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summertime in tokyo ⋆☀︎. riki maus

a rooftop sunset picnic with your bestfriend turns into something… different🗼🖤

containing: idol!maki x best-friend!reader, fluff into VERY suggestive, no explicit smut but it’s almost there if you squint, kinda public?? wc: couldn’t tell ya i’m so sorry :( songs are at the bottom!

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the city simmered in the glow of golden hour, a soft gust of wind falling over the secluded rooftop of your apartment building, that only you had the privilege to use.

you were already there, curled on the blanket with bare legs stretched toward the skyline, the hem of your sundress swaying gently with the breeze. the sun was caught in your hair, setting it ablaze in a lighter color than usual, and when he finally arrived (late. as always) his breath caught in his throat, and not from running up three flights of stairs.

“you’re late,” you say without looking at him, still staring into the sunset.

he dropped the bag of fruits and desserts beside you and sat down, close enough for his shoulder to brush against yours. “you’re early,” he shoots back.

“i’m punctual. you’re dramatic.”

maki laughed but it faded quickly, replaced by a kind of unsettling silence that neither of you were ready to break.

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you eat the snacks he brought, picking at the strawberries and sharing bites of the shortcake, pretending not to notice how often your knee touched his, or how every word felt like heavier than something so casual.

then maki pulled out his phone. “you remember this?”

the first notes of summertime in paris by jaden slipped through the speaker he brought in the bag, smooth and slow, wrapping around the two of your like heat in the air.

“you still listen to this?” you ask him.

“only when i think about you.”

it came out too easily.

you freeze at his comment, but he doesn’t take it back.

“honestly?” he says, his voice lower now, “i’ve been thinking about you way more than i should.”

the breeze lifts up the corner of your dress, and he tried not to stare. he really tried.

you tilt your head at him, eyes narrowing in playful curiosity. “oh yeah? what kind of thinking are we talking about?”

maki shifts closer to you. “the kind that keeps me up at night.”

your lips parted, the breath between them electric.

“i constantly go from being on a stage full of screaming people,” he murmurs, eyes on your lips now, “to complete silence in a hotel room. all i want is to feel something real. someone real. i want you.

you don’t answer right away… but you lean in, just enough to tangle your legs while his hand found the bare skin above your knee.

“you could’ve told me earlier riki,” you say softly. “we’ve wasted so much time pretending.”

he brushed a thumb along your thigh, slow. deliberately.

“we have tonight.”

and then he kissed you. slow. hungry. unhurried. like he had all the time in the world to figure out exactly how you taste.

and when the song started to play its final notes, the sun starting to dip behind the skyline, neither of you moved to leave.

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the kiss lingered. open-mouthed and slow. threaded with the quiet ache of everything you haven’t said all these years. the rooftop around you seemed to fade until there was only skin, breath, and the soft echo of the song coming to an end, a new song starting.

as i just wanna by KALI starts playing, you both followed the emotion of the song, your kiss turning hungry.

his hands skimmed your waist, fingers slipped just beneath the fabric of your dress, tracing the skin that had been tempting him more this summer.

you shift closer, now straddling him, thighs pressing against his like gravity knows where you’re meant to be.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he breathed, voice husky against your mouth.

your lips curve into a slight smile, “i think i have some idea..”

the city buzzed beneath you, but your world had shrunk to this rooftop. this moment with him. the way your fingers found the hem of his t-shirt, slipping beneath it.

maki lets you lift it, tossing it somewhere behind you. the warmth of your hands on his bare skin made him hiss. you were all soft curves and slow confidence, like you knew how far you could push him before he broke.

and he was almost there.

“is this okay?” he murmured against the curve of your neck, lips brushing against your skin with the lightest touch.

you arch into him, “it’s better than okay.”

his hands traveled achingly slow up your thighs, lifting the hem of your dress as he went, revealing more and more of you with every inch. you let him, your breathing becoming shallow and your body humming with anticipation.

“God,” he whispered when he finally took you in fully, the delicate lace of your set barely covering your body. “you wore this on purpose.”

you bit your lip, eyes dark and staring into his, “i was hoping you’d notice.”

he kissed you again, deeper this time, one hand tangled in your hair while the other explored.. learning the language of your body like he’d been wanting to for months.

you gasp when he pressed into you, hips rolling together with slow, unspoken rhythm.

maki looks up at you, “tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

you didn’t say anything.

instead, you caught his lips in something hungry and deep. he took that as your answer.

his hands began to slip past the lace, making you inhale sharply and he lifts you up to place you on your back, laying on the soft blanket. the way he touched you was slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world.

you whisper his name.

twice.

and that was all it took.

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the rest of both of your clothes came off in pieces, scattered across the rooftop like forgotten decisions until there was nothing left keeping you from each other. only heat and skin.

he pressed his forehead to yours, chest heaving, “you sure?”

you look at him, your body already wrapped around him, lips swollen and eyes glossy.

“i’ve never been more sure.”

and then..

silence.

not the absence of sound, but the kind that’s full of soft moans, quick breaths, and whispered confessions. the kind of silence where nothing else exists and time doesn’t pass.

this type of silence is what made you love summertime in tokyo.

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ps. thank you so much for reading :) also my obsession with maki just gets worse and worse everyday someone help here are the songs named!!

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dreamakizz · 2 months ago

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moment in the sun ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ riki maus

in which your boyfriend maki finally gets to spend a day with you at the beach ⛱️☀️

containing: idol!maki x reader, 100% fluff, wc: 738 note!! this is my first piece i hope you like it!

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summer had always been your favorite person.

not a season or a temperature. a person.

the kind that would show up late, uninvited, and still make you laugh so hard your ribs hurt after. the one who always rolled the windows down in the car, dragged you outside bare-foot, and triple dog dared you to live loudly.

summer was bronzed arms reaching into the fridge for lemonade, music blasting at all times, and lazy bodies sprawled out on towels until the sun disappeared.

that’s what it feels like when you’re with him

maki has that same kind of feeling — soft around the edges but a bright burning center. and when he looks at you, and really sees you, it feels like the whole world slows down to listen.

he’d come with the rest of the teamies, tucked in a nice little beach house on the coast that smelled like salt water and fresh fruit.

for once, there were no cameras or stylists in sight. just the sand in everyone’s shoes, the glasses of water sweating onto the countertops, and the creaks of the old swing, singing every time he pushed you gently with the tips of his fingers..

“i don’t need money, i don’t need to be cool..”

you had seen the pressure in his eyes before. on stage, in variety shows, even in the seconds before the camera turned on. he always smiled, always gave.

but here, with his cheek now resting against your knee and the sun painting his face with a golden tan, he didn’t have to give anything. he just was.

you always love him most like this.

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at the beach the teamies ran ahead, chasing each other into waves, laughing loudly and slipping on seaweed.

you lingered with maki, your hands brushing against each other occasionally in silence. he bent down and wiped the sand from your ankle, gently, like it was something sacred.

you touched his wrist and whispered to him.. “you could disappear like this”

he looked at you, curious.

“i mean it,” you say “you don’t need to be everything. not here. not with me. just be.. you.”

the tide came in slow, covering the footprints you had left together. and maybe that was the entire point — not everything needs to last forever to mean something. maybe these moments were meant to be lived. not kept.

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later, back at the house, you curled up with maki on the sun-warmed deck while the others prepared dinner.

“all that other noise is just a waste of time… you’re the only music on my mind..”

euijoo, sitting inside, put on a new playlist through the open windows — fuzzy, faint, and full of old songs with new meaning.

but you barely heard it. all you could feel was maki’s breath against your shoulder and the way he traced shapes on your thigh with his fingertip, like a poem only meant for you.

“i’d trade it for a moment in the sun with you.”

he tilted his head, watching you.

“what?” you ask.

he smiled slowly, and it was the kind to stay with you. “you feel like summer.”

your throat caught. “you do too.”

but what you really meant was… you feel like all the summers i never had. like sunburned joy and saltwater peace. like the version of me that only exists when you’re around.

and when he kissed you — slow, like he never wanted to leave — it wasn’t about passion or urgency. it was about presence. about choosing each other in the stillness.

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the sun began to skin behind the horizon, casting an amber glow on the beach house. in the glow, the whole world felt like it had leaned closer, just to watch you and maki.

because some moments are small. fleeting. unspoken.

a moment in the sun — with your favorite person — was enough to carry you through all the moments of chaos, leading you back to the stillness in the sun.

@dreamakizz ™

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