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"...No."
"...No?"
He looked at you above the brim of his dark sunglasses. His fingers were curled into tight fists, sinking into the soft fabric of the tatami of the training room where you usually did your sessions. He was slightly shaking. His voice was steady, but you could sense it was only the calm before the storm.
"...You can't be serious."
The words were painfully articulated, barely a hiss escaping through lips that were twitching into the beginning of a painfully restrained snarl.
You took a deep breath, uncurling your own fists before standing up, slowly, carefully, aware of his gaze. You forced yourself to lock eyes with him, pushing back your writhing terror deep, deep inside of you. You couldn't let him see.
You took another long, calming breath, and put your top tank back together over your shoulder where it belonged and where it should have stayed. He was watching you from his sitting position. He was shaking more visibly now.
"I said no."
"Why?"
The retort was just as fast, in a tone so full of venom that you had to force yourself not to take a step back.
You bowed to him, with all the respect a status like his was owned and looked into his blazing blue eyes.
"Thank you for this training session, sensei."
You put special emphasis on the last word, forcing your gaze to stay on his, not to look away, not to show any display of fear, of weakness. Already you sensed his own technique reacting quite violently. The air had gotten thicker around him.
The use of that last word seemed to infuriate him even more, and his eyes burned with a new rage. He opened his mouth to speak, but you were already gone.
You walked with slow, careful steps as you got out of the training room, pushing back the sliding door behind you. As soon as the panel of wood was closed, you ran. You ran into your room, your feet slamming hard on the wooden floor of the school hallways. You were panting. You ran past a dumbfounded Yuji and rushed into your room, slamming the door behind you. Your heart was beating frantically, struggling like a wild beast to get out of its bony cage, and you rushed under the safety of your bedsheets.
You should have known. Honestly, you had seen this coming. You just didn't think it would come this soon. You had tried to ignore it, you really had, even with the flirty, enamoured look he had given you as soon as you had put a foot in the training session. You had turned a blind eye to his flirty comments about how pretty you looked today, your postures, your incredible progress, etc. You had ignored his hand lingering on your arm, slipping over your tank top, tugging playfully at your strap. You had closed your eyes when he had shoved his lips on yours.
But despite all your attempts, something had snapped.
You had just rejected the most powerful sorcerer in the world, your friend and teacher.
Again, you knew this was coming, one moment or another, it didn’t really matter. You had started to catch on a while ago. It wasn't like he was exactly subtle either, and some part of you thought that he didn’t even bother to be. Why would he? It had started with little things, stuff that you hadn’t thought much about at the beginning. Buying you your favorite food, bringing you gifts, that sort of thing. After all, he was very outgoing, eccentric and always liked to spoil everyone, like that time he bought Yuji a new PS5 or when he let Nobara buy half a clothing store with one of his credit cards. So you didn’t pay much attention when he bought you the jewelry you happened to be oggling in window displays. You didn’t pay much attention when he brought you the fried chicken and ramens you had been whining for all day long. You didn’t pay much attention when he put entire bags of clothing you had been searching for online in front of your door. To you those had been nothing but kind, admittedly expensive, gifts and proofs of kindness.
It was only when Nobara started teasing you about it that you had begun to wonder.
"He's completely smitten, you know that? I don't think he's spent that much money on all of us reunited, and that's saying something."
"Don't be stupid," you had scoffed, hauling one of the shopping bags he had given you on your shoulder. "He's just nice, that's it."
Nobara had eyed the bags, a knowing smile on her face.
"Huh-huh. Right."
You had rolled your eyes, but your friend had managed to put a sliver of doubt in your mind. From that moment on you had become much more observant. You started to notice how he always took a seat next to you, always walked next to you, always looked at you during training. You saw his hand lingering over your shoulder, his eyes following you beneath the blindfold, his smile softening whenever you laughed. You had seen all those little things and had grown slightly uncomfortable when he had suddenly asked if you wanted to go out sometimes. With him. Not the trio.
You had played along. You had had some drinks with him. You laughed at his jokes, careful not to appear flirty. You had tried to keep those outings as scarce as possible, but it had been probably too late by now.
After this he had become bolder. More open. Subtle enough around other, but dropping all pretenses when it was just the two of you. Gojo Satoru wouldn’t stop showering you with endless praises and compliments about anything, really. The way you did your hair today, your outfit of the day, the new shade of lipstick you were trying, the moves you were practicing on the field. He was always there, somehow. You had startled one day as his voice had suddenly broken you out of your thoughts while you were practicing some moves Yuji had showed you earlier.
"Nice move, sweetheart!"
He was standing just on the edge of the field, smiling brightly, clapping his hands. You had smiled politely, shaken at the sudden use of the petname. That's new, you had thought.
At the time you didn’t really know if Gojo would actually come to make a move on you. He was playful, but you didn’t think he'd be bold enough to cross the line separating you as teacher and student. You had managed to convince yourself of it, and your carefully built delusion had crumbled the moment you had entered the training room.
He was waiting for you, his gaze downright loving, with a soft grin on his face.
You couldn't.
You stayed in your bed all day, trying to get rid of the taste of his lips on yours, anger and revolted disgust bubbling in your chest. The dying light of the afternoon sun was slowly fading outside, making plage for the first appearing stars in the sky. You wanted nothing more than to just rot in your bed, away from the school and the piercing gaze of your teacher. Not even the usual company of the trio could cheer you up. You couldn't hear them anyway. The building was silent.
Until your door whined.
You sat up hastily in your bed, tossing the sheets aside. Your gaze immediately hardened as you saw Gojo standing in your threshold. Unease wormed its way in your belly. He smiled softly at you.
His white hair was all toussled, his blindfold nowhere to be seen. A thin sheen of sweat covered his heaving shirtless chest, and you frowned. He looked slightly out of breath, swiping his tongue over his lips in one quick fluid movement. His sweat pants hung low on his hips, and he hadn’t even bothered to put all the buttons back.
You narrowed your eyes, putting on your face a mask of righteous irritation, pushing back your growing fear inside. He wore that same soft smile on his face in an almost uncharacteristic, shy expression, eyes looking down, hands folded behind his back, as if holding something. He looked like a schoolboy about to confess to his first crush.
"What do you want?" You asked sharply, not wanting him to have the lead of the conversation.
His lips twitched in amusement but he held onto that infuriatingly timid facade.
"Is that a way to speak to your sensei?" He asked gently, taking a step forward, hands still behind his back.
You scoffed. Your anger rose again despite the fear.
"You're not my sensei anymore."
"I think I have something that'll make you change your mind," he continued, intent on ignoring the disgust with which you spat those words. "About us."
You scoffed again.
"There is no "us." And cut the shit."
His shoulders slumped and the timid smile vanished, replaced by a playful toothy grin you knew all too well. You faced it with a harsh glare, shivering inwardly at the darkening gleam in his eyes.
"You're wrong. We're already a thing. And I made a mistake today. I shouldn't have come so strongly onto you."
"I don't care. Leave."
His hand went to close the door, and he took another step forward. You tensed. He took another step. You looked at the window, gathering your cursed energy, ready to spring-
He was on you before you could put a foot out of your bed. Your surprised yelp was cut short by a hungry set of lips which eagerly crashed into yours, silencing any noises you might have made. They were everywhere, pressing harshly against your cheek, your temple, your eyelid, your nose, your brow. You fought and twisted and clawed in a whirlwind of sheets while his body crawled easily onto yours, his long limbs caging you in, his lips seeking yours with needy whines.
You yelped again as the weight of his body was suddenly lifted off of you. Two hands gripped your shoulders and you winced when your back was harshly pressed against his chest, your ass in his crotch. You tried to twist again but he held you firmly, sitting up straight against the headboard. He put his legs over yours, using his strength to spread them, and you couldn't stop another yelp from coming out.
"Go on," he muttered, biting your poor ear again and again, so much that your skin reddened and broke under his teeth. "They've all gone out tonight."
You yelped again, unable to help it. He was right. You had spent so much time buried in your bed that you hadn't even really thought about the unusual silence of the evening. He gave you one last bite for good measure then his lips attacked feverishly your face again, crushing your cheek in a vengeful kiss, his chin on your shoulder. You groaned and twisted but his arms held you tightly in that awkward sitting position. His legs wouldn’t budge, keeping you widely spread in your own room. Your face flushed at the sight while you endured his passionate assaults. He let out a soft sigh after a minute or two, having slightly calmed down.
"Let me go," you hissed, panick boiling in your chest.
He scoffed right next to your ear. His hand briefly left your shoulder and went on the bed before grabbing something and holding it slightly above your stomach.
Your eyes widened at the sight of the pink rabbit sex toy. It was smooth, pretty, bearing the characteristic smell of newly made products. Gojo chuckled behind you.
"You like it, sweetheart? I bought it just for you. Only the best model."
He nuzzled his cheek lovingly against yours, careful not to hurt you, the grip of his hands on your shoulders softening slightly. You were stunned at the sincere, fond tone in his words, but it was not enough to stop your creeping disgust. You turned your head and your small rebellion was met with a sharp, angry bite to your stinging ear. You flinched and he snickered.
"Serves you right. Can't believe you'd be so ungrateful toward your sensei."
"I told you, you're not-"
Another bite. You whimpered and he snickered again.
"And here I was, willing to make amends..." he complained in a false, dramatic, melancholic tone that only Gojo could do. "I already apologized for today, didn’t I?"
He made his point with another loving nuzzle of his cheek against yours. This time you waited warily. He purred, seemingly pleased at your sudden obedience.
"I admit it, I fucked up. It was wrong, okay? But I'm gonna make it up to you."
Another nuzzle, against your neck this time. The sex toy dipped, gently pressing against your belly, going lower on your abdomen. You immediately started to struggle at the contact of the soft pink plastic against your skin, but his arm snaked around your waist while he clasped his hand on your mouth, muffling your frightened whimpers.
"Shhh. It'll be worth it, you'll see," he whispered softly next to your ear, and the genuine love in his voice only terrified you more. "I only want the best for you."
The arm on your waist dipped as well, putting the toy down on the sheets. His hand came back, clasping the edges of your pajamas. You closed your eyes, feeling tears pooling beneath your eyelids as the fabric was pulled down.
"Shhhh..." he whispered soothingly while tears rolled down your cheeks. "It'll be fine, Y/N. I swear."
You shivered as the cold air hit the bare skin of your thighs and legs. You felt even more exposed now, wearing only your panties below the waist. Your whimpers intensified as his hand snaked along your thigh, pausing to give it a caress here and there, slowly finding its way between your legs. When he rested his palm against your clit and started gently rubbing the fabric, your teeth closed automatically on the hand over your mouth. Gojo immediately pulled it back with a surprised cry before giving a harsh smack to your thigh. You winced as the pain spread beneath your skin and his hand found its place back on your mouth.
"Behave," he hissed in your ear. "I'm trying to be nice here."
You mumbled some spiteful insult, but he wasn't paying attention. His palm had already begun to rub you again, and you leaned back your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes, trying desperately to ignore the growing sensations pulsing in your crotch.
"There. Doesn't it feel good?" He whispered gently, giving you a tender kiss on the cheek.
You didn’t answer. You didn’t want to. He gave you another gentle kiss and he lifted up his palm, giving you a brief moment of rest. He then picked up the toy and carefully placed it between your legs, pressing it against your clothed clit. You struggled and whimpered some muffled pleas but he only silenced you, kissing your hair softly.
"Hush. Trust me. Consider this as an apology gift, okay? It's gonna be fine."
With those words he pressed the button. You stiffened, the toy buzzing softly into life, sending little vibrations in the flesh of your thighs, around your vagina. You squirmed a bit, unable to escape the grip of his arm while the toy hummed lowly against your clit, inevitably building your pleasure. Gojo kept nuzzling you, whispering various praises and encouragments, rubbing the sex toy up and down, up and down against your wet panties in a slow, firm rythm. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your whimpers turn into moans, and you bit down on your lip, hard. You would have given anything to not let him see how this was affecting you, but it was too late. He set the sex toy on the second mode and the little pink machine purred between your legs. You arched involuntarily and he removed his hand from your mouth, pulling you further against his chest. His breathing got heavier when the first moan slipped between your lips. You couldn't stop it now. The pink toy teased you relentlessly, purring and vibrating, comfortably nestled against your clit while Gojo kept rubbing it up and down, up and down. Your pussy ached from the constant vibrations and you moaned again with a sour, shameful taste in your mouth.
"I love you," he whispered in your ear as he set it on the third, highest mode.
You choked out some incomprehensible, hateful answer while the vibrations got more and more intense. The pleasure was the only thing you could focus on and you tried to close your thighs but his legs easily pinned yours against the sheets. A wave of mounting pleasure, building uncontrollably in your pulsing cunt, hit you and you moaned louder, your head lolling against his shoulder. He let out a soft moan of his own, visibly pleased, and the rythm with which he rubbed the toy against your clit suddenly increased. You whimpered in protest while the incoming orgasm kept building through each of the powerful vibrations the sex toy sent into you, the plastic grinding mercilessly on you. Your hands gripped the sheets, your thighs clenched. You thought you managed to find enough strength at some point to beg him to stop, but you weren't sure of that.
Your climax was intense, bordering on painful, your body quivering from the extreme pleasure the little pink object had forced upon you. Your head fell back on his shoulder, your brow slick with sweat. You could feel the stickiness staining your legs and your panties while he kept kissing your temple, congratulating you in the warmest of tones.
"See? That wasn't so bad. I knew you could do it. I told you I would only get you the best."
You slurred something out, not even knowing what you wanted to say, or what you could say. Gojo just chuckled and angled your head toward his, bringing you face to face with that smug, toothy smile.
"So? Have you changed your mind?"
You shook your head, your face hardening, still clinging to the small pieces of pride remaining in your head. If you were going to lose to him, you weren't going to go down without a fight.
His smile only grew, and his eyes gleamed playfully.
"Alright. Ready for round two?"