nana

“Honey, are you falling asleep already?” Maki’s voice resounded through the semi quiet place.

You didn’t say anything, just raised your hand and gently waved at him to come over. Without hesitation, he crossed the room — abandoning what he planned to do when you called him over.

Maki settled on the couch, nearly folded himself into your side, his warm weight resting against you. His hands wrapped around your belly pulling you as close as possible to him, the familiar scent of his perfume engulfing your senses.

“I got you your favorite jelly from the store,” he mumbled, his cheek rested on the top of your head, you can feel his eyes on you — staring intently waiting for a reaction.

“Thank you, honey.” You leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

He beamed at that, his entire face lit up with a smile that reached his eyes, as if you handed him a reward and it made him hug you even tighter.

“See … I remembered exactly what you like!” he said sounding a little too pleased with himself, feeling his chest puff.

“Pfft, you say it like you’re waiting a reward.”

“Maybe I am.”

You laughed softly, that’s when it dawned on you. Maki looked so happy, his expression brightened when you bought up the idea of a reward as if he was thriving off your approval.

You brushed it off with the excuse that it was Maki’s natural way show of affection, continued on with your day as you usually did.

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The next time it happened, you were out grocery shopping together.

A few essentials needed to be restocked and Maki was planning on making a new dish today. So, you started gathering the items on the list he wrote, paper adorned with his cute doodles and scribbles.

You turned away for a minute, heading towards a shelf to grab what you needed, Maki alongside the cart were abandoned for a short while. When you came back, he was standing exactly where you left him, patiently waiting for you — his attention completely fixated on you. When your eyes met, he smiled.

“You’re staring,” you mumbled, gently placing the items in the cart.

“Can’t help it, darling,” he laughed, finding his place by your side, your shoulder almost brushed, his steps matched your own as you continued walking through the store.

Later that evening, when you were back home and started putting the groceries away together, your hands instinctively reached to ruffle his hair.

“Good job on carrying all those heavy bags,” you praised, not sparing the words you said a second thought, yet their effect on him were instantaneous.

Maki froze, his eyes widened at the gesture. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a smile, so wide that it made your brow raise in question.

“What?”

“Nothing…”

“Maki, spit it out.”

“It’s nothing,” he said, his smile only seemed to get bigger.

Maki reached out to take the things in your hand, putting them away as well as all the other stuff scattered across the kitchen — humming under his breath, occasionally glancing your way while you stood there watching him in awe.

It was like he wanted to check if your attention was on him.

You knew Maki was affectionate in his nature, but this was more than that — he was actively searching for your approval, your praise and it made him gloat with a puffed chest as he carried it around like a treasured reward.

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A few nights after, Maki came home from practice a bit later than his usual time.

As soon as he stepped into the dark apartment, something felt off. Usually, you’d greet him by either calling out for him or meeting him by the door with a sweet kiss — that, however, was not the case tonight.

He carefully placed his bag on the console table by the hallway then headed in a beeline to the living room only to find it dark, empty, and unusually messy. The quietness that loomed was unsettling, and his worries kept manifesting — his feet padded to your shared bedroom only to find it desolate, and the same case applied to the bathroom.

“Honey?” his worry laced voice echoed through the empty apartment.

You didn’t respond, which made his lips curve into a frown.

You always responded to him, even if it was a sleepy hum from the comfort of your bed or a “just a second, honey!” while you busied yourself with something.

His concern only grew, frantic eyes scanning his surrounding for any sign of you. The apartment wasn’t big enough for you to disappear completely, and you didn’t leave either — that much was evident from your shoes tucked away neatly by the entrance.

“Honey?” he called out again, his hands searching his pockets for his phone, feet pacing around — that’s when he saw it. A faint light was spilling from the kitchen.

Without any second thoughts, he headed straight towards it and the sight that greeted him made him halt in his tracks.

There you were, laying on your back on the floor with a pillow under your head, laptop by your side playing some video you were watching, an empty mug abandoned right next to it.

“Honey… what are you doing?”

You looked up, startled by his sudden presence. For a moment, you both quietly stared at each other, until Maki started laughing, yet his worries lingered in the back of his mind.

“Again, what are you doing on the floor?”

“My fever was running and I wanted to cool down…”

He raised his brow at that.

“So, you thought the floor was a good choice?”

“Well, it’s cold, exactly what I needed.”

He knelt next to you, a hand moved to rest on your forehead to check your temperature, your heat seeping into his skin, which tightened his expressions.

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up,” his tone was gruff as worry settled across his features.

At this point, he was fully settled in besides you, mug and laptop pushed aside. He draped your feverish body against his own, fingers gently brushing away hair from your face.

“You should’ve called me,” he mumbled.

"I didn’t wanna bother you—”

“You never bother me!” his reply came quick, effectively cutting you off.

You tilted your head to look at him. The sight made your chest warm despite your running fever. Maki looked downright offended by the idea of you being a burden, so much so that it disturbed him.

“How long have you been laying here?”

“I lost track of time.” You shrugged and his jaw clenched.

“Love…”

The look he gave you made you laugh weakly. He sighed in response before carefully helping you sit up — you immediately leaned into him, your body sought out the nearest source of comfort and that made Maki visibly soften.

He held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, almost protective in their nature. His chin rested atop your head, slowly rubbing comforting circles against your back.

“We should move to the bed.”

Your eyes were drooping, body turning slack against his as your head lolled against his shoulder.

“Okay,” he said, fingers reached to cup your warm face tenderly, “bed time.”

“The floor is nice,” you grumbled, making a small noise of protest.

“No, it’s not honey, let’s go to bed, hmm?”

Without hesitation, he slipped one arm behind your back and the other beneath your knees — lifted you with surprising ease, and you didn’t complain. Instinctively, your arms slid around his neck, his expression softened like it always did when you sought him out.

As Maki carried you down the hallway, he gently rubbed his thumb against your side, almost absentmindedly. By the time he reached your shared bedroom, you were already half-asleep against his chest.

Carefully, he lowered you onto the bed, the mattress dipped beneath your weight. Before you could say anything else, Maki was already pulling blankets over you, tucking them around your sides and shoulders.

Then, suddenly, he was gone.

You blinked slowly, voice hoarse as you called out for him.

“Maki..?”

“I’m here, honey.”

He returned a few moments later with a tray in hand, carrying a glass of water, medicine and cool towels for your forehead. You couldn’t help the fond smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Heh, you came prepared.”

His chest puffed, lips curved upwards displaying his pride. Once you had taken your medicine, Maki was finally content. He moved everything to the side and slipped under the covers to join you, his chin finding its rightful place atop your head as he pulled you flush against his chest.

“You’re so good to me, babe,” you sleepily mumbled into his chest.

“So silly… I’d do anything for you, honey.”

You felt him relax in your hold as a long, content sigh escaped his lips. Sleep started to sink into your bones, coupled with Maki’s warmth, it was getting harder for you to stay awake. The last thing you felt before you fell asleep was Maki’s hand slowly rubbing up and down your back.

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When you woke up in the morning, your body nearly recovered, leaving you feeling much better, the throbbing ache and high fever has subsided. Your body was still tightly squished against Maki’s, his grip hadn’t wavered much exuding warmth that felt comfortable.

You looked up, eyes scanning every single detail that has graced his face; from the way his lashes rested against his cheek, to the slight pout that his lips formed — admiration bloomed in your chest.

You weren’t sure how long you’ve been staring at Maki sleep but you hadn’t looked away once, not when his eyes fluttered, nor when his body twitched as he woke up. For a few seconds, he simply blinked at you, his gaze held by your own.

“Good morning, honey,” he sleepily muttered.

“Morning, puppy.” Your fingers reached out to brush a few strands of his hair away from his face.

Faint, beautiful hues of pink bloomed across his cheeks as he hummed in response and pulled you even closer against him. You buried your face in his neck, planting mellow kisses against it, feeling him squirm against you.

“You like that, puppy?” you pulled away to look at him.

“Yeah,” he slurred, his head tilted to the side, “keep going …”

Your hand reached up to cup his chin, forcing him to look at you.

“Ask nicely, puppy.”

He leaned his face closer to yours.

“Keep going, honey.” his eyes watched you, scanning your features in search of a reaction — his lips curved to a smug, knowing smirk.

Your tongue poked into your cheek instinctively, vexed with his disobedience, your grip on him undifferentiated however.

“Let’s try this again, puppy, hmm?” you coaxed him with a saccharine tone, “can you ask nicely for me?”

“Please keep going, please.” the smugness he wore was wiped away, replaced with a need to satisfy instead.

“Good boy.”

You leaned to place a chaste kiss on his lips, a reward for his obedience, then your kisses and nipping trailed all the way down to his neck, covering the smooth skin with blooming hues of red and purple.

Maki moved his hand to rest on the back of your head while the other gripped your midriff tightly, his presence overwhelming your senses. His hips started moving on their own, desperately grinding on you through layers of clothing while his cheeks nuzzled into your hair.

Your fingers let go of his chin to settle between his soft locks, gently running your hands through them before tugging — exposing more of his throat to your mouth. Once you were satisfied, you lightly traced the marks you left all over him.

“Such a good puppy, aren’t you?”

He beamed at your praise, his pace picked up just as the tent in his pants grew.

“‘m your good puppy, only for you,” he panted, his hands searched for yours, guiding them to the place he needed them the most — his hard bulge.

“What do you want, puppy? Use your words, not hands.”

“Please touch me, hun’.” he whined, his hips bucked eagerly against your touch.

Your fingers hooked into the band of his sweatpants, pulling them down slowly. You left his embrace in favor of pushing him down the mattress and straddling him. Leaning down, your slid his boxers tantalizingly, his length finally breathed — throbbing and glistening as it wept with arousal.

You, on the other hand, were still fully clothed, but that didn’t stop you from lowering your clothed core against him, rutting feverishly against his cock, sending Maki into a fit of desperate groans and moans as his hands found purchase around your waist.

“F-fuck, …. please pleas please ’.” He threw his head back, the pleasure tingling in his spine, the silver chain around his neck caught your eyes — your fingers curved around it, tugging on it like a leash.

You picked up the pace, grinding your hips roughly across his cock’s weeping tip, his necklace still in hand.

“You’re doing so well for me, puppy.” A broken hiccup has burst from him as his shaky hands grabbed at your hips. Maki was twitching, shaking, on the verge of vibrating — he wasn’t able to stay still if he tried. 

He was trying to keep a hold of his sanity as he suffered under you, the fabric of your clothes amplifying the pleasure he felt, submitting himself to the torture that you offered him to the best of his abilities.

“Ahh— Master, please!”

“Be patient, puppy.” Still tugging on his necklace, overstimulating him with your thrusts as his cock leaked even more glistening pearly beads of precum.

Maki, however, wasn’t having any of it. Out of desperation, the hands on your hips lifted you up, flipping you over so that he was on top — keeping you slotted between his softly heaving chest and the bed.

“Can’t wait any more … Let puppy make you feel good. Please, master.”

You gulped, the words dying at your throat, his leaking shaft prodded at your clothed cunt — your garments hurriedly hiked just far enough for him rub against you, your fingers finding their way to his necklace again and tugging harshly.

Maki wasted no time. His hands pinned your hips against the mattress, slowly pushing in —inch by inch, your walls gripped him so tightly until he was fully sheathed inside you.

You threw your head back as moans fell from your lips like prayer.

"Ahh M-Maki—“ You tried to speak, but it came out as a pathetic whine as you clenched around his thick length.

"Mine, all mine,” he growled.

Any last inch of self control left his body when he looked down at you, laying so pretty and exposed for him. He pulled back out for a moment, looking at you intently before slamming into you with a hunger you haven’t seen before, the sounds of your desperate moans and whimpers echo through the walls combined with the sound of skin slapping together. 

“P-puppy— nngh!" You cried out, pulling him closer to you by his necklace.

“No, mmh — wanna claim what’s mine,” he snarled, thrusting sharply as he fucked into you deeper, lifting your hips with each snap of his own. Your cunt clenched around his cock in arousal.

“I-I’m being so good, master!” He panted, his hand found its way to your throat, squeezing lightly just enough to make your cunt ache with desire. “Tell me, ah— Tell puppy how good he’s making you feel!” He slowly slid his fingers away, their mark adorning your skin.

One large hand moved to rest by your head, his head leaned to place chaste kisses against your ears, tongue poked out to lick at the flush skin before his teeth grazed it — biting into the supple skin.

“F-fuck, s-such a good boy for me.” Your fingernails digging into the welcoming flesh of his bicep beneath you as he ravaged your body, sinking deeply into the feeling of his cock.

He held your hips with both hands, slamming into your sopping cunt with each sharp thrust, his pace brutal and bordering animalistic. You moaned, keening as you threw your head back, your walls fluttered and squeezed around his cock like a vice. 

“Look at me, master. Keep your eyes on me.” He let out a deep hum. Maki talked you through it, his thrusts became vicious, his cock pounded deeper into you.

“Puppy! ahh— I’m s-so close!" Your eyes fluttered shut, toes curled as you felt the pressure in your body snap while he plowed into you. 

“Fuck — cum for me please, master. I’ve been a good puppy, mmh — I deserve it, don’t I?”

Your climax crashed over you, gushing like waves, your clit throbbed with the raw pleasure he gave you — you panted heavily, holding onto his necklace for support as Maki could feel his own release drawing in near.

Maki kept going, rutting like a pup in heat ‘til his climax approached. His seed spilled into you, warmth filled your insides as he moaned into your ears needily. He rolled his hips a few more times, fucking his load deeper into you before slowly pulling out with a satisfied hum.

“Thank you, master, aah — thank you, thank you,” he whined huskily, his body collapsed onto yours.

His heart was still racing, muscles tense, needy whimpers occasionally leaving his lips. Realization dawns on you gradually, shooting Maki a knowing look while he looked away sheepishly, cheeks colored in the prettiest shades of pink.

𝒻𝑖𝑛.

reactions, mtl, headcanons, etc.

s - when others are sleeping s - how they sound getting head s - pet names they use in bed s - catching you touching yourself s - suddenly making out with their best friend s - spanking s - favorite sexual position s - jealous sex s - boobs vs ass man s - when you're sleeping s - how they eat you out s - cockwarming s - top 5 kinks s - phone sex f - playing with your hair f - girl dads vs boy dads f - comforting s/o when they cry seeing them after a long time a - fighting w s/o because they miss each other

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