He slid up behind her instantly. Ren grabbed the soft, rounded flesh of her buttocks, his fingers digging into her firm cheeks to align her properly. He didn't waste a second. He leaned his weight forward and drove his thick, hard shaft straight back into her wet heat from behind.
"Ahhn!" Maki's fingers clawed deep into the mattress, her eyes squeezing shut as he filled her entirely.
Ren established a fast, punishing rhythm from behind, his pelvis slapping loudly against her bare ass with every deep impact. He kept his broad hands clamped securely on her soft buttocks, squeezing and kneading the toned muscle firmly while he dragged his raw heat relentlessly over her inner walls.
Maki could only bury her face into the pillows, her sharp, rhythmic moans filling the dark room as he completely took control of her body.
The mattress springs groaned in protest, a frantic, rhythmic squeak that seemed to be the only thing keeping time in the dark room.
Ren gripped her hips hard, his rhythm fast and relentless. He wasn't holding back, and Maki couldn't stay quiet anymore. Every time he drove forward, a sharp cry left her lips. To keep anyone from hearing them, Ren moved one hand up and clamped it firmly over her mouth, muffling her loud moans as her head tossed against the pillows, her hair a damp, tangled mess.
Ren and Maki didn't notice the time until the room had gone quiet for a moment. They'd moved from the bed to the kitchen table, then ended up on the sofa. An hour had just slipped by.
Maki sat up, breathless, pushing her hair back. She looked at the digital clock on the wall, then back at Ren.
"Ren—enough!" Maki gasped, shoving against the mattress. "I said a quickie! It's been an hour!"
Ren gave one last, deep thrust, making her arch her back, before finally slowing down. He stayed buried inside her, breathing hard.
"You said quickie," he grunted near her ear. "But you kept pulling me back every time I tried to stop."
Maki let out a shaky breath. Her arms were giving out, her muscles feeling like jelly. "If you keep going... you won't be able to stop," she muttered into her arm. "And if you finish inside me again... you're dealing with the mess."
Ren laughed, his hands dropping to squeeze her thighs. "Fair point."
He finally pulled back, the wet, sliding sound heavy in the quiet room. Maki immediately collapsed forward, her cheek pressing against the cooling sheets.
She stayed like that for a long, quiet moment, just focusing on slowing her heart rate. When she finally rolled onto her side, her hair was plastered to her forehead, and her skin was a map of dark, flushed spots. She glanced down.
Ren was leaning back against the headboard, his eyes closed, his breathing still coming in ragged gulps. Her gaze dropped lower, and she let out an exasperated, tired sigh. Even after everything, he was still standing at attention.
"You're a menace," she whispered.
Ren opened one eye, offering a slow, lopsided smirk. "Hardly my fault, boss."
Maki clicked her tongue, but she shifted, crawling toward him. She didn't say a word. She reached out, her hand wrapping around him, and she guided him down until she was kneeling between his legs. She opened her mouth and took him in, her movements slow, deliberate, and undeniably expert.
She didn't rush. She just worked, her eyes locked onto his, a silent, tired acknowledgement of the night.
After a minute, she pulled back, her lips slick and her chest heaving. She wiped a stray drop from her chin, looking at him with a look that was equal parts annoyance and affection.
She stood up, her legs wobbling slightly as she caught her balance.
"I'm going to wash," Maki said, her voice raspy. She turned toward the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the end of the bed. "And if you aren't asleep by the time I get back... I'm going to break your nose."
Ren watched her go, a satisfied, exhausted grin tugging at his lips. "Yes, boss."
The bathroom door unlocked. Steam rolled out into the cool air of the dorm room.
Maki stepped out, barefoot, rubbing a towel through her damp hair. She had raided his closet, wearing a fresh pair of his gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt.
Ren was sitting on the edge of the mattress. He had already thrown on a clean black shirt and sweatpants while she was in the shower.
Maki stopped near the foot of the bed. She stared at the floorboards, her grip tightening on the towel.
"It was," she started. She stopped, clicking her tongue.
"Tonight," Maki muttered. The tips of her ears burned a bright, distinct red. "It was... nice. I liked it."
Ren smirked. "I aim to please, boss."
"Don't let it go to your head, idiot."
She tossed the damp towel onto the desk chair. She walked over and dropped onto the mattress right beside him. The springs gave a tired squeak.
Maki leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. The post-coital haze was completely gone from her face, replaced by that familiar, heavy tension.
She took a long, slow breath, staring straight ahead at the blank wall.
Maki stared at the blank wall for a long time. The silence stretched between them, broken only by the hum of the mini-fridge.
"You remember when Gojo was running his mouth?" Maki asked. Her voice was quiet, stripped of its usual bite. "Back in the empty classroom. When he said you caught my Heavenly Restriction because we... merged our boundaries, or whatever bullshit phrase he used."
Ren leaned back on his hands. He didn't interrupt.
"At first, I wanted to run him through with my spear," she muttered, her fingers tightening around her knees. "It sounded like a joke. A stupid, embarrassing trick just to get a rise out of me." She paused, her jaw clenching. "But the more I think about it... the more it makes sense."
She finally turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were dead serious.
"You were a normal guy, And then we slept together, and the next morning you were snapping marble counters and moving like a Zen'in. It defies every law of Jujutsu, but it happened." She let out a sharp, frustrated breath. "I don't know how the hell it works. But it's real."
Ren held her gaze, keeping his expression completely level.
Maki looked back down at the floorboards. "I'm jealous," she stated bluntly. "And I'm possessive. I hate the idea of it. You're stuck with me, idiot. The thought of you trying that with another woman makes me want to burn a building down."