synopsis ; You’re in a friend group in &Team, and your silly and campus apartment is like a hangout stop for each of them. They (Maki the most this bitch) always find a way to invite themselves without you knowing.
content ; Maki x Reader, Weed, Alcohol, Party, Needy!Maki, Needy!Reader, College AU.
notes ; 18+ content (mdni). I saw a c.ai chat (imnotheehee) and thought I would write my chat into a fan fic 😜 (FIRST FAN FIC ON TUMBLR )
It was noon; you had just gotten up from a nap, and you instinctively looked at your phone, your eyes still sleepy, when you saw 99+ notifications. The last message Maki sent to the group chat really surprised you, making you sit up on your couch. Well, if surprise means stressing because nothing is prepared, and everyone has to be at your house by 9 PM.
— now you know. u have anything to drink @ home?
— yeah. bring some more tho.
Everyone liked your message, just after it, like everyone was already waiting for you to send it.
You rolled your eyes and leaned your head back on the couch. “I'm gonna kill them one day.” You said under your breath before you got up and started to prepare some snacks and the little hard alcohol you had for them. At least you have to pretend you made some effort.
It was almost nine when you finished putting on your favorite tank top after preparing some mattresses all around your room because you knew some of them would sleep here, and you heard impatient knocking at your door. You sigh and head downstairs, lazily brushing your silky, healthy hair as you open the door.
You could already hear some laughter and loud chatter spilling through the hall of the campus building just before turning the doorknob.
The first to barge in was obviously Maki, holding a six-pack of beer like it was some trophy; he just gave you a friendly tap on the shoulder and entered your apartment, since he owns it. Bitch.
“Yooo! Party’s officially started!” He announced proudly, kicking his shoes hazardously by the entrance.
Being him filed in K, dragging two bottles of rum, Fuma with snacks in both hands, and Nicholas, waving a bit too excitedly for someone who had invited himself to your home, while Harua smiled quietly behind them all.
All four of them entered and greeted you. Harua, closing the line, gave you a hug when he entered, something he always does. And as you shut the door behind him, he was already joining the others in the living room just behind you.
When you turned around and walked past them to go into the kitchen behind the living room, Maki was stretched out on the couch, like a king claiming his throne. Well, he does come to your house often. At least he makes himself at home.
“Do y'all know when the others are coming?” You screamed from the kitchen as you watched them chatting, even if your gaze lingered a bit too much on one of them.
One of his muscular arms took a beer and opened it with one hand. That just aura-maxing action made your heart a little flustered. Classic Maki.
“Juju said in 10 minutes,” Maki said, turning around just a bit. You nodded, looking intensely at the chips.
Just a look at his muscular forearms, which were forcing that can to open, started to make you wet. And that was something you gotta keep to yourself.
You walk back to the living room with chips and a pizza you didn't touch last night because you were too busy studying, and K was already pouring rum into shots on the coffee table.
“Yuma’s bringing weed, he texted,” The oldest said after filling up the last shot.
Fuma flopped down next to Maki, stealing one of his beers without asking. Everyone shares anything at that place.
Nicholas, who was sitting to the left of Maki, leaned towards you as you walked by. “You look tired. Sleep okay?”
You turned your head to Nicholas and smiled faintly as you put down the chips and the leftover pizza. “Yeah…” You said with a sigh. “The end-of-session exams are killing me…” You chuckle.
You turn your head to Harua, who is helping you with the snacks. “If you want, there's still pomegranate juice in the fridge from last week.”
Harua doesn't usually drink. Or never. He's always the most trustworthy when the conversation turns to alcohol and weed.
His face immediately lit up with a big smile. He practically runs towards the fridge to take out his favorite beverage.
While Nicholas frowned sympathetically at your exam complaint and nudged Maki. “Dude, our girl’s suffering a bit from school; got easy on her tonight, huh?”
This idiot was already doing his famous ‘Killing Shot’ or whatever name he imagined for you. Because he knows you can't say no. Maki scoffed but stood up anyway, the shot in his hand. He walked towards you and ruffled a bit of your hair. “Aww, poor baby~.” He lifted his hand, showing you the freshly made shot. “I got just what you need!”
The other guys behind Maki, sitting on the couch, laughed knowingly. Maki’s “just what you need” usually meant something strong enough to relieve every form of stress or so ever.
You chuckled, putting your hands in front of you, blocking Maki from taking a step further towards you. But this dickhead decided it was your time to shine and took a step closer, closing the gap between your hand and his chest.
“Maki, maybe not tonight—” You didn't even have the time to finish your sentence when, with his other hand, he lifted his index finger and put it on your mouth to shut you up. “Hey..” He said, carefully walking forth, so you were walking backward, and you suddenly hit the wall behind you.
Your heart was stammering so hard in your chest that you thought he might have heard it. The pulse from your heart went straight to the tips of your fingers, still on Maki’s chest. You were praying hard that he wouldn't notice how nervous you were because of him.
Then, slowly, he put one of his fingers under your chin to lift your face, and delicately made you drink the shot, his dark gaze never leaving yours.
You said after you swallowed. His eyes were shining like a predator's, looking at its prey, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. Maki didn't move an inch from you; he was still caging you. His grin was only growing wider at your comment.
“Liar.” He teased, poking your cheek. “You love me too much for that, pretty girl…”
You didn't know if this man was already drunk or if he had smoked before coming, but that little surname at the end of his sentence made your cheeks flush slightly.
The group interrupted with a whistle and laughed at the scene. It wasn't the first time Maki and you teased each other. It's this way that your relationship with him is built.
Yuma’s fake gag echoed in the living room. The rest of the herd just arrived, swinging the door open and then entering like you do charity. EJ was right behind Yuma, holding a bag that smelled distinctly like pure weed. Taki and Jo followed them a bit behind, laughing at the two in front of them.
You made your way to Yuma and EJ, who were already chatting with the others. As you could see, both of them were already high. Well, it doesn't really change anything for EJ since he's always high.
The youngest of the two was already giggling, his pupils blown wide, while EJ grinned sheepishly and lifted the bag like a piece of an offering. K immediately snatched the bag from his hands. “Finally! My turn.”
Maki abandoned his trap mission and followed you towards the whole group. Yuma finally acknowledged your presence and turned around before jumping at your neck to give you a tight hug. “Hellooo~… You smell so good.” He slurred into your shoulder.
Nicholas snorted from across the room. “Oh boy, here we go…”
You chuckled, with Yuma still around you, as you walked towards a chair next to the couch and made him sit on it. “I told you last time not to sniff whatever Juju’s giving to you.” I snorted before flopping on the couch next to Nicholas.
Yuma pouted like a little child. “I know… But it was freeeeee…” He whined, not even looking at you. He just admired something on the wall. EJ popped down next to Yuma, already rolling another joint. His hands were pretty steady despite being high. Meanwhile, K had already taken a hit and passed it to Fuma.
The apartment was now blasting with music Maki had just put on your TV. You looked at Maki and couldn't hold a dumb smile. This guy always finds a way to hang out with everyone, even if we're all super busy.
You have all known each other since the start of high school; you saw everyone’s crazy phases and got into the dumbest fights, but y'all always managed to keep going with all ten of us. At this point, you are just like a big family.
And of course, you had some crushes on some of them. It never lasted long enough for it to be very serious. They're just too… men. Always stinking and saying shits. But you still had something for Maki. You didn't know why, you didn't know when it started. But all you knew was that he was pulling you closer to him every time you guys were hanging out.
“Hey, K, can you give me the shot in front of you?” You said, nudging his shoulder lazily. The warmth of the alcohol spread through your chest as you took it.
Maki noticed you looking from across the room. His eyes flickered to yours for half a second before he smirked and resumed his conversation with Taki. He didn't say anything. But that look? That fucking stupid look he gives you each time you catch each other looking too much? It still makes your stomach flip after all these years.
Nicholas side-eyed Maki’s glance and subtly nudged you with his elbow. “You good?” He asked. The music pulses harder in your veins now. You nodded, your gaze still on Maki.
“Yeah. Yeah, just… exams.” You chuckled, trying to brush it off because you couldn't feel that way. Not for your best friend of almost ten years.
“How's work?” You turned your head towards him. “Didn't you say you found a new one?” I ask to change the subject quickly. Nicholas brightened up. Great.
Nicholas kept talking to you about his new job, how good everyone was, how well paid it was, etc. But your gaze keeps returning to Maki, who moves to sit on the coffee table and smoke while talking to K and Fuma.
Jo is embedded in our conversation. “Do you get free stuff?” He said excitedly. Your friend next to you nodded. “I can bring you some croissants if you want Y/N. I know you like those.”
You nodded and smiled. You could see Maki's sly grin growing faster than it should in the corner of your eye.
“Guess I gotta start showing up to your place more often than…” Maki said, exhaling smoke before smirking down at you. “For free pastries, obvi.”
His sarcasm was thick. But also so true. Maki never turned down an excuse to see you. (or eat free pastries)
The tension was obviously here. Nobody was talking anymore, and they were looking at the two of you, just glancing at each other. You could feel, for the umpteenth time of the evening, your cheek starting to burn.
“…Can I get a cake?” Yuma suddenly perked up from his high gaze.
Everyone turned their head to look at him and burst out laughing. Maki took the opportunity, when Harua got up to take care of Yuma, to sit down at his bestfriend’s place on the couch, next to you.
You felt something pushing you very slightly. It was Maki, holding a joint between his fingers, obviously offering it to you. “Nah, thanks. I never tried those, and I just drank.” You said, refusing the joint.
Maki raised an eyebrow but didn't push. He just shrugged and hit one himself. You just looked at him—the way his jaw was clenching at the action of inhaling. The smoke was curling around his face in that annoyingly attractive way.
The energy in your small living room was wild. The kind of fun where nothing really makes sense, but it's just fun to be into.
Maki suddenly leaned closer. “You wanna go upstairs? Less noise up there…”
You could feel the warmth of his breath at the crack of your neck, making you shiver. You turned your face towards him. His head was just inches from you. You looked him in the eye, intensely, and nodded. “Yeah… If you want.”
The stairs creaked under your feet as you two climbed. Leaving the chaos of the living room behind. Upstairs, it was quieter, just the muffled bass from Maki's speaker downstairs and occasional laughter.
The moonlight filtered through the curtains as you sat down on the edge of your bed, casting soft shadows on his face as he focused on lighting the joint he took with him. He took a deep pull before offering it to you.
You looked at Maki, then at it. And took it. Maki looked surprised when you took the hit smoothly. “Damn… You’re a natural…” He teases.
He took the joint back, his lips brushing where yours had just been as he inhaled again. The atmosphere between you two shifted. Quieter, softer without the group noise downstairs.
You looked at him, and neither of you said anything for a moment. Why does your heart hurt this way when you look at him? The silence is never awkward with Maki. He studied your face for a moment too, before grinning and nudging your knee with his. “You good? Not too high?”
You could feel that you were starting to be high; it was an okay high. You could feel your vision blur a little. “Yeah, I'm good… Well, I guess so.” You chuckled.
"You're giggly," he pointed out, poking your cheek again before taking another lazy drag. The joint passed back to you as Maki stretched his arms above his head, shirt riding up slightly to reveal his well-traced abs. You didn't complain about the view. You just looked and smirked a little as you glanced at his face again.
Maki leaned down on the mattress. “This feels niceeee…” He sighed.
You nodded along as you let out the smoke. “Yeah it does… No wonder EJ’s always in the cloud all the time.” You two chuckled.
I leaned down too, our shoulders brushing against each other. We turned our heads to look at each other. Since we were both high, this wasn't awkward at all. It was the complete opposite.
His dark eyes flickered over your face, the moonlight making them look almost black. Then, without thinking, he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Well, thanks, Maki…” You giggled.
Then, without overthinking it, he leaned down and kissed you on the cheek. You love how clingy he is when he's drunk or high. It's just… great. It feels right with him.
He then grabs the joint from your hand and smokes the last hit of the joint. He exhaled the smoke dramatically directly towards your face with a playful smirk. It was the ultimate betrayal.
You took his forearm and tried to push him out of the bed. But because you’re high, you didn't think about the fact that he is stronger than you. He turned the situation and took both of your wrists with one hand, before shoving you on your back and pinning you down to the mattress with your hands over your head.
Maki took the very last hit of the joint and inhaled it, still with his usual grin on his face. This smirk will kill you one day. You moved your lips for him to exhale and blow the smoke in your mouth, which he did.
Without breaking eye contact with you, he slowly brought his lips closer… then exhaled the smoke directly onto your mouth in a smooth motion. His free hand moved to cup your jaw lightly, tilting it just right as the warm cloud passed between you two.
Then suddenly Maki moved away and sat down on the edge of your bed, his face buried in his hands. You look at his broad back with confusion. You start crawling toward him on all fours to take his wrist and make him look at you. “Why did you go, Maki…?”
Maki turned back at the sensation of your fingers wrapped around his wrist. And oh, oh no. You looked so pretty like this. He moved because he realized you two weren't really sober and didn't want to ruin your friendship. But now, seeing you all demanding, feeling the warmth of your bodies through your fingers, he changed his mind. “You're adorable when you're wasted.” He teased.
Maki finally plopped down next to your sprawled-out form again. He propped himself on one elbow to look at your pouty face.
You were now lying on your side, mimicking Maki. You looked away at the door for a second, then glanced back at Maki, who was already glancing at you. His wild, dark pupils from being high were very attractive.
Then slowly, Maki reached out and brushed a thumb over your cheekbone, an almost feather-light touch. It made your heart skip a beat as you quickly opened and closed your eyes to take in what he had just shown you.
Then, slowly and delicately, he closed the gap between your two desperate lips. The kiss was messy at first because of the weed, but when Maki slid his tongue into your mouth, everything went clear for the rest of the night, like you were now self-aware of his hands roaming all over your body and the warmth of his body now pressed on top of you.
As you two were kissing, you couldn't help but start to move your hand towards the belt of his pants, where a huge bump was starting to grow under all these layers of fabric. You started to caress this bump carefully as you felt him react to your touch.
His mouth found the crack of your neck easily, as well as the sharp edge of your jawline, while groaning. Your hands went up and worked under his shirt at the same time, tracing every single ab he worked so hard on. In one smooth motion, he took off his shirt with one hand before tossing it to the ground like all that mattered right now was to feel your skin under his hungry lips.
“Better?” He grinned, looking down at you before taking off your shirt and kissing you open-mouthed. He left a trail of hot and sensitive kisses and bites all the way from your lips to the crack of where your two boobs joined.
You couldn't help but feel your heartbeat race. Your breath was now less steady as you watched his mouth licking your warm body. “You're so beautiful…” He kept on saying for the rest of the night.
