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capitance // gojo satoru

tw ⇢ teacher-student relationship, implied age gap, dub-con, sexual tension, teasing, aphrodisiacs, fingering, manhandling, hair pulling, making out, squirting

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The training room was thick with tension as you kicked off the floor, spinning through the air with a flurry of calculated strikes. Gojo watched appraisingly, that intense gaze of his seeming to pierce straight through you as you danced around invisible foes.

"Again," he commanded simply after you'd completed the sequence.

You nodded, sweat already beading on your brow as you reset your stance and began the intricate forms once more. Gojo's first official student - those words were both a privilege and a burden. He pushed you harder than anyone, expected more, demanded you dig deeper and find those hidden reserves of power and potential.

"Keep your core tighter on that transition," he cut in sternly, circling around you. "You're leaving yourself exposed."

You adjusted accordingly, muscles straining with the effort of perfecting each move, each block and strike. Gojo could be relentless and his criticism unsparing, but it only fueled your drive to improve further. To quieten that insufferably arrogant voice that insisted you needed to be stronger, faster, better.

Finally, trembling with exertion, you completed the last hit and stood panting. Gojo was silent for a long moment, considering you through those impenetrably dark lenses of his.

"Adequate," he said at last with a slight nod. "We're done for today."

It was probably the highest compliment he gave, and you tried not to let the swell of pride show on your sweat-soaked face. As you reached for your towel, Gojo lightly trailed his fingertips along the back of your arm in a disarmingly gentle gesture.

"Soon you'll make a decent opponent for me," he murmured lowly. "I look forward to it."

A shiver raced through you at his touch, at the edge of challenge and something else deeper in his graveled words. You stared up at him, caught in the latent intensity you so often glimpsed burning behind those obscuring lenses.

Gojo had been your mentor for years now, but recently it felt like something had...shifted between you. Charged the air with undercurrents and implications you couldn't quiteput a name to. He always kept you off-kilter, doubting, wanting to prove your worth.

"Maybe then you'll stop going so easy," you countered a bit breathlessly.

The barest ghost of a smirk played across his lips at your daring reciprocation. "Is that a request to be...rougher?"

You felt your face flush hot at his deliberately ambiguous phrasing, at how easily he could fluster you. Gritting your teeth, you willed yourself not to look away from that probing stare. Two could play at these games of provocation he so often instigated between you.

"If that's what it takes for you to take me seriously," you shot back with faux bravado.

Gojo chuckled darkly at that, leaning down closer until you were nearly eye-to-eye. Until his lips were a scant few inches from yours. The sudden shift of proximity, of charged tension, went straight to your core.

"Be careful what you wish for," he warned in that low, almost purring timbre. "I just might take you up on that offer..."

Then, as quickly as the charged moment had ignited between you, Gojo straightened and the spell was broken. Ruffling your damp hair fondly, he turned and began gathering his things, leaving you flustered and frustrated and yearning for...more of whatever that had been.

Over the next few weeks, Gojo seemed to delight in finding new ways to unsettle and provoke you during training sessions. He'd "correct" your stances with lingering hands on your waist or thighs, stands just a bit too close so you felt the heat of his body behind yours, murmur directives in a lowered timbre against the back of your neck.

Each time you'd stiffen, gulp, fighting off the shiver that wanted to race through you at his intentional closeness, at the implication of intimacy in his simplest actions and words. You refused to be the one to back down first from this dangerous game of batted glances and loaded innuendos.

"Is this making you uncomfortable?" Gojo purred one afternoon as he pressed a palm flat on your abdomen, ostensibly adjusting your core position.

You bit your lip, trying not to focus too much on the firm planes of the muscle underneath your hands as you grasped his forearms to keep steady.

"Not at all, sensei," you replied in a tone that was almost convincingly even. "I'm just focused on my training."

"Is that so?" he rumbled, and you could hear the dark amusement in his tone as his fingers drifted perilously lower on your torso. "My apologies if I'm... distracting you."

You sucked in a sharp breath at the clear challenge and suggestion there. Gathering your nerve, you glanced up at him through lowered lashes.

"I think I can handle whatever you dish out," you countered boldly.

Gojo's eyes narrowed at that, a frisson of interest and something more feral flickering through them as he held your daring gaze. His thumb stroked along the jut of your hipbone in a maddening caress.

"We'll just have to see about that, won't we?"

The tension mounted exponentially after that. Each exchange, each sultry look and whispered barb became foreplay - seductive promises and indirect invitations laced into every innocuous interaction. The air between you grew heavy with unsated wanting, with the thrill of denial and dawning need that you could both sense but refused to name aloud.

It was like existing in a constant state of sweet, aching suspense. Training was suddenly rife with stolen glances, with Gojo's fingertips lingering a moment too long on your sweat-slicked skin as he repositioned your forms. You drank in every bead of perspiration on his brow, every ghost of a smirk, ready to catch it and mirror the heated challenge right back.

And always lurking there were those maddening contradictions - Gojo's disarming affection and casual intimacy, like ruffling your hair or hip-checking you playfully, even as his clever tongue wove heated innuendos and goading flirtations. Masterfully keeping you off-balance and inwardly aching for something, anything to finally break and put an end to the delicious tension.

It was a dizzying, dizzying dance of provocation and restraint, of silent dares and loaded silences. All made even headier by the forbidden dynamics of student and master. You knew things were swiftly reaching a precipice - that one of you would eventually shatter and make an irrevocable move.

The only uncertainty was who would be the one to finally crumble and give into temptation first.

The next afternoon you entered the training room, muscles still deliciously sore from the previous day's exertions. Gojo was already there stretching languidly, shirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of taut abdominal muscles.

"You're late," he remarked without looking up, voice laden with perpetual displeasure.

"Sorry sensei," you replied, perhaps a touch too lightly as you stepped onto the mats. "I got...distracted."

That made him turn, eyebrow quirked as he regarded you with an inscrutable expression. An unspoken challenge seemed to pass between you in the crackling silence as you held his piercing stare. As if he knew you were being purposefully obtuse and debating whether to call you on it or not.

In the end, Gojo simply scoffed and shook his head, rising fluidly to his feet.

"Just get warmed up," he commanded gruffly. "We have work to do."

You smirked at his ruffled demeanor but obediently began your stretches, relishing the slight burn as you extended into each position. Every innocent movement and breath suddenly felt charged, infused with latent awareness and heat between you.

Across the room, Gojo retrieved something from a small locker - one of the heavy-duty combination safes, you realized with a start. He extracted a handful of vibrantly colored gummy candies from within, popping a few into his mouth as he turned back toward you with a contemplative look.

"You know, I've been having the most puzzling problem lately," he mused offhandedly. "It seems my stash of confections has been getting...depleted recently."

Your heart stuttered at his words, cheeks flushing guiltily even as you fought to keep your expression neutral. Did he know? How could he? You'd been so careful, moving quickly and soundlessly each time you broke into that unassuming little safe.

"Oh? That's...unfortunate," you replied with studied nonchalance, continuing your stretches.

Gojo hummed absently, gaze suddenly feeling unbearably weighted as it roved over you slowly.

"Yes, quite unfortunate indeed. These imported delicacies are precious commodities. I can't imagine who could possibly be brazen enough to help themselves to private reserves..."

His voice had taken on that low, husky register that never failed to send a shiver of pure want down your spine. You risked a glance up to find him eye-fucking you quite overtly now as he took another tantalizing bite of candy. The sweet burst over his tongue as he drew the confection between his lips with clear relish.

"It would be quite the bold soul, wouldn't you agree?" Gojo murmured darkly. "To steal right from under my nose like that..."

The suggestive metaphor and smoldering look he leveled at you made you falter, nearly missing the next stretch. You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry as you met his gaze unwaveringly. Could he tell? Did he suspect you were the thief pilfering his saccharine indulgences?

More importantly...was he goading you to finally admit it? A reckless thrill lanced through you at the idea of being caught red-handed, at whatever molten consequences that could bring with it.

"I-I can't imagine someone being that reckless," you managed to reply, proud at how steady your voice remained despite your hammering heart.

But something must have shown on your face, given you away. Because suddenly Gojo's lips curved in a slow, predatory smile that made heated arousal bloom low in your belly.

"Can't you?" he rumbled, voice dripping sinful suggestion. "How disappointing."

Then, holding your feverishly curious stare captive, Gojo pulled another fat gummy between his lips, letting it rest there a beat before taking it in with a heated suck. You helplessly traced the motion, mesmerized as he rolled the treat over his tongue with clear relish. The air itself seemed to turned molten and cloying sweet.

"Perhaps I've been underestimating you after all," Gojo purred once he'd swallowed. "How...illuminating."

The implications and challenge in his words, in the dark heat of his gaze, made you feel utterly undone. Like all this time he'd been baiting you, waiting to see if you'd rise to taking what you wanted.

And oh how deliciously tempting that forbidden offering looked in the moment...

The revelation that you were the daring culprit behind the missing sweets hung thick and intoxicating between you and Gojo. He didn't voice the accusation aloud, didn't directly confirm his newfound knowledge. But the lingering looks, the subtle curve of amusement on his lips - it was clear he knew the truth now.

And rather than calling you out, rather than chastising his precious student for such boldness...Gojo seemed utterly delighted by your secret transgressions.

Over the next few days, he began leaving out obscenely sized bags of gummies and chocolates near the safe when you trained. Blatant encouragement and permission for you to continue caving to your cloying, covert desires. Each time you'd eye the treats with thinly veiled longing, Gojo would merely arch an eyebrow in silent challenge.

The dare sparked bright in his gaze - go on, try and resist that aching sweet tooth in front of me. We'll see how daring you truly are.

You flushed hotly each time but refused to be the one to break first. To admit to the forbidden cravings that had you sneaking sugary kisses at all hours. Gojo's eyes danced with dark mirth, reveling in your stubbornness even as he clearly plotted to unhinge your resolve.

The tension only thickened when he started bringing in increasingly exotic treats from his travels. Delicacies and confections that made your mouth water just imagining their lavish decadence. Goading you, tempting you to be brave enough to engage in this deliciously subversive game he was orchestrating.

One afternoon, you entered the training room to find Gojo lounging casually, languid and catlike as he slowly sucked on a plump strawberry. The slow drizzle of juice down his lips and chin was utterly obscene. You swallowed thickly, rooted in place as he pulled the fruit from his mouth with an audible pop, lips staining a luscious crimson.

"You know..." he drawled lazily. "These delicacies are meant to be savored and appreciated fully. It's a shame to let them go to waste just gathering dust in a safe, don't you agree?"

The blatant innuendo and heady promise in Gojo's stare made your knees wobble. He lifted the treat with deliberate leisure, letting his tongue glide over the slick, ripe flesh with relish before taking another sinful bite. A droplet of strawberry trailed over his bottom lip, prompting him to slowly, indulgently drag his tongue along to capture it.

The wanton indecency of the display robbed you of breath. Gojo's molten gaze never left yours as he savored every toe-curling second, beckoning you closer to these sinfully lush temptations with each slick sound and motion of his mouth.

You wanted nothing more than to surge forward and chase the lingering taste and sticky sweetness on his lips. To finally break and upend the game entirely by taking what you'd been aching for this entire time.

The sudden heat in Gojo's eyes told you he sensed your wanton desire, that hairsbreadth yearning to shatter control. His tongue swept over his lips again in clear provocation, welcoming you to make your move.

The precipice was there, thrillingly close. Any moment now one of you was going to inevitably tumble over the edge into unbridled temptation.

You could feel the breath stuttering in your lungs as Gojo leisurely licked the glistening juices from his fingers, one by one. His gaze remained firmly locked on yours, hooded and smoldering with unspoken challenge.

The open invitation to finally snap and give in to this tempting game hung thick in the heated air between you. Gojo was practically daring you with each indecent sweep of his tongue to be the one to shatter restraint first.

Your body felt electric with simmering want, with the desperate need to surge forward and chase the lingering sweetness on his lips. To finally claim a taste of the illicit indulgences you'd been coveting from afar for so long.

Slowly, almost mesmerized, you found yourself drifting closer until you were just within arm's reach of your tormenting mentor. Gojo's eyes danced with dark amusement at your faltering resolve, at the way you helplessly traced the path of his tongue with rapt attention.

"Well?" he murmured huskily. "Are you going to continue depriving yourself? Or are you finally going to be brave enough to take what you want?"

His heated words were like a physical caress licking over your heated skin. You shivered at the blatant decadence they promised, at how easily Gojo could undo you with just his low rumbling timbre.

This was it - the breaking point you'd both been choreographing towards through weeks of heated games and sensual broiling tensions. Gojo's eyes glittered with ravenous promise, willing you forward into the abyss of temptation.

He made no move to halt your approach, to put an end to this madness. If anything, his lips curved in a sinful smirk of encouragement as you leaned in those final few torturous inches between you...

Just as your lips were a hairsbreadth away from finally, rapturously connecting with Gojo's in a bursting dam of pent-up desire, you startled yourself by abruptly pivoting at the last second.

Instead of claiming the forbidden taste you'd been desperately coveting, your mouth brushed tantalizingly along the strong line of Gojo's jaw as you let out a quavering exhale. You could have sworn you heard a low, ragged groan rumble from deep within his chest at the denial.

With a dizzying rush of emboldened daring, you didn't stop there. Your lips meandered in a scorching trail along the column of his throat, feeling his pulse hammering wildly beneath as Gojo instinctively tilted his head back.

You could taste the faint tang of salt and clean sweat on his heated skin as your mouth wandered inexorably lower. Dragging over the juncture of his shoulder, the careless V of his half-unbuttoned shirt, until finally—

Until finally you stopped a scant few inches from the object of your true temptation - the ripe, glistening strawberry clutched between Gojo's suddenly tense fingers.

You met his wide, dazed stare through lowered lashes thick with challenge as your lips parted, flicking out the barest tip of your tongue to taste the tantalizing juices beading along the strawberry's plump skin.

The sound Gojo made then was utterly inhuman - a strangled rumble of shocked arousal that went straight to your core. His grip on the fruit went white-knuckled, restraining himself from surging forward and upending this entire dynamic.

But you weren't quite done tormenting your tormentor yet.

Holding his heated gaze firmly captive, you wrapped your lips around the lush curve of strawberry and slowly drew it between them - sucking with maddening leisure until you'd taken the entire treat into your mouth. The rich burst of sweetness flooded your senses as you hollowed your cheeks, deliberately swirling your tongue against the tender flesh in a sinful mimicry of other desires.

Gojo's chest heaved raggedly as he watched you devour the forbidden fruit with shameless indulgence. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted and glistening. You made sure to hold his stare throughout, to let the graphic sounds of your mouth fill the weighted silence.

Only once the strawberry's tart sweetness had been thoroughly savored, only once every last juice was deliriously lapped up, did you finally release the stem from between your lips with a lush pop.

"Sweet," you murmured huskily in blatant understatement. "Though I do prefer...darker indulgences."

The weighted tension that fell between you and Gojo after your brazen strawberry display was so thick it felt suffocating. You could practically taste the roiling desire, the rattled restraint just barely keeping your tormented sensei anchored in place.

His eyes had gone swarthy and predatory, muscles coiled like a panther poised to strike as he visibly warred with himself. For one searing, eternal moment, you thought Gojo might finally snap and launch himself across that diminishing space separating you.

You held your ground, chest heaving shallowly as you boldly met and matched the searing heat of his stare. Silently daring him to upend the dynamics entirely and claim the indulgences he'd been relentlessly goading you towards.

But whether through sheer force of will or shock at your gambit, Gojo's restraint held - for now. His jawline carved into stark definition as he ground his teeth hard enough you worried they might shatter. You could see his throat convulsively working as he swallowed down the growl of pure, unleashed want clearly fighting to break free.

"You..." he rasped at last, voice wrecked in a way you'd never heard before. "You..."

He seemed utterly at a loss in the wake of your subversion. Gojo, who always had the sharp retort, the quick quip to disarm any situation. Now utterly poleaxed into unravelling silence by your unexpected boldness.

You simply arched an eyebrow, feigning innocence despite the thrill of heady power singing through you. Waiting with wicked patience to see if he could regain his footing enough to retaliate and escalate this game...

Gojo's nostrils flared as he sucked in a shuddering breath, pupils still blown wide and fathomless as obsidian. When he found his voice again, it was low and dripping with dark promise.

"This isn't over between us. Not even close."

The stark vow made arousal lance bright and hot through your veins. You refused to be the one to look away first from Gojo's smoldering stare.

"I certainly hope not, sensei," you replied with sugared sweetness. "I'm just getting started."

A muscle ticked high in his cheek at your brazen tone. For a beat, it looked like that might be the breaking point - like Gojo would finally abandon his tattered restraint and surge forward to silence your taunting.

But in the end, he merely expelled a slow, steadying breath through his nose. When next he spoke, his voice was deceptively mild and even. Almost bored, if not for the banked flames still flickering dangerously in his eyes.

"We'll see about that. Don't get cocky, little one. You have no idea what you're playing with."

It was clear dismissal, Gojo gathering the fraying threads of composure around himself like a cloak as he abruptly turned on his heel and stalked out of the training room without another word. But the sheer roiling tension, the promise of retribution still simmered heavily in the air long after he'd departed.

You allowed yourself a small, triumphant smile as you watched him go. Oh yes...this game between you was only just beginning to esculate. And you had every intention of matching Gojo's provacations until one of you finally, inevitably shattered.

The night seemed to hum with potential as you crept through the deserted training hall, footsteps hushed in the stillness. Anticipation thrilled through your veins with every whisper of movement, the familiar clandestine thrill singing bright in your blood.

You knew the path to Gojo's private locker by heart at this point. Could trace the way blindfolded, each turn and shadow ingrained into muscle memory from your countless covert sweet raids over the past months. A secret intimacy in and of itself.

Pausing before the unassuming door concealing your prize, you swiftly spun the dial and entered the familiar combination. The heavy clank of the lock disengaging made you shiver with giddy excitement. With each indulgent foray, the risk of getting inevitably caught only seemed to heighten the forbidden allure.

Anticipation sang bright in your veins as you cracked open the door to Gojo's private sweets locker. A fresh haul of sinfully rich treats awaited you inside - plump macarons glistening with sticky fruit compotes, decadent chocolate-dipped berries, and delicate petit fours drizzled with lavish ganache.

You quickly scanned the sugary bounty before making your selection, already feeling your mouth beginning to water. Plucking up a ruby-red macaron bursting with tart raspberry filling, you brought the delicate pastry to your lips and took an indulgent bite.

Rich cream and bright berry flavors flooded over your tongue as you closed your eyes to better savor the experience. You could feel the sweet jam smearing ever-so-slightly over your lips as you sank your teeth through the tender shell. An absolute sinful indulgence in and of itself.

When you finally opened your eyes again, a wicked thought suddenly occurred to you. You glanced around furtively before reaching into your pocket and pulling out a sleek tube of deep plum lipstick. Holding it up to the dim locker lighting, you examined the shade - dark enough to leave a blatantly unmistakable imprint, yet still an enticing deep berry stain.

Perfect for the deliciously naughty clue you had in mind to leave behind.

With one last conspiratorial look over your shoulder, you used your finger to clean up some of the sticky macaron mess around your lips. Then you applied a generous coat of the dark lipstick, pressing your lips together to evenly disperse the color into a lush pout.

Finally, you leaned over until you were nearly nose-to-nose with the gleaming interior of the sweets locker. Bracing one hand on the cool metal, you turned your head slightly and deliberately pressed an indecent, open-mouthed kiss against the safe's pristine inner lining.

When you pulled back with a soft pop, a blatantly obscene lipstick imprint remained behind in the garish plum pigment. An intimate, sultry calling card that would be impossible for Gojo to overlook the next time he went to indulge himself.

The idea of him discovering such an unabashedly provacative token amidst his precious sweets stash made molten heat bloom low in your belly. Of the confrontation, the delicious escalation that was sure to follow once Gojo realized you were the one flagrantly escalating this game between mentor and student.

Try as you might, you doubted you'd be able to feign innocence in the face of that damning clue left behind.

You smirked wickedly to yourself as you finished resetting the locker's intricate lock and spun the dial. Now all that remained was to await Gojo's discovery - and his retaliation against your sultry provocation.

This game of restraint and release was rapidly spiraling out of control. And you had every intention of remaining its relentless instigator until one of you eventually, inevitably shattered completely under the weight of temptation.

Let the delicious torment continue...

The next afternoon found you purposefully focusing your mind during training, trying not to let anticipation over Gojo's inevitable discovery distract you overmuch. You could feel the weight of his contemplative stare boring into you as he paced in slow, measured circles nearby.

"You seem...unfocused today," Gojo remarked at last, that low rumble of voice snagging your attention despite yourself. "Something on your mind?"

Feigning nonchalance, you paused mid-form to regard him evenly. "Nothing out of the ordinary, sensei. Why do you ask?"

His lips curved in the barest hint of a smirk as he continued circling you with cat-like grace. "No reason. Simply an...observation."

Something in his tone, in the weighted innuendo underlying the word "observation" made the fine hairs prickle on the back of your neck. Did he know? Had Gojo already discovered the lipstick imprint you'd brazenly left amidst his private sweets?

You refused to be the one to break the heated silence first. To give him the satisfaction of flustered confession. Instead, you arched one cool eyebrow in silent challenge, silently daring him to make an overt accusation if he thought he had grounds.

Gojo's smile widened by a fraction, dark eyes glinting with what looked like deep approval at your unwavering nonchalance. He idly ran his thumb over his bottom lip as if deep in thought.

"You know..." he murmured conversationally. "The most fascinating thing happened earlier when I went to indulge myself in my private locker's...reserves."

Your pulse kicked up by several excited notches, but you maintained an aloof facade as you waited for the other shoe to drop. For Gojo to reveal he'd found your deliberately seductive hint.

Instead, he merely hummed faintly and inspected his thumb as if searching for some lingering stain or smear. Meeting your steady gaze once more, Gojo allowed his lips to curve in a wicked smile dripping with sinful delight.

"I detected the most intriguing...fruity bouquet when I opened the safe. Like someone had left behind a rather intimate little kiss amongst my treats."

The blatant innuendo made heat bloom bright in your cheeks despite your best efforts. You opened your mouth, a retort already forming, but Gojo pressed forward in a languid slink that left you momentarily poleaxed.

"So tell me..." he practically purred, deep voice like velvet sin caressing your heated skin as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his body heat. "Should I be concerned one of my private indulgences is being...thoroughly and repeatedly savored without my knowledge?"

His gaze was nothing short of smoldering brimstone as it slowly raked down to your lips, then back up in a molten trail of promise and unspoken challenge. You swallowed hard against the want suddenly rasping in your throat.

There it was - the direct confrontation, laying his cards out on the table as he waited to see if you would finally buckle under the simmering tension. Admit to your crimes boldly escalating this dangerous game between you.

Your heart thundered riotously in your chest as you maintained Gojo's heated stare. You could still attempt to refute the evidence, to feign innocence and continue taunting him down this path of exquisite temptation a while longer.

Or...you could take the plunge and see exactly where the shattered edge of restraint between you ultimately led to shameless indulgence.

Slowly, you allowed your tongue to sweep over your lips in a deliberate glide - tasting phantom sweetness lingering there and watching Gojo's pupils blow wider. Unwavering challenge sparked bright in your gaze as you leaned in until your mouths were a succulent hairsbreadth apart and you could feel his ragged exhale ghost over your lips.

"Why don't you come a little closer," you murmured in a voice gone husky and dripping sin. "And find out for yourself?"

A muscle ticked high in Gojo's clenched jaw as he visibly fought to maintain the last tattered shreds of control. You watched his throat work convulsively as you traced the tempting curve of his bottom lip with your gaze.

Whatever simmered behind that fiery stare held the promise of unleashed, primal intent. You could feel the sheer undercurrent of want and restrained desire rolling off him in suffocating waves.

This was it - the precipice the two of you had been hurtling towards through heated denials and greedy back-and-forth indulgences. One of you was about to finally go crashing over the edge into unbridled, unrestrained temptation.

And this time, you couldn't even begin to predict which of you would shatter first.

Gojo's eyes smoldered like molten brimstone in the weighted silence after your brazen invitation for him to "find out for himself" about the sugared sins you'd been committing. You could practically see the internal war raging within him - the fight to maintain his rapidly shredding restraint against the primal urge to finally shatter all barriers between you.

His chest rose and fell in harsh breaths, giving away the tumultuous storm of arousal you'd stoked with your defiant words and unrepentant gaze. For one dizzyingly suspended moment, you thought he might actually concede defeat and surge forward to claim the indecent liberties he'd been taunting you both towards.

But then, with what seemed like a herculean force of will and gritted teeth, Gojo managed to wrestle back some semblance of hard-won control. You watched the tendons flex in his straining jaw and neck as he swallowed thickly, forcibly reining himself back from that irresistible edge.

"You..." he began, then stopped to clear the roughened rasp from his voice. "You have no idea what flames you're stoking, little one."

His tone retained that dark graveled promise of sin waiting to be unleashed. Gojo leaned impossibly closer, near enough that you could smell the heady, masculine scent of him - like sandalwood and the barest hint of citrus. He trapped you in the banked inferno of his stare.

"If you knew what was truly good for you," Gojo murmured in a dangerously heated undertone, "You'd stop pushing me to finally make good on those brazen taunts of yours."

His gaze pointedly raked over your lips before returning to your wide eyes - a clear indication that he knew precisely which provocative gestures and indulgences had been the last straw in eroding his restraint. You felt a fresh blaze of molten heat scorch through you at the blatant reminder.

A beat of loaded quiet pulsed hotly between you as Gojo searched your features with ravenous intensity, silently demanding you heed his veiled warnings. Daring you to continue down this path of escalating temptation towards its inevitable conclusion.

But almost as soon as the challenge kindled behind his eyes, Gojo reined it in with another harsh inhalation through his flared nostrils. You watched his throat convulse once more as he visibly wrestled his rapidly unwinding control back into place.

When next he spoke, his tone was low and ominously measured - a clear front to conceal the maelstrom of restrained want still simmering beneath the veneer.

"Whether you choose to curb those self-destructive impulses is ultimately up to you," Gojo stated evenly. "But make no mistake - I won't be responsible for the consequences if you persist in needlessly provoking me much further."

The words landed like a physical blow, sudden and disorienting after all the heated innuendos and provocations that came before. He was putting up a wall now, you realized. Throwing up those implacable barriers between you in an attempt to claw back his fleeting control of the situation.

And damn if his efforts to create that distance, to retreat from the precipice you'd both been teetering over, didn't somehow only stoke the flames of challenge burning brighter in your veins. If anything, you felt even more recklessly determined to keep this dangerous game escalating between you - if only to see just how far Gojo's self-restraint could truly be pushed.

So you simply arched a single taunting eyebrow and regarded him steadily, refusing to be cowed. "Is that a threat...or simply more incentive for me, Sensei?"

A muscle ticked high in Gojo's clenched jaw at your insolent rejoinder. His lips peeled back from gritted teeth as he visibly struggled to contain the growl rumbling up from his chest. That carefully curated mask of composure very nearly slipped once more.

"Don't test me, pet," he all but snarled. "I can promise you won't enjoy having to discover where the limits of even my restraint ultimately lie."

With that final dark-edged warning, Gojo abruptly spun on his heel and stalked out of the training room - shoulders tense and fists clenched in a clear display of how very near to shattering he'd brought himself.

You watched him go, heart thundering wildly as tremors of excitement and want continued lancing through you in searing waves. There was no mistaking or denying it now - Gojo was nearing his limits. And unless one of you found a way to relieve this cataclysmic tension, you both might very well end up swept away by the sheer, unrestrained force of it when he finally reached his breaking point.

The delicious possibilities of what that unbridled release could bring had your mouth watering in heady anticipation.

The thrill of forbidden temptation sang bright in your veins as you crept through the deserted training halls that night. You traced the familiar path to Gojo's private sweets locker almost subconsciously, anticipation building with every whisper of movement.

Despite his ominous warnings after your last provocative encounter, you found yourself utterly unable to resist seeking out another clandestine indulgence. If anything, the prospect of pushing your teacher’s restraint that much further, of seeing what deliciously dark consequences awaited if you persisted, only stoked your reckless daring.

You licked your lips unconsciously as you deftly spun the dial on the safe's lock, the metallic clicks seeming to echo obscenely in the stillness around you. Each turn felt charged with illicit promise as the tumblers gradually released.

Finally, the heavy door fell open with a low groan of steel. You felt your pulse kick up in excitement as the dimly lit locker's contents were revealed.

There, amidst the usual assortment of gourmet chocolates and delicate pastries, rested a small satin box you didn't recall seeing before. Something about its conspicuous placement, about the air of clear enticement surrounding the mysterious confection made your mouth go dry with want.

You knew you should simply take your usual treats and depart before potentially being caught out. But the siren call of discovering just what sinful indulgences might be hidden inside that intriguing little package proved too difficult to resist.

With a furtive glance over your shoulder, you gingerly plucked up the box and slowly cracked open the hinged lid. A burst of rich, heady fragrance immediately washed over you - velvety dark chocolate mingled with exotic spices and intoxicating floral notes.

Inside nestled a assortment of glossy, liqueur-filled truffles glistening with glazed cocoa butter. Each one looked utterly sumptuous and impossibly decadent. Without even thinking, you found yourself reaching out to pluck up one of the confections, mesmerized by the depth of flavor promised in its simplistic form.

The first molten bite practically melted on your tongue in a rapturous burst of creamy ganache and tart-sweet berry compote. You closed your eyes with a faint moan of bliss as the lavish flavor notes danced over your palate. These were easily the most exquisite chocolates you'd ever tasted.

But no sooner had you swallowed down that indulgent first bite, than a strange heated flush began blooming beneath your skin. You furrowed your brow, puzzling at the disconcerting yet somehow delicious prickling sensation now racing along your limbs in tingling waves.

Before you could analyze it further, a low dark chuckle suddenly sounded from the shadowed corner of the small locker room - setting your pulse to jackrabbiting as you whirled around.

"I wondered just how long it might take you to stumble into that particular snare," the familiar velvet rumble intoned.

Gojo emerged slowly from the inky corner, looking like some sort of large jungle cat lazily rising from where he'd clearly been lying in wait. The dim lighting turned his obscuring shades into twin dark mirrors that reflected your rapidly paling features back at you.

Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth as Gojo prowled in a slow, predatory circle - effectively caging you back against the cool metal of the safe. His lips curved in a sharp, haunting smile that sent a fresh frisson of molten unease trickling down your spine.

"Did you truly think I wouldn't notice the, ah...inconsistencies in my supply?" Gojo tsked softly, shaking his head in mock remorse as he continued closing the distance between you. "That your little criminal endeavors would go undetected indefinitely?"

You opened your mouth, some faint denial already forming on your lips. But another searing lash of that disconcerting liquid heat suddenly flared low in your abdomen - robbing you of breath and composure.

Gojo's smile turned distinctly more feral at whatever must have shown on your face in that moment. "Ah, so you're just now starting to feel the first delicious effects of the aphrodisiacs, are you?"

His words struck you like a physical blow as comprehension dawned in a sickening rush. The strange, overwhelming arousal now rapidly suffusing your limbs and core...of course it had to be the result of an aphrodisiac imbued within that seemingly innocuous selection of chocolates.

Gojo had planned this entire seduction from the start - lacing his private stash with sinfully intoxicating confections, then waiting for you to take the bait like the impulsive, reckless pupil he knew you to be.

You tried to stumble backwards, to seek some meager distance and control over whatever molten Gojo had set into torrid motion inside you.

But your teacher merely tsked again and continued his unhurried advance until his body heat practically radiated over your feverish skin. Until you could feel his breath fanning tauntingly over your lips as he leaned in close with dark, wicked promise.

"No more running now, pet," Gojo purred in that low, sin-stained rasp. "I do hope you're finally prepared to face the...consequences of repeatedly testing my restraint."

The last threads of your control swiftly began to fray under the relentless onslaught of the aphrodisiac and Gojo's searing proximity. You trembled helplessly, mouth gone bone dry as overwhelming need began whiting out the edges of your vision.

Gojo seemed to revel in your tormented struggle, in how utterly undone you were swiftly becoming as his intoxicating machinations took root. His smirk was all razor-edges and merciless intent as he reached out to toy with a lock of your hair, the ghost of a caress somehow even more inflaming than a firmer touch.

"We've been baiting this exquisite tension between us for far too long now," he rumbled in a voice gone dreamily viscous with dark promise. "It's long past time to finally stop fighting and give into those simmering cravings entirely..."

You whimpered softly as another scorching shudder lanced through you, desire now rapidly eclipsing any lingering caution or defenses. Gojo's shades had slipped enough for you to glimpse the banked inferno of naked lust now smoldering in his eyes.

There would be no more games, no more playful denials or flights of willpower after this night. Gojo had expertly maneuvered you both to the very edge of that shuddering precipice. Now there was nothing left to do but finally embrace the inevitable freefall into wanton, unbridled indulgence together.

This delirious moment of reckoning had been simmering for far too long between you both. And now...now all that remained was to give yourselves over to it in a crashing wave of temptation as Gojo leaned inexorably, irresistibly closer—

Gojo's dark chuckle resonated through you like sin made audible as he drank in your trembling struggle against the relentless onslaught of desire he'd orchestrated.

"Such delicious fortitude," he rumbled in voice gone gravelly and rough with banked restraint. "But we both know that craving, that exquisite ache, is only going to grow more...insistent with each moment you persist in denying it."

You whimpered faintly as a fresh wave of blazing need crashed over you in searing affirmation of his words. Your core felt like molten friction, like being slowly consumed from the inside out by wanton hunger.

Gojo watched the storm of anguished arousal play out over your features with ravenous delight. He reached out with agonizing leisure, calloused fingertips trailing over the heated flush staining your cheekbones in a scarcely-there caress that somehow only stoked the flames raging within you higher.

"Now then," he practically purred, voice dropping into an obscene register that had you quaking. "Why don't you be a good girl and show your sensei just how thoroughly you've learned the principle of giving in to temptation?"

His fingertips trailed lower, drifting in a searing line down the slender column of your throat. You gasped at the deliberate intimacy of the touch, entire body arching shamelessly into the contact despite yourself.

Gojo's lips curved in a sharp smile of vicious victory as his thumb grazed torturously over your wildly fluttering pulse point. "That's it, pet...fight it all you want. We both know how this is going to end."

You barely registered his murmured taunts as Gojo continued mapping out every fevered inch of your overstimulated skin. Each brush of his callused fingertips against your overheated flesh felt like being licked by open flame, reducing what little restraint you'd been grasping at to smoldering ash.

It was too much - the reckless thrill, the exhilarating lack of control, the sheer rapturous potential of finally letting yourself tumble over into oblivion with the one person you'd been denying this cataclysmic attraction to for far too long.

A strangled sound resonated up from your chest - part moan, part growl of pure unleashed yearning. Then you were surging up and crashing your lips against Gojo's in a searing, needful kiss.

He froze for only a split second at your sudden boldness. But then Gojo's hands were combing ravenously into your hair, lips parting in a slick glide to deepen the contact as a guttural groan vibrated from low in his chest.

Your mouth moved in frantic synchronicity as you finally, blissfully surrendered your restraint to his capable hands. The taste of him - exotic spices and dark, smoky sin - flooded your senses until you felt utterly dizzy with delirious gratification.

Gojo took ruthless advantage of your momentary weakness, his wicked tongue spearing past your lips to tangle with yours in a molten duel of need and possession. He slanted your mouth this way and that, a wild clash of slick heat and carnal desperation igniting between you.

You clutched dizzily at his shoulders, his hips, anything to anchor you as Gojo plundered the exquisite velvet of your mouth with clear expertise and primal intent. Each lap of his sinful tongue only stoked the raging wildfire of your desire higher, hotter, brighter--

Until there was nothing left but searing sensation. Nothing but molten slick heat and the delirious surrender to finally releasing that long-denied, rapturous gratification at last.

When the two of you eventually broke apart, panting and utterly debauched, the air between you had gone molten and sultry. Your lips felt bruised and swollen, still tingling from the delicious onslaught of his mouth.

Gojo's smile was wickedly satisfied as his darkened gaze flicked back and forth between your eyes. "Well now...I suppose I should've anticipated my favorite student would be a biter."

You flushed at the teasing, at the memory of your teeth sinking into the full, succulent swell of his bottom lip as he'd taken command of the kiss. But your embarrassment quickly morphed into something more heated as Gojo's fingers idly traced the seam of your kiss-swollen bottom lip.

"But since I can't seem to stop indulging you..." he mused. Then, lightning-quick, Gojo snatched a fistful of your hair and tugged hard.

A shocked gasp tore from your throat at the sudden jolt of pain-edged pleasure. But before you could properly respond, his mouth was back on yours - devouring you with a ravenousness that threatened to steal the very breath from your lungs.

You groaned, arching into his demanding grip as Gojo continued to ravage your lips in a heady rush of want. The feeling of his body pressed so intimately against yours, of those calloused fingers still gripping tight enough to sting, of his tongue lapping greedily into your mouth - all of it combined to send fresh bolts of heat spiraling through your core.

You felt as though you were being slowly immolated by the flames of your own desire. Like some dark, sensual creature had taken possession of your body and mind, leaving nothing behind but pure, wanton need.

And if the way Gojo's free hand was currently mapping a greedy path over the feverish swell of your hip was any indication, he was just as far gone as you. His palm slid possessively over the curve of your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as his lips continued their ravenous onslaught.

When at last he pulled back, Gojo's grin was all predatory hunger and sharp, lethal satisfaction. "Let's see what else my favorite little thief can offer, hmm?"

Then his hand was delving between your thighs, sliding into the soaked satin of your panties to find the molten slick of your core. The first brush of his fingers against your throbbing flesh sent a full-body shudder wracking through you, a low whine of need echoing up from the very depths of your chest.

"S-Sensei--"

Your broken plea earned you a low, dangerous growl as Gojo's lips found the curve of your jaw. "You keep calling me that," he murmured, the words a sultry rasp against the shell of your ear. "And I'm liable to get ideas, pet."

You moaned helplessly, already feeling yourself spiraling closer to the brink. His fingers continued stroking you, exploring the molten, needy heat between your legs as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck.

The combined sensations were enough to shatter what little was left of your restraint. You clung to Gojo's shoulders, rocking mindlessly against the deft ministrations of his hand. Each pass of his calloused fingertips against your heated flesh, each sinful lick and suckle against the sensitive skin of your throat, only served to drive you further towards the precipice.

When Gojo's teeth suddenly scraped against the tender flesh below your ear, a strangled cry of pleasure tore from your lips. You could feel yourself careening toward release, the pressure and tension winding tighter and tighter with every delicious stroke.

Gojo must have sensed it too. Because his pace only increased, his touch growing rougher, more insistent. His free hand continued fisting into the silken strands of your hair, the dual points of stimulation only adding to the searing intensity of the moment.

"Go on," he urged, voice a rough, heady rasp. "Be a good girl and come for me."

Then his thumb was grazing over your clit, stroking you in a devastatingly perfect rhythm. A strangled cry escaped your lips as the molten pressure building within you finally shattered. Your whole body shuddered and spasmed, hot, clear fluid gushing out to stain the floor.

Gojo continued working you through the delirious aftershocks, coaxing out every last drop of release. You gasped and whimpered, clinging to his shoulders as the final tremors finally subsided.

Your vision was still hazy, the room spinning slightly as Gojo withdrew his fingers. You watched dazedly as he lifted his hand, the slick shine of your arousal coating his fingers in a viscous, unmistakable sheen.

His lips curved in a sharp smile as he regarded you through half-lidded eyes. "So, so sweet," he practically purred, voice thick and syrupy with decadent intent. "But I'm afraid my favorite little thief has yet to fulfill the principle of 'giving in to temptation' fully."

Gojo brought his hand to his lips, tongue snaking out to taste the evidence of your arousal. A low, heady groan resonated up from his chest, like a man savoring a forbidden treat. You felt a fresh wave of molten need course through you at the decadent sight.

"I have a feeling," Gojo mused, voice dripping dark and honeyed sin. "That this will take several lessons in self-restraint. Several thorough demonstrations of exactly how much I've been...holding back until now."

You felt another pulse of desire flood through you at his words. You knew the two of you should stop before things escalated any further. That you'd already pushed the limits of this dangerous game between you beyond the point of no return.

But the look in Gojo's eyes as his gaze raked over you - predatory and unbridled and full of ravenous want - made it clear the night's indulgences had only just begun.

There would be time for regret and shame later, for reckoning with the consequences of what was surely a doomed affair. But for now, with that delirious edge of want and depraved anticipation still singing through your veins, you could think of nothing you desired more than to finally give in to this reckless, irresistible temptation--

You opened your mouth, a retort already forming. But Gojo merely smiled that sharp, sinful smile and surged forward. His mouth slanted over yours, swallowing the last remnants of your protests and rational thought as he pressed you back against the cool metal of the sweets locker.

Your arms went around his neck, hands delving into the silken fall of his hair as his lips moved hungrily against yours. Gojo's tongue swept into your mouth, stealing your breath and the last shreds of your willpower in a single, sinfully delicious rush.

The taste of you - tart-sweet and addictive, like forbidden fruit - made a heady groan rumble up from deep within his chest. You could feel the proof of his desire straining against the confines of his pants, pressed hotly against the feverish flesh of your belly.

Gojo's mouth left a trail of burning fire wherever it touched, his hands mapping out the curves and planes of your body with an expert's deft touch. Every flick of his wicked tongue, every caress and slide of his palm, only served to stoke the inferno of lust blazing within you.

It was impossible to tell where one of you ended and the other began. All you knew was the delicious heat, the intoxicating friction of his mouth on yours. The feeling of Gojo's body pinning you against the locker, the hard lines and planes of his chest and abs pressing tantalizingly against your softness.

And when he finally released you, panting and breathless and thoroughly debauched, the sight of his eyes - dark and wild and full of primal intent - made your heart race faster than it ever had before.

Gojo's gaze roved over you, drinking in the evidence of his ravishment with a smug, possessive satisfaction. His thumb trailed lightly over your kiss-swollen lips, and you couldn't resist darting out to taste the salt and musk lingering on the pad.

A low growl rumbled up from deep in his chest, the sound sending a fresh thrill of anticipation racing down your spine. Gojo leaned in, his voice a sultry, seductive purr against the shell of your ear.

"I can't wait to see what other sinful indulgences my favorite student might have hidden away."

And then, in a blur of motion, Gojo spun you around and pressed you face-first into the cold metal of the locker door. Your breath caught in your throat at the unexpected move.

His palm ghosted slowly down the curve of your spine, the deliberate contact sending a shiver through you. His voice was a low, wicked promise against the back of your neck. "Let's find out just how deep your cravings for this exquisite tension run, shall we?"

And then his fingers were delving back into the soaked satin between your legs, teasing and stroking you to the brink of madness. His lips left a searing trail of kisses and bites down the side of your neck, marking the tender flesh for anyone to see.

Each press of his calloused fingers against your molten core made you tremble and moan, helpless against the overwhelming onslaught of sensations. Your body moved of its own accord, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand as the pressure built higher and higher.

Gojo's breathing was ragged, his free hand fisting in your hair as he continued his relentless pursuit. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing hot and insistent against the small of your back, the sheer evidence of his desire only adding fuel to the blaze within you.

It was too much, too intense, too overwhelming. The feel of his fingers inside you, the heat of his breath against your fevered skin, the scent of his cologne mingling with your sweat and sex. It was all too much.

You threw your head back, gasping and shuddering as the pressure finally crested, the world seeming to shatter apart beneath the force of your release. Gojo continued stroking you, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from you as the waves of pleasure washed over you.

You slumped against the locker door, utterly spent and sated, as the final tremors of release subsided. Gojo's lips brushed lightly against the nape of your neck, the gesture surprisingly tender after the ferocity of his earlier attentions.

He stepped back, allowing you to catch your breath and regain your bearings. The sight of his smirk, equal parts smug and satisfied, made a blush creep into your cheeks.

"So," he drawled, voice low and husky with lingering desire. "Have you learned the proper lesson, my little thief?"

You licked your lips, tasting the salty-sweet tang of sweat and desire. Your heart was still racing, body tingling from the aftereffects of release.

And despite the heady satisfaction still coursing through your veins, the craving for more lingered.

"I'm not sure," you said, voice trembling slightly. "Maybe we should continue the lesson...just to make sure I understand."

Gojo's smirk grew wider, sharper, hungrier. He stepped forward, pressing himself against your back. You could feel the evidence of his own desire straining against the confines of his pants.

"Oh, I think we'll have to continue this lesson until I'm certain you've learned it," he murmured, the words a low, seductive purr against the shell of your ear.

His hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, calloused fingers brushing teasingly against the feverish skin of your abdomen.

"After all," he continued, tone dipping into a dark, suggestive register. "It's never a bad idea to be thorough when instructing my favorite student."

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