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pairing: bf!maki x reader

genre: fluff, on a date

warnings: skinship (hand holding, forehead kisses), pet names (princess) - lmk if i missed anything xo

wc: 325

eunjae's notes: did you know? jellyfish are about 95% water. they have no brain, heart, lungs, bones, or blood. even though they’re called “jellyfish,” they aren’t actually fish at all! they are invertebrates from the cnidarian family — the same group as corals and sea anemones! 🪼🪸

੭ ᐣ i def feel you on this, just as much as i belive he would't care to much about how you're shaped. i know he'd def enjoy a cutesy girl like this ngl.

੭ ᐣ paring: maki x fem!reader

੭ ᐣ warnings: fluff&smut, size kink, powerplay, foreplay, shower sex, possesiveness, aftercare, role play, laguage, dirty talk

੭ ᐣ masterlist

maki is obsessed with soft things. soft voices, soft laughs, soft clothes. so when you show up all pretty. bows, skirts, gloss, pastel everything. his brain short-circuits just a little. not in a loud way, just that quiet “oh… yeah. that’s my girl” look.

he treats you like something precious without ever making you feel fragile. always walking on the outside of the sidewalk, always keeping a hand near your back in crowds. not hovering, protective by instinct.

he loves how expressive you are. your excitement, your dramatic reactions, the way you get happy over tiny things. he’ll tease you like, “you’re really excited about that?” but he’s smiling the whole time because he thinks it’s adorable.

if you’re petite, maki automatically adjusts himself around you. slows his walking pace, bends down to hear you better, angles his body toward you like you’re the center of his attention (because you are).

he’s the type to remember what makes you feel pretty. your favorite dress, the way you like your hair done, which shoes hurt your feet. if he compliments you, it’s specific. “that color looks really good on you.” “you look extra cute today.” never generic.

hyperfeminine doesn’t intimidate him at all, he adores it. he loves how put-together you are, how much care you put into yourself. if anything, it makes him want to be more gentle, more intentional.

he’s so patient with your routines. waiting while you fix your hair, touching up your makeup, choosing accessories. “take your time,” every single time. no rushing. he likes watching you anyway.

maki lowkey loves when you cling to him. holding his arm, tugging his sleeve, leaning into his side. he’ll pretend he doesn’t notice but his posture changes immediately, shoulders back, stance solid. boyfriend mode activated.

he’s your quiet hype man. not loud about it, but if someone compliments you, he’s nodding along like, “yeah. i know.” if someone underestimates you? he’s calmly correcting them.

when you’re tired or overwhelmed, he softens even more. gentle voice, slow movements. “come sit with me.” “did you eat?” “you okay?” being hyperfeminine with maki doesn’t mean being weak, it means he chooses to take care of you.

and honestly? maki loves how you balance him. he’s grounded, steady, dependable, and you’re sweetness and color and warmth. you make his life softer. prettier. calmer.

maki's got this massive size kink thing going on bc you're so tiny and delicate next to him. he'd love scooping you up like you're his personal doll, pinning you against the wall with one hand while his other slides under your frilly skirt. 'you're so small, baby, i could break you,' he'd whisper, but he'd be all gentle at first, teasing your clit through your lace panties till you're squirming and begging for his cock.

dressing you up is his fave foreplay. imagine him picking out these hyperfem outfits, think baby pink crop tops, thigh-high socks, and tiny skirts that barely cover your ass. he'd make you twirl for him, then pull you onto his lap, grinding his hard dick against you while praising how 'fucking adorable' you look. next thing, he's flipping up that skirt and eating you out like it's his last meal, tongue flicking your pussy till you're creaming on his face.

he's super protective in public but turns into a total dom once y'all are alone. if anyone's staring at your cute self, he'd glare, but later? he'd mark you up, hickeys on your neck, bites on your inner thighs. 'mine,' he'd growl, sliding into you slow at first bc of your tightness, then pounding harder, loving how your petite body bounces on his cock, tits jiggling in that push-up bra he bought you.

shower sex is a must with him. you're so slippery and small, he'd hold you up against the tiles, water cascading over your curves while he thrusts deep. he'd soap up your body, fingers circling your nipples till they're hard peaks, then drop to his knees to suck on your clit. 'cum for me, pretty girl,' and you'd shatter, legs shaking around his head.

maki's all about aftercare too, but nsfw style. after railing you till you're a mess, he'd cuddle you close, fingers lazily playing with your soaked pussy, whispering how perfect your hyperfem vibe is. sometimes it'd lead to round two, him fingering you open while you ride his thigh, all soft moans and 'i love you's mixed with dirty talk.

roleplay? he'd eat it up. you in a schoolgirl outfit, him as the strict teacher, 'bad girl, skipping class for this?' then he's bending you over the desk, spanking your ass lightly till it's pink, before fucking you from behind, hand in your hair pulling just enough to make you arch. your petite frame makes it so easy for him to maneuver, hitting that spot over and over till you're screaming his name.

lazy mornings are peak intimacy. you'd wake up to his mouth on your tits, sucking and nibbling while his fingers stretch your pussy. 'morning wood needs you,' he'd mumble, guiding your hand to his throbbing cock. you'd stroke him slow, all pillow talk like 'this feels so good, babe,' before he flips you and fills you up, slow and deep, savoring every inch of your tight heat.