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maki zen'in

It had been a while since you got a good look at her, but damn had she gotten hotter.

You watched in awe as she practically minced the cursed spirit in front of you, not even needing to lift a finger as she, very kindly, cleared the path for you. Even in an alley she was fast, efficient, as she jumped from wall to wall to get the larger of the few left. It was like they were bugs, and just like bugs they moved closer to the light that was Maki. You couldn't stop the banging of your heart against your ribcage; just watching her made your adrenaline kick up, excited, aroused, whatever you wanna call it. All you knew was that you felt like one of those bugs. You needed to follow her, needed to see her story unravel.

It's not like it was your first time watching her fight, but something about her right now just had you itching to touch her. To have her on you, above you, her hands—

"C'mon, we gotta get moving," she yanked her sword out of the last curse in her trail of bloody subjects, turning her neck to look at you with those pretty eyes of hers, "if Sukuna is free, then we gotta make sure we unseal Gojo and start forming an actual plan. Sooner we get there the better."

"Can't we rest a little bit? You've been working so hard, haven't even let me kill any cursed spirits," you went up to her back, massaging her shoulders, finding any reason to touch her, "what if we need to fight once we get over there? If you've overworked yourself, then you won't be able to give it your all..."

She sighed, holding one of your hands in hers as she fully turned towards you, kissing the back of it with gentle lips. You two weren't so far off in height, and yet, her body just seemed to tower over you. Chest swelling with every breath, her grip strong even without trying. She was pure muscle, built to destroy, but in this moment she was like a gentle giant. Allowing the little mouse to come close.

You wanted her to squish you, to claim you, make you feel small, smaller.

"We don't have enough time. I know we've been walking for a while, but we're almost there," she pulled you close, wrapping her arms around you, resting her head against yours, "hold on for a little longer, 'kay? Promise I'll make it worth your— mph!"

You didn't give her enough time to finish her sentence, already wrapping your arms around her neck, bringing her in for a kiss. You couldn't help yourself; watching her be so authoritative, so strong, just made you wanna soften her up. Prove to yourself that she still has a soft bone inside her. That her heart is still there.

And, as much as she insists that she's this hard sorcerer that will never love again, there she is. Kissing you back, cupping your face, holding you by your waist as she gives in to her desires. She's always denying it, but you know that there's something about killing curses, her overbearing strength, that gives her a high like no other. You could see it on her face; could see the pure happiness that it brought her to swing that sword of hers, give her sister what she wanted. It was a rush to her, but to you it was a euphoria like no other. It was something about the air around her after that left you with this nerve-wracking feeling in your belly. Like a rollercoaster ride, going up and up until you could get her to give you what you wanted. So when she's kissing you, picking you up and pinning you against the cold, brick wall, you know that she's giving in. Giving it to you how you want it.