Tunnel vision
husband!maki x wife!fem!reader
✟ 𓏼꫶ summary :: growing up, your parents taught you to only have sex after marriage, and on your wedding night, you backed up like an abandoned puppy because you were so nervous. however, your husband setting your honeymoon on a yacht with beautiful ocean view changed a few things, and it somehow made your confidence grow...
✟ 𓏼꫶ genre :: smut with small plot, marriage au, small angst, fluff
✟ 𓏼꫶ tags :: religious trauma, forced Christianity (it's not a big part of the story but it gives a little character), lots of kissing, belly bulge, breeding kink, creampie, virginity kink, fingering, reverse cowgirl, body worship, maki is obsessed with reader and reader is obsessed with maki, flirting, graphic explicit content, sex on a yacht, hair pulling, protected sex, unprotected sex (do NOT do that), p in v, rough sex, maki is possessive, virgin!reader, lmk if i missed something
✟ 𓏼꫶ wc :: 6.3k
✟ 𓏼꫶ requested by @makizdoll — kayzzzzzz i hope you like this because i put all my heart into this and some parts even made ME giggle and daydream about this man... gosh i love your mind sm let me kiss you for requesting this
now playing :: tunnel vision — justin timberlake
notes :: did i write this whole thing in one sitting? yes! did i have to lock myself in my room to write this whole thing in one sitting? yes! my translator died for some reason and i crashed out numerous times, plus my search history makes me seem like im insane. but it worth it. i still think the smut part turned out kindaa badly and i read it a loooot of times, but fml i give up. (and the smut part is 4k words long...)
You never thought you’d end up with someone like Maki. It was more likely because your parents were so obsessed with your life and who you like, you thought you'd marry someone they liked more rather than you. You have already accepted your fate when you were thirteen, going to church with your head ducked down, eyes fixed on your steps and your dark brown boots. You thought your parents would have control over your life until you die. They would decide your future career, who you date, marry, how many children you will have.
Your mother is a believer of Christ, and your father just loves your mom so much he had turned to Christianity for their love to last. In contact, you’ve never really understood the hype around religions. Obviously you were afraid to admit this to your parents as a kid, and you are still afraid to do it at the age of twenty something.
You steal a glance at your parents sitting in the corner, and you feel the pit of your stomach burning as you see their judgemental gaze as they watch your husband dance like an idiot on the dance floor. He's drunk, might be the drunkest you’ve ever seen him, his shirt already having the top two buttons undone.
That burning sensation crawls up to your throat the moment you see your mom lean closer to your dad, whispering something into his ear.
“Why don't you dance with him?” Someone of the guests pats your forearm, making you look away from your parents. You don't exactly know who she is, but she sounds sweet, her voice like honey. Might be one of Maki’s relatives.
You shoot her a smile, shaking your head. Just imagining your parents' reaction at you dancing with someone they hate makes your eyes tear up with shame. “He’s funny to watch”
“Come on, darling! It's your wedding” She says, something like sadness lingering in her eyes. Your eyes flicker between your parents and Maki who still dances with nothing bothering him in the world, a big smile on his face.
You can't stop the smile that tugs in the corner of your lips as you watch him, feeling the burning sensation getting washed away by butterflies. After a few moments of hesitation, you stand up and walk up to him. When he sees you, his whole face lights up as he walks towards you and embraces you into a tight hug, the champagne in his hand darting dangerously close to the glass’s rim as he moves. “Finally!” you feel his breath on your neck “I thought you'd never dance with me”
You smile as you pull back from the hug and hold his hands, and Maki spins you around with a laugh. For the rest of the night, you decide to not look at your parents. They can rot in the corner of the room.
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Maki kicks the door of the hotel room with his leg lazily, a soft click signaling that the door is locked. His tongue has been exploring your mouth since you two have gotten out of the elevator. You tried to stop him, giggling as you took your heels off, but he said he just ‘couldn't stop himself’ so you let him.
His hands softly grazed your waist, touching the exposed skin there. Your wedding dress was designed a little bit differently than the ones you used to see in tv shows and movies. It wasn't that big, and didn't have that dramatic skirt part. It was basically a pencil skirt made out of silk fabric. The shoulder part hung off your shoulders, exposing your collarbone, the back was cut out down to your waist.
Maki pushes you back gently, leading you to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. The swan origami pieces of towels are still perfectly settled in the middle of it. When he softly bites your bottom lip, you let out a hiss and pull back.
You have been fantasizing about this moment your whole life. What is it like to be in someone's arms? What is it like to be intimate with someone? It's kinda embarrassing to admit that ever since you knew what ‘sex’ meant, you imagined yourself having it. It's even more embarrassing to admit how much it scared you.
You pull your shaky hands away from his shoulders, fiddling with your silver necklace instead. Maki’s eyes scan your face confusedly, his thick brows knitting together in a frown. “Is everything alright?” he whispers as he lets his own hands drop from your waist.
You step away, putting a distance between you two. The truth is that you are even more scared now in the moment that you were when you just thought about it. Having sex is a big thing. You always thought you were just overthinking everything, about having it with ‘the right person’ or ‘regretting it right after’. As your friends also said — you will forget all your worries when you are in the moment.
That's supposed to happen now, right? So why does your stomach do backflips like your life depends on this? It's your wedding night. You must have sex on your wedding night. Everybody knows that it's a tradition, Maki too, and looking at his confused face makes you spiral shamefully. It's his night too.
“I'm sorry I just—” you say, sighing deeply. “I’ve never really been with anyone before”
The silver necklace between your fingers lets out a small sound as it rips, falling to the ground. You and Maki both follow it with your eyes, and you take another step back. God, you can't cry now. It can't happen. You can cry after you’ve done it and you lay in your bed in darkness, but not now!
Seeing the concern on your face, Maki’s expression softens and a small smile tugs in the corner of his lips. “Hey, it's okay”
Your body tenses “Okay? No it's not… I’m just, I shouldn't feel like this”
He steps closer and rubs your shoulders softly, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “Can I take you somewhere? And you can talk about it if you want” he tilts his head as he looks at you, and when was the time when you could say no to that handsome face of his?
You nod your head, and he grabs your hand excitedly as he leads you out of the room and gestures to you to stay silent by putting a finger in front of his lips. You swallow a giggle when you get in the elevator, him still holding your hand when he presses the 0 button.
“Maki, I don't have shoes on” you laugh, balancing your weight from one foot to the other on the cold tiles.
He looks down to your naked feet and laughs too. The elevator stops with a soft ding sound, and Maki suddenly squats down to grab onto the back of your knees and your waist, unexpectedly picking you up from the ground. A small scream leaves your mouth, the action catching you off guard and you try to grab onto the back of his neck as quickly as possible so you don't fall from his arms.
“What are you doing silly?” you ask, giggling.
“I don't want my princess to catch a cold” he simply answers as he presses a kiss to your forehead and steps out of the elevator, walking through the hallway that leads to the parking lot.
He doesn't even put you down when he opens the heavy door, he just kicks it open. It's already late at night, the whole hotel is covered in warm lights that leave everyone's jaw open.
When choosing the hotel to stay in after your wedding, you let Maki choose. He chose a hotel in a rich city you’ve never been in, that's another reason why your parents hate him. They always wanted you to have your wedding in your hometown, not some luxurious place.
You wanted him to surprise you with something, and this will also happen with your honeymoon. Yes, you have no idea where you are going to stay during your honeymoon with your husband. Most people were shocked when you told them this, but you trust Maki’s choice of places when it comes to things like this. He always knows the best places, when you two met and he took you on dates, he was always the one who chose the restaurants. It was always the same line he told you ‘let me surprise you’ with that slight tilt of his head and puppy eyes that you could never say no to.
The soft summer breeze tickles your skin as Maki carries you to your car, and you can't stop admiring his face in the dim lights of the hotel as he walks, not an ounce of struggle sitting out on his expression as he grips your legs and waist strongly.
He only puts you down when he has to open up the passenger seat’s door for you. Then, he slides onto the driver's seat and starts the engine. He smiles at you before he drives out of the packed parking lot.
“Where are we going?” you ask while looking out of the window, the city’s lights making your eyes sparkle.
“Don't be nosy” he answers, tone low. “Let me surprise you”
And you do, like always. You don't say anything else until you get there, letting him take the turns that you have no idea of where they lead. You never thought you'd trust a man like you trust Maki. With him, everything feels safe. Sometimes it feels like he's not even a man, because he's so loyal and kind, and also caring.
And as your mom taught you, only religious men can be like that, who follow the Bible.
Maki leans back in his seat when he stops the engine, turning his head towards you. You scan the place when you look out of the front window, then you narrow your eyes at him with a smile on your face.
“A convenience store?”
He nods proudly “It's 2 am, nothing else is open” he slowly slides his hand to your lap, interlinking your fingers together. “Let's get snacks”
The store is big. Obviously you have been in a big store, that's not the case, but for a convenience store this is the biggest you’ve ever been in. The cashier is barely awake, he’s holding onto the countertop with all his strength so he can stay standing, but his head is ducked down and you can't see if his eyes are open or closed because his red cap covers his face, but you have a guess.
“I’ve never been in a convenience store so big” you comment as you let Maki grab onto your hand, interlinking your fingers again. You imagined you and Maki from the perspective of an outsider, because how dumb is it to see a freshly married couple in a wedding dress and suit (well, not really a suit anymore because he took off the blazer and his shirt is half undone) in a convenience store in the middle of the night.
“I heard you can make multiple variants of ramen here” he says as he leads you to the snack section, stopping in front of the sweets.
He hums as he looks up and looks for your favorite snack, and he lets out an excited ‘ah!’ when he finally finds it and picks it up.
“But you don't even like sweets?” you ask confusedly, Maki just shrugs.
“I know, but I want to make you feel good. If you like sweets then we are getting sweets.” he states and puts the pack of brownies in your cart. Then he looks back on the shelves and picks up a few more snacks randomly.
“What are you doing?”
“We should try them” he smiles and leans in to kiss your cheeks, not even caring to look at the price of the sweets. Around five different types of chocolate bars in different sizes and flavors, three packs of gummy bears and eight packs of brownies were in your cart when he finally decided it's time to pay and leave. It took you a few minutes to convince him to get something he likes too, and grumbling to himself he picked up a singular pack of cheetos.
You stayed up all night, but you did not have sex on your wedding night. Instead, you and Maki ate every sweet (and the cheetos) you bought, and you had to admit that for some reason they tasted way better than the ones you used to eat in your hometown. It's like the quality was better, maybe because their prices were three times more expensive than the ones you buy on bad days in your town’s corner shop, when you have your period or just have a bad day at work. They gained a whole new meaning in your eyes.
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Maki watches the glint in your eyes when he moves behind you and grabs your wrists to slowly move away your palms from in front of your eyes. Your jaw nearly drops and he can't help but laugh at your reaction.
A freaking yacht?
“You rented a yacht for our honeymoon?” you ask, fixing your eyes on the huge ship.
It was enormous. Multiple floors, balconies and the whole thing was so long you questioned if he didn't invite more people, because there's no way you two will have this whole thing for a week all to yourselves.
“Well” he laughs and moves to your side, his hand squeezing your waist “I didn't rent it”
Your eyes widen as you look at him, and he looks down at you with a smirk on his face.
Your breath hitches in your throat. “You—? There's no way, Maki” you shake your head, looking back at the huge yacht. This couldn't be true.
“Accept this as my wedding gift for you, wifey”
“Guests buy wedding gifts for the married couple and not the husband for the wife. Especially not a whole yacht”
He laughs and reaches down to your hand, sliding his big palm onto yours. “Aren't you happy? We can do whatever with this. I know you love the ocean, so why not explore it a little bit?” he hints a kiss in your hair.
You shrug, just imagining how expensive the ship was freaks you out. But at the same time, you know his family is way more different than yours. His father owns a whole damn company, and you know they are way less strict than your parents. You already knew this, but now you are sure (mainly because you can see it in front of your own eyes) that their wallet is thick.
Your lips curl into a smile, and you turn to step on the tip of your toes and kiss him. “I’m not against it”
The rest of the day goes away pretty quickly, but you know what they say — time doesn't exist when you have a good time. And oh boy, you did have an amazing time. Turns out Maki knows how to drive the yacht, and you had to hide how much it turns you on.
You swam in the ocean numerous times, because your husband not only bought you the whole yacht but apparently clothes too, and shoes, and bags, and there is a whole damn kitchen downstairs which is full of food and bowls and everything you might ever need for cooking.
He led you around in your new ship — obviously holding your hand the whole time — and as you entered every room, with each one it seemed more like a place to live in rather than a place to just explore the ocean with. There are numerous guest rooms in it, but your favorite one is the so-called main bedroom, because it's underwater.
It's on the very bottom floor, which has a beautiful view of the underwater and you can see the fishes swimming around in the clear water. It's huge, with a wardrobe that is big enough to be a whole other room, and a bathroom that leads from the room! The bed is placed in the middle of the room, and it has red silk sheets on it, which almost made you throw away your brain when you saw it.
Maki knows you love to sleep with silk sheets. They are so comfortable, and even though sometimes you have terrible insomnia the feeling of it wrapping around you helps you calm down.
The bottom floor also has a spa in it, and you and Maki spent a good hour there, just relaxing. It was the best thing ever. He understands you without words, and it kinda makes you freak out after all the shit your parents put in your head at your young age. The thing about religious men, and royalty to God. Maki didn't have all of this.
But he had way more. And he was always ready to give you everything you needed. It felt like you finally got free, cause look at you: on a yacht alone with your husband who can apparently drive the yacht and is rich, what is this if not the greatest rebellion against your shitty parents?
The best part of your day was when you opened up to Maki about your controlling mom and your dad who follows whatever she does. Obviously, he already knew how your parents are. The day he met them wasn't the best memory for him for sure. They weren't welcoming at all, and they constantly asked about his family and their beliefs. It happened, but after that it never really got brought up between you two. It was kinda your fault, because you were trying to avoid the religion topic as much as you could in the past years, and talking about your parents felt way too close to it.
But sitting in the sauna after a relieving massage made it feel easier to talk about it for some reason. You felt like this was the right time. And Maki listened quietly, sitting in front of you only in a towel that covered his bottom half while he breathed heavily because of the heat, sweat drools trailing down from his toned chest to his abs until they disappeared into the towel.
He said he understands why you avoided the topic for this long, and he knows it must’ve caused you trauma as a child. He straight up comforted you with a hug when you got out and took a shower and you finally weren't all sweaty.
Now it's around seven in the evening and you are splayed on the huge bed, tangled in the silk sheets while he is sitting by the bedframe, a glass of wine in his hand and yours is on the bedside table. You don't know what he sprayed the bed with, but you just can't get enough of the sweet vanilla scent. You look out of the huge window, admiring the way some fishes swim in front of the window. It makes you wonder: aren't they scared of you? Can they even see through the glass?
Maki, however, has his eyes on you. The way you lay on the bed with both of your arms stretched out next to you, your legs slightly hanging off of the edge of the bed. Your hair is all over around your head, your eyes shining as you look at the fishes.
He can't get enough of the sight of you, but why would he, when you just look so fucking pretty all the time? He’s sure he'll forever be obsessed with you. He loves you when you wear makeup, and when you don't. He loves you when you dress elegantly, and when you dress comfortably. He loves you when you make your hair, but he also loves you with all his heart when you just woke up and your hair is a mess.
Maki moves his eyes from your face to your legs, trailing down on your body, the way your hips curve, the way he can slightly see into your shirt because of the angle you are in.
He takes a big sip of his wine, swallowing it hard. He can't believe that all of this is real, everything he ever imagined with you will become real in the upcoming years. You will get a house together, maybe a dog or a cat, children…
God, he just can't believe you are his. He can't believe that there's this person out there who looks just like that, and is kind and innocent just like that, and is also his wife. Forever.
He can't help the way his cock twitches in his pants, already hard at the mere thought of having you.
Maki coughs awkwardly and puts his wine down on the bedside table next to yours before he breaks his glass with his strong grip.
“So” he says, voice coming out firmer than expected. “Before me, you’ve actually never—” he doesn't finish the sentence, because he's too embarrassed to. What kind of question is this?
The truth is that you and Maki have been together for only a few years, and the marriage was sudden but definitely not rushed. It felt just right in this tempo, even though it was fast. You’ve talked about numerous things, but one thing that never got into your conversation was past relationships. It might've been because you avoided the religious topic and that came with avoiding the relationship topic too — again, because your parents were too close to both of these.
You sigh and prompt yourself on your elbows, turning your head back to look at him. “No” you shake your head, confused at the sudden question.
Maki bites down his lip, dropping his hands onto his lap. “Right” he coughs again, and it makes you smile when you realize why he acts like this all of a sudden.
“Is my husband hard at the thought of me being a virgin?” you tease.
Maki laughs awkwardly, his cheeks getting red at your teasing immediately. He reaches over to the bedside table for his wine to drink the rest of it that's left in the glass. His tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Perhaps”
You sit up fully and turn around to face him, your eyes trailing down to the visible bulge in his pants. And in this room, with these beautiful windows around you on the bed covered in red silk sheets, suddenly it doesn't seem so scary. You feel more confident than ever. “Don't be shy, tell me what you want”
You get on all fours to crawl closer to him, and as you reach him you press a kiss on his neck. He sits with his legs straightened and you are above his legs as Maki looks over at your shoulder, watching the way your back arches as you press kisses on his skin. He lets out a small sound that makes you pull back and look into his eyes.
“I was thinking about how I should thank you for the yacht.” You sit down on his thighs, putting one hand on his shoulder while your other hand wanders to his sweatpants. You keep eye contact with him as your hand goes past the hem of his pants and you grab him through his boxers, massaging his twitching cock slowly.
“Shit” He breathes, looking down at your hand and the way you work him up even more.
The truth is that you have no idea what you are doing. But it seems like it's right, because his expression softens and he frowns his brows together like he could come just from this. You pull your hand away from his pants, leaving him aching for more.
You cup his cheeks in your hands and move closer, needing to close the distance between you. As you straddle his lap you kiss him deeply and slowly, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip and taste the sweetness of it. You put your whole weight down on his lap, kind of unsure of what to do.
Maki slightly moves his hips upwards to press his bulge to your clothed crotch, dragging his hips back and forward as he grabs onto your sides and moves you on his lap. You let out a soft moan as you press your nails into his shoulders.
He pulls back from the kiss and watches as you chase after him with your eyes closed. The sight makes his lips curl up in a small smile, just so his dimples are showing. “Are you sure?” he asks, tone low.
He does it again. That look that you can't say no to, with the slightly tilted head and the puppy eyes. So you say yes. Honestly, you are so horny by the feeling of his bulge pressing to your core that if he didn't look at you like that you would probably say yes too.
You nod your head, ready to kiss him again but he stops you by cupping your cheeks. “I want you to say it”
“Yes. Gosh— Yes I’m sure”
He drops his hands from your cheeks and moves them to your sides to let them explore your body under your shirt, massaging your skin up and down repeatedly with his big palms. “Can I take this off?” Maki asks out of breath when he breaks the kiss, already tilting his head to mark up your neck while waiting for your answer — the answer that comes immediately: yes.
And he does, sliding your top off of you with a slick move, throwing it away in the corner of the room. He looks at your exposed upper body up and down, those breasts he has never seen before but always ached to. It was finally time to look at them properly without feeling guilty, and he drank up every moment of it. Maki moved his hands up without a question to cup your boobs that sit so well in your red lacy bra, sliding his digits across the hem of it.
He has a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. His gaze darkens as he looks up at you, something that looks way too close to hunger. Seeing the way you look at him, with a concerned and hesitant expression, he leans in to press a kiss on your neck, this time only a soft one. “Do you let me take care of you, angel?”
Your body tenses, but as he senses it he moves his hands away from your chest and moves them back to your waist to squeeze it slightly. “Only if you want to,” he hums.
“I just— I don't know what to do” You say, voice shakier than you intended it to be.
“It's okay, I can show you everything” He smiles up at you, caressing your back, his fingers tracing your spine up and down. “I can show you how to do it right”
You run your fingers through his dark locks “Then show me. I let you” you whisper, and he slightly picks you up to move you closer to him on his lap.
“Your bra can stay on if you want” he comments and smiles at you, and you are more than thankful to have your first time with Maki. He's the most understanding and sweetest man you've ever met. You can't even imagine your life next to someone else.
You lean in to kiss him, because that's something you’ve mastered in the past years. Kissing him was your favorite thing to do, it was your sweet escape from everything and everyone surrounding you. Your tongue finds its way to his mouth immediately, and this time it's wilder than the ones before. It makes you get turned on, and it’s not that you’ve never got worked up by a kiss but you’ve never got this horny by a kiss. He takes the lead when he bites your bottom lip, making you let out a moan.
Maki’s voice comes out in heavy breaths when he pulls away, making you realize you are not the only one who's this affected by the kiss. “Do you want to ride me, pretty girl?”
You grind down your weight on his lap again, just to try to calm the heat between your thighs. “Yes” you whimper.
With a steady move, he turns you around on his lap and pushes you down on his clothed cock, just to feel your wet pussy through fabric one more time. In this angle, you can't see what he's doing. It's kind of exciting, because you can only feel how his fingers move to your clit as he circles it through your panties with a firm movement, but you can't see his face while he's doing it.
You let out a moan when he drags his finger from your clit to your hole and slowly pushes it up just to tease you, still through your panties. He gestures to you to get up from his lap but only for a moment so he can pull his pants and boxer down, freeing his aching hard cock from the clothes that kept it suffocatingly.
You can't even gasp for air when you feel his fingers getting hooked up in your panties as he pulls them aside. Then, he slides his middle and index finger to your wet clit, playing with your bud.
You grab onto his shin, slightly arching your back as you push yourself upwards, back toward his hand.
“Chill, you are too greedy” Maki smirks — at least he sounds like he does, because you can't see his face. However, he pushes a finger inside your pulsating hole, and you moan at the sudden sensation. He only has one finger in you, but it already feels too much.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, and you let out a shaky ‘yes’. He takes his time and lets you adjust to his finger before he slowly starts moving it in and out of you, stretching you out. As he does so, you get on all fours and arch your back more so he can reach and see you better while he works to open you up. Seeing you getting wetter as he fingers you makes his cock even harder, and with his other hand he starts to stroke himself slightly.
When you are near crying, he pulls his finger out and grabs your hips to push you down in a sitting position again. “I won't let you cum. Not yet. You have to feel my cock” he teases as he kisses your spine.
Maki reaches to the bedside table and pulls the top drawer out, rummaging through the stuff until he grabs a condom and a bottle of lube. Oh, so he really got ready for this honeymoon. You wait until he puts the condom on for himself, and you feel like maybe you should've helped him with it, because that's what wives do, right? You shake the negative thoughts off of your head before they could grow on you and look back across your shoulder, just to see him biting down his lip as he carefully smears the lube on his cock.
“You alright?” he asks when he sees you looking at him.
You swallow hard and nod, moving back on your knees to settle yourself above his aching cock. You reach down to touch it and you stroke it a few times, hearing a groan from Maki as a reaction. As you touch it, you can feel a vein popping out on the side of his dick, from the base to the tip. You trace your finger across it. He's big. Not that thick, but long. Well, you don't really know what is considered big or long, but for you, he’s definitely big.
When Maki sees you hesitate, he grabs onto your waist. “Need some help?”
You let him line himself up in front of your entrance and move you down, slowly pushing you down on his cock. “Deep breaths, darling” he warns you as he slowly pushes into you inch by inch, stopping time to time and waiting for you to adjust yourself to his size.
When you finally think you got used to his size, you slowly start to move, at first forwards and back. The stretch feels so good, it feels like it's going to rip you in half anytime but in the best way possible. Then, when you gain strength you get off of his cock and let yourself drop down, earning a moan from him.
“Do that again, pretty” he says, hands resting on your hips.
You do it over and over again until you are straight up bouncing on his cock. Maki’s grip on your hips grows rougher and so does he as he can’t control himself anymore and he fucks up into you as he rolls his hips. Each movement knocks the air from your lungs and each one becomes harsher than the last.
A deep groan escapes him at the sight of you - your pretty peach butt, the way your pussy takes him so well – it drives him insane. “Fuck, your virgin pussy stretches out so well for me”
The rough pace brings tears to your eyes, soft whimpers leaving your lips with each movement. Suddenly, he bottoms out fully and removes you from his cock before you could reach your orgasm — leaving you confused.
You turn back, frowning.
“I need to fuck you raw, I just can't — I have to feel you around me” he says out of breath at your reaction, pulling the condom off of his fully hard cock. He just throws it away and smears his pre-cum down on his member to make it easier to slide back into you.
“You are so damn pretty” Maki grabs your hips again and guides you back onto his shaft, this time taking him isn't that hard as before. Without the condom, you feel him more deeply, you can feel the vein you traced with your finger now, and it turns you on even more.
A moan leaves your mouth at the feeling of it as you begin to move yourself back and forward again, feeling his length deep in your stomach. After a few moments of teasing you lose control again and you are riding his cock relentlessly, his hand comes up to grab your hair which makes you arch your back.
The intensity builds quickly, your thoughts slipping away as everything narrows down to the way he holds onto your hair and pulls it, the way he won’t let you slow down. His grip turns almost possessive. “I can't believe I’m the one who has you, all for myself” his hand lets go of your hair and drops down to trace your spine, making you arch even deeper “Don’t stop,” he breathes, though it sounds more like a warning than a request – even if you’re not the one in control. Your name falls from his lips, sending a jolt through you. Every movement feels messy, completely out of control now, and so is Maki.
He whimpers as he leans closer to you when your movements become sloppier by each second. “I'm going to finish” he warns, then adds “In you”
Maki presses himself against your back while his hand finds your stomach, softly pushing it down. You whine as you look down at his hand and stop moving, letting him finish. Maki thrusts into you a few more times but his movements are falling apart, until he eventually fills you up with a last, strong thrust. He pushes down your stomach even harder, making you feel every drop of his cum filling you up. It feels more than amazing.
You drop your weight on him as you try to catch your breath, him still being in you. Your orgasm is so close too, so, so close you have to have it. So you decide to lift yourself up and drop down again. The sudden continuation makes Maki gasp underneath you. You end up riding his soft cock until you cum too, your thighs shuddering by the time you finish.
You practically have to gain strength to pull off of him and lay down next to him on the silk sheets. For a few moments you both stay silent, and the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing.
Then, Maki speaks up “I can't believe you are my wife”
You move your eyes away from the fishes to look at his expression, a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead with sweat “And I can't believe you are my husband”
“Come on” he laughs, making his dimples appear “So, how was your first time?”
“I honestly couldn't imagine a better first time”
Maki reaches out to touch your hand and interlink his hand with yours. “Then we should do this more often. I’ve been waiting to make you mine since the first time I saw you.” he comments “Besides, there are many places on this yacht and we have a whole week alone” You look up at him, and you both of you smiling at each other.
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