Can you write sloppy kisses with Maki pretty please 🤗
come, walk with me anon 🚶
imagine... 💭 maki who's inexperienced, never been in a relationship before, doesn't know the first step of asking someone out and the most he's gone with anything romantic was when he got kissed on the cheek by his elementary school crush. reason? he gave her a flower he picked off the sidewalk, and she thanked him with a smooch.
when he told you this, you barely contain your laughter. you're his first ever lover, and you could tell the second your usual kiss transcended into a makeout that he's never gone that far with anyone. so you pull away, telling him he's not using enough tongue and how he's flicking it about like a lizard.
"let me show you, yeah?" you straddle his lap, hands running over his chest and arms in an effort to get him to relax.
maki's breathing is shaky the closer you get to his face. you start with a soft kiss that he immediately reciprocates and then melts into a more hungry, desperate kiss. his groaning is loud in your ears, so vocal with his needs and wants.
his hands are confused, unsure where to be placed, so you guide them right on your ass. he kneads the soft flesh, grip rough enough that it has you gasping in his mouth. you grind on the strain of his pants, sending his head back with a chain of groans tumbling out of him.
you bring his face back to you, admiring the mess you've made of him—half-lidded eyes, bright red cheeks, plump pink lips where his gasps escape. so perfect. 𖹭
maki grabs the back of your head, crashing your lips into his with so much vigor you didn't think he had. he's so hungry, tongue shoving past your lips as he licks so deep into you. you suck on his tongue, moaning as your hips keep moving that he meets with a buck of his own.
everything is so nasty and wet, saliva dripping between the two of you as he holds you close to him. his angled nose rubbing against yours everytime he tilts his head to get deeper into you. air runs out of your lungs, so when you pull away, you're so breathless that it has you lightheaded. the string of saliva that still connected between you stretching thin. maki's sweet dimpled smile almost makes you get on your knees, ready to take this even further and make it an educational session for your inexperienced maki. 𖹭
Thank you for the request anon! I hope you’ll enjoy this! Since you didn’t specify a female reader or gender neutral, I went with gender neutral.
Wordcount ≈ 2.6k
Warnings: Reader is sick with a cold/flu, I think that’s it
Taglist: @voucearse
Networks: @k-records
Koga Yudai / K
The moment K receives your text telling him you’re sick, he’s already stressing. He doesn’t even think twice before grabbing his jacket and running full speed to the nearest store, mind racing with everything you might need. Cold medicine, vitamins, tissues, drinks, snacks, your favorite ramen goes into the basket too, just in case. He’d rather have too much than realize later he forgot something important.
By the time he reaches your apartment, he’s slightly out of breath, arms full of bags and worry written all over his face. The first thing he sees is you trying to make tea while barely able to stand, and that’s when the scolding starts. He gently but firmly takes the mug from your hands, telling you to sit down before you end up making things worse.
You try to argue, insisting that you can take care of yourself, that you’ve been sick before and you’ll be fine. K doesn’t let it slide. Younger or not, he reminds you that he’s your boyfriend, and it’s his job to take care of you, especially when you’re sick. His voice is firm, but it’s full of concern, and you can tell he’s been worried since the moment you told him.
Eventually, you give in. He wraps you up in a blanket and settles you comfortably, bringing you tea this time and watching closely to make sure you drink it. He checks your forehead now and then, asks how you’re feeling, and refuses to leave your side. K stays with you the entire time, making sure you rest, quietly relieved once he knows you’re finally being taken care of.
Murata Fuma
Fuma knows before you do. He notices the way your voice sounded a little rough the day before, the way you rubbed your eyes more than usual, how you insisted you were fine while clearly running out of energy. By the time you wake up feeling awful the next morning, he’s already prepared. Medicine is set out, water is ready, and there’s a warm cup of tea waiting for you before you even have the chance to fully process how bad you feel.
You barely manage to sit up before he’s there, gently handing you the tea and reminding you to take your medicine. He doesn’t rush you, just stays close, making sure you drink and swallow everything properly. Once you’re settled, he disappears into the kitchen and comes back with pancakes, not the traditional sick food, but it’s what he’s good at making, and more importantly, it’s what he knows you love. He watches you eat with a small smile, clearly relieved to see you managing a few bites.
Later, he starts running a bath, telling you it’ll help you feel better. When you try to argue that you don’t need it, that you’re fine where you are, he just sighs softly before gently but firmly helping you up. You end up being half-carried to the bathroom despite your protests, wrapped in his arms as he mutters that you’re lighter than you should be.
You try to pull the older card then, telling him he should respect that. Fuma just waves it away without missing a beat, saying that you’re also supposed to take care of the elderly, so you should just let him take care of you this once. Even though laughing makes you cough a little, the comment leaves you smiling, warmth settling in your chest. In the end, you give in and let him do what he wants, feeling a little better already just knowing you’re being looked after.
Wang Yixiang / Nicholas
Nicholas wastes no time scolding you, reminding you that he told you to wear a jacket when it rained the other day. He clicks his tongue, saying that just because you’re a little older than him doesn’t mean you always know better. You try to argue back, insisting that you were fine that night, that you weren’t even out for long, but your sentence gets cut short by a sneeze. He just raises an eyebrow at you, clearly unimpressed, as if to say really?
Without giving you a chance to say anything else, he orders soup and porridge, declaring that you’re officially banned from doing anything other than lying on the couch or the bed. No wandering around, no “I’m fine,” no trying to take care of things yourself. He guides you to the couch and wraps you up like a burrito in blankets, making sure you’re completely tucked in. Even your hands don’t escape, because he knows you’ll try to move if he gives you the chance.
Once you’re settled, he puts on your favorite movie and sits close, glancing over at you every few minutes to make sure you’re staying put. When the food arrives, he brings it over and starts feeding you the soup and porridge himself, blowing on each spoonful before holding it up to you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
You can’t help but notice how much he’s smiling through all of this, and you jokingly tell him that he seems to be enjoying your misery a little too much. Nicholas just grins and tells you that you never let him take care of you, so yes, he’s enjoying this. Then he nudges the spoon closer and tells you to eat some more, clearly very pleased with himself.
Byun Euijoo / EJ
EJ is worried out of his mind the moment he receives your text saying you have to cancel your date because you’re sick. He tries calling you immediately, once, twice, again, until the lack of an answer has his thoughts spiraling. Just when he’s starting to really panic, another text comes through, explaining that you can’t speak because your throat hurts too much. That’s all it takes. He replies instantly, telling you he’s coming over.
He raids the closest convenience store like he’s on a mission, grabbing every kind of tea he can find, honey, ramen, medicine, anything that looks like it might help. He even pauses to grab lemons after quickly reading that lemon juice can soothe a sore throat, tossing them into the basket without hesitation.
By the time he reaches your apartment, his heart is beating so loudly he can barely hear anything else. You try to say hi when you open the door, but all that comes out is a weak wheeze, and his worry spikes all over again. He gently guides you to the couch, telling you to sit down and rest while he takes care of everything.
The kitchen fills with quiet movement as he prepares what he can. When he comes back, he’s carrying a cup of tea with far too much honey stirred into it, a glass of lemon juice, and a bowl of hot ramen. He sets everything down carefully before his eyes flick to what you’re wearing, and immediately scolds you for only having a t-shirt on. Before you can respond, he’s already pulling off his hoodie and slipping it over your shoulders, tugging it closed to keep you warm. He stays close after that, watching you drink and eat, worry slowly easing only once he knows you’re comfortable and taken care of.
Nakakita Yuma
Yuma looks at you like you have to be joking when you tell him you’re a bit sick but going to work in a while. He stares for a moment, clearly unconvinced, before shaking his head and telling you that you should stay home. You try to brush it off, insisting that you can’t call in sick now, that you’re barely sick and completely fine. He doesn’t look convinced, but he still heads toward the door, trusting you, at least for the moment.
That trust disappears the second you stand up from the couch and try to walk away. You stagger, the room spinning just enough that you nearly fall, and Yuma catches you before you can hit the ground. His hands grip your arms tightly as he steadies you, worry flashing across his face. He looks down at you and asks quietly if you’re ready to listen to him now.
After that, there’s no more arguing. He calls in sick for you despite your weak protests, then sits you back down and starts taking care of you properly. He brings you snacks, sets water within reach, and gently massages your head when you admit it hurts, careful not to press too hard. Everything he does is quiet and deliberate, focused on making you feel even a little better.
A movie plays in the background as he stays by your side, one arm resting comfortably around you. Eventually, exhaustion catches up to you, and you fall asleep with your head resting against his shoulder. Yuma stays still, letting you rest, and before long he drifts off too, finally calming down as he knows he’s doing his best to take care of you.
Asakura Jo
Jo has no idea what to do at first, so the very first thing he does is call his mother. He lowers his voice as he asks for advice on how to take care of his significant other, listening carefully as she explains everything step by step. The moment she mentions hot towels for your forehead, he’s already on it, carefully soaking them and gently placing them on you, checking your reaction every time.
She tells him to make or order some soup next, so he orders it right away. When it arrives, he helps you eat slowly, making sure you don’t rush yourself and that the soup isn’t too hot. He keeps adjusting your blankets, making sure you’re warm but not overheated, clearly trying to remember every instruction he was given.
Then his mother reminds him that fresh air is important too. So Jo starts running a bath for you, helping you settle in, and while you’re soaking, he cracks open a window just enough to let some fresh air into the room. He keeps checking on you, asking if the water temperature is okay, if you’re comfortable, if you need anything.
At one point, you look at him and tell him he’s so sweet for doing all of this, especially when he doesn’t have to. Jo immediately turns red, the color creeping all the way up to his ears, but he still shakes his head and says that this is just what good partners do. You smile at him, a little drowsy, and tell him he’s your good Jojo. That only makes him blush harder, but the small, proud smile on his face gives him away.
Shigeta Harua
Harua isn’t completely sure what he’s doing, but he’s trying his absolute best. The moment he realizes you’re really sick, he’s already calling Fuma, or K, asking for advice, listening carefully and nodding along even though they can’t see him. He follows every suggestion closely, making hot towels for your forehead, brewing tea with honey, setting out soup and medicine. Once everything is done, he stands there for a moment, hands fidgeting, unsure of what comes next.
When he admits that part out loud, the advice he gets is simple: help you sleep. So Harua does exactly that. He lights a candle with your favorite scent, the soft glow filling the room, and puts on your favorite comfort movie at a low volume. He settles down on the couch and gently guides you to lie down, letting your head rest in his lap. You tease him lightly about him taking care of you even though you’re older, but he just smiles shyly and says that age doesn’t really matter if someone you love isn’t feeling well.
His fingers move carefully through your hair, slow and soothing, like he’s afraid of doing something wrong. He relaxes a little when he feels you melt into the touch, your breathing evening out as the movie plays quietly in the background. Harua stays like that, not moving, watching over you until you fall asleep, quietly proud of himself for taking care of you, even if you’re older.
Takayama Riki / Taki
Taking care of you turns into pure chaos the moment Taki steps in. He tries to make soup and somehow manages to burn it, staring into the pot in disbelief like it personally betrayed him. To make up for it, he quickly throws together a sandwich with melted cheese instead, something he knows you actually enjoy, and proudly hands it to you like he’s redeemed himself.
Medicine doesn’t go much smoother. He accidentally spills pills all over the floor and then spends a full hour crawling around, picking up every single one, muttering apologies the entire time. By the end of the day, the apartment is an absolute mess, but despite everything, you’re actually starting to feel better. Taki’s methods might not be conventional, but he’s trying so hard that it’s impossible not to appreciate it.
By the time night comes, both of you are completely exhausted. Taki leans in and gives you a soft kiss goodnight, only for you to immediately scold him, telling him that now he’s definitely going to get sick too. He just laughs it off, saying his immune system is super strong and there’s no way that’ll happen. Two days later, as your cold is finally lifting, Taki is the one sniffling and coughing. You can’t help but giggle, telling him you warned him. This time, it’s your turn to take care of him, and Taki just smiles weakly, clearly accepting his fate.
Maus Riki / Maki
Maki is a little different from the others. He’s calm about it all, almost steady in a way that immediately makes you feel more at ease. He knows what to do, he remembers how his mother used to take care of him when he was sick as a kid, and how he helped look after his younger sister. Taking care of someone isn’t new to him.
He comes back with ingredients instead of takeout, quietly cooking a warm stew for you. While it simmers, he helps you sit up properly, carefully propping pillows behind your back. He tells you that a bit of elevation will help ease the coughing, his voice gentle but confident. He checks your temperature, notes it mentally, and makes sure you take your medicine on time without making a big deal out of it.
When the stew is ready, he makes sure you eat, watching closely to see how you’re feeling. Afterward, he tells you to rest and insists you take a nap. While you sleep, he cleans up the apartment, opens the windows to let in some fresh air, and even changes your bedsheets so everything feels clean and comfortable when you wake up.
When you finally stir again, he’s there with ice cream, explaining softly that it’ll help soothe your sore throat. You thank him, a little overwhelmed, and tell him he’s an angel. Maki just smiles at that, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead before saying that you’d do the same for him, and that he was raised to be a gentleman, and he’s not afraid of some germs. You joke back, telling him to remind you to thank his parents the next time you see them. He laughs quietly, the sound warm and fond, and stays by your side, making sure you’re comfortable all over again.
heyyy how’s your day? i’m LOVING your back to life series soso much your mind is genuinely insane what a genius, can’t wait for the next part!!! hmm for maki is there a possibility you’re leaning towards fluff or an in between 👀 him being the wolf that found the reader is hellaaa cute
im thinking in between…like not FULL ON explicit scenes but like something. like it won’t be full on like with fuma…euijoo…etc.
and i couldn’t decide who i wanted as the wolf to find her first, but glad i decided on maki. with his puppy like personality and being extremely extroverted it just makes sense.
nicholas is deeply domestic in his actions in the quietest way. he looks for you in everything that crosses his path—a key chain, a set of couple's pottery, matching accessories. his favorite is matching outfits. he buys things with you in mind, already imagining how you'll react. he notices every shift in your spirit, observing you softly, always thinking twice before making a decision because he's so considerate of you.
when you're watching a movie together, he curls up beside you. he loves holding you close, feeling your breath shift as you get lost in the film. a soft smile spreads across his face as his gaze moves from the screen to your features.
then he gets up and heads toward the kitchen. you wonder why — only to find him returning with matching mugs filled with your favorite drink.
this tease also adores flustering you.
nicholas doesn't know how to cook. he's too scared to go near a fire, so he helps by cleaning up and chatting with you instead. you try to focus on making the food taste good, but he keeps trying to make you laugh with his little antics.
you shoo him away, joking that you'll eat him up if the food burns.
he latches onto the innocent joke immediately. "eat me? you'd do that without me begging this time?"
the sly smirk on his face makes you want to smack him. his eyebrows wiggle as he bumps into you, arm slipping around your waist. he can only chuckles when he sees the heat creep up your cheeks.
when the colder seasons arrive, he waits until you're completely absorbed in a work project. then, without warning, he slips his hands underneath your shirt. the yelp you let out sends him doubling over with laughter, his joy echoing through the room.
you sigh. now, you have to bring him down.
when you catch up to him, you grab his shirt and pull just enough to send him crashing onto the couch. he lets out a soft breath as you straddle his stomach. your hands immediately get to work, tickling his sides. his laughter grows, and even as he tries to gently push you off, he's careful not to hurt you.
you're both laughing so much that you feel dizzy. your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath.
that's when nicholas steals this opportunity to flip you around in one swift move. he grabs your arms, one knee bent beside you while the other leg supports his weight on the ground. you're breathless beneath him, looking up with a gentle smile and sparkles in your eyes. you can practically see hearts threatening to pop out of his.
your hand cups his cheek as he leans into your touch, pulling him closer. one leg wraps around his hips. a deep hum rumbles from him as his thumb rests on your chin, gently pulling your lips apart. he loves teasing you like this—making you seek his touch while a sly smirk stretches across his face. he bites his lower lip, holding himself back from crashing his lips into yours just to tease you more.
then your fingers run through the short hair at the back of his neck, massaging gently. you let out a quiet sound.
he gives in. his lips are soft against yours, kissing you like you're delicate—like you'd break if he went too fast or too rough. one hand rests on your abdomen, the other cradles the top of your head. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until your chests touch.
nicholas silently prays this isn't a dream. he prays that when he opens his eyes, you'll still be underneath him, looking up at him with the same bright eyes and flushed cheeks.
you try to push him back for air, but he deepens the kiss instead. his hand moves to cup your cheek. your shaky hand holds his, giving a little squeeze. finally, he lets up as both of you gasp for air. he swallows, resting his forehead against yours.
your eyes twinkle as you meet him halfway, grabbing his cheeks to pull him into a quick kiss.
"hi, my love," you say, your voice small. his eyes search for you—looking deeply into yours. his pupils are blown wide, breathing shakily as it fans your face. a shy smile spreads across his face, realizing just how blessed he is to spend his off day so peacefully with you.
he lets out another shy smile and tucks his head into the curve of your neck, filled with quiet gratitude.
Okok hear me out... maki being in a secret relationship with idol!reader and she gets gifted an "inkigayo sandwich" with another idol's number on it skjhdks how would he react (i yearn for jealous maki😝)
tags: +18 MDNI!!: oral sex (reader receiving)
i like to think that maki would pray to every higher power that your comebacks would overlap every time just so he could have an excuse to be in the same frame as you.
greeting you briefly in a 'behind the scenes' video, making small talk over at the vending machine where barely anybody films, or underneath the stairs where you steal kisses from each other, sometimes going a little too far that your managers start calling out your names to look for you.
to everyone else, it looked like you two were simply good colleagues because you both spoke english. it fooled everyone, even your mutual friends from other groups didn't suspect you guys to be a couple.
so, it should've been no surprise to maki when he was suddenly handed the infamous inkigayo sandwich to pass to you, as if he was a carrier pigeon. he stared at the man then the sandwich then back up at the brazen man who had a goofy smile dancing on his face.
"hey, make sure you put in a few good words for me." he winked at him, pressing the sandwich into maki's hands, who almost shoved the thing up the oblivious man's ass.
maki forced a thin smile, tightening his grip on the sandwich as he turned on his heel. he was fuming that he couldn't make it loudly known that you were his and only his, angry that he couldn't leave his mark on you for everyone to see.
he spotted the nearest trash bin, making a beeline towards it but stopped at the last second when he saw you, laughing and joking with your manager. he saw the way your cheeks raised, eyes squeezing shut as your hands covered the shy smile that gently spread across your face.
he looked back at the sandwich, and something clicked in his head, finalizing his decision on how he loud he was gonna be with his love.
when both your stages had ended, maki lingered outside your waiting room as he bowed to your group mates who wanted nothing more than to crash in bed. he waited till he caught a glimpse of you walking outside, still chatting with your friend.
making his way to you, your friend was the first to notice him, tapping you on the shoulder and pointing behind you. you turn, greeted by maki's soft, sweet smile as he gestured for you to follow him.
you turn back to say your goodbyes to your friend and follow maki to wherever he was taking you. but something felt weird. he wasn't being cautious instead he was loud, in his actions and words.
"hey, baby," he placed a small kiss on your cheek, catching you off guard as you whipped your head around to look for any cameras that were still on. your gaze lands back on him, confused and furious why he wasn't being careful anymore.
"what's wrong with you?" you whisper-shout, your fist landing on his chest. he grabbed that same hand, tugging you behind him as he headed to the basement.
"where are we going? maki, what's going on-" your words are abruptly cut off when he pushes you into a dimly lit storage room, closing the door behind you gently.
your eyes scan him as he gets closer to you. your body now trapped between a desk and his arms as he cages you in. his warm, minty breath close enough to you as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. you let out a breath, running your fingers through his short hair as your arm pulls him closer to you.
he almost melted then and there, almost forgetting about his mission. but he couldn't, it had to be done now or never. so he gets out of your warm, comforting hold and begins rummaging in his bag. pulling out the wretched sandwich, he hands it over to you with a smile.
but it's not a real smile, you notice the lack of eye wrinkles, his dimples aren't deep enough, and only the bottom half of his face is smiling.
you look at him then at the sandwich then back up at him, an eyebrow arching as you point. "did you bring me here to feed me a fucking sandwich?"
"no, open it." maki chuckles, nudging the sandwich in your hands. you look at him with a skeptical expression, slowly unwrapping it to find a small piece of paper poking out from inside. unfolding it, you find a series of numbers followed by initials that do not seem familiar to you.
"if this is some cryptic bullshit you want me to decode right now, i'll actually-"
"i was given this today," maki shushes you, finger over your lips as he gently pulls at your lower lip. so full and soft. "and i was assigned to give it to you, plus putting in a 'good word' for him."
you blink once, then twice, realizing that this was the infamous exchange of phone numbers using the inkigayo sandwiches. your eyes widen as you hurry to explain yourself to maki, to tell him that you don't even know this guy, let alone talk to him enough to give him the 'okay-signal' to do such a thing.
maki shakes his head, acknowledging that it's all that slick bastard's doing, but he still can't ignore the fact that you seemed single enough for him to even think that he had a chance with you.
maki's hands trail off the desk, gliding all over your thighs as they settle on your hips. in a swift move, he pulls you closer to him, your legs parting as his hips connect to yours.
a gasp escapes you as you feel him. he's already this hard when you haven't done anything.
"wait, maki, we can't—" your hands are on his chest, not pushing him away, but to anchor yourself and your sanity that was now running on fumes. "come back to the dorm with me. the girls are asleep, anyway."
"what i'll be doing to you would be enough noise to wake the fucking dead."
usually when maki says these things, he has that stupid boyish grin plastered across his face, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
but this maki in front of you with his unwavering gaze, adamant tone as his hands kept kneading your hips — you knew he was dead serious.
it happened faster than you could register, his lips crashing onto yours as he angled his head, tongue swiping across your bottom lip to push deeper into you. a sound slips past your lips as he pulls you even closer to him, feeling his tip grind on your clit.
you pull away first to gasp for air as he keeps rolling his waist against yours. looking down between you, you see his pants bulging more with every movement. maki tsks, dissatisfied that you'd focus on anything else but him right now.
he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks. "eyes on me. not anywhere else. just me."
if you hadn't been sitting down, you would've buckled under his gaze. you give him a quick nod and watch him slowly kneel to the floor. he pulls you even closer to the edge of the table, fingers wrapped around the waistband of your sweatpants before pulling them off you.
left bare, you suddenly feel shy. you're the only one who's removed anything. your legs naturally shut, but maki slaps the inside of your thighs. soft skin ripples under his hands as he holds you open. he looks up at you, checking if your gaze is still on him, then begins leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses all over your abdomen.
he teases your core, his breath hovering over you as his lips move down to your inner thighs. his hand kneads the supple skin of your legs, stroking you all over till he reaches your pearl.
he draws small, slow circles over it, sucking the skin of your inner thigh while leaving bite marks up and down your legs, all while his hand still circles over your bud, still covered by your panties.
maki's gaze never leaves yours, not even when you close your eyes to take in the feeling of his rough yet gentle hands roaming all over you.
"maki—" you whine, shoving his hand further down. you need something inside you. to relieve you, to fuck you. you need him inside you, now.
maki only hums in response, finally traveling to your poor neglected heat. he licks a long strip over your panties while you beg for that same warmth inside you. then he pulls the panties down with his teeth. the air hits your bare, dripping center, and you let out a shaky breath.
his fingers circle your clit, less gentle than before. his tongue sucks all over your outer and inner folds, traveling from top to bottom of your core as his finger flicks over your bud. a gasp escapes you, hips bucking up into his face — his prominent nose hitting that sweet spot once more.
you try to keep your voice low, as small as you can, but he's too much of a fucking tease. another whine escapes you when a particular suck makes you almost see stars. you try not to come right then and there.
your eyes well up with tears as you beg, "maki, please — i'll do anything, just please — fuck, please."
he chuckles, his breath tickling your fluttering, tender folds as he continues rubbing those torturous circles over your overly sensitive pearl.
"you're mine. no one else's." his voice is deep, rough, dripping with need.
"you— only you— please," you plead, your head falling back as your hips stutter uncontrollably.
he groans at your entrance, his tongue now teasing your tender opening. his eyes never leave you, adoring how easily you fall apart under his hold.
"yes— ah, shit— only yours, maki. yours—" the air knocks out of your lungs when his tongue enters you so suddenly, his fingers now toying with your bud more mercilessly.
his tongue keeps moving in and out of you, sucking on your clit as he continues groaning against you; his own hips bucking into the air.
"i'm close— so close— fuck, fuck, maki— i'm gonna cum—" you gasp for air, your hand reaching for his hair to shove him even deeper into your heat. his nose keeps bumping into your sensitive bud. by now, you're basically riding his face.
another groan from him, his fingers merciless with their pace, signaling you to cum on his face as you shove him even closer. your eyes roll back as you orgasm, heat rushing through your body. you lie back on the table, legs still closed around maki's head as you shake.
he continues lapping up your juice, working you through your own orgasm as his hips continue to buck into the air. he doesn't care about himself right now, gently parting your legs open to take in a deep breath as the air reaches his lungs once again.
your combined heavy breathing sounds in the room as maki licks up the rest of your juices around his mouth, leaning over you with that cheeky, dimpled smile of his. your chest rumbles with a chuckle as you get a hold of his face in your hands, leaving soft kisses on his lips and tasting yourself on him.
you look down at your legs that were still slightly trembling, riddled with bite marks and hickeys.
"what are you, a suction cup?" you sigh, trying to find a way to explain what happened to your group mates now.
maki's hand travels to you neck, fingers tracing over your collarbones with a teasing smile playing on his face. "i like to think i behaved." 𖹭
how the teamies act in a relationship with you... 𖹭
tags: fluff city, suggestive nicho (if u squint), you're down bad for the boys and vice versa, gn!reader, lots of touching, kissing, hugging
A/N: thank u for 300+ notes on the last ot9 pairing ilyall very much pls enjoy this one as well ☆
koga yudai:
kei is always so busy with work, and it doesn't help that he's so loved by other people around him. he's warm, kind, and amusing to be around. everyone naturally gravitate towards him, and you don't blame them. you love your boyfriend, and part of that love is feeling content seeing him so adored by others around him.
kei, on the other hand, is bothered by this. how could you not be bothered? are you not jealous over him? or could it be... you like imagining him with other people? a million thoughts run through his pretty head, and they all come to a halt when you tiptoe to fix his bangs.
"you need a haircut," you said, focused on his hair. he grabbed your wrist, giving it a small peck and pulled you flush against him.
"what i need is you right now." his voice was low, barely over a mumble. his eyes held an emotion that you couldn't quite put your finger on. with a tilt of your head, you reminded him that you were literally stuck to him right now. how could he need more of you? you couldn't be more close.
he was stunned with your reply, but it calmed his throbbing head. a breathy laugh escaped, dropping his head on your shoulders, arms wrapped around you in a bear hug. he loves you so much that, in his eyes, you could never do wrong. 𖹭
murata fuma:
oh, how perfect this man can be. he takes care of his own health as well as yours. he may not be able to cook too well, but he knows how to help out by cleaning up the mess made as a result. he puts the clothes in the dryer the minute the washing cycle is done. seriously, could he be anymore perfect?
but sometimes, he can just be too cute for his own good. he takes extra care of his pokémon plushie collection, lining them up one by one on his bed.
"don't you think this'll get messed up when we're actually asleep?" you asked him gently, your hand coming around his waist to his chest. you leaned your cheek against his shoulder blade area, "no, if we don't move, eevee will be fine." he said, fully convinced that that was a solution.
you couldn't believe what you were hearing, truly, but you weren't going to deny him his wishes. you just hope deep-sleep-you would actually cooperate. as if he could hear your thoughts, he turns and cups your face, lips inches away from yours, "let's cuddle tonight. that way you won't kick in your sleep and knock over the eevees."
your insides were flipping around doing jumping jacks and who are you if not escatatic that you were going to sleep with his arms holding you tight? 𖹭
wang yixiang:
oooh mister fashonisto over here SHOWERS you in clothes and accessories. whenever he goes out shopping for his own clothes, he has to get you something.
whenever you're going out, you have to pass by him or text him the outfit to get the nico approval. not because he wants to check if it's too short or too revealing, but because he wants you to always look your best.
"you should loosen that belt a little more," holding back a smile, he reaches over in an attempt to unbuckle the belt. you hold his hands in place and give him a pointed look, already knowing how much he loves teasing you like this. he steals this opportunity by grabbing your arm with his free hand, pulling your body close to his.
his facial expressions were teasing you to no end, and his hands weren't helping either. they just couldn't stay on one place on your body. "if you loosen it anymore, I won't have anything to hold up these huge pants, nico," you push his hands away, already knowing why he wanted to unbuckle them. that grin stretched on his face told you all about it.
"c'mon, just give me a lil show!" he shouted a playful ow! when you flicked his forehead. cupping his face, you gave him a little smooch on his forehead as an apology, telling him that if he behaves he'd get more than a peck. you'd never seen your weno so disciplined. 𖹭
byun euijoo:
baby juju is definitely more reserved, more shy than kei or nicho are, but he always tries to do his best. for you. flashing that bright, contagious smile of his at everyone he passes by, greeting them one by one. he always wanted to leave the best impression so that when people talked to you about him, they'd sing praises.
he cares so much about your opinions and feelings that he forgets to tell you anything about himself. he'd look at you with huge heart eyes like you'd hung the stars, chin on the palm of his hand. anyone passing by could see his adoration for you.
"quit looking at me like that," you pressed your ice cold hands to your firey hot cheeks, "you're making me nervous." you muttered, body turning away from him in hopes you're able to calm yourself down.
the sight almost made euijoo fly. no matter how long you've been together, his heart still hammered against his chest. his hands snaked around your waist, wrapping his arms tightly around you in a gentle back hug.
his breathing was close to your ear, the scent of cherries hitting your nose. "and you make me feel like the luckiest man alive." a kiss on the cheek made you squeal, turning around still in his arms to give him a playful smack to the chest. just where did your shy juju go? 𖹭
nakakita yuma:
yuma knows he loves you, and he could never go a day without seeing you. that's why when he finally asked you out to make it official, he made sure to do it at night, where the soft light of the street lamps combined with his cap covered the deep red shade of his ears. he just couldn't handle knowing that you knew how much he actually loves you.
when you finished lunch together, you decided to take a walk around, talking about anything and everything. as you passed by a coffee shop, you suddenly craved one of the displayed cakes, staring at it for a second too long. however, you decided against it, today's lunch was enough, and you didn't want to bother yuma with your requests.
but, yuma noticed. everything. the staring, the hesitation, the decision-making, it was all written on your face. he prided himself on his ability to read you so well obviously because he's known you for so long and not because he studies your every move and facial expression. definitely not.
so he asked you to sit at a stoop for 5 minutes nearby, saying he forgot his wallet at the restaurant, and you simply complied.
only to see him walk back to you with that same piece of cake wrapped up in clear packaging in one hand and your favorite coffee drink in the other. a boyish smile played on his face as he walked up to you. at that moment you became much more infatuated with your endearing yuu-kun. 𖹭
asakura jo:
god, this precious boy. he's been so lost in thought recently, his eyes unfocused as you watched him on the other side of the couch then suddenly, he perks up, immediately looking at you to see if you caught him zoning out. thank god for your fast reflexes.
when you both were out on a date, he'd zoned out again, looking out the window this time. his name had been called out twice for the coffee you'd ordered. by the time you came back with your coffees in hand, jojo had an uneasy look on his face. you hesitated handing him his drink, "did you not want this? you can take mine if you'd like or we can order another-"
he quickly refused, shaking his head and hands as he tried to get words out but was too flustered. he urged you to sit down, telling you that he had something he wanted to talk to you about. your heart dropped to your stomach.
"lately, i've been doing a lot of thinking..." he starts, fiddling with his hands. shakily, jo extends his hands to you, asking for your hands in his. you quickly grip them, assuring him that you'll listen no matter what. "and... i want us to move in together."
your heart leaped all the way back and almost out of your body. is this what's been occupying your lovely jojo's brain? a smile stretched across your face, ear to ear. you covered your face with your hands that were still holding his, telling him that you've been thinking about this moment from the day you first met. that changed his already pink face to a light tomato red. how adorable your boyfriend can be. 𖹭
shigeta harua:
harua loves being spoiled by you. one look at his puppy eyes, and you're already up on your feet, ready to do whatever it is he needs. even when he wants you to do something you're hesitant about doing, just by saying your name with a whine makes you weak for him.
rua enjoys being pampered by you. your hugs are his absolute favorite, always looking forward to them after a long day at work. walking into your room where you were reading your fav book, he stood at the foot of the bed. he wanted to get your attention, he wanted you to look at him, only him. he needed your eyes on him, and you sensed that.
when you glanced up at him, you saw his pouty lips slowly split into a small smile. you reciprocated, dropping your book beside you and opening your arms wide for him. he gladly dived into your invitation as he let out a sigh of relief.
he was finally in your arms again; your scent enveloped him completely, "i missed you so much." he said into your hair, shifting himself around so that half his body was lying on top of you. one hand stroked circles on his back while the other played with his hair.
you let out a giggle, kissing the top of his head, telling him that today was especially boring because he wasn't around. rua couldn't suppress his bunny grin or the blush creeping up his neck, he just loves you so much. 𖹭
takayama riki:
my beloved puppy taki, he's such a mix of everything; however, he is very perceptive of your feelings. he understands that not everyone can keep up with his energy so he's always going with the flow when he's around you.
you want to go out to the gym? he's already filling your water bottle so you can both workout together. staying at home for date night? leave the food to him, he'll serve you the best pasta you've had yet.
taki once came over to your place of seating while scratching the back of his head. pulling out two concert tickets, "i bought these for us," he paused for a second, letting you read the contents. "but im not sure if we can go there."
you asked him why as he replied that he might be traveling on that same day. his bottom lip slightly protruded but that quickly changed as he exclaimed, "but you can take these for you and your friends!" oh, how silly your boyfriend was.
"i'd rather wait for you to come back safely and then we can go. together." you emphasized the last word, to make sure he understood. the boyish grin shining on his face definitely showed that he did. 𖹭
riki wilhelm mauss:
this man adores taking care of you. there isn't anything more important to him than the fact that you're healthy and having fun. he would start acting like your personal jester if it meant that your day would be a little better.
you popped open the pill bottle and tossed one of them into your mouth followed by a large gulp of water. with a sigh of relief, you slipped under the covers again. you've been sick for the past 2 days with a fever and a runny nose, supposedly the common cold, but it's been kicking you in the butt. shivering, you pulled the blanket over your head as you slipped into deep sleep.
maki was worried. he was outside your apartment, but he was hesitant to enter. you haven't been answering his texts, and his calls were going to voicemail. he had a spare key to your place, but he's never been inside before. what if something happened to her, he thought to himself, his worries growing by the second.
he psyched himself up and put the key in the lock, but the door was already unlocked. adrenaline shot through maki's body as he kicked the door open, hoping it would startle whoever had broken in, but he was met with silence... and a soft snore? he looked to his left and found you, laying on the couch with tissues scattered around you.
crouching down, he placed his hand on your warm forehead, relieved that you were just sick at home. after calming himself, he tidied up the area and headed to the kitchen to prepare a comforting stew his mother had made for him multiple times. when he came back, he found you half-asleep with a cooling pad on your forehead.
kneeling beside you, he gently touched his forehead to yours and whispered, "hi, baby." you smiled in response, feeling grateful that your favorite person was there with you. 𖹭
𝑺𝒚𝒏: 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! ☆
Part 1 // Part 2
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
tags: +18 MDNI!!, smut, semi-public sex, blow job, NSFW content under the cut
maki knew what he was doing when he wore the boxers. he knew when he sagged his pants and lifted his arms to wave at the fans. his shirt lifted to show the bright waistband with "Suck My Dick" written in bold all around.
you'd seen the pics all over social media, everywhere you scrolled, that flashing picture shined through your phone. you couldn't hold yourself back anymore.
maki sat across from you at a restaurant that he had wanted to take you to, casually scrolling on his phone while slurping on noodles.
you slowly move underneath the table, sinking to your knees in front of him. your hands start at his knees, sliding up his thighs. maki only shot you a look as if uninterested.
you flash him a sly smirk, hands moving towards the button of his jeans. when you finished undoing them, the same "Suck My Dick" boxers shined through.
without hesitation, you grabbed his dick through the fabric. he was already half-hard as if he'd been waiting for you to touch him.
maki still had his eyes on his phone, but his grip around it tightened.
your fingers reach for the hem, tugging the boxers down and licked a long strip up his shaft. the sudden warmth and wetness of your mouth made him flinch.
his legs opened wider, letting you get closer to the base of his cock. you give him tiny kitten licks all over his tip down the shaft, wanting to see how long he can keep this mask up.
you felt his hips twitch, your smirk wider than ever.
"you need to stop," maki muttered under his breath, loud enough for you to hear from the chatter of the restaurant.
he lifted the table cloth to look at you, "you can do whatever you want back at the-"
you interrupted him by popping his tip in your mouth, eyes looking straight into his that were now closed. he straightened back up, hand gripping the edge of the table.
you continued sucking him off from only the tip, hands working the rest of his cock. you could feel his hips bucking into your mouth, trying to shove his dick further down, but you held him in place, a hand on his lower abdomen.
and then, a waitress appeared from behind him, asking if there was something wrong.
"no," maki sighed, leaning against the table in an attempt to cover you, "why would there be?"
"oh, your date seems to have left for some time. is she alright?" she questioned, seemingly concerned.
maki flashed her a polite smile, arms still on the table, wanting to reply to her, but you decided now would be the perfect time to shove his entire length down your throat.
your mouth stretched around him, taking him all in bit by bit. you almost gagged but held it in. his heavy weight rested on your tongue, drool dripping down the side of your mouth as he tried his best to answer the waitress.
"she's- god, she's okay," he sounded breathless, hips barely staying in place anymore.
the waitress smiled, somehow not noticing anything unusual, and left. once she was far away, maki leaned back, hand now reaching for your hair. his hips bucked into your face as he tried to make you take more of him.
you continued bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks around him. maki let out a sound, not a moan, almost a whimper. he was close.
you pull your mouth off him, hand now doing the work of finishing him off. his breathing quickened, going back to leaning his arms on the table as his hips now stuttered against your hands.
seeing his dick pulsating, you popped his dick back in your mouth, which was enough for him to release inside your mouth. you took it all in, licking him off when he was done.
you crawled your way back to your seat, reaching for the napkin to wipe the corners of your mouth.
maki was still across you, eyes now unfocused, arms slightly limp as he slowly came down from his high. 𖹭
