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⏾⋆.˚ Jo is deeply shy about affection, but that doesn’t stop him from craving it. He won’t initiate kisses often due to his timid nature. He lacks the nerve to interrupt your space with it, but he’ll linger just close enough for you to notice and patiently wait for you to commence something. You’ll be sitting next to each other talking about nothing in particular when you look up and find him already looking at your lips, gaze flicking away a second too late. He doesn’t pull back, but he doesn’t lean in either. He just stays there, breath shallow, cheeks faintly pink. The realization of his quiet pleading makes your chest warm. His eyes widen just slightly when you lean in, waiting for you to close the distance completely. When you kiss him, it’s gentle and unhurried. Jo quickly melts into the kiss, hands lifting uncertainly before settling at your sides. He exhales softly through his nose, relief and happiness mixing together in a way that’s almost embarrassing for him. His ears burn red whenever you tease him for obediently waiting.

⏾⋆.˚ Jo loves following your instructions to the letter, whether you’re giving playful commands or simple directions. If you tell him to move a heavy box, hold your hand, or wear something specific, he moves with a mixture of hesitation and eagerness, checking in with his gaze constantly to make sure he’s doing it right. His tall frame bends and adjusts to your whims, and he sometimes stumbles physically or emotionally, but his patience keeps him going. Even when you laugh at his flustered reactions or slightly exaggerate your cheeky commands, just to see how far he’ll go, he continues trying with quiet devotion, proving just how whipped and committed he is to making you happy.

⏾⋆.˚ Jo doesn’t mind when you test him a little. In fact, he finds it endearing. If you whine, complain, or drag your feet on purpose, he’ll let you get all your pouting out of your system before calmly saying, “Alright… come on,” and holding out his hand. He won’t argue or give in just to stop the teasing. He waits you out, knowing you’ll follow.

⏾⋆.˚ He loses all coordination whenever you initiate first, which is almost all of the time. When you slip your fingers into his hair near the back of his neck, his whole posture shifts. Gently tug him and he’ll makes a soft, involuntary sound and leans closer without even thinking. He whispers, “Please… do that again,” voice cracking with need he’s shy to admit.

⏾⋆.˚ He is so whiney when you suck him off. He melts almost instantly, his tall frame stiff at first before slackening into a shiver-filled mess as he sinks into the cushion. He’s trying to stay composed, but every movement you make has him gasping, biting his lip, and whimpering softly without realizing it. His hands twitch around your face he’s cradling, fumbling slightly as he hesitates whether to grip you or just hold still. He can barely speak, and the words that do come out are broken, quiet moans or soft, whining fragments: “Ah… oh… don’t stop…” His eyes are half-lidded, glossy, blinking rapidly, flushed, and desperate, watching you with awe and need.

⏾⋆.˚ Jo prefers when you take him all the way. A ragged moan tears from his throat as warmth floods your mouth. For a split second, Jo forgets how to breathe entirely. It's pure instinct, his hips jerk forward as he chokes out an apology, hands flying up to cover his own burning cheeks in shame while his cock twitches against your lips. His entire body locks up after, trembling with mortification and lingering pleasure. "I-I didn't mean t-to..."

⏾⋆.˚ Jo gets vocal a in soft, breathy, desperate way. Jo lets out these broken little noises right against your ear. Gasps when you tighten around him. A trembling groan when you drag your nails down his back. Barely-there whimpers when you whisper his name. He tries to muffle the sounds by kissing your neck, but you can still feel each shaky breath against your skin. He keeps thrusting, deeper, needier, until he’s on the edge and shaking with the effort not to let go before you do.

⏾⋆.˚He can get messy without meaning to. He may want to mark you in a way that feels intimate by pulling out and watching his release streak across your chest because he thinks you’ll look sexy with his cum smeared on your tits. His hands are already sliding up to cradle your breasts when the first hot spurt hits your collarbone. Jo’s hips stutter wildly and a choked gasp escapes him when thick streaks land hot across your cheekbones instead, his entire body freezing in mortified disbelief. He stares at you for one horrifyingly silent second before scrambling to grab a towel. "Fuck—I'm so sorry," He rasps, frantically dabbing at your face with shaky hands. "I swear I didn't mean to—" All you can do is softly laugh at his clumsiness while reassuring him that it’s okay.

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The bathroom is warm and humid with steam by the time Nicholas turns the faucet down, testing the water with his wrist. Steam begins to curl toward the ceiling and lightly fog up the mirror as the tub fills. He adjusts the temperature to make it warmer while carefully eyeing your sleepy figure submerged in the tub with your knees brought up to your chest.

Your hair is twisted into a loose bun at the back of your head, a few strands already escaping. Nicholas fondly smiles at the sight before crouching in beside of you. He dips a cup into the bath and pours the hot water slowly over your shoulders, watching you visibly relax and your shoulders lowering as the warmth settles in.

"Your hair," He murmurs with his arm already reaching out. His large hands are gentle as he gathers the damp strands away from the water, tucking them securely back into your bun before pressing a kiss to your temple. The act is so domestic it makes something warm flutter in your chest.

His fingers trail down to massage your sore shoulders under the water in a careful and reverent manner which elicits a soft, contented noise from you at the feel of Nicholas’ hands kneading your shoulders, melting away the last lingering aches. Your lashes flutter sleepily as you tilt your head to rest against his forearm.

Nicholas stills for a moment when you lean into him. Then he adjusts, sliding closer so his forearm is a steadier place to rest, his other hand continuing its slow work beneath the water. The water laps softly against the porcelain as he moves, scooping and pouring more warmth over your shoulders whenever it begins to cool. Each motion is unhurried. There’s no sense of getting through this, no end point he’s rushing toward.

“You can stay like this for a bit,” he says quietly. “I’m not moving.”

The bathroom is quiet except for the faint slosh of water and the distant hum of the house settling. Steam beads along the mirror, blurring the halcyon scene in this small, enclosed space. Nicholas scoops another cup of water and pours it carefully over your back, mindful of your hair, mindful of everything.

Eventually, the water has cooled just enough and your body has gone pleasantly heavy with it. Nicholas silently admires your delicate state and how beautiful you look to him like this. He shakes his head fondly before reaching for a towel nearby. You feel his large hands gently run up and down your arm in a soothing manner before he softly taps your arm, letting you know it's time to get out.

Nicholas helps you uncurl from your position and stand carefully, his hands steadying your waist as you step out of the tub, water droplets cascading down your flushed skin. He wraps the soft towel around you immediately, bundling you up like some precious treasure.

He keeps a steady hand at your back as he guides you out of the bathroom, the warmth of the tub slowly giving way to cooler air. Throughout the short walk back to the bedroom, he’s blotting excess water from your arms and shoulders with quiet thoroughness, making sure you’re not chilled.

Upon entering, Nicholas guides you to the bed and sits you down on the mattress before carefully drying you once more. He reaches next to you for the pajamas he set aside before your bath and holds the fabric open, waits when you fumble a little, steadies you when you sway. It’s all done with the same calm patience he’s had all evening.

As soon as you're properly dressed, Nicholas tugs your hair free from its bun, combing through the damp strands with slow, steady movements. It should feel like such a routine thing. Something he's done dozens of times before. But there's something so intimate about watching him sit beside you on your bed like this, taking care of you in small ways that you never expect.

His expression softens when you look at him with those sleepy eyes, exhaustion practically radiating from them.

"Lie down," He whispers softly, gesturing towards the pile of pillows. Nicholas pulls the covers back and waits until you’re settled before climbing in after you.

You turn onto your side almost immediately, drawn toward him without thinking. He adjusts easily, one arm coming around your waist, the other resting where he can feel your breathing steady. His thumb moves in slow, absent strokes against your side.

"Thank you, Nico." You softly mumble as you curl closer into him.

Your body finally lets go of the last bit of tension it’s been holding onto. The day feels distant now, dulled and manageable in the quiet of the room.

Nicholas waits until your breathing evens out completely, until he’s certain you’re lost to dreams. Only then does he press his lips against the crown of your head in a lingering kiss, arms tightening around you just enough to feel the warmth of you against him.

The moonlight spills over both of you as sleep pulls him under quickly too. No matter how long the day has been, no matter how tired you feel, you’ll never have to carry it alone. Nicholas stays exactly where he is, content and watchful, the kind of presence that would never fade with him.

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⏾⋆.˚ Maki invites you out on a date in the most Maki way possible: straightforward, confident, but way too prepared. He sends you a neat little text the night before with vague details that just lets you know that he will be picking you up tomorrow for dinner. He forms it so casually that you don’t suspect anything. He always plans efficiently, he always wants things to go smoothly, so this feels no different.

⏾⋆.˚ He pretends he’s totally composed, but his tells are obvious to you. He keeps adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, keeps giving these little exhale-laughs that sound way too nervous for someone as confident as him. And every time your arm brushes his, he jolts like he forgot he’s hiding something in the inside pocket of his jacket.

⏾⋆.˚ After dinner, he brings you to a quiet botanical garden he secretly scouted it in advance, choosing a spot where the light hits just right in the evening. A spot he decided was the perfect spot because the privacy is guaranteed, and he knows you’ll look incredibly lovely in the greenery.

⏾⋆.˚ Maki’s speech is structured… until emotion derails him. He starts strong, clear, organized, like he practiced in front of the mirror. Why he loves you. What you mean to him. How you anchor him more than he ever expected. But the more he talks, the more his voice softens. The confident tone melts. His brows pinch, he huffs out a small, nervous laugh, and the last part of what he says comes out more like a whisper than a speech.

⏾⋆.˚ The manner of how he kneels is so smooth and natural with such deliberate certainty and ho hesitation. Just a steady drop to one knee, his expression open, vulnerable, hopeful. But the moment he looks up at you, his cheeks warm, and his eyes shine in a way that’s so boyishly earnest and with such puppy-like devotion.

⏾⋆.˚ When you say yes, whatever composure he has completely collapses. He lets out a shaky laugh, head dropping for a moment like the relief hits him full force. Then he stands and pulls you into his arms so firmly that your feet lift off the ground. He tucks his face into your shoulder, breathing you in, holding the back of your head in a protective, grounding manner that says more than any words could. And for a long moment, he just stays there, quietly overwhelmed.

⏾⋆.˚ Afterwards, he’s very clingy. He keeps your hand wrapped in his, thumb brushing the new ring with gentle pride as he swings your joined hands lightly. He leans close when you talk, letting his arm rest around your waist as your body naturally fits against his.

⏾⋆.˚ Every now and then, he presses a kiss to your cheeks or on the top of your head. “I’m gonna take care of you. Of us."

⏾⋆.˚ Maki is casually affectionate in a way that feels naturally fast. Hands on your waist as he passes, stealing your seat and pulling you onto his lap, talking about his schedule while weaving your presence into them. He’s attentive without hovering, playful without trying too hard, always nearby; leaning over your shoulder, commenting on what you’re doing, reaching out just to feel your touch.

⏾⋆.˚ Maki has this habit of standing in front of you with his eyes narrowing like he’s assessing you before he raises his fists and throws slow, exaggerated punches into the air around you. You don’t even flinch, you watch him sidestep and shadowbox with absolute seriousness while repressing a smile.

⏾⋆.˚ He is constantly touching you in small, unconscious ways; a hand resting on your knee, fingers absentmindedly twirling your hair, palm pressed briefly to your lower back as he guides you through a crowd. Maki naturally drifts closer to you, immediately crowding your space. Not to interrupt, just because that’s where he wants to be. If you tell him to give you a second because you’re preoccupied, he eases back just enough to behave, but his fingers idly tug on your sleeve to remind you that he’s still there.

⏾⋆.˚ This boy thrives off being useful to you. Carrying your things, fixing small problems, offering solutions, but he’s learned to just let you ramble and do his little commentary rather and taking your side while you retell stories from your day

⏾⋆.˚ It’s certain to say that being with Maki just feels easy. Living with Maki is louder than you expect, not chaotic, just full. He’s always doing something, fixing, organizing, just busy with his hectic schedule, then immediately getting distracted by you. There’s no mystery to how he feels. It shows up everywhere, in the way he automatically reaches for you, the way future plans already include your name, and the way his world seems to orbit a little closer around you.

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⏾⋆.˚ He gets so content when you rely on him. If you tell him to carry either your purse, your drink, your jacket, he doesn’t complain. He holds everything like it’s precious, like he’s honored you trusted him with it. If you jokingly say “Good. You’re useful now." He goes pink but can’t stop smiling. He’ll walk a bit taller, shoulders squared, clearly pleased that he’s doing something for you.

⏾⋆.˚ When you push him around playfully, a tap to his chest, a light shove to make him move where you want, he goes along with it immediately… He loves when you guide him physically. A hand to his jaw, a tug to his shirt, your fingers curling around his wrist, he’ll follow wherever you direct him, gentle and willing.

⏾⋆.˚ When he sometimes asks you to repeat said because he was distracted, you look up at him dramatically and squint, he sighs like he’s exhausted. “Oh, here we go.” But the soft smile tugging at his mouth completely betrays him. “Can you hear me from all the way up there?” You tilt your head to the side. He rolls his eyes with exaggerated patience and leans down until your noses almost touch. “Better?” he asks softly, clearly pleased with himself. When you push his forehead away, he laughs seeing that he made you flustered.

⏾⋆.˚ If you pat the couch beside you, silently asking him to sit next to you, Euijoo practically drops into the seat, trying to look casual about how quickly he responded. His shoulders relax as soon as he’s close enough to feel your presence, and his knee lightly bumps yours, an accidental touch he doesn’t pull away from. When you nudge him with your foot and tease, “You’re behaving today,” His ears turn bright red. He tries to deny it. “I’m not… behaving, I’m just sitting…" Gosh he’s so cute.

⏾⋆.˚ Euijoo never asks out loud. Instead, he presses gentle, lingering kisses to your neck or shoulder, waiting for you to notice the way he’s breathing. If you tease, “You want something?” He freezes, knowing he’s been caught. After a second he nods, cheeks flushed. “…Only if you want to,” he says, voice small. You guide his chin up with your fingers, and he instantly leans into the touch.

⏾⋆.˚ Juju gets hard embarrassingly fast when you take control. The second you lightly push him back onto the mattress, his breath catches and his thighs tense. If you climb into his lap and grind down once, slow and deliberate, he lets out a shaky, helpless noise he tries and fails to bite back. He grips the sheets, trying to be respectful, trying not to touch you without being told. When you ask, “You’re already hard?” He covers his face with one hand, nodding with a humiliated little whine.

⏾⋆.˚ Euijoo’s sooo sloppy when he goes down on you. He starts off with careful and gentle kisses, tongue slow, testing what makes you react. But once you grab his hair and guide his head and he hears your stuttered gasps, he loses all restraint. He groans against you, the sound vibrating into you, and suddenly he’s licking you with messy enthusiasm, mouth wet, tongue deep, trying to give you everything at once. When you tug his hair harder, he moans into you so loudly it surprises even him. He laps at you for hours like a dog, ignoring your pleas for him to give you a break. He looks up at you with flushed cheeks, mouth swollen and shiny, fighting for breath. “Please— let me keep going— I want to make you come.”

⏾⋆.˚ Whenever you’re the one on top of him, moving your hips up and down his length at a gentle pace, and whisper something teasing against his ear, he gives these little gasps, almost like he’s trying to hold them back and failing. "You’re so sensitive tonight." You’ll murmur against his ear. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his forehead to your shoulder, embarrassed but clearly affected. He brings his hands up your back and pulls you flush against him, thrusting up weakly like he’s begging for more contact.

⏾⋆.˚ Sometimes, he finishes too quickly when he’s too worked up, and it embarrasses him in such a sweet and flustered way. It usually happens on nights when he’s already been thinking about you for hours, his body buzzing with anticipation long before you even touch him. The moment he slips his cock into you, his breath hitches sharply, and he really tries to find a steady rhythm. But you wrap your legs around him, pull him deeper, whisper his name in that soft, breathy tone he loves, and his control crumbles almost instantly. His hips stutter, his body tenses, and he groans your name into your neck as he finishes far sooner than he meant to. His cheeks go red immediately, his breath shaky and apologetic as he presses his forehead to your shoulder. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to— you just felt so good...” But when you kiss him and tell him it’s okay, he melts, clinging to you like he’s grateful you’re not teasing him. And he always makes it up to you with his mouth, his hands, or a second round where he does his best to last longer.

⏾⋆.˚ They all naturally gravitate towards you. On a walk, Fuma hangs back speaking quietly to you about a documentary he watched, something thoughtful and mature. You listen intently, ask sharp questions, and he visibly relaxes into the conversation, appreciating how you keep up with him intellectually. Nicholas, only a bit younger and more energetic, jogs ahead, then loops back to your side. “Should we get drinks after this?” he asks. You smile. “If you’ve got the energy, sure.”

⏾⋆.˚ When Yuma is teasing the younger boys too much, you’ll lightly flick his forehead with a “Be nice.” He instantly behaves. Kei’s lips pull into this tiny, involuntary smile. Seeing you handle them with gentle authority? It gets to him more than he’d ever admit.

⏾⋆.˚ Euijoo would be stretching on the floor between run throughs, clearly exhausted with his eyes barely open. You’ll kneel beside him and gently tilt his chin up so you can check if he’s overheating. You brush his hair back, feeling for warmth on his forehead. Kei sees the way Juju naturally leans into your touch. The way you check him like he’s your responsibility, and the way Euijoo trusts you without hesitation. You look like someone’s future mother in that moment, all steady, warm, and instinctive. It makes something low in Kei’s chest tighten.

⏾⋆.˚ Jo’s sitting alone after a rather harsh day, staring at the floor. You slip beside him, take his hand, and rub slow, comforting circles with your thumb. Kei’s cleaning up nearby, but when he sees that, everything slows in his chest. Jo isn’t easy to comfort since he can beat himself up too much at times. He resists softness unless it feels safe. You could do that to a child too, couldn’t you? Give them a place to hide and make them feel understood with just one touch.

⏾⋆.˚ You accompanied Harua and Kei to the mall to pick up a few things. Harua is inspecting new fragrances way too seriously. He sniffs one and recoils dramatically. You burst out laughing and take it from him. “No,” you say, wrinkling your nose. “Absolutely not.” You pick a different one cologne bottle and hold it out for him to try it. He sniffs it before widening his eyes and nodding approvingly. You smile like you just solved the world’s biggest dilemma. Kei notices how Harua looks genuinely happy that you helped him pick something. And something about that, how you care even in these stupid little moments, makes Koga’s chest feel too full.

⏾⋆.˚ You’re wrapping your cardigan around Maki’s shoulders because he’s loudly complaining about the cold again. Kei hears him saying “Thank youuuu” in that dramatic voice, but Koga’s attention isn’t really on Maki. It’s on you. The way you press the fabric into place… the way you run your fingers through his hair to shake out the static… the way you smile at him like he’s your little brother. He imagines you bundling your kid up like that before sending them out the door. The warmth that spreads through him is almost embarrassing.

⏾⋆.˚ The boys came over to hang out during a rare free morning, somehow turning it into an unplanned breakfast gathering. Taki’s trying to cook eggs but overthinks everything; temperature, seasoning, timing. You come up beside him, nudge your hip against his with a smile. “Relax. You’re not defusing a bomb.” You lightly tease before taking the spatula from him. You guide his hand once, then step back so he can try again. You’re not hovering, you’re not taking over, you’re simply just showing him the way. Kei leans against the counter, pretending to scroll his phone but really just listening to your voice, watching the way Taki loosens up around you and it stirs something in him that he can’t exactly call “innocent.”

⏾⋆.˚ The second you two clock out of operating your little daycare pampering the other members, Kei’s hands are all over your body as he eagerly moves his lips against yours. He seemed normal all day, you’re confused as to what suddenly got into him…

⏾⋆.˚ "You spoil them too much." He mumbles as he presses open mouthed kisses down your neck.

⏾⋆.˚ Not much time passes before both sets of clothes are discarded on the floor and Kei is hovering over you with your back against the mattress. He lines himself between your thighs as he drops his forehead against yours as if steadying himself. "Gonna fill this sweet pussy up so good."

⏾⋆.˚ When you whimper in such a tiny and needy manner, whatever restraint Kei had left snaps. He slams into you in one brutal thrust, groaning through gritted teeth when he feels your walls clamp around him. "Jesus," He rasps, staring down at where you're stretched obscenely around him, "You take me so fucking well." He rolls his hips experimentally. Just a shallow grind to watch how his size makes your head spin. "Gonna breed you right here. Make sure it takes."

⏾⋆.˚ He could see how overwhelmed you were in every little detail from your wide eyes to your trembling hands gripping on his muscled biceps a little too tightly. But he also knows just how much you can take. You've never asked him to stop. He places both of his large hands on your stomach, his thumb gently rubbing circles as he continues to burry himself deeper.

⏾⋆.˚ "Seeing you with them," Another brutal snap of his hips as he remembers how you fuss so sweetly over the people closest to him. "God— Just want to fill you up with my load so deep it’ll leak for days. Just watch how much this tight cunt can take while I call you 'mama'. You’ll fucking love it."

⏾⋆.˚ The room feels like it's closing in on you. Kei’s presence is overwhelming, and the way he's talking to you is making it hard to think straight. He's normally confident and cheeky but this is different. There's a possessiveness in his words, an undeniable need to claim you. It drives him wild to watch how turned on you are. Like there could be nothing better than being owned by his words.

⏾⋆.˚ "You'd let me," He pants, bringing up a hand around your neck squeezing lightly, "You’d let me put it so deep l'd be in your goddamn womb—" He lets out a ragged breath, "Then stuff you every night. Over and over again. You're so desperate for it, pretty girl." Your entire body feels like it’s short-circuiting due to his filthy words. It all makes something low in your stomach clench painfully tight.

⏾⋆.˚ "Fuck… Gonna let me come inside, hm? Gonna let me put a baby in you?" He rasps out. And when he sees your flushed face and that dazed look in your eyes as you weakly nod your head in response to his question, he grips your hips harder as he pistons his cock into you at harsher pace.

⏾⋆.˚ Kei’s hand slides between you both, thumb circling your clit with deliberate pressure. "Gonna make my shy girl come so hard she forgets her own name." The way your eyes flutter shut as the rest of your body gives a telling little shudder doesn’t go unnoticed. He grins at that, his lips brushing your cheek lightly. "That's it," He murmurs, voice dropping into something even rougher. "Just let me take care of you, mama..." There it is. That word again. Something about him calling you that was seriously…

⏾⋆.˚ His heart thrashes against his ribcage when you whimper out his name, indicating that you’re close. Your voice is so weak and vulnerable, so wrecked. It's driving him wild.

⏾⋆.˚ "Yeah?" He grinds deeper, dragging the head of his dick against that sweet spot inside of you with uneven rolls of his pelvis against yours. "Let me feel how bad this pretty girl wants it." His thumb presses harder by that small area where you two meet in rough circles, unrelenting until he feels those walls clamp around him, until your orgasm flows out onto his cock while you feel his hot and thick release spread inside of you.

⏾⋆.˚ Kei grunts as he collapses on top of you, his head dropping onto your shoulder as his bangs stick to his sweaty forehead. He's panting and shaking, feeling like he just ran a damn marathon. He's never felt this boneless in his life before. He presses a string of soft kisses to your shoulder. "Jesus Christ," He mutters, breathless, "I need to marry you."

⏾⋆.˚ Nicholas treats the whole day like a secret mission he’s been dying to pull off. He pretends he’s “Just helping you get ready for a cute date,” but he keeps tossing you clothes over his shoulder with this little smile like he knows something you don’t. Every time you question him why he’s being weirdly picky, he just shrugs and says, “What? I like when you look pretty,” before walking away.

⏾⋆.˚ He tries to act normal, but he’s buzzing. He keeps pacing in and out of the room, holding his breath in his cheeks, smoothing his shirt, tapping the pocket where the ring is hidden like it might make a run for it. Every now and then he freezes, remembering it’s there, and then shakes out his hands like he’s trying to dispel nerves.

⏾⋆.˚ He picks a spot he’s always loved sharing with you; a garden path tucked behind an old café you two frequent. It’s not grand, but it means something. And best of all… it gives him room to add his own playful touch. He leaves subtle traces of his personality. Unevenly hung lanterns or a tiny doodled sign that says 'come here :)' When he brings you there, his only focus is your face more than the scenery. He’s practically glowing when you start laughing at the crooked lantern or cooing at the silly little sign. That’s all he wanted, to create a place that made you feel held, loved, and completely wrapped in who he is.

⏾⋆.˚ When the moment comes, he tries to deliver his speech with confidence… and fails instantly. His voice cracks on the first sentence, and he immediately groans and hides his face for a second before trying again. He starts getting sidetracked and becomes super talkative. Rambling. Making jokes to hide how shaky his hands are. He holds both of yours, thumbs brushing your knuckles way too fast, and the whole time he keeps giving these little half-smiles because he’s losing the battle between nerves and affection. He keeps laughing nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, and you can see his usual mischievous demeanor melting into pure, terrified sincerity.

⏾⋆.˚ You can’t stop smiling because he’s so adorably flustered. He keeps starting over, stopping, going “No, wait—okay, okay, I got it this time,” only to mess up again. But every stumble feels honest, every soft laugh is full of love. When you say yes, before he even finishes his rambling, Nicholas just freezes, eyes wide, like he’s giving you time to take it back. And when you don’t? He breaks into the brightest grin he’s ever worn before practically tackling you into a hug.

⏾⋆.˚ The rest of the night, Nicholas keeps laughing under his breath every time he looks at you, kissing your cheeks, your nose, your forehead all while muttering how much he loves you. He keeps lifting your hand to admire the ring, proudly announcing that he knew you’d look good in it. And the whole time he just can’t stop smiling at you like he’s convinced he just won the universe.

⏾⋆.˚ Nicholas has a way of noticing the smallest things you are interested in and joins your curiosity fully, not because he feels he has to, but because he genuinely wants to understand your world. Whatever it is, he immerses himself, asking thoughtful questions that show he’s paying attention

⏾⋆.˚ Nicholas never wakes up before you. Not once. Most mornings, you’re awake while he’s still facedown in the pillow, one arm thrown over his head like he’s trying to block out the entire world. His hair is a mess, his breathing slow and uneven in that way that means he’s almost awake but refusing to commit. When you brush your fingers over his bare shoulder to make him get up, he’ll groan and mumble "Don’t." Yikes. His brow knots like waking up is a personal attack, but his eyes crack open just enough to find you. The second he sees you, some of that irritation melts. Not all of it, he’s still grumpy. But he roughly pulls you back down, your body flush against his bare chest and he closes his eyes again, making you late.

⏾⋆.˚ You’ll be talking about something ordinary, and he’ll suddenly go quiet. Not spaced out, just focused. His eyes trace over your features like he’s silently cataloging every detail. When you ask, “What?”, he smiles that slow, disarming smile and reaches out and tucks your hair behind your ear with this slow, thoughtful touch. “Nothing… you just look really pretty when you talk.” Then he returns to the conversation like he didn’t just derail your entire nervous system.

⏾⋆.˚ It’s surprisingly easy to live with Nicholas. He listens—really listens—to whatever you say, absorbing every detail like it matters. He never makes things complicated; he just falls into step with you, adjusting, accommodating, quietly choosing whatever keeps your world steady. He doesn’t make a show of it, but you can see the way his shoulders relax when something makes you smile, like your happiness settles something in him. This whipped boy cannot wait to spend tomorrow with you and every day after that with you.

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Your eyes lightly flutter as you stare out through the front window in a daze, watching neon-blue signs blink and smear against the glass. Everything feels a little too bright. The streetlights flicker with a low, electric hum above you, casting a soft orange wash over the nearly empty parking lot.

With a small sigh, you shift your gaze toward the only movement nearby: Maki at the gas pump. You find yourself standing there beside him, leaning lightly against the cold metal as you watch him work. His forearms flex as he tilts the nozzle, sleeves rolled up just enough to show the ripple of muscle. You tilt your head, curiosity guiding your stare before you even realize you’re doing it. When he glances over and catches you looking, his brow creases in equal parts amused and exasperated.

“…Are you enjoying the show?” He asks wryly and a little too aware.

“No…” You mumble as heat scatters across your cheeks before you can look away.

Maki’s lips twitch as if he almost wants to smirk, but refuses to let fully show. He flicks the gas nozzle off a little harder than he needs to, then shoves it back into the pump with a sharp clack.

“Liar,” he mutters, tossing the hose onto its hook before he starts toward you. His steps aren’t rushed at all—slow, steady, the kind of pace that feels intentional… like he knows exactly what effect it has. “You were staring.”

He comes to a stop right in front of you, close enough that the flickering streetlights throw both of your shadows into one shape. His hand lifts, fingers warm as they catch your chin and nudge it up. His thumb grazes your lower lip, right over that pout you didn’t realize you were making.

“…If you wanted me to flex for you,” He says, voice low, “You could’ve just asked.”

You can’t help it. Your fingers brush over the well-defined muscle of his arm, tracing a slow path along his bicep, his shoulder, and his collarbone. Your breath catches in your throat at how smooth his skin feels under your touch.

"Your arms are so strong," You murmur softly, the words tumbling from your lips without thought. Maki's breath hitches when your fingers trail over his skin. His muscles tense under your touch like he's fighting the urge to grab you right then and there. His eyes catch yours, darkening in a way that sends a quiet shiver through you, like he’s suddenly feeling something he can’t quite hide.

"Yeah?" His voice comes out rougher than intended, "And what else do you wanna touch?"

Your entire body stiffens. Like a deer caught in headlights. Your fingers freeze mid-trail over his collarbone, and your breath hitches sharply. "I-I wasn't—!" The words tumble out too fast, too high-pitched. Your face burns hot as your traitorous eyes flick down to his chest for half a second before darting away again.

Maki's smirk sharpens as he sees right through that flustered panic of yours. Seeing you trying so hard to keep up the cute act is driving him absolutely feral, and he knows damn well you're not fooling anyone.

"Uh-huh," He mutters dryly, eyes narrowing as he leans in so close you can feel his breath against your face, "Bullshit. You were practically stroking my arm like you were imagining something else." His words hit you like a physical blow, and for one horrifying second, all you can do is stand there with your mouth slightly open... because he's right.

"You’re wrong!" The protest comes out too quickly, too panicked as your hands flutter uselessly at your sides now, like touching him was somehow less obvious than not touching him.

A beat passes where neither of you two move. Maki’s breath still warm against your lips from how close he is. Then something inside you snaps.

Without thinking, you shove both palms flat against his chest and try to push past him toward the car instead. Maki lets out a rough sound that might be something between a chuckle and a growl as you shove weakly at his chest, his arms snapping around you in the next instant to keep you in place. He can feel how much your hands are trembling, the way your heart is suddenly slamming against your ribcage. It’s not unexpected for you to get the impression that he wants to take things further.

"Y-You don't have any more condoms with you." You remind him that the two of you had run out last time, completely overlooking the fact that you’re standing outside of a convenience store.

He exhales sharply through his nose before abruptly yanking you closer by the waist, your back pressing flush against him now. "

"...Are you fucking serious right now? We're standing in front of a goddamn convenience store." His voice drops into something low and dangerous, "You really think I wouldn't walk in there and buy every single one if it meant getting my hands on you?"

“Then go.” You order him with a defiant tilt of your chin.

Maki's grip on your waist tightens almost painfully for a second-his entire body tensing like he's physically restraining himself from just tossing you over his shoulder and marching straight into that store right now. His jaw clenches so hard you can hear his teeth grinding.

"You," He growls, leaning down until his lips brush against the shell of your ear, "Are playing with fire."

A beat passes where neither of you moves... then suddenly he releases you with an irritated scoff, taking one step back as if putting distance between himself and temptation. "Tch. Get in the car. Now. Before I actually do it."

You scoff when you realized he was serious and he didn’t seem to want to go further. That didn't stop you from opening your mouth again. "Pussy..." You softly murmur as you slide into the passenger seat, quickly slamming the door.

Maki goes absolutely still for a moment when he hears that word come out of your mouth. His eyes slowly drag to your face, darkening like a storm as he takes in how flushed you look right now, sitting in his passenger seat with your knees together and all pouty-lipped. He looks like he wants to grab you by those goddamn thighs and throw you into the backseat to remind you who you’re talking to.

"You better shut that pretty mouth of yours before it gets you in trouble." He mutters gruffly, slamming the driver's door shut behind himself.

"Or what?" This time, your eyes actually meet his.

Maki's hands tighten on the steering wheel again as he glares through the windshield at the convenience store across the lot. He can feel his restraint fraying bit by bit with every word that comes out of that snarky little mouth of yours... the way you look at him, all flushed and pouting and so goddamn tempting.

"Or I'm gonna put it to better use."

"Oh yeah? How so?" You roll your pretty eyes before looking away from him and out the window instead towards the convenience store, clearly not taking Maki's words seriously.

"Keep talking," He warns lowly, "And I swear to god I'm dragging your ass into that store and buying every single condom they have. Then I'll show you exactly how serious I am."

"Yeah, I bet you will." You taunted. You couldn't have sounded any less uninterested as you began to absentmindedly tracing the crevices of the leather interior out of boredom.

Maki's patience snaps.

"Fuck this."

In one fluid motion, he yanks the keys from the ignition and throws his door open before slamming it and stalking toward yours with predatory intent. Before you can even react, he's wrenching your side of the car open too, gripping your wrist hard enough to bruise as he hauls you out onto unsteady feet.

"You wanna test me? Fine." He starts dragging you toward the sliding doors of the convenience store, "Let's see how long that bratty attitude lasts once I prove my point."

You stumble over your feet repeatedly as Maki practically tugs you down the aisles towards the back of the store where a whole end cap is dedicated to condoms. An entire section of the wall stacked with endless packets of colorful boxes.

He finally stops when you reach the aisle, spinning around so you're flush against his chest. "Now look at this," He growls, one hand clamping down on your hip and forcing you to look up at all the options laid out before you, "You think I won't go through all of these?"

The way your breath hitches doesn’t go unnoticed by him as the fluorescent lights above you two flicker slightly, casting harsh shadows on your face, highlighting your flushed expression. He leans down towards you so his mouth is almost directly against your ear.

"Pick one." His free hand reaches up and taps two fingers against one particularly large box near eye level, "Or I'll grab this one and we won't be leaving this place anytime soon."

You can feel your cheeks burn impossibly hotter when his grip on you tightens, clearly amused by how you’re all talk. Your free hand fumbles weakly toward any box within reach-not even looking at it properly before blindly grabbing one labeled 'XXL Ribbed' in shaky fingers.

"...H-Here," You whisper pathetically, shoving it into his chest so he's forced to hold it all while avoiding his gaze completely, "Just take this and let's go..."

Maki's eyes drop to the box you just shove against his chest, his lips twitching into something dangerously close to a smirk when he sees which one you blindly grabbed. He tilts it slightly, reading the label with exaggerated slowness before letting out a rough chuckle. "You really think this little box is gonna be enough for me after all that big talk earlier?" He doesn't wait for an answer before tossing it carelessly into his basket— then immediately reaching past you to snag another two boxes. His voice drops lower as he adds: "We're testing more than one tonight."

Maki all but drags you into the cramped convenience store restroom, kicking the door shut behind him before crowding you against it. The fluorescent light above flickers ominously, casting harsh shadows over his face as he tears open the condom packet with his teeth, his eyes never leaving yours.

His free hand grips your thigh hard enough to bruise as he hikes your leg up around his hip, not even bothering to remove your skirt and settles for just moving your damp panties to the side before pressing forward.

The first rough thrust punches a whimper out of your throat. The ribbed texture already dragging too much sensation through oversensitive nerves. The sudden stretch burns too much, too fast, but Maki doesn't give you time to adjust. His grip on your thigh is ironclad as he pulls you flush against him, the rough fabric of his jeans scraping against your bare skin where your top rides up.

"Fuck— tighter than I thought," He mutters darkly, "...Gonna regret that smart mouth when I'm done."

"M-Maki—!" Your soft voice cracks into a whimper when he bottoms out in one brutal thrust, his wrapped cock dragging every nerve alight. Tears prickle behind your lashes instantly; it's overwhelming. The heat of him pressed everywhere at once, owning you right there in this goddamn public bathroom.

A sharp snap of his hips punches another sound from you, one that echoes off the tiled walls embarrassingly loud. Your fingers scramble for purchase on whatever they can find his shoulder? The sink? You don't even know, but all coherent thought short-circuits when his ribbed cock hits just right inside you again and again.

"Look at ya'," He rasps, "All shy and pretty while I ruin this needy little pussy." His thumb swipes roughly over a tear-slick cheek, "N-Never thought sweet girls like you could take something this big..."

Maki lets out a rough chuckle at the way you clench around him. How your body reacts so easily to those sweet words like it's wired for them.

His thrusts turn slower now, deeper, each one dragging just right to make your toes curl against his back. "Yeah?" His voice is rough, "That what you needed? Just some soft shit while I fuck this tight little cunt stupid?"

As you feel yet another sharp pang of embarrassment at Maki's dirty words, you quickly hide your face in the crook of his neck again. But even as you bury your flushed cheeks against him, you can feel how your body trembles at the way the nickname rolls off his tongue. The heat between your thighs burning hotter with each filthy curse that follows.

His hand slides up under your shirt and below your lacy bra, palming over your nipple with rough fingers before pinching it sharply just to watch how pretty and ruined you look when he does.

"Can feel how close this pretty princess is," he mutters, "Aren't you? Tightening up every time I call you that." Maki can feel the way you melt against him when he calls you that. He knows just how much you like it when he says those things to you.

And hearing you whimper and whine like you are now and frantically nodding your head— too fucked out to speak properly, so desperate and needy just for him, is only making him that much more possessive.

You let out a broken whimper as you feel Maki's teeth sink into your shoulder, the sharp sting only adding to the overwhelming pleasure coiling tight in your stomach. Your thighs tremble around his waist, toes curling against his back as he drags that ribbed cock over that perfect spot inside you again and again.

Your voice is shaky and squeaky when you call out his name as you finally tip over the edge, "P-Please! I c-can't—!"

The orgasm rips through you like a lightning strike. The feeling of you falling apart in his arms like that is like a sucker punch to the gut-like he's seeing you for the first time all over again. Every single part of him feels so goddamn tight and hot and desperate to be closer to you when you look this wrecked and beautiful like this. Tears spill freely now on your flushed cheeks as he keeps grinding deep even while you shake apart on him.

Maki watches with dark, ravenous eyes as your body gives out-your soft whimpers dissolving into breathless little gasps that sound way too sweet coming from someone so wrecked. His own control is hanging by a thread now, every muscle in his body coiled tight as he feels you milk him through the aftershocks.

He presses a messy kiss to the corner of your mouth. "That's it," He growls-voice rough and wrecked, "Take it all, pretty girl."

His hips snap forward one last time before he finally spills into the condom inside of you with a groan that's half frustration, half reverence. He doesn't pull away yet though-just keeps you pinned against him while his forehead drops to your shoulder.

"Fuckin' hell..."

Your skin trembles from the aftermath of what just happened, goosebumps rippling across your arms. Your fingers curl weakly into the front of his t-shirt, face flushing hotter as he doesn't move away yet. The heat of his chest pressed flush against your still pounding heart. Your head spins with the overwhelming sensations as you cling to him through the fog of high.

"M-Maki..." You breathe out softly, "You..."

Maki lifts his head just enough to catch your dazed expression-his own eyes still dark with lingering hunger, sweat dampening the hair at his temples. His thumb swipes roughly over your bitten bottom lip as he lets out a breathless chuckle.

"Me?" He rasps, hips grinding forward once more just to feel you twitch around him, "What about me? You gonna tell me l went too far again?"

A beat passes where he watches the way you struggle for words; your lips parting soundlessly before closing again. That seems to amuse him even more. "..Yeah," He mutters against your jaw. "Didn't think so."

Maki pulls back just enough to see your wrecked expression. Your flushed cheeks, trembling lips, the way your fingers still clutch weakly at his clothes like you can't quite believe what just happened. His smirk is downright predatory as he drags a thumb over the bite mark blooming on your neck from earlier.

"We're not done yet," He growls lowly, "You think one round's gonna be enough after all your fucking talking?" His hand slides down to grip your thigh hard, not giving you time to protest before hoisting you up against him again.

It was clear that Maki was not going back on his word of testing out those other condoms.

⏾⋆.˚ Kei

Kei acts as if dry humping is a form of punishment for you, but that is certainly not true at all. It absolutely wrecks him. There’s something about the closeness, the heat, the way he can feel everything without either of you rushing that hits him harder than he ever expects. He loves the control he doesn’t have. How easy it is for you to pull reactions out of him just by shifting your hips a little. His big hands guide you down against his clothed cock with a slow, deliberate grind. Kei lifts your hips just an inch, then pulls you back down with a controlled roll that makes his composure crack open, a quiet, desperate sound slipping from his throat. You barely do anything, just let him maneuver your body against his and he’s responding instantly. He’s supposed to be in charge. He thinks he’s in charge. But truth be told, he loves how easily you can unravel by just rolling your desperate hips against his.

⏾⋆.˚ Fuma

Fuma loves when you get off on just rubbing yourself on his muscular thigh. To him, it hits that perfect balance of intimacy and control that he craves. It’s the ideal kind of foreplay. Letting you use the strength he’s built to give yourself exactly what you need. His thigh flexes under your weight when he sees how wet you already are. He’s attentive through all of it. His hands firmly hold your hips as his thumbs dig in just enough to steady you. If you start to lose rhythm, he subtly guides you back into it, helping you move in those slow, desperate rolls that make your shamelessly whine into his shoulder. He leans in close, voice low and unsteady as he whispers soft encouragements against your ear, telling you how good you look, how much he loves feeling you fall apart on him.

⏾⋆.˚ Nicholas

Nico absolutely loves the feeling of both of you desperately dragging your bodies against each other while your clothes are still on. He feels the damp heat of you through his clothes-his own pants already ruined with how badly he's leaking with precum. His hips snap up to meet yours in quick, urgent thrusts, like he can’t stand even a second without the friction. He grabs your waist, fingers digging in, dragging you along a rhythm that’s fast, messy, almost frantic. "Fuck—look what you did," he rasps, grinding up into you in rough, uneven rolls of his hips like he's trying to fuck through both sets of clothes.

⏾⋆.˚ Euijoo

This boy loses his mind when you ride his thigh. He doesn’t just melt, he gives in entirely, going soft and pliant beneath you like his body exists only to be used by you. The second you take the lead, he becomes shamelessly whiner and needier under your touch. His hands tremble slightly as they grip your waist, his breaths come out in short, uneven gasps. Euijoo’s hips involuntarily jerk up when you roll your thighs just right over the growing bulge in his sweatpants. It takes so much effort for him to not completely fall apart already, his whole body tightening under you as he tries to keep up, tries not to let out the broken sounds building in his throat. The sight of you use him however you need for your own pleasure is just so unbelievably hot to him, he can’t do anything except rut helplessly in his pants, shuddering under you, desperate and obedient in the way he lets you take absolutely everything you want from him.

⏾⋆.˚ Yuma

Yuma’s favorite thing is pulling you onto his lap and making you move for him because it turns everything into a game he can’t win or lose… he just gets to feel you, want you, and grind against you until he can’t think straight anymore. “Yeah… just like that,” he murmurs with a low, breathy laugh, pretending he’s still in control when he’s clearly losing it. His smirk wavers every time you move in a way that makes him jolt beneath you. And even though he tries to tease you through it by whispering things meant to fluster you, his voice keeps breaking, giving him away. Yuma’s clothed cock pressed insistently against you, the thick outline of him straining against his pants as he rocked forward with a slow, teasing roll of his hips. His breath comes ragged in your ear all hot and uneven as he pulled you down harder, forcing another helpless noise from your lips.

⏾⋆.˚ Jo

Nothing makes Jo’s ears turn red faster than feeling you against his thigh. To him, it’s overwhelming in the sweetest way. He loves the warmth of your body pressed against his. The way you move with this quiet urgency. The way you hold onto him like you need him. His thigh tenses under you without him meaning to, trying to give you something solid to work with. And even though he’s shy, he’s attentive. Jo’s hands rest lightly on your hips, gently rocking you back and forth. A choked, breathy sound slips out of him when your skirt rides up higher on your thighs. He fails to subtly grind up into the empty air beneath him, chasing just a little bit of friction, but all it does is make the damp spot on the front of his pants even more obvious. And the realization only makes him blush harder, whispering your name like he’s begging without even meaning to.

⏾⋆.˚ Taki has a thousand thoughts always running through his mind every second, but the loudest ones are always you, you, you. Every good thing that happens to him immediately gets filed into the 'I can’t wait to tell her' section of his brain. He ate good food earlier? He needs to share his leftovers with you. There’s a pretty sunset from his hotel room? He only thinks about how good you’ll look in this lighting. He’s finished with his schedule for the day? Time to call you.

⏾⋆.˚ He loves physical affection and will latch onto any excuse to touch you. There would be something he wants to show you on his phone and he would fully lean on you while excitedly shoving his phone in your face. He hovers a lot. He’s wandering around doing his own thing, but he always orbits back to you every five minutes asking 'watcha doin’?' and you have to nudge him away so you can actually complete whatever it is you’re doing.

⏾⋆.˚ He can get pouty if you ignore him and he’ll just quietly go do his own thing while sulking, even though he knows he needs to give you some time for you to recharge your energy levels. Once you finally drift back to him, he’ll get so happy and immediately start rambling on about whatever thoughts he had during those moments he was left with to entertain himself.

⏾⋆.˚ Taki gaze is fixed on you whenever you’re getting ready. He is so fascinated by everything you do. He’s literally in a trance while watches you with his chin rested on his arms at the edge of your vanity. If you wear eyeliner, he’s obsessed with it. He calls it your 'battle paint' and he thinks you’re just soo cool at how you’re able to do it so precise.

⏾⋆.˚ If the other team members are fabricating some stupid plan between all of them together, Taki would say 'my girlfriend won’t let me do that. sorry guys.’ Dead silence. Yuma would lightly joke that you’re scary and Taki instantly start defending you saying that you’re just caring and concerned for his wellbeing. They just all look at each other because literally no one was even attacking you.

⏾⋆.˚ Whenever Taki’s around you, his brain just goes offline because he unconsciously knows that you’ll take care of him. He just automatically listens to whatever instructions you give him and he will just let you do whatever you want with him because he completely trusts you and believes anything you do is right, even if you don’t elaborate.

⏾⋆.˚ You’ll be fixing the collar of his shift and he’ll just stand there like a kid with his head bowed. He’ll go completely still and let you wipe off whatever mess he made on his face with his nose scrunched up. You’ll fix his posture, straighten his clothes, adjust his hair, and this lovesick, obedient boy just lets you.

⏾⋆.˚ One day he tells you that you seem like the type to drive a mini-van and you kind of just stare at him like 'what the hell??' because without context, that’s pretty insulting… but he quickly clarifies that there’s just an ambience of you that’s so nurturing and you always take such good care of him and he just can’t wait to have kids with you!