discipline isnβt your strong suit, huh?
bully!maki zenin x f!reader wlwπ©Ά
cw : enemies to ???, public locker room, humiliation, size kink, obsession, possessive groping, ass grabbing, gaslighting, subtle dubcon, femdom, unwanted attraction
sparring with maki zenin felt like war. not the kind with rules or points or technique. not something honorable. not even something fair. it was domination. and you were her favorite target.
βon the mat,β gojo called lazily, clapping his hands once as students lined the walls of the wide gym space. βzenin. youβre up.β
she didnβt hesitate. she never did.
you saw her eyes flick across the room the moment your name left gojoβs mouth just a half-second beat of recognition, her jaw clenching, her fingers tightening around the cloth wrapped around her palms.
you heard it even if she didnβt say it.
βget moving,β maki barked, not waiting for you to step up before she was already cracking her neck and rolling her shoulders, towering in the center of the mat. βor do you need a written invitation?β
your body was already tight. nerves high. stomach fluttering with something between dread and anger. you were used to this now.
used to the way she always picked you for these demonstrations never out of respect, never out of camaraderie. only ever out of something nastier. bitter. compulsive. like some itch she needed to scratch with your bruises.
maki was taller. broader. heavier. the sleeves of her dark training uniform cut clean at the shoulders, revealing thick muscle coiled along her arms. her legs, wrapped in tight black compression, were carved with power solid, long, lethal. standing opposite her felt like facing a wall of tension.
you, on the other hand? you barely came to her shoulder. your body was smaller, softer. thinner wrists, thinner waist, not a single defined muscle to be found. and she knew that. god, did she know it.
her eyes raked over you slow, calculating, a flicker of a smirk pulling at her mouth.
βthought youβd quit by now,β she muttered under her breath. βguess you really are a masochist.β
βguess youβre just obsessed,β you snapped.
murmurs sparked from the students circling the mat, but gojo only raised a brow. βkeep it clean,β he said lazily.
as if that was possible with her.
your first mistake was going for her midsection.
you knew better. but you were sick of the way she looked at you like sheβd already won. like she always wins. so you tried to catch her off guard.
she didnβt even flinch.
her arm snapped up, catching your wrist mid-swing. her hand engulfed yours like it was nothing. your whole body twisted with the momentum but she didnβt let go.
βsloppy,β she murmured.
her grip shifted low. her palm skated along your ribs under the guise of guiding your balance, but it lingered. pressed. squeezed. you shuddered.
βtighten here,β she said coolly, her thumb pushing just below your breast, right where your braβs edge curved under your shirt.
you jerked back blushing, breath caught but her hand released just as quickly, her expression unreadable. to everyone else, it looked like correction. to you? it felt like a warning. the match dragged.
maki wasnβt fighting to win.
she was fighting to wear you down.
every movement was heavy. calculated. her legs swept under yours with perfect rhythm, knocking you off balance again and again, catching your waist just in time to keep you upright. and every time she touched you, her hand landed somewhere new. somewhere deliberate.
your stomach. the side of your chest. the inside of your thigh, just close enough to graze heat before sliding away.
βyouβre shaking,β she whispered after she hooked her leg behind yours and spun you into her arms close, too close, her breath hot against your cheek.
βfuck off,β you gasped.
she caught your chin in her gloved fingers for just a moment. βso polite.β
the turning point came fast.
you went for her shoulder, ducking low to try and use your height to your advantage. you almost had her off balance. but then she caught you mid-motion, twisted your body, and slammed you into the mat on your back, pinning you beneath her knees.
your breath escaped in a choked gasp.
her weight pressed hard between your hips, anchoring you. one hand braced beside your head. the other?
slid down your side. across your stomach. curved deliberately over your chest.
her fingers molded to your breast thumb brushing the top. not rough. not even firm.
your lips parted in shock. your body arched beneath hers on instinct, trying to push her off but she leaned in closer, mouth brushing your ear.
βdidnβt expect you to be soft,β she whispered.
you let out a shaky breath. βget off me.β
your hand slapped her shoulder.
then she rolled off slowly, deliberately standing to her full height.
gojo clapped lazily from the edge. βgood form. a little aggressive, but good balance.β
you were still lying there. chest heaving. eyes wide.
you stood up in silence, pulling your shirt down over your chest, trembling from more than just the fight. maki watched you. still. like she was waiting for something. and then she muttered, just under her breath.
βdidnβt peg you for the squirmy type.β
your body felt like itβd been scraped raw.
not from the sparring not entirely. not from the slams, the pins, the burn of the mat on your elbows and knees. no, it was the way maki had touched you during it. held you. gripped you. her palm on your chest, her voice in your ear, the way her fingers didnβt just correct your form they invaded it.
and now, your mind wouldnβt let it go.
you were still shaking when you stepped into the locker room. fluorescent light buzzed above, half-flickering. steam curled from the back showers in soft clouds, warming the tile. towels slapped. lockers clanged. other girls talked around you, but it all felt like static. like the room was underwater.
you turned the corner to your locker and stopped cold.
maki stood tall in front of the row of open lockers, one leg propped on the bench, towel thrown lazily over her shoulders. her skin gleamed from the heat still wet from the shower. water dripped from her dark green ponytail down her neck, between the perfect dip of her back, and across the curve of her ass.
her body was built like a weapon every inch toned, thick, taut. thighs cut from marble. abs hard but subtle. tits firm, high, naturally round. her hips flared wide and steady, like she was meant to hold you down.
you hated her. hated her.
you hated how your body reacted to hers.
and you hated that she saw it.
maki didnβt glance up, but her voice was cool and easy.
βyouβre staring again.β
you rolled your eyes. βdonβt flatter yourself.β
water still glistened across her chest. her nipples were tight, flushed against the chill, framed by the slope of her breasts. her arms hung loose at her sides, but her stance said alpha. unshaken. completely unbothered.
you were still in your damp hoodie. still shaking with leftover rage. still raw.
βyou gonna throw another tantrum?β she asked, tilting her head. βor did that little hand on your tit actually shut you up for once?β
you shouldβve left the second she stepped into the shower.
you heard her voice through the steam, the water slapping against her shoulders. you could feel her getting closer. every step made the air heavier, thicker.
your spine was pressed to the tile, arms crossed under your chest, jaw locked. you werenβt sure what burned more your muscles or the back of your throat. you hadnβt spoken since the spar ended.
then her voice. low. too close.
you didnβt answer. didnβt move. she stepped forward anyway.
you turned, and she was there.
steam clung to her skin, water dripping from her tits down her ribs, across the cut of her stomach. her hair stuck to her jaw. her eyes calm. hungry.
βstill pretending you didnβt like it?β
you scoffed. βgo shower somewhere else.β
she stepped in. the slick floor gave a soft squeak under her heel. then she stopped, barely a breath away from you. her hand lifted soft, casual fingertips brushing your hip.
then she grabbed a handful your ass.
you flinched, teeth gritted, about to speak
her palm cracked against you. the sound echoed in the tile room, a wet sting blooming across your skin like heat lighting a fuse.
you gasped. βyou touch me again and iβll break your fucking.."
another one. harder. the same spot. the burn deepened, your leg jerking.
βthen do it,β she murmured. βbut donβt pretend your cunt didnβt twitch.β
you opened your mouth to shove her back, but she caught your wrist.
dragged your hand to her chest.
her breast was warm. soaked. the nipple hard. your fingers closed before you could stop them.
she exhaled. then grabbed the back of your neck.
and pulled your mouth to her tit.
you sucked slow on her nipple, then harder. tongue flicking. her nipple rolled between your teeth. her breath hitched.
βjust like that,β she whispered.
then her thigh pressed between your legs.
you twitched. your clit grazed her muscle, heat blooming between your thighs. her hand lifted your other leg, knee bent, balancing you open.
βstop,β you whispered.
she lifted you fully. your ass cupped in her palms, back pinned to the tile. water poured between you both. your cunt landed right against hers.
flesh met flesh. slick. soft. everything too hot. too swollen.
then she moved her hips grinding. your pussy dragged against hers wet lips parting, clits bumping, smearing slick between both of you. your body bucked.
βfeel that?β she breathed.
you did. every nerve in your cunt was lit. your body was trembling. your clit slipped over hers with each rut of her hips, and the sounds wet, messy, obscene filled the shower like porn on full volume.
you grabbed her tits, mouth open, tongue lapping at her tit.
she moaned into your neck.
βstop.. iβm gonna cum !"
βthen fucking do it.β
her hands grabbed your ass again, yanking you harder against her hips.
you came. screaming. sobbing.
your legs locked around her. pussy spasming. slick gushing between you. your nails scraped her shoulders.
she fucked you through it grinding, breathing heavy, jaw clenched.
then her orgasm hit. you felt it in the way her cunt clenched against yours, the way her mouth crushed against your throat, the way her hips lost rhythm.
you both collapsed against the tile, still stuck together.
not until your breath slowed.
then, quietly, against your cheek.
βyou looked so fucking pretty crying like that.β
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