Listen as much as I love to see “day in my life content”, why are we making &team film stuff and calling it “&day off”. It’s not a day off if they’re filming content and still have to be &team. “Maki’s short but sweet vacation” he’s still literally in the clock here 😭 bffr!!!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
warnings: language, nipple play, sub!maki?, reader got a fat ass (heart eyes emoji, shes js like me)
please reblog or comment!! I love seeing your thoughts <33
₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚
"fuck, just like that," maki threw his head back, moaning as you rode him. the rise and fall of your hips so delicious against his.
his hands found your waist, fingers digging into the skin as you whimpered above him.
your own hands resting on his stomach for leverage, the feel of his thick cock inside of you messing with your head. the longer you went on, the weaker your legs became.
he narrowed his eyes at you, a breathy laugh escaping him. "c'mon, don't give up on me yet."
you shook your head, your head falling to rest on his shoulder as your hips continued as best as they could. "mm-mm," you bit your lips, trying to focus on continuing.
one of your hands dragged upward, lazily moving from where they were placed to hold onto his shoulder.
the light graze of your palm dragging against his nipples made his body shake. the sound that left his mouth was nothing like you'd heard tonight.
a breathy gasp, almost like he was holding himself back from another noise.
you paused your movements, sitting up straight as your hands dragged back to his chest. your fingers tweaking his left nipple.
his mouth dropped open, a low groan leaving him as his hands squeezed your waist. "baby, what-"
you barely let him finish his sentence before moving your lips down to his chest. your tongue replacing your fingers as your hand switched sides.
the guttural moan that tore from his throat was raw, his back arching off the bed as you gently nipped at the sensitive skin. his hips bucked beneath you, the sudden, sharp thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through your own body.
"jesus—fuck," he choked out, his hands flying from your waist to tangle in your hair, his grip causing your eyes to roll back. "baby, stop—I can't." his head shaking softly as his voice got weaker.
"yes, you can. you won't give up on me yet. will you?" you mocked, mirroring his own words back at him.
your thighs burning from the constant movement, but you were so close. seeing maki fall apart underneath you was always your favorite. the sight of him—head thrown back, throat exposed, chest heaving—was intoxicating, enough to fuel your movements despite the screaming protest in your muscles.
you shifted your attention to his other nipple, grabbing his hand and pushing it in between where your bodies met.
even through his pleasure-fogged mind, he knew what you wanted. his fingers having a messy rhythm against your clit as you moaned against him.
his body was flushed.
his cheeks and neck pink as he shuddered beneath you, a thin sheen of sweat causing his body to glisten under the faint living room lights. his abs tensing with each circle of his thumb, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants.
"i'm so close," he whimpered, his eyes glossy as he stared at you. his eyes trailing down to your ass, the skin rippling with every fall against his body. the sight pushing him closer to the edge.
you nodded your head, lips leaving his chest as you breathed heavily.
"look at me," you breathed, your voice ragged as you rolled your hips harder, grinding down against his hand and his cock simultaneously. "look at me when you cum."
his eyes locked onto yours, and that was all it took.
with a strangled cry, his body went taut, his hips jerking upward as he spilled inside you. the pulsing warmth of it sent you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you in waves as your inner walls clenched around him.
you collapsed against his chest, both of you trembling and breathless, the room filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint hum ac running.
"you're never doing that again." he muttered, his hand stroking your thighs. occasionally squeezing at the sore muscles.
you scoffed, "yeah, you say that after you had, like, the best orgasm ever." you rolled your eyes, head still resting on his chest as you listened to his quick heartbeat.
he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
"movie after we shower?" he asked, his voice soft.
you nodded your head. "mhm, but you'll have to carry me to the bathroom..." you smile sheepishly as you said the words. purposely avoiding his eyes.
"like that's a bad thing for me." he teased, finally catching your gaze.
warnings: language, nipple play, sub!maki?, reader got a fat ass (heart eyes emoji, shes js like me)
please reblog or comment!! I love seeing your thoughts <33
₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚
"fuck, just like that," maki threw his head back, moaning as you rode him. the rise and fall of your hips so delicious against his.
his hands found your waist, fingers digging into the skin as you whimpered above him.
your own hands resting on his stomach for leverage, the feel of his thick cock inside of you messing with your head. the longer you went on, the weaker your legs became.
he narrowed his eyes at you, a breathy laugh escaping him. "c'mon, don't give up on me yet."
you shook your head, your head falling to rest on his shoulder as your hips continued as best as they could. "mm-mm," you bit your lips, trying to focus on continuing.
one of your hands dragged upward, lazily moving from where they were placed to hold onto his shoulder.
the light graze of your palm dragging against his nipples made his body shake. the sound that left his mouth was nothing like you'd heard tonight.
a breathy gasp, almost like he was holding himself back from another noise.
you paused your movements, sitting up straight as your hands dragged back to his chest. your fingers tweaking his left nipple.
his mouth dropped open, a low groan leaving him as his hands squeezed your waist. "baby, what-"
you barely let him finish his sentence before moving your lips down to his chest. your tongue replacing your fingers as your hand switched sides.
the guttural moan that tore from his throat was raw, his back arching off the bed as you gently nipped at the sensitive skin. his hips bucked beneath you, the sudden, sharp thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through your own body.
"jesus—fuck," he choked out, his hands flying from your waist to tangle in your hair, his grip causing your eyes to roll back. "baby, stop—I can't." his head shaking softly as his voice got weaker.
"yes, you can. you won't give up on me yet. will you?" you mocked, mirroring his own words back at him.
your thighs burning from the constant movement, but you were so close. seeing maki fall apart underneath you was always your favorite. the sight of him—head thrown back, throat exposed, chest heaving—was intoxicating, enough to fuel your movements despite the screaming protest in your muscles.
you shifted your attention to his other nipple, grabbing his hand and pushing it in between where your bodies met.
even through his pleasure-fogged mind, he knew what you wanted. his fingers having a messy rhythm against your clit as you moaned against him.
his body was flushed.
his cheeks and neck pink as he shuddered beneath you, a thin sheen of sweat causing his body to glisten under the faint living room lights. his abs tensing with each circle of his thumb, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants.
"i'm so close," he whimpered, his eyes glossy as he stared at you. his eyes trailing down to your ass, the skin rippling with every fall against his body. the sight pushing him closer to the edge.
you nodded your head, lips leaving his chest as you breathed heavily.
"look at me," you breathed, your voice ragged as you rolled your hips harder, grinding down against his hand and his cock simultaneously. "look at me when you cum."
his eyes locked onto yours, and that was all it took.
with a strangled cry, his body went taut, his hips jerking upward as he spilled inside you. the pulsing warmth of it sent you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you in waves as your inner walls clenched around him.
you collapsed against his chest, both of you trembling and breathless, the room filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint hum ac running.
"you're never doing that again." he muttered, his hand stroking your thighs. occasionally squeezing at the sore muscles.
you scoffed, "yeah, you say that after you had, like, the best orgasm ever." you rolled your eyes, head still resting on his chest as you listened to his quick heartbeat.
he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
"movie after we shower?" he asked, his voice soft.
you nodded your head. "mhm, but you'll have to carry me to the bathroom..." you smile sheepishly as you said the words. purposely avoiding his eyes.
"like that's a bad thing for me." he teased, finally catching your gaze.
i honestly think maki is one of the most handsome men i've ever laid my eyes on. and every time i see a video or photo of him i want to claw at the floor and roll around on my bed in agony because how is one man so absolutely breathtaking.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
a/n: wow… it’s been a minute since I’ve posted. I’ve been suffering from writers block HEAVILY. This is a repurposed fic so if you recognize it a little that’s why, I did change some of it tho.
tags: MDNI, SMUT, Maki x f!reader, established relationship, cunnilingus, oral(f!receiving), fingering, kissing, soft maki, MUNCH MAKI, MAKI IS SO IN LOVE WITH READER
wc: 715
You looked absolutely divine beneath Maki—hair splayed out on the pillow, body bare and vulnerable as his lips moved gently across your soft skin. Each kiss lingers, leaving a trail of warmth behind as he moves down, paying extra attention to any blemishes or freckles in his path.
Maki’s lips press against your belly, mumbling soft words against the skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, each word punctuated by another kiss. In Maki's eyes, you were absolutely perfect. Everything about you he couldn’t get enough of.
Taking his time with you, listening for the changes in your breathing as he moves further down, notices the way your hips shift up subtly. He relishes the way your fingers grip his hair lightly, trying to push his head down to where you need him most. Pressing his palms against your thighs, he spreads them open wide enough to bring his head between them.
The kisses begin anew, lips pressing close to your heat where you’re aching for him. He sucks a light mark near the crease of your thight
Before he finally presses his mouth to your dripping cunt, licking a long stripe up your folds that has you gasping. Maki groans, savoring the taste of you as he flicks his tongue against your clit. “Maki,” hips bucking, chasing his tongue against your core. Maki wraps his hand around your thigh, tugging you closer so he can effectively bury his face between your plush thighs.
“You taste so good, baby.” He murmurs against your skin, muffled. The noises are obscene, loud slurps as he latches his mouth around your clit. His finger drags through your slick, teasing your cunt before pushing in. Walls clenching around his finger, thighs trembling as you try to squeeze them shut. Curling his finger, he finds that sensitive spot, causing you to moan out his name, desperate and high. “Nghh— fuck!“
Your fingers tug at his hair, head falling back against the pillows with your back arching—moaning unashamed as he slips a second finger into you. Maki sets up a good pace, alternating between short flicks of his tongue and long strokes while he steadily pumps his fingers into you. Your walls flutter around his digits, hips rolling to meet him halfway. Slick drips down his chin in messy rivulets but not even the mess can deter Maki.
Heat pooled in your belly and Maki noticed the moment your thighs tensed—how your breathing grew sharp and rapid, chest heaving. His eyes trailed up your body until they landed on your face and he watched you. Maki was utterly entranced by the way your brows furrowed, how your head was thrown back against the pillows, and by the soft whines spilling from your lips.
It was hard to believe that he caused this sight, that only he could see this beautifully crafted image of you.
Your hands scrambled to grip the pillow, his fingers curling just right against that sweet spot that has you seeing stars. “Maki— Maki, I’m so— “Your words die on your tongue, hips rolling as he sucks hard on your clit and that heat finally washes over you. Maki lets go of your thigh, groaning as they clamp down around his head. Your cunt clenches down on his fingers, slick gushing around them as you cum—body trembling.
Maki’s gaze never leaves your face, working you through your high as you tremble and squirm. His tongue licks up your folds, lapping up your release, only stopping when your heel kicks at his shoulder. He pulls away—breathing hard, chin glistening with combined slick and spit. “You did so well for me, baby.”
“Looked so gorgeous,” Hand moving to cradle the back of your neck as he slots his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You moan, arms winding around his broad shoulders to pull him closer, tongue swiping across your bottom lip as he pulls back.
You can feel the hard, insistent bulge straining against his sweats, pressing into your thigh. It’s a wonder how he’s even held back for so long. Winding your hand down between your two bodies, you press your palm against it, biting back a smile when he sucks in a shaky breath. “Let me take care of you now?”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ maki looks like the type of person who would get embarrassed if you called him cute but secretly remembers every compliment you’ve ever given him. one quiet night after closing, you tell him you’re proud of him and suddenly your cool tattoo artist boyfriend is hiding in your shoulder asking you to say it again
masterlist 𓆩♡𓆪
maki x reader ⟡ tattoo artist bf!maki, established relationship, fluff, comfort, praise, soft kisses, tired maki, quiet love, clingy if nobody is looking, one forehead touch and he folds wc: 800+
note: lately i’ve been finding myself more in my writing and i decided i wanted to switch up my writing style a little and slowly change up my blog style too. i’m still figuring things out and trying different things, but i’m having fun with it and i hope you’ll stay with me through it. i really hope you guys like this maki fic and please tell me what you think because i’d love to hear it ♡
more under the cut!!!
do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt my work. i only write on tumblr
closing time at maki’s studio always felt different from the rest of the day.
during work hours there was noise. music low in the background. customers talking. people laughing nervously before appointments. chairs moving. the little buzz of machines.
but after closing everything softened.
the lights felt warmer. the air felt quieter.
you liked staying for those moments.
today you’d come to bring him lunch and somehow never left. now you were sitting on the couch in the waiting area while pretending to scroll on your phone and secretly watching him clean.
maki looked pretty when he worked.
you never told him that because he already had enough confidence for both of you.
his sleeves were pushed up slightly while he wiped down the counters. his hair was messy from touching it too much all day and every few seconds he’d stop to stare at something like it personally offended him before fixing it.
you watched him for a little too long.
he noticed.
of course he noticed.
he looked over his shoulder.
“…what.”
you blinked innocently.
“nothing.”
he narrowed his eyes immediately.
that expression.
he knew that expression.
you smiled.
he stared another second before putting the spray bottle down.
“that face means something.”
you shrugged.
“i’m just thinking.”
he turned fully now.
“dangerous.”
you laughed.
he walked over slowly and stopped in front of the couch.
you had to tilt your head back to look at him.
sometimes you forgot how tall he actually was until moments like this.
his shoulders blocked half the warm light.
“…thinking about what.”
you looked at him for another second.
then smiled.
“you’re cute.”
he blinked.
nothing.
then—
“…what.”
you laughed.
he pointed at himself.
“wrong person.”
you shook your head.
“no.”
he looked genuinely confused.
he glanced around his own studio.
then back at you.
“…this doesn’t make sense.”
you laughed harder.
he frowned.
“why are you laughing.”
you sat up straighter.
“because you said it like being cute is impossible.”
he crossed his arms.
“because i’m not cute.”
you stared.
this man had a tiny frog charm attached to his keys.
you pointed.
he immediately shoved the keys into his pocket.
“ignore that.”
you started smiling more.
he sighed.
then after standing there for another few seconds he quietly sat beside you.
not too close.
at first.
except he was tall enough that his shoulder still brushed yours.
you smiled to yourself.
he looked away.
you kept talking.
“i’m serious.”
he groaned quietly.
you ignored him.
“i think you’re cute.”
his ears turned pink.
“i think you act cooler than you actually are.”
he looked offended.
“excuse me.”
you continued.
“and i think you’re sweet.”
he dropped his head back dramatically.
“…stop.”
you looked over.
“why.”
he turned his head.
looked at you.
then looked away again.
quietly—
“…because you’re saying things.”
your expression softened.
oh.
you smiled.
you put your phone down.
then without saying anything you reached over and fixed a piece of hair falling into his eyes.
he froze.
completely.
your fingers stayed there for a second.
he swallowed.
looked at you.
and then did something so maki that it almost made you laugh.
he slowly moved.
until his shoulder pressed fully against yours.
pretending it wasn’t intentional.
you smiled.
he looked away.
after another minute he sighed.
then leaned.
not dramatically.
just enough that his head rested against your shoulder.
you looked over.
his eyes were closed.
you smiled immediately.
“…long day?”
he nodded once.
you reached up.
started playing with his hair.
his shoulders relaxed instantly.
he let out the smallest sigh.
you smiled softer.
“good job today.”
he stayed quiet.
you kept brushing through his hair.
“you worked hard.”
his head tilted a little more into your hand.
you looked at him.
and quietly said—
“i’m proud of you.”
he opened his eyes.
slowly.
looked at you.
“…again.”
your chest hurt a little.
you smiled.
“i’m proud of you.”
he stared.
then looked down.
his fingers played with the sleeve of your hoodie.
he laughed once.
quietly.
“…nobody says that.”
your expression softened immediately.
you turned a little toward him.
he shrugged.
“people compliment my tattoos.”
he looked down.
“or say the studio is cool.”
another shrug.
“but nobody really says they’re proud of me.”
you stared at him.
then reached over.
held his face in both hands.
because one wasn’t enough.
he looked up.
you smiled.
“well i am.”
he looked at you for a second.
then leaned down and kissed you.
soft.
slow.
not dramatic.
just warm.
when he pulled away he stayed close.
forehead touching yours.
then quietly said—
“…say more stuff.”
you laughed.
he looked embarrassed.
but didn’t move.
“…please.”
and suddenly he didn’t look cool anymore.
just your sweet ridiculous boyfriend who secretly came home wanting forehead kisses and compliments and someone to tell him he did a good job.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Synopsis : (Trying to) Enjoy a movie with bf!Maki when you both need to leave the room
Request : find it here. Thank you for requesting this ! I hope that you will enjoy it <3
Words : 1226
Pairing : female reader x Maki
Content : smut, abs riding, the members are in the dorms, pet name (very small)
minor - do not interact. mature content.
🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒
Dating Maki was a rollercoaster, one day it was fun and silly tik tok and then the next you were feverishly making out in the dorms.
The danger with Maki is that even if you knew what to expect, you actually did not.
Today by example, was the perfect example of this. It was maki’s first day off in two weeks and all that was planned on your shared schedule was for you to come to the dorms, watch movies and take a nap together. After all what else could you do when his members were there ?
The members were pretty used to your presence by this point and did not mind when they saw you stepping inside the apartment, beers in hand and pizzas in the other. You all were pretty okay with being in each other’s presence. And you all fell into a casual rhythm of sharing the pizzas in the couch and putting on a movie.
It was Nicholas’s turn to pick it, and an old school movie caught his eye “Dirty Dancing”, a story about a girl discovering herself through dance. How could it be more appropriate ?
As all of you settled in, you naturally ended up inside of Maki’s arms, his torso against your back as all the members kept saying that you guys were gross. However, the youngest did not care as he rested his head against the crook of your neck.
Drinking beers and enjoying the movie, the room progressively got more quiet after the middle of the movie, and especially the cabin scene. K covered Taki’s eyes and some of the members nervously laughed.
You thought it was funny that a bunch of adults reacted this way to an intimate scene, you were going to whisper to Maki that it was pretty endearing when you started feeling him shifting behind you.
You peeked a glance at your boyfriend’s face and saw his cheeks flushed and you understood. He was turned on. Noticing your reaction, he hid himself in your neck and behind your hair. Slowly whispering in your ear “Can we please go to my room?”. You tried watching the other members, if the two of you were to disappear together, it would certainly arouse their suspicions.
“Babe?” pleading in your ear, you could feel that Maki was getting progressively more uncomfortable and more hard against your back. You tried to answer him as slowly and quietly as possible that you would leave for the restroom and that he should leave few minutes after and meet up in his room, trying to be as discreet as possible.
As you got up and left the room, you saw your charming boyfriend redish boyfriend, hiding behind a pillow, trying to hide his boner.
As you closed the door behind you, you actually felt pretty nervous. You had been together for quite a while but had never done anything while they were here. They would quickly realise that you were both gone.
You kept wondering how you were going to be getting out of this situation, when Maki entered the room, still flustered. Before you could utter a word, he plunged on you, out of desperation and started playing with your lips not leaving you a chance to breath.
As you felt his hands on your hips and starting to take off your top you murmured to him “Love, we can’t the guys, they are just behind the door”. Maki did not stop his play with your top, and with one hand, locked the door with the key.
“Who said we have to do anything too touchy” he replied with a grin on his face, looking at your lips and bitting his. As you looked at him you could not help but feel turned on, how could you resist such a grin ? Smiling, you engulfed him in a kiss before pushing him on the bed. His back resting against the mattress, and his legs resting at the bottom.
Looking at you, you happily smiled to him, taking off your pants, but still staying in your panties. Maki smiled at the view, recognizing the black lace panties he had given to you just a few weeks prior. As you climbed the bed and adjusted yourself to him, you went back to kissing him. Maki happily welcomed you, burying his hand in your hair, pulling you closer.
Greedily you took of his shirt, just enough to have access to his abs, looking at them shining, looking disgustingly perfect you could not help but grin, and slowly lowering yourself and licking his abs. How you could you be normal about this ? Encouraging you, Maki made soft little sounds, trying his best to be as quiet as possible.
You kept teasing him, you had completely forgot about the members, and you were just to be happy to feel your muscular boyfriend under your hands.
Maki’s hands were now resting on your ass, and slowly he guided you back on his abs, asking you to ride him. You could not resist and adjusted yourself.
You slowly started grinding on him, and one his hand left your hips to rest on your boob. Enjoying the sensations, you kept grinding on him. With one hand against on his shoulder, you slowly started palming his cock under his pants.
Maki groaned your name and rejecting his head back, you knew exactly hos to treat him. Enjoying the view, your hand left his pants to go on his cheek and plunges him into a kiss.
Maki was feeling feverish, watching his beautiful girlfriend riding his abs, feeling the wetness of her panties against his torso made him dizzy. And as he tasted the flavored beer inside your mouth he swore he could just pass away from feeling too much joy.
Feeling yourself getting closer and closer, you grinded harder, quicker, letting a few moans leave your lips, you kept getting louder, and Maki that did not forget about his members engulfed you in a kiss to shut you up.
The orgasm came washing over you by a matter of seconds. And as your discharge came all over his abs and your panties, Maki’s orgasm came, making him close his jaw, trying to be silent and not yell your name. You just felt too good on him.
As you finished coming on him, and him as well your body slowly tumbled down on his. Without even going inside of you, Maki was able to make you come with just a few kisses and his abs.
Feeling too drained to change your position, you rested against his torso, and Maki drew forms on your back with his hand, trying to calm the two of you.
As time went by, you fell asleep against his warm body, deciding to still play into appearances, Maki changed your position, and laid you to sleep in his bed. He quickly changed pants and washed up, leaving a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.
As he stepped outside, all the members turned around from the TV to him, with knowing looks and asking where he put his girlfriend.
Cockishly Maki responded, “In my room, she wanted her rest”.
All the members groaned with disgust as Maki went back on the couch to finish the movie, happy and satisfied of the events.
bff!maki x reader
cw; liiiiiittle bit suggestive. f2l? 1k words.
although you and maki were just friends, you’ve always been comfortable enough to sleep on the same bed. in fact, you liked cuddling up against him, his body warmth and protective arms always made you fall asleep much easier and faster for some reason.
and tonight was no different.
after a movie night at his apartment, you decided it was best to just sleep over and go home in the morning. but while you rolled around restlessly on his bed, he busied himself screaming away at the massive computer screen that flashed of gunshots and death. something he’d been doing for the past three hours without a care in the world.
all you wanted was to snuggle with him and fall asleep against his bear-like body after such a long week but you knew it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon if that stupid computer was on.
“maki.”
“AHHHH KILL-” the call of his name finally has him turning his head mid scream, eyes wide of curiosity, “yeah?”
“come to bed already, i’m tired.”
“you can sleep first, i still need to destroy this shit with the guys.”
you pout to yourself, annoyed that he wasn’t giving in. but you were just so tired, having not slept properly thanks homework and assignments and of course, not being able to see maki for a whole week.
without much thought, you sheepishly make your way over to where the big kid sat in his gaming chair. you carefully squeeze in between him and the table before settling onto his lap while facing him, even going as far as moving yourself little by little so you eventually straddled him. he’s startled for a moment, the man no longer clicking his life away. he watches in complete silence as you shift comfortably on his lap, your entire body leaning against him now as you lay your head into the crook of his neck.
you and maki had always been close, beyond close to some, but even this was a little too intimate.
“please come to bed... i want to cuddle.”
you can hear the very loud gulp he makes when your ass accidentally brushes over the forming tent inside his sweatpants but he doesn’t dare move.
both nicholas’ and yuma’s voice continues to echo loudly from the headset but maki only responds with was a mere “got to go bro” before abruptly switching off everything. if you knew it was this easy, you would’ve done this hours ago.
although a little hesitant, maki finally places both of his hands at your waist, softly squeezing it to comfort a very tired you.
“lets go to bed then, hm?”
his breath softly hitting your cheeks tells you that he’s dangerously close. there’s a strange feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach, your entire body feels like it’s on fire from from being this close to him.
with his arms securely around your waist, maki stands up with you in his embrace while you snuggled in comfortably. you know this should’ve felt strange... but it didn’t.
and that scared you.
he gently places you down into his soft haven of white sheets before flicking off the lights, switching it with the small lamp on his bedside. the man quickly fills up the space beside before fetching the sheets to cover your bodies. naturally you roll onto your side to get a better look of him and although there’s a lack of light, you could see him already staring at you... but with a look you’ve never seen before.
and nervousness finally kicks in, the uncertainty of what was to come, really starting to mess with your head. you acted so impulsively, a little too shamelessly, without worrying about the consequences.
“i’m sorry for leaving you for so long.”
“it’s okay.”
he scans over your face for a brief moment, eyes darting between your eyes and lips as if asking for permission and in a split second decision, you leaned right in. your mind had barely processed the fact that you were now kissing your best friend, not until you feel him pulling your body closer to deepen the kiss.
there is a very thin line between friends and everything thereafter and by kissing him, you knew there was no going back, that you’ve now crossed into the very grey area you’re both secretly scared of.
but maybe deep down, somewhere in the pits of your heart, it’s something you’ve always wanted and judging by how he’s kissing you back, you have a feeling it was the same for him too.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
𝑺𝒚𝒏: where you have to spell it out for maki that you like him... 𖹭
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: maki x f!reader
𝑪𝑾: friendzoning, reader panics for a minute but nothing major, tiiiniest bit of angst then comfort but everything is just pure fluff i can't begin to explain how fluffy this is
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 5,355 words
𝑨/𝑵: was surprised when i saw sm of u asking for a pt. 2 so here it is (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) !! this has been in my drafts for abt a month now v sorry abt that (╥﹏╥). wanted this to show the ups and downs that go through having a crush to suddenly confessing, especially as a shy girl myself SO as always, pls enjoy! ☆
Part 1 // Part 2
this has been the third time since your eyes have met maki's eyes.
the first time, you looked up and found him sitting in the front rows of the lecture hall. his body was twisted sideways as he looked around the hall before landing on you, holding eye contact for a second too long.
the second time, you glanced up once more and found him turned all the way around, sitting on the bench legs crisscrossed as he leaned his head on the bench that was supposed to be behind him. you looked back down at your notebook, convincing yourself that he only held eye contact again because he had zoned out.
the third time was definitely not a coincidence. maki was looking directly at you. keeping his eye contact with you as he stayed in the same position. as you pieced it together, you brain flooded with panic.
what if he knows about the drawings? did harua tell him? or could it be jo? no, jo wouldn't. but taki definitely would. did i leave the notebook somewhere? is it still with me? oh god, does he have it—
the color drained from your face the more you spiraled. hesitant eyes glanced one last time at maki, hoping they wouldn't catch those same gentle eyes in your line of sight.
there he was, cheek now pressed against his arm as he leaned comfortably on the raised bench, as if waiting for you to acknowledge him, to give him your attention.
you froze, head raising slightly as your lips parted when maki waved. at you. a soft smile on his face when he saw how speechless you were. he waved at you once more then gestured for you to reciprocate, snapping you out of your own thoughts.
a shaky hand rose with the slightest wave at him, receiving a deep dimpled smile from him as he mouthed something to you. your squinting, hazy eyes couldn't catch the motions, unable to make out the words he was airing out loud.
with eyebrows furrowed and a concentrated expression, maki went to stand but was cut off by the professor's arrival, who had come thirty minutes late. usually, you'd be out the door by the ten-minute mark. you look over at maki, who now had his back to you, sitting upright in his seat. you wonder what made you wait these extra twenty minutes.
by the time the lecture was over, you'd grown sleepier and more tired. you hadn't focused on the lecture at all, unable to concentrate on the complicated concepts that were being thrown at you to somehow digest. your fingers fiddled with the inked pen in your hand, finding their way to a blank area on the page filled with miscellaneous notes.
you looked at the lecturer one more time, eyes naturally drifting around until they land on a familiar neck. you study the way his short hair falls in a gradient-like manner, curved to the inside of his neck. the top of his hair a little bushy, stray hairs swaying around when the cool air hit them. the skin on the nape of his neck was smooth, riddled with varying sizes of freckles and moles.
you lick your chapped lips, throat going dry as you meet the tip of your pen to the paper, making a mental note to buy more lip balm soon. the quiet scratches of the paper filled the silence around you. you didn't need to look up more than twice — his features already branded into memory.
your fingers stop right as you're about to draw the curve of his eyelids. you blink, realizing you're doing it again. slamming the notebook shut, the sound rang a little louder than intended. you cringe, throwing a quick glance around to check if anyone noticed.
a breath left you as you leaned against the bench, wondering if this lecture would ever end. you feel yourself nodding off, eyelids too heavy to hold open. the world felt slow, the words spoken into the microphone faded in and out with every blink till the weight of your head sank fully into your arms.
a light tickle brushed your face, making you stir as you let out a sound.
you squint as you lean back on the wooden bench, the bright overhead lights too harsh on your sleepy eyes. rubbing them, you look to one side, no one was there. so, you really did fall asleep the entire lecture. another rub to your face, you begin gathering your things with a sigh.
"am i that unnoticeable?"
you yelp out loud, the sudden deep voice from your other side that you hadn't checked nearly sending you flying off your seat. maki quickly reaches out to hold you by the arm, surprised by how startled you are.
"m-ma-" you try to speak, heart hammering loud in your ears as you scramble to fix your position. you clear your throat, looking at maki but unable to hold his intense gaze for too long, eyes dropping down to your bag that fell when you nearly jumped out of your skin.
"sorry, i thought you knew i was here." maki's apologetic voice hits you hard in the chest.
"n-no, no, it's fine." you shake your head. "i should've noticed you beside me. um, yeah, sorry."
internally facepalming at how you stumbled over your words, you bend to grab the things that scattered around when you floundered, then freezing. your notebook thrown open on the ground, pages filled with your guilty sketches threatening to peek from behind the organized notes.
you rush towards it, pages crinkling as you shove your things into your bag. you find maki handing you one of your pens, another apology falling from his luscious pink lips.
you swallow, throat dry, as you shakily take the pen and toss it in your bag with the rest of your things. you stand a bit too quickly, maki rising with you as he trails just a step behind.
you turn, raising an eyebrow at him, "shouldn't you…" you gesture vaguely, "um, you know, be with your friends?"
"i am with my friend!" he says with a smile as he throws a wink your way.
friend. the word rings in your ears. your heart slowly getting chipped away at as if a woodpecker had decided you're the perfect tree to dig through for worms. the hollow ache of the words rattling around in your skull as they dance with the fine pencil carvings of him that flash before your eyes as you gaze at his wide smile.
in the end, just a friend.
"ah, aha-ha," you let out a pathetic excuse of a laugh as you nod, awkwardly looking around to avoid his intense gaze. you're not even sure if the smile that was barely stretched on your face stayed there or dropped.
"ah, so, we're not even friends?" maki's mumble should've been quiet, only loud enough for him to hear, but it echoed, hitting you square in the chest.
"no!" you exclaim, feet moving before your brain catches up. you step closer to him, hand finding his, grip tight and desperate that you don't realize that you're holding him with your clammy hands until you felt the warmth of his palms against yours.
"of course, we're friends!" eyes wide and grip tightening as you shake your head, suddenly brave enough to hold his stare as he looks down at your joined hands, his own hand slowly wrapping around your trembling fingers. "we're good friends, even!"
his expression softens, that adorable smile that never failed to make your heart race with familiar indents coming back as it stretches across his face.
"alright," his voice warm as he speaks."guess we're good friends then."
you blink rapidly, processing his words, the situation you've just put yourself in, the words that spilled out your mouth. with a clear of your throat, you peel your hand away from his, maki holding on for a beat too long before also releasing you. you cringe again, too aware of the sweat you've left behind on his skin.
you mumble an apology, taking a step back to restore the previous distance you'd closed moments ago. your grip on the strap of your bag tightens as your eyes catch the time on your phone. 4:56 pm. you should've been home almost an hour ago.
"i— uhm," you clear your throat once again, making a mental note to buy some water on your way home. "i gotta go home now." eyes landing on the way his eyebrows tighten, head nodding slowly as he points behind him.
"i could give you a ride home, if you want." he offers, and your brain just about short-circuits. a ride. with maki. in maki's car. alone. with maki.
your breath hitches, head shaking violently in response. you can't even trust your voice to say anything other than a squeak right now. if you take him up on that offer, who knows what might happen. you combusting right in front of him in the passenger seat wouldn't exactly be ideal.
"i don't mean to force anything on you," maki raises his hands up as a sign of reassurance. his eyes seem softer when they look at you now.
"bus," you blurt out. you feel your cheeks burning up, "i'll just take the bus. uh, i always take the bus. so… it's fine, really." your clammy, shaky hands lock together, feeling the sweat building up between your palms.
mentally kicking yourself for acting like a fool in front of maki, you give him a quick bow of your head and whip around, legs carrying you fast out the door; you've embarrassed yourself enough in front of him.
"hey, wait up!"
maki jogs after you. his shoulder brushes yours as he matches your pace of walking. "let's ride the bus together!"
a bewildered look crosses your face. "but your car…"
"that's fine, it's in the parking lot, anyway," he brushes you off, his feet matching your steps as he slows himself down. that same smile that never left his face now wider, indents deeper. his bright eyes slowly covered by the rise of his cheeks.
the walk to the bus stop is a blur, too focused on calming your own heartbeat as maki went on to talk about a new game he'd bought followed by your infrequent hums and nods. the occasional brush of his hand against yours never going unnoticed.
when the bus arrived, you slipped into the nearest window seat in front of the automatic doors. maki followed suit, sliding in beside you.
the bus itself is occupied by a handful of people, scattered around randomly between the seats. the ride is filled with comfortable silence accompanied by the quiet hum of the bus and squeaking of its brakes. the large interior of the bus suddenly felt small like the world had shrunk around the two of you.
you thought maki would take the lead in a conversation, filling the air with his barking laughs and various animated expressions that you usually admired silently from afar when he'd chat with his friends.
but he's now seated beside you, arms hugging his bag in front of him as he leans his head against the pole. the warmth from his jacket— the same one he wore at the café— seeped through yours. his eyes are closed, head gently swaying in rhythm with the bus's frequent stops. as you sneakily catch glances of him, your mind wanders, lost in the familiar lines of him.
you catch the subtle shift in his eyelids. looking away, you hastily dig through your bag, pulling out a pair of earphones. they're old and wired, but they make you comfortable. you slip one ear piece in and turn your head away from the cause of your racing heartbeat.
the song that shuffles on is soft, the gentle hum of the intro makes you feel like you were in a classic bus ride scene in a k-drama. you let out a breath and slump against the window. the glass is cold against your temple as your head rocks against it, a reminder that this is real life, not a scene.
you shift in your seat and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. the ride felt longer than usual—probably because you weren't zoning out for once, or maybe because maki was right there, so close to you that you could make out the small moles that dusted the side of his face, the same ones your pencil traced over and over that you'd memorized them without permission.
your eyes watch the way his head bobs with every lurch of the bus, but when the bus suddenly picks up speed on a particularly empty road, maki is jerked forward. his head heading straight towards the metal handrails in front of him.
once again, your body moves before you think, hand reaching out as it slaps against his forehead, flattening against the railing. you bite down on your lip, a low choked sound barely heard as your knuckles take the hit instead. maki jerks awake, eyes shifting between the railing, your hand, and the bus driver.
"what just—" he starts, the answer obvious as his eyes drop to your hand that you quickly retracted.
"are you okay— oh god, your hand," his hand finds yours, inspecting it as he flips it every which way. it hurts, but when he unconsciously presses down on one specific knuckle, you hiss.
"shit." you gasp, finally taking a good look at his face: eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched up slightly, lips pulled tight that it has two dips forming on each of his cheeks—not in a smile but in regret that he was the cause of your pain.
he brings out his water bottle that was comfortably cold to the touch but felt like ice against your inflamed, angry hand. your hand shakily covers his that was holding onto yours so tightly yet so gently, "it's okay—i'm fine, i promise."
"that doesn't look fine." maki only throws you a look.
you could only stay silent, his hand still holding your injured one tightly as he refuses to let go. somehow, this time, your heart is squeezing but not from nervousness. his face comes into view, catching the red under his eyes. he looks up at the flickering electronic display to check how long you until your stop.
he stands, gathering his things. hand falling back in your lap, the ache in your heart grows, missing the weight of his warmth in yours as you use your good hand to pack your own things when your bag is snatched away. he doesn't shove your phone in your bag like he did his own, instead careful as he places everything inside, organized and clean.
he throws your bag on his other shoulder and holds his hand out, eyes still focused on hand that cushioned his fall. you slowly give it to him, letting him pull you up to make your way to the door when the bus stopped.
the bus pulls away, the wind whipping your hair against your face. pushing it back, you watch him. his bangs shift slightly, revealing the faint red mark from where your hand slapped against his forehead earlier. he simply stands there, still holding your hand as you begin to feel embarrassed by how long he's been holding it.
"um, maki," you start, fingers playing with a stray thread on your clothes. "i'm doing okay, so i can carry my own bag now and… my house is that way," you vaguely point at the direction of your house.
he doesn't seem interested in what you have to say, eyes still fixated on your hand that you could barely move now as it starts to swell, "we're going to the hospital."
he tugs you along with him as you babble in denial, words tumbling in a desperate rush, "hospital?! i'm fine, maki, i swear i feel great! we don't have to do this, it doesn't even hurt that bad—"
he suddenly spins around, and you stumble on your words when he steps closer to you. he's too close—way too close for you to maintain his intense eye contact. you look away, still uselessly pulling on your arm that he's been holding by the wrist.
"doesn't hurt that bad, huh?" he presses ever so gently on your knuckle, and that has you flinching, body bending with the pressure as pain shoots up your arm. you curse yourself for having the pain tolerance of a toddler.
"why are you acting like i'm doing something heroic? you're hurt," he raises your hand as if an example, "and i have the responsibility to take care of you."
even with your hand hurting so bad that you think it'd be easier to live by cutting it off, his last two words jump around in your head like ping-pong balls. take care of you, take care of…
you hold his gaze this time, feeling your cheeks light up with heat as you can barely hold yourself up in front of him, "i'm fine. you need to go home."
you point at his chest, finger barely grazing the fabric of his shirt. then he takes a step closer, finger jabbing into his solid muscle, now holding both your hands as he leaves you frozen, the blood rushing to your head as your cheeks flush to a shade of pink.
"i won't force you to do something you don't want to do," his voice is gentle again, the grip on your hands softening as he lets the injured one go, "but at least let me repay you for it."
"you really don't have to. i did nothing—"
"i'll get you ice cream and coffee." your refusal lingers on your tongue as you think about it. your favorite combo with your favorite person. he really knows how to strike an intriguing deal.
your eyes shift between his hopeful ones briefly, only to look away in shame as you can't bring yourself to refuse the tempting offer. a small nod from you has maki smiling from ear to ear, practically leaping as he points towards a specific direction. he grabs your uninjured hand now, like it's natural for him to be so close to you, so touchy with you.
you try to calm down once again, heated knuckles touching your heated skin making no difference, totally forgetting about the blood that pulsed painfully through your hand just minutes ago.
before going to the café maki suggested, you drop by a local pharmacy, buying some cooling gel and gauze to wrap.
when you arrive at the café, you take a seat outside in the open area. you scan the street, illuminated by the warm glow of the lamp poles. your eyes take in the shadows that fell from the buildings, shielding the trees and bushes that rooted themselves perfectly between every stairway.
with your orders in hand, maki sits down opposite you. his smile is soft as he passes you your drink, and you return with one of your own.
conversation flows easily between the two of you, soft and unhurried. you find yourself forgetting about your obsession with him, instead clinging to the real maki sitting in front of you as he questions and pries more about you. you do the same, asking him questions about his family, close friends, and he throws in stories about his childhood, where he grew up, the places that shaped him.
you feel closer to him—not physically, but emotionally, like you've finally opened your eyes to understand the maki seated across from you, not the maki you've fantasized about. your eyes sneak a glance at your backpack that holds your notebook, the same one you'd pull out whenever the same man sitting across from you lingered in your thoughts.
yet somehow, you don't feel the need to draw. your hand doesn't itch for the pencil as it leaves traces behind on the blank paper. only your eyes are focused on him, his bright smile that shines more beautifully than the scenery behind him.
in this moment, nothing could compare to his beauty.
with a little coffee left in your cup, maki gestures at the bag of first aid sitting beside you. he pulls his chair closer, offering to wrap your hand. it's quiet as he gently spreads the gel around the red skin—the striking contrast between the heat from your body and the relief of coolness almost has you sighing.
a part of you realizes that you really have grown comfortable. usually, this would send you over into a spiral, and yet you're sitting down, heart racing just enough from being so close to him, hand extended as you patiently wait for him to finish. your hand finds your chest, rubbing in small circles to steady yourself before you lose composure.
"hey," maki starts, snapping you out of your daze, "you know, i've always tried to get closer to you."
you blink once, you don't dare blink again. "what?"
"yeah." maki chuckles, looking at you through his bangs as he wears that same amused expression he always has.
"you just… you never really gave me permission to press further." he looks down at his own hands, fingers fiddling with the ring on his pinky. "whenever i'd come around, you'd just… shut off. i'd see the way you laughed and cracked jokes with harua or jo, and yet whenever i came around, somehow that all fades, and you stay quiet."
you're speechless. your mind chants one thought: he thinks you're avoiding him because you hate him.
"no—i—maki, no," your voice cracks under the pressure, your heart pounding against your chest as you feel it rising in your throat. "that's not—"
"i know you're not too fond of me," his voice drops at the end, but he suddenly lifts his head up at you, making you jerk away—surprised at his sudden action. "but that's okay, i'll just have to prove to you that i am likable, right?"
he brings your wrapped hand closer, leaving the gentlest kiss to your highest knuckle. his eyebrows are slightly pressed together as if focused on not hurting you. he looks up once more, expression dropping from a small smile to concern as he gazes at the tears that have welled up in your eyes.
your heart chips away as if someone was knocking at it with a hammer. you firmly shake your head. you've never hated your inability to speak more than you do in this moment.
your eyes squeeze shut, hands covering your face to suppress the tears that threatened to fall—unsure if their existence was from anger at yourself, or sadness that he could ever think you didn't want him around.
his revelation to you hurts like no other. you can't think straight anymore, thoughts too plagued by the realization that this entire time, maki thought you didn't like him. that you didn't want to be close to him. that you hated him. the world felt cruel for not making you able to speak about your thoughts at will, always pressing them down.
maki waits, watching as you try to trust your voice to say anything, lips parting, but nothing comes out.
fuck it, you think. yanking your hands out of his grasp, you reach for the bag that was hung on his chair. he quickly stops you, hands wrapping around yours once again.
your red eyes meet his, which flicker rapidly between yours.
you blink the tears blurring your vision away, hands holding his as you shake your head. when his grip softens, you reach for the bag. you can barely see through the tears, but your fingers find that specific notebook you've cherished and protected for months.
you flip it open to a random page, showing him the pieces of art you've drawn since you discovered how awfully in love with him you are. your eyes follow his every move. the way he gazes over the entire page, his mouth opening and closing as broken sounds leave him, bewildered by what's in front of him.
his fingers hover over a specific drawing: the one you drew at the last café, when you felt like your heart would burst into pieces had he sneaked a look at it. yet here he is, fingers tracing the pencil strokes that were etched deep in the paper.
a small breath escapes him, almost as if a chuckle. his eyes flick over each page as he turns them over, admiring each one, and when you think he's drawn to a specific drawing, he traces it. but the entire time—he hasn't looked up at you once, eyes trained on the sketches.
"this is…" he speaks up for the first time, startling you. "it's all me."
you don't answer, looking down at his fingers that continued to trace over the fine lines that filled the page. a pang shoots through the side of your head from holding your breath for so long to hold back your tears. a long inhale enters your lungs as you exhale shakily, opening your eyes once again to see his eyes looking straight at yours. the notebook now lying in his lap as the papers flutter gently with the cool wind.
"they're beautiful." maki's voice is so stable and gentle, so reassuring that it has the tears you've been fighting returning, filling your eyes once more.
you can't hold them back anymore. too tired. too overwhelmed. the relief of finally showing him, the sudden push of exposing your deepest secret instead of using your voice has the world spinning under your feet. your hands cover your face as tears lightly spill out your eyes every time you blink.
in the smallest voice you can muster, "i like you."
the fluttering of the pages stop, the soft snap of the notebook closing has the tears flowing even more. your brain hasn't stopped overflowing with ideas that plagued your head until you feel the softest touch on your shoulder. the scent of him growing stronger as he leans closer towards you, fingers tapping your shoulder as his other takes a hold of your hands in one of his.
slowly lowering your hands in your lap, his hand rubs small circles on your fingers, cupping them gently. his face comes into view as he bends down ahead of you. you get lost in his wide bright eyes that look up at you, the smallest hint of a smile that plays on his lips.
"i can't hear you when your face is covered like that," his voice is no louder than a whisper, as if enveloping you in warmth.
you sniffle, tears stopping as you calm down, counting the circles he's been rubbing on your knuckles. maybe it's the adrenaline that coursed through you, or the tears that blurred your vision , or maybe it's the relief of not carrying this heavy secret anymore, but you speak up, eyes trained on his face—more confident than before.
"i said i like you. i-i've liked you since i met you, maki. these drawings—they're all of you because you're the only thing i ever think about. i've never experienced a love so deep like this and…" a small gasp leaves you as you think your words through. "i don't know what to do anymore."
now, you're left to wonder if he has the heart to refuse you in public.
another sniffle leaves you as his hand reaches for your face. the warmth of him flowing through your face, his scent enveloping you as you take a deep breath, like fresh air washed over you. your breath comes out in stutters as you grip his hand with your wrapped hand, too weak to actually put any pressure.
his face has never been softer; his eyes look at you like they could store a decade's supply of adoration in them, his cheeks lift up ever so slightly as they flush the faintest pink, and his smile—the same one you've fallen in love with—just as warm though wider as his dimples are deeper.
almost as if confessing through his features, you begin to think this isn't real life anymore—this has to be a scene in a movie. you blink rapidly, trying to snap out of it, when maki's fingers find your chin, he turns your gaze back to him.
his grip on your hand, paired with the hold he has on your face, almost sends you into another wave of panic. he's so close to you that you can see how his pupils are blown out, his lashes shifting slightly as his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips.
they stay there for what feels like hours before they flick back up to yours that were filled with mixed emotions. when you look down once more, you're reminded of the position you're in. this has been exactly what you've been dreaming of—this closeness to your one and only instead of admiring from afar, but your brain isn't quick to register that. it begs you to remove yourself from the situation before it becomes embarrassing.
maki's grip on your chin is tightens, firm as he holds your face in place. he lets out a breath as he tilts his head up to place a warm kiss to your forehead. he presses his forehead to yours, eyes closed as he simply breathes.
when he opens his eyes again, you can read it in his eyes before he says it: "i like you too."
his thumb traces a line along your jaw as it trembles. "i've liked you longer than i realized."
you can barely hold back the choked sound that escapes you, eyes squeezing shut as you try to contain the feelings that rush through you. the overwhelming sadness that rushes through you collides with relief as excitement washes over you. it felt like you've been reborn, knowing that your feelings are reciprocated.
you gently take the hand that held your jaw, bringing it to your lips as you press a soft kiss into his palm. your entire body shakes as you let out another sigh, a string of mutters leaves you as you chant how much you adore him right to his face. maki can only chuckle, fond of the way your demeanor changed entirely.
cupping his hand to your cheek, you nuzzle into it, relishing in being able to finally be in comfortable contact with him without over thinking your decisions. his thumb rubs your cheek, bringing your attention to him as his eyes linger on your lips once again.
"maki…" your voice vibrates in his hand, sending chills down his spine.
"can i…" he trails off, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip.
when you give a short nod, he leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away. his eyes watch you, fingers still holding you in place. when you don't move, his lips meet yours. electricity flows through you that it has your chest aching. your hand curls up into a fist, pressing it against his chest as your eyes squeeze shut.
your mind goes quiet, forgetting how to breathe as he envelopes all your senses. all you can register is him—the warmth of his lips, the faint scent that lingers around you, the way his fingers trembled, moving from your face to the side of your neck.
when he pulls back, you're breathless, eyes still closed as you press your forehead to his this time.
"you okay?" he asks, voice barely over a whisper.
when you open your eyes, you're met with the slight flush of his cheeks, his sweet smile is contagious as it spreads on your face before you can stop it.
you move without thinking again, arms wrapping around his neck, humming. "i'm… processing."
he laughs softly—not his usual cackle, "take your time. i'm not going anywhere." 𖹭
let’s be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Dora˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ @torusblindfold - Tumblr Blog | Tumlook
