slow speed. You felt his tip hit your spot, and you shook. "Lemme hear you," Harua said.

He sunk deeper and firmer. His speed stays the same.

His thumb went to your bud as he rubbed circles at the same speed as his thrust. You moaned. Harua said, "Alright, angel. I won't torture you."

Harua dug into your hole a little faster. Your back arched. You were chest to chest. Harua pressed a kiss on your lips. You let your tongue enter his mouth. The water hit your chest. Harua pulled away, his breathing heavy.

He was about to cum, and so were you.

As soon as he pulled away, you bit back another moan.

Harua said, "Nobody's gonna hear you."

You shook your head, "Please! I need to cum! Faster!"

Harua said, "Only a little more."

He sped up a little, thrust going deeper.

Your G-spot moved back some, causing you to whimper. "F-fuck! Baby, I can't take it anymore!"

Haura went harder, and you shook, "I'm cumming!"

Your hole clenched around his dick as Harua's breath hitched. Harua grunted, "Ah! fuck!"

He pulled out before he could cum into you. "Baby, you're so beautiful." He cupped your cheek and kissed you again. Your eyes were already closed, but you knew his lips better than anyone.

He pulled away, and you two stared at each other.

..." So, are we done showering or...?"

Harua smiled, "No, you're gonna put on that lingerie, pretty outfit, and we're gonna go another round."

You sighed in fake annoyance. Harua knew you could never get enough of him and his dick.

Ta-ki

"Here are your entrees." You smiled at the salad, and Ta-ki asked, "Y/N? Why'd you order that dumb salad? Where's your usual steak dinner? I told you to get whatever you want, no matter how much it costs. I just finished the tour! I'm rich!"

You raised your hands up, "Ta-ki, calm down." He stopped talking, eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

You said, "It's just a diet to help with the fat." Ta-ki looked you up and down, "Where? Are you smoking?" You laughed, "I love the jokes, but I'm serious! I have gained a lot of weight, and it's looking horrible."

Ta-ki nodded away as he looked at you. It was like a kid pretending to listen. "What are you talking about? You look like a princess."

You sighed, realizing you wouldn't get through to your boyfriend. Ta-ki basically force-fed you. You didn't want his filet steak. He hated this new 'diet'.

When you got home, Ta-ki helped you out of your jacket and slid to the couch. He fell down with an oof and said, "Y/N~ Come on the couch with me."

You took a deep breath and sat on the couch. Ta-ki snatched you up and kissed you attackingly. "AH! Stop!"

Ta-ki's fingers slid to your sides as he started tickling you. You started smacking his arms and trying to get out of his tight grasp. Ta-ki is just too strong.

You yelled, "Baby! STOP!"

He let go, laughing at you. You rolled your eyes, still out of breath. "You attacked me!" Ta-ki smiled, "Yeah, you deserved it. Why are you having delusions about your body."

You pouted. Ta-ki's dimples were deep as he looked at you. Ta-ki kissed your forehead as you cupped his cheeks. "I don't know. Imagine what I'll be like when I'm pregnant."

Ta-ki kissed you, "I can't wait for that day. How would you tell me?"

You thought, "I'd throw the pregnancy test at you."

He laughed and kissed you again, "Babe?"

You nodded. Ta-ki continued, "Can I show you how beautiful you are?"

Ta-ki sat up, and you were climbing on his lap. His kisses were soft and intimate. His tongue traced over your bottom lip, and you parted them.

His hands were firm on your waist, kneading at the fat there. You whined in his mouth, and he pulled away to look at you.

"I know, baby. I promise you're beautiful." You bit your lip as Ta-ki leaned back in. His eyes were low from heat.

He kissed your neck as one hand crawled to your breast. He squeezed them, and you moaned. Ta-ki muttered, "So sensitive today."

He kissed your chest before sliding your shirt up. Your hands were resting on his hard thighs.

Ta-ki wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer. His mouth was hot as he bit at your bra. He slid it off with his teeth as he licked over your sensitive nipples.

"mm~"

His mouth popped over your breast as your head dove back. You couldn't help the way your hips moved against him. He was so perfect with his mouth.

He smiled against your boob. He pulled away and said, "Wanna go to your room?"

You nodded frantically, jumping off his lap and racing him to your room.

Ta-ki's fingers pulled the straps from your shoulder as he replaced them with kisses. You sighed, feeling the heat travel to your core. Ta-ki whispered, "Are you ready?"

You nodded. You both slid your pants down. Ta-ki's hands traveled over your body, taking it in. "Wow, you're so pretty."

He kissed your collarbone. He grabbed his shaft and angled himself inside of you. You took a deep breath as you prepared for the stretch.

Ta-ki and you didn't start having sex until last month. You've been together forever, but it was a slow step because you two were so young.

You bit your lip as you felt him slip past your folds. Ta-ki groaned as he tried to get through your hole. "Shit... you're so tight, baby."

He let his head fall to your shoulder as he panted. He bottomed out and stayed still. He whispered in your ear, breath warm, "Whenever, let me know."

You nodded, fingers still clawing on his back.

Ta-ki kissed your cheek and said, "I can't believe you think you're ugly. There is so much to grab and suck... god. So much more to love about you."

You shook as you felt him move. He was only shifting his position. You clenched, and Ta-ki's breath hitched. "I'm losing it over here."

You slapped his big chest and said, "Start moving!"

He laughed and pulled out. He was slow as he thrust back into you.

Your fingers laced with his as he kissed you hungrily. Your tongues in each other's mouth, swirling spit and love.

You moaned in his mouth when he hit your hilt. Ta-ki smiled. He fucked into you, not pulling out, just humping into your spot.

You were a whimpering mess. You couldn't handle it. Your grip loosened in Ta-ki's hand as you clenched around him again.

You said, "Ta-ki... I'm gonna cum. I c-can't."

Ta-ki started slamming into you, face now only focusing on your boobs rocking to his rhythm. Your body shook as your back arched. Your moans got louder as Ta-ki hit your spot again.

The force was too much, and you were cumming uncontrollably.

Foreign liquid shot from your hole as you cried moans.

Ta-ki let you ride through it as he watched you squirt all over him and yourself. Ta-ki said, "You squirted."

You covered your face, "I know! It's even more embarrassing."

Ta-ki grabbed your wrist and said, "That was the hottest thing you've ever done. Stop making stuff up."

He pulled your hands away and gave you a kiss on the lips.

Ma-ki

Ma-ki was finally home after all his time in Korea. It was so lonely at your apartment without him there every day.

You two had fallen asleep together while watching old TV shows.

You woke up from Ma-ki. He jerked awake and was looking around. You turned to cup his face. "What happened?" He tiredly looked at you and grabbed you, "Nothing, let's go to sleep."

You nodded and closed your eyes. Ma-ki's hair was tickling your face, making you uncomfortable. You turned around, ass perfectly fitting into his crotch.

Ma-ki usually held your hips or waist. Sometimes he'd feel up your boobs. But today, his hand landed right on your stomach.

You tensed, and Ma-ki noticed. You push his hand away, and Ma-ki lifts his head, "What's the matter?"

You said, "Nothing!"

Ma-ki shook his head, "Something is wrong. You never push me away like that." You pouted, "It's embarrassing."

Ma-ki said, "More embarrassing than when you threw up at the gym?" You yelled, "SHUT UP!"

He laughed. His hand squeezes your thigh. He was so warm.

You mumbled, "I'm getting fat."

Ma-ki said, "Excuse me?"

You roared, "I'm getting fat! Why do you think I've been so hellbent on you taking me to the gym with you?"

Ma-ki said, "Because you wanted to spend more time with me?!"

You turned around, "No! I'm fat! Look at this!"

You pulled at the fat on your stomach. Your face was in a frown.

Ma-ki said, "But I like how you look." You said, "I don't feel happy like this." Ma-ki cupped your face and kissed you. It was slow and deliberate.

His bottom lip dragged across yours, slowly parting them. The clicks of your lips echoed through the room.

His tongue slipped in, and Ma-ki slowly rolled over. He had both your wrists in one hand. He kissed down your neck, chest, and stomach.

"Stop talking about yourself like that, beautiful."

He slid your pants off and dug a finger in. You sighed with relief. His hot mouth covers your clit.

"Mm, so sweet."

His voice vibrated to your core. You moaned. He had already let go of your hands, so now you were massaging his scalp as he fucked you with his tongue.

Your breaths were shaky. Ma-ki slid his first finger into your hole, and you let your head dive back. Ma-ki hummed into your core. He made you feel so good like this.

Your eyes lulled closed as you felt yourself about to cum. "Baby, I'm gonna cum."

Ma-ki sped up, sucking harder on your clit.

"Fuck! Ki!"

You shook from pleasure. Ma-ki towered over you. Oh, he was ready to be inside of you. He didn't care that you were recovering from your orgasm. He wanted you overstimulated.

"You can take it."

You moaned when he pushed through your walls. Now, you were more vocal. Your pussy fluttered around him as you realized you were about to cum. Ma-ki fucked you harder, knowing you were close.

Your moans were getting higher pitched. "Ma-ki! Please!"

Your body shook as you started cumming around his huge cock. He pulled out his heavy cock. Your breath was heavy. Ma-ki rubbed slow circles over your clit and watched you twitch.

You took a deep breath, and Ma-ki kissed your cheek. "You're so beautiful. Don't ever try to hide from me."

You nodded as you spooned again, this time naked.

if it's not in age order i'm sorry LMFAO

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