liam overhearing gem fucking his much-younger gf in their hotel room cause the walls are so thin and he jerks off to gem’s grunts and her sweet little noises and liam can’t tell who he wants more: gem or his sweet little girlfriend?
(boaf. he can have boaf.)
- 🦊
…jaw fucking dropped. i’m speechless. i’m not kidding this is the most delicious ask i’ve ever received throughout this career oh my god. genuinely put this ask in a museum. please. i hope i did this justice i wrote it late at night and i have so many thoughts about this that they’re all jumbled and stuff but idc this is…omg.. @dykwimean
liam and gem are no stranger to “accidentally” hearing each other with a groupie for the night, both of them pretend not to hear it, to cover their ears and pray that’ll be over shortly…but both of them also pretend to ignore the way their cock strains against their underwear. and they especially ignore their thoughts wondering if it was really him or the girl that was making him so hard…
that was until you came around! gem’s sweet little young gf who had stars in her eyes, and was always so nice and kind to be around. god anyone would be lucky to have you, and liam wouldn’t deny that you were very easy on the eyes. but he also ignored the small pang in his heart whenever he saw gem being absolutely enamoured by you, his smile something softer and gentler, his touch delicate and careful as he caressed your skin, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. he brushed it off as simply wanting that sort of connection with someone, ignoring the way you looked at gem but also ignoring the way gem looked at you.
the walls of the hotel are thin — neither of them are strangers to that. so maybe that’s why gem is fucking you harder, that small thought of knowing liam would hear him bullying his cock inside your cunt had him spurred him one, his grip around your hips tightening as he pinned you down against the mattress. gem wasn’t an idiot, he could see the way liam looked at you. maybe that’s why he felt so angry as he let out another soft grunt, eyes rolling back at the way your walls clenched around him. or maybe it’s the fact that gem wished liam was looking at him like that.
and liam has been wide awake ever since he heard your slutty little voice cry out gem’s name an hour ago, his cock straining so hard against his briefs that it’s starting to hurt. he’s trying to ignore it — the way he can hear the bed rattle against the wall, how he can hear your muffled cries and sobs despite a pillow clearly pressed against your mouth…and fuck the way he can hear gem softly grunt and moan.
against his better judgement, liam slowly slides his hands into his pants, pulling his cock from them. he imagines the way you look pinned underneath gem right now, your back arched so far it might snap with your hands scrambling against the pillows and the sheets and the headboard, desperately trying to keep yourself stable as gem rams his cock inside you. liam lets out a quiet curse under his breath, his cock twitching in his hands as you let out a cry of gem’s name after a particularly harsh thrusts.
“shh, baby,” gem’s voice is hushed, muffled through the wall. “don’t want people hearing us now, do we?”
and fuck his voice is so low and dirty liam almost whines as his hand slides over his cock, a sharp jolt of pleasure zapping through his body. his pace increases, his mind beginning to wonder if he’d sound the same above liam, softly berating him for being so loud…shushing him each time he moaned a little too loud…and god, would he punish him for being too loud?
you’re quivering, body forced into submission underneath gem, your brain so far gone all you can do is moan weakly into the pillow that you both know isn’t doing too well at muffling your cute little cries. gem just chuckles cruelly, his thrusts deep and mean as he pulls another orgasm from your weeping cunt.
“gem—fuuuck, please!”
liam throws his head back at the sound, his hand stroking over his cock a few more times before he’s cumming with a silent moan, shame and embarrassment washing over his body. he pants quietly, feeling a little ashamed after jerking off to the sound of his band mate fuxking his girlfriend next door…but all shame disappears after he hears gem quietly speak through the wall.
“you can give me one more, can’t you baby?”
the real question tho…would the reader be in the middle or would liam be in the middle 👅🫦
Nikolai gets a surprise visit from Johns dad, boom.
Nikolai is a man of many things.
He's a man with great patience, considering how long he waited for John to come to the realisation that the women in his bed are fleeting. He could also be ruthless, knowing exactly how to snap someone's spine in half.
He considers himself a man that knows his lines, and he knows when is the appropriate time to be violent or disgustingly romantic.
At least he thinks so.
It had barely been an hour since the man sitting in the living room had arrived. And Nikolai might just be at his fucking limit with the old man. The bastard had been nothing short of absolutely critical of everything John had done in the past hour. From the way John had apparently 'made his tea' wrongly (Nikolai wasn't even sure what his problem was) to how 'disgusting' and 'snobby' John's apartment apparently was (Half of it was done by Nikolai, he can't help but feel offended at that).
And now John was in the bathroom, locking himself in under the guise of a shower. Nikolai wasn't sure what John's qualifications for a shower was, but he sure as hell knows it doesn't involve mumbling and praying in it. Nikolai sighs, he could hear the gruff voice of the bastard outside in the living room, somehow complaining about how piss poor his son was (didn't he just say that John was snobby and rich? What the fuck).
It has been a disaster since the morning, he thinks. With how John's father had woke them up at 6 in the morning with his incessant knocking, to the thinly veiled disgust and hatred the man seems to contain for his own son. Nik had only narrowly avoided a fight at 7 in the bloody morning by guiding the old bastard out of the door and into some random fancy café out in town.
It must have been karma, he thinks as he walks back out to accompany his hopefully, future father in law. He sits down opposite the man, trying not to seem far too cocky, lest the bastard complains again. He nodded along to the man's questions, smile forcefully strained as he attempted to make conversation with him. He could feel the man's voice chip away at his patience, his fingers almost ticking to just enact some... Fantasies onto the man.
"and who might you be? His roommate?"
That caught his attention, at least. Nikolai smiled, looking into the man with barely concealed annoyance.
"Nyet, I'm his lover, Im afraid."
He hummed, gauging the man's reaction to his statement.
When the first slurs came, Nikolai could only smile. And by the time the threats were spilling out, Nikolai could only throw the bastard out of John's apartment with far too much glee. He left the man in the hallway with a few broken teeth and a few thinly veiled threats to beat his teeth out of his ass the next time he comes around.
The halka halka sa kajal/kohl is so unbelievably hot
I imagine it was Ulfat (a long hc incoming)-
who one day saw Uzair playing with baby Naieem on his baby play mat thing- making the 6 month old go superman and make him dance yk (aare the way you can manoeuvr baby's bodies into making them dance, ik it's hilarious)-
Donga and Siyahi sitting on the ground right there with them- hooting at Naieem (the 6 month old nachaniya😋), throwing monopoly money at him and drinking fake liquor out of those fake kitchen set cups (extremely tiny, pink ones)
Ulfat is legit laughing her ass off at what the trio is doing- she was supposed to go to sleep while they played with her baby- but this shit was too funny to sleep on lol. Then she suddenly got an urge and stood up.
"bhabhi sab khairiyat?" Asked Uzair, Not even taking his eyes off of Naieem- who was giving his toothless gummy smiles -
"Haan haan, tum mere bacche ko nachane pe focus karo"
😋
Then it was hardly a minute before she came back, this time with a small bottle kinda thing in her hands
Uzair barely noticed the danger looming behind him- too busy making his taaza taaza nephew (6 months out of the factory) do the makarena- while singing a very broken version of the song
"Ta- nananiya Na na nanna- AAYE MAKARENA- "
"Uzair."
"Ji bhabhi?"
Bro just turned his head to look at his bhabhi- yelped as she legit put her palm on his cheeks and squished his face to make him look more towards her and shushed him as he made noises of complaint- "bass aaram se idhar nazar rakh- "
She knew Uzair COULDN'T do much because-
1) Naieem was still in his hands (tho he was sitting down on Uzair's thigh, the sense of balance was still off lol, cuz yk, new production, and he could easily topple over if left w/o support)
2) she's his bhabhi
3) she's his brother's wife
4) his brother is rehman daikait
5) tho he knows his brother loves him too- but who was he to come in b/w a pair of husband and his wife
6) he liked living, she guessed.
So ya, Uzair was only able to protest in the form of- "mmmuhmphhhh" as Ulfat expertly opened that bottle with one hand, and pulled out a thin- not so thin black coloured stick from it.
"Bhabhi ye kya kar rahi hai aap?" Donga mustered the courage to ask- tho he was internally going crazy after looking at what face Uzair made just a second ago.
"Inti sundar aankhe hai inki, sooni sooni khatak rahi thi Hume thoda- socha halka sa kajal hi laga dun"
"Lekin kajal to auratein lagati hai, Uzair to mard hai na"- Siyahi asked- actually curious
"Mard? Aaya bada mard ye, Baccha hai abhi Uzair khud- "
"Ooae maasasod" - protested Uzair, words muffled by the soft hands holding his face quite harshly. (Translation- oyee madarchod-)
"Kitni dafa bataya hai ki bacche ke saamne gaali nahi deni?! Chalo abb aanke kholo, aise- badi badi karke"
She mimicked opening her eyes- which Uzair followed- then as she bought the stick near his eyes she started giving him instructions
"I'll put this here, aise, then you can close your eyes shut, phir I'll move the stick okay?"
"Aahuaaetohaaojaeana? "
"Huh?"
She looked at his squished face- then realisation struck her as loosened her hand- "oh, maaf Karen-"
"Aasu aa gaye to kharab ho jayega na?"
"That's SO COOL- KAALE AASU?!" both Donga and Siyahi exclaimed together-
She shook her head in disappointment at the duo.
"Nahi aayega, bhabhi pe bharosa hai na?" She asked as she again tightened her grip on his face again as he nodded his head.
Then slowly, she put the stick on his waterline, and moved it as he closed his eyes- when he opened it, she squinted her own eyes, inspecting and nodding as she was satisfied at the result. Moving onto the other eye and doing the same.
Then she let his face go- his hands immediately going to rub on the assaulted area to sooth it.
"Idhar dekh"- asked donga.
He looked at them with kohl lined eyes, slightly watery so, reflecting light very brightly.
"Kaisa lag raha?" Asked Uzair, getting irritated at the prolonged silence
"....Mashallah.."
Was the only word that came out of their mouths- Ulfat and Uzair collectively raised an eyebrow?? Tho both with different intentions lol
"M- matlab ekdum maacho lagra hai- ekdum arab ka sheikh- "
"Hain?"
Uzair asked excitedly, but this time- lifting up Naieem from his lap and holding him face to face- trying to get a glimpse of his own reflection through the 6 month old's eyes.
"Haan, bahot pyare lag rahe ho. Nazar nahi lagegi saath-e-saath. Aur Sheesha le lo Uzair, ye kya kar rahe ho-" she chuckled as she took Naieem from him, who flapped his arms.
"Har roz lagaya kar-" donga told him- "kya maal lag raha hai-"
"MAAL?!" Both devar and bhabhi shouted-
"AARE MATLAB- "
🦅🦅🦅
Itna lamba kaise likh diya apan ne
The bhabhi devar duo is STRICTLY PLATONIC OKAY?! NO IFS AND BUTS. PERIODT.
A/n: This is for my talented Yuki’s graduation IM SO PROUUUDDDDDDDD!!!
Hey hey hey this is a tickle fic so scroll if yuh don like.
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“1! 2! 3! 4! Spin aaaand UP!”
They were just finishing the last of Beat-boxer.
“Aaaand we’re done guys!” Shouted the dance instructor.
Tired celebration filled the room.
“I’m hungryyyyy…” Whined Haru.
Hyui lifted his head, “Me tooooo…”
“I want ramyeon…” Groaned Yu.
“You always want ramyeon! I want a Milkis…”
Everyone groaned in agreement.
.
.
.
They all collectively looked at their manager with puppy dog eyes.
The manager sighed, “Okay, you guys can go to the convenience store…”
More enthusiastic cheers filled the room. They immediately got up and started collecting their stuff
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They all walked into the nearby conscience store, already discussing what they were gonna get.
“Oh my gosh, I’m honestly buying the whole rack,” Moya joked.
The cashier heard the commotion and sighed, ”Here come’s Nexz…”
“Ayeeeee Hye-jin! How’s the shift going?” Asked Yu, he’s quite the extrovert.
She nodded, a quiet hello, and responded, “Good! What are you guys here for?”
“You knooooooow, after practice snacks!” Geon interjected, hanging his arm around Yu’s neck.
Yuki, who was near the back, saw the interaction between the two. “Wow…they’re really touchy, huh?”
Yuki didn’t grow up in a touchy household. Yeah, he had a close relationship with his siblings, but it’s mostly just a hug here and there.
When he joined Nexz, he never imagined the physical touch that came with it. The members figured that he wasn’t used to it, so they were a bit less touchy with him.
In reality, he was a bit jealous of what the other members had.
Everyone had someone they were affectionate with. Yu and Geon had eachother, Tomoya and Haru were a pair, Hyui and Seita are iconic!
Of course Yuki had a good relationship with all the members, but he wanted them to come to him sometimes.
I mean, Yu and Geon even share a bed! What’s with that? So many things confused him, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want it.
It seemed nice. It seemed fun. It seemed-
“Yuki-yaaaaaa~” Tomoya snuck up behind him, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”
He snapped out of it, “Uh- Just…if I should go with Shin or Buldak!…yeah…”
Tomoya raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction that Yuki was looking in.
”Ooooh..”
Seita passed by, “Come on guys, we’re about to pay!”
Yuki quickly grabbed his snacks and headed to the front. ”Close call…”
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They all walked into their dorm, everyone throwing off their shoes and jackets.
They all rushed to make the food they got, the kitchen slowly crowding up.
Yuki retreated into his room, planning to make his food once the kitchen clears out.
Tomoya saw the boy walking into his room and quickly pulled Yu aside.
“Psst! Yu!” Tomoya dragged him into the hallway.
Yu raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”
“I’ve noticed Yuki looking at you and Geon a lot lately..”
“I mean, yeah? Me too, why?” A concerned look appeared on his face. He assumed that he and Geon were just being too loud.
“I think he wants that affection, you should talk to him. You’d be best for it.”
Yu nodded, understanding the leader’s concern. “Right on it.”
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Yuki was on his bed, scrolling on his phone. ”Ughhhh, when are they gonna get out of the kitchen..?”
Yu strolled into the room, “Yukiiiiii~”
Yuki turned his head to look at Yu, “Hey Yu.”
“Hm…he sounds kinda low energy…How am I supposed to talk about this with him..?” Until Yu got an idea.
Brain. Blast.
Yu plopped on top of him, lying over his back.
“Ah- Yu, what are you doing-!?” Yuki tried to squirm from under his weight.
“Nooooothing~!” Yu slipped his hand under Yuki’s shirt, fluttering his fingers on his side.
Yuki let out a shriek, “AHAH- YUHU YOU LIAR!”
Yu smirked at the younger’s giggles, “What do you mean? This is nothing! Unless a few tickles can trip you up?”
Yuki stifled his laughter, “N-no! I’m nohot- I’m not even ticklish!”
Oh he was lying straight through his teeth.
“Oh really?” Yu questioned, he spidered his fingers high up his shirt, digging into his ribs.
“Snrk- Yu! Stohop it-!”
Yu shook his head, “Why? You’re ’not even ticklish’ right?”
Yuki nodded his head, hiding his head into the mattress, “Not even!”
“What? I can’t hear you, it’s all muffled!”
Yuki groaned and lifted his head. As soon as that happened, Yu wiggled his fingers into Yuki’s armpit. A yelp was forced out of Yuki.
“I don’t know… You sound pretty ticklish to me! Just admit it,” Yu teased.
“Nehever!” Yuki defied.
“Oh trust me, you will eventually.” Yu forced Yuki to turn over onto his back.
Fear struck DEEP into the teenager. Oh Yu was getting SERIOUS.
“WAIT WAIT- Hyung- hyung- wait-“
“Wait for what? This should be a BREEZE since you’re not ticklish. I’m just giving you…a massage!”
Yu’s grin turned downright dangerous.
“You’re so tense, Yuki-ya. I should help you relax!”
Yuki immediately clamped his arms to his sides, trying to trap Yu’s hands. “I-I’m not tense!”
“Oh?” Yu slipped one hand free with ease, sliding it under Yuki’s shirt again, fingers hovering just above his skin. “Then you won’t mind this at all~.”
“…Yu.”
“Yeah?”
“…Don’t.”
Yu in fact did.
His fingers scribbled lightly across Yuki’s tummy, quick and fluttery, like he was barely even trying, which just made it WORST.
“AH- YU-!” Yuki jerked, back arching off the bed as laughter burst out of him before he could stop it.
Yu gasped dramatically. “Oh no! What was that? That sounded like- waitwaitwait…was that laughter?”
“N-nohoho-!” Yuki twisted, grabbing at Yu’s wrist, but Yu only switched tactics, using his other hand to dig gently into his side.
Yuki squealed.
“YU! STOHOHOP-!”
“But I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Yu teased, his tone light and playful as his fingers danced up Yuki’s ribs.
“I’M NAHAHAT-!”
“Then why are you laughing?”
“I’M- NOHOHOT LAUGHING!”
Yu paused for half a second.
Yuki sucked in a breath, *”Finally! He’s stopping-“
Then Yu wiggled all ten fingers into his ribs at once.
“AAHAHAHAHA- YU! PLEHEHEASE-!”
“Yeah, that’s definitely not laughing,” Yu nodded sarcastically. “Totally convincing.”
Yuki kicked his legs, trying to twist away, but Yu had him pinned, his knees on both sides of his torso.
“Admit it~,” Yu sing-songed, switching back to lighter tickles, dragging his fingers slowly down Yuki’s sides. “You’re ticklish!”
“NEHEVER!” Yuki shot back immediately, even as his voice broke into giggles.
Yu blinked.
Then he smirked.
“Ohhh, I understand it now...”
“What- WAHAIT- STAHAHA-!” Yuki squeaked as Yu suddenly scribbled up his stomach again.
“You’re stubborn,” Yu said. “That’s what this is.”
“I’M NOHOHOT-!”
“Mm,” Yu hummed, pretending to think. “‘I’m not’ is a perfect example of being stubborn, but I guess I’ll just have to keep going until I prove it.”
Yuki froze for a second.
Chills.
Down his spine.
“…Wait.”
Too late.
Yu’s hands slipped higher, sneaking under Yuki’s arms-
“YU- NO-!”
Shut it Yuki, I’m tryna tell a story here.
Ahem.
-and wiggled right into his armpits.
Yuki lost it.
“AHHAHAHAHAHAHA- YU-! NOHOHO-!”
“There it is,” Yu grinned, holding him there, fingers squirming relentlessly. “That’s the reaction I was waiting for.”
“PLEHEHEASE-!”
“Admit it.”
“NEHEHEVER-!”
Yu laughed softly. “You’re really committed to this, huh? You could be free!”
Yuki shook his head wildly, laughter spilling out nonstop as he tried (and failed) to push Yu’s hands away.
Yu eased up just a little, just enough for little Yuki to gasp.
…Then immediately switched to quick, poking squeezes along his sides.
“AH-! YU-!”
“Still not ticklish?” Yu teased.
Yuki bit his lip, trying so hard to hold it in this time, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
“…Y-yes…!” he managed weakly.
Yu raised his eyebrows.
“…Wow.”
Yuki blinked, confused—and then Yu’s hands stilled completely.
The sudden absence of tickling made Yuki exhale shakily, his body still buzzing with ghost tickles.
“…See?” he said, a little breathless. “Not ticklish.”
Yu stared at him for a moment.
Then leaned in closer.
“Yuki.”
“…Yeah?”
“Stop lying man.”
And with that, Yu attacked again.
This time it wasn’t light or hesitant, his fingers scribbled everywhere at once, tummy, sides, ribs, you name it.
Yuki shrieked, immediately dissolving into loud, uncontrollable laughter.
“YU-! YUHUHU-! WAHAHAIT-!”
“Nope,” Yu said cheerfully. “We’re past waiting.”
“I CAHAHAN’T-!”
“You can. You just don’t want to admit it.”
Yuki shook his head, even as he laughed helplessly, grabbing at Yu’s sleeves.
“I DOHOHON’T-!”
Yu slowed slightly, his touch turning more deliberate, tracing along Yuki’s ribs, then down his sides again.
“Then why,” Yu said softly, “are you still letting me do this?”
Yuki froze.
Well…as much as he could while giggling.
Damn. He REALLY got him there!
“I-I’m not-!” he started, but his voice wavered.
Yu’s fingers paused again, resting lightly against his sides.
“Yuki.”
“…What?”
“You could’ve pushed me off by now. Stop lying.”
Yuki didn’t answer.
Yu tilted his head and sighed, watching him carefully now instead of teasing.
“…You didn’t want me to stop, did you?”
Yuki’s face immediately flushed.
“I- no- d-don’t get it wrong-!”
Yu gently poked his side again, just once.
Yuki squeaked.
Yu let out a huff of laughter, “…You don’t hate it,” Yu said.
“I do!” Yuki insisted quickly, even as his voice softened at the end. “It’s- it’s annoying- and- and-”
Yu gave him another quick scribble.
Yuki burst into giggles again.
“Aaaaand you’re laughing,” Yu finished.
Yuki covered his face with his hands, still laughing a little as Yu finally slowed to a stop, resting his hands on the younger’s stomach instead.
For a moment, the room was quiet except for Yuki catching his breath.
“…You’re mean,” Yuki muttered.
Yu smiled. “You love it.”
“I don’t-!”
“Yuki.”
The way Yu said his name this time was different…gentler?
Yuki peeked at him through his fingers.
“…What?”
Yu hesitated for a second, thinking carefully, then spoke more softly.
“Why didn’t you just say something?”
Yuki diverted his gaze, knowing exactly what he meant, “…Say what?”
“That you wanted this.”
Yuki blinked. He couldn’t deny it.
But he tried!
He played dumb, “I- what are you talking about?”
Yu leaned back slightly, giving him space now.
“I’ve seen you,” he said. “Looking at us.”
Yuki’s stomach dropped.
He wasn’t just talking about the tickling.
“Oh.”
“Me and Geon,” Yu continued. “Tomoya and Haru. Everyone.”
Yuki turned his head away.
“…It’s not a big deal.”
Yu frowned slightly. “It kinda is.”
“No, it’s not,” Yuki insisted, sitting up now, pulling his shirt down. “You guys are just…like that. I’m not.”
Yu shifted along with him, moving off of him but never taking his eyes off of the maknae.
He furrowed his brows, “Not what?”
“…Touchy,” Yuki said quietly.
Yu tilted his head. “So?”
“So… it’s just…different,” Yuki shrugged, trying to play it off. “I didn’t grow up like that. It’s-…It’s whatever.”
Yu watched him for a moment.
Then he reached out.
Yuki flinched slightly but-
Yu just gently flicked his side.
Yuki squeaked.
“…You are like that, pabo…” Yu said.
Yuki blinked. “What?”
“You laugh. You don’t pull away that much. You don’t actually tell me to stop stop.”
Yuki opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again.
“…I just… didn’t want to be weird about it,” he admitted after a moment.
Yu’s expression softened.
“Weird how?”
Yuki picked at the fabric of his sleeve.
“I don’t know… Like… everyone already has their person, you know?” he mumbled. “I didn’t want to just…insert myself.”
Yu stared at him.
“…Yuki.”
Yuki didn’t look up.
“You don’t have to ‘insert’ yourself,” Yu said. “You’re already part of this. Apart of this group!”
Yuki huffed quietly. “Doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”
Yu didn’t respond right away.
Instead
He leaned forward and suddenly wrapped his arms around Yuki, pulling him into a loose, easy hug.
Yuki stiffened instantly.
“…Yu?”
“See?” Yu said. “Not that hard.” He hugged him tighter.
Yuki hesitated… then slowly relaxed, his shoulders dropping.
“I can’t just…can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“…I don’t know,” Yuki admitted. “It just feels… awkward?”
Yu pulled back slightly, looking at him.
“Then don’t start with hugs.”
Yuki blinked. “What?”
Yu grinned.
“Start with tickling!”
Yuki’s eyes widened. “No-!”
Too late.
Yu jabbed lightly into his side again.
Yuki yelped, immediately curling in on himself with a laugh.
“Yuhuhu! Nohot again!”
“It works,” Yu said, shrugging.
Yuki shoved at him, still giggling. “You’re evil!”
“And you’re ticklish.”
“I’M NOT-!”
Yu raised his hands threateningly.
Yuki immediately leaned back, laughing. “WOAH WOAH! Put those babies down!”
Yu smirked.
“…You like it,” he said again, softer this time.
Yuki hesitated.
Then, very quietly-
“…Maybe.”
Yu smiled.
“And you want us to come to you more?”
Yuki nodded, just a little.
“…Yeah, I do.”
“Okay.”
Yuki looked up at him. “Just okay?”
“Just okay!” Yu repeated simply. “I will.”
“…Just you?” Yuki asked hopefully.
Yu grinned.
“Oh, no. I’m telling everyone.”
“YU—!”
Yuki lunged at him, mortified, but Yu just laughed, easily catching his wrists.
“Relax,” he said. “Not like that. Just… we’ll include you more.”
Yuki hesitated.
“…Promise?”
Yu’s expression softened again.
“Promise.”
There was a brief pause.
Then Yu tilted his head mischievously.
“…But you still haven’t admitted something.”
Yuki narrowed his eyes. “…What…?”
Yu’s fingers wiggled.
Yuki immediately tried to pull his hands back.
“Hey. HEY. HEY-!”
“You didn’t even admit that you were ticklish PERIOD.”
“WHY SHOULD I!?”
Yu lunged.
Yuki shrieked, laughter bursting out again as Yu scribbled into his sides.
“ADMIT IT—!”
“NEHEHEVER—!”
Yu laughed, tackling him back onto the bed as the room filled with Yuki’s uncontrollable giggles once more, but this time, there was no hesitation.
No holding back.
No watching.
Just finally experiencing.
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(Bonus scene)
“Ayeeee Yuki! Wanna play Smash- uh-“
Tomoya walked into Yu and Yuki cuddling on the small bed, clinging to each other like
koalas.
Tomoya smiled at the scene and turned off the lights. “Sweet dreams, you two.”
