in which maki learns nico has always wanted a taste of you and decides to have some fun with you both. or - the one where you get double teamed by nico and maki.
wc: 3k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), raw sex, double penetration, maki gets a little mean, some drinking, safe words established, minors do not interact!
You thought Maki was bluffing, but you should have known better.
Maki didn't bluff. Especially when it came to you.
Nico had become a regular presence in your life since dating Maki. They were in the same group and though that made them coworkers, they were close friends outside of their hectic careers. Nico treated you politely and never gave you any inclination he saw you as anything but Maki's girlfriend.
Little did you know.
Unfortunately for Nico, Maki caught him eyeing you when you weren't looking. And Maki knew that look anywhere. Nico was imagining you without your clothes, and perhaps how you'd look bent over the sofa with your ass in the air.
Maki shook his head. Nico was too vanilla for that. Motherfucker was probably picturing you on your back with your legs wrapped around his waist while he pumped his babies in you.
"Hey!"
Nico jumped, breaking out of his dirty thoughts as Maki clapped him on the shoulder and joined him on the couch, handing him a can of liquor.
"Pretty girl," Maki called over to you, waiting for you to turn around before saying, "Come sit on my lap. Nico is staring at your ass."
Nico almost choked on the sip he'd just taken, exclaiming, "I was not!"
"You were," Maki said smugly, flashing his teeth in a grin.
You shot Maki a look, having been on your way over to him but stopped in your tracks. "Maki, be nice."
"I'm very nice. It's not his fault. Body tea."
"I can't stand you," you whined with a laugh.
Maki patted his thigh. "Then sit down."
You narrowed your eyes at him, already sensing he was up to something, and promptly sat on the other side of Nico, who was now an unfortunate barrier between you and your mischievous boyfriend.
"Whatever you guys are doing, leave me out of it," Nico said in a hurry, holding his hands up.
Maki made a noise of annoyance. "I was going to include you, but nevermind."
"Include me in what?"
"Maki, you're too much right now. Can't you just be normal?" You were complaining, but your heart wasn't totally in it. Reaching over, you took Nico's drink and downed a big gulp.
Maki whined, "You just indirectly kissed another man in front of me!"
"I'll fucking mount him in a minute if you don't stop getting on my nerves."
Nico's jaw was on the floor and he had no idea what to say in this situation. Not that he had a chance. Maki leaned toward him and said, "She's in that weird part of her cycle where she's really mean to me in between all the dick riding."
Your eyes went wide at him spilling trade secrets all over Nico and you snapped, "Maki, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?"
"Stop acting mad," Maki said coolly, smirking. "This is a safe space."
You glared at him. Poor Nico just stayed in his seat between the two of you - the unwilling buffer.
Maki turned to face you both more squarely and leaned back like he was on a beach somewhere, and said, "Well, go ahead. Fucking mount him."
You and Nico stared at Maki in disbelief. And a little bit of hesitation. The same look roadkill gets the moment it steps in front of a truck on the highway.
"Maki, when I said I'm okay with threesomes, I meant with someone that knows what we're talking about," you said in a small voice, worried that your boyfriend had just traumatized the boy next to you who'd never been anything but kind to you.
Maki chuckled, but turned reassuring, sensing what you needed. "He's fine, babe. He wants this. I wouldn't offer if he didn't."
Your gaze finally drifted to Nico. You'd been avoiding looking at him, worried he might be viewing you differently and your heart couldn't take that.
Nico was having a staredown with Maki. This felt like a trap.
Maki wasn't fazed and told him, "Don't look at me. Look at her."
Slowly, Nico turned to look at you and he swore he'd never wanted someone so badly. He always felt guilty for lusting after his best friend's girlfriend, but he never disrespected your relationship. Maki meant too much to him for that.
But there was nothing wrong with looking at you. And daydreaming about you.
Now, here you were, sitting next to him, so close he could hear your hurried breaths and smell that sweet, delicate perfume you always wore.
Nico met your eyes and said, "Do what you want," in the lowest voice you'd ever heard and your heart skipped a beat before slamming into your ribs.
Your body was already moving before your brain could fully comprehend it. You straddled Nico's lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and your hands cradling his face, the two of you crashing into a hot and heavy kiss that knocked the wind out of you both.
Maki watched eagerly, biting his lip. You'd been such a horny little thing lately (you could barely keep your hands off him to begin with, but hormones definitely didn't help), and Maki found he kinda liked the idea of his best friend getting a few orgasms out of you.
You liked kissing Nicholas. It was different from Maki. Your boyfriend was all passion and heat, but Nico was deep and intentional. His hands felt heavy on your skin, roaming your hips and thighs. At his touch and his kisses, you started grinding on him, searching for friction for the ache he was creating between your thighs.
Maki moved, you heard it, but it didn't register. Then you felt his presence at your back, hot and burning as usual. He was on his feet, pushing against you so you knew you could never escape him, and growled, "You want both, baby?"
You nodded as you kept stealing kisses from Nico, who had no problem keeping up with you. His body was moving under yours, arching his hips to meet your ministrations, his dick getting hard in his pants, rubbing against your clothed folds.
Patiently, Maki began gathering your hair in his fist, listening to your kisses with Nico grow wetter, no doubt his tongue pushing into your mouth to really taste you. There was a tiny catch in your breath; Nico had finally decided to palm your breasts hungrily.
Maki tugged on your hair, parting you from Nico's mouth and tipping your head back. You locked eyes with your boyfriend, melting at how aroused he looked, knowing he got off to being in control. Maki peered down at you with approval, seeing your breasts in Nico's hands, your rapid breathing. Nico had already sealed his lips to your neck, needing an outlet, and your eyes lolled.
"You do nothing without my permission. Understand?"
You nodded rapidly.
Maki grinned that devilish grin of his and added, "And you do exactly what I tell you. Got it?"
"Yes," you replied breathlessly. Swallowing the last of your nerves, you asked, "Red, yellow, green?"
"Always," Maki said, confirming your safe words. He glanced at Nico and growled in a rougher voice, "If she says red, you stop. I don't care if you're mid-fucking thrust or nut. Hear me?"
"I hear you," Nico said, returning to the bruise he was sucking in the crook of your neck.
Maki smoothed his free hand down your body before going right to your sex and palming you over your clothes. You were wearing leggings that fit you like a glove, and you were about to be parted from them.
"Yellow means slow down," Maki started, stroking your folds with his fingers and getting a little whimper out of you.
Nico sounded impatient. "I fucking know."
"Watch your tone," Maki chided, the warmth of his hand leaving you as he began fiddling with your leggings. "You wouldn't believe how fast I could pull her off you."
A loud tear sounded through the room, followed by your yelp.
"The fuck?" Nico grunted, glancing down to see Maki ripping your leggings to pieces until he could drop them to a pile on the floor.
"Get him out of his pants," Maki told you, then he shifted to Nico. "Get her shirt off."
You went to work on Nico's belt and jeans, while his arms tangled through yours to get your tee over your head. Behind you, you could hear Maki stripping out of his shirt, but he kept his pants on for now.
When you pulled Nico's hard dick out of his pants, you wrapped your hand around the head and pumped him, making Nico stagger out a breath. You bit your lip, already thinking about his cock inside you, and like clockwork, Maki's hand cupped your sex - now with nothing in the way - again.
"You're wet enough. Put him in," Maki hissed lowly, his fist back in your hair.
Nico's eyes flickered and he looked at Maki behind you. "Raw?"
"She's on the pill. Don't get so excited."
Nico flushed a little and as you lifted your hips, steering him to your entrance, you asked softly, "You wanna put your baby in me, Nico?"
Your lips parted and you tipped your head back a little, making Maki grip your hair tighter. You sank down, taking every inch of Nico's hard cock.
Nico sucked in air through his teeth, his hands on your hips pinching you to the point of bruising. How you could be even tighter than he imagined made him crazy.
"I'm the only one coming inside you," Maki said darkly in your ear. "If he gets one drop in you, I'll kill him."
You rocked slowly until Nico was sheathed to the hilt in your pussy. You braced your hands on his shoulders and started riding him, arching back and forth, feeling him sink in and out of you, his cock dragging against your sweet spot.
"Fuck," Nico groaned, looking up at you like he'd seen god. He hadn't even registered Maki's threat fully, he was too distracted by the hot grip of your cunt.
Maki was a lucky bastard. Now Nico understood why he was always in such a good mood.
As if reading his mind, Maki watched you riding Nico, heard the wet squelch of your perfect pussy, and taunted, "Sometimes we spend all day in bed. She begs me to fuck her till it hurts."
"Maki," you warned, grinding on Nico's cock at a faster pace.
"That's right, baby," Maki said, reeling his hand back and slapping your ass. "Say my name when you're bouncing on another man's dick."
Nico sat up, his face pressed to your neck, and started rutting his cock into you harder, driving in deep. He wandered his hands over your body, touching every inch of you he could reach, tracing the lines of you to etch into his mind forever.
"Let me fuck her right," Nico growled, nipping at your neck when you moaned.
"Nope," Maki replied mercilessly. He was so close, your ass landed against his clothed crotch with your movements. "Lay back or I'll tell her to stop."
"Fuck you," Nico snapped, too pussy drunk to realize he and Maki were playing different games.
Maki said your name and, "Stop."
You came to a dead halt mid-stride at Maki's command, holding onto Nico for dear life while you waited to hear your fate.
Nico swore again, angrier this time, his cock twitching inside you. "What do you want?"
"Well now I want you to lay back. Gotta prove my point." Maki spoke so casually it was almost annoying. Nico was balls deep inside you, your walls aching and clenching for some friction, but you dared not move.
There was a tiny pause. Nico was presumably deciding just how bad he wanted pussy. If it was worth obeying Maki.
Of course you were.
Nico shimmied beneath you a little, turning slightly, and laid back on the couch, taking you with him. You propped your hands on his chest and caught yourself staring at him. His flushed cheeks. His glistening skin, damp with sweat. His eyes pierced through yours, you almost looked away.
His hands came to your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You made a little noise and clenched on him.
"You can kiss him," Maki said, crowding your back. You could hear him fiddling with his pants.
Your lips met Nico's and you kissed for what felt like ages, his cock filling you but not moving. It was such a perfect contrast to Maki. You realized then that you would do anything for them. Anything they wanted so long as they kept touching and filling you.
Maki told you to move slowly, lifting and falling only a little, keeping Nico's cock mostly inside you. You felt Maki's hands grasp your hips followed by the head of his dick pressing into your entrance with Nico's.
"I can't," you gasped, the pressure becoming more than you'd ever felt in your cunt.
"You can," Maki told you reassuringly. "Just relax, baby. You're so wet."
Your breaths came faster, your heart thundering away in your chest. Your body was screaming, "too much!" Maki's cock kept prodding your hole, pushing until finally your sex gave way to him and a cry burst out of your throat.
Both Maki and Nico reacted, not moving anymore inside you, but their hands rushing on your body to steady you.
"Do you want me to stop?" Maki asked, his concern bleeding through.
You shook your head, vision blurry from tears. "Keep going. I want this," you told them firmly.
With your permission, Maki continued until he was buried in your pussy just like Nico, both of them thrusting slowly and carefully until your moans filled the room.
"So full," you managed to whine, your hips involuntarily bouncing, trying to get all of them with every stroke.
"You're fucking amazing," Nico panted, his hands constantly switching between your breasts to your thighs.
"Exactly where you wanna be. Right, baby?" Maki teased, but his voice was a little weak from how hard your pussy was working him.
You had no witty comeback. Both cocks drove hard and deep into your pussy, and you came - your body shaking uncontrollably and your voice breaking on a moan. The high carried you away, eyes rolling back in your head, and you felt faint for a moment before tumbling back down, landing on Nico and gasping for air.
"Atta girl," Maki cheered, rubbing your waist and sinking his cock back and forth, struggling with how hard you were gripping him.
"Let him come inside," you whispered, muffled against Nico's chest.
Maki bristled. "Fuck no."
"I need it," you purred submissively. "I need to feel all of it in me."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Nico grunted, snapping his hips into yours, your words driving him to the edge.
"Fine," Maki huffed, just as Nico wrapped his arms around your waist, plunged his cock inside you and released with a pained groan, thick cum filling you even as Maki kept stuffing his dick in you.
Nico started coming down from the high and winced, the movement quickly pushing into overstimulation. He mumbled in another language and met your eyes as Maki started drilling you.
"Fucking both of you," Maki said as his hips slapped into your ass, cock ramming into your swollen pussy with Nico's softening length still inside. Nico's fingers dug into your skin as he tried to get himself out of you, but Maki had his hand at the nape of your neck, pinning you to Nico so both of you were at his mercy.
Finally, Maki fucked his load into you, gritting his teeth and groaning through his pleasure, slowly dragging his dick out of you and then shoving back in so hard you collided into Nico.
When both their cocks slipped out, you felt so raw and empty, you could feel their cum leaking out between your folds. You weren't surprised when you felt Maki gathering you in his arms, lifting you upright and smashing his lips on yours.
You kissed him hard and fast, but it felt like home. Though your body was sore, it was all worth it. Especially when Maki broke from the kiss to praise, "You did so good, baby. Fuck, you're perfect."
"Thank you," you said softly, wishing you could tell him how much you loved how safe he made you feel, letting you explore the sides of yourself you'd always felt ashamed of.
"I'm still down here," Nico announced, reminding you and your boyfriend that you were - in fact - still straddling Nico.
"You did good too," Maki quipped, grinning as he swept you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom.
Nico, despite everything, let himself laugh at that before following you both to the bath where another round awaited him.
✟ 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.
in which your boyfriend doesn't care how long you spent on your lip combo ♡ requested by @elisa21sstuff—i ended up making it more suggestive more than smutty, hope that's okay with you and you like it!!
yudai
your boyfriend stops dead in his tracks when he walks into your shared bedroom and sees you. you’re standing in front of the mirror, debating between two necklaces to go with your outfit for tonight’s date. he’s taking you to an upscale restaurant and you want to look your best.
you side-eye him but say nothing as he makes his slow way over to you, a smirk on his lips. he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on top of your head, making your bodies sway lightly from side to side. “you look beautiful,” he says, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “and all mine.”
you try your best not to look visibly flustered. three years in, and he still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach with just a few words. “thanks, baby. help me choose my necklace?”
“sure. turn around for me.”
from the upward curve of his lips and the glint in his eyes, you should’ve seen it coming—but still, he manages to take you by surprise as you turn around to face him and are instantly met with his lips to yours.
“yudai!” you say, trying to sound chiding only laughing. “i spent so long on my lip combo,” you whine, turning back around to check your makeup in the mirror. you’re good to do your lips all over.
“sorry, baby.” he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “you just looked too good, couldn’t help myself. here,” he says, reaching with a thumb, presumably to wipe your smudged lipstick—only to press his lips to yours once more.
fuma
you’re finishing up your makeup in front of the bathroom mirror when your boyfriend walks in. he seems only to be here to fetch something—but when he sees you, he changes his plans, coming up stand behind you instead, hands firm on your hips as he starts to press kisses to the side of your neck. you sigh, half letting yourself melt into his touch, half aware you have plans you’re going to be late for if you let him have his way.
“what did i do to deserve you, hm? i must’ve saved the country in a past life,” he hums against your skin.
“don’t distract me, fuma. i need to do my lip combo.”
“hm? i’m not doing anything,” he says, pressing himself closer to you, arms coming to wrap around your waist.
you swear you feel something hard against your lower back. “fuma,” you say, your tone a warning—as much for him as for you.
“what can i do when my baby looks this good?”
“you can keep it in your pants,” you bite back, making him laugh.
you manage to ignore him until you’ve applied your lip gloss. you pop your lips, proud of your work, then turn around. “okay, i’m ready to—” you’re cut off by your boyfriend’s mouth on yours.
you’re just a girl—when fuma’s lips move against yours like this, so messy and desperate like he couldn’t wait a second longer, your lower back pressed against the sink, you can’t help but kiss him back.
“we’re gonna be late,” you mutter weakly.
“they can wait,” he says, pulling you into another kiss.
nicholas
“all this? for a girl’s night?” your boyfriend asks, sitting up on your shared bed.
“yes, nicho, all this.” you ignore his pouting—you’ve had this conversation countless times already.
putting his phone down on the pillow next to him with more force than needed, he crawls over to you, sitting at the edge of the bed and staring at your reflection in the mirror. “what do you need to look so good for?”
“it makes me feel confident. we’ve been over this.”
“you’d make a trash bag look sexy, baby.”
you sigh, picking up your lipstick. “that’s nice of you to say, angel. but i’m not wearing a trash bag to the club.”
with a discontented sigh, he gets up from the bed and wraps his arm around your neck from behind your, letting his forehead rest on your shoulder. that’s nicholas for you—always needy when it’s least convenient for you. “careful, baby,” you say gently. “i’m doing my lipstick.”
“i hate knowing other guys are going to see you like this.”
“who cares about other guys when it’s you i’m coming home to,” you say, probably word for word from the last time you went out without him. you’re coming off annoyed, but really, you love seeing him like this.
“i’m gonna miss you tonight,” he says, kissing your bare shoulder. it makes you shiver—he smirks at you in the mirror, fully aware of what he’s doing.
“i thought euijoo was coming over?” you ask, trying to keep your tone steady as your boyfriend kisses up your neck.
he hums. “still gonna miss you.”
then, without warning, he presses his lips to yours. “nicho!” you exclaim, leaning back. his grin is wicked as you check your reflection. “i’m gonna have to do my lip combo all over again.”
“fix it, baby. i’ll mess it up again.”
euijoo
you’re leaning toward the mirror, lips parted in concentration as you finish your makeup. euijoo has been watching from the doorway for a small while, arms crossed over his chest, a small, adoring smile on his lips. “you almost ready to go, baby?” he asks softly.
you nod. “yeah, just a minute.” you’re meeting his parents for the first time tonight at a fancy restaurant, and you want to make the best first impression possible. you’ve put it in your mind that your makeup needs to be perfect to do that. “do i look okay?” you ask, smoothing out your dress anxiously.
in a few steps, euijoo has crossed the distance between you, and plants himself behind you, one hand on your waist, the other brushing your hair behind your shoulder. he leans down to press a kiss to the crook of your neck. “you look gorgeous, as always. what are you so nervous about? i’ve only told them great things about you, they’ll love you.”
“i know, i just—i want them to think i’m worthy of you.”
he laughs light-heartedly. “worthy? baby, by the end of the evening they’ll probably wonder how i got you to date me.”
you pout, slowly letting yourself be soothed by your boyfriend’s words and gentle demeanor. “you really think?”
“of course. what can i do to ease your nerves?”
you recognize that tone—he wants something he won’t outright ask you for. but even if he doesn’t care, you won’t be late for your dinner plans. so instead of letting yourself melt into his touch, you offer your cheek to him. it’ll have to do for now.
euijoo smiles, pressing his soft lips to your cheek, and the simple touch has you relaxing already. but he presses another one, and another, progressively getting closer to your mouth—”not my lips, baby. i don’t want to mess up my lipstick.”
his lips find the corner of yours, and when he leans back, a little lip gloss shines on the corner of his lips. you shake your head, lightly admonishing him as you wipe the makeup up with your thumb. “juju…”
he only gazes down fondly at you. “you’re perfect,” he muses.
yuma
after months of being with yuma, you should know that whatever you tell him not to do, he’ll take as a challenge to do. really, it’s your fault for telling him not to distract you while you’re doing your makeup, and not to kiss you after you’ve applied your lipstick. you even give him a minute to get it all out of his system—but it only does the opposite. after the kiss, he’s even needier, clingy as he wraps his arms around your waist tightly, burying his face in your hair.
“don’t go,” he mumbles.
“it’s for work, baby, i don’t have a choice.”
“i can’t just kiss you for a minute,” he whines. “it’s not nearly enough.”
“you’ll have all the time you need when i come back, okay?”
he frowns at you in the mirror—changing his strategy from whiny to upset? in any case, it doesn’t work. you ignore his glare as you apply your lipgloss. he plants kisses along your neck, your jawline, but every time he tries to get near your lips, you lean away.
he huffs. “what’s the point of having lips so pretty if your boyfriend can’t even kiss them?”
“the one time i ask you not to kiss me, i swear,” you mumble. “you’re not going to die.”
he rests his hand on his heart, fakes a pained expression. “i just might.”
you push him away with your hip, tell him to leave you alone—you’re surprised when he actually does. he’s waiting for you in the hallway when you’re done. you think that maybe he’s matured when he helps you slip on the shoes he picked out for you, and are about to thank him when he stands and, before you can react, traps your lips in a kiss. not even just a peck that won’t do too much damage—a full-on mess of a kiss, tongue and all, his hands firm on your hips so you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.
when he leans back, his grin is wickedly smug. “uh-oh, baby. i think you’re gonna have to redo your lipstick.”
jo
if you explicitly tell him not to, your perfect baby never messes up your makeup. he saw how long it took you to get your lip combo perfect before the party, so when you tell him, “no kisses, tonight,” he follows that rule to a tee.
it doesn’t mean he’s not desperate to kiss you, though. as you get ready together, he has to content himself with pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead, and stops himself from pouting when you can’t reciprocate. during the party, his eyes keep drifting to the lipstick staining the rim of your cup, and he’s always ready to wipe a smudge if you mess up your makeup while eating. he has the self-restraint of a saint when you use him instead of a mirror to reapply your lipgloss, dumbly nodding when you ask him whether it looks okay.
after the party, as you’re waiting outside for your uber, his jacket around your shoulders, he briefly wonders whether he should wait until you get home, then decides against it. you look so cute, slightly swaying on your feet from the wine you drank, a contented smile on your face, your hand warm in his. “can i kiss you, y/n?” he asks softly. you nod happily.
the feeling of his lips on yours is such a relief after waiting all night for it. by the time your uber arrives, he’s wearing as much lipstick as you are.
harua
“okay, baby, i’m off,” you call from the hallway, slipping on your shoes.
from his position on the couch, harua perks up. “aren’t you forgetting something?”
you look inside your purse. keys, phone, wallet. “nope, i’m all good.”
he frowns, then makes his way to you. arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, he says, “you sure about that?”
your features relax into a smile. “baby, i’m sorry, i can’t kiss you. i spent too long on this lip combo to mess it up.”
your boyfriend is unimpressed. he glares at you without a word.
you walk up to him, ruffle his hair. “i’ll give you all the kisses you want when i get home, okay?”
clearly, this isn’t good enough an offer. too quickly for you to react, he leans in, presses his lips to yours firmly. then, with a huff, he walks back to the couch. you check your lips in your front camera—the damage’s been done.
“haru!”
when you look at him, there’s a small smirk playing on his lips. you’d be mad at him if he wasn’t so adorable. “have fun, angel,” he says, plopping some chips inside his mouth.
taki
the entire time you’ve been getting ready, your boyfriend has been gazing longingly at you like a lovesick puppy. it’d be distracting if you weren’t so used to it—rare are the moments you spend together when at least his hands or his eyes aren’t on you. from when you chose your outfit to now, as you’re sitting at your vanity, lips parted as you apply your liner, he’s been laying on your shared bed, staring at you like you hung the stars in the night sky.
he’s been quiet this entire time, so when he starts making his way to you, telling you how pretty you look, you know he’s up to no good. before he’s even touched you, you warn, “taki, don’t. the tutor is so strict, i can’t be late for this class.”
“who said anything about making you late?” he asks, a playful smirk on his lips as his hands find your shoulders, your hair. he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “i just wanted to admire you from up close.”
“you can do that without bothering me.”
he looks at you like a wounded puppy. you roll your eyes—you know taki isn’t really offended, he just likes to pretend he is so you’ll baby him. “fine. one kiss, okay? just one. and on my cheek.”
you shouldn’t have been so trusting. your boyfriend holds your head steady as he plants his kiss to your cheek, but of course, he doesn’t stop there. as you try to squirm away from him, he peppers kisses everywhere he can reach, your chin, your nose, your forehead, and, eventually, your lips.
he grins proudly, admiring his work in the mirror—the lip gloss on his lips, the smudges around yours. “thanks a lot, taki,” you mumble.
“the pleasure is all mine, babe.”
maki
you’re sat on your boyfriend’s lap in front of your vanity as you apply the final traces of lipstick for you lip combo. you’re both staring at your reflection in the mirror, you in concentration, him in quiet, lovesick adoration. you’re apart for one evening and he’s acting like it’s the end of the world. his big arms feel warm and reassuring around your body, his chin a welcome weight on your shoulder, but if you told him how much harder he’s making it to go out without him, he’d find a million reasons for you to stay in. however, you can’t bail on bottomless brunch with your girls.
“i get that girlhood is important and all, but surely us boyfriends could tag along once in a while?” he mumbles, pouting against your shoulder.
you smile. “we can’t gossip about you guys if you’re here.”
he gasps dramatically. “you gossip about me? what do you say?”
you ignore him as you lean forward, admiring your work. satisfied with yourself, you shift on maki’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “how do i look?”
his features soften into a fond smile. “perfect, baby.”
when he leans in for a kiss, you tut at him. “nuh-uh. i’m not letting you mess up my lip combo.”
he raises an eyebrow. “oh?”
suddenly, his hold on you tightens—you try to squirm out of his arms, but he’s too strong for you. “no! maki!” you exclaim, giggling.
he peppers kisses all over your lips, and by the time he’s done, there’s more lipstick on his lips than on yours. you sigh as you check your makeup in the mirror. “great, i have to do it all over again now.”
he’s grinning wickedly, returning to his position with his chin on your shoulder like he hasn’t done anything. “and i get one more minute with you.”
( IN LOVE WITH A WHITE BOY ) PART ONE ──── when your suspicions ab your situationship's sidehoe is regrettably confirmed, your hb's luckily there to comfort you. as friends, of course 😴✌️
# INCLUDES . . . . MARTIN EDWARDS × FEM!READER ft. HIROTA RIKI ( fluff, angst a bit, humorrr ) && SITUATIONSHIP!RIKI HB!MARTIN morally grey characters kinda flirtyyy martin's hb!seonghyeon (you'll see 😝) martins nawwwt slick martins a villain #needthat maki's toxic asf but at least bicep 😴🙏
( 𝓀aikai. ) part two soon guys, this idea been rotting in my brain for a bit 😭😭 inspired by my fyp AGAIN omfg why is she so messyyyy ++ WE GOING DOUBLE WHAMMY ON THE WASIANS IN THIS ONE LMFAOOOOO 🤣✌️
READ PART ONE PART TWO
DISCLAIMER ; NONE OF THE CHRACTERS ARE IN COMMITTED RELATIONSHIPS AND I DONT CONDONE CHEATING
“ 𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘩 .. 𝘮𝘮𝘱𝘩 .“ you smiled up at him as he kept thrusting, hands gripping your waist keeping you in place from movie even a little bit, thighs rubbing against each other after every thrust, “ 𝘯𝘨𝘩.. 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘬 .“ he groaned as his grip tightened and his thrusts quickened .. you let out a low moaning giggle as you placed your hand on top of his to steady yourself as your body bounce to his thrusts over and over .
“ 𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘢 𝘰𝘩’ 𝘰’𝘮𝘺𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘥 !“ you whined, as his eyes was locked onto you, watching you carefully as his thrusts increased and slowly repeated over nd over, as if he was teasing you .
you hand moved to gripp his forearm just as he groaned, “ 𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘩.. 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 ..“ he teased as you babbled, trying to talk back but couldnt .. “ 𝘩𝘢 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘮, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 .“
it all started with you pushing yourself on his dick, soo full of.. so warm and a couple of light bounces .. but maki wasnt taking that .. he wanted full thrusts, big deep and heavy ones .. the ones that full up the whole room with the sound of skin slapping together .
so he took matters into his own hands .. “ 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 .. 𝘤𝘮𝘰𝘯 ..“ he groaned, hands now on your waist; as your hands restsd on his chest to balance yourself just as he starts ramming into you like a manic .. “ 𝘸𝘢𝘢𝘩𝘩𝘩 ! 𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘩 !“ you moaned out, tears forming in your eyes .. “ 𝘮𝘩𝘮𝘮 — 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 .. 𝘰𝘩𝘩’ 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 .. 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 .“
he started to slow down just as you moaned more .. “ 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 — 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪 !“ he only shook his head at you, “ 𝘤𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 .“ you frowned, a little .. panting as you started to grind your pussy on his dick, “ 𝘰𝘰𝘰-𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘩 ..“ circling your hips into a pattern.. rolling them and all as you tried your best to ride his big dick how he liked it .
once you stopped to bounce, the sound of skin smacking together got loud, and he smiled at you, “ 𝘰𝘰𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 .. 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 .“ he praised as he slapped your ass .
“ 𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘧𝘱𝘩 ! 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘬 !“ he moaned out, jerking himself off with his fist, before cumming onto your fat ass .. you whined at the feeling sighing as your relaxed .. the liquid was now dripping from your ass to your pussy.. leaking and pooling at your hole just as maki pushed himself back inside .. “ 𝘢𝘩𝘩—𝘰𝘶𝘶 ! 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘪𝘪 !“ he groaned lowly rubbing your back, “ 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 .. 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ? 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 .“
that promise was a lie .. because after that round, he pulled out came exactly on your pussy, before slipping right back in mumbling .. “ 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 .. 𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘰’ 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 .“
⤷ doesn’t necessarily wanna be in charge when it comes to kissing. so when it comes to it, he loves when you take the reigns because it allows him to relax for a moment and breathe. speaking of breathing, he’s definitely really breathy during kisses. like he always breathes really hard and basically if you wear glasses they are going to be foggy by the time y'all are done. but yeah ej probably likes dominance battles and pretending he wants to be the one dominating the kiss, but you and he both know he’s going to let you take over in just a second— like he doesn’t have the patience to fight you forever. loves being close to you. his arms are basically all the way around your waist if they can be and your chests are pressed together. and like his lips are so close and feathery against yours…
「 fuma. 」
⤷ fuma’s hands are always on you. likes it the most when you’re on his lap because then he can feel every curve of your body as he’s kissing you. he is definitely going to nip at your skin and lips; it’s just a fact, i do not make the rules. runs his hands down your thighs and likes to squeeze them whenever he feels especially happy. kissing barely ever leads to anything else cause?? tbh?? fuma just loves making out with you?? he could do it for hours and it would never get old to him. probably says really lewd things but somehow makes it sound so endearing. always wants to cuddle afterwards too, just give the man his cuddles pls.
「 k. 」
⤷ is the greatest kisser out of all of &team, idc who your bias is, it’s a fact. it’s set in stone. he props you up on stuff (walls, counters, couches, etc) because he saw it in the dramas he watched. is another thigh squeezer except, unlike fuma, he never stops squeezing your thighs. and loves your neck. probably likes his hands on your neck when he’s kissing you. feeling the vibration of your vocal chords and the movements of your jaw is a turn on for him idek okay. sighs your name. likes to give you visible hickeys and gets smug when you can’t hide them because he wants them to be seen by everyone. loves it when you run your hands through his hair. like a lot. he’ll probably get sad if you don’t do it.
「 nicholas. 」
⤷ he has really cute lips and really nice hands so, naturally, you want them on your waist asap. (the lips or the hands you can decide). kissing nico is going to be soft at first but he also takes his time doing things that need to be done. so slow touches here and there, his hands tracing your curves as he presses kisses up your jawline. he stops right in front of your lips to just stare at you. probably tucks a flyaway strand of hair behind your ear and tells you you’re the most beautiful person in the world. when he finally kisses you, i imagine nico is very slow and sensual with his kisses. doesn’t use tongue much unless he’s really in the mood because he just likes the intimacy of your lips touching. his hands never stop traveling to places they shouldn’t be though, ngl.
「 yuma. 」
⤷ mister classy and elegant when it comes to kissing… idk i just picture yuma being sort of princely when he kisses you? likes to hold your hands when he’s kissing you but that’s partly because he likes how frustrated you get when you can’t hold his face or run your fingers through his hair. goes crazy if you grab at his waist. flushed cheeks, a stutter, wide eyes,, your touch affects him a lot and it’s probably his biggest weakness. a messy kisser probably. not bad messy— just everywhere at once. sporadic. spontaneous. low groans if you tug on his hair. likes to kiss your nose and forehead and hands afterwards and giggles too because skinship would make him so giddy with you.
「 jo. 」
⤷ what a sweet nice boy. definitely has no idea what he’s doing when he goes in for the kiss. or he does but he’s just so damn shy. overthinks while he leans in and bumps his forehead against yours. tries to act cool but fails. eventually you just have to do it because he’s not going to get over his awkwardness any time soon. the sweetest kisser ever. always worried that he’s doing it wrong or that you don’t like it. stills against your lips sometimes and you have to coax him back to reality. if you run your hands through his hair or rub his ears, he’ll probably loosen up and relax because hey, it’s you, and you love his kisses, even if they are a little awkward. that’s what makes them his. that’s what makes them special.
「 harua. 」
⤷ is a snuggle bug. he’s just clingy so let’s put this in the perspective of cuddling. you two are just on the couch, him on his back and you sort of half squished between him and the couch and half on him,, y'all get it. anyway if you lean down and give him an eskimo kiss, he’ll get really giggly because it’s a cute and sweet gesture. but then his hands fly to your waist and his eyes trail down your face slowly because, wow he really wants to kiss you properly. so he kinda tilts his chin up and his lips meet yours and it’s just a slow, molding of lips for awhile, and sometimes his hands rest on the skin underneath your shirt because he likes the warmth and like you’re definitely not complaining. the both of you are pretty lax with kissing, and go with the flow, so he doesn’t get surprised at all when your kisses start to trail his jawline. if he wasn’t smiling so widely you probably could go back to kissing his lips but alas, he just keeps smiling.
「 taki. 」
⤷ a giddy, giddy boy: you? want to kiss him? the thought alone just makes him so happy. to know he’s loved and wanted. he craves that type of affection from you but his kisses are probably pretty desperate. likes to just hold your hands while you kiss but it’s more innocent. taki does this purely to stay close to you and keep you close to him. your noses brush all the time. kisses can go for as long as you wanted or at least before he’s tempted and stops before it goes any further. usually you kiss him on the cheek afterwards, and surprisingly this makes him more flustered than the actual kissing.
「 maki. 」
⤷ probably cups your face because he’s too scared to touch your waist. cautious but steady. his fingers thread into your hair and it’s like you get a little massage every time he kisses you. he can get a bit sloppy with his kisses but it’s just because he gets excited at your responses and overeagerly tries to elicit more from you. his heart flutters whenever he thinks of kissing you. it starts a fire behind his chest and he gets this really focused look in his eye. his eyebrows get all furrowed and it’s honestly the cutest thing because he looks like a confused puppy. all you gotta do is peck is lips though, because then it’s like ‘oh!!! that’s what i was looking for!!!’ cuties.
