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Yuta barely noticed the creek of the door or the muffled shuffling in the hall as Maki entered, too entranced with scrubbing each dish to perfection. Cleaning becoming a weirdly therapeutic hobby he’d take part in whenever Maki was out for work- Her subtle satisfaction and gratitude being an added plus -She wasn’t one for big gestures or cheesy romance, but a soft smile and cheek kiss from Maki felt like a thousand from someone else.
Yuta only fully registered she was home when he felt the familiar comfort of her arms around his waist and head in the crook of his neck, savouring his presence.
”you cleaning again?” She murmured, a hint of surprise in her voice.
Yuta just nodded with a hum, as Maki shifted slightly tilting her head up now resting her chin on his shoulder to properly look at him.
”wow, quite the house husband you've come. Such a good boy.”
Yuta paused, a plate nearly falling out of his hand.
She’d meant it as I joke, he knew that. Just like she always did, voice dripping with sarcasm as she teased completely deadpan. But it was too late. He tried his best to go back to the dishes, in peace. But it did nothing to hide the blush creeping up his neck or the hitch in his breath when those two words slipped from her lips.
Yuta could practically feel the wave of realization that passed over her, and although he tried not to look; Out of the corner of his eye he saw the smirk tugging at her lips.
“Oh?”
He swallowed nervously, hoping she’d just drop it. But in true, observant, teasing, Maki fashion she continued. Not even holding back the look of revaluation on her face as she pulled back, one hand still on his waist.
”so it’s like that, huh?”
There was a pause, mostly because Yuta was to busy burning holes through the ceiling with his stare and praying to any god that would listen that he didn’t embarrass himself… Well embarrass himself more.
”is that why you've been cleaning so much? You want an award?” She teased, clearly enjoying herself with the small laugh she let out.
”No, no! Im sorry it just-it just caught me off guard…” Yuta rushed as he turned to face her, internally cringing at himself.
He felt like he was awaiting some sort of punishment as Maki stood in-front of him, arms crossed, intimating as ever as she looked him up and down painfully slow. Observing him with amused interest.
”When did I say it was a bad thing?” She said simply after what felt like a life crushing moment of silence.
if Yuta was flustered before then he was straight up dead now.
“in fact, I think it’s kinda cute. The way you get so worked up by the littlest things is adorable.”
She stepped closer, hand playing with the collar of his shirt like it was a second thought.
”you really are such a good boy.”
Yuta was done for at this point, face red, pants tight, and breathless. Completely surrendered to whatever plan was running through Maki’s head. She laughed in that same low, amused, tone. Clearly satisfied with his reaction before leaning in, murmuring a quick ‘this okay?’. And with Yuta’s immediate nod closing what little space was still between them.
His body responded before his brain, in fact his brain was completely shut off at this point. He melted into the kiss, lips parted and red shamefully grinding his hips against the thigh Maki conveniently nudged between his legs.
Her hands were immediately on him. One firmly in his hair anchoring the both of them, the other trailing down his chest and settling on his waist. She bit his lip as she pulled away leaving only an inch or two between them as she admired the absolute reck that she had made of Yuta, his head falling onto her shoulder with a sudden whine as she adjusted her knee just so, pressing into him closer.
”so sensitive” Maki teased, her breath hot against his neck as she started a trail of kisses right below his jaw.
Suddenly, she nipped at the spot just below his ear, something embarrassedly close to a whimper escaping his lips.
”M-maki,” He breathed out, barely audible with his head tucked in the crook of her neck. His hand pawing at her belt buckle.
Yuta could feel Maki’s smug smile against his skin as she paused, taking Yutas chin in her hand, having him meet her eyes.
”you want my approval right?”
Yuta nodded without thought, just desperate to take anything Maki gave him. She tilted her head to the side, eyes flicking down to his lips before dragging him closer by his shirt collar. Which only elicited a small wince out of Yuta.
”then how bout you start by putting that mouth to good use hmm?”
He swallowed hard, his pants strained just at the thought as he nodded once more with a desperate small sound.
Maki smiled sweetly, cooing at him like she would a puppy before dragging him down to the couch making quick work of her clothes.
Yuta attempted to help but Maki seemed very insistent on doing it herself, making great efforts to torture Yuta with what felt like an excruciatingly slow strip tease. As he sat on the couch watching helplessly he wondered how someone could be so sweet yet so cruel?
But all of his woes were forgotten when Maki finished undressing standing before him like some kind of goddess of war, he must’ve looked like an idiot admiring her given the way Maki rolled her eyes. But he couldn’t help the immense feeling of awe washing over him, when she looked like that. All lean muscle and battle scars, and god Yuta really wanted to hit himself on the head because he knew it was cheesy, he knew Maki would scoff at him and call him an idiot, but she truly was the bravest person he knew. Yuta didn’t think any amount of so called “idiot” looks could properly express that.
”s-sorry!” Yuta blurted out, quickly getting back on task.
she raised a brow amused before laying out before him like some holy gift- well Yuta wasn’t sure how much of this situation was “holy” -But nonetheless he preceded. Planting careful kisses at her collar bone and the base of her throat as she watched intently, a hand finding its way back into Yutas hair guiding him gently down her body.
He hoped to savour every spot on her body, pressing a kiss to every scar and freckle; But he also worried Maki would have much worse punishments if he kept her waiting any longer. And to be honest the chance of being buried in between her legs was not something he’d like to give up.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, before finally moving to her arousal where she was already soaked.
However, apparently Maki held more regard for seeing Yuta a mess than her own needs as she gave his hair a slight tug, making him meet her eyes.
“Did I give you permission for that yet?” She asked, tone as if she was warning a dog. A entertained glint in her eyes.
Yuta just tilted his head up a little surprised, wide eyed and flushed. Before giving a small shake of his head.
Maki tsk’d, pouting and making a show of being “disappointed”.
”Beg.”
Yuta swallowed hard, eyes looking anywhere but hers for a moment. He considered weather or not he wanted to keep claim to his own pride, but with where he was now he assumed all his dignity belonged to Maki.
”c’mon, I want this as much as you do. Just gotta use your words.” She cooed, holding his face sweetly.
Her encouragement only added to the tight warmth in Yutas stomach, now he just figured the hardest part would be forming a coherent thought.
Burring his head in her stomach he sighed, too worked up to care.
”Please Maki, I just wanna make you feel good. Please, I promise I’ll do good.” It came out as more whine then speech, and he cursed himself at out desperate he truly sounded. But , he didn’t even care anymore when Maki patted his head a satisfied smile on her face.
”Such a good boy, go ahead.”
He gave her clit a kitten lick, gently swirling his tongue. His eyes flicking up to gauge her reaction. Her hand tightened in his hair as their eyes met, and despite the flushed cheeks and heavier breathing, Maki still seemed to remain completely composed.
“I’m not a delicate flower, no need to be so gentle.” She teased.
Yuta hummed looking back down slightly embarrassed, quickening his pace, more determined than ever. He sucked around the sensitive bud, lapping up whatever he could, maybe feeling a little too proud of himself when he heard Maki’s breath hitch.
”There you go baby, just like that.” She breathed, hand tightening in his hair and hips gently bucking up to meet his tongue.
”tastes so good,” Yuta murmured, although he doubted it was audible between the vulgar noises of Maki’s arousal and the sounds of her growing pleasure.
”Whats that? Did nobody tell you you're not supposed to talk with your mouth full?” She scolded, yet her tone playful.
Yuta just glanced up at her, mumbling a flustered ‘sorry’. Only eliciting a half laugh half moan from Maki. God he probably looked pathetic right now, lips red and wet with her, face flushed, eating her out like a starving man.
But despite the rush of shame Yuta felt, it was undoubtable the reaction his body had at the thought. Cock twitching just because Maki could get him this desperate and pathetic wanting to please her.
Yuta traced the dip of her hip, before trailing the hand down to meet her entrance slowly pumping one finger inside curling it up to meet her sweet spot as his tongue swirled her clit.
”fuck, doing such a good job.” She murmured her head falling back, and Yuta held on to each praise like a drowning man. Shortly adding another finger and matching his pace up to the bucking of Maki’s hips.
Yuta shifted his free hand down to his growing problem, pausing it briefly hovering over the waistband.
“M-maki can I?”
She nodded, lips parted to respond but only releasing a choked out moan as Yuta curved his fingers just so.
He gave in pulling his leaking cock from his waistband, lazily stroking himself, his own sounds muffled as he ate Maki out.
Yuta flushed at just how lewd the situation appeared, however just as obscene as it was. It also felt intimate, and sensual. Most likely because it was just him and Maki, because he got to serve her. God knows he’d do anything she said without question, embarrass himself over and over in the name of love and devotion.
He felt the similar tight coil of liquid heat in his stomach, and from what he could tell Maki was becoming nearly as wrecked as he was. He quickened his pace, his fingers and tongue becoming more determined meeting Maki’s own movements. His strokes growing desperate for release.
”Maki” He hummed against her.
Her name like a curse on his tongue.
Her hand tightened in his hair, her breath heavy and limbs shaky.
”Just let yourself go, that’s it.”
Yuta couldn’t tell if she was speaking to him or herself at this point, but he just assumed it was for the both of them.
Her body tensed with climax, her head tilted back with a strangled sound, and her hips gently rolling against Yuta as she finished.
Yuta helped her through, slowing his movements as she came down. Shortly following as a wave of ecstasy passed over him, muffled sounds escaping his lips as he came.
”Maki” He sighed, head now resting against her thigh.
They stayed there for a moment, both panting messes.
Maki tilted her head down, lids heavy as she watched Yuta for a moment. His lips glossy, hair sticking to his face, eyes half open, as he pressed a gentle sticky kiss to her inner thigh.
”C’m here” She murmured, beckoning him forward.
Yuta crawled up, collapsing on her chest and muttering a single defeated ‘love you’.
Maki ran her fingers through his hair, a soft smile on her lips as they laid there, tangled together.
“Love you too.”