shigeta harua x reader
word count ⸝⸝ 4k
content warning ⸝⸝ fairy!Harua, human!reader, afab reader, implied customizable fairy dick via sexual essence, exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v.
silke's notes ⸝⸝ i started this idea a while back as a drabble but i felt like i needed to add more to it bc fairy rua is just so dear to me! i initially started writing this for sabby but then i got high off that rua pill ill stop rambling pls enjoy! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ
They had always warned you not to wander around near the forest. ‘It is dangerous’ a villager would tell you, ‘Many monsters lurk around,’ and ‘Whoever goes in never comes back out,’ another would exclaim yet every time you looked toward it—you found yourself doubting their words.
How could something so beautiful be dangerous?
The forest sat at the edge of the village like a living painting. Towering lush, emerald trees stretched towards the sky, wildflowers bloomed in bright, verdant colors along the paths filled with vibrant blooms, luring you into the green woodland.
Like a siren’s song to a sailor, the forest called to you.
It was meant to be a short walk, that’s what you kept telling yourself as your feet carried you in deeper and deeper, just a quick look to satisfy the gnawing curiosity in your chest. You followed a narrow path covered in green grass and sunlight, birds singing overhead while flowers brush against your ankles.
You kept walking into the forest— unaware of how long time has passed, minutes turning into hours ‘til you found yourself standing before a dazzling blue lake. The water sparkled like liquid sapphire beneath the sun, crystal-blue ripples danced across its surface, reflecting fragments of light.
Near the outskirts of it, flowers bloomed in abundance with breathtaking colors, surrounded by all kinds of lively fauna and the sight was enchanting, almost magical, then you saw it — a large pair of wings, fairy wings pink and blue in their hues, their edges pointed upwards as they glittered under the fleeting light.
You instantly hid behind a tree bark.
At first, you couldn’t believe your eyes, but then you leaned a bit to the side to see clearly — soft, blonde hair that had been grown to his shoulders, dainty pointed nose and plush rosy lips. He looked unreal, doll-like in his nature, which almost made you think you were dreaming. His back was covered with the beautiful wings you had glimpsed earlier — big in their size, almost covering his entire figure as they glittered and sparkled under the sun.
His voice was sweet and enchanting, singing to the plants he was tending while rabbits and other young animals surrounded him. He looked like a daydream and you were a keen observer.
Your attention, however, was stolen when you heard a twig snap somewhere close, so you knew you had to leave, your feet hurriedly carrying you out of the forest and back home.
That night, you laid in bed restless, wide awake with the scene you saw playing in your head on repeat — it became extremely difficult to move on from the allure you witnessed.
So, when the sun shined and birds chirped again, you went back in the next time.
Same path, same as the last time — you were hiding behind the same tree bark and watching the beautiful man in the forest live; he sung and tended to the plants around him, fed the animals at his feet, gently pet and cared for them.
This slowly became your routine, a guilty pleasure you indulged in — watching the fairy live his life in the forest, his peaceful home as thoughts of him plagued your mind completely until he became all you could think about.
Until one fateful day, everything changed.
The fairy decided to stop pretending he couldn’t sense you, your watchful eyes were a presence he could no longer ignore. So, when you came to the forest at the same time for the nth time so he started to expect you—keeping his back towards you, luring you into a sense of safety.
Today, he decided to turn around and your breath hitched.
“Show yourself, it’s quite rude to stare, you know?” His words flowed palatably, his doe brown eyes gazing into your own, and you felt exposed — no longer hidden behind the bark you sheltered yourself with, yet you remained unmoved. “There you are.”
He stood up, graceful as the fauna surrounding him shifted, and he walked towards you, majestic and breathtaking in his nature. “You’ve been watching me for a while, what are you planning to do, little human?”
Failing to reply, you shifted on your legs, your cheeks bloomed pink at his confrontational words, hot white embarrassment ran through your veins. “I-I don’t — uh, I apologize for intruding,” you paused for a beat, “It’s just… Hmm… You’re beautiful to look at and it became hard to look away.” You were looking down while the truth spilled out of your lips like the water he poured over his crops — over brimming ‘til it flowed down.
He reached out, nimble fingers finding purchase under your chin, compelling you to look up to him with bright, wide eyes.
“Is that so, little human?” Amusement laced with his words, a small smile curved on his lips and he leaned even closer to you, his warm breath fanning against your face,“you’re not a bad sight for my eyes… I’d say the feeling’s mutual.”
His words only caused your ears to flush even more, your throat bobbing as you swallowed nervously, “t-thank you, uhm …?”
“Harua.”
“Thank you, Harua.”
“And you are…?”
In return, you whispered your name to him, and he repeated it. You thought it sounded sweeter from his lips.
“Hmm, then, next time how about you join me instead of hiding like a intruder?”
His fingers released their grip on your chin, his hand extended out for you to take. You didn’t hesitate, letting him lead you to sit by the lake, surrounded by the very view you admired from afar and yet, you thought, he was the most radiant view of them all.
You sat shoulder to shoulder, conversation flowing smoothly as you talked about everything and anything; he told you about his life in the forest, teaching you the names of the animals he cared for, showed you around his garden and all the crops he was tending to. In exchange, you told him about your life in the village, your home, family and all interesting things you could think of.
Before you knew it, the sun was setting and you had to go back.
“Let me escort you back, it’s the least I can do,” he offered, and you couldn’t refuse him, nodding with rosy cheeks and a subtle smile — he took your hand gingerly, his warmth seeping into your skin causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
“You didn’t have to but, thank you Harua.” He nodded in reply, only letting go when you reached the entrance to the forest and he was sure you can return to the village safely.
Your relationship with him naturally deepened.
You visited everyday and he sat you down with him to talk to you all about his plants, the animals, things he had been trying and many other topics and you listened like always with a soft smile and big sparkly eyes, in sheer awe of his beauty, as well as his care for his surroundings and his knowledge of the forest.
“How about I teach you something today, little human?” he probed, legs stretched when he stood up, pulling you up with him as well.
“What are you gonna teach me, Rua?” Your brows raised and mouth opened in excitement, grabbing his hand and he smiled sweetly.
Harua rested his hand on the small of your back, leading you towards his garden. “Your lesson for today is how to harvest fruits properly.”
You found yourself standing before the berry bushes, waiting for Harua to get his tools and come back to teach you when one of his bunnies brushed against your leg—asking for your attention. You crouched to pet the soft fur.
“Ehm. I think that’s enough of petting Robin,” he grumbled, handing you the basket. “Now, pay attention, this is how to harvest berries.”
His hand reached out to tug delicately at the hanging fruit and placing it in the basket once it was off the branch, then looking at you encouragingly to do the same so you followed his lead and successfully got some berries.
“Aren’t I good at this, Rua?”
“I think you might be a natural, little human.” You beamed at his compliment. “Come here, there are a few strawberries hanging, let’s get those.”
He crouched, a pair of garden scissors in hand as he snipped a strawberry from its branch — turning around to place it in the basket before handing you the scissors, so you crouched right next to him, tongue poking out in utter focus snipping the strawberry just like he did.
“Good job, little human. You’re doing so well.” His words send a flutter in your stomach, ears blooming into their familiar pink whenever Harua dotted on you.
“Look, Rua! Isn’t it pretty? It looks so yummy, I wanna taste it so bad ~”
“Not yet, little human. We need to finish harvesting the rest of the fruits then we’ll wash them and enjoy them together, okay?” You pouted at his words, so he pinched your cheeks teasingly.
You hesitantly nodded after a beat, following him around the garden and copying what he told you to do, the basket filling up with various kinds of fruits.
“Rua, what about your citrus tree?”
“What about it?”
“You keep telling me about it, I wanna see if we can harvest some fruits.”
“It’s not ripe yet.”
“Ruaaa~”
“No, little human. You keep asking about it, but it’s a delicate thing, it needs time to bloom,” he huffed, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance.
“Please, I just wanna see and if there’s nothing I’ll drop it!”
He squinted at you, finding difficulty in believing your words especially with such unwavered eagerness so he reluctantly agreed. “Okay, fine… let’s go check on it.”
Squealing excitedly, you followed him ‘til you both were standing right before the citrus tree — a few oranges hanging ripe from its branches.
“See, I told you!”
With the basket placed on the ground, your now free hand reached out to tug on the orange and it easily came off its place — you went up to him with the said fruit in hand, looking up with wide eyes: “Please, Rua, I think it’s ripe enough, I wanna taste …”
The fairy couldn’t deny you, not when you gave him a saccharine smile that made him dizzy.
With gentle hands, he took the fruit from your grasp and started cutting it with a pocket knife, sharp enough to tear you a slice. He handed it to you — hearts practically spilled from the love he held in his gaze, watching you eat the fruit of his labor with a warm smile while his cheek rested on his hand.
“Try it, little human. Tell me is it good?”
You nodded eagerly, swallowing the mouthful of fruit but mouth still full of the sweet sourness.
“Give me a taste,” he mumbled, hands now resting on your cheeks as he pulled you in for a sweet kiss, lips coated with the syrupy juice of the fruit.
You stood there frozen in shock for a few seconds before your body acted on its own — kissing him back feverishly, relishing in the taste of his lips against yours.
“Mmmh, it’s good. I did well,” he said once he broke the kiss, flashing you a cheeky smile. “Don’t you think so, little human?”
“W-what was that, Rua?” Your hand gripping his shoulder for support, shrouded in dizziness after your intense kiss.
“Tasting the fruit of my labor.”
“You kissed me …”
“Yes, I have, little human,” he paused before adding, “you taste delectable, and I’m not just saying that because of the fruit I gave you.”
“Well, what does that mean for us?”
The harvesting basket alongside the cut orange long forgotten, his hands reaching out to cup your cheeks warmly, his brown eyes staring deeply into your own.
“It means I can grow the finest of fruits in my garden.”
“Rua!” you teasingly slapped his chest, your other hand still holding onto him to keep yourself grounded.
“I jest, I jest. I’m very interested in you, little human and I’d love to keep courting you until the time is perfect for us to be together.” His honesty startles you, red blooming all across your face and skin.
“Yeah … I think I’d like that.”
As more days passed, you grew closer to the enchanting fairy that resided in the heart of the forest.
At some days, when you would lose yourself into each other and time passed without a care — the night settled before you could get home, Harua would offer his place for you to stay, voicing his worries of the dangers that lurk in the forest at night, so you always obliged.
It started slow. He’d offer you his bed while he slept on the hammock until you insisted that he stopped and joined you on his bed instead.
“It’s not comfortable for you, Rua especially with your wings!”
“Little human, you worry too much …”
“Ease my worries, won’t you?” You huffed, pout formed on your lips as you crossed your hands stubbornly so he hesitantly joined you, hands wrapped securely around our waist, warmth blooming in his chest once your pout turned into a satisfied grin.
When you woke up in the morning, missing his comfort, your feet padded softly against his wooden floors ‘til you found him in his kitchen preparing breakfast for the both of you — your teeth sinking into the flesh of your lips to hold back the smile that threatened to reveal itself.
“You’re staring again,” he muttered, focusing on cutting up the fruits and carefully placing them next to the bread he’d baked for you.
“I can’t help it, the view is mesmerizing,” and Harua can practically hear the grin from your tone, turning around to flash you a bright smile.
“You’re not too bad yourself, little human.” The plates in his hands were gingerly placed on the table once you took a seat, and the domesticity of it all sent a flutter down your belly.
You spent the entire morning basking in delightful conversation, the delicious food he prepared and fleeting touches that bloomed red all over your body.
This wasn’t the last time this happened, in fact it became a common occurrence for you to stay the night, held in the fairy’s warm embraced then awaken in the morning to the delectable aroma of his cooking and he made sure to prepare the best meals for you.
Until one night, everything between you shifted.
It was dark out, you both laid by the lake stargazing, your head laid on his chest while his hand rested gently on your shoulder as you pointed out the different shapes you saw yet you can feel Harua’s gaze lingering on you rather the shinning stars.
“Stop staring at me to distract me!”
“Oh, I’m not staring at you to distract you, little human.”
You almost gave yourself whiplash from how hard you moved to look at him, your eyes widened while red heat bled into your cheeks — he looked down to you, a smirk adorning his rosy lips.
“What are you trying to do, Rua?” You eyes fell on them briefly before looking back up.
“Isn’t it obvious?” The space between you decreased, his warm breath mingling with your own, your heart felt like it was about to leap out your ribcage.
Like anyone — or, anything born of the forest, Harua was not as gentle as he looked. He tried to hold it together for you, unwilling to frighten you, and soften his brutish tendencies. Deep down, all he wanted was to kiss you until you were left winded and weakened.
“Do you know what you do to me, little human?” he groaned, his lips were barely hovering against your own while the tension shifted between you both like a pendulum, neither of you making the first move yet.
“How about you show me instead?”
That was until Harua couldn’t hold himself back anymore, ultimately capturing your lips in a searing kiss — it turned wet, sloppy and lewd when his hand moved to rest on the back of your neck.
You pulled away when your chest tightened, the dizzying sensation had you gasping for air — your fingers digging into the welcoming flesh of his shoulder, a method to keep yourself grounded.
“What else would you …” He gulped, looking at you with wide, glassy eyes, “like me to do?”
“I want you to give me all of you, every part, every emotion, your everything. I want it, Rua.”
His hands now settled on cupping your cheeks, “you’re driving me crazy, little human.”
“You like that ~”
“That I do and I’m gonna show you exactly how much I do.” he groaned, his hands now resting on your waist as he flipped you over, his entire figure towering above yours — the lush green grass digging into your supple skin.
Harua leaned down to kiss you feverishly, raw in his desire and you reciprocated. Your hands found purchase draped around his neck, pulling him closer to you in response.
His hands, however, started to wander all over your body. Beginning with your chest, his fingers flicked the hardened peaks, a soft whimper falling off your lips which he swallowed as he kept kissing you. His hands the squeezed your waist, lowering it to settle on your thighs — squeezed the soft flesh gently prompting your legs open.
“Rua~” you moaned so sweetly, like sugar on his tongue, he couldn’t get enough. He needed more.
The fairy’s nimble fingers got to work, tugging your panties to the side and slipping a digit into your wet folds, arousal leaking all over his fingers and down your cunt, your thighs twitching at his ministrations.
“You’re so sweet just from a little kissing, little human,” he said, his tone amused, “do you like me that much?”
You whimpered in response, head thrown back, mouth hanging open while your soft noises echoed through the calm forest.
He slipped another finger, curling just the right ways at the right places to stretch you out enjoying the way you responded to his touches — tears clung to your lashes, your thighs shaking and your grip on his tightening.
A pretty pink flush painted your body, he couldn’t help himself from breaking the kiss to bite the welcoming flesh of your neck.
Legs around his torso as he kissed you hungrily, hands already plunging into you, stealing you of breath and words. “Tell me, little human, how do I make you feel?” He asked, his fingers squelching in and out.
“So good Rua, but not enough. Need more.”
“What do you need? Use your words.” The fairy mumbled against your flush skin.
“Ah, need to cum, Rua.”
The fairy’s gentle hands already went back to plunging into you, stealing you of breath and words, your heart racing as the fire in your abdomen grew — chasing your climax.
Clinging to his shoulders, your hands shook a little bit, and your hips started rocking lazily onto his digits — feeling those bolts of pleasure all over your body, a new wave of need washed over you. The sound of your arousal squelching as his fingers massaged your insides only served to build up your orgasm.
You came all over his fingers, blood rushing to your head. The fairy maintained eye contact as he gathered the wetness from between your legs with his fingers and he started sucking them off with a satisfied hum.
“Fuck, close your eyes for me.”
You obeyed, darkness engulfed your vision, unable to see him smear your arousal all over his lips, breathing heavy, and lean down to kiss you with it leaving you dizzy.
By the virtue of being born from a flower, Harua had little to no experience in intimacy — or so he thought ‘til he had you a whiny pretty mess underneath him.
A quick peek wouldn’t hurt, you thought to yourself, slightly squinting to see his blurry figure towering over you.
He took his wet fingers out, palm facing downwards, he trailed his hand upwards — fairy dust trailing his digits. Using his magic and the remains of your essence that coated his hand to provide you with what you needed.
He unhooked his underclothes, letting them fall to the ground — heat spreading under your skin as he used one hand to keep you spread open for him while the other guided his length to your wetness.
He slid it over your cunt, wetness dripping down and onto your thighs while his hands found their place on your hips.
“Feel good?” Harua asked, his voice was hoarse, “Tell me, is that what you wanted, little human?”
You nodded, your hips rocked to let him slip even deeper into you. “Yes, Rua. I need you inside me, so bad.”
His hips pushed deeper and deeper, ‘til he was buried fully inside you and he was big — the stretch burned, feeling almost addictive from how good it was.
“You can move, Rua. Fuck! please, Rua ~” You started pleading him once the stretch became bearable, crescent-like marks branded on his back thanks to your nails digging into his back.
The fairy didn’t need to be told twice. He started to thrust out then back in, the slow drag driving you crazy, especially when his thrusts were hitting the spot that had you seeing stars.
Every thrust, every push was felt, every drag of his cock against your fluttering walls, watching you intently as your back arched pushing you into him — laser focused on you and only you.
“More, more. Need more, Rua,” you babbled, your moans mixing with his own filling up the quiet night.
“Are you sure you can take more?” He asked, his voice rough and breaths knocked right out of his chest — desperately restraining himself, his spine coiled tightly.
You looked him straight in the eyes, daring, “you know I can.”
That was all it took for the dam gates to break loose.
His fingers tightened their grip on your hips, holding you in place and he was watching you with a piercing gaze — his forehead falling against yours as his pace picked up, thrusts sharpened.
“That’s it then, take what I give you, little human.”
Loud moans escaped your chest freely, toes curling over his lower back, all your could hear was the growing buzz in your ears mixed with his sweet moans — your heart rattling against your ribcage.
Your grip around him was tight like vice, wrapping around him and not letting him go and you both weren’t going to last any longer — not when his thrust became rougher, deeper. The restraint he was holding onto was no longer existent.
Harua was thrusting hard, always hitting that one spot that turned your brain into mush.
“Rua~” his name fell off your lips sweetly, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you. You were so close to your breaking point, the coil in your stomach near unraveling — your orgasm was shattering, feeling it from your cunt to your limbs.
One last thrust lead you to break and fall apart, an orgasm so good you could see white behind your eyelids, his voice becoming feral against your ears, his teeth sinking into the welcoming flesh of your lobe, your walls clamp around him making him moan your name as he came.
Shock waves washed over your body, shaking some more under him just as kept spilling deep inside you, his hand pressing you against the lush grass. You both stayed there for a few minutes, breathing heavily as the silence took over.
You opened your eyes, your hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him close until your noses were touching, rubbing them together lovingly.
“Was it to your expectations, little human?”
“It was perfect, my darling fairy.”
“I’m glad.”
His lips curved into a soft smile, gathering you in his arms and lifting you up to head inside for a much needed shower and a dinner made by yours truly just the way you like.
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hirota riki 'maki' x reader
word count ⸝⸝ 1.8k
content warning ⸝⸝ established relationship, suggestive content (no smut), kissing, lots of skin-ship, he pretty much bends u over the table lol.
silke's notes ⸝⸝ i saw maki in the new grandslam ep and knew i had to do something about it, this piece is also heavily inspired by zayne's "exclusive tutorial" from love and deepspace. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)
The club was quieter than you'd expect for a Friday night, just you, your boyfriend Maki and a few of his friends.
The bar table was filled with laughter, drinks clinking and lively conversation, and somehow it shifted to Maki being the main topic of their talk: "our Maki is such a talented person, not just at singing but you guys should see him play pool… he's a beast!"
"Let me tell you, he's good both on stage and on the pool table."
Maki took a small sip of his drink, ice clinking, "aren't you having too much to drink right now?" His head tilted, seemingly unfazed by being the center of attention. They erupted into laughter, conversation still flowing but his attention now shifted to you solely, leaning in closer towards you, "Do you wanna go somewhere … else?" he whispered.
Your hand now rested on the cool counter top, turning to him with a small smile,"I've never seen you play pool, are you really that good?"
His hands moved to playfully pinch your cheek, "now, you're just ganging up on me…" A pout on his rosy lips that made you smile instinctively.
"All this talk and you still haven't offered me some hands-on learning…"
Trying your best to hide your grin by clearing your throat sheepishly, you put on your best disappointed expression.
"That so, babe? Then will you grant me the honors of teaching you pool?" He offered you his hand to take, warm fingers wrapping around your hand while the other hand rested on your waist — leading you further into the club until you found a secluded room with a pool table in the middle.
Soft music filled the empty room while the low lights reflected off the pool table, colored billiard balls sat scattered — the scent of chalk and wood lingered in the air as you stood beside the empty table.
"Remind me, why are we playing pool all of a sudden?" he asked.
"Because your friends praised your skills but you've never told me about them," you sulked, flashing him a pout.
"They're drunk, they don't know what they're talking about …"
"Oh? but they said you were sooooo good, you're a professional and, it would be nice to get some tips from you."
Maki scoffed, grabbing two sticks, "I can't exactly give you tips, babe, but if you wanna play then I'm down," he replied as he handed you the shorter one before adding with a cheeky smirk — a dimple making itself visible, "this one is more suitable for your height."
You scowled at him, eyes sharp and glaring, "very funny …"
"Have you played before, baby?" he asked, walking over to the table and leaning to check the balls.
"Like once or twice but nothing too serious." The balls were already set up for eight-ball, the most common game type for pool. "Why? are you gonna be strict with me, teacher Maki, sir?" you teased and he looked up to you almost immediately, brows raised in confusion as he gave you a fond scoff.
"Well, you know what they say… strict teachers make outstanding students," a smirk on his lips before he added, "let's start."
You leaned over the table, hitting the ball with baited breath — the sound of the strike ringing across the quiet room, the colored balls scatter across the table in response. "You have good strength, you need to adjust your posture to get better results," he said matter-of-factly.
"Well, how about you help me identify my weak spots with some 'hands-on' learning, sir?" voice honeyed, looking at him with glassy, pleading eyes and he couldn't deny you.
"Let's work on your posture then, baby."
He lightly tapped your back, and you immediately folded, the muscles arching under his touch — your waist bending until it felt like his crotch was against your rear.
"Relax, you're too tense." Maki tapped your forearm with his knuckle, his chest warm against your back. "Relax your arm, just let it bend naturally," his voice dropped a pitch, and you followed his lead, his palm on yours as your head shifted to the left and you could feel his breath getting heavier, the space between you getting tighter.
"Juuuuust like that, you're a natural, baby."
Yet your body began to ache and it was getting harder to keep up this position.
"Maki, it hurts a little…"
"That just means you're doing it right, baby."
You gave him a pitiful look almost similar to a kicked puppy in return.
"You're so harsh, sir."
"Don't tilt your head, you messed up your posture again."
You huffed as he reminded you, annoyance brewing under your skin mixing with the pain of your aching muscles, "well, is there an easier way to do it?"
He paused, finger tapping on his chin as he pretended to think.
"There is… but, are you sure you wanna do it?"
You let out a sigh of relief, nodding eagerly.
"Yeah, let's do it."
"Okay, don't move."
Maki positioned himself behind you, leaning down to reach your hands — his fingers warm as they wrapped around your wrist and his arms wrapped around your midriff, while his chest was against your back. Lowering himself, you could feel his warm breath fanning against your ears, his lips hovering your warm skin.
"Your rhythm isn't right, don't hesitate. You shouldn't be too fast or too slow." His hand completely enveloped your own, the back-and-forth of the stick seems to slow down. "Move it three or four times, then stop when you're the closest to the ball."
Your movement, however, seemed to slow down as your attention shifted — too absorbed by your position that his words dissolved into the background and your attention became laser focused on his presence all over your body. His cologne and warm breath seeping into your senses left you dizzy.
"Are you paying attention? Keep your eyes on the ball." His hands guiding your own, moving the stick yet your hand relents, still distracted. "Snap out of it!"
"Ah, yeah… the stick, um I have to pull it back…"
It was clumsy at best but Maki's hand steadied your own. "Very good, just like that. Now, strike the ball."
You did, causing you to send the ball right into the hole. You gasped, excited, "It's in! Did you see that, Maki? Wasn't that a great shot?"
"I did." He leaned against the edge of the pool table, staring at you with full-blown pupils, looking you up and down — gulping at the sight of you, "try it by yourself now, babe."
You remained the same position he put you in, legs barely holding up as you hit the ball. The shot was a bit on the weak side yet the ball still lazily rolled into the hole under your — and Maki's — watchful gaze.
"Well done," his voice cut through the fog clouding your brain, looking up to him with pleading eyes.
"That's it?" you asked, tone whiny and Maki moved slightly closer to you, your hands reaching out to grab at his shoulder and push him against the table, back against the hard surface, leaving him breathless and surprised — lips open and eyes widened in shock.
"Look, the balls are so far away… I think it's time I use a cue rest." Faux innocence dripped from your words, glossy lips forming a pout while you lightly tapped his shoulder with the stick in your hand.
"Using a cue rest would be an overkill." He looked up to you with hooded eyes, lips forming a smolder, his breathing heavy as his chest rose and fell, he lifted himself up to rest on his elbows. You moved the stick to tug on his tie, slotting it between the fabric and yanking it softly messing up his fit.
"And this is inappropriate," he teased, tilting his head while his lips formed a small smirk, one he was unable to hide.
"I think you're enjoying it too."
Looking down, his grin widened at your words; "I shouldn't have taught you so much."
You leaned close to him, crowding his space while your wandering hands started touching all over his body — gripping his shoulders then slowly trailing all the way down to his lap. Maki was restless, squirming in your hold with rose tinted cheeks and short breaths, his face contorting at the fleeting pleasure from your hands.
Feeling fed up, he sat up straight, brows furrowed as his eyes burned into your own. "Who taught you to use your teacher as a cue rest?" A gloved hand reaching out to rest against your cheek, thumb rubbing the supple flesh softly.
"Well, this cue rest is squirming so much, it's gonna effect my accuracy," you trailed off, instinctively leaning into his warm touch and resting your cheek into his hand. Maki started to get up slowly, his eyes locked into yours, "if you actually wanna learn…" Leaning so close into you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body — cheeks still rosy red, "I can teach you another way—"
Before you could answer, his lips barely inches away from your own, not quite touching but hovering in a dizzying way — making you hold onto his shoulder tightly to try and ground yourself. "Sir, this method… seems to lack 'professionalism'…" you whispered, words falling into his lips.
His eyes dropped to your lips for a mere second before they were looking back into your eyes, his lips forming a small smile. "Weren't you just using me as a cue rest? Talking about 'professionalism'…" His hands moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you right into his chest while his back was against the table.
Maki didn't wait for you to answer, he instead pulled you down for a heated kiss, soft plush lips baring teeth that clash into each other in pure need. Just as you were about to lose yourself in his pleasure, he flipped you both over, swapping your places as he pushed you into the table.
"How about I show you instead?"
He straightened up, grabbing a stick and flashing you a teasing smile. "Watch closely, I'm only gonna do it once." His hands parted your legs, leaning into the table — into your body, stick resting on your shoulder. His chest hovered over yours making his face dangerously close to your own, his hand moving to strike the ball. He made the shot easily, cockiness seeping into his expression.
"Did you pay attention, baby?"
Your hands rested on his shoulders, pulling him down for another heated kiss with the game long forgotten — your desire devouring all of your ability to think, let alone reply, the chills running down your spine making you shiver in his hold.
The kiss was broken of with you both panting and gasping for air, your bodies still flush against each other.
"I don't think I caught that, can you repeat it for me, sir?"
it was one of those nights, you debating on whether you should go to sleep or walk into incoming traffic
suddenly, fem!maki bursts into your room and making you shriek in surprise
she brushes off the barrage of plushies being thrown her way from your act of protecting your territory, her eyes sparkling with a soft look of amazement
“did you hear? venus and jupiter are aligned tonight! come see come see,” she exclaimed and grabbed onto your hand without waiting for a reply
fem!maki drags you into the living room and towards the connected balcony, not sparing a breath as she told you all about the posts she saw online, the planets aligning like a bright arrow in the sky
you let yourself be hit by the cold night air, nipping at your cheeks like a constant reminder as you both leaned onto the balcony railing and looked up at the night sky dotted with the usual winking stars
and tonight, a beautiful astronomical event was happening right on the same blanket of stars you sleep under
it was pretty, yeah, but you weren’t too impressed by it, thinking of dragging fem!maki back into the apartment before either of you would catch a cold
but you stopped in your tracks, stunned by the sight of your roommate gazing up to the same sky you both see everyday
except this time, the two additional planets added into the sparkles of her eyes and making them even more dazzling than usual
the bright night sky gave spotlight to her dimples that were as deep as the universe itself, momentarily stealing your breath
although, none came near to soft smile she had on, her normally sharp features melting into something that screamed great tenderness than you were usually greeted with
“it’s beautiful isn’t it,” fem!maki exhaled, the easy smile breaking into an even bigger one as she continued to gaze into the sky, but you just couldn’t take your eyes off of her
“yeah, it definitely is,” you replied though you wholeheartedly believe that the girl in front of you was even more beautiful than any of the countless stars and planets in this solar system, but she didn’t have to know that
warnings: changes of gender, some explicit content, fem!reader but can be read with gn!reader (no specific characterisation)
a/n: happy pride everyone!! here’s some of my headcanons on our pretty pretty fem!&team as your s/o ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა
kei
loves to go cafe hopping with you to try out different types of specialty treats especially if it’s coffee. i’d like to think she’s more of a laidback girlfriend in which she enjoys just spending time with you as you both finish up work related things but together in peaceful silence. would also bring you shopping to splurge and pamper you as she just loves you sm !! goes to perfumeries so she can concoct the perfect perfume that smells like home, one that smells just like you. kisses you slow and with splendour, hard presses of her lips on yours is enough to melt away all her stress and worries as she embraces you with a delighted sigh. definitely the big spoon during cuddle sessions, sometimes sneaking a hand under your shirt to feel your heartbeat beneath her palm. if you were a dedicated runner as she is, would bring you on her runs; taking in the view during early morning runs side by side, talking about nothing and everything when you both rest to catch your breaths. even with sweat pouring down your back, it never beats the view of seeing a gorgeous woman in her element.
fuma
she’s not too good at this couple thing but she cherishes you very much. let’s you hold onto her arm whenever you guys walk anywhere, her gaze filled with nothing but warmth and affection for you. her perfect date idea includes spending time at home with you on her lap, arms circling your waist as she taps away at the console, her chin resting on your shoulder. sometimes she provides commentary to which you respond softly, the warmth surrounding you making you feel safe and comfortable. on the days that both of you feel a bit adventurous, you both get into the car for a well deserved road trip. sometimes you reach sandy beaches with the taste of the sea in the wind whipping both your faces. at times you find yourself surrounded by undisturbed greenery, a blanket of leaves providing enough shade against the harsh sun. but your favourite of all is when fuma parks the car in a beautiful clearing where the stars blink down on you as she touches and kisses you like the world is all yours, even in this tiny frame of time.
nicholas
with nichol as your gf, expect a lot of shopping dates where she buys you the entire store and more if you don’t stop her. she loves dressing up her doll in whatever clothes she can get her pretty little hands on. she’s very cheeky and naughty so i can see her pranking or surprising you a lot in the future; hiding behind closed doors to jumpscare you, avoiding kissing anywhere but your lips or tickling you until tears bloom from your eyes. just harmless sweet pranks that give life into your relationship. she’s also very possessive as in she has to have her hands somewhere on your body just so that everyone can see that you’re already taken by such a hot girl. kisses you like her life depends on it, hands intertwined in your hair and massaging the back of your neck. is very cranky in the morning especially on days you have work where she tries to seduce you to only pay attention to her. there has been times where you had to call in sick or come into work late when she succeeds.
euijoo
dates with her consists of going to dog cafes to pet the doggos and take goofy pictures with them or going on picnics to the park where she helped pack the sandwiches, apologising that she’ll try to practice more to make you a bento one day. is a very cuddly person so expect to have her wrapped around you, her head resting on your chest as soft snores surround the room. she loves listening to your heartbeat, almost unwilling to sleep without the steady, loud beats as her lullaby that sometimes she just drags you to bed just to lie on top of you. soft kisses and gentle touches are reserved just for you, her eyes filled to the brim with warmth and the subtle edges of love. she loves holding your ass whenever you guys kiss, inserting her hands into your back pockets to feel and fondle with them as she brings your bodies closer together. is a provider !! she likes to be someone who you can lean onto, supporting you in whatever you do and provide you for everything you need.
yuma
very mean and whiny gf. her remarks and comments are as sharp as her canines but she always licks the wound with gentleness and apologies in her eyes. i feel like yuma is someone who would dress you up as sexily as she can and bring you to the club just to parade you around like a show pet, kissing you hard and stupid to anyone who dares to lay a hand on what’s hers. game nights are actual battlefields to be won from how competitive the both of you are that she even resort to such petty tactics to decrease your gameplay; surprise kisses to fluster you whenever you’re ahead, pushing you off the couch with her leg and even trying to sit on you during matches (ended with both of your clothes off and the neighbours complaining the next day). she’s a very touchy and needy person, always looping her arms with yours, rubbing against you just like a cat would and even marking you just for fun. kissing her means disappearing from society for more than hour. her kisses are tantalising slow and filled with all her unspoken words. bites your lips so much that people think you got punched in the mouth after a makeout session
jo
even though she’s very shy, she shows her affection to you in simple gestures. intertwining pinkies when you walk side by side, brushing hair out of your face whenever you’re eating, wiping the corner of your mouth because you’re a messy eater. after getting together, you become her silent muse; small sketches of you on cafe napkins, big portraits with you as the centrepiece and journals filled of your side profiles and laughter frozen in time. you’re both weebs by nature so you go to anime cons, artists lanes and many more conventions stuck next to each other. sometimes you both hit up manga cafes to read the latest editions of your favourite jump shounen and quietly giggle at the other’s inside jokes. jo’s kisses are feather light and unsure at first, her lips trembling against yours asking if this is alright. but after you tell her to be more confident in herself, she pours everything in sure presses of lips and slight nips. she’s a hard worker alright when she suddenly kisses you like she’s done it all her life and not your second time kissing each other.
harua
impulse buyer 1 meets impulse buyer 2. both of you should not be left alone anywhere lest you come back with empty wallets and bags filled with trinkets. though you’re not as bad as harua, she loves to buy you anything that reminds her of you; ranging from bangles, silverware and once a secondhand sylvanian family bunny so you could keep in your pocket (you accepted ofc and called it ruru). i’m a firm believer that harua loves buying stickers just to stick them onto your face for any and every occasion then taking pictures of your cute face with them on. when you’re sleeping, while lounging on the sofa and even while you were scolding her just to shut you up as you were stunned by her actions. you just blinked at her before dragging her into the bedroom and locking the door, her giggles audible from inside. kissing her is like kissing an excited bunny, giddy and always breaking it just to giggle against your lips before pulling you in even closer. she’s draping her entire weight onto your shoulders whenever you guys make out which sometimes results in you almost falling backwards while you both are just doubled in laughter after that fiasco.
taki
affectionate puppy alert !! she’s always doing something for you; either opening every door you cross, massaging your shoulders after a long day at work or piggybacking you when you complain your feet hurt before stumbling and almost making the both of you fall. what can i say? she’s just very acts of service coded. life with her is never boring and usually filled with fun and exciting things. going to arcades to show off her crane game skills, going to amusement parks even though she hates all the rides but went anyways to see your smile and chasing each other on the beach, your footprints left behind in the warm sand as shrieks echoed through the breeze. but sometimes, just staying in at home to play video games, watching scary movies that make goosebumps rise on your forearms or playing board games from the top of the closet, your combined laughter filling the living room is something she cherishes too. taki kisses like she’s always impatient even with you in her arms. too much of her jittery energy spilling out before you take over to calm her down with assurance in the form of kisses all over her face and successfully making her giggle, her heart filled fully with love for you.
maki
not embarrassed in the slightest about being seen with you. some people like to talk about how mismatched the both of you are together but she literally does not give a fuck, even being blunt towards the person. loves to bear hug you from behind, resting her head on your shoulders and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. another affectionate puppy !! brings you to broadways and musicals, commenting on each and every performer then trying to imitate them as soon as you both step out from the theatre. long walks in the middle of the night as she tightens her hold on your hand and bringing it into her hoodie pocket, yapping about her day and the latest gossip about her coworkers. teases you a bunch because she knows your reactions are brutal and stroking her ego, always egging you on to bite back. maki is a very straightforward person which translates well into her kisses. she kisses deep and slow, pouring all her love into your throat with her hands on your neck to push your plush lips even more onto hers. she realises that she’s too demanding and pulls away from you right before you grab onto her collar and crash your lips onto hers once more, her smile big and dimples prominent from far away.
where you look at maki like he hung the stars... 𖹭
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: maki x f!reader
𝑪𝑾: none, only sweet fluff
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2,405 words
𝑨/𝑵: based on this req ! reader is down Bad for maki and a loser (affectionate) + maki is dense as fuck (≖⩊≖) anyway pls enjoy! ☆
sharing the same friend group as maki was definitely luck playing on your side. you've liked him in silence for as long as you could remember, never brave enough to talk to him alone.
you've always admired him from afar, loving his soft and rough qualities, studying him enough that you could draw him from memory. sketch book open on your lap, you shaded in that same short black hair that makes your heart flutter as you imagine running your fingers through it.
shutting your eyes, envisioning him in front of you: those bright, sparkly eyes, defined cheekbones, that mole placed perfectly on his sculpted jaw. you remember every detail of his face from how much you've stared at him; he was just perfect.
you sigh, closing the sketchbook shut as you hunched over your legs, wallowing in your own foolishness.
"hey!" a familiar voice called out your name from behind. you turn, squinting at the source of the sound.
realizing it was harua, you waved him over. he turns around briefly, seemingly talking to other people as he pointed towards you.
they looked at you, and you realized harua wasn't alone—his entire friend group was with him. you couldn't spot him, but that meant that maki was here.
harua excitedly made his way towards you, jo trailing behind him as he waved at you silently with small smile across his face.
you quickly wrapped the sketchbook in the jacket lying beside you, shining a bright smile towards the man that came to you in bunny-like hops.
"what are you doing here? why didn't you call me? i totally would've come here to hang out with you!" harua enthusiastically rambled on beside you, beaming with energy as he held onto your hands tightly.
jo took a seat on the other side of you, bowing his head slightly in a greeting.
"oh, you know," you laugh along, racking your brain for an excuse. "just wanted a quick sweet treat for myself after that awful exam."
you flash harua another smile. he was still holding tight onto your now-clammy hands as he hums in response, ranting about how terrible that exam really was.
the conversation went on, jo chipping in with a laugh or nod every now and then. every passing moment, your frantic mind eased, feeling your body physically relaxing in the chair.
as another laugh escapes you when jo had chimed in with a sneaky joke, a deep voice came up from behind you, running straight through your bones.
"who wanted the regular honey brown sugar latte with oat milk?" you tilted your head back slowly, maki coming into full view as he holds two drinks in his hands, reading off one of them. taki was right behind him, holding his and maki's drinks as he waved at you.
maki's eyes dropped down to you, raising his eyebrows once at you as a greeting with that sweet dimpled grin that stretched across his face before going back to reading the orders.
"that'd be me!" harua raised his hand like he was in class, eager to taste his sweet drink. maki huffed a laugh at his antics, handing him the drink and gave the other to jo, who muttered a silent thank you.
harua let out a soft 'mm' as he tasted his drink, inviting maki to take a seat where he sat right across from you. taki sat beside harua, who sneaked a sip from the taki's drink.
harua recoiled, tongue hanging out in disgust, "that's so bitter! how the hell are you enjoying that?"
"calling a latte with two caramel pumps bitter is insane," taki looks around in disbelief, mixing the drink more and sipping it himself. they argued over the sweetness of their drinks, jo silently watching in astonishment while maki simply went on his phone.
the two continued their banter, fingers pointing at each other as they dissed the other's tastes, but you couldn't hear any of it. your eyes stayed trained on the man who had your heart in the palm of his hands.
his hair, usually styled spiked up, was laying flat against his forehead. he wore a reverse snapback and that big jacket that you knew would fit two people at once.
you rifled through the files of conversation starters that you kept packed away to use when you wanted to talk to someone first, but it all came up blank. your mouth comically opened and closed twice. you thought about calling out to maki multiple times, finally being brave enough to talk to him, yet nothing came out.
jo nudged maki, who looked at him with wide eyes as jo pointed and laughed at harua and taki's antics. maki glanced at them, smile spreading wide as his eyes crinkled from the way his cheeks lifted upwards. his dimples complimented his face so well, teeth shining bright as his lips curled up.
you felt your face soften, heart eyes practically glowing as you watched him laugh.
taki was the first to notice, calling out your name. you jolted in your seat, clearing your throat as your eyes flicked to that teasing grin spread across his face. harua had him in a headlock but also looked at you with eyebrows wiggling.
oh god. they saw you basically drooling over maki, the way you melted in his presence.
you shifted in your seat, clearing your throat once more as you pretended nothing happened, entire face burning as you tried to cool it down with your hands.
"well, that's interesting," jo mumbled, loud enough that maki heard him.
he looked up again, looking around for the source of jo's interest. "what is?" his voice was loud, startling you again when you realized he was looking directly at you.
you wanted to crawl out of your own skin right then and there.
you spared jo a glance, pleading with your eyes for him to keep his mouth shut if he ever actually cared about you. jo shook his head quickly, looking at maki. "uh— n-nothing happened!"
jo looked just as nervous as you, and maki grew even more suspicious of what was going on around him.
"something's up and none of you are telling me." his voice carried a pout. he looked at each of you as you all avoided his gaze.
you wished that on the day you were born, you'd been changed into an ostrich so you'd be able to shove your head into the ground effortlessly, instead of facing the horror right in front of you.
harua glanced around, looking for anything to distract maki. his eyes caught your notebook that sat beside you. he snatched it before you could react, the color draining from your face as he sifted through it.
"nothing, maki! seriously, we were just talking about… how…" harua's words slowed down as he passed the first few notes and was met with the countless sketches and drawings you'd made of maki.
"uh," harua gulped. he wasn't sure which was worse: that he witnessed something he probably wasn't supposed to, or that he'd just screwed you over when maki leaned in curiosity to take a look at the notebook.
you felt your heart drop to your stomach when you saw how close maki was to seeing the pages. but then, taki shoved the notebook to harua's chest.
jo grabbed maki by the jacket and pulled him back to his seat. jo shook his head in disapproval, eyebrows scrunched with an uneasy smile. "we probably shouldn't look through people's stuff, huh?"
harua came back to his senses when taki elbowed his side, his head tilting toward jo who was staring intently at him.
he cleared his throat. "yeah!" his voice came out louder than it was supposed to be. "uhm, yeah, sorry about that."
you let out a sound of approval, accepting the apology. he handed you your notebook, and you took it and shoved it under your jacket once again, hands going back to your rosy red cheeks.
"hey, sorry," maki started. "didn't mean to invade on your privacy like that."
that was the first time he'd talked to you. to you. you almost go stiff, catching yourself as you shake your head, assuring him that it was fine.
he throws a smile at you, going back to his phone.
your body shook slightly from the tiny heart attack you'd just had. your eyes flicked around the café as you tried to forget what had just happened. your breathing was shaky, the heat still present everywhere: ears, cheeks, neck.
you couldn't believe that all of them now knew about your silly crush on maki. not even your closest friend knew because you wanted to keep this undercover. you'd never liked someone so much.
when you first started liking maki, you thought it'd be like any other crush that came and went, none of them lasting more than a week.
except for maki. oh, perfect maki.
your head turned slightly to everyone already past what happened and starting more conversations with each other.
you saw the faint smile that spread across his face when taki let out a weird noise, immediately getting shut up by harua's hand that almost choked him. jo silently laughed as he clapped in amusement at the younger ones' antics once more.
a hint of a smile crossed maki's face again, shaking his head at how ridiculous they could be. you watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way he rolled his shoulders to adjust his jacket back. you wished your eyes could screenshot this moment to save so you could draw him once again, wondering if you could really capture his essence in a painting.
your eyes continued to twinkle towards him as you studied him from top to bottom, oblivious to the way harua kept glancing at you.
"be right back, you guys," maki suddenly said, his thumb pointing toward the bathroom. you nodded, your eyes still following his figure until he disappeared.
"what was that?!" harua whisper-shouted, as if scared that maki could hear him from all the way over there.
"i didn't know you'd do that!" you waved your hands frantically, then covered your eyes as you remembered the doom that almost awaited you.
"hey, you're literally in the wrong here." taki nudged harua once more.
"oh, excuse me for wanting to use her neat-looking notes as a distraction." harua rolled his eyes and sat back with his arms crossed.
jo cleared his throat, his voice small as it came out. "what was in the notebook?"
"don't worry about it—"
"we'll tell you later—"
"SO many drawings of maki!"
you all spoke up together. harua's exclamation being the loudest made you wish the ground would just split open already and swallow you.
taki barked a laugh before wrapping his arms around harua in a headlock this time, surprised at how shameless this guy was being today.
"oh," jo said, looking at you with a small smile on his face, trying to reassure you that it probably wasn't weird.
"you've gotta see them, jo!" harua blurted out, still holding onto taki's arms as they tightened around his neck. "they're such good drawings, too — get off me!"
he elbowed taki in the stomach, the latter letting out an 'oof' as his hold loosened. harua reached for the notebook, sitting closer to you as he invited the other two to take a closer look.
"wait, i don't think opening this in public is a good idea." you tried to shut the notebook, but it didn't budge in harua's hold. "plus, he's just right there."
"don't worry about it, we'll see him when he gets out," harua brushed you off.
you felt the embarrassment grow even more when he got to the first page of the many drawings. maki's side profile took up almost half the page, his nose prominent with a slight smile shining on his face.
"woah, that really is amazing," jo said warmly, his eyes scanning over how detailed the drawing was.
a small smile spread across your face as you fiddled with your fingers, too worried to think about thanking him properly for the compliment.
harua continued flipping through the pages, taki sometimes letting out an exclamation that jo would have to tell him to be quiet as he kept complimenting you multiple times.
you sank further into your seat, cheeks so red you were surprised steam wasn't rising off your head. every flipped page felt like you were laid bare for them to watch—maki's profile, maki's hands, or maki laughing.
"alright, that's enough," you said, tugging the notebook out of harua's grip. "you've all seen enough."
jo patted your shoulder gently. "for what it's worth, i think it's sweet. feels like a one-sided art gallery."
"a creepy art gallery," harua corrected, then yelped when taki kicked him under the table.
you buried your face in your hands. "i'm gonna have to burn that notebook."
you caught a familiar figure walking toward you, maki wiping his hands on his jeans as he made his way back. you nudged them away from you, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks even more.
maki dropped back into his seat across from you and stretched his arms over his head. he sighed, giving you a small smile that you tried your best to reciprocate with a gentle one.
you couldn't bear looking at him when he was looking so directly at you. you dropped your head slightly and looked away once more.
the conversations drifted elsewhere after that. harua talked about his new purchase, passionately gesturing with his hands as the others listened.
you stayed quiet, watching them. watching him. your eyes never left him, losing yourself in your thoughts again when your favorite laugh rang in your ears.
that same soft expression washed over your face. your heartbeats had slowed down but still spiked every time he turned your way.
you leaned your arm on the table, resting your head on your hand, your eyes never stopping their bright sparkle as you watched maki. 𖹭
kitty fem!yuma who is an asshole to you daily but sometimes, her claws retract and she becomes the sweetest thing ever
kitty fem!yuma who hogs the bed and blanket at night but has the nerve to swat your face awake in the morning so you’ll go feed her
kitty fem!yuma who hisses and bats at you whenever you come back home, the lingering mixture of other people’s scents on you making her wrinkle her nose
kitty fem!yuma who playfully knocks over anything within her reach; a mug filled with water, your hair tie on the dresser, your phone when you’re not paying her enough attention
kitty fem!yuma who is always up in your business; settling on your lap when you’re on the computer, her fingers dancing on the keyboard and typing out nonsense to overwrite your hard work
kitty fem!yuma who puffs up in anger when you try to clip her nails or trim her fur, resulting in a few bloody scratches on your arm which you aren’t too unfamiliar with
kitty fem!yuma who notices the blood slowly seeping out from your cut and feeling guilty at her actions
kitty fem!yuma who is bad at her feelings, just knows that she wants you all to herself, as selfish as it is
kitty fem!yuma who slowly reaches out to gently take your injured arm into her hold, kitten licking at the wounds she inflicted while the sharp taste of metal fills her mouth and making you shiver
kitty fem!yuma who looks at you with her wide feline eyes after she deems the scratches on your arm is nothing but raised skin that will heal with time
kitty fem!yuma who nudges and rubs her cheek against your palm, the fluffy cat ears on her head tickling your wrists as your pulse thrums fast at her actions
slowly, you cup your free hand on kitty fem!yuma’s cheek and guide her to look at your face, thumb caressing her cheeks in a way that has a purr spurring from her throat
you gave her a soft smile before bringing her face closer to yours, lips a fragment of a breath apart that kitty fem!yuma quickly closes as she is selfish, even climbing into your lap to remove any chances for distance to occur
and this is how you know that kitty fem!yuma never means any harm by her actions, because how could she?
not when she’s smiling sweetly into the kiss, her fluffy tail wrapping around your waist and thumbs circling warmly against the small of your back
especially not when kitty fem!yuma breaks the kiss just to grumble that you don’t smell like her anymore while spreading her scent all over your body so that you smell only like her, making your laugh at her antics and forgetting the dispute earlier
disclaimers: butch/femme lesbian dynamics (duh), he/him butch representation, fem!nicholas mentions (who is referred to as “coco”), uni setting, not proofread.
butch!byun euijoo who always wears snapbacks, with his sturdy hands shoved into jacket pockets, voice calm even when everyone else around him is loud, always ending up gentle-parenting them.
butch!byun euijoo who your classmate (and the bane of your existence /aff) coco introduced to you with a laugh and a warning.
“don’t use those eyes on juju too much,” coco told you during the lunch you guys shared between classes. “he falls for girls like you fast…”
he looked exhausted immediately.
“why are you like this.”
“you keep saying i’m scaring your future wife away just because we’re always attached at the hip, and you don’t put yourself out there. i speak for the people.”
butch!byun euijoo who pulls chairs out for you without making a spectacle of it, like it comes to him as easy as breathing. butch!byun euijoo who walks closest to traffic automatically whenever you are on foot. carries things because “pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to carry things,” not because he thinks you can’t on your own.
butch!byun euijoo who looked the most himself sitting on the edge of your bed with a guitar resting against his thigh while you added finishing touches to your makeup nearby, with your perfume lingering in the room while his rings clicked softly against the instrument and its’ strings. who looked most like himself when things were intimate, perhaps domestic even, between the two of you.
butch!byun euijoo, a master of feigned composure whose insides churn with emotion, sealing everything within. each compliment you give him lodges itself deep within the chambers of his heart, lingering for weeks.
especially when you call him a “handsome gentleman” while cooing at him.
that one ruins him.
butch!byun euijoo who loves being your butch before you even make anything official. he likes when you reach for his arm in public, he likes when he gets to hold doors open for you. he likes the small ritual of taking your hand while crossing streets. he likes being devoted, and the act of belonging to you before you belonged to him.
butch!byun euijoo who becomes visibly softer around you. happier, eyes turning into joyful crescents more often, more willing to lean into touch when it was from the femme who stole his heart.
butch!byun euijoo who is constantly accused of acting like your husband by coco.
“juju literally packs bento boxes for you.”
“she forgets to eat.”
“he keeps hair ties in his pocket.”
“because she needs them sometimes.”
"he also remembers your coffee order better than his own."
he only shrugs then, apples of his cheeks dusted a faint red.
butch!byun euijoo who loves initiating physical affection in his own, quaint ways. your hand in the back pocket of his jeans, your legs thrown across his lap while he played guitar absent-mindedly, the weight of your head against his shoulder after long days.
after months of relentlessly yearning for you, butch!byun euijoo finally asked you out by playing and singing your favorite love song, only to find out your feelings have been mutual all along.
butch!byun euijoo who kisses with care before anything else. one hand at your waist, the other adjusting naturally to keep you close. always tender. never rushing you, never careless with you.
butch!byun euijoo who looks at you sometimes with a stunned and affectionate look on his face even after months of you dating, like he still can’t believe you’re really his femme.
hirota riki 'maki' x reader
word count ⸝⸝ 1.8k
content warning ⸝⸝ established relationship, suggestive content (no smut), kissing, lots of skin-ship, he pretty much bends u over the table lol.
silke's notes ⸝⸝ i saw maki in the new grandslam ep and knew i had to do something about it, this piece is also heavily inspired by zayne's "exclusive tutorial" from love and deepspace. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)
The club was quieter than you'd expect for a Friday night, just you, your boyfriend Maki and a few of his friends.
The bar table was filled with laughter, drinks clinking and lively conversation, and somehow it shifted to Maki being the main topic of their talk: "our Maki is such a talented person, not just at singing but you guys should see him play pool… he's a beast!"
"Let me tell you, he's good both on stage and on the pool table."
Maki took a small sip of his drink, ice clinking, "aren't you having too much to drink right now?" His head tilted, seemingly unfazed by being the center of attention. They erupted into laughter, conversation still flowing but his attention now shifted to you solely, leaning in closer towards you, "Do you wanna go somewhere … else?" he whispered.
Your hand now rested on the cool counter top, turning to him with a small smile,"I've never seen you play pool, are you really that good?"
His hands moved to playfully pinch your cheek, "now, you're just ganging up on me…" A pout on his rosy lips that made you smile instinctively.
"All this talk and you still haven't offered me some hands-on learning…"
Trying your best to hide your grin by clearing your throat sheepishly, you put on your best disappointed expression.
"That so, babe? Then will you grant me the honors of teaching you pool?" He offered you his hand to take, warm fingers wrapping around your hand while the other hand rested on your waist — leading you further into the club until you found a secluded room with a pool table in the middle.
Soft music filled the empty room while the low lights reflected off the pool table, colored billiard balls sat scattered — the scent of chalk and wood lingered in the air as you stood beside the empty table.
"Remind me, why are we playing pool all of a sudden?" he asked.
"Because your friends praised your skills but you've never told me about them," you sulked, flashing him a pout.
"They're drunk, they don't know what they're talking about …"
"Oh? but they said you were sooooo good, you're a professional and, it would be nice to get some tips from you."
Maki scoffed, grabbing two sticks, "I can't exactly give you tips, babe, but if you wanna play then I'm down," he replied as he handed you the shorter one before adding with a cheeky smirk — a dimple making itself visible, "this one is more suitable for your height."
You scowled at him, eyes sharp and glaring, "very funny …"
"Have you played before, baby?" he asked, walking over to the table and leaning to check the balls.
"Like once or twice but nothing too serious." The balls were already set up for eight-ball, the most common game type for pool. "Why? are you gonna be strict with me, teacher Maki, sir?" you teased and he looked up to you almost immediately, brows raised in confusion as he gave you a fond scoff.
"Well, you know what they say… strict teachers make outstanding students," a smirk on his lips before he added, "let's start."
You leaned over the table, hitting the ball with baited breath — the sound of the strike ringing across the quiet room, the colored balls scatter across the table in response. "You have good strength, you need to adjust your posture to get better results," he said matter-of-factly.
"Well, how about you help me identify my weak spots with some 'hands-on' learning, sir?" voice honeyed, looking at him with glassy, pleading eyes and he couldn't deny you.
"Let's work on your posture then, baby."
He lightly tapped your back, and you immediately folded, the muscles arching under his touch — your waist bending until it felt like his crotch was against your rear.
"Relax, you're too tense." Maki tapped your forearm with his knuckle, his chest warm against your back. "Relax your arm, just let it bend naturally," his voice dropped a pitch, and you followed his lead, his palm on yours as your head shifted to the left and you could feel his breath getting heavier, the space between you getting tighter.
"Juuuuust like that, you're a natural, baby."
Yet your body began to ache and it was getting harder to keep up this position.
"Maki, it hurts a little…"
"That just means you're doing it right, baby."
You gave him a pitiful look almost similar to a kicked puppy in return.
"You're so harsh, sir."
"Don't tilt your head, you messed up your posture again."
You huffed as he reminded you, annoyance brewing under your skin mixing with the pain of your aching muscles, "well, is there an easier way to do it?"
He paused, finger tapping on his chin as he pretended to think.
"There is… but, are you sure you wanna do it?"
You let out a sigh of relief, nodding eagerly.
"Yeah, let's do it."
"Okay, don't move."
Maki positioned himself behind you, leaning down to reach your hands — his fingers warm as they wrapped around your wrist and his arms wrapped around your midriff, while his chest was against your back. Lowering himself, you could feel his warm breath fanning against your ears, his lips hovering your warm skin.
"Your rhythm isn't right, don't hesitate. You shouldn't be too fast or too slow." His hand completely enveloped your own, the back-and-forth of the stick seems to slow down. "Move it three or four times, then stop when you're the closest to the ball."
Your movement, however, seemed to slow down as your attention shifted — too absorbed by your position that his words dissolved into the background and your attention became laser focused on his presence all over your body. His cologne and warm breath seeping into your senses left you dizzy.
"Are you paying attention? Keep your eyes on the ball." His hands guiding your own, moving the stick yet your hand relents, still distracted. "Snap out of it!"
"Ah, yeah… the stick, um I have to pull it back…"
It was clumsy at best but Maki's hand steadied your own. "Very good, just like that. Now, strike the ball."
You did, causing you to send the ball right into the hole. You gasped, excited, "It's in! Did you see that, Maki? Wasn't that a great shot?"
"I did." He leaned against the edge of the pool table, staring at you with full-blown pupils, looking you up and down — gulping at the sight of you, "try it by yourself now, babe."
You remained the same position he put you in, legs barely holding up as you hit the ball. The shot was a bit on the weak side yet the ball still lazily rolled into the hole under your — and Maki's — watchful gaze.
"Well done," his voice cut through the fog clouding your brain, looking up to him with pleading eyes.
"That's it?" you asked, tone whiny and Maki moved slightly closer to you, your hands reaching out to grab at his shoulder and push him against the table, back against the hard surface, leaving him breathless and surprised — lips open and eyes widened in shock.
"Look, the balls are so far away… I think it's time I use a cue rest." Faux innocence dripped from your words, glossy lips forming a pout while you lightly tapped his shoulder with the stick in your hand.
"Using a cue rest would be an overkill." He looked up to you with hooded eyes, lips forming a smolder, his breathing heavy as his chest rose and fell, he lifted himself up to rest on his elbows. You moved the stick to tug on his tie, slotting it between the fabric and yanking it softly messing up his fit.
"And this is inappropriate," he teased, tilting his head while his lips formed a small smirk, one he was unable to hide.
"I think you're enjoying it too."
Looking down, his grin widened at your words; "I shouldn't have taught you so much."
You leaned close to him, crowding his space while your wandering hands started touching all over his body — gripping his shoulders then slowly trailing all the way down to his lap. Maki was restless, squirming in your hold with rose tinted cheeks and short breaths, his face contorting at the fleeting pleasure from your hands.
Feeling fed up, he sat up straight, brows furrowed as his eyes burned into your own. "Who taught you to use your teacher as a cue rest?" A gloved hand reaching out to rest against your cheek, thumb rubbing the supple flesh softly.
"Well, this cue rest is squirming so much, it's gonna effect my accuracy," you trailed off, instinctively leaning into his warm touch and resting your cheek into his hand. Maki started to get up slowly, his eyes locked into yours, "if you actually wanna learn…" Leaning so close into you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body — cheeks still rosy red, "I can teach you another way—"
Before you could answer, his lips barely inches away from your own, not quite touching but hovering in a dizzying way — making you hold onto his shoulder tightly to try and ground yourself. "Sir, this method… seems to lack 'professionalism'…" you whispered, words falling into his lips.
His eyes dropped to your lips for a mere second before they were looking back into your eyes, his lips forming a small smile. "Weren't you just using me as a cue rest? Talking about 'professionalism'…" His hands moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you right into his chest while his back was against the table.
Maki didn't wait for you to answer, he instead pulled you down for a heated kiss, soft plush lips baring teeth that clash into each other in pure need. Just as you were about to lose yourself in his pleasure, he flipped you both over, swapping your places as he pushed you into the table.
"How about I show you instead?"
He straightened up, grabbing a stick and flashing you a teasing smile. "Watch closely, I'm only gonna do it once." His hands parted your legs, leaning into the table — into your body, stick resting on your shoulder. His chest hovered over yours making his face dangerously close to your own, his hand moving to strike the ball. He made the shot easily, cockiness seeping into his expression.
"Did you pay attention, baby?"
Your hands rested on his shoulders, pulling him down for another heated kiss with the game long forgotten — your desire devouring all of your ability to think, let alone reply, the chills running down your spine making you shiver in his hold.
The kiss was broken of with you both panting and gasping for air, your bodies still flush against each other.
"I don't think I caught that, can you repeat it for me, sir?"
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