#maki zenin x you

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・scissoring with maki ⸜⸜・

maki loves eating you out so much, that's why she's confused when you suggest scissoring. it's not that she's against it,she just prefers sticking her head in between your thighs.

"oh god." she moans when your pussy first touches hers. the movements are messy, but it just feels so good. the room is filled with wet sounds of your pussies rubbing against each other.

"do u like it now?" you ask her jokingly, moaning when her clit catches against yours. you can't contain your moans, its just so good.

"shut up. so good." maki groans,pulling you by your hips closer to her. she kisses you hungrily, her tongue rougly intertwining with yours. you both are so close already.

"let's cum together." she whispers in your ear. you nod at her, humping even harder against her. she grips your back tightly, her face scrunching as she cums. that's all it takes for you to cum with her. you shake against each other, riding out your orgasm.

when you're both off of your high, she brings you into her arms. both of you notice the big wet stain on the bed, but you just laugh.

"i actually liked it, sweets. but nothing will ever be better than eating you out."

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, aged up! yuuta + maki, lesbian fetishizing, jerking it, car sex, spanking, strap on, cunnilingus, 69 (mentioned), pervy yuuta kinda

yuuta is really happy for you and maki! he really is.

he’s a huge sweetheart, extremely supportive. anytime you two post one another on your instagram stories with whatever romance song is currently trending, he’s the first to like and reply to it. he’s always saying something about how cute you two are. on your anniversaries—whether it be three months or your two years—he’s texting both of you at midnight a loving “happy anniversary! i'm so happy for u two :) the cutest couple ever”. and he really does mean all that stuff, really.

but yuuta would be lying to himself he said that he wasn't using his unrelenting support for your relationship as a way to soothe his guilt. because he does feel bad about it.

jerking off to his two best friends? how could shame not eat away at him, chomping at the very essence of his soul. he’s always prided himself on how much love and care he has for his friends, how could he do this?

unfortunately for him, though, the thought is just too addicting. so, he’s making up for it by being your number one fan.

his head is thrown back uncomfortably against the wood of his headboard, which would normally bother him if he wasn't so occupied with his leaking dick. he’s rubbing circles with his thumb over the slit, an impossible amount of pre just oozing out of the pretty pink tip.

yuuta’s always had such a vivid imagination and an almost photographic memory, tools that aided him greatly in these desperate nights.

he thinks about the goodbye kisses—though just fleeting pecks, really—you press against maki’s lips in his backseat when he’s dropping you off after a trio hang out. he insists that he’s not third wheeling, and he also insists that you and maki need to sit together in the back. he really doesn't mind sitting in the front alone, really. especially not when he can imagine you and maki in his backseat.

he thinks about you two making out: lewd moans slipping into each other's mouths, the gloss coating your puffy lips smearing across maki’s face, the way her hands crawl under your shirt and fondle your tits.

he thinks about maki’s mean hand slamming into your cunt as you soak the leather of his seats; not that he cares about those seats anyway. he thinks about the downright nasty sounds of your sopping pussy squelching around her fingers as she cruelly plunges them in and out and in and out.

he thinks about your squirt tainting his car, leaving a mess of the liquid all over. the smell of sex, of pussy, lingering in his vehicle for days.

he thinks about how maki hugs you from behind a lot. the way her calloused hands snake up from your ass to grab your hips with unnecessary force for a simple hug before wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling your back against her chest. though, even when you two think you're being sneaky, he notices—of course yuuta would notice that.

he thinks about her bending you over a counter or the edge of your bed. your skirt flipped up, panties no where to be found, as she leaves bright red hand prints all across your ass. she’d have some wicked grin on her face as you let out little ah! ah!’s everytime her palm made harsh contact with your butt, your legs behind you flailing. her free hand would be gripping your hip the same way she does in those hugs.

he thinks about that gleam in your eyes when you're watching maki train. it's not innocent, it's not admiration, it’s something much worse. the way you chew on ur bottom lip and cross your legs over one another, resting your elbow on your knee and chin on your fist. you're watching her like a hawk, pulling her into a hug once she’s all done and sweaty with a little “you did so good! you're so strong!” he sees you feel up her arms or her thighs after.

he thinks about how that strength translates into the bedroom. how she’d pin you down completely with no effort at all as she rams the strap in and out of your aching pussy. she’d have you crying out, begging for something, you’re not even sure what. she’d make you cum over and over until your cunt was sore, slapping you around and using you. he tightens his grip on his dick just a little, precum stickying his hand.

he thinks maybe it's the opposite. maybe all of maki’s brashness, the chip on her shoulder disappears once you're between her legs. lapping at her sex like it's your very last meal, spewing praises against her clit. she's moaning so softly, scarred legs shaking. she's on the verge of tears as you bring her to her upteenth orgasm. you pull away after far too long to mumble sweet nothings at her, your beautiful face absolutely soaked in her. god, yuuta would kill to see that.

he thinks about you two sixty-nining—

“shit,” he hisses out when his phone, placed carelessly in his mess of blankets dings. he scrambles with his free hand, the other still holding a vice grip on the base of his impossibly hard cock.

a text. from you.

“wanna come over? me and maki miss u”

pump! pump! pump! he stares at the text with bleary eyes before finally spilling his hot cum all over his hand, nodding frantically at your words on the screen.

he types back swiftly with his non cum soaked hand.

“ofc :)”

[tojirights]

maki zenin x fem!reader x yuta okkotsu

tags: 1.6k words, 18+ SMUT MDNI, ffm threesome, established relationship(s), fem!receiving oral, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, light bondage and blindfolding, praise

a/n: this is the first time I've wrote smut for either of these characters so don't hate me for my botched characterization 😭 also my first time writing an ffm threesome plz be nice 🩷

maki blindfolding you while her and yuta take turns eating you out, your mind completely consumed with the pleasure being given to you. she's got your hands tied loosly above your head. you don't know who is who, who has their fingers in your cunt and who has the mouth on your clit and you can't seem to care until it all stops.

you start to whine, hips bucking in annoyance but you're stopped quickly when a hand closes around your throat and you feel lips at your ear. "y'wanna play a game, princess?" maki whispers, her lips brushing you skin and she snirks when it earns an embarrassing whimper from you. "what kinda game?" you ask tentatively, your heart thrumming in your ears. yuta's just languidly fingering your pussy as maki sets the rules for the game, which is making it increasingly hard to concentrate.

"i wanna see just how well you know us, baby." maki hums, running a finger from your chin down to your nipple before gently rubbing the bud. you mouth opens to ask more questions but all you muster is a pathetic whine as maki toys with your tits, yuta pumping two slim fingers in your leaky cunt. "one of us is going to keep eating your pretty little pussy...." she starts, and you feel both of them shifting on the bed. "but you can only cum if you can guess who it is."

you gasp at the sudden lack of contact as yuta pulls away. "now i know thats not fair, baby." he coos, voice soft and understanding. he reaches forward and releases your bindings, kissing each wrist even though it was just a ribbon tying you and your skin is completely fine. "so, we'll let you use your hands. take your time deciding, love. you know maki isn't as forgiving as me." you hear a soft laugh next to you, which sends a shiver up your spine. "no punishments today. well, i guess not getting to cum would count... but you got this baby." maki huffs, watching your lip pout at the idea of being denied.

"are you ready darling?" yuta places a kiss to your clit before moving from you entirely. you take slow, deep breaths to settle your mind, letting both yuta and maki decide what they want to do to you. you start to really think about how differently the two give you pleasure, and you know your lovers definitely have different approaches but you're sure this won't be easy. your body shakes with anticipation as you feel the slow, easy push of a finger inside of you. your first instinct is yuta, based on the gentle nature of the penetration, but you also know maki is incredibly smart and would know not to go hard on you immediately.

instead of working your mind into a frenzy, you take another breath before settling into the pleasure. you finally feel something warm and wet on your clit as someone's mouth envelopes your sensitive bud. your now free hands dive straight into the hair of whoever happens to be going down on you. your guess now is pretty confidently maki, running your fingers through the thick strands you tend to hold onto for dear life when she eats your pussy. "o-oh ma-" you find yourself about to moan out for her, to make your decision so that you can cum, but the hand that comes around to cup your cheek slides their fingers in your mouth before you can finish.

and now you're turned on and confused, because as you run your tongue along the digits in your mouth, you are positive that those are maki's trimmed fingernails. which means that the delicate tongue and two fingers pumping out of your cunt has to be yuta. you groan as a pair of lips attach themselves to your nipple, tentatively licking and sucking the oversensitive bud.

your hips buck when those fingers curl at just the right angle, causing stars to form even behind closed eyes. your orgasm starts to quickly approach, heat surging all the way down to your toes. you gasp, mouth opening just enough to spit out the intrusion and save yourself the embarrassment of cumming all over yuta's face and actually getting a punishment. "y-yuta stop-" you cry out, cementing your decision in who's mouth is where.

there's a brief pause that hangs in the air as yuta pulls his mouth and fingers from your puffy cunt, and you swear you hear him whine when he sees your pussy clench around nothing. maki slowly kisses from your chest to your jaw, up until her lips find yours. you moan into the kiss, your body still pulsing after being so on the edge. you can feel maki smile against your lips, like she knows something...

and you finally figure it out when you feel the head of yuta's cock prodding your wet hole. you feel maki move, surely stepping off the bed to undress herself, and your thoughts are confirmed when she returns and straddles your chest. your hands fly around her ass, you can feel the heat from her pussy against your bare chest and you can't help yourself but to slide a finger down her slit. maki shudders, letting you toy with her pussy all while yuta's pushing his cock slowly between your walls.

"good girl, you did so good." maki coos, leaning her chest against yours as she goes to capture your lips. "even though you did almost get it wrong." yuta grunts as his hips slam into you, a bit more venom in his tone than usual. your brain is already starting to shut down, every thrust of yuta's thick cock making you spiral into pleasure as maki's lips work on your neck.

as soon as maki's teeth make contact with the sensitive skin of your throat, your whole body clenches as sparks of pain mix deliciously with pleasure. your moans are almost pathetic at this point, and as you're panting and shaking, all you can think of is the sweet taste of maki's cunt on your tongue.

"m-maki please." you mewl, barely even able to squeak out the simple beg. but maki knows you well, and even though she laughs at your feeble request, you feel her moving off your chest. you can all but taste her on your tongue but she stays and hovers instead. "should i really let you, baby girl? i had to interrupt you before you made the wrong choice earlier."

you whine, the feeling of tears forming in your eyes as desperation really sets in. "i-i need your pussy maki, pleaasee let me lick your pussy. i'll cum so hard on yuta's cock." you hear yuta curse under his breath, his thrusts stuttering as he tries not to empty his balls on your words alone. "maki." yuta moans, his breath shaky as he thrusts shallowly into your pussy.

"sit."

you're so taken aback by the authority in his voice that you almost cum, clenching impossibly tight around his length. yuta groans deep in his throat, consumed not only by how wet and tight you are around his cock, but now by the sight of maki slowly lowering herself onto your awaiting tongue. he never hides how much he enjoys watching the two of you, and fuck, he knows it'll make him cum that much harder.

your core burns as you slide your tongue down maki's cunt, lapping at her juices like it's your last meal. she sighs above you, wiggling her hips as she gets comfortable. you whimper into her pussy, your hands grasping desperately at the fat of her ass. "shit..." you hear yuta panting out, bucking into you with a new fervor.

maki runs her fingers through your hair before tugging the strands, using your hair as an anchor to grind on your tongue. it's too much, the brutal pace of yuta fucking you open while maki uses your tongue like she would a cock has your orgasm slamming into you. waves of pleasure surge your whole body and all you can think to do is work your tongue into maki's dripping cunt at an even more frenzied manner.

yuta and maki both groan in unison, causing aftershocks to soar through you. maki's thighs are shaking, her breath hitches when your mouth latches onto her clit and you can tell by the way she's unable to stop those pretty moans from escaping that she's right on the edge as well. "god- fuck you're doing so good baby." maki whines, swiveling her hips in an attempt to feel more friction.

yuta reaches forward, his fingers tangling in maki's hair before he pulls her back and meets her eyes. she gasps, back arching to accomidate the way her head is pulled back. "cum, maki please." he pants, gritting his teeth to try and keep his orgasm at bay. you both shudder, knowing it'll be any second before yuta's covering your insides with his seed. "fuck, y-yuta." maki groans, his spasming as she cums on your tongue, tugging even harder on your hair and earning a sad and muffled whimper.

and you can't even be mad at the fact that maki moaned for yuta as she came because the way she's riding your tongue as her orgasm settles makes you want to cream all over yuta's cock again. "aahh that's too good." yuta's voice hitches, and he releases his grip on maki in favor of grabbing your hips and fucking you into the mattress. as maki removes herself from your face, your moans suddenly echo through the room. your body jolts when maki's finger toys with your puffy clit, slow agonizing circles that have electricity surging through you.

"m-ma-maki i'm gonna-" you cry out, tears flowing from behind the blindfold and making it stick to your skin. it would normally feel pretty uncomfortable, but you can't seem to care much as your second orgasm of the night causes your brain to short-circuit. yuta is right behind you, cursing maki for toying you into cumming again. his hips pause, burying his cock so deep as he shoots thick ropes of cum into your abused cunt.

your body pulses for what feel like, well, forever, as you come down from your high once more. yuta slowly pulls his softening cock out, a quiet whimper following. maki is quick to swipe a finger down your slit, admiring the way your juices mix with yuta's. she reaches up for your blindfold before licking her finger clean, moaning as the taste of both of you melts on her tongue. your head is so thoroughly fucked, all you can do is sigh out a moan as you watch her. yuta places a kiss to your inner thigh before he reaches for a rag to clean you.

"shower now baby?" he asks, watching your eyes flutter close. maki chuckles, brushing the hair from your forehead. "mmh, let her rest yu." she coos, grabbing you a blanket. "i'll come wake you soon, m'kay?" maki watches as your eyes fly open and your head shakes quickly. "nnooo. need you both." your lip quivers as emotions flood you. yuta sighs, crawling back onto the bed with both you and maki.

"of course princess."

[szkunas]

FLAGS EVERYWHERE. ୨ৎ are jjk women green, beige or red flags?ㅤheadcanons

featuring ♰ㅤmultiple. (mai, maki, nobara, shoko, yuki, yorozu) + honorable non-binary, uraume.

warning(s)! ♰ㅤNO PRONOUNS AND ANATOMY FOR READER. SFW (?) — toxic behavior ! cheating ! breaking-up mentions ! very much made based on personal opinions + i tried to write the characters off as canon as possible, but my favoritism will probably show ! violence + blood + death (mentions) ! cannibalism (mentions) ! angst (some) ! some are implied yandere ! not really all dark content but i will tag as so just to be sure, some of them are dc vibes ! yorozu is a massive warning ! sukuna mentions ! mentions of marriage + forced arrange marriage !

୨୧ MAI ZENIN — green / beige flag.

surprisingly good, once you get past the barriers.

despite what it initially seems like Mai is a heartless bully, she is not as cruel as people think.

BIGGEST RED FLAG? emotional barriers and selfishness.

initially, it is very difficult to get past mai's irritable temperament. she is provocative, and has a certain mischievous aspect to most things. at first glance, she's a bad girl like some character from a 2000s movie. still, once you get past that rough layer and get to what's underneath, you'll see that her heart is soft and very pure. she wasn't open to love, but your arrival could definitely change the course of her thoughts on the matter.

the selfishness part is not as prominent. mai alternates between being very selfish and being very selfless. it's a strange combination, but the way she grew up and was raised in the zenin house made her very defensive and not very open. it's a problem, but not incorrigible.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

the answer is: no, but it is preferable that you are. most life has always been and will be about sorcery. this is the world she was born into, and she will die in it, whether she wants to or not. with so little energy that she could only create one bullet a day, she became more accustomed to the prospect that the people around her would, by nature, be better and stronger. it's a rotten feeling, and it fills her with envy in an almost insurmountable way. the sensation is worse when it comes to her sister. that would extend to you, and regardless of your strength, she thinks it would be more acceptable for you to be a sorcerer.

still, if you're not a sorcerer, there is a certain beauty to it. for her, it was unacceptable, but a lot of you made her see the actions and prohibitions of her clan with different eyes. not that she likes the place very much, but we are a product of the environment in which we were raised, and let's face it. no one finds the zenin house pleasant. if you are not a sorcerer, she relaxes even more in the face of the normality that surrounds your relationship. simply, no more worrying about debates and curses, about big clans and politics. just cute dates where she buys you a coffee and says it was because she had money left over (she likes to buy you things.)

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

absolutely not. mai grew up watching the men in her family commit adultery in the rooms of the house and the women filling themselves with drink and medicine to endure it all. she doesn't intend to become that woman or allow that to be the kind of person you become, either. your relationship faces many problems, but after the initial stages, she becomes motivated to become a better person, for you. to give you what you deserve, the best version of herself.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

something very difficult to ignore in your relationship is the zenin clan itself. like every young woman, mai faces a dangerous fate ahead of her. after maki left the clan behind, this ended up reinforcing expectations of her, which include marrying and having many children with a sorcerer that the zenin will choose. it is the fate that every young woman in a clan must be content with, because demanding humanity in jujutsu and clan zenin as a woman is unthinkable. still, she didn't think much about it. it's the kind of thing you avoid thinking about because it gets on your nerves.

however, after you started dating and when she realized that she really loved you, it started giving her nightmares. her fear of what the clan would do to you if they found out is surreal. she knows you could never be together under normal circumstances, they wouldn't allow it. her collar seems tighter every day, and in desperation, sometimes she hides money under her mattress, thinking that maybe one day, she can run away with you. maybe one day, when fate is knocking at her door, mai will be forced to run away with you.

she didn't fight for her freedom on her own, not after maki left. the spiteful thought of her sister leaving her behind rather than staying at rock bottom with her still haunts her. sometimes she holds your hand a little tight while she watches you sleep. she wonders, if she asked, would you be at rock bottom with her, instead of wanting something better? it is selfish of her to think that.

maki is also a delicate situation. all of mai's family has some issues with her, but her twin sister is a special case. even though she loves maki, she feels constant envy and has a huge problem comparing herself to her. it gets worse if you know maki personally. sometimes mai gets so paranoid that she thinks you would choose maki over her. just the idea hurts.

୨୧ MAKI ZENIN — green flag.

isolating, barely communicating, but she tries her best and we love her for it.

everyone's favorite restricted (sorry, toji) is actually a better girlfriend than people think.

BIGGEST RED FLAG? emotional barriers and distancing.

very similar to her sister, maki is very used to not letting people into her heart. she is seen as harsh, strong and very scary, even by those closest to her (panda, toge, yuta, etc). but just like the folks in jujutsu high, she might warm up to you and allow a glance through her defenses.

the hardest thing to deal with in maki is not her temper — but her habits. she's used to doing things for herself, whether it's wielding a weapon or finishing dinner because someone burned it down. her habits are very strong and as difficult to break as her emotional walls, which are there so she can avoid getting attached to you and getting hurt because of it. but, again, nothing incorrigible. be patient, and she'll open up.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

in my opinion, not really. it would be okay if you were one — being more able to defend yourself and all —, but it honestly does not matter to maki. not one bit.

out of all people, she couldn't care less about someone's cursed energy or technique, because she understands strength comes from various sources. she is a varied source. she would find it okay if you were or weren't, too.

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

never, ever. sincerely, maki is the type of guardian friend that keeps this behavior as a girlfriend. if someone is flirting with her, she normally gets upset enough — but while in a relationship with you? oh, it makes her nearly able to commit a murder or two. like, c'mon. can't they see the ring? her arm wrapped around your waist? the way she keeps trying to pull you closer, to have you hanging over her as near as possible?

are they blind?

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

honestly, almost everything with maki is extremely indirect or just hinted towards. if you notice the little signs, you can easily tell how much she cares, even before your relationship officially begins. how much she insists you take coats when it's cold, or the way she's started to conveniently take sweets and small snacks that you like with her. little things like that.

she is more vulnerable than she would like to admit. especially after shibuya where she was burned alive and had to wonder if you were still out there, alive. the scars not only marked her body, but her mind as well. it has changed in many ways since the beginning of the year. you understanding that and understanding her, supporting her, is just one of the reasons why she loves you.

she's extremely perceptive, so don't even think she won't notice something. even when she's not watching you like a hawk, maki can notice small things easily. did you change your hair? she'll be the first to notice. are you not eating much and seem a little sick? she will ask what is wrong. have you bought any new clothes, even if they look like ones you already have? she says it will look great with one of her coats.

maki is a little overprotective, but only at first. she also understands if you need space or time to yourself. she is possessive, but not in the crazy way.

her most striking trait in the relationship is how unafraid she is to say that you are together. she's very proud — of you, and of being with you. and maki isn't shy about telling anyone that, or kicking the ass of anyone who doubts or makes you doubt yourself. yeah, she's your girlfriend. everyone unhappy with it can go to hell.

୨୧ NOBARA KUGISAKI — green flag.

a girlfriend who is certainly very passionate and happy, nobara is a chaotic one to deal with. but once you're settled with that? oh, you're on.

BIGGEST RED FLAG? she is extremely passionate. about everything.

not that much of a red flag, honestly, but it can be a handful. if you are a more calm and centered person, you may have problems with this nature initially. nobara is very instinctive, sincere and not afraid to say what she thinks. she loves fashion, she loves fighting, she loves feeling beautiful — sometimes the amount of things she does, and the most dangerous ones, become overwhelming.

of course, her passion also extends to you. her loved one, her amazing (she makes a point of mentioning) significant other. it is not a bad thing on it’s own, but sometimes nobara can be very adamant about you staying away from dangerous matters (most part of her life), or trying to scare someone away.

despite that, she truly loves you, and nobara is proud of saying it out loud. and poor is the soul of megumi fushiguro, paying for his lost best (that itadori would get a girlfriend before her) when she introduces you.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

honestly, no, but it's preferable that you are. nobara grew up in a small town that she came to hate, taught by her grandmother how to use jujutsu before entering jujutsu high. it's a super inspiring, motivating background, depending on the angle you look at it, but difficult to explain to the person you're flirting with if they know nothing about jujutsu.

nothing that matters that much, but she feels she would be more understood if you were a sorcerer — bonus points if you're not from a clan or anything. just raised from difficulties and mundane in everything else, like her.

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

no. that's, simply it. nope. nuh uh. no way in hell. not in a million years.

if any idiot is flirting with her insistently, she'll be tempted to hit them with a hammer. cheaters and idiots get a bonk!

you and her only get love, though.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

nobara is a girl of steel, but she loves to be feminine and sometimes even fragile (not that those two things are related). she valuates anything that seems truthful and supportive to her — being it carrying her bags for her or hold her while she watches a movie, or killing bugs for her. simple things build even more trust and affection for you.

she's clingy, even though she won't admit it. total little spoon, who loves being carried and treated as a princess. in exchange, she'll give you the royal treatment as well. the type that yells yes! im their girlfriend! suck on that! proudly after you achieve something.

are you permanently invited to movie nights, shopping trips and her small walks around the town. and she is more patient with you, in case you are taking her things and end up dropping them.

she gives advice, speaking openly and honestly what she thinks, and doesn't hide opinions, but she's a great listener, as well. nobara is always ready to be at your side in whichever you might need — offering her shoulder for you to cry on or asking if she should get her hammer.

୨୧ SHOKO IERI — green flag.

probably really biased, but i think shoko is the best option on the list. you’ll see why.

the exhausted, smoking doctor we all love. why not find true happiness while listening to I don’t smoke and holding a pretty woman’s hand, right?

BIGGEST RED FLAG? she is hot and cold. distant and clingy.

being the third person in a trio can be quite distressing. not that shoko doesn’t value the friendship she has with satoru, far from it, but sometimes she feels very left out. as if the world was only about satoru gojo and suguru geto and their damn moral problems. it’s irritating, to think that gojo isolates himself from her when she’s right there, always has been.

for this reason, and because she doesn’t have many other friends, and none in the non-jujutsu sphere, shoko alternates between two defense mechanisms against abandonment. it’s one of the things she most despises and scares, and she can either acquire a calm and distant nature or one that’s clingier and even more affectionate than normal, afraid of you leaving her. surprisingly, you can handle this easily — just be honest about what you feel, how you do not like this behavior. she will listen the wake-up call.

once that is handled, and you express your feelings about it, she starts therapy to aid her keep the relationship. you’re something she refuses to lose.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

no, not really. a small part of hers might prefer you aren’t. shoko lived as a doctor and a valuable healer in the jujutsu world. devoid of technique, but skilled with reverse energy, she is essential to the jujutsu school. her friends and technically, family, are all sorcerers, or those who aren’t, come into contact with jujutsu in some way (usually unpleasant, like yuta okkotsu and itadori yuji).

the idea of having a non-sorcerer partner, but one who is unaffected by these horrors and the knowledge that there is something more than normality, is an attractive idea. normality and simplicity would be good for her, but frankly it doesn’t matter. if you were not a sorcerer, she wouldn’t introduce any of the jujutsu to you initially, afraid of you getting hurt. however, opinions from friends (thanks, nanami) can change her mind — and while it’s complicated to resolve a fight over your girlfriend lying for so long, it would be even worse if she lived a lie forever.

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

not. a. single. chance. simple and easy.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

shoko is a very skilled healer, and there are a lot of people depending on her every day. it weighs on her shoulders like an anchor sometimes. this weight can lead her to isolate and withdraw, and experience anxiety or depression. many sorcerers or anyone involved in jujutsu go through difficult periods constantly. you need to know when your girlfriend’s distance means “i want space” or if she’s desperate to be saved. it can be quite exhausting.

shoko has many self-destructive tendencies. smoking itself is a great example. even though she heals her lungs with reverse cursed energy she will hurt them even more later. she is more delicate than she looks.

during much of her life, shoko adopted the role of caregiver. a doctor, nurse, coroner and multiple other things, she is everyone’s supportive friend, even if no one comes to her rescue when she needs help. being with you makes her show this nature often, initially hiding it when she’s feeling bad so as not to worry you. however, by understanding how serious she is about being with you, she allows herself to lean on you and encourages you to lean on her. together, united, so that one does not overload the other.

she has problems, like everyone else, but most of them disappear after an honest conversation or when she herself realizes her own flaws and encourages herself to become better.

୨୧ URAUME — beige / red flag.

much like a man being invited to ladies night, uraume is not a woman. but i will write them here for convenience.

one of the greatest traits of uraume that everyone knows is that they are very loyal. unfortunately, this only applies if your name is sukuna ryomen. otherwise? ehhhh...

BIGGEST RED FLAG? devoted to sukuna.

let’s face it, no one who is so loyal to a cannibal can be considered trustworthy. sukuna is a cruel and unscrupulous man, and uraume is undeniably his right-hand. they are the cause of pain and suffering that spread through decades. they accept the kind of behavior sukuna exposes, and they might even encourage it, at some rate. this is not something to wish for in a relationship.

besides, you will always be the number two in uraume’s life. they swore loyalty to sukuna, they will follow through it until death.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

not really. it is difficult portraying uraume with anyone in general — much less a non-sorcerer. but i honestly think that uraume is their own person, and even though they are someone who is reserved, they have their own taste in personality above power or strength. it's one of the reasons they admire sukuna, of course, but surprisingly, i can see them not dating a sorcerer.

although, if you are not a sorcerer, prepare for one hell of a ride. sukuna will torture you for fun, and uraume will allow it.

WOULD THEY CHEAT ON YOU?

no, i think. but because a very specific thought hits me. for example, i can’t see sukuna and uraume having anything sexual or romantic in any shape or way. with him so uninterested in all of that, there’s not really any options for them to cheat you on with. but, i suppose it can be said they would, if uraume could get with sukuna.

you can make your own judgment about this one, though.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

being with uraume means making sacrifices and accepting that, yes, you are important, but you will never come first. as already mentioned, you are permanently stuck in the “second priority of uraume” position, because sukuna exists. and even if he hadn’t been resurrected yet. from the moment uraume woke up in a new body, their goal has always been clear: to bring their master back and serve him in the best way possible.

it’s possible that sukuna will use you to mess with uraume. this could mean several things. clearly the king of curses has a respect for his most devoted servant, but that doesn’t stop him from getting bored. uraume’s loyalty was never put to the test before you showed up, and it will be one day. in case uraume deserves some punishment, when sukuna tortures you and uses reverse energy. heal to hurt, only to start all over again. uraume watches, impassive and cold as the ice they produce, and will confess privately that it was one of the worst experiences of his life. but they will never lift a hand against their master. uraume will fight anyone to protect you, except if the attacker is sukuna.

be prepared to stand alongside the greatest accomplice to ever walk the earth. uraume knows the consequences and the harm that sukuna brings, but they don’t care, they won’t stop him. beyond morality, uraume’s loyalty cannot be broken, not even by you. in a way, you will also become an accomplice.

୨୧ YUKI TSUKUMO — green / beige flag.

BIGGEST RED FLAG? distant (physicially).

yuki has a reputation that precedes her in the jujutsu world: the special-grade sorceress who refuses all missions, takes payment anyway, and uses the money to travel. you constantly receive souvenirs, souvenirs, and gifts from the other side of the world, but nothing will compensate for your girlfriend’s affection in the form of a warm hug.

she constantly tries to bring you with her, but it can all be very overwhelming to you. new cultures, languages you do not speak, people side eyeing you. besides, you can’t, because of work and other matters. the idea of being financially dependent on yuki is very scary. since without her, you would easily be on the other side of the world, without money. obviously, she would never leave you in that situation, but it’s an idea that runs through anyone’s head.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

honestly, i am tempted to say yes, because having a non-sorcerer partner goes against much of what she shows herself to be interested in, but yuki is a very kind and determined person who is not afraid to speak her mind and go after what she wants. she will tell you what type of guy he is as easily as she would flirt with you if she were interested.

despite that, i think it does not matter to her, honestly.

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

that's a very easy assumption to make, seeing as you haven't seen yuki for endless months and both you and she need relief (emotional and sexual) eventually. however, contrary to what many believe, no. she wouldn't cheat.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

no matter how passionate and well-intentioned yuki is, she will rarely be able to truly be present. video calls and daily calls don’t really satisfy any of you ── that’s when they’re possible, thanks to the time difference. it’s easy to understand how a relationship like this can become unbearable and even unsustainable after a while.

yuki is very busy, so even when she is back from her long and time-consuming trips, she won’t have one hundred percent of her time to dedicate to you. meetings, research, more scolding from society’s superiors. little time for motorcycle rides and cuddles, if you ask her.

looking at the big picture, yuki would be a great girlfriend if she just made a little more time to spend with you and try new things together ── instead of trying things out and then telling you everything in a video call at four o’clock in the morning.

୨୧ YOROZU — red flag.

BIGGEST RED FLAG? she is yorozu. just kidding. devoted to sukuna.

yorozu is a complicated case. she has few redeeming qualities, but you can understand that she is an attractive, intelligent and, in a way, powerful woman. knowing chemistry and physics before those concepts were properly delved into, she discovered new things to her power. but she is simply unbearable in one aspect: her determination in relation to sukuna ryomen.

this determination makes yorozu’s life goal become to kill and marry sukuna. it’s even impressive that she found a partner, and she makes that very clear. does the opportunity arise? well, you’re not important anymore.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

i think so, but that's a more personal view. yorozu seems more attracted to power than to the sukuna's personality aspect itself, which demonstrates that what attracts her to a person is raw and pure power. considering the time she came from and her traditional ways, this would be, for her, related to cursed energy. so yes.

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

if you consider the whole thing with sukuna. and that she would cheat on you with sukuna. even if there is no one else for her besides the two of you, between you and him, she wouldn't choose you.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

frankly, yorozu’s part is very short because she appears in about six chapters, causes chaos, fights and dies. also, i think her character has a lot of potential and little use, but trying anyway. yorozu is extremely determined to have what she wants, a woman who wouldn’t give up for anything in the world. if on the one hand, this is positive ── she doesn’t give up on her relationship ── it is also negative. she won’t give up her search for the king of curses’ heart, even if she has to rip it from his chest.

it’s exhausting knowing that, in some ways, you’re a replacement for what yorozu can’t truly have. it’s hard to say whether pure and true love really matters to her, as yorozu has her own specific and disturbed views on love. it is likely that she will not be loving in the relationship at all, and will manipulate you in order to keep you with her.

yorozu has a goal and the means to achieve it. once she gets close enough, she knows her presence will be more of a hindrance than a help. she entered the relationship with you with the mindset that one day, she would have to get rid of you. but a part of her heart warms. yorozu wants to do it herself. no henchmen, no tricks. just her and you at her end ── which must be worthy and brought only by her. with her, you’re likely to end up stabbed in the heart, while she looks into your eyes and presses her lips against hers one last time, tasting the blood. this is her goodbye to you, before she leaves for her true love.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES. thank you for reading! <3

[vienssunshine]

“Fuck—Maki—ah—I-I can’t,” you whine, gasping for air.

“You will,” she grins, grabbing your thighs and pushing them down into your chest, opening you up for the tip of her strap to press into your aching entrance. Your hands claw at the bedsheets. You want her there, you want her inside, she just feels so big.

Maki leans further into you, pinning you to the mattress with her weight. She towers over your folded-up form, breath short and a few drops of sweat on her temple, before moving her hips forward so her strap sinks into you, stretching and forcing its way through.

You shudder, body giving in to the pressure; it pushes an airy moan out of you. Maki’s eyes flutter and she also groans, deep and natural like it was her own flesh pushing into your warm and wet canal.

You don’t care if it’s not a part of her, it feels like it is, and you’ll fuck like it is.

[angelinpiink]

❥ note: getting back into writing after months of inactivity, hope you guys enjoy this!

maki is without a doubt the kind of dom to whisper the sweetest, loving things in your ear while fucking you so hard you're sure she's ruining your insides. "you look so pretty like this, baby." she'll say, referring to the way she'd got you folded up like a pretzel, face flushed and bawled up because you're struggling to take her cock. "so cute..you're whining about how you cant take it but that doesn't stop you from grinding into me, does it?" she grunts out between every thrust of her hips, her fingers grip at your thighs and it's clear she has no intention of stopping and every plea for her to slow down will be met with her fucking you harder. "please.." you'll whimper, you fingernails gripping at the sheets. your voice comes out as nothing more than a squeal from back to back rounds of sex. "what do you need, angel? hm?" she'll ask, her fingers brushing your hair out of your face so that she can look at you better. "want you to kiss me." what her girl wants, her girl gets. maki is always generous in the sense of letting you cum whenever you need to, partly because she feels guilty for being so rough on you, using her full strength to fuck her girthy strap into you. but also because she gets her own satisfaction from seeing how big of a mess you can make for her. "good girl" she's even nice enough to kiss your tears as you're riding out your orgasm :(

[rekino2114]

Can I ask for an ask of reader kissing makes scars and burns after the zenin massacre

Kissing maki zenin's scars

Spoilers for the jjk manga

You sat on your bed thinking about what just happened. Your girlfriend knocked on your door covered in blood and told you she just massacred her entire clan and that her sister died, you were obviously shocked by it but still hugged her and let her in.

She took the opportunity to use your shower to clean the blood off of herself while you waited you thought about how terrible maki must feel after mai's death, you wanted to console her, to tell her that you were there for her and that you would never judge her for what she did, the zenins were all assholes anyways.

Your thoughts were interrupted by maki coming out of the shower only wearing a towel, you blushed a lot but couldn't stop staring, you had to admit your girlfriend was really attractive especially after she got those burns in shibuya.

"What are you staring at?"

"S-Sorry, it's just that you look good with the burns"

"You think so? Naoya said they made me look ugly"

"You mean that sexist jerk? Why are you listening to him?"

"I wasn't, but still, thanks,"

"No problem I love you maki never forget that"

She smiled slightly and blushed, she really needed to heat that.

"......do you mind....if we cuddle?"

"Yeah sure I'll go change you wait"

"A-actually, are you comfortable with me kissing your scars? We don't have to if you don't want to but you really look like you need some kisses for comfort"

Maki blushed and sighed, normally she would probably deny such a request but after the events of the day you were the last thing she had left, the last person she could love and be loved and comforted by, she knew she needed comfort so she agreed.

She asked you to close your eyes, took the towel off and laid down on your bed. When you opened your eyes you were met with your girlfriend's bare back littered with burns and scars that you immediately put your arms around and started to press your lips to,making sure that maki could feel your love with each kiss.

"Thank you this...actually feels really nice"

"It's the least I can do, please just know that you can always come to me for anything, I love you"

In this very rare moment of vulnerability, maki felt like everything that happened had been washed away from her, your sweet words and kisses were enough to make her feel at least slightly better, and yet she felt like crying at the same time, the idea of you being ripped away from her like mai filled her head and she knew she just couldn't possibly handle that. Even if she stopped herself from crying, her next words still came out sounding so sad.

"......please don't ever leave me......I-I love you too much to lose you"

"Don't worry I promise you I'll never abandon you, I will always be with you, through everything, I love you too"

Maki felt her lips curve upwards ever so slightly at your reassurance. She knew you loved her just as much as she loved you. Right there, she made another promise to mai's spirit:she would always protect and love you no matter what, you were the most important person in her life, she wasn't going to lose you no matter what.

[faintrustle]

[zesty4zenin]

“𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬.”

YANDERE!GANG LEADER!MAKI ZENIN X GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Maki gets obsessed with a cashier in the bad part of town.

WARNING: kidnapping, implied murder

“THANK YOU for shopping at [Store Name]!” you said cheerfully to the customer leaving, a smile plastered on your face. The bell above the door jingled as they exited, and the shop fell silent once more.

As soon as the customer left, the smile vanished. You groaned, clearly annoyed. You hated this job.

The walls of the shop seemed to close in on you, cluttered with shelves of cheap merchandise and garish neon signs.

It didn’t pay well, and many of the customers were either rude or downright ignorant. They shuffled in and out, dragging their problems and bad attitudes with them, leaving you to deal with the aftermath. You were tired of the disrespect, the sneers, and the condescending remarks.

Just because this shop was in a rough part of town didn’t mean they had to treat you like dirt. The flickering fluorescent lights above buzzed, casting a harsh, artificial glow on everything. You glanced at the grimy clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until your shift ended.

But it was whatever. As long as it got your rent paid, you could put up with it. You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck as the tension built up.

The thought of going home to your cramped apartment wasn’t much of a comfort, but at least it was your own space.

You pulled out a cigarette from the pocket of your shirt and lit it, taking a long drag and letting out smoke rings. The familiar burn in your throat was oddly soothing, a small comfort in the midst of your frustrations.

The smoke curled lazily in the air, and you leaned against the counter, lost in your thoughts. You wondered how long you could keep this up, dealing with the daily grind and the parade of unpleasant customers. The doorbell jingled again, snapping you out of your thoughts. You straightened up, ready to put on your customer service face once more.

You see a girl around your age with short green hair and burn scars covering her body. The scars crisscrossed her skin, telling stories of hardships you couldn’t even begin to imagine.

She’s dressed in a black hoodie, the fabric worn and frayed at the edges, and basketball shorts that hung loosely around her legs. The hood was pulled up slightly, casting a shadow over her face, but not enough to hide the sharp glint of her eyes. The glasses perched on her nose caught the light, giving her a slightly menacing look. Despite her tough appearance, she seemed like most of the teens that came in here—restless and looking for trouble or distraction.

As she stepped inside, the doorbell jingled, and the musty smell of the store mixed with the lingering scent of your cigarette. You straightened up, trying to shake off the exhaustion and frustration from earlier.

“Hello and welcome to [Store Name],” you greeted, dropping your cigarette to the floor and stomping it out with your foot. The sharp smell of smoke still lingered in the air as you forced a smile, the routine words rolling off your tongue automatically.

The girl’s eyes flickered to the cigarette butt before meeting yours. She took a moment to scan the store, as if sizing it up. “Got any more of those?” she asked, her voice low and casual, yet carrying an undertone of authority.

You hesitated, noting the intensity in her gaze. “Uh, yeah, sure,” you replied, pulling out the pack and offering her one. She took it without a word, tucking it behind her ear.

“Thanks,” she said, her lips curling into a half-smile. “Name’s Maki, by the way.”

You nodded, unsure how to respond. There was something unsettling about her presence, a dangerous edge that made you uneasy. “Nice to meet you, Maki. Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

Maki’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, as if assessing you. “Just browsing,” she replied, her tone nonchalant. “But I’ll let you know if I need anything.”

You watched as she moved deeper into the store, her movements fluid and confident. There was a silent, predatory grace to her, like a lioness on the prowl. You couldn’t shake the feeling that this encounter was anything but ordinary, and that she was not someone to be taken lightly.

You watched as Maki moved deeper into the store, her steps purposeful yet unhurried. The silence that settled between you was heavy, punctuated only by the faint hum of the store's aging air conditioner. You couldn’t help but notice how she seemed to command the space effortlessly, as if she belonged in the dimly lit aisles cluttered with miscellaneous items that spoke of neglect.

As Maki browsed, occasionally picking up an item to inspect it before setting it back down, you found yourself stealing glances at her. Despite the scars and the tough exterior, there was an undeniable allure about her. She exuded a raw magnetism that drew your attention, a blend of danger and intrigue that both intrigued and unsettled you.

After a while, she wandered back toward the counter where you stood, hands resting on the scratched laminate surface. Her eyes met yours again, and this time, there was a hint of amusement in her gaze.

“You work here often?” Maki asked, her voice low and measured.

“Yeah, most days,” you replied, trying to sound casual despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. “It’s not the most exciting job, but it pays the bills.”

Maki’s lips quirked up in a half-smile. “I can imagine.” She leaned closer, her presence filling the space between you. “Must get pretty boring around here, though. Dealing with all the idiots who think they run the place.”

You chuckled nervously, a flush rising to your cheeks. “You could say that.”

Maki’s gaze lingered on you, her expression unreadable. “You ever think about doing something else?”

The question caught you off guard. You hadn’t really allowed yourself to entertain thoughts of a different life, too caught up in the monotony of your daily routine. “I guess I haven’t really thought about it,” you admitted, feeling a pang of self-awareness.

“Pity,” Maki mused, her tone almost wistful. “You’ve got potential. More than this place can offer you.”

You swallowed hard, unsure how to respond to her unexpected praise. “Thanks,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Maki’s gaze softened slightly, the edge of intensity fading for a moment. “Think about it,” she said quietly, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a crumpled bill. She placed it on the counter, more than enough a whole pack of cigarettes and then some. “For the cigarette,” she added, her voice tinged with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place.

“Thank you,” you replied, though your mind was still reeling from the encounter. As Maki turned to leave, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to step into her world, to embrace the unknown and leave behind the familiarity of your mundane existence.

The bell above the door jingled as Maki stepped outside, leaving you with a swirl of conflicting emotions and unanswered questions.

THE NEXT DAY..

The next day dawned with the same monotony that had become your daily routine. You arrived at the store, unlocking the door with a sense of resignation. The bell above the entrance jingled softly as you stepped inside, flicking on the lights to chase away the lingering shadows of the early morning.

The day passed much like any other, with a steady trickle of customers coming and going. Each interaction was a repeat of the last—polite smiles, robotic greetings, and the constant drone of the fluorescent lights overhead. As the afternoon stretched on, however, the store grew quieter. By early evening, you found yourself alone once more, the stillness broken only by the distant sounds of traffic outside.

It was then that the door swung open, the bell chiming in protest against the sudden intrusion. You looked up, expecting another customer, but instead found yourself face to face with Maki once again, the faint glow of the streetlights outside casting a halo around her silhouette.

“Hey,” you greeted, unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips. “Didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

Maki stepped inside, the hood of her hoodie pulled up as usual, casting shadows over her features. “Got bored,” she replied casually, her eyes scanning the store with a practiced ease.

You noticed a faint streak of red on the sole of her sneaker, and your heart skipped a beat. “Is that… blood?” you asked, unable to keep the concern out of your voice.

Maki glanced down, following your gaze to her shoe. She shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s nothing,” she dismissed, her tone curt. “Just a scratch.”

Despite her reassurance, unease coiled in your stomach. You knew better than to pry too deeply into Maki’s affairs—whatever she was involved in was clearly dangerous—but you couldn’t shake the worry that gnawed at you.

“Do you… need anything?” you asked tentatively, trying to change the subject.

Maki’s gaze flicked back to you, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “A cigarette, if you’ve got one,” she replied, her voice softening slightly.

“Of course,” you said quickly, retrieving the pack from behind the counter and offering it to her. Your fingers brushed briefly against hers as you handed it over, a jolt of electricity shooting through you at the contact.

“Thanks,” Maki said, taking a cigarette and tucking it behind her ear. She leaned against the counter, the tension in her posture easing slightly. “You’re a lifesaver.”

You chuckled nervously, the air thick with unspoken questions and the weight of the unknown. “Anytime,” you replied, though a part of you wondered if you were getting in over your head.

As Maki took a drag from her cigarette, the tension between you seemed to dissipate, replaced by a tentative sense of camaraderie. She leaned against the counter, regarding you with a thoughtful expression.

“So, what’s your story?” Maki asked, her voice low and casual. “You seem different from the usual crowd around here.”

You chuckled softly, a hint of self-deprecation in your tone. “Not much to tell, really. Just trying to make ends meet, same as everyone else.”

Maki nodded, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. “It’s tough out there,” she agreed, her gaze lingering on you. “But you’ve got something… I can tell.”

A warmth spread through you at her words, a flicker of hope igniting in your chest. “Thanks,” you murmured, suddenly shy under her scrutiny.

Maki’s lips curved into a small smile. “No problem,” she replied, her voice softer now. “You know, I don’t usually come back to places like this.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? Why’d you come back then?”

Maki’s smile widened slightly. “Guess I wanted to see you again,” she admitted, her gaze steady on yours. “You’re not like anyone I’ve met before.”

Your heart skipped a beat at her confession, a rush of emotions swirling inside you. “I… I’m glad you came back,” you confessed, surprised at how quickly you felt drawn to her.

Maki’s expression softened further, her eyes holding a warmth that belied her tough exterior. “Me too,” she murmured, taking another drag from her cigarette.

The silence that followed was comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding and a growing connection. You found yourself liking Maki more with each passing moment.

“Well,” Maki said finally, breaking the silence. She flicked the ash from her cigarette and straightened up, her posture relaxed yet purposeful. “I should get going. But I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

A surge of anticipation and nervousness mingled within you as you nodded, unable to suppress the smile that spread across your face. “Yeah,” you agreed softly. “I’ll be here.”

With a nod of farewell, Maki turned and headed towards the door. The bell jingled softly as she stepped outside, leaving you with a whirlwind of emotions and the promise of tomorrow hanging in the air.

As you watched her disappear into the night, you couldn’t help but wonder where this unexpected connection with Maki would lead.

—

Over the next few weeks, Maki became a regular presence in your life. She would visit the store late at night, her presence a comforting constant in your otherwise monotonous routine. Each visit brought with it small gifts—a pack of your favorite cigarettes, a bottle of your preferred drink, or sometimes a simple, thoughtful trinket that showed she had been thinking about you.

Her visits were the highlight of your days, and you found yourself looking forward to the end of your shift with growing anticipation. You and Maki would chat for hours, sharing stories and laughs, the connection between you deepening with each encounter. You were surprised at how easily you had come to care for her, her tough exterior hiding a warmth that you found yourself increasingly drawn to.

One night, after a particularly grueling shift, you were closing up the store. The streets were quiet, the dim streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. You locked the door and turned to head home, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stuffy interior of the store.

As you walked, lost in thoughts of Maki and the growing bond between you, you heard footsteps behind you. Before you could react, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, and a cloth was pressed firmly over your nose and mouth. The pungent smell of chloroform filled your senses, and you struggled briefly, your vision blurring and your limbs growing heavy.

Panic surged through you as the world around you faded to black, the last thing you heard being the muffled sound of your own breathing.

When you regained consciousness, you were lying on a soft, luxurious bed. The room around you was dimly lit, the warm glow of lamps casting a soft light over the elegant furnishings. The air smelled faintly of lavender, a calming scent that did little to soothe your racing heart.

You tried to sit up, but your body felt heavy and disoriented. As you blinked to clear your vision, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The door to the room opened, and Maki stepped inside, her expression unreadable.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice a mix of relief and something darker. “You’re awake.”

“Maki?” you croaked, your voice weak. “What… what’s going on? Where am I?”

Maki crossed the room quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. “You’re safe,” she assured you, her hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “I had to bring you here. It wasn’t safe for you out there.”

You stared at her, confusion and fear warring within you. “What do you mean? Why did you—”

Maki’s gaze hardened, a flicker of possessiveness in her eyes. “Someone was watching you,” she said quietly, her voice low. “I couldn’t risk you getting hurt. Not after everything.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, the reality of your situation sinking in. “But… you kidnapped me,” you whispered, struggling to process the truth.

Maki’s expression softened, her hand cupping your cheek gently. “I did what I had to do to keep you safe,” she said firmly. “You mean too much to me. I couldn’t let anything happen to you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, the mix of emotions overwhelming. “Maki…”

“Shh,” she murmured, leaning closer. “It’s going to be okay. You’re with me now. No one can hurt you here.”

As you tried to process everything, you noticed Maki's appearance. She was dressed in a gorgeous black dress, the fabric clinging to her figure in a way that highlighted her strength and elegance. But what caught your eye were the dark splotches of blood staining the dress, stark against the black fabric.

Maki followed your gaze and noticed your wide-eyed stare at the blood. She smiled, but there was something unsettling in the way her eyes glinted. "Don't worry about that," she said dismissively, brushing a hand over one of the stains as if it were a minor inconvenience. "It's not mine."

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. "Maki, what's going on? Why… why is there blood?"

Maki ignored your question, her focus shifting back to you. "I like you so much," she said softly, her voice taking on a fervent tone. "From the moment I saw you, I knew you were special. Different. You’re my pretty baby."

She reached out, her fingers gentle as they traced the outline of your face. "I couldn’t let anyone take you away from me," she continued, her words coming faster now, as if she needed you to understand. "I had to protect you. I had to make sure you’d be safe. Here, with me, you’ll always be safe."

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and a strange, twisted affection for the woman before you. Maki’s intensity was overwhelming, and despite everything, a part of you was touched by the depth of her feelings.

"Maki," you whispered, your voice trembling. "This is… it's too much. I don't understand."

Maki’s expression softened, her eyes shining with an almost manic adoration. "You don't have to understand right now," she murmured, leaning in closer. "Just know that I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you."

She pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, her touch surprisingly tender despite the intensity of her emotions. "You’re mine," she whispered against your skin. "My pretty baby. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with me."

The weight of her words settled over you, a strange mix of comfort and dread.

As Maki held you close, her fingers gently stroking your hair, she began to speak again, her voice a soothing murmur in the quiet room.

“I have a gang,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact. “They’re loyal to me, and by extension, they’re loyal to you. They’ll protect you, make sure no harm comes your way.”

You stiffened at her words, the reality of your situation pressing down on you. “Protect me?” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Maki nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. “Yes. They know how important you are to me. They’ll make sure you’re safe, especially when I’m not around. You won’t have to worry about anything.”

She leaned back slightly, her hands resting on your shoulders as she looked at you intently. “But you need to understand something,” she continued, her voice firm. “They’ll also make sure you don’t try to leave. I can’t risk losing you.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and resignation settling over you. “Maki, this… this isn’t right. I can’t stay here like this, not like a prisoner.”

Maki’s grip on your shoulders tightened slightly, her eyes darkening. “You’re not a prisoner,” she insisted, her voice low and intense. “You’re here because I care about you, because I want to keep you safe. The world out there is dangerous, especially for someone like you.”

She softened her grip, her fingers brushing your cheek gently. “I know it’s a lot to take in,” she said, her tone softening. “But I promise, you’ll get used to it. You’ll see that being with me, being protected by my gang, is the best thing for you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, the weight of your situation pressing down on you even more. “Maki… I don’t know if I can do this.”

Maki’s expression softened, her eyes filled with a strange mix of affection and determination. “You can,” she whispered, her voice filled with conviction. “You’re stronger than you think. And I’ll be here, every step of the way. You’re my pretty baby, and I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

She pulled you into a tight embrace, her hold both comforting and suffocating. As you rested your head against her shoulder, the reality of your new life settled over you. Maki’s gang would protect you, make sure you stayed in her world, and though a part of you resisted, another part of you found a twisted solace in her unwavering devotion.

As you closed your eyes, the sound of Maki’s heartbeat steady in your ears, you couldn’t help but wonder what the future held. For now, you were safe, held in the arms of someone who would do anything to keep you with her.

request are open . . . — this work was made by zesty4zenin on tumblr only.

[xxizombiexx]

Hungry

Maki Zenin x FEM! Reader

Idc what anyone says, Maki will always be my smoking hot lesbian girlfriend

Tw- maki having an obsession with you, oral, pet names (baby, doll, ect), fingering, lesbian shit, dirty talk, sub reader, dom Maki (let's face it, Maki is the man in the relationship), reader is kinda of a bimbo, begging, teasing

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Maki just couldn't take her eyes off you. You were just so, so beautiful. Like a doll. A special doll. The type you keep in a box because of its valued beauty. The type that you keep away from others because of how rare it is. She wanted to keep you away from others. Maki wanted to keep you away from all things that would hurt you. You were hers, You were Maki Zenin's girlfriend.

"Maki! You're staring again." You whispered to her; you two were out with your friends, having lunch after a long day of training, and Yuji and Nobera who had just came back from a mission.

"I'm sorry, baby, you're just so beautiful. How could I keep my eyes off of you." Maki responded back, pushing a piece of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. You blushed and looked back at your half empty plate of sushi. "You know, I'm not really hungry for sushi." She muttered into your ear.

"What are you hungry for?" You asked, generally. Maki looked at you and smirked a little.

"How about we ditch this losers and I can show you at our dorms. Hm?"

Your entire face was most likely red now. You couldn't say no to her. You just can't.

You give her a look that answered her question.

"Oh, damnit. Principle Yuga needs Y/n and I at the school." Maki announced, pulling out her phone and standing up from her chair.

"He does? I thought you were hungry--" Maki quickly shushed you up, by pulling you up by the arm. It didn't hurt, but it did cut you off guard.

"Sorry guys. We have to go. Goodbye."

-

Maki's pink lips kissed down your neck, as she pulled down your pants.

"Oh, what am I going to do with you, hm? You make me go crazy." Maki muttered, leaving dark purple spots on your neck. All you can do is whimper her name, as her slender fingers circled your clit through your panties.

"M-Maki~" You moaned as you felt yourself getting even more wet. "I-I need more."

"Aw, does my poor baby want more? That's not how you ask for things." Maki said, smiling. "Beg." 

"Maki, I-I need you. Please! I need to feel your fingers in me. Please!" You begged. Maki gave a light chuckle, as she slowly pulled down your underwear.

"Why didn't you just say so in the first place, baby? You know I'll give you anything." Maki's fingers ran up and down your folds, practically teasing you, before sliding a finger in your tight hole. "This pussy is nice and tight, just for me. Right? Only me."

All you can do is moan back, as you felt her slide in another finger. "Yes, yes!" You moaned as Maki slowly, but surely, started to pick up the pace. "Only you!" Maki smiled once more.

"Good." She then began to kiss the sensitive spot on your neck once more. Your moans got louder as she shoved her two fingers inside of you.

"M-Maki, Maki, I think..I-"

You couldn't even get the words out of your mouth. But somehow Maki understood what you were trying to say.

"Go ahead, baby. Come all over my fingers." Her thumb came up to rub your clit, adding more pleasure. Your moans were getting louder and louder as you came on her fingers. Maki didn't stop. She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you until you came down from your high.

Out of breath, you closed your eyes, and slammed your head on her pillow.

But your eyes quickly shot back open you felt Maki move and rest her head in between your thighs.

"You thought this was over? I told you I was hungry for something else."

Maki wasted no time, licking your sensitive nub. The taste of you wetness and your cum mixed together was heaven dancing on Maki's tongue. God, she wish she could eat you like this everyday.

You quickly grabbed onto Maki's hair, moans turned into whimpers because you were so sensitive down there.

Your second orgasim came much quicker then your first.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You moaned, falling back into the bed.

"Looks like this pretty doll is all fuck out, ain't she." Maki said, more to herself then you. "I've just bearly started, too. What a shame."

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[mommypieck]

⌗︙・sucking on maki's titties ⸜⸜・

maki is the type of a girl who would leave her sports bra on all of the time. every time she would eat you out or fuck you with her strap, she would leave her bra on. until one day.

"can you take it off?" you ask her, looking at her with the best puppy eyes. she kisses you on the mount, her eyes scanning your whole face.

"why?" she asks you, you're okay with her leaving the bra on so she knows you are planning something.

"i just want to see you." you giggle, kissing her. she grabs your face with her hands, "okay." she whispers. you watch her take the bra off, basically ogling over her. the garment falls on the ground, revealing her big breasts.

"you're so beautiful." you praise her, leaving kisses down her neck. you lets her head fall back so that you can work your magic on her. she isn't a big fan of neck kissing, mostly because she's so sensitive. she moans under your kisses, running her hands over your ass. she squeezes your cheeks, making you giggle. your mouth trails down her chest, kissing between her breasts.

"don't play with me, sweetheart." she growls but you just smirk at her. you lap onto her nipple, sucking and biting around it. she squeaks, embarrassed at the noise she just made. maki slaps your ass, "you're such a brat."

you let out a chuckle against her nipple, leaning to give her the same treatment to the other breast.

"i wouldn't say yes if i knew you would do something like this." she tries to sound pissed but the breathy moans tell you otherwise. she melts when you pinch her nipple in between two fingers. you use this as a distraction to push your hand in her panties.

"you're so wet." you whisper, kissing her on the lips again.

"you little brat, get on the bed because im gonna make you regret this."

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

tags: fem reader, mentions of using a strap, tiny bit of mommy kink

the hard exterior never went anywhere, brain and brawn evident in the way maki zenin held herself. the way she talked and the way her biceps flexed every time she’d do so much as lift her arm to loop around you.

the soft touches she’d leave on your skin, her hand sitting on your lower back the second you’d walk out of your door. it wasn’t with possession, no, she wasn’t worried about somebody snatching your eye.

because just as you were her girl, she was your everything. there wasn’t a single bone without confidence in her body that could tell her otherwise.

you were the one leaning against her when you’d feel her warm palm. your cheek resting against her shoulder as the two of you would walk. your touches that would linger on her scarred skin for longer than they should. your eyes holding onto hers even when she’d look away.

"yes?" she’d ask as the two of you had decided on grabbing a warm drink in the cool autumn morning you’d both stepped into. your eyes tracing every curve of her face as if you’d never seen her before. her eyes refocusing their attention on yours with a quirked eyebrow at the question.

"nothin’," you’d laugh lightly, "not allowed to look at miss. pretty?" you questioned right back, tilting your head in a way that maki thought was cute. her eyebrows scrunching as a smile creeped its way to her lips.

she shakes her head in amusement, her attention now on you. she thanks the heavens that you preferred cold drinks as she sipped on her hot green tea. her black eyes watching the way your tongue darted between your lips to find your straw. the saliva that you glossed your lips with when you licked them before you decided to take another sip. the way your lips parted around the plastic.

though as the thoughts in her head ran wild, her lips stayed in a low smile, eyes neutral while her hand reached across the table to rest atop yours. the hand that she held on the walk home back to your shared place. the hand was was wrapped around your hip as you stood between her legs while she sat in front of you.

"put this on," she said, other hand holding a new tube of the lipgloss you liked. one that she’d bought the day prior, noticing that yours was running low, and that just wouldn’t do.

taking a step closer so that her legs were on either side of your hips, you took it with a smile and a nod. "anything for you, mama," the name of authority made maki’s hand squeeze your hip teasingly. eyes watching the same lips she was earlier. the way the end of the brush would smear shiny gloss over your puffy lips.

"what do ya say?" she asks while you set the gloss beside you, one knee maneuvering its way around her waist while the other does the same. adjusting and moving teasingly to get comfortable, and to put pressure where both of you want it.

"thanks, mommy," when your top row of teeth bite down on your plush lower lip, maki smirks while licking her own. the name egging her to keep a hand holding your waist as the other finds your throat, pulling you to her lips harsh enough to bruise.

her teeth are biting your bottom lip the same way you just were, tasting the gloss that has hints of sugary vanilla. who knew you could taste better?

while her tongue danced with yours, her hand stayed complacent around your throat. guiding you into every movement she wanted you to be in. her hand that was on your waist snaking until it’s holding your hip and pushing you down into her.

maki could eat the soft whimper you gave her as your heat was getting the friction it was begging for. the woman could nearly feel the way you were pulsating on top of her.

the domesticity of your morning made her touches soft and sensual. lingering and meaningful. she wanted to take her time with you and listen to every last whine she could pull out of you. and while she could grab her strap that stuffed you and made you scream, she opted for her fingers, wanting to feel your warmth and the way you clenched around her.

experimenting w my pretty mommy

[chosos-mascara]

girl

𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙯𝙚𝙣'𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙���𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after maki arrives in your home riddled in self-doubt, she learns your true feelings toward her.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - aged up!maki (25), making out, thigh riding, fem bodied reader.

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"I hate her." 

When rage seized Maki, it had done so vigorously. She hadn't learned to handle the burning anger within her, though mostly due to upbringing. Although she'd found the strength to leave her family home while only 15, her twin had not forgiven her deep down. Another failed attempt at making amends with Mai, while Mai had only wished for retribution. Maki had tried her best at reconciling ten years on, but each attempt at forgiveness had been futile. 

The fact Maki had hidden a wavering voice yet could not mask the defeated expression and glassy eyes had meant that she had not been angry. Even if she'd attempted to come off with a strict hate and displeasure, you'd been able to see through the facade. Deep down, Maki was heartbroken. 

Rambling about the events just passed, she kicked her shoes at the door and made herself home. A small detail that made your heart melt; knowing Maki saw your house as a safe-haven. A place of comfort for her wounded heart. 

The truth had been, your love for Maki had been far beyond platonic. Although you hadn't been able to pinpoint a where and how, you'd been left to live through an infatuation with your best friend. Your caring nature had been reciprocated by her protective one, a dynamic in which you'd wished would stem into romanticism, yet wouldn't push the boundary of friendship. Time spent alongside her had your skin prickling and heart racing, nights alone picturing a future in which you'd find the confidence to confess the sin of love. 

When she'd paused in speaking, you'd realised you'd become lost in thought. Maki had awaited your response to her venting. Green eyes stared at you through desperation.  "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to make it work." 

Only a feeble attempt at reassurance had left your lips as the kettle came to boil, the click of the switch and bubble of water filling a heavy atmosphere. When pouring the liquid over tea, steam danced within the porcelain mugs. A temporary reprieve. 

You brought the mugs to the table, seating yourself beside her defeated form. She rested on a knee, foot placed on seat, the other leg in a natural dangling position. Once settled into the worn out wooden chair, a cup before both of you, she continued. 

"I just thought this time would be different." Her gaze dropped, fingers wrapping around the handle. "My own sister hates me." 

"You don't need her." Spoken with brisk pace, you made sure to snub the flames of self-doubt from her mind. Of course, her pain had been valid - a deep cut loathing bestowed so clearly from the Zen'in's had to harbor negativity within her core, but you wouldn't allow the seeds to grow into anything more. If Maki needed to be reassured of her worth, you would provide. Even if that had meant daily, or hourly, you'd be willing to support the girl you'd loved.

"Hm." Her hum of uncertainty had bene voiced into the mug of tea, a sip of warmth and exhale of relief, appraising the beverage's comforting tone. "How are you, anyway?" Her question had ended in reluctant eye contact, a flutter of heart beneath rib as you'd stare back into her soul.  "I'm fine, you know me." A nonchalant response, shrug of shoulders.

"That's it? Fine?" Maki sighed, a shake of her head. "I haven't seen you for weeks, and you have nothing to say?" She scoffed, a smirk of annoyance curving lips. "Don't act so humble. There has to be something you want to vent about." The sudden annoyance spurred on panic within you, mouth opening as your brain had attempted to throw together a response. "There's..." You trailed of in thought, grasping at straws. "A company party next week?" The raise of your voice had made the unsure statement more of a question, though Maki latched onto the topic, relieving you of stress. 

"That's it?" Her exhale had mimicked a laugh, shake of her head. "Why are you being so timid?" Uttered under her breath, she ignored the confusion and instead pushed you further. "At least tell me something more, what about that hot manager - Nanami? Did he make any more moves?" 

You giggled, tilting your head. "I'm not really interested."  "So, what? You're gonna be single forever?" Her pressure had been unwanted, an awkward position she'd twisted you into without comprehending the complicated emotions plaguing you. Opening up about a love life would result in honesty - that being the only person you'd liked in over a year had been her. Though, even before now, past relationships wouldn't work out, lovers seeing through doe eyes and softened expressions directed not to them, but instead your best friend. There was no way you'd find value in someone that hadn't been her.

"I don't mind so much." Brushing off her accusitory tone, you glanced to the mug cupped between palms, debating on whether to take a sip.  "What about Kugisaki?" She questioned you, eyes fixed on your defeated expression.  "No, I like someone else." 

Shit. 

"Really? You like someone? Are they a real person?" Maki smiled teasingly, brow arched in both disbelief and excitement. "Well, who is it?" 

You sat in silence, staring into the drink below you. Dying sunlight no longer reflected within the liquid, an orange glow cast over skin. You felt guilt toward Maki's enthusiasm, because you couldn't give her the answer she'd desperately wanted. Even if glancing to her expression had you considering telling the truth. She looked so pretty, after all. 

"It's no one, really." 

"I see." Maki's words were spoken quietly, a somber tone of defeat woven throughout her submission. She slumped back, finishing her tea while you'd been left to stare at your reflection within your untouched mug.  "I want to tell you, I just-" Closing you eyes, you curse your own childish behaviour. "I can't." 

Maki let out an exasperated laugh. "You're making it sound like it's me." 

For a second, you'd doubted that her words had been the ones you'd heard so clearly. The desperation of wanting to tell her, mixed with the beaten-down expression and your need to comfort her had seemingly created confidence. From your perspective, her crossed arms holding her own body so tightly had made it look as if she'd been hugging herself. Perhaps, she had been. 

Instead of sinking down further, denying the feelings you'd had and the ones she'd seemingly displayed if not a part of your own madness, you leaned toward her. Where words wouldn't suffice, you would still speak, fingers ghosting her cheek, face inching closer. There was some form of restraint as you'd grown only a centimeter away, a chance to allow her to voice disdain and push you away. Though, she'd only closed the gap. 

Your lips had locked with hers, a gentle kiss and quiet smack of lips echoing through the kitchen. You'd supported the questionable position you'd contorted yourself into in order to lean over and kiss her - an arm on the table and the other the back of her chair while squatting to hover over your own seat. You'd pulled yourself from her in order to apologize, however two burning palms cupping each cheek had brought you back to her. 

You'd been somewhat startled by the surge of courage she'd displayed, yet as you'd allowed the passion between you with lips molding against one another, movements became a frenzied show of affection. The controlling grasp she'd had set over your features had been brought rather aggressively downward, a tug over your sides to pull you atop her lap as lips parted further. Maki's tongue glided across your own shyly at first, a few flicks as if to test the waters between sloppy pecks. Though, spurred on by a limited taste of you, she'd been greedy to take more. Deeper, haphazard and messy kisses with an exchange of drool between both you and her had Maki's thighs clenching under yours, hands groping over your body as a desperate attempt for more contact. 

She'd rested her grasp over your hips to guide you into a rocking motion, a hum lost in her moth when you'd felt friction in the place aching for it the most. Somewhere between smooth skin gliding over hers, the phrase bedroom had been uttered, lips parting and reconnecting before parting once more to allow movement. With fingers laced, you rushed toward plush sheets, though once through the door, hunger met with you first. 

Her hands roamed you when kissing you again, slipping beneath the hem to clutch at clothes that needed to be discarded. T-shirt first, then the slip of waistbands, before the mattress sank with nude bodies intertwined. Maki straddled over one thigh while keeping on of her own pushed to your core. When leaning forward to place a kiss over your neck, her slick had rubbed over your leg, stifled moan lost against the curve of your shoulder. You'd felt every detail of her bare folds, wetness coating the fat of thigh as she ground her clit over you once more. 

A buck of desperation on your own part had suddenly relieved the ache within your abdomen, a throbbing need of friction. As Maki moved against you, back arching, her chest pushed against yours. With each movement, her nipples grazed yours, a lewd action of intimacy that had both you and her clenching over the other. You'd let a louder moan at the sensation, and she'd smiled into the kiss. A breathy laugh fanned over your cheeks as if to call you needy - something she'd done many times before, less so in this context. 

You'd whined over one another, drool coating glossy lips and pouring to surrounding skin. Kisses had become more an action of sucking over tongues, increasingly languid when focused on the rest of your body. Your hips juttered with less rhythm as you'd found yourself closer to release over her thigh, encouraged by the feeling of her cunt over your skin. 

"Maki..." Against her lips, a warning spoken. As your stomach sucked inward, you'd tried to hold out a little longer.  "Come with me." The whispered instruction had wavered on the last word as her mouth had widened, allowing tensed muscles to spasm when feeling your slick roll hurriedly against her, strangled moan echoing from your mouth. 

Maki allowed her release alongside yours, hums of appraisal shared with each roll and buck, a squeeze over the sheets with each wave of pleasure.

Only when she'd left the warmth beneath her to instead lay beside you, blanket pulled over each body and chests finally rising and falling at a normal pace had words been spoken. The weight of actions setting in, a small laugh as you'd commented. 

"I guess this means you like me too?" 

not proof read,sorry!!

[hvly]

— ⋆｡˚｡⋆ ｡˚ 𓆩𖥔𓆪 ˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆ —

“Maki, are you sure you -“

You’re immediately hushed by Maki’s knee between you legs, the muscles in her thigh grinding against your bare cunt sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“I’m sure,” she murmurs, leaning down and placing a trail of soft, feather light kisses from the nape of your neck to your breast. Her tone was gentle, yet firm. Those two words finite and with no room for debate or discussion. You’d find yourself hard pressed to try and convince her otherwise, so you relinquished your questioning.

Maki peers at you through her bangs, a rush of air leaving her nose in amusement before her hands come up to fondle your boobs. She ran her thumbs over your nipples, rubbing slow circles as they began to stiffen from her touch. “Your tits are so pretty, baby,” Maki murmured, the soft rumble of her voice on your exposed skin tickling. She kissed your breast tenderly, placing a few on one mound before switching over to the other.

You chewed on the skin of your knuckle, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest from your girlfriend’s compliment. “Yeah?” you managed to squeak out, trying — and mostly failing — to hold back your voice.

“Mhm,” Maki hums some sort of affirmation, coming up from your chest with a soft pop as she leaves behind a fresh love mark. You let out a mix of a whimper or a moan as she continues her trail of kisses and bites down to your pubic mound.

Maki’s hands snake down your sides, coming to rest on your hips. Her breath tickles on your clit, but she makes no move to give any attention to your neglected sex.

Quiet whines bubble up in your chest as you squirm under her. You wanted to buck your hips up into her face to get some relief, but you knew better than to try. But sitting patiently was still agony as your arousal steadily increased. Maki’s strong hands still your movements, her thumbs digging into the fat of your hips.

“Want me to make you come, sweet girl?” She asked, her lips a hare’s breadth away from your aching clit. You nodded frantically, tears starting to gather at the corner of your eyes. Maki’s gaze was intense as she looked at you, placing her head on the inner part of your thigh.

She cooed at you as she brought her thumb to rub lazy circles on your swollen bud, gathering your juices and spreading it on your folds. You could’ve burst at the seams from her teasing, your legs beginning to shake. Maki could be so cruel sometimes.

“Use your words, baby. You want me to make you come, right?” She licks a slow stripe up your cunt, never once breaking eye contact with you. Your mouth drops open as you toss your head back, hands gripped tight into the pillow behind you. You look back at your girlfriend as she encourages you to use you words to get what you want, hot tears starting to run down your cheeks

“Yes, I wanna come ! Please, make me come Maki, please !” It comes out rushed and cracked, but it’s voiced nonetheless. Within a second, Maki’s lips are around your clit. Your back arches away from your sheets, your hands shooting from behind your pillow to instead entangle themselves in Maki’s ebony hair.

You’re moaning loudly, all restraint abandoned as the woman below you eats you out. Her tongue is warm as it swipes and circles around your sensitive bud, occasionally prodding at your entrance. Her tongue is soon replaced with 2 fingers pumping in and out of your walls, middle finger curling to rub that spot that always has you creaming so beautifully around her.

Stars begin to spot your vision, tension steadily building in your core. You weren’t sure if your hips were moving on their own or if Maki was forcing you down on her fingers and mouth, but you didn’t care either way. You let yourself go completely, letting whatever came obscenity that came to mind fall gracelessly from your drooling lips.

You were close to release, your walls squeezing tightly around her middle and ring finger. Maki rose from her spot between your legs, fingers still deep in your cunt as she fucked you towards your well deserved orgasm. “Gonna make a mess for me, baby? Come all over my fingers?” she breathed, slick covered lips and chin grazing over your own.

Your moans came out in between breaths, chest heaving as you tried to answer your lover’s questions. “Ye—fuck, I’m coming ! I’m coming !” You can’t help but clamp your legs shut, the inside of your thighs, Maki’s forearm, and the sheet below you being coated in your juices. Maki continues to fuck you through your release, fervently rubbing your clit to keep it going for as long as possible.

“That’s it, keep coming for me,” she moans, lips locking with yours to quiet any cries of “overstimulation” or “being too sensitive”. When you’ve given all you can, Maki brings her fingers to her lips, licking them clean.

You don’t even register the display, eyes lidded as they lazily looked around the room. When your eyes did land on Maki, you gazed at her with what was she could only assume heart eyes looked like. She smiled to herself, gently kissing your temple.

That look was better than any orgasm she could ever have.

© 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 hvly 2024. 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧y.

— ⋆｡˚｡⋆ ｡˚ 𓆩𖥔𓆪 ˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆ —

[vienssunshine]

What do you think maki looks for in a girl? :0

pairing: Maki Zenin x Reader author's note: so I was originally gonna do headcannons but then i just wrote about it and it turned a little angsty? cw: manga spoilers, angst

A lot changed when Maki awakened her true strength: her body, her abilities, even the state of the world. In addition to these massive shifts, there was a slight difference, seemingly inconsequential compared to the rest, in her dating preferences. When Itadori had flung himself towards her with a camera—he used to do little interviews of the students at school—and asked her what she looked for in a partner, she had answered that she’d like to be with someone stronger than her. Maki thought it was best to pursue a partner who could protect her, someone who could help destroy the Zenin clan. However, now that she’s one of the strongest humans in Japan, her previous preference has become unrealistic. Which actually is a good thing, because it opened her up to seeing you in a different way.

Maki’s always found you attractive—more than that, really—but ignored it, writing it off as nothing but a distraction. It wasn’t the right time, she had to focus on getting stronger, getting revenge. But now that her whole world is crumbling around her, she’s realized she needs someone like you.

You’ve known pain—she can remember when you recounted your past, crystalline tears shining in the gentle candlelight illuminating her dorm room—and yet you’re still able to put a smile on that pretty face of yours as you go through this life. Maki’s not sure she has the strength to do the same on her own, not after losing everything. But you’re there for her, able to pull her out from drowning in the darkest parts of herself.

You look at her so fondly, even if she hates how her body is now striped with scars. You don’t seem to mind, kissing her skin as if it were as soft and smooth as your own. Your hands cup her face as you tell her how beautiful she is despite her claims of the opposite. Maki was unsure if she’d ever be loved after becoming more monster than human, but as you work tirelessly to prove her wrong—your stubbornness is adorable to her—she’s beginning to change her mind.

[roseychains]

This is so maki coded