going over my fics again for last round editing before posts and i’m looking at my maki fic wondering if i should even post it because… i… it’s a moment. who even wrote that?
a friend said something to me just now that is making me scrap the K fic i had started. i am completely redoing it. im so sorry to the person waiting for the fic but it serious business.
ever had an idea for a fic that you were going to try to use for one member but instantly went "ABSOLUTELY NOT, it is for this other member ONLY" or is that just a weird me thing?
i wanted to post both fics i had worked on last night, but after being awake for 22 hours straight i passed out. i’m so disappointed. hopefully tonight! 🙏🙏
❤︎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀maki comes home after the concert convinced he’s not hot enough, and accidentally takes it out on you. you’re determined to fuck every last insecurity out of him until he finally believes he’s the sexiest man alive.
•⠀ masterlist 𓋰 💬 bf!maki x f!reader ─── ᛫ slight angst, light hurt/comfort, insecurity comfort, unprotected p in v, creampie (unsaid but reader is on birth control), emotional sex, makeup sex, body worship (m. rec), oral (m. rec) ✶ word count. 3671
the airbnb was quiet in that heavy, suffocating way it got after fights. the kind of silence that pressed against your ribs.
you’d gotten the place after maki insisted you come see him for a few dates in japan before they left for the rest of the tour. he’d been so excited on the phone—soft, almost shy when he asked if you could fly in, just for a little while. “i just… want you here. even if it’s only for a few days.” so you came. three nights in a quiet little apartment, with big windows and a bed that took up most of the bedroom. it was supposed to be soft. easy. time to breathe together before the chaos picked back up.
instead, the air felt thick.
maki stood by the window with his back to you, hoodie sleeves pushed up, phone still in his hand even though the screen had gone dark. the post-concert high had crashed hard. you’d watched from the side again tonight—watched the way he grinned bright and confidently as he unzipped his jacket during the rush choreo to show off his toned abs and sculpted pecks. the crowd screamed, of course they did.
but it wasn’t the deafening, feral reaction he’d clearly been hoping for. not the way it sometimes was for the others. you could see it land wrong the second it happened. the disappointment had curdled into something sharper.
he’d been quiet the whole ride back. then one sharp comment turned into another. then another.
“you didn’t even say anything about it,” he muttered now, voice low and rough. “not one thing. you just… smiled like it was nothing.”
you sat on the edge of the bed, heart twisting. “maki, i smiled because i was proud of you. because you looked good. i didn’t know you needed—”
“i didn’t need anything,” he cut in, but it came out too fast, too defensive. he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.
you’d tried to laugh it off at first. told him he was being ridiculous. that you were literally there for him, eyes only on him the whole time. despite your reassurances he was already spiraling.
the words hung there, ugly and raw. you knew he didn’t mean to aim them at you. this was old insecurity talking — the quiet, constant pressure he put on himself to be enough, to be wanted in the way he saw others wanted. but it still stung.
minutes stretched. then you heard the soft clink of a glass set down too hard.
“i’m sorry,” he said suddenly. his voice was low, rough. not the bright, teasing maki everyone else knew. this was the one only you got to see—the one who still sometimes felt like the maknae trying to prove he wasn’t 15 anymore.
you stood up slowly and crossed the small space between you. when you touched his back, he didn’t pull away, but he didn’t lean into it either.
“i didn’t mean to take it out on you,” he whispered, jaw tight. “i just… i worked so hard on that. i just thought… i don’t know. maybe if i showed more, people would finally see me as hot instead of just cute. or whatever the fuck they think i am.” his laugh was bitter. “guess it didn’t work.”
“stupid, right? i know it’s stupid.”
your heart twisted. you turned his body just enough that you could see the faint flush still lingering on his cheeks from embarrassment and leftover stage adrenaline. maki was tall, all long limbs and loud strength, but right now he looked smaller than usual.
“it’s not stupid,” you said softly. “i get it. you put yourself out there and it didn’t feel like enough. that hurts.” you reached up, brushing his hair back so you could see his eyes. they were guarded, vulnerable in a way that made your chest ache. “but maki… you’re wrong. you’re so wrong.”
he swallowed hard, gaze flicking away. “you don’t have to say that just to make me feel better.”
“i’m not.” your fingers trailed down to his jaw, thumb stroking the sharp line there. “i’m saying it because it’s true. every single time you move on stage, i can’t look away. not because of some choreo or abs—because it’s you. the way you smile when you hit a move perfectly. the way your shoulders flex when you’re focused. the little smirk you get when you know you’re killing it.” you stepped closer, pressing your body against his. he didn’t pull away. “and yeah… when you lifted your shirt tonight? i was throbbing, maki. i wanted to drag you off stage right then.”
his breath hitched. the guarded look cracked and a small smile fell upon his face.
you leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “you’re the sexiest man i’ve ever seen. and i’m going to prove it to you until you believe me.”
the kiss started slow—almost hesitant, like he was still waiting for you to change your mind. but when you deepened it, sliding your tongue against his, he groaned low in his throat and finally let go. hands that had been clenched at his sides came up to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. he was already half-hard, the evidence pressing insistently against your stomach.
you walked him backward toward the bedroom without breaking the kiss, fingers slipping under his hoodie to trace the warm skin of his abdomen—the very thing that had started all of this. he shivered when your nails grazed the defined lines there.
“fuck,” he whispered against your mouth. “i love when you touch me like that.”
in the bedroom, clothes came off in layers. you took your time with his hoodie, pushing it up slowly, kissing every inch of skin you revealed. his chest, his ribs, the faint trail of hair leading down. when you dropped to your knees and mouthed at the waistband of his sweats, he let out a shaky breath, fingers threading gently through your hair.
“baby—you don’t have to—”
“i want to.” you looked up at him, eyes locked as you freed his cock. he was gorgeous—long, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking. you licked a slow stripe up the underside and watched his head fall back, throat exposed. “i want to worship you, maki. let me.”
you started slow, savoring every reaction.
your tongue traced the thick vein along the underside, then circled the swollen head, tasting the salty bead of precum that had already gathered. you took just the tip into your mouth at first, sucking gently while your hand stroked the rest of his length in slow, firm twists. maki’s breath stuttered above you. one of his hands stayed tangled in your hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needed the anchor.
“shit… your mouth feels so good,” he breathed, voice already rough.
you hummed around him in answer and took him deeper, letting your throat relax as you sank down until your nose brushed the soft skin at the base. he was thick enough to stretch your lips, heavy on your tongue. you held there for a moment, swallowing around him, then pulled back with a wet drag of your lips before sinking down again. your free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, massaging with your fingertips in the way you knew made his thighs tense.
maki was loud tonight in a way he rarely let himself be—soft curses slipping out between broken praises.
“fuck— just like that… baby, your tongue— god, you’re so good to me…”
you set a steady rhythm, bobbing your head while your hand worked what your mouth couldn’t take. every time you hollowed your cheeks he groaned. when you pulled off to lick slow, messy stripes along the shaft, letting your saliva drip down so your fist could glide easier, his hips twitched forward like he couldn’t help it.
“sorry— fuck, sorry, i’m trying not to—”
“don’t hold back,” you murmured against the head, lips brushing him with every word. “i want all of it.”
you took him deep again, faster this time, letting the wet sounds fill the quiet room. your hand twisted on every upstroke, thumb rubbing just under the head on the way down. the hand on his balls moved lower, pressing gently behind them, and maki’s whole body jerked.
“oh my god— baby, i’m— your mouth is driving me crazy…”
his hips started rolling in shallow thrusts, fucking your mouth in careful little movements. you relaxed your throat and let him, looking up at him through your lashes the whole time. the sight of him—head tipped back, mouth open, that pretty flush spreading down his chest—made heat pool between your legs.
when his thighs began to tremble and his grip in your hair tightened, you didn’t pull away. you kept going, sucking harder, tongue working the underside with every stroke.
“baby— i’m gonna—fuck, i’m gonna come—”
you hummed in encouragement and took him as deep as you could. maki’s moan broke in the middle as he came, hot and thick, spilling down your throat in strong pulses. you swallowed around him, eyes watering slightly but never breaking eye contact, taking every drop until he was trembling. only when he gently tugged at your hair did you pull off, licking him clean with soft, slow drags of your tongue.
he was breathing hard, chest heaving, looking down at you like you’d just ruined him in the best way.
you wiped the corner of your mouth with your thumb and smiled up at him, voice a little hoarse. “you taste so good.”
maki let out a shaky laugh, still catching his breath. “you are crazy.” he pulled you up into his arms and kissed you deep and messy, tasting himself on your tongue. when he finally broke the kiss, his forehead rested against yours, eyes dark and wanting.
you humed, smiling up at him. “crazy about you—”
“come on,” he whispered, voice rough and honest. “need to be inside my favorite girl,”
you didn’t make him wait.
you pushed him back onto the bed and climbed into his lap, straddling his hips.
“no, i wanna be on top.” he said as he flipped you beneath him easily.
maki hovered over you, his tall frame blotting out everything else. the flip had been so easy—big strong arms and core control turning you onto your back like you weighed nothing. it made heat lick up your spine. his cock, still slick from your mouth and his first orgasm, dragged heavy and hot against your inner thigh as he settled between your legs, knees bracketing your hips.
he was breathing hard, eyes dark and a little wild, the post-fight flush still high on his cheekbones. that pretty mouth was parted, and for a second he just looked at you like he was trying to believe this was real.
“you really want me like this?” he asked, voice low and rough. one hand slid down your side, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. “after i was such an asshole?”
you lifted your hips so he could yank them down and off. “i want you exactly like this. angry and sweet and so fucking hot you don’t even know what to do with it.”
you reached up, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “i’ve been wet since go in blind, y’know…then you lifted your shirt on stage during rush, god maki. i couldn’t stop staring at these.” your palms smoothed down his chest, over the firm swell of his pecs, then lower, nails dragging lightly across the ridges of his abs. “wanted to drag you offstage and get on my knees right there.”
a broken sound left his throat. he kicked his own remaining clothes the rest of the way off, then braced himself on one forearm so he could watch your face while his free hand slid between your thighs. two fingers stroked through your folds, gathering the slick that had already gathered there, and he groaned when he felt how soaked you were.
“fuck… all this for me?” he circled your clit once, slow and deliberate, then pushed two fingers inside you without warning. the stretch of his long fingers made your back arch. “say it again. tell me i’m hot.”
“you’re so fucking hot,” you gasped, rocking down onto his hand. “not cute anymore. hot. so fucking hot, ki. the way your body moves, the way your abs flex when you dance, the way you looked tonight when you showed them off—i wanted to climb you like a tree, maki. still do.”
he curled his fingers just right and your whole body jerked. his eyes lit up at the reaction, some of the old insecurity cracking under the weight of your praise. he pumped his fingers a few more times, scissoring them, stretching you open, then pulled them free and lined himself up.
the blunt head of his thick cock nudged against your entrance. he pushed in slow, inch by careful inch, watching every micro-expression on your face like it was the most important thing in the world. the stretch burned, but in the best way. his lock long and thick and perfectly snug against your walls. when his hips finally met yours, he stayed buried deep, forehead dropping to yours.
“god, you feel so good,” he whispered. “so tight around me. like you were made to take me.”
you wrapped your legs around his waist and rolled your hips, urging him to move. “mm maybe i was, my perfect boy. wanna show me how much i’m yours…?”
that was all it took.
maki drew back and thrust in deep, the force of it punching a moan out of both of you. he set a rhythm that was all pent-up frustration and need—deep, rolling strokes that ground the base of his cock against your clit on every downstroke. the muscles in his arms flexed where he held himself up. his abs tightened and released with every snap of his hips. you couldn’t stop touching him—palms sliding over his chest, down his slicked abs, feeling every shift and flex as he fucked you.
“look at you,” you breathed, voice shaking. “so fucking beautiful like this. my strong, sexy boy. everyone in that crowd should’ve been screaming for you tonight. i was. i still am.”
he made a wounded, desperate sound and dropped to his elbows, burying his face in your neck for a second before pulling back to look at you again. his thrusts got harder, faster, the headboard starting to knock softly against the wall. one of his hands slid under your thigh, hiking your leg higher so he could drive even deeper.
“say it again,” he panted. “tell me i’m hot while i’m inside you.”
“you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen,” you moaned, nails digging into his back. “love watching these abs work while you fuck me. love how big you feel. god you are so fucking—hot—mmgh—”
maki groaned like the words had physically hit him. he shifted his angle, grinding right against that gummy spot inside you with each powerful thrust—his free hand slipping between your bodies again to rub tight, fast circles over your clit.
“come on, baby,” he urged, voice wrecked. “come for me. let me feel it. i need it—need to know i can make you feel good after i was such a dick—”
the combination of his cock pounding into you, his fingers on your clit, and the raw honesty in his voice tipped you over fast. your orgasm crashed through you in a white-hot rush, walls clenching hard around him, thighs shaking where they were locked around his waist. you cried out his name, back bowing off the bed.
maki fucked you through it, pace turning a little sloppy as your body milked him. “fuck— fuck, that’s it— so good, baby, so fucking good—”
he lasted only a few more thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt and came with a broken moan, pulsing hot and deep inside you. his whole body trembled with it, arms giving out so he half-collapsed on top of you, face tucked into your neck.
for a long minute the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city outside the window.
eventually maki lifted his head. his hair was a mess, eyes soft and sated, the earlier storm completely gone. he looked younger like this. lighter.
“you really meant all that?” he asked quietly, almost shy again now that the heat had crested. “about me being… hot?”
you cupped his face with both hands and pulled him down for a slow, sweet kiss. “every word. i’m proud of you every single time you’re on that stage, maki. and yeah—when you showed off tonight? i wanted to ruin you. still do. you are lucky that wasn’t the last song or i’d have dragged you backstage for a quick one.”
a small, real smile curved his mouth. he rolled to the side, taking you with him so you were tucked against his chest, one of his long legs thrown over yours. his hand stroked lazily up and down your back.
you stayed quiet for a while, just letting him breathe against your neck. your fingers moved slowly through his hair, gentle and steady. the room was dim now, only the city lights outside the big windows casting soft shadows across the bed. the heavy silence from earlier had changed into something else—something safer.
maki’s voice came out low and a little rough when he finally spoke again.
“i know i’m being dramatic,” he mumbled. “it’s just… sometimes i look at k hyung or nicholas and it’s like they don’t even have to try. they walk on stage and people lose their minds. fuma too. when he takes his shirt off, ugh—he just has that… thing. that presence. and i’m over here still getting called cute or ‘the baby’ even though i’m twenty now. i’m not a kid anymore. i don’t want to be treated like one.”
you kept stroking his hair, letting him get it out.
“i worked so hard on building up my confidence to do that tonight,” he continued, quieter. “the shirt lift. i thought… i don’t know. maybe if i showed more skin, if i looked more confident, people would finally see me differently. not as the maknae. just… as someone hot. someone they could want.” his laugh was small and self-deprecating. “guess it didn’t land the way i wanted.”
you shifted a little so you could see his face better. his eyes were still soft, but there was that old frustration sitting underneath.
“maki,” you said gently, “you don’t have to perform being hot for people to think you are. and you’re allowed to want to be seen that way. it’s not stupid or shallow. you’re allowed to want to feel attractive. especially when you’ve spent years being told you’re the cute one because your the youngest.”
he was quiet, listening.
“you’re not in competition with your hyungs,” you went on. “they have their own thing. but you have yours. the way you move is different. the way you smile when you hit a move perfectly—that’s yours. the way your whole face lights up when you’re proud of yourself. that’s sexy in a way that’s completely you. and yeah, your body is insane now. you’ve grown into it. but even if you never lifted your shirt again, i’d still be stupidly attracted to you. because it’s you.”
maki’s fingers tightened slightly on your waist, like he was anchoring himself to your words.
“i just don’t want to feel like i’m always the one people baby,” he admitted. “even the fans sometimes… they still treat me like i’m fifteen. i want to be taken seriously. as a man. as someone who can be wanted for more than just being the youngest.”
you brushed your thumb across his cheekbone.
“i see you as a man,” you said simply. “i don’t baby you. i flew here because i wanted to spend time with you—not the maknae of &team, just maki. the one who’s still figuring out who he wants to be on stage and off it. that’s the person i’m proud of. that’s the person i want.”
he let out a slow breath, some of the tension leaving his shoulders.
“…you really don’t think it’s pathetic that i care this much about being seen as hot?”
“no,” you said without hesitation. “i think it’s human. you’re allowed to want to feel desired. its your job to be wanted, baby. you’re allowed to want your hard work to be noticed in that way. it doesn’t make you shallow or vain. it makes you twenty and still learning how to hold all the different versions of yourself.”
maki was quiet again for a long moment. then he tucked his face back into your neck, voice muffled but clearer than before.
“i’m really glad you’re here,” he whispered. “even after i was an ass earlier. i don’t know what i’d do if you weren’t.”
you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“i’m not going anywhere. and for what it’s worth… i think you’re already exactly what you’re trying to prove you are. you just don’t see it yet. but i do.”
he hummed contentedly, fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin. the heavy, suffocating silence from earlier had dissolved completely, replaced by the warm, easy quiet of two people who had fought and fucked and found their way back to each other in the same night.
after a while he spoke again, voice drowsy and fond.
“…next time i lift my shirt on stage, you’re gonna tell me exactly what it does to you the second we’re alone?”
you smiled against his chest. “every filthy detail.”
he laughed softly, the sound vibrating through both of you, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
Warnings: alludes to sex, stalking (not really but kinda), "cat and mouse" vibes, honestly let me know if i missed something
note: part of a much longer werewolf lore fic
{MINORS DO NOT INTERACT}
The night surrounded her in a biting cold. She knew she should’ve been waiting in the campus library like he had told her to. She also just wanted to go home, to sleep. She didn’t want to be out of bed for a moment longer. The day was far too long for her, and he was late.
She pulled her jacket around herself as the wind grew a bit stronger. It was now that she began to crave the ease of driving. She should’ve waited more patiently for him to show up. She felt the chill travel up her spine as the only thing she could hear was the sound of the wind and her own feet on the pavement. The world around seemed more quiet than normal to her. Yes, it was late and there wasn’t really anyone around. All other students were probably fast asleep in their dorms, but this quiet felt different… off. Even the street-lights weren't even making the quiet buzzing sound they normally did.
The wind picked up again. It felt different this time, like sight was riding the wind. She turned around just for a moment, wanting to see if someone was walking behind her. She didn’t see anything. She shook the feeling off and kept on her path toward the dorm. She looked down to see that there was a shadow with her. She turned around again to see no one there. She shook it off once more, chalking it up to the multiple streetlights would mess with her eyes. She did pick up her pace slightly. She didn’t want to be outside any longer. The feelings of her surroundings made her too uneasy to walk casually.
A snap behind her startled her. She jolted as she walked. She tried to put on her brave face and keep walking. Another loud sound came from behind her. She couldn’t describe it. It was somewhere between a snap and a bang, but it made her skin crawl. She had to turn around. She wanted to ignore it so much, but she couldn’t.
Nothing. Nothing was there.
She turned back to finish her walk home. She yelped when she ran into a solid body. She screamed in fear when hands grabbed her arms to keep her still. She tried to twist out of the grip of the strong hands.
“Babes! Babe!” The sound of his voice broke the haze of her fear. “It’s me.” She looked up, directly into his amused eyes. “Scare ya?” He smirked.
“You are such a fucking jerk!” She punched him in the chest as hard as she could. She knew it wouldn’t hurt him. He tensed when he saw her wind up to hit him. “Why would you do that to me?” She cried out, filled with anger and remnants of fear.
“You were supposed to be waiting for me inside.” He reminded her.
“So what? It’s punishment?” She asked, still upset with him.
He chuckled, “No. Just proving my point on why you should wait for me, inside, like I asked you to.” She rolled her eyes at the statement as she folded her arms over her chest. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.” He kept the amused look on his face.
“I’m upset with you.” She replied quietly. “You really scared me.” She spoke honestly. She was beyond annoyed with him for playing with her like that. She felt her face heat slightly when she realized him sneaking up on her, messing with her affected her in another way.
“I’m sorry, babes.” He gripped her hand gently and pulled her closer. “I didn’t mean to scare you that much.” She nodded as he pressed a kiss to her hair. He pulled back with a lifted eyebrow, watching her closely for a moment. “Do you have something you want to tell me?” He asked, his teasing tone returning.
“I’m sorry?” She posed it as a question. “For not waiting?” She still seemed unsure of what he meant. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her body tight against his.
He shook his head, “Not that.” She stared up at him still, not knowing what he wanted her to say.
“I love you.” She smiled weakly.
He hummed, “I love you too, babes.” His smirk grew, “But still not it.” She kept her eyes on his, waiting for the moment he let her know what he really wanted. “You liked me scaring you.” He murmured. Her face paled and her body tensed.
“No, I didn’t.” She replied. “It wasn’t very nice.”
“Then why do you smell like you do when I kiss you too long in the kitchen at my house?” His smirk grew to a knowing, canine bearing smile. Her stomach dropped. She hated that he could do that. He tightened his grip, “It only changed when you realized it was me and that you were safe.”
“Stop.” She begged as her cheeks turned red.
“Its okay.” He buried his face in her neck. “I love this smell.” He inhaled deeply, loving the scent she was giving off. “I love what comes next a bit more.” He teased as his teeth scraped against the soft skin of her neck. She nearly whimpered his name. “Wanna play a game?” His chuckle was dark and mischievous.
She pulled away quickly and raised her eyebrow at him again, “What?” He held her body tight to his and kissed her forehead gently.
“I’ll give you…a thirty second head start,” He began. “Run to your dorm. And DON’T let me catch you before your door.” She stared at him with her mouth hanging open slightly. “That smell is getting stronger.” His teasing tone and smirk told her she couldn’t hide her feelings about it. He dragged his nose up from the crook of her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ear. “You’re going crazy over the idea.” His voice sounded more like a moan. “Are you ready?” He asked when her grip on his biceps tightened.
“I have a question.” She nearly squeaked. He stared at her intently. “What happens if you catch me before my door?” His canine smile appeared once more. “Oh my…” She breathed out. “And at my door?” The smile widened and he pulled her pelvis to his roughly.
“You’ll just have to find out, won’t you?” His voice dropped to the register he would use in the morning when he first woke up. “Ready?” He asked again. She nodded quickly. He pressed his lips to hers gently, caressing the small of her back with his thumb to soothe her for the moment. She melted against his chest with ease. “Love you.” He whispered as he backed away.
“Love you.” She smiled that lovestruck smile. The one she wore when he kissed her first thing in the morning while they were in the kitchen, making breakfast and getting ready for the day.
“Run.” His deep, raspy voice broke her moment of serene love. She released him quickly and took off for her building as fast as her legs would carry her.
He watched with his arms folded across his chest. He was amused by how she didn’t even question him about the chase, just the after. He shook his head as he peaked at his phone. More than thirty seconds had passed, but it didn’t matter where he inevitably caught her, it would end the same way.
a/n: at some point i think i will put up a poll on which long fic to put out first. also, if you can guess which member any of these previews are for, i will give you a forehead smooch, or a prize of your choice. MWAH, have a magical day.
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