content warnings: boypussy agenda (maki literally has female anatomy), sorta subby maki ig, vaginal fingering, oral (m! recieving but he has a pussy so idk how to tag this), kissing, making out, nothing much aside from that
author's note: bp! teamies have been living rent free ever since @jakehoons-alpha infected my brain with them, and this was born out of pure desperation because there just isn't enough content for it. We've had so many conversations on the topic so fear this is only the tip of the iceberg, but I hope you guys enjoy!
SMUT BELOW THE CUT, MDNI
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Thinking about…
⋆˙⟡♡ bp! Maki who used to be so insecure about having female anatomy. Hating the way it seemed so out of place with how outwardly hypermascline the rest of his appearance is
⋆˙⟡♡ Who turned down every single confession he ever received because he was so terrified of how disappointed they’d be once they realised he “wasn’t really what they wanted”
⋆˙⟡♡ Who slowly grew more comfortable in his own skin after meeting K, Harua, and Nicho, all of whom had the same anatomy as him, but were completely unashamed of it. Being around them helped him realise that ultimately, these things don’t matter. The right people will love you for you, regardless of the body you happen to reside in and, according to Harua, the rest can all fuck off.
⋆˙⟡♡ Still, that uneasiness continued to creep in sometimes, especially once he realised that the pretty girl he’d fallen head over feet for might actually be into him too.
⋆˙⟡♡ Trying to get him to agree to date you was like befriending a wild animal. If you didn’t know any better (and if Nicho hadn’t tipped you off) you’d think he might hate you with the way he seemed to avoid standing too close and refused to really look at you.
⋆˙⟡♡ But then you'd catch him in your periphery, and suddenly it became so clear that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. In the way he seemed to get stuck in your orbit at every group hangout, circling around you like you were the sun. Close but never quite touching, never seeking you out one-on-one, never quite meeting your eyes for fear that it might blind him.
⋆˙⟡♡ It was almost funny when you thought about it. The boy as bright as all the stars, with a smile so warm, scared that your light of all things might burn him.
⋆˙⟡♡ But it was no matter, once you were positive (as Nicho and Harua assured you) that Maki didn't actually despise you, the game was on. And once you started closing the distance he’d so carefully kept, the poor boy didn't stand a chance.
⋆˙⟡♡ Now you're dating, he tries his best to set his insecurities aside. He’d made it a point to tell you about his anatomy early on, and you’d had to stop yourself from laughing and cooing at how adorable he looked when he got all shy and his ears were burning. Biting the inside of your cheek in an attempt to stay serious and assure your boyfriend that you didn’t care if he had a nine inch dick or the prettiest pussy on Earth, you’d love him all the same regardless (and eat either one anyway so-)
⋆˙⟡♡ That had gotten a laugh out of him, at least, and you’d changed the subject almost immediately to something more lighthearted and mundane so he could enjoy the rest of your date peacefully.
⋆˙⟡♡ But now, as you’re both curled up on the couch together with you nestled comfortably in his wide lap, head tipped back so he can trail gentle kisses down your neck, the memory of that conversation flashes through your mind, and suddenly the need to taste him is almost overwhelming.
⋆˙⟡♡ You start slowly, those early days of courtship telling you that it might be best not to startle him. He's not a virgin, that much you know, but he isn't very experienced either. Only having trusted Fuma, a close mutual friend of yours, to be that physically intimate with him when he was still figuring his sexuality out. This would be your first time together, and his first time with a woman, and the last thing you'd want is for him to regret any part of it.
⋆˙⟡♡ So you start by turning your head and threading your fingers through his hair to pull him into a kiss, relishing the half groan, half whine that escapes him when you give his roots a firm tug.
⋆˙⟡♡ He’s so distracted by your mouth that he barely registers the hand reaching down and guiding his to splay over your stomach, or the slight shift of your hips before you grind back against him, the pressure on his pulsing core catching him completely off guard.
⋆˙⟡♡ It isn’t long before he starts to crumble, moaning and sighing into your mouth, begging you to please, please, stop teasing, even if he isn’t entirely sure what you’ll do once you accept that request.
⋆˙⟡♡ And of course you do, because how could you say no to your baby when he’s begging so nicely? Being so perfect without you even having to ask?
⋆˙⟡♡ So of course you turn around, kissing him some more while you work to undo the tie on his pants, dipping your fingers under his waistband to feel the soft give of him under your fingertips.
⋆˙⟡♡ You’ve always loved Maki’s waist, taking a moment to hover there once you’ve slid down onto your knees is natural. Leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses and gentle little bites over his skin as you finish stripping his lower half, giggling at the way he fumbles to help you shove his pants off, only to pause and flush an even deeper shade of pink when he sees the way your eyes sparkle at the sight of his exposed core.
⋆˙⟡♡ He’s beautiful, and you tell him so. Already dripping so much it clings to the thin cotton of his panties as you pull them away from his puffy lips.
⋆˙⟡♡ It’s almost too much for him, those few seconds of silence where you have your hands braced against his inner thighs, holding him open as you admire the way he clenches around nothing. He almost gives in to the impulse to hide. But then you lick your lips and lean in, pressing your tongue flat and licking a stripe up to his throbbing clit before sucking it into your perfect mouth, and suddenly every thought he’d had racing through his head falls completely mute. Head tipped back as a jolt of electricity shoots up his spine.
⋆˙⟡♡ You alternate between fucking into him with your tongue and sucking gently on his clit, discovering that you get the strongest reaction out of him when you do so in short, rhythmic bursts. It almot makes you smile, how vocal he is, how he makes an effort to reach down and brush your hair away from your face despite being completely overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re providing, the way he's apologising a few seconds later when a slightly harsher flick of your tongue has him accidentally tightening his grip on your makeshift ponytail.
⋆˙⟡♡ He nearly whines when you pull away at that, till he feels you ease two fingers between his velvet walls, kissing his thigh and assuring him you don’t mind. Grinning like the cheshire cat at the way he loses whatever he was going to say, hand clamping down on your hair at the same time his walls press down on your fingers.
⋆˙⟡♡ Maki's already more overwhelmed than he’s ever been in his life. Clutching onto you, the couch cushions, anything to ground him once you find exactly what you're looking for, steadily massaging that gummy spot till his vision starts blurring white with stars.
⋆˙⟡♡ When Maki cums on your fingers, you make sure to prolong his orgasm as much as possible, gently massaging his walls and cleaning him up with your tongue–careful to avoid his clit.
⋆˙⟡♡ He’s panting and whining at the loss of fullness when you pull away, but you shush him with a kiss and coax him towards the bathroom to pee and get cleaned up properly.
⋆˙⟡♡ The shower is warm and pleasant as it lands on your skin, and Maki’s hands are gentle as he insists on clinging to you from behind so he can diligently lather up his hands and clean you properly. Partially because he doesn’t want you to see his face when he asks…
⋆˙⟡♡ “You didn’t… you didn’t finish…”
⋆˙⟡♡ You smile, touched by his concern. “I didn’t have to, love, today was about you, and I enjoyed myself so much.”
⋆˙⟡♡ “Yeah?” he asks, gently squeezing your hips.
⋆˙⟡♡ “Definitely,” you say, turning to give him a gentle peck on the lips as you reach for the shampoo.
⋆˙⟡♡ He hums when you signal for him to move slightly out of the spray so you can wash his hair, bending down slightly so you can reach, hands never leaving your waist.
⋆˙⟡♡ “Did you enjoy it?” you ask, quite sure of the answer, but needing to hear him say it nonetheless.
⋆˙⟡♡ “Gee no, I was just moaning and crying and cumming all over your face for show because I heard that’s what all girlfriends do anyway so-”
⋆˙⟡♡ “Maki!” you scold, slapping a soapy hand against his chest.
⋆˙⟡♡ “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughs, pulling you against him for a hug and planting an obscenely loud kiss on the top of your head. “I enjoyed myself… so much…”
⋆˙⟡♡ “Good-”
⋆˙⟡♡ “Soooo much that I’m gonna have to ask you to teach me how to return the favor…”
