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„I thought, you would teach me how to play the violin?", you stammered, pressed against the wall as the white-haired man was hovering over you, his arms trapping you, leaving no escape.
"Really?", he chuckled and tilted his head. "I must be a much better liar than I thought, but of course, everything I do, I do very... very well." You felt your blood rushing through your cheeks, and you looked down, avoiding his sparkling blue eyes.
"Do you even know how to play the violin?", you asked, trying to change the subject but it was no use.
"Don't try to fool yourself, now, Y/N, I know you love me." You gasped and tried to duck under his arms to get some space, but his strong hands got a hold of your shoulders and pressed you further against the cold wall, it caused goose bumps creeping over your skin.
"Ah, Gojo! Let me go, this isn't funny."
Another small chuckle escaped his soft-looking lips, and he bowed his head down to yours catching your eyes in a never-ending starting battle. "Who said it was?"
"Well...", you stammered. "You look like you are enjoying teasing me like that."
"What if I do?"
"As I said, Gojo, this is not funny.", you crossed your arms over your chest. "I really thought, you would be nice to me this time instead of teasing me like the time when we were to destroy a curse."
"Oh.", he said amused and got a little bit closer to you. "I had the impression that you seemed to enjoy it very much."
"You almost crushed me."
"That's what she said."
"Oh, shut up, will you?", you didn't know if you should be angry, you wanted to, but you couldn't, not when you were looking into these sky-eyes of his, and damn were his lips always that soft-looking? Your mind wandered to what they would feel like against yours.
"Oi", he purred and got closer again, your nose almost touching. "My eyes are up here."
"You are a jerk, Gojo."
"I mean, I can be your jerk if you want me to.", his voice almost a whisper, he now laid his hands on your hips and pulled you to his chest, those blue eyes never leaving yours. "How about that?" Nervousness creeped through your body like a parasite, and you didn't want to know how your face looked like by now. You knew he was not someone who would bound himself to one person. He was very aware of the effect he had on women. He knew what to say to wrap them around is little finger and he knew what to do to make your knees weak. So weak you had to grab his blue shirt that suited him so well.
I can be your jerk his words echoed in your mind again and again like a holy chant you would never forget. His eyes were staring right into your soul, that's what it felt like for you and you coursed yourself for admitting the fact that you were completely lost in them. You knew you couldn't resist him any longer. Not with that now soft look he gave you. You looked away to the little violin lying on the floor, completely forgotten about. Now a sigh escaped your lips and you looked back to his glowing eyes. A feeling of sensation and excitement filling you.
"Well... fuck the violin, I guess, huh?", you asked giving in to his embrace and gasped as he suddenly grabbed your thighs and had your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed you hard against the wall.
He chuckled, licking his lips, and said with a victorious grin: "Yes. The violin...."
Before you managed to say something, his soft lips were on your own and he tightened his grip on your thighs, making you gasp. Opportunity taken, he slipped his tongue through between your lips and you tasted strawberries on his flexible muscle. Unable to resist anymore you let your hands feel his hard arms, running up to his neck and grasping his snow-hair, pulling Gojo more into you. You could feel his chest vibrating as he chuckled into the kiss and his hands moved from your thighs up to your bottom, squeezing the flesh under your shorts.
“Damn.”, he breathed a little frustrated after he separated his face from yours, a string of saliva connecting your lips. “Why do you have to wear those shorts? What happened to your lovely skirt?”
You rolled your eyes and shook your head, your face as red as a tomato. “Some clothes need some washing after a certain amount of time, you know?”
“If it had been up to me, you wouldn’t have had to get dressed at all.”, he grinned, licking his lips and attacked your neck. A moan managed to escape your throat and you blushed harder when you felt him chuckle deeply and felt his teeth taking small bits of your skin in between them.
“A-Ah! Gojo!”, you had to control yourself not to scream as you felt him sucking on your neck. Your legs were shaking and you tightened them around his waist. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure everyone knows what’s up.”, he said amused, licking the dark mark he left on your skin and tilted his head to the other direction to repeat the action on the other side of your neck. “Besides”, he continued panting. “By the looks of it, you enjoy this very much.”
Your nails trailed down his neck and you held onto his shoulders as another moan escaped your lips, this time louder. After he was done with the second mark, he came back to your face to catch you into another heated kiss, his tongue playing impatiently with yours and you felt his right hand tuck on the hem of your shirt, pulling it out of your shorts. A shiver ran down your spine as his cold slender fingers touched the hot skin of your belly. His hand caressed every inch of it, running up and down, eventually cupping one of your breasts, squeezing it hard.
Your moans were like music to his ears, coming out of your pretty mouth like it did nothing else in its time of existence. “I hate bras, you know.”, he said after the make-out-session and looked at you with his blue eyes. “They prevent your little ladies from bouncing when you walk.”
“Pervert.”
“Now, Y/N, that’s not very nice. I know that you are looking, too.”, if you weren’t in this situation, you probably would try to slap him but you also knew that this would be of no use since he would either not let you touch him through his infinity or even just fly away.
You gasped as his hand was at your back, unclasping your bra and another second later your shirt was ripped into shreds. “Gojo!”
“I’ll buy you another one once we’re done here.”, he promised, throwing your bra in a corner of the room. “Much better.”, while his left hand is still holding onto your bottom, his free right hand took ahold of one of your breasts and massaged the flesh eagerly, his mouth finding a nice spot on your right shoulder, sucking hard on your sensitive skin.
Your back pressed against the wall was starting to feel numb and it made you uncomfortable, since the wall wasn’t getting any softer. Against your pleasure, you laid your hands on his broad shoulders, pushing his face away from marking you again. His face showed curiosity mixed with a hint of annoyance for interrupting him.
“What is it, my lovely?”, he asked tilting his head like an innocent kitten as if he didn’t cause you to be a blushing and panting mess.
“It’s kind of getting hard.”
“Well, of course it’s getting hard.”
“Not that, you idiot.”, you slapped his shoulders and where genuinely surprised to see that he actually let you slap him and didn’t turn on his infinity. “The wall is getting hella uncomfortable to be pressed on, you know? Can we, I don’t know, continue someplace else?”
“The table?”, oh, how much you loved and hated this shit-eating grin of his. “I’d like that a lot.”
But you shook your head and sighed. “I meant a bed or a couch. Something soft.”
“Ohh.”, he raised an eyebrow and licked his lips while returning his right hand back to your bottom and lifting you off the wall. Immediately you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep your balance. “I think I can help with that.”, he kissed you, pressing you harder against him. Your crotch rubbing against his, making you both moan into each other’s mouth.
He was about to warp the two of you to his room on his bed but was stopped, when he heard a knock on the door followed by a loud, excited voice. “Gojo-sensei! Are we going to Tokyo now, or what?”
You froze and disconnected your lips from him to look at the closed door with wide eyes as you heard Yuji trying to open the door.
“Oops, I totally forgot about that.”, Gojo laughed quietly and sighed.
“You forgot about a trip to Tokyo with Yuji?” you asked and raised an eyebrow.
“Well, Megumi and Nobara are coming to, I guess.”, he continued while looking at you with puppy-eyes. “Can we continue this later, pleeaaseee?”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t” he grinned and kissed you.
You were almost forgetting the young student outside the door, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck to deepen the kiss, but apparently… “Gojo-senseiiiiiii!”
You almost moaned loudly out of annoyance, but the sorcerer kept your lips on his and slowly let you down on your feet. “I should go before he crashes the door.”
“Alright… wait…”, you realized that your upper body was completely exposed and you crossed your arms over your chest out of embarrassment.
“Now, now.”, Gojo laughed and unbuttoned his bright-blue shirt. If it was even possible, your face got hotter by the first glimpse of his naked chest and you looked away. Why are you so embarrassed now when you were practically glued together barely a minute ago?
In your hasty thoughts you didn’t notice Gojo being shirtless, just after he laid his shirt over your shoulders and helped your arms through the long sleeves, you looked up and focused hard on not drooling like a waterfall. You let him button his shirt up and chuckled a little bit when his hands accidently brushed the warm skin of your breasts while doing so.
“I like that look.”, he finally said after he stood straight in front of you, looking down on you.
“Shut up.”, you stammered and tried to hide your face behind your hands but he took your wrists and pulled you back to him. He leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips.
“Now, I gotta go. I’ll be seeing you tonight, ya?”, he winked and ruffled your hair and made his way to the door. As he opened it a boy with pink hair fell face-first on the floor in the room which made Gojo chuckle quietly. “Ahh, Yuji-kun.”, he greeted his student. “Come on, now, let’s go.”
“Why do we always have to wait for you?”, Yuji pouted and rubbed his red nose, not even noticing you and getting up. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt or something?”
“Because, my dear student, I gave it to someone who needed it badly.”, Gojo answered while pointing a finger in your direction.
Finally, Yuji looked at you with a puzzled expression and you could see the wheels in his head turning. He looked at your messy hear, your red face, your uneven breathing and then at the shreds of your poor shirt laying in a dark corner of the room. At this moment you just wanted the ground to open itself and swallow you whole.
“Huh?”, you heard the boy say and you watched as his eyes turned from the shreds to you and your little marks on your neck and then go Gojo. He repeated it a couple of times, before his eyes shot wide open and he wildly waved his arms around, as he was trying so say something but the only sounds that were coming from his mouth were incomprehensible and almost from another world.
“Alright, Yuju-kun, let’s goooo before Megumi is starting to complain again.”, Gojo sang and grabbed the collar of the poor boy, who was still trying to say something, and dragged him out of the room, while winking at you and whispering “Keep the shirt on until I get back.”