NSFW

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"Winry is like, carrying everyone on her back right now," Maki laughed, running her hands through your hair as the two of you cuddled close to each other.

"Facts," you agreed, placing a hand on her abdomen. You could feel her heartbeat steadily thumping against your palm.

The two of you had been binging FMAB for the past 3 hours, and you had forgotten how much you loved the show.

You traced your finger across the material of Maki's shirt, looking up at her as the tv illuminated her face. "And Olivia Armstrong is so fine," you added.

"Hey," she laughed, looking down at you.

"What?" you coed, returning her gaze.

"That's like, cheating."

You turned your head to the side, laughing. "Maki, she's on the tv."

"And?"

"And, we're not even dating, so that's two reasons why it's not cheating."

"And why aren't we dating?"

"Because," you said, slinging your leg over her torso. "We've only been talking for a week, and we haven't even gone on a date yet."

"Then I'll take you on a date," she said, placing her hand on your leg. Her fingers traced small circles across the material of your jeans.

"Really?"

"Yeah, how about tomorrow? We can go out and do whatever you want, and spend the whole day together," she suggested.

You looked up at her, raising your eyebrows.

"Seriously," she said, reading your expression. You didn't know why you were surprised at her offer, it wasn't unlike her to be nice, but you were.

"Sounds good," you smiled, kissing her on the cheek.

"Oh and Lust> Olivia," she added.

You fake gasped, picking up a small pillow from the side of your head and hitting her with it. "That is so not true," you laughed.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, grabbing the pillow from behind her head.

"Yeah," you said, crawling on top of her and hitting her again.

"Ow," she groaned, placing a hand over her eye where you hit her. Your smile faded.

"Oh my god," you said, putting the pillow down. "I'm so sorry, did I actually hit you?"

You watched her lips curl into a smile as she grabbed you by your shoulders, pinning you beneath her.

"Maki!" you gasped. She laughed, picking up the pillow and lightly hitting you with it. You put your hands out in front of you to block her. "You are such a liar!"

"I never lied," she teased, hitting you again.

You snatched the pillow from her hands, pushing it to the side and wrapping your arms around her neck. She placed her hands on the sides of your head as you pulled her in for a kiss.

It was soft, and slow.

Her lips gently pressed against yours, turning from a soft peck to a deeper, more passionate kiss. One of her hands gently cupped your face, her thumb traling lightly over your cheek. You pulled her in closer, running your fingers through her hair.

She trailed her hand down your collarbone and over your shoulder, tracing her fingertips down to your hand. She intertwined your fingers with hers, picking your hand up and placing it beside your head. You squeezed her hand lightly, smiling into the kiss.

Your other hand trailed down her back to the hem of her shirt, sliding underneath the fabric and tracing up to her shoulder blades. She breathed shakily against your lips, and you began to run your nails along the definitions of her back. She groaned, pressing the weight of her hips against yours.

You continued your minstrations, wrapping your legs around her waist.

"Fuck," she breathed, pulling away from you for a moment before kissing you again, faster this time. Her tounge softly parted your lips, pressing against your own. Her hands trailed down your torso to your waist, pulling your hips to hers.

"Wait," Maki said, pulling away from you again. You looked up at her confusedly. "Are you still drunk?" she asked, placing her thumb on your eyebrow and pulling your eye open as if that was going to give her an answer.

"Maki," you said, taking her hand off of your face. "A little bit, but I'm here, I'm fine," you reassured.

She paused for a moment.

"I just, I don't want to mess things up between us," she said, squeezing your hand lightly. You could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

"Okay well, why don't we just take it slow then?" you suggested. "And I'll tell you if i'm not conftorable with anything."

You gave her a reassuring look.

"Okay," she said, leaning back down to kiss you. Her lips pressed against your neck, kissing you more roughly this time and making you shiver. Dark marks formed where her lips pressed against your soft skin, leaving a trail down to the collar of your shirt.

She hooked two fingers in the top of the fabric. "Is this okay?" she asked, looking up at you. You nodded, and she trailed her hand down to the bottom of your shirt, pushing it up over your shoulders. You raised your arms up as she pulled it over your head and off.

She stared at you for a moment, his hands resting on your torso under your bra as she kissed down your abdomen to the top of your jeans before unbuttoning them. You bent your legs, allowing her to slide them off easily.

She shed her own shirt, and it was the first time you had seen her without one. Your eyes scanned over her toned arms and wide shoulders, down to the defined lines of her abs.

She slid down between your legs, placing her hands on your hips and sliding your underwear off.

She looked up at you tentatively.

"I told you I'm sure," you smiled, amused by her slight sheepishness.

"I want to hear it from you," she responded.

You took a long, slow blink to refrain from rolling your eyes. "Maki, do you wanna make sure it's okay with me, or do you just want to hear me say it?"

She laughed, laying her head on your thigh.

"Maybe a little bit of both," she admitted, sliding one of your legs over her shoulder.

You turned your head up to the ceiling.

She already knew your answer, but she wanted to hear your sweet voice say those lewd words.

"Maki — touch me, please," you breathed.

Your words flowed through Maki's mind like music to her ears. She placed a few rough kisses to your inner thighs, lightly grazing her teeth against your skin. You let out a shaky breath as heat pooled between your legs, pressing your hips up towards her.

"Look at me when you say it."

You groaned, looking down at the smug look plastered all over her face.

When you still didn't answer, she pressed a soft kiss to your pussy, making you curse.

"Maki, please just, fuck me already," you pleaded.

She looked up at you contently as she slowly pressed her tongue against your pussy, gliding softly against your clit.

She applied more pressure, sloppily licking and sucking the sensitive bud. You shifted a bit, the feeling of heat creeping up your entire body.

You moaned softly as she continued, her fingers pressing into your thigh has she tightened her grip. Her other hand lingered teasingly at your entrance, the pads of her fingertips slowly pressing into you.

You grabbed a handful of her hair as she entered you, your moans growing louder. Maki rested both of your legs over her shoulders, taking her free hand and holding yours.

You squeezed her hand tightly as her fingertips pressed up against your walls, hitting the perfect spot.

Maki could feel you falling apart beneath her, the way your breathing grew ragged and soft whimpers of her name left your lips.

Your arousal built with every curl of her fingertips and drag of her tongue, waves of pleasure flowing throughout your body as she picked up her pace.

Your hips bucked against her face as the pleasure built between your legs, only wanting her closer to you.

Her eyes never left yours as she watched you writhe beneath her, nearing your orgasm.

A string of curses and what Maki made out to be her name parted your lips as you hit your high, your legs wrapping tightly around her head. Your eyes fluttered closed as your orgasm washed over you, heels pressing into Maki's back.

When you had finally relaxed, she placed your legs back down beside her, sitting up and cleaning off the corners of her mouth. You grabbed her hand as you caught your breath, pulling her back up face to face to you.

You placed your thigh between her legs as she hovered over you, the material of her sweatpants and pressing against your bare leg. She roughly kissed you again as she moved to slide her pants off, hastily kicking them off and throwing them somewhere to be found later.

You placed your hands on her shoulders, rolling her to the side onto her back and straddling her.

She looked up at you, eyes flickering between you straddling her and your eyes.

"You ready?" she asked, sitting up and placing her hand on your waist.

"Yes," you smiled.

She leaned over to her nightstand, taking out a black strap on and putting it on. You laid on your back, nervously watching as she tightened the buckles around her waist, opening a bottle of lubricant and applying it.

Maki leaned back over you, placing a hand on the headboard above you and lining the tip up with your entrance. She placed a soft kiss to your lips as she slowly pressed into you, making you shudder against her lips.

"You okay?" she asked, her hips moving slowly as she entered you.

"Yeah," you breathed, holding onto her shoulders as she started to move faster. Your fingers dug into her shoulders as she gave you deep strokes, pulling out before pressing all the way back into you.

You cursed as she brought a free hand to your clit, rubbing small circles as her other hand tightly gripped the headboard.

Your moans grew as she continued, the two of you never breaking eye contact until she roughly flipped you onto your stomach. She pressed back into you, one hand arching your back and the other — that usually caressed your face so softly —on the back of your head, pressing it into the pillow in front of you.

You moaned into the fabric as she reached a hand in front of you, continuing to rub your sensitive clit as she gave you rough back shots.

"Jesus, Maki," you whined, taking a handful of the sheets next to your head.

"Keep saying my name like that," she breathed, keeping her unrelenting pace. Between her hitting your g-spot and stimulating your clit, you were falling apart. Waves of pleasure flowed through your body as you neared your orgasm, legs trembling as only her hand wrapped around you kept you from falling onto the bed.

You came with a loud moan of her name, making her smile as she continued her ministrations through your orgasm. You reached a hand back to stop her as you became sensitive, and she pulled away, causing you to fall down on your stomach in front of her.

She laid down on her back next to you, slowly running her hands up and down your back as you breathed heavily.

"You okay?" she asked.

You turned your head to the side, looking up at her pink-flushed face and nodded. She gently flipped you over, sliding between your legs and licking up your release. You shuddered a her tongue pressed against your pussy, hands moving to gently push her away.

"Too tired," you breathed, placing the back of your hand to her forehead.

"Tired after one round?" she teased, pulling away from you.

"Sorry," you sighed. "I can do something for you if you want."

"I'm just kidding," she smiled. "And I'm fine, I guess i'm more of a giver."

She took off the strap on, laying down next to you and wrapping her arms around you as she placed a kiss to your forehead.

"We definetly gotta rewind," she said, grabbing the remote and turning to the TV. "We missed Mustang vs. Lust."

You laughed, turning to the TV as the panels flashed across the screen. You couldn't hold back a smile as you laid there in her arms.

****

You awoke to the sound of the shower running, eyes fluttering open as they adjusted to the light. You missed the warmth of Maki next to you in the bed, but you assumed she was in the shower.

You rolled onto your stomach, scooting over to the side of the bed to check the clock on the dark oak nightstand. It read 12 PM.

Had you been sleeping all day? Your usual saturday routine consisted of getting up around 10 (if you weren't hungover) and studying/ grabbing coffee with Historia.

Thanks to the gatorade, your hangover was nonexistent. You sat up, leaning back against the headboard and taking a moment to look around her room in the light.

A large window to the left of where you were sitting illuminated the space, shining on the black carpets and dark furniture. You spotted your turtleneck and bra on the otherwise clear floor and jumped up to get them. You pulled the top on but left the bra for later.

You searched in the covers for your jeans to no avail, only finding your underwear and pulling it on. You walked over to the corner of the room to a large mirror, fixing up your hair. You still couldn't find your jeans, so you knocked on the bathroom door.

"Maki?" you yelled. She didn't answer. You knocked again, and were only answered with silence. Finally, you turned the handle, opening the door to her bathroom.

The steam met your face, tingling against your skin. You looked around, surprised at the size of the white-colored bathroom lined by black marble countertops.

"Maki?" you called out again, following the sound of the shower. You found the fogged class door, clasping your hands together as you waited for her to answer.

You watched as the door slid open and she stepped out. Wearing nothing.

You yelped, bringing your hands to your eyes and turning around.

"What, noting you haven't seen before," she said, placing a hand on her hip.

"I- have you seen I was looking for my jeans and I can't find them and I was wondering if you had seen them and I looked for them in the covers but they weren't there so I thought I would come and ask," you said in one breath. Maki chuckled.

"I don't know, I think you look better like that," she teased, gesturing to you as you stood in only a shirt and underwear. You pulled the stretchy fabric of your top over your ass to try and cover up, turning back towards her and peering through your fingers. She had wrapped a towel around her body, but it wasn't much of a cover up.

"Not funny," you retorted, taking your hand off of your face.

Maki smiled, getting up and walking past you to the cabinets above your head on the wall. She pulled out your jeans, giving them to you.

"I had them dry cleaned," she explained as you took the folded garment from her hands. You raised your eyebrows at her.

"How long have you been up for?"

"Since like, 8."

"And I've just been sleeping this whole time? And you left and went to the dry cleaner!"

"You looked so cute when you were sleeping," she said, reaching a hand out and placing it on your head. "I didn't wanna wake you, and I didn't leave, someone picked it up for me."

"You sent someone to the dry cleaner just for my jeans?" you asked, ducking out from under her hand.

"No, they have it downstairs."

You looked up at her dumbfoundedly. "You have a dry cleaner in your building?" you asked.

"Yeah and a gym, and a pool," she said, turning back to the shower.

You pressed your lips together to prevent your mouth from gaping open. You watched as she opened the sliding door, stepping behind it before hanging her towel back up.

She turned back to you, the distinct lines of her side profile being accentuated by her damp hair that fell on her forehead. You stood there staring at her, jeans in hands as your eyes flickered across her jawline and the defined lines of her shoulders.

"You coming?" she asked, dark eyes staring at you like they always did.

"W-what?" you replied.

"In the shower, I can get someone to bring you a fresh pair of clothes."

"Oh, no no it's okay these are fine and, you already got my pants cleaned so it's fine," you smiled.

"Well at least let me clean you up," she coed, gesturing with her fingers for you to come to her.

Why not? You nodded, pulling the tight material of your shirt over your head. Her eyes scanned over you as you took of your underwear, walking over to her and stepping into the shower. It was spacious, with black tiles and silver handles.

You faced the shower head, letting the warm water run over your chest as Maki opened a soap bottle.

The cold lavender-scented soap pressed against your back as she lathered it on, spreading it around with her hands. Her fingertips trailed over the curves of your shoulders down to your fingers, grabbing your hands and pressing them against the wall of the shower.

You kept them there, allowing her more access to your waist and torso. Her hands ran around to the small of your back before sliding over your ass. You flinched a bit as she cleaned your inner thighs, and tried to focous on the task at hand.

Her hands traveled back up to your chest, and she notably spent extra time on your breasts, massaging them softly. Your hands pressed against the cold tile wall at her gentle touches. When she finished, you turned to the shower head to rinse off.

You took your turn in washing Maki, massaging lavender scented conditioner through her soft black hair.

When the two of you had finished showering, she grabbed you a towel and pulled her clothes on.

"I'll go grab you some clothes, if you wanna wait in my room," she said, jabbing a thumb over her shoulder. You nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "What's your style like?" she asked.

"Oh, anything's fine," you smiled. "Just a t shirt or anything."

"Sooo, I can pick anything I'd like?"

You raised an eyebrow at her. "Sure," you replied.

She smiled, saying goodbye before she walked out of the door. You stayed sitting in your towel for a few minutes, before getting cold. You opened what you assumed to be the closet, taking out a red t shirt and hoping she wouldn't mind you borrowed it. You paced around her apartment, looking at everything before settling in front of the window-wall in the living room.

You peered out at the city, watching as lines of cars moved and stopped along the street. Around 15 minutes later, Maki came back.

"Y/N," Maki called, opening the door. You turned towards her, seeing she had a large blue paper bag in we hands. "You look good in my shirt," she observed. You looked down, remembering you had taken it.

"Sorry," you blushed.

"No, keep it. Here, I got you this," she smiled, extending the bag out to you. You took it from her hands, peering inside and taking the clothing out. You held up a blue plaid pleated skirt.

"Maki," you said, tilting your head to the side.

"What," she coed, hanging her keys up.

"I love this, but isn't it a little short for a date day?"

"If anyone looks at you the wrong way i'll beat their ass," she said.

You have her a scolding look, raising your eyebrows.

"Oh shit, right," she said, rubbing the back of her head. "I mean, I think you will look beautiful, and if anyone makes you uncomfortable we can leave," she smiled.