MAKI ZENIN x Male Reader (Fluff)

You weren't stalking her.

Let's get that clear.

You were just… walking. Minding your own business. Drinking water. Being normal.

And then you saw her.

Maki. Training. Shirtless.

The first thought that hit you was, Wow. She's insane.

The second?

Holy shit, I am so screwed.

Because, really, how were you supposed to react to this?

The way her muscles flexed, the sweat glistening on her skin, the sheer power behind every movement—your brain just short-circuited.

You weren't even breathing.

"Are you gonna stand there gawking," Maki called out, not even out of breath, "or are you gonna actually train?"

You didn't respond. You couldn't.

Because, God, she was hot.

You barely realized you had been standing there like an idiot until Maki walked up to you, wiping sweat from her face.

Her very defined, very sculpted face.

You snapped your eyes up immediately. Too fast.

She narrowed her eyes. "You good?"

"Me?!" you blurted out, voice an octave higher than it should be. "Oh, yeah. Totally. Never better. Great. Fantastic."

Maki raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Yep. Completely. Just admiring the—" you almost said view but caught yourself, "--the… uh… air. Good air today."

She just stared.

You were sweating.

"You're an idiot," she finally muttered, turning away.

You exhaled. Crisis avoided.

Until—

"Unless," she added, a smirk tugging at her lips, "you were checking me out."

Your soul left your body.

Your first instinct was to deny everything.

Your second?

To double down.

You crossed your arms, heart hammering in your chest, and shrugged.

"So what if I was?"

Maki actually paused.

Like, really paused.

You saw the exact second she processed your words, her smirk faltering for just half a second.

Then—

She grinned.

"Oh?" she said, stepping closer.

You instantly regretted everything.

"You think I'm hot, Y/N?" she teased, fully aware of what she was doing to you.

Your brain: ERROR 404.

Your mouth: "I mean—look at you, Maki, you're—"

Your brain: SHUT UP.

Maki, thoroughly enjoying your suffering, leaned in slightly. "I'm what?"

You swallowed hard. "Ridiculously… distractingly… unfairly hot."

Maki laughed.

Like, actually laughed.

"Not my fault you have no self-control," she said, patting your cheek before walking back to her training spot.

You stood there, frozen, watching her pick up her weapons like she hadn't just shattered your entire existence.

"Are you gonna stand there all day, or are you gonna spar with me?" she called over her shoulder.

You blinked. Oh. Right. Words. Actions. Moving.

"Yeah—yeah, I'll spar," you muttered, stepping forward, trying very hard to focus on literally anything except the way her muscles moved.

You failed.

Miserably.

You had made many mistakes in your life.

But agreeing to spar with Maki Zenin?

This was, by far, the worst.

"Alright," Maki said, cracking her knuckles. "I won't go easy on you."

You chuckled, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, yeah. I can handle it."

Maki raised an eyebrow. "Can you?"

You should've run.

But no.

You stayed.

And God help you.

You lasted exactly 𝟏𝟎 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬.

Maki knocked your ass down immediately.

You didn't even see her move. One second you were standing, the next—

BAM.

Flat on your back, staring at the sky.

Maki crouched down, smirking at you. "That was sad, Y/N."

You wheezed. "I wasn't ready—"

"Sounds like a you problem."

Round two.

You got up, determined to at least last longer this time.

You charged.

Maki yawned. Sidestepped.

You blinked. Where the hell did she—

WHAM.

You were face down in the dirt. Again.

Maki put a hand on your back, pinning you down effortlessly.

"Wow," she said, fake sympathy dripping in her tone. "You really suck at this."

You groaned. "I hate you."

She patted your head like a dog. "No, you don't."

After getting thrown around like a sack of rice for the tenth time, you were done.

"Okay," you panted. "I surrender."

Maki rolled her eyes. "Are you really giving up? That's weak, Y/N."

"You bodyslammed me—"

"And?"

"And?! That's not normal!"

She snorted. "What, you thought I was gonna let you win?"

"...Maybe?"

Maki grinned. A terrifying, predatory grin.

"Oh," she said, stepping closer. "You poor, dumb thing."

You gulped. "Maki—"

She grabbed your wrist and flipped you onto your back. Again.

You hit the ground with a wheeze.

Maki straddled your waist, leaning down with a smirk. "That's how you pin someone properly, Y/N."

Oh.

Oh.

Your brain short-circuited.

Maki's face was inches from yours. She was smirking. Sweaty. On top of you.

And she knew exactly what she was doing.

You cleared your throat. "Maki."

"Yeah?"

"You're kinda... straddling me."

"Yeah."

"...On purpose?"

She grinned. "Obviously."

You stared. She was enjoying this.

Your hands were on her thighs. When did that happen?!

Maki smirked. "I should manhandle you more often."

Your brain was in flames.

You were done.

Finished.

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Not physically. Oh, no. That? You could handle.

It was the way she toyed with you.

The way she smirked after pinning you down for the tenth time.

The way she straddled your waist and stayed there.

And now, you were sitting across from her, arms crossed, scowling.

Maki? She was grinning.

"What's wrong, Y/N? You look pissed."

You didn't answer.

Because you were pissed.

Because you were tired of being treated like some weak little thing she could push around.

Because she knew exactly what she was doing.

And worst of all?

She was winning.

"Admit it. You like it when I'm on top of you"

Your grip on your water bottle tightened.

She said that.

She actually said that.

Maki leaned back on her hands, smirking. "Oh? Did I hit a nerve?"

You clenched your jaw. "Maki—"

She tilted her head. "Say it, Y/N."

"Say what?"

"That you like it when I'm on top."

Your brain short-circuited.

Maki laughed. "You're blushing. Wow, you're so easy."

That was it.

You moved fast.

She didn't have time to react before you had her caged against the wall.

She blinked. "Oh?"

You leaned in. Too close. Close enough to see her pupils dilate.

"Not so fun when you're the one getting pushed around, huh?"

She scoffed. "As if—"

You grabbed her chin.

Maki froze.

Silence.

A beat.

And then?

She grinned.

"Oh, Y/N.

You just made a mistake."

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥.

Your back hit the mat. Again.

And this time?

Maki wasn't moving.

She was straddling you again. Pinning you down.

But this time?

This time was different.

She wasn't smirking.

She was studying you.

And then—

She rolled her hips.

𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.

Your brain short-circuited.

She leaned in. "You look like you want something."

You swallowed hard.

Maki smirked. "Say it."

Your hands twitched against the mat.

She leaned closer.

"Say please, Y/N."

Your breathing hitched.

You didn't say a word.

Didn't need to.

Because next thing you knew?

Maki was dragging you off the mat.

And this time?

You knew exactly where she was taking you.