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[devileaterjaek]

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[cutesexyrobutts2]

taki sophitia and ivy from soulcalibur

[koyoriin]

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[seventeensbabye]

I want to know your version of how andteam is when you squirt, BUT.... They don't pull out their dicks when you squirt, that's so hot plzzzz

.ೃ࿔*:･ paring: &team x fem!reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, cockwarming, possessive behavior, spit, hair pulling, slapping (light), marking, rough sex, no pullout, minor choking, dirty talk, degradation mixed with praise, dom/sub dynamics, slight power imbalance, multiple partners (one at a time), CNC themes (consensual non-consent), aftercare implied, dubcon (due to overstim), oral fixation, breeding kink, crying, manhandling, brat taming, restraint, overstim-heavy reactions, size kink, spit kink, spit play, intense eye contact, some crying during orgasm, zero refractory periods (fictional), no plot just filth || word count: 2066 || m.list

yudai: the second he feels your body tighten around him, followed by the slick warmth flooding himt,he doesn’t pull away. no, he buries himself deeper, sinking every inch of his cock into you like he’s claiming territory. his hand slams hard against your hip, fingers digging into your skin possessively, as if marking you so the whole world knows you’re his. he grinds slowly at first, savoring the way your walls flutter and squeeze him, feeling you tremble and shudder beneath his weight. the sound you make, that wet, desperate cry that slips from your lips when you release, it’s like a drug. something he can’t get enough of. his eyes darken with need as he pulls your body flush against his, chest pressing hard into your back, whispering low and rough, “you’re mine, soaked all over me like this. gonna make sure you feel every bit of it.” his hips start to move faster, slamming in and out with a possessive fury, not giving you a second to catch your breath. he’s relentless, chasing every pulse and twitch your body throws at him. you’re drowning in his heat and strength, your slick wetness coating him thoroughly, but he doesn’t care. instead, it fires him up more, making him grip your hips tighter, nipping at your neck, marking you as his. he watches you carefully, eyes burning with possessive hunger, lips parted as he leans down to capture your moans with kisses between his thrusts. he won’t stop until you’re trembling, soaked, and utterly wrecked beneath him. a mess that’s all his.

fuma: he doesn’t pull back; instead, he drives himself deeper, each thrust deliberate and heavy, cockhead brushing that sensitive spot inside you like he’s memorizing every shudder and twitch. one hand locks firmly on your waist, keeping you steady, while the other trails up your side, fingers trailing along your jaw and down your neck. his lips part, voice low and rough, a growl barely contained as he murmurs, “damn… you feel too good. can’t get enough of this.” his hips snap harder and faster, pounding into you with an urgency that matches the heat pooling in his eyes. the wet slickness coating both of you doesn’t slow him down. it only drives him wilder. fuma’s too lost in the moment, chasing the way your muscles squeeze and release around him, the way your breath hitches and your nails dig into his back. every desperate cry, every needy moan, it’s fuel for the fire burning in his chest. he’s relentless, refusing to let you come down from the edge, fucking you through every tremor and spasm until you’re a shaking, gasping mess in his arms. then he leans in close, lips brushing your ear as he rasps, “you’re mine. don’t forget that.” and with that, he buries himself even deeper, claiming you fully while your slickness coats him, marking you like the greedy, possessive man he is.

nicho: slick and wild, coating his cock deep inside you. he doesn’t even hesitate or pull out. instead, he grips your hips tight, the pads of his fingers pressing into your skin possessively as he starts moving slower at first, savoring every shudder and twitch your body gives him. his eyes darken, pupils blown wide with hunger and satisfaction, watching every inch of you tremble beneath him. his hips start snapping harder, powerful and relentless, pounding into you with a mix of patience and fierce urgency like he’s marking you as his own. every wet, desperate moan you let out feels like an invitation to go deeper, to push harder and nicholas never says no to that. his hands roam your curves possessively, sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts, and tracing the line of your jaw before locking back on your hips to hold you steady. he leans forward, lips brushing your neck and whispering low and rough, “you’re mine, soaked all over me like this. don’t forget who’s got you.” he grins darkly, thrusting deep and hard, chasing every pulse and twitch your muscles give him, driving you further and further past the edge. the slick heat between you makes every thrust slick and effortless, but nicholas’s grip is firm, his control absolute. he won’t stop until your legs shake and your breath’s ragged, leaving you trembling and completely wrecked beneath him, dripping with need and satisfaction.

euijoo: ej’s breath hitches hard when he feels your walls clamp around him, hot liquid flooding his cock deep inside. but instead of pulling out, he grips your waist like he’s never letting go, cock sinking deeper with every merciless thrust. his hands roam possessively down your body, fingers pressing into your hips and thighs as he holds you flush against him. his voice drops low, thick with raw need as he rasps, “fuck, you’re too good. can’t get enough of this.” his hips snap fast and hard, relentless, slamming into you like he’s marking you, claiming every inch. the slick heat between you makes every movement slick and wild, but ej’s grip is ironclad, his control fierce. he drags you closer with every thrust, biting into your shoulder as you shudder and cry out. he’s ruthless, chasing every pulse and twitch your body throws at him, driving you higher and higher without pause. you can feel the tension building in his chest, hear the low growls rumbling in his throat as he pushes you to the edge again and again. then he pulls back just enough to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, voice rough as he murmurs, “come on, baby. scream for me.” and with that, he buries himself deeper, fucking you through your orgasms until you’re trembling beneath him,.

yuma: yuma’s playful smirk fades the moment he feels your muscles clamp tightly around him, followed by the warm, wet gush that coats his cock deep inside you. he doesn’t pull out. instead, he yanks you flush against him, pressing chest to chest as his hips slam into yours with brutal force. his hands grip your hips possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he starts grinding hard, slow at first, then faster, matching every shudder you throw his way. his thumb slides down, brushing your clit in rhythm with his pounding, teasing you mercilessly. “so messy already… and i’m nowhere near done, baby.” his voice is low, husky, dripping with need as he buries himself deeper inside you, chasing every pulse, every desperate gasp. you can feel the tension building between you, the heat in his eyes blazing as he tightens his grip, pulling you impossibly closer. he loves how you tremble beneath him, how your moans turn frantic and pleading with every thrust, and he makes sure to push you to the edge. again and again, without mercy. “don’t even think about stopping now.” he growls, fucking you through every quiver until you’re a shivering, soaked mess tangled up in his arms, completely his and dripping with need.

jojo: jo’s breath hitches the moment he feels you clamp down and flood him with warmth, slick and hot around his cock. but he doesn’t pull out. no, he holds you tight, hips snapping deep and hard inside you like he’s marking you as his own. his hands grip your waist possessively, fingers digging into your skin as he leans close, lips brushing your ear with a low, rough whisper, “fuck, you’re drowning me but i don’t give a damn.” he grits his teeth, thrusting relentlessly, each slam sending you closer to the edge. your moans and cries are like a fire to him, and he rides every pulse and tremor your body throws at him, refusing to let up. his hips move faster, more urgent, pounding into you with a fierce hunger, as if the world could end and he’d still be inside you, claiming you fully. his lips trail down your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he murmurs, “you’re mine.” he bites down gently before pushing you back against him, voice thick with need as he drives you through wave after wave of pleasure. your slickness coats him fully, but it only makes him grip you tighter, deeper, fucking you until you’re gasping and trembling beneath him. wrecked.

harua: harua’s breath catches deep the moment he feels your body clench around him and then flood him with warmth, slick and sticky coating his cock. he doesn’t pull out. no, instead he buries himself deeper, slow and steady, savoring every tremble and pulse your body gives him. his hands grip your waist firmly, holding you steady as he starts pumping in and out with measured, punishing thrusts. the low hum vibrating in his throat mixes with your moans, sending shivers down your spine. his eyes close briefly, savoring the way you shudder and cry out beneath him, completely lost to the pleasure he’s giving. “you’re so fucking perfect like this.” his voice is rough and thick with need as he leans down to kiss the nape of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. every movement is deliberate, possessive. his hips pressing harder into yours as he chases your spasms, riding you through every orgasm without pause. he loves the way your slick heat coats him, the way your muscles clamp around him desperately, and he doesn’t want it to end. with every thrust, he pulls you impossibly closer, claiming you like the only thing that matters. your breath comes fast, ragged, and harua keeps going. unyielding, dominant, worshipping every inch of you until you’re a trembling, soaked mess tangled up in his arms, utterly wrecked.

taki: taki’s breath catches when he feels your walls clamp around him, hot liquid flooding his cock deep inside.he grips your hips tight, holding you close like he never wants to let go. every thrust is deep and powerful, slamming into you with a fierce hunger that makes your head spin. his voice drops low and rough, dripping with need as he growls, “you’re too good to stop now.” his hands grip your hips like iron, lifting you slightly, pressing you down with every slam of his hips. the slick mess between you only fuels his fire, making every movement wetter and more urgent. his cock throbs inside you, pulsing with every desperate cry and quiver you give him. he’s relentless, chasing your orgasms like a predator hunting its prey, pushing you higher and higher without mercy. the way you tremble and gasp beneath him only makes him want to own you more fully, claim every inch of you with his relentless thrusts. then he leans in, lips brushing your ear as he rasps, “come on, baby. don’t stop now.” and with that, he buries himself deeper, fucking you through wave after wave of pleasure until you’re a soaked, shaking mess completely his.

maki: maki doesn’t slow down when he feels you squirt. in fact, he fucking loses it. your walls clench around him and soak his cock mid-thrust, and instead of pulling out, he grabs you by the throat and growls, “you think that means i’m done?” he shoves you flat on your stomach, pinning you down with one hand while the other fists in your hair. his pace goes brutal. no rhythm, no mercy, just raw, punishing thrusts that have you screaming into the sheets. the wet squelch of your release fills the room, but maki doesn’t care. he’s not stopping until you’re ruined. his voice drips with mockery, “made a fuckin’ mess, and now you’re gonna lie there and take it.” he presses in deeper, balls slapping against your soaked cunt as he fucks you through every twitch and tremble. you’re crying, legs shaking, body overstimulated. but maki doesn’t let up. if anything, he fucks you harder. you squirt again, and this time he laughs. not soft, but dark and cocky. “yeah, that’s it. cry on my dick. you’re not going anywhere till i say so.” and he means it. he’ll keep your legs open, body trembling, until he’s sure you can’t even remember how it felt to not have him inside you.

© 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒𝖾: 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽.

[moonlitnicho]

ꕤ｡˚⋆ soft mornings, softer you ⋆˚｡ꕤ

✧ a sleepy morning, a clingy boyfriend, and nicholas deciding you’re far too comfortable in his hoodie for him to ever let you leave

✧ nicholas x fem!reader | established relationship, fluff, domestic romance, sleepy cuddles, teasing, soft mornings | wc: 1,500+

✧ author’s note: this is basically just nicholas being obsessed with his girlfriend for 1.5k words ♡

at first, you think you’re dreaming.

warmth pressed against your back, slow breathing near your shoulder, an arm wrapped around your waist like it refuses to let go—

then you feel the slight squeeze when you shift.

oh.

nicholas.

you blink sleepily at the wall in front of you, still half asleep.

the room is quiet, pale morning light slipping through the curtains softly enough that everything still feels warm and blurry around the edges.

you try to move a little.

the arm around you tightens immediately.

“don’t,” nicholas mumbles into the back of your shoulder, voice rough with sleep.

you smile instantly.

“good morning to you too.”

he groans quietly, pressing his face further into your hoodie. “it’s too early for talking.”

“you literally talked first.”

“that doesn’t count.”

you laugh softly under your breath.

he sounds so sleepy it’s almost unfair.

you turn slightly in his arms so you can look at him properly.

big mistake.

his hair is messy in every direction, eyes barely open, cheeks still soft with sleep, and somehow he still looks devastatingly pretty.

your heart immediately folds in on itself.

nicholas notices you staring after a second.

“…why are you looking at me like that?”

“like what?”

“like you’re having a full internal crisis.”

you let out a soft laugh. “maybe i am.”

“why?”

you smile a little into the pillow, cheeks warm. “because you look really cute right now.”

nicholas pauses for a second.

then, very quietly, he pulls the blanket up over part of his face like that somehow fixes the situation.

you stare at him.

“…are you hiding?”

“no.”

“you literally are.”

“it’s too early to be perceived.”

you laugh again, brighter this time, and he peeks at you over the blanket like he physically cannot help it.

there’s something so soft about him in the mornings.

less composed.

less careful.

just yours.

you try sitting up again.

before you can get very far, nicholas catches the sleeve of your hoodie lazily between his fingers.

“where are you going?” he mumbles.

“the bathroom.”

he frowns immediately, still half asleep. “again?”

you blink. “i haven’t gone yet.”

“oh.”

he thinks about that for a second.

then tightens his arm around your waist anyway.

“still. don’t go.”

you laugh softly. “you’re so clingy in the mornings.”

“only because you’re warm,” he murmurs against the pillow.

then, quieter:

“and because i like you a lot.”

his voice is lingering when he says it, like it slips out before he can think too hard about it.

and somehow that makes your heart feel even lighter.

because he says it like it’s nothing new.

like it’s always been true.

like it’s just part of the morning, the same way the sunlight is.

your face warms immediately.

nicholas notices, of course.

he always does.

a small, drowsy smile tugs at his lips. “there it is.”

“what?” you mumble, already trying to hide behind the pillow.

“you getting all shy again.”

“i’m not shy,” you insist, though your voice comes out softer than you mean it to.

you pull the blanket up a little more anyway, hiding your face.

nicholas lets out a quiet laugh and gently tugs it back down just enough to see you.

“don’t hide,” he says, still smiling. “i like seeing you like this.”

your chest melts a little at that.

actually, a lot.

you glance down after a second and realize—

“…wait. this is your hoodie.”

nicholas hums softly, still half asleep. “yeah.”

you blink slowly. “when did i steal this?”

“you didn’t steal it,” he says.

“then why am i wearing it?”

he takes a moment, eyes barely open, like he’s searching his sleep-fogged memory for the right explanation.

“because you said yours didn’t smell like me.”

you go completely still.

“…i said that out loud?”

“mhm.”

your voice drops immediately. “that’s so embarrassing.”

nicholas just smiles a little against the pillow. “i thought it was cute.”

you make a small noise of protest and hide your face in the pillow right away.

he laughs softly and reaches over, fingers brushing your hair back with slow, careful movements.

“you were half asleep,” he murmurs. “you also called me ‘home’ like it was a personality trait.”

“nicholas,” you whine quietly. “please stop remembering things.”

“and then,” he continues anyway, way too pleased with himself, “you took my hoodie and refused to give it back.”

you peek out slightly. “in my defense… it’s really comfortable.”

“i noticed.”

you sit up a little, still hiding half your face. “so this is what our relationship has come to?”

nicholas hums thoughtfully, eyes soft.

“apparently,” he says, “i just get robbed and complimented a lot.”

you finally crack a smile.

“and you’re okay with that?”

he reaches for your hand under the blanket, lacing your fingers.

“yeah,” he says simply. “i’m willing to suffer through it."

you peek up at him finally, and he’s already looking at you.

softly.

like he always does when you’re not paying attention.

your stomach flips a little.

“what?” you ask quieter this time.

nicholas shrugs slightly against the pillow.

“nothing,” he murmurs. “i just really like waking up next to you.”

your entire brain goes completely still.

he says things like that so gently too.

never dramatic.

never forced.

just honest enough to make your chest ache.

“you’re being suspiciously sweet right now.”

nicholas hums a little, still half-asleep. “maybe i just like you.”

you blink at him, caught off guard for a second.

then you smile anyway, like you can’t really help it.

“that’s not a fair answer,” you mumble softly.

he shifts closer under the blanket, “why not?”

“because now i don’t know what to say.”

that makes him smile—small and drifting, but so fond it’s impossible to miss.

his hand finds yours under the blanket again, fingers slipping into yours easily.

“you don’t have to say anything,” he says quietly. “just stay.”

your chest feels warm immediately.

“…i was going to,” you admit, voice softer now.

“good,” he murmurs. “then we agree.”

you glance at him, still smiling a little.

he’s looking at you like this is exactly where he’s supposed to be.

like he wouldn’t want anywhere else.

and somehow, that makes you relax even more into him.

“i never want mornings like this to end,” you say quietly.

his expression softens instantly.

he’s quiet for a moment, then breathes out a small laugh that isn’t really amused—more like he’s trying to believe you.

“why would it have to?” he asks gently.

and this time, neither of you rush to fill the silence after that.

[smidare]

💬 。 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎taki has been hiding you from his members. you find out exactly why. masterlist 𓋰 takayama riki x f!rea⠀ ✶⠀ fluff crack fic elements kissing wc: 2469 don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.

the dorm living room had been rearranged like some kind of interrogation room. the couch was pushed against the wall, three chairs lined up like a panel, and someone had even printed out name cards: k, yuma, harua, nicholas, ej – official &team girlfriend review board.

you sat in the “hot seat,” hands folded in your lap, trying not to laugh or bolt. taki was perched on the arm of the couch behind you, face buried in his hands, ears bright red.

k, lounging sideways in the middle chair with sunglasses on like he was auditioning for a mafia drama, cleared his throat.

“alright, candidate, as taki’s dad i will need you to state your name, age, and blood type for the records.” he started, voice artificially deep. 

before you could answer, you leaned toward taki and whispered, “that’s… your dad? he looks fifteen, taki.”

k’s sunglasses slid down his nose. he looked personally offended.

taki groaned. “he’s not my dad, please ignore him. he’s just the oldest and basically raised me for six years.”

“i am basically your father,” k declared, pointing dramatically. “i put up with your 13 year old angst. that’s parenting.”

ej, sitting on k’s left and clearly the only one taking this semi-seriously, tapped his pen on the clipboard. “moving on. question one: how did you meet taki?”

you smiled a little. “we met at a café near the practice building. he spilled his iced americano all over my notes and then offered to buy me a new drink and a new notebook.”

nicholas, sprawled in his chair with his legs kicked up, smirked. “classic taki move. next question—can you handle him when he gets all quiet and broody after a bad practice day?”

“yes,” you answered without hesitation. “i just put on that one playlist he likes and let him lay on my lap until he feels better.”

yuma gasped dramatically. “she knows the playlist. she’s already ahead of us.”

harua leaned forward, eyes wide and curious. “important one: do you think his aegyo is cute or cringe? be honest, this decides everything.”

you bit your lip, glancing back at taki who was now peeking through his fingers in pure horror.

“it’s…cute?,” you admitted, grinning. “especially when he does it and then gets embarrassed halfway through. i make him do it when he wants something. works every time.”

taki let out a strangled “yah!” and dropped his face straight into your shoulder, muffling a whine.

the room lost it. nicholas cackled so hard he nearly fell off his chair. yuma clapped like he’d just witnessed a miracle. harua’s eyes sparkled with betrayal and delight.

“she weaponizes the aegyo,” harua whispered in awe. “she’s perfect.”

“question two,” ej continued, fighting a smile. “on a scale of one to ten, how willing are you to deal with taki’s members barging into dates, stealing his food, and generally being chaotic?”

you glanced back at taki, who was now hiding behind a pillow.

“eleven,” you answered. “i already survived the time maki tried to third-wheel on a date.”

“listen i didn’t know it was a date,” maki’s voice suddenly piped up the hall doorway. “taki said he was going to hang out with a friend—didn’t think friend meant secret girlfriend.”

taki yanked the pillow off his face, cheeks burning crimson. “what are you doing here—?!”

“oh, i’m here to tease you if needed,” maki answered cheerfully, waving at you. “k-hyung told me there was a ‘super important meeting’ in the living room. i got nosy.”

maki just grinned wider, stepping fully into the living room with zero shame. he plopped down right next to the panel on the floor, legs criss-crossed. “hi again, y/n. nice to officially meet you as taki’s girlfriend. sorry about the third-wheel thing… i’ll send you some photos of taki as repayment.”

taki’s head snapped up so fast you thought he’d get whiplash. “photos?! what photos?! maki, i swear—”

“relaxxxxx,” maki said innocently, already pulling out his phone with an evil little grin. “just the ones where you fell asleep on the practice room floor… and the one where you were using yuma’s butt as a pillow. quality blackmail material. for y/n only, i promise.”

you tried (and failed) to hide your laugh behind your hand. “i’ll take those photos, thank you.”

“traitor,” taki groaned, but he was smiling as he dropped his forehead against your shoulder again, ears glowing red.

“moving on before taki actually melts,” harua said, rolling his eyes. “final question, and this one is from all of us: what’s your long-term plan with our taki? because we’re a package deal. if you break his heart, we’re all showing up at your door with matching sad faces.”

you turned in the hot seat to look at taki properly. he’d gone still, peeking up at you with those big, nervous eyes—the same ones he’d given you that day in the café when he kept apologizing for ruining your notes.

you smiled softly. “my plan is to keep making him playlists, letting him raid my closet, and reminding him he’s not required to be on all the time to be loveable—and yeah… i’ll try to deal with all of you—whatever it takes to always have him by my side.”

the room went quiet for a second—actually quiet, which was rare enough in this dorm that it felt louder than the laughter.

ej’s pen stopped tapping. k’s eyes widened. even nicholas sat up straighter, legs dropping from the armrest. harua and yuma exchanged a soft look, and each gave a nod of approval, maki made a tiny “aww” sound—grinning wide.

taki didn’t hide this time.

he just stared at you, eyes wide and a little glassy, like he couldn’t believe those words had come out of your mouth. his fingers curled tighter into the back of your shirt.

then k cleared his throat, voice suddenly a lot less playful and a lot more gentle.

“…well damn,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “that’s not the answer i was expecting. that’s better.”

ej set his clipboard down for good, a gentle smile breaking across his face. “yeah… that was a really good answer.”

k stood up slowly, pushing the sunglasses all the way up into his hair. for once, the “mafia boss” act was completely gone. “official &team girlfriend review board verdict is in.” he looked straight at you, then at taki. “unanimous. 100%. y/n, you’re officially approved. welcome, my daughter in law.”

you turned to taki again, deadpan. “stillll not convinced he’s not your dad. his vibes are… suspiciously parental.”

taki finally gave up, sliding off the couch to sit next to you and wrap an arm around your shoulders, face still burning. “he’s just k. my very extra, very annoying group member. please don’t leave me because of them.”

a little while later, after the living room had been (mostly) put back together and three different orders of chicken had arrived, the boys were back to their usual loud selves—arguing over drumsticks and flats, blasting music, maki already showing you the promised embarrassing photos on his phone while taki tried to snatch it away.

yuma paused mid-bite, chicken drumstick still in his hand. “wait… where’s fuma and jo? shouldn’t they meet y/n too?”

you leaned back against taki’s side and answered casually, “oh, i’ve met both of them already.”

the boys all paused mid-chaos at your casual reply.

nichola’s chopsticks froze halfway to his mouth. “wait… you’ve already met them?”

maki’s eyes went wide, phone (still open on the photo of taki drooling on yuma’s butt) momentarily forgotten. “both of them? without us knowing? how the hell did that happen?”

taki groaned and hid his burning face in the crook of your neck, arm tightening around your shoulders. “this is why i didn’t want them to do the whole review board thing,” he mumbled against your skin. “they’re going to want to interrogate you about fuma and jo now too.”

k, who was lounging on the floor with a flat chicken wing in hand, raised an eyebrow. “hold on. when did this happen? i thought you kept this from all of us.”

you shrugged with a small smile, leaning comfortably into taki’s side. “he really tried, but fuma caught us at the convenience store near the dorm a couple weeks ago. we were holding hands and he just gave taki this really long, judgmental dad-look and told him to ‘be responsible’ before buying us extra ice cream and leaving. very calm about it.”

nicholas barked out a laugh. “that sounds exactly like fuma.”

“and jo?” harua asked, scooting closer with sparkling curiosity.

you bit back a grin. “jo pretended he didn’t see us at first…then he walked straight into a vending machine because he caught us kiss. after that he just bowed really awkwardly, said ‘congratulations,’ and walked away pretty fast. it was odd, but sweet.”

the entire room lost it again.

ej covered his face with both hands, shoulders shaking. “jo really is just… like that.”

fuma raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “so the secret’s out already.”

jo’s ears were bright red as he peeked from behind fuma. “hi again, y/n…” you waved. “hi, jo. no vending machines this time?”

he gave you small smile before shaking his head.

fuma set the bags down and looked straight at you, then at taki, who was still glued to your side.

“i assume the review board already gave their verdict?” fuma said calmly

“unanimous approval,” ej called out, holding up his clipboard like a trophy. “she passed with flying colors."

fuma gave a small, satisfied nod. “good. welcome to the family, y/n. try not to spoil taki too much. he’ll get bratty.”

“i do not get bratty—” taki started, but you cut him off with a quick kiss to his cheek, making him shut up instantly.

the dorm finally started to settle—sort of. nicholas and maki were still arguing over the last drumstick in the living room. k, fuma and ej had disappeared into the kitchen to clean up,  yuma had claimed the couch for a victory nap, harua had opted to head to his room, and jo quietly retreated to his room too.

you slipped your hand into taki’s and tugged him toward the balcony door. he followed without protest, fingers laced tightly with yours like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go.

the night air was cool and quiet compared to the chaos inside. city lights glittered below, and a soft breeze brushed through your hair. taki gently pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

for a long moment, he just held you in silence, breathing you in.

“…you really meant everything you said in there?” he asked softly, voice barely louder than the distant traffic. “about staying even when we’re loud and annoying…about not needing me to be ‘on’ all the time… all of it?”

you turned in his arms so you could face him, sliding your hands up to cup his cheeks. his ears were still faintly pink from earlier.

“every single word, taki,” you whispered. “i love you and i’ll love you in all your moon phases. if you are loud, quiet, on or off. because its you, its always been you. i want all of it. and yeah—i’ll take the eight chaotic brothers that come with you.”

taki’s eyes shimmered a little. he let out a shaky breath and pressed his forehead to yours.

“i was so scared you’d run away after tonight,” he admitted with a small, shy laugh. “they’re a lot. i’m a lot.”

you smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. “good thing i like ‘a lot.’”

he smiled—that bright, heart-melting one that made his eyes crinkle—and finally leaned in to kiss you properly. it started soft and sweet, but quickly deepened as you tugged him closer by his hoodie strings. one of his hands came up to cradle the back of your head like you were something precious.

when you eventually pulled back for air, taki rested his forehead against yours again, cheeks flushed and smiling like an idiot.

“i still can’t believe you’re real,” he murmured.

from inside the door came a loud, unmistakable yell:

“GROSSSSSSS!”—nicholas and maki, of course.

taki groaned loudly, burying his burning face in your neck. “i’m moving out tomorrow. just you and me. no members.”

you laughed and hugged him tighter. “liar. you’d miss them in two days.”

taki whined against your neck, the sound vibrating warmly against your skin. “shhhh…” but he was smiling—you could feel it in the way his lips curved against your shoulder.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes soft and sparkling under the balcony lights. his hands stayed firm on your waist, thumbs brushing small circles like he still needed to remind himself this was real.

“i love you too,” he said again, quieter this time, like the words were brand new and precious. he leaned in and kissed you again—slower this time, deeper, pouring everything word into it. the city hummed below while his fingers threaded through your hair and his heartbeat thudded against yours.

when you finally broke apart, both of you a little dizzy, taki rested his forehead on yours and whispered, “thank you for choosing me. and for not running away from… all this.”

“i’d choose you in every universe, and never once run.”

taki let out a soft, shaky laugh and pulled you impossibly closer, arms wrapping fully around you like he wanted to melt into you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck again, but this time it wasn’t from embarrassment—it was pure, overwhelming happiness.

“i love you,” he mumbled against your skin, the words warm and repeated like a promise. “so much it feels stupid. i love you, i love you, i—”

the balcony door slammed open without warning.

“OKAY, THAT’S ENOUGH!” nicholas yelled, dramatically shielding his eyes. “we can hear the ‘i love you’s from the living room! my ears are bleeding!”

taki groaned so loudly it vibrated through your chest. “i’m begging you. just five more minutes.”

“five minutes ago it was ten!” k’s voice called from inside. “my sweet sweet daughter-in-law needs to come eat before these children finish everything!”

you laughed and gently tugged taki’s hand. “guess we should go save our food.”

he pouted for half a second, then sighed in defeat and laced your fingers together. before you stepped inside, he pulled you back one last time and pressed the softest, sweetest kiss to your forehead.

“every universe, huh?” he whispered, eyes sparkling. “guess i’m lucky i only have to share you with eight in this one.”

© 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 2026ㅤ ❤︎ㅤ 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 & 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱!

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i wrote this on a whim. i was going to go to sleep and then i got an idea n needed to write it before it left my brain lol !! i hope u enjoy this ,, i loved writing this ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ i love taki i love taki i love taki !!

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