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the lonely mountain was not such a lonely place for him

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maki zenin smut with gojoclan!fem reader

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★ — synopsis being a gojo means being born into a world of "too much"—too much power, too much information, too much expectation. but maki zenin is a void. in the quiet of the gojo estate, maki decides to remind you that despite your untouchable lineage, your body is still very much grounded in the physical world.

★ — tags & warnings MDNI / 18+ only • explicit sexual content • gojoclan!fem reader-insert • maki zenin x reader • fingering • praise kink (subtle) • power exchange • clan dynamics • post-shibuya maki • sensory focus

★ — extra notes IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMGG tumblr ate my inbox

the gojo estate always smelled like ancient cedar and the sharp, cold tang of incense that had settled into the wood over centuries. it was a place of heavy silences and even heavier expectations, every sliding paper door a barrier between you and a world that felt too loud, too bright, too much. being born a gojo meant your senses were never truly off; the air hummed with the invisible threads of cursed energy, a constant, vibrating static that lived behind your teeth.

except when she was there.

maki was a hole in the world. a beautiful, terrifying void. sitting across from her in the dimly lit tea room, the only sound was the rhythmic clack of a bamboo water fountain in the garden outside. the moonlight filtered through the shoji screens in thin, pale ribbons, catching on the jagged map of scars that climbed maki's throat and disappeared into the collar of her dark tactical gear.

she didn't have a spark of cursed energy. no hum, no vibration. to your senses, she was simply there—solid, silent, and devastatingly physical.

“you’re staring again,” maki said, her voice a low, sandpaper rasp that grounded you instantly. she didn’t look up from the blade she was polishing, the steel gleaming like a sliver of the moon in her calloused hands.

“it’s quiet around you,” you whispered, the truth slipping out before you could dress it up in the usual gojo arrogance. “i can’t... i can’t hear the world when you’re in the room.”

maki paused. she set the blade down with a deliberate, metallic ring and finally looked at you. her eyes were sharp, unblinking, stripped of the glasses she used to need. she saw you—not the heir to the most powerful bloodline in history, but the girl trembling under the weight of it.

“good,” she said, and then she was moving.

it wasn't a flicker of speed; it was a total displacement of space. one moment she was across the low table, and the next, the scent of sweat, ozone, and woodsmoke was filling your lungs. she crowded you back against the tatami mats, her weight a sudden, glorious pressure that made the air leave your chest in a short, sharp huff.

her hands, rough and hardened by a thousand battles, pinned your wrists above your head. the silk of your robes felt like a joke against the raw power of her grip. you were used to being untouchable, wrapped in the invisible barrier of your lineage, but maki didn’t care about infinity. she simply broke through it.

“let’s see how quiet we can make it,” she murmured, leaning down until her lips brushed the sensitive shell of your ear.

the friction was agonizingly slow. she used her knee to nudge your thighs apart, the heavy fabric of her trousers dragging against your inner skin. you let out a soft, broken sound, your head lolling back against the straw mats. the textures were overwhelming: the prickle of the tatami, the heat radiating from maki’s scarred chest, the rhythmic pressure of her body against yours.

her hand left your wrist, trailing a path of fire down your throat, over the curve of your breast, until her fingers hooked into the waistband of your silk underwear. she didn't rush. she watched your face, her expression a mask of intense, predatory focus as she slid her hand inside.

you were already slick, a desperate, honeyed heat waiting for her. when her fingers finally made contact, you gasped, your hips jerking upward. her callouses were a revelation—rough, blunt, and honest. they caught against the sensitive folds of your skin, a physical reality so sharp it drowned out every other thought in your head.

“there it is,” maki hummed, her thumb finding the swollen peak of your clit and circling it with a ruthless, steady pressure. “no more thinking. no more ‘everything.’ just this.”

she began to move her fingers inside you, a slow, deep slide that felt like she was reaching for the very core of you. you were a gojo; you were supposed to be boundless, limitless. but under maki, you felt small. you felt contained. you felt held.

the tension stretched until it was a wire about to snap. you could hear the ragged catch of your own breath, the wet, rhythmic sound of her working you open, the distant rustle of the wind in the pines. maki’s pace quickened, her fingers curling, hitting that one spot that made your toes curl into the mats.

“maki, please—” you choked out, your fingers clawing at her shoulders, feeling the corded muscle beneath her shirt.

“look at me,” she commanded, her voice dropping an octave, thick with a dark, proprietary pride. “don’t close your eyes. i want to see you break.”

and you did. when the orgasm finally tore through you, it wasn't a drift into the clouds; it was a plummet to the earth. you shattered against her hand, your body tightening, your vision white and blurring as you sobbed her name into the hollow of her neck. maki held you through it, her fingers relentless, driving you further into the heat until you were nothing but a pile of silk and tremors.

as the quiet returned to the room, heavier and sweeter than before, maki pulled her hand away, slowly wiping her fingers on your inner thigh. she leaned down, pressing her forehead against yours, her breath hot and steady.

“still quiet?” she asked, a ghost of a smirk pulling at her scarred lips.

you couldn't answer. for the first time in your life, the world was perfectly, beautifully silent.

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