#yushinini

maeda riku

bf!riku wakes up instantly, like he’s been trained for this. the second you jerk awake, your breath hitches, he’s there.

his hands are warm - gentle - holding your face in the dark; “hey, hey” he whispers, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, grouding you back in the room, your attention moving away from the bad dream

he pulls you into his chest, his chin resting on top of your head, rocking slightly without even realising it

“you’re safe, i promise..” he says, his voice steady, soft in a way that makes it impossible not to melt into his touch

he presses slow, soft kisses into your hair, murmuring sweet reassurances between each kiss

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when you finally exhale deeply, calmed down and relaxed again, he doesn’t move away. he stays close, his hands warm and gently, his breathing matching yours.

“i’m right here” he reminds you quietly; “we can stay up if you want” there’s no rush in him, no impatience or pushing you, just warmth & care

he waits for you to drift back to sleep, his arm never loosening around you, letting go is no option. he holds you so you can get some rest

tokuno yushi

bf!yushi wakes up confused at first, blinking in the dark as he’s slowly registering the quiet shaking next to him.

“..oh, hey” he says softly, sitting up too fast, his hair messy, concern written all over his face.

he hesitates for a small second, then gently reaches out to you, pulling you closer, a little awkward but sincere; “..it’s okay..” he murmers

he’s not really sure what the right words are, so instead he focuses on what he actually can do. one of his hands is warm against your back, the other finding yours, his fingers sliding in between yours, squeezing your hand softly; “you’re awake now, it’s okay”

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he doesn’t try to fix it. he doesn’t ask questions he doesn’t know how to respond to. he just stays, his forehead against yours, sweet - quiet reminders coming from his lips; “i’m here” - “you’re not alone”

when you finally calm down, he lets out a small sigh of relief, holding you a little tighter

“sorry” he whispers shyly; “i don’t really know what to do.. but i’m not going anywhere”

and somehow, that’s more than enough, exactly enough

kim jaehee

bf!jaehee wakes up to you shifting next to him, a sharp inhale from your lips tells him it’s not just tossing and turning in your sleep. he sits up right away, reaching for the remote of the tv on the night stand

“hey” he says softly, voice warm with sleep; “it’s okay” he shushes. the tv lighting up the room with a warm light, the volume low. just some random late night show that was on, but the soft voices filling the room calming you down instantly.

he pulls you into his side, one arm around your shoulders, the other rubbing small - slow lines down your arm. “focus on the voices for me ok?” he murmers; “you’re here. it’s real”

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he keeps talking, not about the dream ofc but about literally anything else; the show that’s playing, the things he wants to do tomorrow etc. dumb little jokes to calm you down and make you relaxed.

every now and then he presses a small kiss to your temple, careful and reassuring; “you’re safe”

when your breathing evens out, he lowers the volume of the tv, letting it play in the background.

he rests his cheek against your head, his fingers lacing with yours. “don’t worry, i gotchu” he whispers into your hair

hiroshe ryo

bf!ryo jolts awake as soon as you do, eyes wide, hair a mess, a slight panic flashing across his face the second he sees you crying

“hey, hey” he says quickly, voice soft but a little unsure, like he’s afraid of doing the wrong thing. he pulls you into his arm without hesitation, hugging you close, tight and warm, your face tucked under his chin

“it was just a dream” he murmers, repeating it more for himself than for you, then quieter; “it’s ok, you’re ok, i got you”

his hand rubs your back in clumsy small circles, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps you close to him

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after a moment, he leans back just enough to look at you, brushing your hair out of your face; “do you wanna hear what sakuya did today?” he asks softly, a small giggle leaving his lips and without waiting he just starts rambling, anything to make you laugh and ease the tears

when you finally smile, he smiles like it’s the biggest win in his life. pulling you back into his chest he says; “see! no bad dreams allowed here”

he’s trying and he’ll always try for you. but for now, his goofy jokes and warm arms are enough

fujinaga sakuya

bf!sakuya was already awake when it starts. he’s been lying there scrolling on his phone, half awake - half asleep but he immediately notices when your breathing gets uneven

he puts his phone down immediately, his sleepiness long forgotten and when you jolt awake, he’s already there, smiling that familiar smile that somehow makes everything less scary

“that looked like a really bad dream” he whispers gently, brushing your hair back; “it’s okay now”

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he doesn’t ask what the dream was about, he just gently pulls you closer, a little hesitant just to see if it’s okay for you but by the way you instantly relax into him, his grip on you tightens up

his free hand rubs your arm softly; “nothings here” he says, voice light but certain; “just you and me and a very.. uh.. un-scary room” he cracks as a light joke.

when you settle, sakuya rests his chin on your head, a relieving sigh coming from his lips; “see?” he murmers; “i’m here. it’s okay”

he holds you close, soft silly jokes leaving his lips, his warmth and his efforts to calm you down are enough to keep you from falling back asleep into the same dream

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⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ 🌷🫧☁️

he didn’t get home long after he sent you a text, asking if you were free and wanted to come over. you’ve been on his mind non stop the past week. the last time he saw you was before he went overseas for concerts, after returning to korea he was so packed with schedules he didn’t even have the time to go see you. he texted you every free second of his day, saying how much he misses you and how badly he wanted to see you. you being you were very understanding and encouraging about the situation, he knows it’s hard on you but you never really show or express it towards him. not wanting to upset or discourage him. you reminded him you’d be able to see each other soon again and tonight was finally the time.

he hopped in the shower and put on some comfy clothes, he dried his freshly dyed brown hair and couldn’t help but speed clean his room a little bit before you would step foot in there. he walked into the living room where he was met with the two maknaes playing games together. “hyung!!! come!!! quick sit down, i’m winning” saku only glanced up at the sight of sion entering the room; “no you’re not!” ryo bumped his shoulder against the youngest, “you can’t even get to the 2nd floor without getting caught!” sion chuckled to himself as he almost threw himself onto the couch, watching his two young members, who were seated infront of him on the floor, play their current hyper fixated game. he took out his phone and sent jaehee a text, asking him to invite the two youngsters over to their dorm so he can spend some alone time with you. not even 2 minutes later, sakuryo was up and gathering their stuff to make their way over to the other house. a quick bye before the door was shut behind them. he can’t help but giggle at the thought of his younger brothers, you always joke about him being like their dad but no one can argue the fact that the two are just adorable.

he was scrolling through his netflix recommendations when he heard the doorbell ring. he got up so fast you’d almost think he got had places to be. as soon as he opens the door his grin is so wide, not wasting a second longer as he pulls you in and tackles you in a bear hug. you giggle but gladly accept the hug; “hi baby” you chuckle as you felt his arms pull you impossibly closer to him; “shhhh don’t talk pls, i’m having a moment here” you laugh at his words and he mirrors your reaction, his whole body laughing with him. freeing you from his deadly grip on you, he looks at you, his smile reaching the sparkling in his eyes. eyes shifting from your eyes to his lips and back up, grinning from ear to ear as he presses his lips on yours. you kiss him back, your arms coming up and naturally finding their way around his neck. pulling him down a little more. his hands moving up and down your sides, almost desperately trying to feel you under his skin in comparison to the sweet - tender kiss you’re sharing. you can feel him smile in the kiss, teeth clashing as he slowly pulls back. you look up at him, his hands coming up to your shoulders as he takes a tiny step back. lowkey looking you up and down; “yeaah-“ he says, more to himself than to you. followed by an approving nod; “just how i remembered” you gasp, laughing as you hit his chest. he pulls you in another hug, laughing as well, kissing the top of your head before he lets go and pulls you further into the apartment.

you’re sitting on the couch, cuddled up with your back pressed against his chest and your legs tangled up together. you’ve been trying to concentrate on the movie playing but your head is completely trailed off somewhere else. you look around the room, some interesting and bold chosen ‘art’ decorations suddenly made you realise you haven’t seen or heard the two maknaes the whole night yet. “wait, where are the youngsters?” - “mmh?” sion asks as he was processing the words; “oh they’re at the other dorm, playing with jaehee i think” - “ahh nawh i would have loved to see them, it’s been so long” your bf cleared his throat, shifting up a little bit as he sarcastically said; “yeah i’m very happy to finally see you too” you laughed as you sat up straight, turning your body to look at your bf. “oh cmon you get to see them everyday, i barely saw them the past few weeks!!” you couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on his face; “i’m sorry woman, i don’t think they came as a package deal when you agreed to be with the one and only oh sion” he giggled, mirroring the big smile on your face as you shifted your whole body around, your legs on both side of his body as you straddled his lap. “i should have read the terms of agreement better before making such decisions” your hands dramatically falling to his shoulder as you sighed out loud; “yeah sounds like a whole bunch of losses on your side” sion says, silent giggles falling from his lips, his hands firm on your hips. you look at him, taking in the way he looked back at you, the way his eyes are so bright and full of love, the way his flushed cheeks look so soft and how his hair naturally falls a little over his eyes. “what” he asked, looking you straight in the eyes, trying to make out what you were thinking about. you only smiled, a little teasing; “nothing” he throws his head back to lean against the couch, only humming a; “mhmh” as he can’t help but smile again. his eyes look so soft but you can’t miss the way his hands are gripping your hips a little more tightly. looking at you, raising his eyebrow (pls this video haunts me; video) waiting for your next move which he gladly accepts as you crash your lips onto his.

your hands in his hair, his busy wandering up and down your sides, soft moans filling up the room mixed with the sound of your lips moving against the other as you share a passionate kiss. seconds have passed, minutes have passed, time gets forgotten as you completely lose yourself in the moment. sion’s tongue finds yours as he fights you for dominance, a sweet kiss quickly turning into one of lust and need. you moan as he puts more pressure onto your lips, his body moving a bit forward, pressimg himself more onto you. you pull his head a bit back, he groans now it’s you who welcomes herself in his mouth now, you push him back till his back hits the couch again. his hands are strong against your skin, pressing you down more firmly. your grip in his hair only tightening as you roll your hips into his. he moans in the kiss, pulling his head back as your push your hips down onto his lower abdomen again, repeating the same movement, pulling his head back completely, giving yourself perfect acces to the bare skin on his neck. your lips work their way up his exposed skin, wet kisses as you almost make out with the sweet spot on his neck. soft sighs coming from your boyfriends lips, his hands coming up to your ass, pressing you onto him more. his eyes shut closed, focusing on the feeling of your lips, the pressure’s so strong you’ll for sure leave marks on his skin (but that’s a worry for later) he pulls you back, lips pressed back on yours in a split second, the kiss is more messy and desperate. hungry for more. your hips rolling into his as your almost desperately humping each other.

“mm fuck-“ sion groans; “t-too much yn fuck” his hands still your movements as he lifts you up from his lap. “if you don’t stop i’ll literally burst right here and now” you chuckle; “and that’s a bad thing becaaaause..?” you giggle at the sight infront of you. eyes heavy as he looked up to you. “because i have not survived more than a week without touching you to be finished in less than a minute, now get off” you couldn’t help but laugh as you swing your legs to one side, leaning back against the arm rest as your bf gets himself on his knees to adjust his sweatpants that show a wet stain from your previous position. “uhhuh mr oh sion, the great survivor of a little touch deprivation” you tease as you push him with your foot. he gasped sarcastically, one hand over his heart as the other brushed through his hair; “a little respect here please” he laughs as he positioned himself in between your legs. “mhmh respect is to be earned..” you pulled your bf closer by the strings of his hoodie. he scoffed; “don’t say things you’ll regret later” face inches away from yours; “make me” his eyes switched to a different tone, lips crashing on yours in a split second. hungry - sloppy and more desperate than he ever kissed you before. allowing himself access in your mouth, only grinning as you whine and moan into his.

his hand comes down to your clothed core, stretching your pants so the material tightens around your already soaked core. his fingers pressing down against your clit, you moaned, pulling away from his lips to catch your breath. sion smirked, his thumb now rubbing and working their way on your wet core. you pushed your hips up, thrusting into his hands as you were chasing the feeling of his hands. sion pushed your hips back down, pressing you into the couch as his fingers sped up; “stay still” he nodged his head in the crook of your neck, placing wet open mouthed kisses as he trails up to your jawline. repeatedly sucking and kissing the exposed skin as you throw your head back more. his hands still working their way on your clit. you moaned, a knot forming in your stomach, you throw one of your legs around his body, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of his fingers and lips. you whined; “fuckk- sion- i’m..“ - “i’m what?” his voice low and cocky. his lips were back on yours before you could answer. your hand came up to his hair as you desperately try to steady yourself down, you rolled your hips in his hand again, in need of more friction. almost reading your mind, sion’s hand comes to a halt and in a swing motion find their way in your pants, past the line of your panty. you moan loudly, gasp muffled in the kiss as he enters with two fingers, immediately pulling in and out as his thumb applies pressure on your clit. you try to kiss back, almost impossible as sion’s fingers keep working their way on your lower abdomen. “oh fuck-“ you whined.

the feeling in your stomach only getting more intense, building up as you can feel the heat blooming more and more. “sion-“ you whisper, almost helpless, breathing heavily. his mouth moving to your neck again, greedy, not wanting to miss any part of your exposed skin. his thumb is circling swift motions, pressing down just hard enough for the tension to get more and more intense. his name leaving your mouth in moans in chokes. “fuck yn, i missed the way you sound” you don’t reply, your voice not strong enough to let out any words, you only whimper as the knot gets stronger and stronger.

he lifts his head, he pulls his fingers out but before you can even plead, he pulls down your pants along with your panty in one motion. your legs up in the sudden movement, throwing your clothes somewhere on the floor. his voice low as he admires the view infront of him; “just as beautiful as always” you whine as you hit his arm, almost feeling shy under his strong gaze; “ya, my eyes are up here” sion chuckles; “baby as much as i love your eyes, i think i’ve got mine more focused elsewhere” his eyes are heavy and filled with lust, he drops to the floor, on his knees, crawling between your legs as he locks his eyes with you. your legs spread, your fingers in his hair, anticipating the feeling that’s coming. his mouth is on your thighs, open mouthed kisses dragged along the insides of your legs. his tongue licking his way to your now throbbing core, desperate for his mouth to come in touch with the one place you need him most right now, you can’t help but buck your hips upward, you feel the vibration of his groan into your skin as he presses you back down. arms around your legs, locking you down to keep you from moving. his kisses come to a halt, his eyes flicker to yours, smirking as he dips his head down. his lips are warm and soft, tongue entering you as he sucks and licks his way up and down, in and out.

your breath is stuck in your throat, you can only moan and cry out as his tongue flicks again and again. your grip in his hair tightens, back arged, head thrown back as your eyes roll to the back of your head. you can feel him smirk against your skin, not holding back, your sounds only making him more greedy to taste you. his mouth is moving as if he’s trying to make up for the time you spent apart. he’s sloppy, desperate and eating you out like a starved man. he hums, the vibration sending shivers down your spine, your body aches everywhere. you whine; “aghhh sion- pls- i can’t..” your breath is choking, you whimper as your chest is feeling heavier with every passing moment. your body is on fire, your legs shaking while he is still holding you down with his arms, one of your hands desperately reach for one of the pillows next to you, clenching the fabric as you start trembling, “sion- please” your mind is so high on the feeling. he groans, he feels your legs fighting to stay down. “fuck- don’t stop,” your stomach twists as sion pulls your body almost impossible more down, his face deep into you. he licks and sucks, almost ruthless. “come for me,” he says, his voice so low it you feel it through your whole body; “wanna taste you baby” his fingers are back on your clit. motioning in a way it literally makes you see stars. he presses onto you, the feeling of his mouth and his fingers makes your toe curls and eyes roll back. you can’t control the sounds you make, half sobs - half moans as you uncontrollably breath out in whined. you can feel the tears form in your eyes, your whimpers turning into cries, and only the sound of his name leaving your mouth as your orgasm rushes through you. your breath is stuck in your throat. but he doesn’t stop, he lets you ride out your high, licks up every single part of you, your body goes numb, completely slumps into the couch. your chest still moving from your heavy breathing. only then does he lift his head back up, smirking with his lips completely glossy and wet.

he can’t help the ghosting smile on his face as he’s hovering over you. you’re staring up at him, eyes pleading and fucked out. he moves down so his lips are brushing over yours; “malways taste so good,” his lips are on yours, more sweet and tender this time, slowly moving with yours in an almost perfect rhythm. you can taste yourself on his lips, his body now leaning down on you completely, arms on both sides of you to prevent his weight pressing you down. one of your arms swing around his neck, pulling him almost impossibly closer, you can still feel the high and rush from before. not aware that you’re still holding onto the pillow. his hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers. it’s only then you’re reminded that he’s still fully clothed when he grinds down onto you. again and again until his hips are almost moving on impulse. he’s pressing himself into you harder and harder, moans ruffled in the kiss by the feeling of the fabric on your bare, still sensitive, clit. you can feel the outline of his thickness through his sweatpants, you meet his hips midway, rolling your hips against his. it’s almost shameless, the way you’re grinding against him as if he didn’t make you cum a few minutes ago, but you can’t help it. sion presses himself down on you completely, his growing bulge pressing right against your heat. stopping your movements at the same time, his head drops to your shoulder, panting for breath; “fuck baby- i swear i’m trying to stretch this as long as i can” your hand goes to his hair, scratching his head with your nails, breathing into his ear; “don’t,” you can feel his dick twitch in his pants. he doesn’t let it linger for long, before you know it his pants and boxers are off, thrown into the room, somewhere with yours. his hard on upright, tip wet from the pre-juice. your core is throbbing just by the sight of his size. you bite your lip, mesmerised with the thickness, a soft chuckle coming from your bf; “ya.. my eyes are up here” you glare up to him, rolling your eyes at the amused look on his face. his hands go to the hem of his sweatshirt when you stop him; “just leave it on,” too eager and needy to even bother taking off more clothes than necessary. sion laughs, taking his dick in his hands, pumping it a few times as he steadies himself in between your legs again.

your hand comes up to take his length in your hand, pushing away his own, you stroke him up and down, fingers circling on his tip, spreading his pre-cum around his dick. your eyes look up to him, pleading, batting your eyelashes as you stick out your tongue, your free hand pulling his lower body more towards you by his legs. you slide down the couch a little more making him hover over you more so he has to kneel on one knee. he groans loudy, understanding your intentions, his honey eyes looking down on you as you pull his lower body closer and closer to your face. sion sighs loudly as he feels your kitten licks against his tip. you lick again, and again; “fuck don’t tease baby” you smile and with that, you come up to wrap your whole mouth around his member. sucking in your cheeks as you bob your head up and down. he leans forward, both hands steadying himself on the backrest of the couch. he looks down at you, the sight of him disappearing in your mouth has his dick twitching. you moan against him, the vibration rushing through his whole body. “fuckkkk-“ he hissed, he’s fighting demons to stay still, letting you do your thing and making him feel good. your mouth moving faster, you hum against him, saliva running down his dick. you let your head fall back a little bit, leaning against the couch, as you pull him with you in the same motion. sion repositions a little bit so most of his weight is on his leg that’s up. your hand comes up to stroke the rest of his length that you don’t have in your mouth. taking your time to make sure every inch of his member is ‘used’. he loves the way you feel around him, nothing can ever top the feeling of your mouth on his dick. he can only sigh deeply as he’s trying to fully concentrate on you. you suck him off in a way his head feels light, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, biting his lip, trying to suppress the moans from coming out. he can feel himself hit the back of your throat, your small hands working wonders on the base of his length while you take him as far as you can, from this angle at least.

a loud whimper coming from you when your bf suddenly thrusts into your mouth, his hands gripping the couch as he rolls his lower body into your face. you moan loudly, you let your hands drop to your sides, one grabbing his calves to steady yourself a bit. you can feel him hitting the back of your throat, hard. you hallow your cheeks a little more, creating more tension. you can only mirror the sounds coming from him. his eyes are fluttered shut, trying not to fuck himself into you too hard, but you make him lose his mind completely. totally immersed in the moment itself, he keeps rolling his hips down, the muffled sounds of your breathing and moans steadying his pace.

he pulls back and with a little plop your mouth gets detached from his length. you open your eyes by the sudden emptiness, sion sits back down again, on both knees as his hands come up to lift your legs. he squeezes your thighs as he puts them up to each side of his face. he positions himself in between, with his extremely hard on right at your heat, he strokes the tip over your core, a moan coming from both of you. he inhales deeply; “i can’t promise i can hold out long” a breathy giggle leaving his mouth. you rolled your eyes at your bf; “just fuck me sion” he chuckles- “your wish is my command” and with that, he pushes his tip in, leaning down, pressing your own legs against your body, feet touching the backrest of the couch, pushing himself in completely, stretching you out as you both moan at the feeling. when he’s completely inside, his hand grip the backrest, not giving you any time to adjust to the feeling as he buttoms out and thrusts back into your lower body. he’s quick to set a pace, fucking into you and quickly the whole room fills up with the sound of skin slapping against each other paired with the whiny sounds of moans. his hips snap against yours as he stretches you out with every thrust. he looks down at where his dick disappears in you, he groans as he places the other hand that was holding onto your leg on the couch as well. now snapping his hips in a new angle.

he moans loudly, biting his lip as he slows down his pace a little; “fuck baby, you feel so good” he grunts as he bottoms himself out, slightly pushing himself back in, but just the tip. “don’t tease,” you whined as you almost desperately tried to push him back in by his legs; “please-“ he snickered softly, pulling out, brushing his tip against your clit, rubbing you with his length a couple times before he thrusts back in, so deep your eyes roll back in an instant. he’s stretching you out so hard you cry out his name. he groans, letting go of your legs and places them around his middle, you pull him down, your arms around his neck to feel him closer. his head in the crook of your neck; his moans muffled against your skin as he rolls his hips. a steady pace, as you let him fuck you. you’re both a mess, fully immersed in the moment; body’s tangled in each other’s, moving together in an almost perfect motion.

you’re so caught up in each other’s you didn’t even notice the end credits started playing on the screen, or the fact you didn’t even close the blinds.. or the sound of the door getting unlocked. “hyung!” riku called; “sionnie-hyung, saku and ryo fell asleep so they.. WOW WAH WOAH!!!” both yours and sion’s head snapped out of your own little love bubble as he shot up from his position on top of you. both boys’ eyes widened as they stared at each other, riku completely frozen in the doorway while your bf had a panicked expression on his face, mirroring your own. “oh- i.. hyung- i-“ riku stuttered. “just give us a minute please,” sion says, laughing in embarrassment. still half in shock but he can’t help but giggle mostly out of an attempt to calm himself down. “no, yes, ofc, as many minutes as you need actually” riku says; “i- uh- i just came to tell you that the youngsters are sleeping over at our place” he smiled awkwardly, nodding his head in your direction as a small; ‘hi’. you smiled back, slowly feeling the rush of adrenaline coming down as you realise what is actually happening. “okay yeah great, thanks. you- uh- you can go now” your bf says as he brushes his hand through his hair. riku, clearly lulled out of his shocked state, slightly smirked at the sight infront of him as he backs out through the door.

a yelp coming from sion, like one you never heard before. (video; pls he’s so cute) you cover your face in your hands as you throw you head on the couch; “oh my god-“ you laughed, you hit his shoulder as he looks at you, not being able to hold back his laugh anymore. his hands brush through his hair again, a failed attempt to fix the messy look. “remind me to never have sex in your dorm again” you sighed as you palmed your face. “nooo but no one’s even here!” sion protested, laughing even more now. “no one?!!! was riku a hallucination just now?” you smacked his arm again, whining. he laughs when the sound of a new message on his phone pops up, he grabs his phone, still giggling because of the whole situation.

ʀɪᴋᴜ; 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨? 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 :)

you squint at the screen, the bright light waking you up even more than you already were

you

why does that sound suspicious

three dots appear instantly as if he was hoping you’d reply at this hour, which he was

riku pooks

i want cupcakes

you blink at the message, a little confused but you can’t help the little smile on your face thinking about your bf craving cupcakes at midnight

you

…from where

riku pooks

from us

homemade, with love

from the kitchen

you stare at the ceiling for a long moment, contemplating whether you should try and fight whatever demons were keeping you awake and actually sleep or.. give into your boyfriend and his cupcake needs;

you

give me five minutes

about 15 minutes later, you heard a knock on your door, one a little too loud and eager to get in despite the fact that it was already past midnight

soon enough you found yourself in your kitchen, your hair messy, your eyes sleepy, and riku, who has been grinning widely ever since he came in like this is the best idea he’s ever had

“this is romantic,” he whispers dramatically, his eyes full of excitement and joy; “like in movies”

“in movies they don’t bake at midnight,” you mumble, scrolling on your phone looking for a recipe you could try

“yes they do, people in movies always have these kind of passions!” he argued back immediately

“it’s called poor decision making, not passion”

he gasps softly, a hand dramatically coming to rest on his heart; “wow, baby who hurt you today?”

he giggles to himself, already pulling flour out of the cabinet like he lives there

you decided to make vanilla cupcakes because “they’re classic and emotionally stable,” according to riku at least

and if calling cupcakes emotionally stable wasn’t enough theatre for the night, he insists on reading the recipe out loud in a very.. very serious voice

“step one,” he says, clearing his throat, “preheat oven to 350 degrees. symbolically warm the environment”

you snort; “it just means turn the oven on”

“way to ruin the vibe”

you nudge him with your hip while you measure flour, and him being the dramatic princess he is pretends to stumble dramatically into the counter like you’ve mortally wounded him

“betrayal,” he whispers; “where’s our team work, baby we’re on the same side here, ok”

“you’ve been hugging the sugar ever since we started, i fear i’m in a solo run for this one” you laugh to which he looks down, and he is, in fact, clutching the sugar bag protectively

“at least the sugar appreciates my new baking hobby”

five minutes later there is flour on the counter, there is flour on the floor, there’s flour pretty much everywhere

even on riku’s cheek

you giggle to yourself as you looked at him, he was mixing the dough, completely locked in, his head nodding softly as he looked at the bowl, clearly very satisfied

you slowly reach up and wipe the flour off with your thumb, to which he freezes,

“…what?” he asks softly

“you looked like a confused bakery ghost”

he gasps again; “i was having my moment”

“you were covered in flour” you giggled

“it’s about the aesthetic baby, it’s part of the charm”

you laugh, and he just stares at you for a second, all soft around the edges, his eyes filled with adoration

“you look cute,” he says quietly, like it just slipped out without a second thought

“don’t distract yourself,” you mumble, not able to hide the pink flush on your cheeks

xoxo

at some point he insists on cracking the eggs, something about a real baker knowing how to crack eggs perfectly..

that was a mistake.. the first one goes in perfectly (like he said it would) the second one… does not

shell falls into the batter, and you both just stare at it floating there like it’s judging you (mostly him because he was the one who did it)

“yk what, it adds texture,” he chuckles

and you burst into laughter, nudging his shoulder as you leaned over to grab a spoon. definitely not in the mood for some textured cupcakes

and he immediately starts laughing too, leaning against you, as you fished out the shells, his forehead pressing lightly to your shoulder

you pushed him off, turning your head to give him a look; “i think that’s a baking crime sir”

“it’s not-“ he defends; “it happens to everyone! i bet gordon ramsay drops egg shells too”

“in his cupcakes?”

he shrugs his shoulders; “i’m sure he likes to bake too”

once the batter is finally done (after mild chaos and at least one flour fight that riku absolutely started and lost ofc) you ‘carefully’ spoon it into the cupcake liners

riku insists on doing “equal distribution for fairness’ or whatever he said and you just watch him try to eyeball each scoop with intense focus, tongue slightly peeking out in concentration

“you know,” you say softly, “they don’t have to be perfectly even”

“they deserve equality,” he replies seriously, his eyes not even looking your way, completely focused on his batter

and you just smile at him, letting him have his moment (again)

and when the tray goes into the oven, there’s this sudden quietness, the kitchen smells like sugar and vanilla, warm and cozy and the only sound you hear is the soft ticking of the oven clock

riku leans against the counter next to you; “okay,” he says; “now we wait!!”

you sigh dramatically, as if you just finished a whole essay instead of some silly cupcakes; “for.. 18 minutes”

“we did well,” he says slowly, his eyes sparkling, “i think i found my new career”

you laugh; “we don’t even know how these taste yet, for all we know these taste like ass”

“no! we made these with love! have some confidence,” he says, sliding down to sit on the floor infront of the oven, clearly not ready to take his eyes off of his work

you laugh, but still join him on the floor, your knees slightly bump into each other and he nudges you gently with his shoulder

“thank you for doing this with me,” he murmurs softly, “i’m sure you’re a little jealous of my baking skills but you’ll get better overtime”

you roll your eyes, but your hand finds his anyways and his fingers lace through yours automatically, like they’ve always known how

“i just…” he hesitates, softer now; “i like doing random stuff with you. even if it’s stupid”

“it’s not stupid”

“we’re sitting on the kitchen floor at 1am staring at cupcakes in an oven”

“…it’s a little stupid”

he laughs quietly, leaning down so he can rests his head on your shoulder, it feels warm, and comfortable

and for a moment, you just sit there together

until, after a while, the oven timer beeps loudly, making both of you jump like you’ve been caught doing something illegal

“the children!” riku shouts, scrambling up as you both rush to the oven dramatically

when you pull the tray out, the cupcakes look quite literally how you imagined they would; slightly uneven, one is a little lopsided, and one might be… leaning emotionally

but they smell amazing and riku stares at them like they’re priceless art (which they are in his eyes)

“…we did that,” he whispers, admiring the little cakes

after they cool (barely, because you both have zero patience), you frost them, at least you attempt on frosting them..

riku tries to pipe a perfect swirl but it comes out looking like a confused spiral galaxy

you giggle as you look at his cupcake; “interesting swirl baby”

“it’s art” he argues back

“it’s struggling” you replied and he pretends to be offended but still smiles under his breath

and then finally, at almost 2am, you both sit at the table with your slightly chaotic cupcakes infront of you

“cheers,” he says, holding his up, with a smile so big you’d think he just won the lottery

“to sleep deprivation,” you reply, taking one in your hand as well

“to us,” he corrects gently; “sleep is for the weak”

you giggle as you clink cupcakes, taking a bite at the same time, and for a second, there’s just silence

you’re chewing and judging when his eyes go wide, a soft gasp leaving his lips; “…wait, these are actually really good?”

you laugh as you watch him take another bite; “you sound surprised for someone who claimed he found a new career path”

he grins at you, frosting on the corner of his lip and without thinking, you lean forward and wipe it off with your thumb and he stops chewing for a second, nodding his head as a small ‘thank you’ before biting into his cupcake again, smiling a soft, fond, but sleepy smile

“next time,” he says, nudging your knee under the table, “we make chocolate ones”

“next time, we bake at a normal hour” you said seriously, softly glaring at him in a playful way

“yeah like 2am?” he says, laughing as he leaned in to kiss your cheek as you nudge him away jokingly, a soft groan leaving your lips but you can’t help but mirror the smile on his face

and as you both sit there in the quiet kitchen, crumbs on the table, flour still dusting the counter, and the world asleep outside (like you should be too actually)

you look at your bf, smiling to yourself, thinking about how you got so lucky being able to enjoy these silly midnight moments together

it’s these moments that feel precious and special, just the two of you

it feels like love, and maybe a slight sugar high.. but mostly genuine happiness and adoration

and you wouldn’t want it any other way

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you smiled to yourself, your hand coming up to his hair, fingers brushing through it without thinking. “you look really handsome today” you said, softly, but the effect was immediately felt.

sakuya froze, his thumb paused mid-scroll, his shoulders stiffening as if he was caught doing something he wasn’t allowed to do. a blush creeping up on his face as he slowly turned his face to yours, eyes wide and blinking as if to steady himself; “h-huh?” he asked, voice cracking a little.

you giggled, amused and fond; “i said you look handsome” heat rushing through his face as he looked anywhere but you;

“y-you don’t have to say things like that” he muttered, one hand fidgeting with his sleeve, the other holding his phone in a grip so tight his knuckles turn white (ok not so extreme but you get the point)

you laughed softly; “why not, it’s true tho”

a shy smile sneaked its way on his face, gaze dropped even lower; “it’s embarrassing..” he mumbled, lips pouting as he spoke.

“you don’t want me to call you handsome-“ you laughed; “should i call you ugly from now on?” you teased, nudging his shoulder.

“no! n-no, i like it, i- just..” he replied, letting out a helpless laugh that was closer to a moment of stressed breathing; “when it’s you saying it-“ he shrugs his shoulders, not sure how to say finish his sentence..; “it feels different”

you looked at his face and the way his eyes seem to search for anything to keep his attention on, the way his ears turn pink slightly, the way his fingers were still busy with his sleeves. it was cute.

“you really are handsome saku” you said softly.

he swallowed; “stop..” he mumbled giggly, hiding his face in his hands

“what! you just said i can call you handsome!” you teased, laughing as you take his hands away;

“but not twice in a row, give me some time to recover!” mimicking your smile as he finally looked at you.

“but you are!!” you said with a soft grin; “and you’re sweet, funny..;” you continued, taking his face in your hands, cupping his cheeks; “and you’re cute when you get shy” -

he pulled your hands down; “no wait- don’t list all of it at once” he protested weakly, laughing as his cheeks turned even more pink as he squeezed his eyes shut; “that’s unfair”

“it’s not unfair!! it’s the truth” you giggled, nudging his shoulders again

“you’re doing it on purpose” he said softly.

“maybe” you admitted, a teasing smile on your face; “but only because i like seeing you like this”

his lips twitched, trying to suppress a smile; “you’re mean” he said, even though there was no hair on his head that meant heat with those words.

“and you’re adorable” you replied easily.

sakuya groaned softly, he let out a small - embarrassed laugh as he leaned forward, burying his face in your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist naturally; “stop…” he mumbled into your shirt; “don’t do this to me” his voice was quiet, whining as you laughed softly.

your hands brushing through his hair, your heart melting by the sight of your bf “i’m sorry i won’t say it anymore” you giggled

he relaxed in your arms, letting his body weight rest on you completely, his grip loosening; “you’re lying” he muttered, but you could hear the smile through his words.

“maybe a little” you giggled, your hands rubbing small circles on his back; “but i do mean it tho,,” you added; “you really are handsome and i want to tell you, even if you hate it”

he didn’t reply immediately, you could feel his breathing getting more relaxed, he turned his face to slightly look at you before he shifted his position a little so he could rest his face on your shoulder instead; “i don’t hate it” he confessed softly; “it’s just.. a lot- coming from you yk”

you smiled, pressing a kiss into his hair. “i don’t want you to stop saying it tho..” he added shyly.

you rested your cheek against his hair; “i won’t..” you said, a little above a whisper.

sakuya let out a small, satisfied sigh, arms tightening a little around you.

his shyness was something you adored so much, more than he could ever imagine and more than you could possibly express in words. and secretly you hope that it’ll never change, because apart from his usual goofy side, your heart melts every time his soft - flushed side comes out.

you’d never stop reminding him how handsome he was, how sweet and loving he is and how much you loved every single part of him.

and by the way he melts into you, his heart warm and content, holding you and letting himself being held, he was exactly where he wanted to be; with you. loved and reassured.

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you’re cozy against his side on the couch, a blanket draped over the two of you. sion’s arm around your shoulder, his fingers absentmindedly tracing small patterns on your arm, his attention focused on the screen

he looks relaxed, smiling when one of your friends make a comment, laughing whenever the movie gets too predictable (again)

no one would guess how aware he actually was of you

at first, it’s innocent; your fingers brushing his thigh, just enough to get comfortable beneath the blanket

he doesn’t react, not on the outside at least. his gaze is forward, his posture loose and relaxed, like nothing changed

but his jaw tightens, just a little

when your hands get more bold, testing his reaction, slow but determined, he swallows. his arm around you more firm instinctively, pulling you closer, like that will somehow ground him (nice try) he shifts once, careful and controlled, making sure no one is looking before settling again

even when someone calls his name from across the room, he just hums in response, his voice as calm as ever. not even slightly betraying him. his knee nudging yours as a warning, a silent you’re dangerous

but still, he doesn’t stop you

instead, his head tilts towards you, his lips brushing your hair as if it’s just another affectionate habit of his. his fingers flex a little against your shoulder, his grip tightening for a small second before loosening again.

he’s trying. you can tell; the restraint, the effort to stay calm and composed

and when you pull your hand away. he just freezes; it’s subtle, barely noticeable, but you catch it. his breath stuttering a little bit, the way his brows knit together slightly and without looking at you, he reaches down. his fingers around your wrist beneath the blanket

he pulls your hand back like it’s the most natural thing in the world. a quiet plea, almost unspoken, but definitely clear and wanted

his grip is warm and steady, almost like his way of asking you not to stop, while he keeps his face neutral, his eyes staying glued to the screen

if anyone glanced over, they would just see you two sitting there, cozy and relaxed like always. only you knew how hard he’s trying to hold on

as the movie drags on, sion exhales slowly, leaning closer, forehead resting lightly against yours. his voice low, only meant for you;

“..later..” he murmers, not a request, not even a promise. just something waiting but still not fighting you off

and for the time being, he just stays right where he is. letting you test his patience.

maeda riku

- riku is lowkey a freaky little guy. he enjoys your teasing, maybe even more than he enjoys teasing you. he’s so into the moment he doesn’t even realise there’s people around you

- he never takes it too far or let’s you drag it too far but he has no intention to stop you nor does he even protest your wandering hands before you take it a little further

- he keeps his calm on the outside better than others probably would, but if you look a little too closely you’d definitely notice

- but he’s exactly where he wants to be, trust me

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

movie nights with riku and your friends are loud before it ever gets quiet. someone arguing over snacks (mood) somebody else already half asleep (mood 2.0) the tv glowing with a movie nobody’s really paying attention to

riku drops on the couch next to you without hesitation, it’s his reserved spot after all, he’s tugging you down with him like it’s instinct

blanket comes next- pulled over you both, his arm immediately sliding around your waist. he definitely makes sure he gets comfortable, maybe too comfortable?

grinning - relaxed - clearly not worried about anything except enjoying the night

and you

when you hand sneaks under the blanket, he doesn’t even flinch. if anything, he settles in more. his legs spreading just slightly, shoulders sinking deeper into the couch. his arm tightening around you, pulling you closer like he’s claiming space, the presence of your friends slowly fading to the background

he doesn’t even try to stop you. doesn’t even pretend to

instead, he rests his head back against the couch, lips pressing together as he focuses a little too hard on trying to keep his face neutral. deep breathing through his nose, slow and controlled but amused, he knows exactly what you’re doing but he’s also daring you to keep going

“riku” one of your friends calls out; “did you hear what i said?”

he hums, distracted, eyes still on the screen; “yeah” he replies easily. and that’s when you take it a little further

your touch shifts, testing

his composure cracks for a teeny tiny second. his jaw tightens, a quiet laugh slipping out before he can even stop it. he glances at you, a small warning in his eyes but by the way his hand slides down to rest over yours it’s clear there’s not much seriousness behind it

he’s not stopping you, if anything, he keeps you there. he keeps talking to your friends, his voice a little more rough but your friends don’t notice. they never do

but you feel it, the way his hand grabs yours more firmly, the way his body leans into your touch like he’s done pretending to resist

as the movie continues, he completely gives up on trying to keep a distance between you two. pressing small kisses to your temple, smirking like he won in life

“you’re evil” he murmers softly, just for you. he’s not moving away, if anything he just shifts closer, daring you to make it worse.

and judging by the way he relaxes into you, completely unbothered by who’s around, he’s more than ready to see how far you’ll actually take this

tokuno yushi

- yushi loves you for many reasons, one definitely being the way you can treat him so well in all the right ways but he’s definitely a little more reserved in moments like this

- he doesn’t mind a little teasing, absolutely not, but he doesn’t give in immediately. he needs to warm up a little bit. he’s a little too aware of your surroundings, but after a while he’s all loosened up and not even trying to fight you off again

- he’s somewhat decent in keeping his cool but if you know him, it’s not hard to tell what’s going on

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

yushi is calm from the outside, he always is. even when all of your friends are throwing pillows at each other, screaming at the tv (and each other) laughing hysterically at stupid jokes.

he’s just sitting next to you, his hands resting loosely on the blanket, his posture relaxed but proper

he listens, he laughs along, nods every now and then, his eyes soft as the movie plays in the background

you’re pressed to his side, sharing warmth and space, just how you two like it

when your hand slips under the blanket, he stiffens immediately. he looks down, as if he can see through the blanket, then back to the tv, then at you, a quiet - soft panic flickering behind his eyes

without saying anything, he gently lifts your hand away, placing it back on your own lap after softly squeezing it first

you wait. a few minutes later you try again

this time, he exhales slowly, almost like a quiet laugh, his lips pressed together as he grabs your wrist (again) his fingers are warm, soft and hesitant. he shakes his head lightly, eyes pleading, instead of scolding like a please don’t

you smile, a little grin, pulling your hand away.. only to return again not long after

the third time is different. yushi still reaches for your hand out of instinct. but he’s slower now, distracted, conflicted. his grip loosens soon after, his thumb brushing your skin like he forgot what he’s supposed to do

his breath catches, his shoulders tensing as he stares straight ahead, pretending (really hard) like nothing is happening.

but .. he doesn’t remove your hand immediately. and when he does, it’s almost a weak attempt, like he’s fighting his own demons. so you take that as a green light

he goes completely silent after that, even quieter than before. his reactions now more physical rather than verbal; his knee shifting closer to yours, his jaw tightening, then relaxing, then tightening yet again.

his lashes flutter a little when he blinks, his eyes staying closed a little longer than necessary, his expression clearly giving him away even though he refuses to look at you

“yushi” one of your friends calls out; “do you wanna watch the next one too?”

he swallows; “yeah” he answers quickly. too quickly. “that’s fine”

his voice is calm. his face not

his cheeks are slightly pink, his lips are parted just slightly, enough to show how carefully he’s breathing. his hand curling into the blanket like that’s the only thing that’s keeping him grounded

and when you move again, just a little bit, you can hear his breathing getting heavier. eyes squeezing shut before he forces himself to open them again; “..don’t” he whispers, voice quiet and pleading

but he doesn’t mean stop, it’s more like a be careful - gentle

as the movie drags on, yushi leans in closer, forehead pressing against your temple; “you’re really going to get me in trouble” he murmers, a shy smile on his lips, but the look in his eyes clearly not as shy

he stays like that; calm on the outside, flushed and quietly undone beneath the blanket, letting you tease but also trusting you enough to not push it too far. even though a teeny tiny part of him really hopes you do

kim jaehee

- jaehee’s not one to tease you in public or in the presence of your friends, at least not in the way you do to him but he definitely doesn’t mind when you do it to him

- at least, he will always brush you off at first, mostly out of respect and like natural instinct but as the moment goes on you can tell how he’s getting more and more into it

- he’s trying really hard to act normal and pretend nothing is going on and he’s somewhat decent at it but it’s no secret to you how he’s struggling and losing himself in the moment more and more

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

jaehee is always excited for a movie night. he’s laughing loudly, passing snacks around, eyes focused on the tv as the movie plays and the lights are dimmed. he just has that kind of energy that fills the room without trying

you’re next to him, cozied up with a shared blanket, close and warm

he has his arm loosely wrapped around you, his posture still polite as he listens to whatever your friends have got to say every 2 seconds, nodding and smiling easily

he’s always aware of you guys’ surroundings, not wanting to cross a line or make you uncomfortable

when your hand slips under the blanket, jaehee startles. he looks down first, then at you, his eyes wide with surprise. his reaction is almost immediate; he gently takes your wrist, taking your hand away with a sly smile and shake of his head

“hey,” he murmers quietly, almost apologetic; “not now”

so you behave for a bit. at least, long enough for him to relax again, his shoulders and posture loosening up, his smile returning as he laughs at something one of your friends say

he leans back slightly, sinking deeper into the couch, still glowing with that easy warmth

then you try again. this time, he laughs under his breath, flustered, his cheeks already pink. he removes your hand again, but slower now, his fingers lingering longer than intended, like he doesn’t want to let go.

he glances around the room, making sure no one’s watching, then looks back at you with that cute helpless smile.

“you’re bad,” he whispers, but there’s absolutely no bite to it. he hesitates, he’s still holding your wrist, but instead of pulling it away, he stops in his tracks

his smile turns a little shy and flustered, his breath more slow and heavy

he sinks deeper into the couch without realising it

one of your friends says something funny and jaehee laughs, bright and loud like always, but it comes out a little uneven and breathy.

his shoulders relax soon after, giving up, and his grip on you loosens just enough for you to move freely

whenever someone says something, he replies easily, his tone is cheerful like always, but his ears red

he doesn’t stop you tho, he just keeps smiling, eyes glued to the screen, trying to act normal while his knees bounces slightly beneath the blanket

his hand comes down to rest on yours, not pushing you away, just holding on, grounding himself

as the movie continues, jaehee leans into you, head tilting towards your shoulder. his voice is soft when he speaks again;

“later,” he whispers, smiling like he already knows how this will end; “..okay?”

for now, he stays right there. the movie playing, his friends laughing and talking, warmth spilling over, letting himself enjoy what he maybe shouldn’t.. but.. as long as no one notices..

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maeda riku

riku will pretend he doesn’t care because it’s just a hoodie.. right? won’t notice immediately because even after all this time he still has no idea what’s even in your closet because you’ve got so much stuff (as you should) but as soon as you sit down next to him he smells jaehee’s cologne on you instead of your usual flowery scent. will be a bit taken aback by the fact that you’re wearing his friends hoodie because if you were cold you could have asked him for a hoodie, why would you ask jaehee??? he won’t say anything tho and pretends it doesn’t affect him but after a while you can tell he’s a little distant and completely elsewhere in his head. he’s not overthinking in a serious way, he’s just confused. like what was the actual reason behind it. he won’t tell you that he doesn’t like it but you can tell there’s something going on in his mind so when you ask him about it, he’ll probably start whining about how he is your bf and you should be wearing his clothes instead of jaehee’s. you didn’t think it was so serious for him and told him you were only wearing jaehee’s one because you were just in his room playing video games with jaehee and you got cold while your bf was taking a shower. he’s a naturally pouty guy so it probably takes a few kisses here and there for him to really ease into his usual self again

tokuno yushi

yushi is not having it. you’re his gf, why would there ever be any reason for you to wear sakuya’s sweatshirt when there’s plenty to pick from his closet?? as soon as you walk in wearing one of sakuya’s soft pink sweatshirts he immediately notices and starts grumbling about how he can’t believe you’re wearing one of his brothers clothes instead of his. if it’s just about the color he’ll buy you a pink sweater yourself so you won’t have to take saku’s one but apart from that there’s so many colourful items in his closet so why does it necessarily have to be that one color he doesn’t have in his sweater collection. won’t be mad at you tho, he’s just pouty and expresses it in a weirdly frowning way. won’t tell you straight up that he wants you to take it off but he’ll keep muttering about how there are so many items in your own closet or even his and how sakuya has no business giving you one. he won’t admit that he’s jealous but you know that look on his face. at some point you just take it upon yourself to go change. he’ll definitely feel more at ease but he won’t drop the situation immediately, he’ll continue sulking about the whole thing for hours. he won’t directly tell sakuya tho, he doesn’t want to make a big deal out if it even though he’s fighting demons in his head but he’ll definitely make it clear to you that the only shopping spree will be in his closet from now on!!!!

kim jaehee

jaehee doesn’t mind the fact that you want to borrow one of ryo’s shirts. he gets it, ryo is a little smaller and his clothes definitely fit your body better compared to your boyfriend’s size but that doesn’t change the fact that he’d love it more if you wear one of his shirts instead. he doesn’t see a problem with the overall situation tho, he’ll be chill and obviously thinks you look pretty in every single outfit but as soon as the others point out how you fit in ryo’s clothing he starts to overthink it a little. do the others think it’s weird that you’re not wearing his shirt?? should he offer you one of his?? even though you clearly wanted to go for a more fitted look?? do you not want to wear your boyfriends clothes?? he will be the most relaxed about it but might bring it up once it’s just the two of you, just to clarify it for himself. after you reassure him it’s genuinely just because ryo has the perfect size for that slight oversized look you wanted to go for, he’ll definitely be more at peace with his thoughts. will even offer you to go shopping to buy you some new things and might go as far as to ask ryo where he got certain items from so you can look for similar ones yourself. he’s just too sweet to make a big deal out of something so innocent, especially because he knows you love him and at the end of the day it’s just a piece of fabric.

hirose ryo

ryo will be a little whiny tho. what’s wrong with his hoodie?? it’s literally the same color black as the one yushi has, matter of fact he probably has another possible candidate too if only you asked him and looked in his closet. will go full on pouting mode when you casually say that yushi’s one just has the perfect fit and it was exactly what you had in mind for your outfit. will definitely take it personally from yushi’s side- not yours. will deny that he’s jealous but there’s undoubtedly a little heat in his body. will just look at you when you’re standing infront of the mirror, adjusting your outfit and fidgeting with your accessories. he’ll still be mumbling about his sweaters and how yushi can’t just give you his clothes because you’re his gf, not yushi’s. won’t tell you to take it off, especially not when he sees how satisfied you look with your outfit but he’ll keep bringing up the fact that a gf should be wearing her boyfriends hoodie because that’s what couples do, it should be limited to couples only otherwise it’s not special. when you ask him if he wants you to change into something else he’ll literally jump up from his seat, sprinting to his closet to get you one of his hoodies instead. oh and he’ll definitely tell yushi that he’s out of the game, no more hoodies from yushi!!!

fujinaga sakuya

sakuya is unsure how to feel. it’s just a shirt, yeah it’s sion’s shirt and he notices immediately but it’s still just a shirt right..? right??? he’s lowkey unsure if he’s feeling jealous, upset or maybe a little uncomfortable with you wearing his hyung’s shirt. was he supposed to ask you why you’re wearing it or is he crossing a line if he does? his eyes will be fixated on the shirt the whole time tho, yes you looked pretty, but why didn’t you want to wear one of his shirts? should he give them to you in hopes you get the hint and take of sion’s shirt, but what if you don’t like the one that he gives you? might actually overthink the whole situation, mostly because it’s one of his hyungs and they (also unintentionally) have a lot of influence over him, so he’s just not sure what to do about it also because he’s quite literally fighting demons in his head. after some time he’s had enough of the uncertainty and mind racing so he’ll shyly bring up your outfit, fidgeting with his hands, avoiding eye contact as he hopes you won’t be able to see through him and see how much it actually affects him. immediately after you told him that sion actually gifted you this shirt because it didn’t fit him anymore so it’s actually your shirt now. the heavy feeling washed away. he couldn’t help the worry abd overthinking, but now that he knows it’s your own shirt he can finally appreciate how good it looks on you!!!!

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even though yushi is known for his soft spoken personality, he is quite the opposite when his lips find their place on yours. definitely the type to prefer french kissing over american kisses. not very vocally reactive with sounds but his hands tho??? no soft lingering touches as he holds you close to him. no no no. his hands always find their way under your clothes, just wanting to feel your bare skin. you can't miss the way his grip gets more firm as he loses himself to you more and more. part of the ass >>>> boobs club (he doesn't make the rules, he just follows!) loves holding you close with his hands on your ass, unintentionally guiding your lower body into his as he almost desperately leans in closer to deepen the kiss.

kissing yushi is almost like a game of 'spin the wheel' as you never know what kind of direction it might go. his calm demeanor almost makes you forget that he is the same guy that will have you moaning his name when his lips work their wonders on your neck. he LOVES hickies. doesn't intentionally mark you up (especially not after all your whining about how hard it is to cover it up) but he can't hold himself back. the damage had already been done before you could even think twice. something about seeing you covered in hickies just gets him going, it lowkey turns him on as it's a way of showing people that you are his. also big on receiving!!!!! loves the feeling of your lips on his neck. eyes shut closed as your hands are tangled in his hair, slightly pulling his head back to give yourself better access to his neck. can't help the grin on his face when he looks in the mirror afterwards, seeing your little souvenirs on his skin. having to hide it for his manager and other members is a worry for later.

won't 'kiss' you (in full 'yushi-enamored-with-you' style) when others are around. but it's almost impossible to ignore the way his eyes shift their gaze from your eyes to your mouth as he is trying to look like he is not thinking about how amazing your lips would taste, right there and then. no full on sexc hexc time quickies but 1000% down bad for rushed - quick make outs as he follows you to the kitchen to get drinks for you and his members. crashing his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth in an instant, desperate to taste you as it's like a ticking time bomb until one of his members walk in.

making out is definitely his favorite type of foreplay. doesn't take it to fourth base every time it gets more heated and can easily switch back to his calm - quiet stance afterwards. but when you do take it to the next pitch stop; you won't have to do much to have him on his knees for you. your moans into the kiss send literal shivers down his spine. literally nothing matters to him but you and the way your lips move with his.

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yushi is not a morning person (also not a night person but that's a story for another time) he doesn't necessarily 'mind' mornings but he is definitely not one to be wide awake when the birds start singing in their full morning glory. he would rather turn around and fully hide under his blanket for another hour before he could even consider getting up and facing anyone. unless it's you. slow mornings are very rare now his working schedule is more booked than ever. coming home late from practice, he finds you sound asleep. often times having to be up and out of the door before you wake up again, it's almost like you are living past each other, separately but still together?

counting down the days to his next day off, yushi cannot wait to just stay in bed and start the day with you again. usually he would groan and shut his eyes closed again, almost forcing himself to go back to sleep, when he wakes up 'too early' for his liking. but not today; with the sunlight creeping in between the curtains, your bedroom got a very cozy almost romantic feeling to it. he looks over to you, peacefully sleeping next to him. he smiles to himself upon the sight of you rolled up in a blanket like a little burrito. only having your eyes and some hair creeping out from under the sheets. whenever you two fall asleep together, you always start off in a more cuddly; legs tangled up together, arms around each others body as you press your face into his chest kind of position. but full couple core; you both turn opposite ways soon enough, just needing your own space when you drift off to sleep.

yushi can't help the way his lips peeled back in a smile as you shift in your sleep. now exposing your full face to the dim lights of the shafts of sunlight through the window. his hand comes up to your face, pushing some of the hair out of your face with a lingering touch so soft as if he was scared he would break you. he lays down on his left side, untangling you from your stranglehold with your blanket, inviting himself into the warm embrace of your body. his eyes glance over your face as he gently brings his hand up to your face. softly caressing his hand over your cheek, his thumb brushed over the outlines of your lips as he rests his palm on your jaw. eyes scanning every inch of your face, he takes in every detail from the way your eyelashes rest on the surface of your soft skin - to your puffy, almost perfectly glossed lips.

lost in his own thoughts, he looks at your face with his eyes almost burning holes in your skin from the intense stare. "if you take a picture it will last longer" you said, slightly opening one of your eyes. not ready to face the daylight yet, you push your face further into your blanket to hide from your boyfriends strong gaze. laughing at your attempts to nuzzle further in the sheets, yushi pulls the blanket out of your clenched fist. his arms find their way around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. upon feeling the warmth of his body, you cuddle into his chest, legs draped over his, your boyfriends hands holding you close as he draws circles on the exposed skin of your lower back. "..what time is it?" you exhaled deeply. unsure whether it's a satisfied sigh or an exasperating humph, yushi replies; "i don't know" as he was about to turn around to look for his phone; "no. stay." you tightened your grip around his middle with the little power you had in you so 'early' in the morning. yushi laughs, resting his head on yours. his hand comes up and his fingers softly entangle themselves in your hair. "why are you awake already..?" you asked, your breath feeling airy against his clothed chest. "don't know that either" he pulls his arm away for a second as you are shifting positions, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. "mmnot getting up yet" your bf laughs at your words, holding you almost impossibly closer to himself; "that- i do know!"

after some minutes had passed by in what felt like seconds, a little tingling feeling in yushi's arm began to creep up on him. debating with himself if he should just endure it or pull his arm from under your head without trying to wake you up, he slowly stretched his arm behind you, wiggling his fingers in a failed attempt to get rid of the little aching sensation in his arm. upon the sudden lack of touch, you move to rest your head a bit higher up in his neck, your soft breathing sending immediate shivers down his spine. quickly changing your position, he pulled you into his side as he turned to lay on his back. your hand started wandering up and down his chest as you got yourself completely relaxed and comfortable in your boyfriends arms again. one leg up over his as your arm finally came to rest draped around his waist.

he slid his hands under your shirt to feel your bare skin against his. as he started drawing small little figures on your back with his fingers, yushi could feel the way your nose was rubbing against his skin as you started breathing in and out more heavily. getting goosebumps all over your body from your boyfriends touch.

his hands were busy with his fingertips slowly moving up and down your back, a soft feeling yet it feels like every trace of his hand leaves a burning sensation on your skin. his other hand moved up and down your thigh, that was on top of his, massaging the skin with a gentle but firm grip. you snuggled your face further into his neck, with your hands finding it's way to the side of his head, into his hair softly brushing through it. yushi rests his face on top of yours, placing a small kiss on your head as he squeezes your body a little tighter.

your soft and warm breath on his skin was literally testing his ability to keep his own breathing in check. you couldn't help but smile into his neck, you placed a small kiss on the exposed skin. one.. two.. three.. little kisses to which yushi immediately tightens his grip on your leg. you left a little trail of small innocent pecks that quickly turned into longer, lingering touches as you stretched your neck out to get a better angle. yushi couldn't help the little sigh leaving his mouth by the sudden feeling of your wet kisses on his neck. his fingers, almost abruptly stopped moving against your skin, as he pulled his hand back up to get a hold on the back of your head, pushing your face deeper into his neck. the intense feeling of your open mouthed kisses got your bf seeing stars this early in the morning. he is always sensitive to your touch but the way his body reacts to you at this hour of the day is something he can't control even if he tried.

kissing your way up to his jaw, you move your hand that was hugging his waist up to cup his face. turning his head towards yours, you lock your lips with his in a slow and gentle kiss. the second your lips were on his, his hands were all over you. from your hair - to your lower back - to your shoulder - holding you in place in a firm grip. with his other hand moving up and down your thigh, pulling your lower body further onto his. your lips are busy with his, soft and warm, moving in an almost synchronized way. you feel yushi's grip on your thigh getting stronger again, his fingers pressing into your skin. you stretch your neck a bit more to somewhat deepen the kiss, at least; as much as possible from this angle. yushi almost immediately sighed into the kiss, lowering his own head in response. both of you stretching your necks to meet the others lips in the middle.

your whole body reacts to your boyfriends touch like snow melts in the sun, warmth flowing all over your skin with every touch, your mind in complete mist as the only sound filling up the room is your lips whispering sweet nothings to each other.

you feel your boyfriend softly tugging on your leg, more needy to your touch. pulling away just enough to take a breath, you are met with two pleading eyes looking down at you; "i deadass think i will strain my neck like this." yushi rolls his eyes, laughing at you as he pushes your leg off, so he can sit up against the headboard. you sit up straight, dramatically rotating your neck in some resistance stretches; "i swear my bones are cracking up one by one" you laugh as your bf covers his face with both his hands, chuckling to himself. he runs his hand through his hair in a failed attempt to fix his (cute) bed hair, looking at you through his long eyelashes, he raises his eyebrows as he is awaiting your next move. you turn your whole body to your boyfriend, swinging one leg over his, straddling him as you sit down on his lap. his hands immediately finding their way to your hips as he holds you down, your own going up to his hair.

you smile down upon your bf before closing the distance between your faces and lock your lips with his. yushi wipes his tongue over your lips almost as soon as he touches yours. you slightly open your mouth to which he immediately enters to find your tongue with his. your sweet kisses don't last long as it becomes a sloppy mess with your tongues all in each other's mouths fighting for dominance. usually neither of you couldn't care less about who takes the lead. one day, yushi feels adventurous and the next time you feel like you are the chosen one. this time tho, both of you are not in it for a lost battle of power.

grabbing a fist full of his hair, you slightly pull his head back, giving you a better angle to his face. yushi sighs louder than he intended to but by the way you deepened the kiss it was clear he wasn't the only one who was holding back his sounds as a little moan left your mouth when both his hands find their way to your ass. your mouths are moving in an almost perfect synchronized way, as if you were made for each other. the sudden reality hit of your lips on his got yushi literally hearing colors. he missed the way you taste, the way your hands feel in his hair, the way your body weight gently presses on his as he desperately tries to keep you as close as possible. his mind is racing with thoughts of you. he missed you so much, he missed having you close, having you all for himself. he missed your body and the way only you can make him see literal stars. he missed how he could love you and only you. he missed this.

pulled out of his own thoughts, yushi moaned before he even realised the sound left his mouth. your hands are still tangled in his hair as the sudden movement of your hips rolling against his was enough for the man to sigh deeply and fully give in to your touch. his grip on your ass got more firm as he pushed you down against himself again, wanting to feel you more and more. the tension and burning feeling in your stomach was growing as a knot was building up, with you your bf was also getting worked up by the intense energy this early in the morning. he pulls away, breathing heavy as he shifts his attention to your neck instead. open mouthed, messy kisses with his tongue working his wonders against your exposed skin. you couldn’t help the little moan leaving your mouth as you pushed his head almost impossibly deeper into your skin. the pressure he was putting on your skin was definitely going to leave marks later but both you and him were not even thinking about the aftermath as all that matters was here and now.

as the red marks were slowly forming on the surface of your skin, you pulled your boyfriends face back with a little tug on his hair. his eyes were closed and his lips were a little swollen and glossy. you smiled at the view infront of you, you pecked his lips, a quick little peck followed by another one as your lips touch his with a little smacking sound. you giggled as you looked at yushi’s cute pursed lips waiting for your next move. your hands slid their way to both sides of his face as you cup his cheeks in both hands, your thumb prushing over his lips as you smiled, leaning in to connect your lips in a more passionate kiss than the previous ones. almost perfectly in sync, yushi is quick to go with the sudden change of pace and his hands come up to roam around your sides before they find their resting spot on your waist. with his fingers gently rubbing against your skin, goosebumps form all over your skin. your hands are still holding his face as he angles his face to the other side, leaning in more and more with you leaning behind with your back arched against his chest. yushi’s hands start wandering again before he gently taps your thigh, pulling away slightly as you swing your leg back to one side, now sitting shoulder to shoulder.

you don’t have much time to catch your breath or acclimatise (you need it tho) before yushi’s hand is on the side of your face, pulling you back in as he leans over you until your back is fully laying down on the bed. he hovers over you, his weight (mostly) resting on his left arm as his right hand runs up and down the side of your body. slightly lifting up your shirt (his shirt actually hihi) in the process. his fingers feel soft yet so warm as it comes in contact with your bare skin. an almost tingling sensation at the little touch of skin to skin. one of your hand is back in his hair and the other runs up and down his arm, with the same one he brushes past the waistband of your shorts, resting his hand on your hip, with his pinky and ring finger slightly inside your shorts.

you don’t even know how many minutes have passed, time seems to stop whenever you’re in your boyfriend’s arms. an hour feels like minutes and a minute feels like a millisecond. you completely lose yourself when you find yourself in a moment like this. no control over your own body as you move around knowing exactly what the other person wants - needs, complementing each other in the most perfect way. yushi doesn’t even care what is happening in the outside world, when he’s with you all he cares for is you. nothing else matters.