drunk words, sober thoughts
pairing: maki zenin x reader (side yutamaki x reader)
summary: maki who gets you drunk to hear your true feeling about her boyfriend yuuta
warnings: suggestive (18+ only). fem!reader. pervy!maki
playing: Sugar On My Tongue by Tyler, The Creator
you're always a bit looser when you get drunk.
“-it's just,” you pause hiccupping, “i just feel like he really doesn't like me.” you swirl the liquor around in the shot glass, pouting down into it.
across from you on the couch, maki smirks at your state, carefully looking you up and down. her finger traces the rim of her own glass as her gaze roams the smooth expanse of your legs under the soft skirt you're wearing. she responds without tearing her eyes away from them.
“you're not even paying attention!” you jerk at her inattentive answer, sake dangerously sloshing to the edge of the cup as you jolt closer to her.
her eyes meet yours again, and she's happy that you're drunk because you didn't even realize that she had been checking you out.
quite frankly she's thankful, because you always get so cute and bratty when you get a bit of liquor in your system, shedding that careful and shy personality that you always seem to wear. though she's be lying if she said that she didn't like both versions of you equally.
she likes all versions of you, even ones she hasn't seen yet. ones where, if your flushed cheeks and hazy eyes are any indication, she can already imagine you crying and writhing under her in pleasure from what she wants to do to you. her eyes darken as the fantasy unravels at how soft you'll be, how lovely. maybe you'll even cry when she—
“—heyyy, i knew you weren't paying attention.” your face is right up in hers now, and she's trying so hard not to slip back into that fantasy at the way your eyes water and pout deepens.
“i'm sorry alright?” she shifts, but the position change only makes her more aware of the dampness building in her panties.
you huff, “you're sorry but you're the one who asked me about yuuta first.”
oh yeah, her boyfriend, right. maki's not sorry at the fact that she feels this way about you right now. in fact, yuuta would probably be thrilled. it was his idea to get you loosened up like this in the first place even though he isn't here.
maki should be disgusted at the fact that her boyfriend also likes you. it actually just makes her more excited. yuuta acts so pathetic around you, not that you can tell.
“i just want to make sure that my favorite two people are getting along." you don't need to know that he deliberately asks her for your location so that he can hang out with you alone.
you giggle, “we can't be your two favorite people, we're the only two people you like.”
“hmm, i guess that's true too.” she adds uncommittedly, spreading herself back into the couch. she can't ignore the way your eyes follow the tensing and relaxing of her muscles on her arms and legs as she does so. you're in your own world now, drunken rambles temporarily paused. a dark satisfaction grows in her when you shift, your thighs pushing together for just a second, so quick that if she hadn't already been watching you, she would have missed it.
“so.." she breaks you out of the spell, watching as you warm with whatever you had just been thinking. maki's mean in the way that she wants to watch you squirm in your desire, the same way that yuuta does when he wants her with an intensity his body can't contain.
“… what do you really think of yuuta?”
she watches you flounder for an answer. “.. i thought i already answered that?” you ask her and yourself, so cutely.
“yeah you did, but it was a bad answer.” the arm hanging over the backrest reaches up to twirl around a lock of your hair.
her voice deepens, carefully, so she can see the way your eyes dilate at the lower tone. “you can be honest with me, it's just the two of us here.” ignoring the way she is definitely gonna tell yuuta exactly what you said. her skin is already warming at the way he's gonna react to it.
you look to the finger twisting your hair, back to her gaze, though it's hard for you to hold it, your own dropping to your lap.
“—mhmm—,” she encourages you, shifting close enough to feel the warmth of your body.
“—kinda cute i guess.” at your admission you close up, drawing your knees into your body like you're ashamed to even think something that vanilla.
maki has no idea how you'd react at the thoughts going though her brain, and the thoughts she knows are going through yuuta's.
“he is, isn't he?” you seem to further shrink into yourself at her words. she laughs at the action.
but she still coaxes you before you completely close up, “it's okay,” she leans closer. “i don't care that you also think my boyfriend's cute.”
the teasing works, as you huff and push your legs out to softly kick her. like magnets, her hands drawn to the soft skin, wrapping around your ankles.
your fingers pick at the loose threads of your shirt, as you ponder something for a moment.
“isn't it weird tho?” you ask, eyes searching hers. “that i'm admitting this to you?”
maki pretends to think about it, thumbs rubbing back and forth over the bone of your ankle, although she has absolutely no guilt over her thoughts and actions.
“i am the one who asked you,” she reminds. maki has no idea what's going through your head at her words, though you seem to quickly come to a conclusion as you nod, leaning back into the plush of the sofa.
you look back at her with your oh-so sweet gaze, one that makes her subconsciously tighten her grip on your ankles, lest she actually acts on the dangerous impulses running through her body. your next words make her blood pulse deep in her core.
“it'll just have to be our secret then.”
maki barely restrains a grin. this was yuuta's best idea yet.
a/n: my first drabble !!! i'm currenly trying to write a longer dark!yuta maki fic but i feel like it's not going well :( but the idea of a dark yutamaki is so yuumy so this is what i have so far, lmk what you think !
-mdni. all characters aged up, dividers by @cursed-carmine
