#maki zenin smut | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

vienssunshine · 6 months

Note

The dialogues you write for maki are so goddamn heavenly, please, what is it like when her girl squirts on her glasses (bonus if in the next morning, everyone in the dormitory heard them)? 😣🙏

Just Can't Focus

pairing: Maki Zenin x fem!reader nsfw: semi-public sex, cunnilingus, squirting word count: 1.8k author’s note: thank you so much for the request! you're so sweet!! i had a lot of fun adapting your request into a fic, hope you enjoy! also, maki looked so good in the latest episode. i need her... description: something about watching you train gets maki so riled up.

The day has been long.

Nothing slows down time quite like having to hold a plank, and Gojo, who’s in charge of training you and your peers today, has been making the hours crawl by with countless strength training exercises. Your core is aching and your legs feel like they’re about to give out, which is why it feels a blessing when your teacher gets a phone call that pulls him away into a meeting with the higher-ups.

“Pair up and find a place around campus to practice sparring while I’m gone,” Gojo instructs, “We’ll meet back up in 30. Don’t forget to have fun!” He waves as he heads towards the school, leaving you and the other exhausted students alone in the field.

Nobara turns her head to you, about to speak, when an arm interlocks with yours. You look to your side to see that Maki has claimed you as her partner.

“Maki!” Nobara huffs, “I wanted to spar with her.”

Maki shrugs. “Be quicker then.”

Nobara’s face darkens with a scowl and you hurry to resolve the conflict. “I’ll spar with you next time,” you tell Nobara, “Promise.”

“You better.” She crosses her arms and walks towards the other sorcerers, annoyed she’ll have to partner up with either idiot #1 or idiot #2 (Yuuji or Megumi).

“Let’s go find a spot,” Maki says, though she begins pulling you off towards a forest nearby, seemingly already having a place in mind.

Soon you’re past the tree line, and before you can get a word out about the sparring drill, your back is pressed up against a tree and Maki’s lips are on yours.

It catches you by surprise—Maki tends to be unpredictable, a reason why it’s hard for you to beat her in a match—but it’s instinctive how you fall into the rhythm of her lips, melting into her touch as you kiss her back. Her leg nestles between yours and her strong hands land on your sides, brushing along the curve of your waist as she leans into you.

“Need you…now,” she mumbles in between kisses, the rasp of her voice confessing desperation. Even though you and Maki have been a thing for a while now, she knows how to mask her true feelings, so until she had you pinned against a tree, you didn’t have a clue that such a need was building up in her all afternoon.

“Yeah?” you say, resting your arms atop her built shoulders, pulling her closer. “Can’t wait until after training?”

Maki tugs off her uniform jacket, leaving her in the white long sleeve she wears under her uniform, and lays it on the grass by your feet. “No, so come sit down.”

Her mouth is inseparable from yours as she helps lower your body down onto her jacket, and the moment you’re sitting down, she’s kneeled between your thighs, reaching up past your skirt to dip her fingers into the waistband of your black tights.

“Lift up your hips for me, pretty,” she murmurs against your lips. You listen, and she pulls your tights off, and then your underwear. It’s a little strange, how you’re half-naked in one of the school’s forests, but you have a hard time caring when Maki hooks her arms underneath your thighs and brings her mouth to your cunt.

“Already so wet for me,” she laughs, pressing a kiss to your pelvis, “Have you been thinking about me too?”

“Maybe,” you say, though the evidence speaks for itself. How could you not? For the entirety of the strength training session, all you could notice was Maki. With the way her defined muscles flexed as she worked through Gojo’s ceaseless exercises, it was impossible not to. You had to look over and take in how the effort contorted her elegant features, had to hear how it sharpened her breath. And every single time you glanced over to her, without fail, she was already looking at you.

“You were just as distracted,” you say, trying to keep still despite the sensation of her hot breath fanning against your cunt. “You really should be paying attention during training.”

She smirks. “I think it’ll be easier to focus after I have you cum on my tongue.”

Her warm mouth connects with your folds, forcing a choked gasp from your throat. You rock your hips back and away, caught off guard at how quickly sharp pleasure cuts through your insides, but Maki’s strong arms keep you locked in place. Her eyes flutter shut at the contact and she deeply inhales, finally gratified after wanting to be with you like this all afternoon.

Your head lolls to the side when she begins to move, licking long stripes up from your hole to your clit with a flat tongue. Pulling up the fabric of your skirt gives you an unobstructed view and you watch, eyes lidded, as she pushes her mouth further into your cunt, just unable to get enough. Then she pushes her palms gently against your thighs, opening yourself up further to her. You allow it, legs falling open, and lean back against the tree behind you.

“There we go,” she says, “Relax for me, okay?”

You realize why when a finger circles the outside of your hole. Maki’s tongue continues to bathe your clit with wet swipes of her tongue, only increasing the amount of slick coating your opening. She uses this lubrication to shallowly slip the tip of her finger in and out of you, stimulating the tight ring of muscle circling your entrance. Then, she lengthens her movements, pushing in deeper with every thrust of her fingers. Your breath comes out shaky. “Fuck…Maki…”

She begins to move her finger inside of you, pushing it up against your walls in a way that has heat rushing to your lower stomach. Your eyes flutter shut and each pump of her finger pushes a soft moan from your lips.

“If you wanted to make it up to me for being such a distraction all afternoon, those pretty noises of yours are doing the job,” Maki says.

She adds another finger, which only makes you call out her name once more in that breathy voice of yours she adores. The pressure is immense, especially with her fingers being so strong and precise.

“It’s…so much-” you say, pressing your eyebrows together. You don’t think you’ve had Maki eat you out and finger you at the same time before; the sensation is overwhelming. Every harsh thrust of her fingers is complemented by a sweet lick on your clit, a two-front war that makes you feel like you’re losing your mind. Any attempt at escaping the pleasure is nonexistent with Maki’s hold on you, and soon your stomach is twisting, like a violent undercurrent is ripping through your lower half. It’s new, and more intense than you’ve experienced before.

“Maki I…I feel weird…” you say, squirming.

“You’re doing great, pretty girl,” Maki responds before diving her tongue into your folds once more.

“I’m serious…Maki…I don’t know…” Your fingers tighten in the grass around you.

“Does it feel good?” Maki asks.

“Feels…s’good,” you respond.

“Then relax, enjoy it.”

You want to listen to her, you really do, but there’s a hesitant voice in your head, one telling you that if you give in to the pleasure, you’ll be giving in completely. You’re just so full; there’s so much pent-up energy in your body that’s begging to be released. But the more she touches you, the more encouragement and praise leaving her mouth, the less power you have over the force building up inside your core.

“I feel like I’m gonna…”

She curls her fingers inside you, pressing against your sweet spot with a force that has your body shaking and seconds away from release.

“Fuck—Maki—m’gonna—“

You’re unprepared when your orgasm hits you, and because it hits you hard, you’re helpless when fluid rushes out of you at the intense sensation. You throw your head back, pleasure rolling through your lower half and being expelled from your body. Unaffected, Maki continues to finger fuck you, only prolonging the ruthless orgasm she’s sending through your body.

“Attagirl,” Maki says, grinning.

You’re swearing, or moaning, maybe a mixture of both, as the climax pummels your poor body, and you hold onto Maki’s arms for dear life, fingers digging into the fabric of her white long sleeve.

When her movements slow, coaxing you back into reality, the haze washes off and you realize that you’ve squirted for the first time–all over Maki’s face.

You sit up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—fuck, your glasses.”

She cuts you off. “It’s hot, pretty. Don’t apologize for something you don’t have to, mkay?” She takes her glasses from her face and rubs the liquid coating them off on her jacket beneath you.

“I’ve just…that’s never happened before,” you say, still reeling from the sensation.

“Makin’ me feel special,” she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then, she stands, offering you her hand. “Are you okay to walk? Everyone should be regrouping by now. I think if we stay any longer, I’ll want to try to make that happen again.”

“Uh…yeah, let’s go,” you say, grabbing onto it and letting her help you up. You’re still grappling with what just happened; you didn’t even know that could happen.

Dazed, you find your underwear on the sleeve of Maki’s jacket, uncrumple it, and pull it back up on you.

“Thanks for that,” Maki says, threading her hand into yours for the rest of the walk out of the forest.

You and Maki are the last to join the group. Aside from Gojo, who’s meeting must’ve run long. Guess training ends early today.

As you walk up to the rest of the sorcerers, Yuuji tilts his head and then points at Maki, “Did you lose your jacket?”

Your eyes widen as you realize that Maki isn’t wearing it, she’s still in her button-up. Though, it’s not like she could put it back on, your fluids had soaked the material. “I took it off when we were sparring. Guess I forgot it,” she responds.

“Is that why you took off your tights too?” Panda asks, pointing to your bare legs. Heat rushes to your face.

Maki scowls. “Last chance to mind your own or I’ll be your sparring partner next time.”

“Alright! Okay!” The rest of them hurry off but fail to do a good job pretending they aren’t whispering about the two of you.

“I’ll go grab our clothes and put them in the wash, so you go take a break okay?” She grins. “I hope I didn’t work you too hard.”

“How considerate,” you tease, “But I would prefer it if you came back to my room after doing the laundry. Maybe then you’ll be able to tire me out.”

“Alright, I’ll see you soon.”

#maki zenin x reader #zenin maki #maki x you #maki x reader #maki zenin #maki zenin smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk maki

1K notes · View notes

pseudowho · 1 month

Text

The Rebounds

When your boyfriend dumps you, Maki and Yuuta know exactly how to cheer you up.

I don't normally write "aged up" fics but...here we go.

Warnings: 18+, soft!Dom Yuuta and less-soft!Dom Maki (bit of a drill sergeant really), lingerie, sex toys, threesome, double-penetration, alcohol use

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

"You're...breaking up with me? After everything I've done for you-- don't you dare hang up-- bastard!"

You flung your phone across the sofa, burying your face in your hands, barely suppressing a tearful, infuriated scream. He was shit, but he was yours, and he had the audacity to toss you out like yesterday's newspaper--

A knock on your door. Not caring who it was, you snapped, shouting.

"Fuck off! I'm not home."

"Hey! Lose the attitude." Your door swept open with a bang, rattling against the wall. Maki stepped in without apology, dropping a bagged Cursed weapon on your doorstep, "You're the one who asked me to bring this--...what's up with you? Are you crying?"

Yuuta peered in behind Maki, dark hangdog eyes spotting you, concerned; "Crying? Hey, what's happened?" Yuuta nudged past Maki, stepping over to you, and grasping your shoulders, soft calloused hands surprisingly strong against your skin.

Arms around your knees, you hid your face, ashamed for being such a blotchy mess; "He dumped me. Just...called me up, and dumped me. Like I'm trash."

Yuuta's face crumpled for you, the briefest flash of anger, overlaid with sympathy. He opened his mouth to speak, Maki interrupting.

"Finally. That piece of shit was never worth yo--"

"Maki," chided Yuuta, still stroking your shoulders, gripping and possessive. Maki tsked, arms folded, turning aside, hovering between you and the door.

"...you shouldn't waste your time worrying about that guy," Maki offered, voice tight but softer now. She was silent for a moment, and Yuuta looked to her, silent agreement passing between them.

"She's right," offered Yuuta, bright, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, cupping your tearstained face. Yuuta looked to Maki again, a glint of something odd in his eyes. Maki nodded, barely perceptible.

"...in fact, you should come with us. We're going out! Dinner, drinks...we'll show you a good time instead, yeah?"

You prickled with shame again, eyes squeezing shut as Yuuta shushed you, pulling you to your feet, pushing you to Maki who began to bustle you to your bedroom while you argued weakly; "--...no, guys, I-- I'm not third wheeling, I don't need you to take me with you out of pity-- I'm interrupting--"

They spoke over you, Yuuta still holding you by the shoulders from behind while Maki perused your wardrobe.

"--'third wheeling', psh--"

"How could we ever pity our lovely friend--'

"--not interrupting anything, what do you think this is, huh--"

"Just some drinks, some dinner, maybe a bit of shopping..."

Maki held up a little red dress, looking to Yuuta; Yuuta nodded. Maki flicked her hand at Yuuta, banishing him from the room, before stepping to you, brandishing the dress.

"Get changed," she ordered, "or I'll do it for you."

You pouted, grumbling, beginning to strip while Maki rummaged for shoes. She pulled out some trainers, comparing them to your dress. Her eyes narrowed at you, half dressed, turning aside again and holding the shoes out to you.

"These. You'll look...cute." You scoffed, brushing your hair, making yourself presentable.

When you stepped out, Yuuta looked you up and down approvingly, catching Maki's eye again with that same unreadable glint; "His loss! You're our pretty girl for today then, huh?" You blushed, churlish that their attempts to cheer you up were working.

And treat you well they did, knowing you as only old friends do. Within a few hours, you found yourself smiling again, laughing alongside them as you ate, all of you handsy and affectionate; Maki, feeding you as Yuuta took photos of you both, eyes soft and full of love; Yuuta, reaching over to whirl little circles on your inner wrist; both of them, leaning in close, pressing against you as you broke down, sobbing quietly into your soju.

You hiccuped, the floral alcohol cut with your salty tears; "I just...I just don't understand why...why I'm not good enough..." you gulped, knocking back another shot.

"You're beautiful," Maki snipped, bluntly refilling all of your glasses, "and he couldn't see that." She slipped an arm round you from behind, her fine slim fingers coiling over your hip, stroking you.

"But we can," Yuuta cooed, "and we'll treat you like you deserve to be treated...because you are beautiful." His fingers continued to draw soft circles on your palm, your inner wrist, heading up your soft sensitive forearm. You shivered, the alcohol making your nerves electric, receptive. Yuuta smiled at your shiver, face leaned on one palm, eyes dark as they trailed, intoxicated, down your body. He sighed.

"I don't think she believes us, you know," he said to Maki. Maki huffed, her fingertips kneading at your hip as she tugged you closer. She took another shot, refilling her glass and pressing it to your lips.

"Open up," she commanded, smirking as you swallowed, some of the sweet wine dripping down your neck and breasts in your haste. You felt Maki's breath catch as her eyes followed the droplet.

"You're all sticky," Maki chastised, her finger grazing the drop away, pressing into your mouth so you could suck it off her finger, "...messy girl." Your skin burned, feeling like forbidden fruit beneath their touch. Yuuta watched you suck the soju off Maki's finger, the strange glimmer in his eyes growing deeper as his head dipped downwards, fringe flicking forward over his eyes.

"You're right," he hummed to Maki, whirling his glass, eyes still dipped and flinty as he took in Maki's arm around your waist; the way she pressed a kiss to your temple; how you slumped against her, supple and seeking warmth; how your fingers twitched as his drew hearts over your inner arm.

"She is messy," Yuuta continued, finishing the last of the soju, "we should...get her cleaned up, huh?" Maki smiled into your hair, humming, laughing as you trembled under her warm, botanical breath.

"Guys," you hummed, swoopy and warm with the drink, "you don't have to do this--"

"Have to?" Yuuta laughed, pulling you forwards by the forearm so you were nose to nose with him for a moment, close enough that his lips brushed against yours as he spoke, farqq enough to almost be an accident; "We don't have to...we want to. You deserve the best date. Right, Maki?"

Maki was already up, a smile at the corner of her mouth as she helped you to stand. You blushed, sputtering.

"--a date, I--guys--"

"Friends can go on dates," Maki insisted, her arm round your waist as Yuuta loped beside you, bopping his forehead to your shoulder, "but while we're here...there's something I'd like to get. Come on."

You were steered into a lingerie shop, suddenly surrounded by fragrant musk, silk, lace and erotica. You laughed as Yuuta gripped you by the waist, twirling you in the low lights. He smiled, pulling you into his deceptive softness, penetrating your defences. He dipped you back to some unheard tune, leaning down to bracket you, whispering;

"See anything you like?"

With his gaze fixed firmly on you, your eyes caressed the bras, chemises, the beautiful indulgent treasures. Yuuta saw your eyes linger on a set, and nosed your jaw;

"That one, huh? You're so pretty anyway, and that one would be..." Yuuta left the sentence unfinished, and you became acutely aware of his closeness, body flush to his lean strength, something so dangerously hypnotic about him. You felt undressed, already, in his arms.

Maki had reappeared, a subtle paper bag in her hands. She communicated wordlessly with Yuuta, again, following your gaze. Rifling through the rails, and casting an appraising eye over your body, Maki settled and headed to pay. Opening your mouth to argue again, your breath caught as Yuuta pulled you up from your dip, the drink and attention rushing to your head once more, feeling so loved, so wanted. Maki cast her eyes up and down you both, slow, predatory.

"Home?" So much unspoken promise, from just one word. Maki's eyes lapped at your body, enough to make you tremble. Yuuta and Maki held you between them. You could hardly remember the journey home, their touches edging you somewhere between uncertainty and euphoria. You accepted it without question, as you had always accepted their love.

Stepping into your apartment, Yuuta closed the door behind you. He stayed with his back to you, fingers tapping against the door handle. You had leaned, head tipped back against the wall, sighing, softly drunk, heartbeat between your legs. You tipped your head to look at Yuuta questioningly as he spoke, his voice quiet and measured.

"Hey, Maki...go and get set up, yeah? I don't...I don't think I can wait any longer," he finished weakly, laughter on his breath. Maki smirked, her burns like a bed of rose petals in the low light.

"Alright." Maki leaned in, pressing lingering kisses to your forehead, your nose, hovering just so above your lips. Her fingertips brushed your jaw, and she whispered; "Yuuta's gonna get you warmed up, okay baby?"

Maki walked away, taking your breath with her. Yuuta filled the gap, and you burned alive under their attentions, his hands pressed to the wall either side of you, trapping you in his gravity.

"What do you deserve, pretty girl?" He whispered, shaky with restraint. All the wrong answers tried to claw their way out of you; Yuuta's eyes beseeched you to choose better for yourself, his lips achingly close to yours. You bit, to Yuuta's satisfied smile, choosing better.

"Y-you," you stuttered, meltingly desperate, "I deserve you."

Yuuta responded with a kiss; his self-restraint snapped, and he overlaid your body with his against the wall, melding to you as his hands tangled into your hair and his mouth to yours. You could taste the soju on his tongue, and you moaned softly, opening your mouth to him. Yuuta responded in kind, tilting your head to the side, his palms cupping your face, lips wet and trembling.

You could feel the breaths caught in his chest as his tongue stroked against yours, fingernails scratching at your scalp, hot and needy. Yuuta shunted his knee forward between your thighs, pinning you against the wall, one hand dropping to your hip, brushing under the hem of your dress to yank you down, pussy flush against his wiry thigh.

Pulling back, panting, Yuuta squeezed your cheeks in one hand, forcing your lips into a pout. Gritting his teeth, growling softly through them, he gave your face a gentle affectionate shake; "You taste like peaches, cutie, I always knew you would."

You squirmed, rutting yourself on his thigh, eager for relief in your aching core. Still squeezing your cheeks, giving them one soft slap, Yuuta tipped your face so you looked down at his thigh, his cock straining against the material of his trousers.

"I'll be honest...we've been waiting for you to break up with him. Even better that he ditched you...should we send him some pictures? Huh?" Reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone, Yuuta turned your squished pouting face to the camera, and, pressing his lips hard to your puffy cheek, took a photo.

Yuuta groaned to feel you still humping him, desperate for friction. His hands dropped to your hips, rutting you against his thigh. He bit his lip, breathless, shaky as he tucked up your dress, watching your wet underwear barely covering your pussy, sliding against him. He laughed, soft, barely holding himself back from lifting you up and taking you against the wall.

"Oh baby," he teased, "not like this-- you deserve better--...and Maki's feeling left out, right?"

You jumped to hear Maki's voice to your right, head tipping as Yuuta lapped lazily at the fabric covering your nipples, spit seeping through, warm and wet; "I dunno...you two are putting on quite a show. Come to the bedroom. Date's not over yet." Yuuta moaned against your breasts, feeling their plush heave against his lips, his cock jumping against his thigh.

"Come on, peaches," he whispered, breath cooling your spit-wet breasts, "You've got a pretty outfit...it's Maki's turn with you...and I wanna watch."

Yuuta drew back from you, panting, gripping his cock through the light fabric of his trousers. If Maki hadn't stepped in, lifting you, wrapping your legs round her waist, your trembling knees would surely have given out. Nuzzling her nose against your mouth, stealing light kisses along the way, Maki chuckled, smirking; "You taste like Yuuta." You bit your lip, suddenly shy, nuzzling your face into Maki's neck as she laid you down softly onto your bed.

The room flickered with dulcet candlelight, smelling something fruity and familiar. Maki stood over you, taking a sip from a bottle as Yuuta crept in behind you, settling in an armchair beside the bed, still pawing at his aching cock.

"Wait-- Maki-- don't swallow...you should let her have a taste," Yuuta pressed, watching with hungry, hooded eyes as Maki hummed, smiling down at you. She leaned over you, one knee pressed between your thighs, one arm over your head, and pressed her pursed lips to yours. Kissing deeply and forming a seal, Maki slowly eked her tongue between your lips, drops of warm peach soju moving from her mouth to yours.

The body-warmed fumes rose up your nose, filling you with sweet botanical delight, bringing you back to the hazy drunk warmth you had felt during dinner, as Yuuta had stroked your arm so sweetly. Maki deepened the kiss, thrumming with excitement as she heard Yuuta unbuckle and unzip himself, letting his cock fall, hard and twitching, onto his belly.

Maki pulled your dress down your shoulders, trapping your arms for a moment, until they released, the red fabric sliding all the way down and pooling over your lap. Maki grasped your underwear with it, shooting Yuuta a wicked look; "Don't look-- she isn't dressed yet."

Yuuta laughed, one hand lazily pumping his cock, and he brought the other up over his eyes, still grinning. You couldn't take your eyes off him, stroking himself to Maki kissing peaches into you, masturbating to her rolling your clothes down off your body. Yuuta listened instead, his hearing piqued to the soft fabric rustle of your dress hitting the floor, and Maki lifting the dusty-rose chemise out of the bag.

"Taste like a peach...look like a peach," she pressed, brushing the chemise over your bare breasts, mouth watering at how your nipples pebbled and peaked under the sheer chiffon. Maki leaned into you again, ghosting her lips over yours; she caught your eyes, dragging your gaze over to Yuuta, biting her lip-- "If you think Yuuta's cock looks pretty now...wait until you're all dressed up."

"Maki!" Yuuta whined, his cock pre-cum-wet and twitching in his fist, his eyes still covered, "Stop. You'll make me blush." He paused, his hand and breath hesitant, "Is she...is she watching me?"

Maki grinned, wicked; "mmmmmhm." Yuuta groaned, long and anguished, squeezing the base of his cock again to stop himself from spilling over his lap, squeezing the hand over his eyes. Maki only laughed, standing back, pacing like an animal as you slipped into the pink chemise, split at the front, lighter than blossoms.

"Oh, Yuuta...you should see her," Maki praised, and you blushed, feeling so much more desirable under the gaze of a beautiful woman over a man, "she really is lovely." Yuuta had slowly dropped his hand from his eyes, hand cupping his cockhead with a shiver as he drank you in, supple and glassy-eyed beneath Maki, who rolled two pink rubber buds between her fingers.

Taking another sip of her soju, leaning in to kiss you again, you felt Maki graze something over the barely-there fabric covering your nipples. Suddenly so thirsty, lifting your hands to tangle in her short hair, Maki moaned into you as you kissed harder, drinking from her, desperate for more. Finally, you spoke.

"Maki, I-- don't leave me like this, give me something," you whimpered, your clit throbbing and needy, knowing you needed the barest of touches to bring you to completion.

"Don't be a brat," Maki chastised, making you blush and bite your lip up at her, "Or can you not wait? Do you want me to stop? Yuuta, shall I stop?"

"No!" You cried, you and Yuuta simultaneous in your desperation, him edging his weeping cock so fervently, you thrumming with the need for release, the day's little touches and promises and drink, all rolling into the slowest orgasm you had ever had built.

Maki smirked, and abruptly clamped two rubbery clips over your nipples, pinched hard beneath rosy fabric. You squealed, and cried out, bucking as she switched them on, sharp vibrations shooting through your nipples, tugging like a fishing line, making your clit throb with need.

Maki watched you writhe, slowly stripping her own clothes, hesitating for a moment as her burns became bare in the candlelight. Yuuta felt her, shaking with closely controlled restraint as he looked at her and you, eyes sticky-sweet.

"--my two beautiful girls, huh?" He grinned, circling his cockhead with a wet thumb, "...how did I...ever get so lucky?" Maki blushed, biting her lip as she finished stripping, looking down at you, mewling and squirming, in awe. She knelt down over you, smiling, a long, vibrating dildo at her fingertips.

"Yeah...you're right. We struck gold." Maki watched you, captivated as you babbled, whimpering, begging, tears streaming down into your hair. Yuuta felt a drip of sweat run down his chest, unbuttoning himself, letting his top sit open, releasing his cock with clenched knuckles, eager not to spend himself until he could be inside you.

Maki squeezed lube onto your glistening pussy, making you jolt and shiver with the sudden cold, until Maki shushed you again, kissing you firmly; "Be patient...I'll warm it up." You and Yuuta moaned, both twisting in divine bliss as Maki slipped her slim fingers between your folds, finding your clit with the expert precision of another woman, circling it with two delicate fingers, alternating pressure, toying with you.

"Inside," Yuuta barked, authoritative in his desperation, huffing, his cock twitching against his belly, "--tell me-- tell me how she feels, Maki." Maki obliged, her fingers dipping lower, grazing over your entrance, covering you with cum-slick lube.

"...silky..." Maki described, to Yuuta's chipped groans, "...and..." Maki hit your knees with her own, spreading your thighs wide, baring you to her, and she plunged two fingers deep inside your fluttering cunt, gasping with delight, "...tight...like wet velvet."

Yuuta cursed under his breath, his head tipped back, hand clasped over his mouth as he began to pump his cock again, jerking himself back to the edge. Maki pumped her fingers into your sloppy pussy, bringing one thumb up to work on your clit.

You came embarrassingly fast, the accumulated touches throughout the course of the day too much, and you felt your arousal trickle out over Maki's fingers. Her eyes furious with focus, Maki continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you, her thumb moving to stimulate your clit from another angle, expert in her gentle overstimulation.

Maki bit her lip, thrilled by her own unmet need, throbbing under Yuuta's obsessive stare. The self-denial while watching you fall apart beneath her was delicious. You cried out, clutching her arms, trying to wiggle your hips away from her as she yanked you back to her, hushing you.

"Come on, baby," she pushed, "just one more...then you can have Yuuta's cock, 'cos he can't last any longer." One sideways glance to Yuuta, arched backwards and serene with the edge of his orgasm, sent you over the edge again, and he gripped the base of his cock once more as you arched, crying out, lights popping in your vision and fizzing down your body.

"Maki--" Yuuta urged, voice brittle with need, "--my turn-- need her now--" Maki huffed at Yuuta's lack of self-restraint, smirking at him, whining, hand wet with pre-cum. Maki lifted you up off the bed, soft and floppy, knees still hanging over the edge, and Yuuta slipped underneath you, mirroring your position, eagerly lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance. As he moved to push into you, his arms gripping you from behind, an arresting clasp across your chest and belly, Maki gripped him by the cock, stopping him as he cried out, voice hoarse.

"Hey, did I say she was ready?" Maki sniped, rolling her eyes as you and Yuuta moaned and argued with her. Her hands still covered in lube, she took the vibrating dildo she'd been fingering for so long, rolling it in lube and your generous, sticky cum. You trembled, reading Maki's intent immediately.

"Maki, I-- they won't-- won't both fit," you squeaked, Maki humming at your meagre protests as she rubbed the dildo at your entrance, switching on the vibration and edging it slowly past your swollen, puffy entrance.

"I dunno," she mused, "I wanna see how fast Yuuta cums like this." Yuuta shuddered, his cock still gripped in Maki's hand, Yuuta squeezing you harder above him as you trembled and shook, the dildo hitting your cervix, sending vibrations deep into your belly.

Maki stroked Yuuta's cock, throbbing in her hand as he bucked, teeth gritted, sweating with restraint; "Maki," he snapped, "let me fuck her-- I swear to god I'll kick your--"

"--careful special grade. Don't threaten me with a good time." Yuuta coughed, tormented, blinkered by his own impending orgasm as you writhed, blinded by your own pleasure in his arms. Maki was almost overcome by the sight of you both in blissful agony beneath her, almost cumming untouched, the tension of the build-up so much better than the payoff.

Maki finally released him, dropping to her knees between yours and Yuuta's. She lifted your legs, draping them over Yuuta's thighs, and pushed Yuuta's knees, forcing your legs to spread. She kept the dildo vibrating inside you, juddering with incoordinate twitches now, floating above yourself.

Finally released, Yuuta bit into your shoulder, groaning in your ear as his cock started to press into you alongside the vibrating dildo, stretching your pussy more than it had ever been stretched, so full, from cunt to belly; "Just hold onto me, peaches, yeah?"

In one swift thrust, Yuuta bottomed out, shouting and cursing, his cock gripped by the slick, impossibly tight heat of your pussy, the dildo vibrating relentlessly against the underside of his length.

"--oh my--shit, Maki, 's too muc, fuck! Ohhh fuck-- fuck-- fuck--"

Maki leaned in, two fingers rolling over her clit as she lapped yours into her mouth, flicking her tongue across you, sucking, nipping, tasting the peach lube she had covered you with. Lost in this semi-drunk haze, she continued to edge herself to the sight of you, spasming in forced orgasm after orgasm, under her mouth.

Yuuta rutted up into you helplessly, arms shaking around you. His seed spattered your cervix and the dildo white, cumming so violently that he curled in on himself beneath you, forcing you to curl with him. Maki watched it all, pupils blown, stroking her clit just enough to keep herself from orgasm.

You continued to pant and whimper, still so full, your pussy clenching urgently, wildly overstimulated. Maki took pity on you both, switching the dildo off, slipping it out of you and letting it drop with a wet cum-splatter. It pulled Yuuta's dripping cock out with it, and you whined, suddenly so empty, Yuuta nuzzling and kissing your cheeks, trying to bring you both down from your high. He chuckled, breathless in your ear

"What a date, huh? You should get dumped again, sometime."

843 notes · View notes

angelinpiink · 8 months

Text

❥ 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 :(

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #maki x reader #maki zenin smut #maki zenin x reader #maki zenin x you

1K notes · View notes

dadsbongos · 5 months

Text

jennifer's body - z.maki

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection

...

warnings - vaginal fingering *nerd emoji*, thigh riding, maki's the top as per usual, car sex, you're a whiny bitch but maki's into it, potential cum eating

word count - 2.2 K / rating - R

Maki detests a lot of things, but above every single one of those things - she detests being put on missions with you most of all.

“Eek!” Maki’s balance is hardly thrown off despite the way you rip her arm to your chest. You hug her close and push your cheek to her shoulder, “Please protect me, Maki!”

She snorts, looking down at you curled around her form, “You’re a grade two, you know? You don’t have to hide behind me.”

Feeling the impression of your lips molding into a pout against her, you ‘hmph’, continuing down the creaky, dank hall, “A grade two can still be scared!”

Naturally, yes. However, the degree of fear you commonly express makes teaming with you such a hassle. Though not necessarily because she finds it annoying.

Maki feels your skittish fingers dance down to hers, and she clasps your hand tightly. Her heart throbs uncomfortably at the idea of your poor brain all stressed and overheating, skin chilled, and throat too tight to speak. A terrible thing that is. Yes, she hates it more than anything else in the world.

So Maki walks just a pace quicker than you, ensuring she’s upfront. But no matter that, she is not the one to suffer this mission’s great blowback.

As if freshly blistering up from between the floorboards, a puffy, mushroom-shaped spore oozes from beneath your boot. Mustard yellow curd gushes onto the ground from each pore with a soft puff of orange gas into the air.

“Damn!” Maki curls an arm around your waist and tucks you behind her.

The particles cling to your nose, itching and irritating; they claw down your throat and paint over the front of your uniform.

By the time Maki has splattered the curse, you’re feverish. Still coughing up dust and reaching out for her.

“Are you okay?” she cradles your sweltering frame in her broad hands.

“Car,” you wheeze out, falling into her stronger frame, “We need to get outta here.”

Your thighs squeeze together, hips mindlessly squirming into the sticky leather of the backseat. Leaning into Maki, you take her arm again, breasts squishing against her firm muscles and pressing her hand between the clench of your thighs. Her palm digs into the meat of your inner thighs and it takes about 60% of your brain power to keep from humping her hand.

Pressing your face to her neck, you know she can feel the softness of your lips on her smooth skin. You know she can feel the hot puffs of your words, “Maki… Maki I think we should pull over…”

“What?” her cheeks go pink, eyes falling to you from beneath her lenses. Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, it burns beneath her skin, “Talk to me, huh? What’re you feeling?”

“Hmm,” you turn into the feeling of her cupping your cheek, and your gaze finds Maki’s crinkled face. Eyes wide beneath furrowed brows, lips down in a frown, “I feel so hot, Maki, please- “ you jerk up, rutting against her hand, “Please pull over!”

The car doesn’t stop. Maki moves her hand from your cheek to press against your feverish forehead. She barks over at Ijichi, “Hey, pull over!”

You all jerk at the sudden stop before Ijichi shamefully restarts the car to more carefully move off the side of the road. He turns in the driver’s seat to look at the pair of you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You think it’s cuter when Maki does it.

Oh, Maki.

You blink up at her lazily. Lashes fluttering. She reddens more at the movement, you like that.

“Maki,” you whisper, low enough so even Ijichi can’t hear, “I think it was an aphrodisiac.”

She looks away, pointlessly, to the back support cushions behind you. Her chin tucks close to her chest and you can hear the strain in her throat to whisper back just as low, “Can you hold out until we see Ieiri?”

“Mh-hmm,” you shake your head, thighs tightening around Maki’s hand and now using 80% of your brain power to not shamelessly grind on her, “No way…”

You need her. ‘Starved in a dungeon for weeks, and you finally see a fresh loaf of bread’ kind of need.

Maki feels something ugly burrow into her chest at the idea of Ijichi seeing you so weak and bothered. And something uglier arrives when she realizes it isn’t just because you’re an impaired friend - she doesn’t even want Shoko seeing you like this if she can help it. Looking over at Ijichi, Maki jerks her head towards the door.

“Wh-what?” Ijichi stutters out, head lowering.

“Get out!” she snaps.

“Yes, ma’am!” Ijichi jumps out of the car, slamming the door shut in the process.

Maki watches him shuffle towards the trunk and stand with his back facing the vehicle. He twiddles his thumbs and stares down the empty road. She thinks he might be pouting after getting yelled at. She doesn’t spend much time on the thought before you’re sitting up on your knees.

Her hand is (sadly) free from between your legs and you drop her arm to shakily place both your hands on her shoulders. You settle onto one of her thighs, arms curling around her neck. Your nose nudges hers and you press a kiss on Maki’s cheek.

She can feel how warm you are through your thin tights. Unsurely, Maki’s hands find your hips, “What should I…?”

You hum, moving to her other cheek and kissing there, too, “I need you, Maki.”

Her hands squeeze your hips. To stop you or ground herself, she isn’t sure. Both works, probably. Right?

“You’ll regret it later,” now, Maki’s hands try lifting you off of her thigh, “It’s not a good idea.”

“No!” you wail, nails digging into Maki’s shoulders, hips stubbornly remaining in place. You rear back to bat your lashes at her again, chest rising and falling with your gasping breaths, “Won’t regret it, I promise…” your hips lower on her thick thigh, she tenses below you, “I love you, Maki,” you kiss her cheek again, hoping to tempt her, “Love you so much. Need you so bad.

90% of your brain power goes towards not humping her leg like a dog.

She’s frozen solid, your feverish cheek presses to hers and you pray it melts through her icy exterior.

“So jealous of Yuuta,” you murmur, moving to ghost your lips over hers. They’re so much softer than you thought they’d be, and they taste like cherry chapstick. The kind that reminds you of cough syrup, “Talking about him ‘n’ how strong he is… I hate it. ‘m not stronger than you, Maki, but ‘m better than Yuuta,” you feel her grin, her body jolting to life as two hands find the sides of your face, “Just wanna show you that I’m better than Yuuta.”

“You’re jealous,” she ‘tsk’s, “but you’re the one calling Okkotsu by his given name.”

“Don’t be mad…” you fight against her hold on your head and purse your lips against hers, a chaste kiss from you to her, “I love Maki, not Yuuta.”

100% of your brain power is put into your self-control. It overheats your brain and Maki can almost hear the gears churning, smell the smoke pouring from your ears when you finally give up and rut down into her thigh with a shaky gasp. You roll your hips against her thigh once again to test her reaction - she flexes her leg and her hands fly down to your hips to guide your movement.

“Are you sure?”

You sigh against her lips when your clit catches sweetly on her thigh, nodding frantically and rubbing against her thigh faster, “Please, Maki? I’ll go totally crazy if you keep making me beg…”

She snickers against your lips, pausing to kiss you again while dragging your cunt over her flexed thigh, “Sorry.”

A pitchy whine is strangled in the back of your throat, the fire in your gut only burning hotter. Quickly unsatisfied with the dulling sensation between your legs, “Need more, Maki. ‘s not enough.”

Pulling back, Maki pushes up the leg you sit on, hoping to dig out the burning spores under your skin. She tilts her head, “What should I- what do you want?”

But you simply whine in response. Throwing your head back and grinding fruitlessly against her muscled thigh.

“Sorry, sorry,” she muttered, fingers abandoning your sides to dance up under your skirt, “So needy, you know that?”

“Hmph!” you lift your bobbing head to glare at the woman beneath you.

“What?” her nails bite into the snug, thin material of your tights. You gasp when the sharp pop of her fingers bursting the cloth rings out, she snickers at your doe-eyed stare, “They COMME des GARÇONS or something?”

Before you can begin jutting out your bottom lip and squirming off your tights by yourself, Maki worms her fingers through the gape and rips sideways. The warmth of her hand cups against your hot sex, the wet patch on your panties clinging to her skin. The sensation sends tingles down her spine. Down her spine and swirling around to her gut, swelling as you grind down into the heel of her palm.

“Please,” you lean down, pressing your forehead to hers. Heat fanning from your cheeks, and Maki can feel it. You know she can. You know she likes it, “Need you inside me, Maki.”

Her lithe fingers pull your panties to the side before running the pads of her middlemost fingers along your slit. Wetness glides down her skin, her head pitches up and her lips pucker. You meet her in the middle - soft and cherry-flavored - as her fingers slide inside you.

“So wet,” she muses against your lips, “I just slipped in, honey.”

“Need you,” you cant your hips down onto her fingers, “Need you so bad…”

“You really love me?” it could be teasing, but if you pry back the thickened, scarred skin beneath her uniform - you could feel that mushiness in her question. That softness of needing to know how you feel. Needing to know this isn’t a lie that some infection has conjured inside you.

“I love you!” her thumb nudges into your puffy clit, loosely swiping the characters of her name across the bundle. Fingers crooking up in an almost frenzied search for the little spot to put hearts in your eyes. You squeeze your arms tight around her neck, back arching and chest pressing close to Maki’s face, “Love you s’much, Maki! Wanna be your girl…”

She barely catches the admission over your whining moans.

“I’ll make you mine,” she juts her chin at you, “I’ll make all you mine.”

You squeal as she stirs the bubbling, electrified pot inside you, hips rocking down so you’re practically riding her fingers. Arms pulling back, you cup Maki’s soft cheeks and trap her head in place. Once again, your lips find hers.

Her wrist flexes with the force of her thrusting fingers, eagerly chasing the sensation of your velvety cunt sucking her deep inside you. The sloppy, crude sound of your wetness squelching out with every stroke inside your cunt makes her lightheaded. Her thumb quickens against your clit, and your thighs quiver on either side of her own.

“So pretty when you’re falling apart for me,” Maki rests her head against the seat, eyes lazily crawling along your form. She grins, wolfish in nature - like she could scarf you down whole if she pleased, “Really wanna be my girl, baby?”

She could.

“God, yes!” you firmly plant yourself against the heel of Maki’s palm, knocking her thumb off balance and grinding into the meat of her hand. Your juices drip down her hand as she continues to finger you in the backseat, watching the muscles in your thighs tense.

You’d let her.

“Then cum for me, yeah?”

A final press into your g-spot. One last nudge of your clit against her palm. Only one more peck of your lips to hers.

And you’re going limp, save for the unsteady twitching of your hips as the last of your release drools into Maki’s hand. Your head crashes down onto Maki’s shoulder, eyes drooping.

You yawn and Maki slowly pulls out of you, bracing her other hand against your hip to keep you from collapsing entirely. She settles you to slump fully on her lap. Her eyes stray to your cum, webbing between her fingers.

She wants it in her mouth. To slurp up the very essence of you and taste you on her tongue. But she pauses before committing.

That gas - powder? particles? poison? - could be contagious.

Though, if it were, she would’ve gotten it when kissing you, right?

But it could also be the sexual nature - the fact she’s ingesting your cum - that would spread it.

Looking down at you, your closed eyes and parted lips - if you aren’t sleeping, you’re definitely on your way. The heat is subsiding and your breathing has evened out.

There’ll be more opportunities later, she supposes. Mournfully, Maki wipes her sodden hand against her skirt before calling a shaky, flustered Ijichi back to the car.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #maki x reader #maki zenin x reader #maki smut #maki zenin smut #maki zenin fluff #maki zenin #jjk movie marathon event

782 notes · View notes

mikasadirtyscarf · 2 years

Text

YUUTA

@kookiechimm on Twitter

3K notes · View notes

xxsabitoxx · 2 years

Text

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬… 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Characters: Itadori, Megumi, Nobara, Toge, Maki, Yuta, Gojo & Nanami

Warnings: nothing crazy! Suggestive conversations & nudity

Y/N is Female in this — they are a tittie owner lol

A/N: I… am guilty of this habit & I thought it would be funny to write about how the JJK would react to walking in on you lol

Itadori

Bless his heart… it was an accident really. He’s usually one to knock… but only if it’s in the late hours of the night. Now though? It was mid-day, a hot one at that. “Yo, Y/N! Fushiguro wanted me to ask you…” he trailed off half way through the door, eyes wide as your arms came up to block your bare breasts. “ITADORI!” You screeched, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you desperately searched for a t-shirt, which was what you were doing before he barged in. “I’m so sorry!” He didn’t move from the doorway but his hands came up to cover his eyes. You should have expected this to happen at some point. “Knock next time! Fuck…” you finally found a shirt, slipping it over your head before giving him the okay. “Noted.” Was all he could muster, cheeks red with the image of your breasts engraved in his mind.

Fushiguro

You were in nothing but a pair of panties, ones that were riding up your ass to reveal supple cheeks. Your breasts were pressed into your comforter as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone. It was hot out, you were in your own room, what was the point of clothing? That carefree thought left your mind the moment a certain spiky haired someone walked through your door. “Y/N did you by chance…” a moment of silence followed as Megumi took a good look at you, without another word he turned back around and shut the door. “Is there a reason you are dressed like that.” It was loud enough for you to hear and enough for you to laugh instead of feeling embarrassed. “Is there a reason you didn’t knock?” You countered with a smile as you heard him huff. It was muffled but loud enough for you to hear “sorry.”

Kugisaki

You were mid-stretch when she walked in. “Kugisaki!” Your hands came down to hold your breasts, the girl just shrugged, moving past you towards your closet. “I need to borrow that cute shirt you bought the other week.” You rolled your eyes, taking your hands from your chest to flop stomach first on your bed. “You could knock, you know.” She shrugged again, a small “aha!” Leaving her lips when she found the shirt. “I could knock but you could also stop prancing around your room shirtless. I get it, your tits are nice.” You groaned as she pulled her shirt off, swapping it out with yours. “You’re so mean.” You caught Kugisaki’s discarded shirt, slipping it over your head as you sat up. “I’m only mean cause I love you.”

Gojo

You held no shame, especially in your shared apartment. Your roommate — the infamous Gojo Satoru — could couldn’t care less about how you chose to walk around your own room. Living with you for a while, he knew your habits in your private time. That didn’t stop him from barging in regardless. “Nice tits.” He brushed past you as you shook your head, combing your damp hair. “Thanks.” You mumbled back, eyeing the white haired man as he rummaged through you bedside drawer. “Do you still have my chapstick?” You snorted, hand coming up to cover your chest as you turned to face him. “No, I gave that back to you last night.” He didn’t seem satisfied with that answer. “Wanna fuck?” He straightened, moving to lift his shirt. It’s like he knew when you were dressed like this. “You need to start coming up with better excuses.”

Inumaki

He should have knocked, better yet, he should have made his presence known. Instead he was frozen in your doorway, watching you bounce around to music I nothing but a pair of short shorts. It took all of thirty seconds for you to whirl around and finally notice him, a shrill shriek leaving you as your hands flew to your chest. You were more embarrassed that you had been caught badly dancing, never mind the fact that your breasts were exposed. You watched him quickly sign and apology to you, one you accepted once you caught your breath. “You should have said something.” Inumaki sighed, head tilting as he signed “really?” To you. You shook your head, laughing as you rummaged around for a shirt. “You could have told me to stop. I’m embarrassed!”

Maki

You were pacing your room, nothing but a pair of underwear clinging to your ass as you talked on the phone. “Yeah I know.” You groaned, frustrated with the person on the other line. Maki, who’s wall shared yours, could hear your growing frustration. Out of curiosity, she made her way next door. “Yo, y/n. Who are you—“ she froze mid-step, jaw dropping as she took in the sight of you. Your head whirled to face her, a hand slapping over your mouth to keep the person on the other line blissfully aware. You watched her push her glasses up her face, shamelessly checking you out. “Well damn.” She whispered, a smirk creeping up her face. “I should barge in more often if I get to see you looking like that.” You held back a whine, arm covering your chest as you turned away to finish your conversation

Okkotsu

“Y/n!! You need to come see what Inumaki and panda are…” you froze, shirt over your head with your breasts complete exposed. Both of you were shocked for a moment, you recovered much quicker than Yuta, arms struggling to free themselves so you could block your chest from his sight. “I’M SO SORRY!“ Yuta screeched, stumbling backwards out of your doorway. “It’s alright! It’s okay really!” You walked after him, worried he’d fall from the amount of backwards steps he was taking. “I-just get dressed!” He couldn’t meet your eyes, especially with the way you were squishing your breasts. “I-oh! Right! Sorry sorry…” you turned back, dashing into your room before anyone else saw you, all the while leaning Yuta an embarrassed heap on the floor.

Nanami

“Nanami?!” You squealed as the blonde stepped into your room, hand reaching for a blanket while the other covered your chest. “Fuck almighty, why aren’t you dressed?” He immediately looked away, hand coming up to shield his eyes while you made yourself decent. You never locked your door, typically your roommate was fairly good with knocking. Well, most of the time he didn’t knock but you were dressed so it didn’t matter. “Cause I’m in the comfort of my own bed. Did you see my whole chest?!” You watched him nod, flopping back on your bed to kick your feet and groan. “Knock next time!” He looked back up to see the blanket had shifted off your chest. “You’re exposed again.” Curt and soft, this time he had to turn away completely. “Oh come on!”

4K notes · View notes

lostalienchild · 3 months

Text

The lack of jjk wlw smut is BAFFLING

#nobara smut #I'm gonna have to get in on this #maki zenin #maki zenin smut #yuki jjk #yuki tsukumo smut #nobara kugisaki #mei mei #mei mei smut #jjk shoko #shoko ieiri #shoko ieiri smut #utahime iori #utahime smut #mai jjk #momo jjk #miwa jjk

159 notes · View notes

mommypieck · 8 months

Text

⌗︙・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."

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #maki zenin x you #maki zenin smut #maki zenin x reader

2K notes · View notes

vienssunshine · 6 months

Text

What are the Halloween costumes that would drive JJK characters crazy?

pairings: Maki, Choso, and Nanami x fem!reader nsfw: drug use, implied sexual activity

Maki: Black Cat

Maki has no issue with your "costume" being just lingerie and cat ears. Well, you had drawn a little triangle on your cute nose, so she'd give you credit for that. But even so, how could she mind the basic costume when you made it look so good? It's hard to focus on the conversation she's having when the body suit—so tight on your gorgeous silhouette—is riding up on your hips, allowing her to make out the curve of your ass. And just below it, she can see your black thigh highs and how they squeeze your legs, a little bit of your flesh spilling out over the top. With a sight like this, she can't stand there staring the whole time, she has to come over and introduce herself to the pretty girl in the cat costume. You'd giggle your name back to her and do a terrible job of hiding how your eyes flick down to the strong but elegant hands of hers that you just took a drink from. Later in the night, when you two end up pressed together in the closet of someone's house, she would show you how she's quite the cat person and knows how to take care of your pussy.

Choso: Vampire

This boy is emo!!! And so touch starved, so when you're smoking his weed outside of your friend’s party and you playfully threaten to bite his neck, he agrees. With a fanged smile, you pass the blunt back to him and place your hands on his built shoulders so you can close in on your victim. He shudders at the sensation of your breath on his throat, pulse thumping through his neck as he senses you move closer and closer until your fake fangs graze his pale skin. His hand grabs onto your arm, but he doesn’t stop you as you gently bite his flesh. It’s not enough to draw blood, but it still sends a shiver of—fear? excitement? ...arousal?—down his spine. As a thank you for providing make-believe sustenance, you remove your fangs from his neck and plant a gentle kiss in their place, causing his fingers to squeeze around your arm. Your kiss leaves a smear of your red lipstick on his skin, but he doesn’t wipe it off, he likes being marked.

Nanami: Classic Movie Killer

Nanami would find all your little teases about how he should ‘watch out’ because ‘there’s a serial killer on the loose’, very entertaining. You’d brandish your flimsy plastic knife and draw a line across his throat with it while telling him he should be grateful you haven’t killed him yet since, if you wanted to, you could. He’d cross his arms, showcasing his strong, veiny forearms, and tilt his head with an “Oh yeah?” and watch as you stumble over yourself to double down on your empty threats. Aside from the fact that he would be able to pin you in under a second, he knows it'd be impractical to kill anyone in the skimpy get-up you're wearing. Not that he doesn't like the little 'killer' outfit though, he actually has a hard time keeping his eyes from roaming the bloodied, exposed skin your crop-top and skirt reveal. Of course he’d keep his composure at the Halloween party, but after it he'd take you home and rip off your costume, leaving you bare and naked and dripping with arousal, and it’s only then he'd allow himself to teach you who should be scared of who.

#jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk hcs #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #maki zenin x reader #zenin maki x reader #choso kamo x reader #kamo choso x reader #maki zenin smut #nanami kento smut #choso kamo smut #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x female reader

710 notes · View notes

chosos-mascara · 1 year

Text

girl

𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙯𝙚𝙣'𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

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.

1.8k words

"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!!

#maki x reader #jjk x reader #maki smut #maki zenin smut #maki zenin x reader #maki zenin x you #zenin x reader #jjk smut #jjk gay smut #jjk women smut #girl x girl smut #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #maki jjk x reader

1K notes · View notes

rubywithecat · 1 year

Text

Where and how they like to fck (JJK characters) Pt.2

——

(T/w: Minors do not interact. Slightly mature and sexual contents included.)

——

Maki Zenin

(In the hallway)

She likes eating you own for her own pleasure

She would trap you within the wall and her as she grab your hands up to the wall and pressed them with one of her hands so u couldn’t move

She loves seeing your pretty face during it so she won’t look anywhere except your face which makes u blush in embarrassment

She is a dom and will call u “princess” or pet name

Geto Suguru

(Library)

Not usually the public library but a library in his house.

Ended up fcking u on the ladder which is used to get the books

He doesn’t take off your clothes fully

His biggest turn on is when u wear knee socks

Likes to take full charge and likes to try out new positions every-time

He is a big fan of mirror sex

Yuta Okkotsu

(Midnight skinny dipping in pool)

Gosh! It’s just so relaxing that time and perfect time to have pleasure

With the heat of the water in pool and kissing your lips passionately it turns him on when he see u in bikini

He would grab u and make ur legs on his shoulder while he holds ur waist and take pleasure

He seems to go soft but is actually a dom and u were surprise how he is so good at dirty talking

Toge Inumaki

(In the couch)

He likes when u sit on his lap and ride him

He would also lay you down on the couch as he take the top

He is a switch and sometimes goes realy rough

U have to praise him or do the talk as he will mostly be silent and just shows the pleasure in his face reaction

Nobara kugisaki

(In a dressing room)

She likes to role play a lot and dressing room is perfect place to do so

She is very confident in what she is doing and will do the job herself in pride

She leaves all the hikey on the areas where u can’t cover

She would gives a huge smirk as she teases

She is possessive and will make u say how good u feel or she won’t let u finish

——

What should I write next?👀

——

780 notes · View notes

hvly · 9 days

Text

— ⋆｡˚｡⋆ ｡˚ 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.

— ⋆｡˚｡⋆ ｡˚ 𓆩𖥔𓆪 ˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆ —

#𓆩𖥔𓆪 — verses #maki x reader #maki zenin x reader #maki x you #maki zenin x you #maki smut #maki zenin smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #if it sucks don’t let me know i don’t want to hear it #i tried and that should be the only thing that matters

68 notes · View notes

roseychains · 24 days

Text

This is so maki coded

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk maki #maki zenin #maki zenin x reader #maki zenin x you #maki x reader #maki x you #maki smut #maki zenin smut

109 notes · View notes

kentoberry · 2 years

Text

I'M A SHOOTING STAR ! — jujutsu kaisen.

ft : satoru gojo, suguru geto, maki zen'in (separate)

ABOUT: with a pretty thing such as yourself, who can resist pressing 'record'?

WARNINGS: sub afab reader (gn terms), recording, ruined orgasms, overstimulation, slight ahegao (gojo), degradation, squirting, unrealistic cervix kissing, smoking (geto), balcony sex, handjob, blowjob, taking photos, strap ons, slight size kink.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

SATORU GOJO

"come on, pretty thing, all eyes are on you!"

gojo had his chest pressed against your back and a camera pointing directly at you. your tits bounced as he thrust his fat cock up into you, balls slapping against your cunt with each movement. he loved to abuse the power that he wielded as the most powerful sorcerer of this generation, using his strength to play with your body like you were his personal fleshlight.

"'toru!" you squealed, "'s too much!"

he'd been fucking you non-stop for at least an hour, ruining your orgasms each time. it turned you into a sweet, brainless doll for him — just the way that he liked. he'd even turned your bedroom into something akin to an amateur porn set, with ring lights and cameras set up to catch your every expression as you fell apart on his cock. as a dreamy sob slipped past your lips, gojo finally decided it was time to grant his pliant cocksleeve their release.

"one more, sweetheart, fucking take it!"

gojo's thrusts became more vicious as his nimble fingers sought after your swollen clit. massaging tight, skillful circles around the bud had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and jaw going slack. your tongue lolled out of your mouth: the look on your dumb face was priceless. the reflection in the vanity across from you caught gojo's eye, and he almost busted his load right there and then.

"you like being fucked silly on my cock, bunny? hmm? make sure you look right at that lens when you cum, i want to see my filthy little camslut cream all over me,"

tears began to stream down your face as you came, and gojo gripped your hair and forced you to look directly into the camera as you whined his name. his movements didn't halt until he filled your needy cunt with his cum, painting your quivering walls with thick ivory ropes.

some of it leaked out of you as gojo fucked uou through his orgasm, emptying his balls into your womb. one particular jab against your cervix elicited the most sinful mewl from you, back arching against your lover as liquid gushed from your cunt, soaking the bedsheets in your juices.

"holy shit, angel, you get more perfect every second."

SUGURU GETO

after fucking your brains out, geto often escaped to the balcony adjacent to your bedroom and lit up a cigarette. he'd either make sure you were sound asleep in one of his shirts or carry you out in his lap wrapped in a heavy blanket. typically he wore only his boxers, for your apartment was too high up in the building for anybody to really care.

tonight, however, you were insatiable. the sorcerer had made you cum over and over again on his cock, but you just wanted more. you thought that a shower would help quell your neediness, yet all you could think about were geto's hands on your body as you traced over the marks that he'd left on your skin. you craved his cock inside of you, so you sauntered out onto the balcony, clad in only your towel, to visit your lover.

"baby? 's that you?" he questioned as you slid open the french doors. instead of speaking, you simply got on your knees before him and laid your head on his muscular thigh. he simply tsked, taking another drag of his cigarette and resuming scrolling on his phone. he knew exactly what you wanted from the lustful glint in your blown pupils: "go on then."

as quickly as he gave you the affirmative, your hands were peeling back the band of his boxers and freeing his half-hard cock. you took it in your fist, unable to wrap your fingers right around his shaft due to its immense girth. few pumps compared with the cool breeze had him stiff, glittery beads of precum cascading down his cock. "shit, darling,"

you peered up at him with wide eyes, feigning innocence as you kissed the tip of his cock before wrapping your lips around the appendage and doing your best to swallow as much as you could. if the sight before him wasn't enough to tell, geto could see how horny you still were by the way that you began rutting against your heels whilst swallowing his cock.

the man grew weak at the state of you, putting his phone down for a second to undo your towel and reveal those pretty tits littered with marks that he'd left prior. he wanted to capture this moment forever, and had the ingenious idea that he actually could. geto grabbed his phone, quickly opening the camera app.

with his cigarette still balanced between his thick fingers, he took an array of shots of your lips wrapped around his cock. when you heard the first shutter of his camera, you played up to it a little. you took him as deep into your throat as you could and held if for a moment, once again looking up with those bright eyes — the only difference this time was that you were focused on the camera instead of geto himself. he used his free hand to guide your head, fucking your throat until he was finally ready to cum once again.

when he did, he pulled you off of his cock and asked you to hold your tits together. too needy to care, you obeyed his wish without hesitiation, pushing your breasts together as geto pumped himself a couple of times before releasing all over your chest. for somebody who had already filled your cunt with his cum a couple of times, he had a surprising amount left in him.

you looked so fucking heavenly with his seed painting your tits that he couldn't help but grab another couple of images. when satisfied with his impromptu photoshoot, geto relaxed back into his seat and patted his thigh, motioning for you to scurry into his lap.

"sit on my cock whilst i finish my smoke, darling, and maybe i'll fuck you over the railing like the dirty whore you are."

MAKI ZEN'IN

"you can take it, baby," maki encouraged.

she had you lay flat on your back as she stood over you, her cock, the thickest dildo that she owned, teasing your drooling folds. its lube-soaked tip tapped your clit, leaving you whimpering in anticipation.

"'s too big!" you complained.

that's precisely why maki held a camera in her hand, wanting to prove to you that your pretty little cunt could take all of her cock — plus, she'd also be left with a sex tape of her darling, which was certainly a bonus. the light emitting from the flash made your arousal glisten and glitter in the harsh lighting, only making maki want to fuck you harder. "ready for me, slut?"

maki didn't even need to look too closely to line her cock up with your hole, having done it a multitude of times prior. due to the fact that this toy was girthier than the one she typically wore, she took her time stretching you out. her thumb found it's way to your puffy clit, working to replace and pain with euphoria.

you couldn't hold back whines of your girlfriend's name, louder than usual as you knew that maki was recording. being put on display like this had you exponentially more worked up than usual. your cunt fluttered around maki's cock, doing its best to accommodate for its size.

she had your toes curling as she finally bottomed out inside of you, the head of her toy nestled snug against your cervix. the woman put her lens closer to your cunt, spreading your labia and coming dangerously close to moaning at the sheer sight of your cunt swallowing her whole.

"pretty fuckin' baby," she mumbled under her breath as she began to move her hips. she'd already proven that you could take all of her, and now the final crown jewel of the evening would be to make you cream around her cock.

tags: @playboism @kujousgf

#kentoberryposts #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #satoru gojo smut #geto smut #suguru geto smut #maki smut #maki zenin smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #getou smut #gojou smut #maki x reader #maki zenin x reader #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #jjk x gender neutral reader

3K notes · View notes