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No one ever wanted to spar with Maki. It probably wasn’t a bad instinct altogether. Her opponents left the mat bruised and bloodied nine times out of ten. Even when she lost she never went down easy. Adrenaline, fear, or anger never made her sloppy in a fight. She kept her control and lethal precision. Other classmates were stronger than her of course, but in this environment, she was a god. All naked ambition and spite.
Maki was alone practicing knife techniques in a training room when she heard Nobara outside.
“It’s my turn with the room.”
She hadn’t known Nobara for very long but she had heard a good amount. She wasn’t from a big family, she was loud and abrasive and even Gojo seemed to be a little bit scared of her.
“I’m using it,” she replied without even looking up.
“Wanna spar?” Nobara said, “Winner gets to train here?”
“Why?” Maki spat back. “I already have the room I have nothing to gain.”
“But it’ll be fun!” Nobara replied with a smirk, “What? Scared you’re going to lose?”
All of a sudden Maki was listening. The idea of any of the first years honestly wanting to fight her was entertaining in and of itself. But the fact that it was Nobara was all the more intriguing.
“Damn, you’re pretty cocky aren’t you?” Maki said, “You should probably be more afraid of me right now.” Nobara just smiled.
When the nail flew past Maki’s head she had barely enough time to dodge, but the next one she was ready for. A perfectly timed slash left it cut in half as it fell at her feet. Nobara was honestly shocked for a moment, no one had ever even tried that before let alone succeeded. Maki took the redhead's confusion as an opening, rushing her from across the room. Her knife was blocked by the hammer when Nobara caught wind of what was happening. She wasn’t going to give Maki any easy shots. Quickly pulling away she slammed the top of the hammer into her ribs, going for a right hook that knocked Maki’s glasses to the floor.
Nobara grabbed her hair to pull her face up. “So should I still be afraid of you?”
Without warning Maki brought her hands up to the arm holding her hair, getting back to her feet she threw the knife up, catching it with her other hand as she kicked Nobara’s legs out from under her. Seconds later her opponent was on her back with Maki straddling her hips pressing the cursed knife to her throat and pinning Nobara’s hands behind her here on the mat. Nobara sat just laid there for a moment, struggling to catch her breath. A thin cut on her cheek was bleeding, Maki must have hit her on the way down with the blade. Nobara finally made eye contact with the woman above her. The smug expression made her blush and try to get free.
“Uh uh uh be careful. I wouldn’t want to accidentally cut you again.” She said as she ran the blade lightly down Nobara’s chest.
“Bitch” she spat. But when Maki pressed the knife a little harder she swore she heard something akin to a whine then a true protest. Nobara realized her mistake and shot her a downright malicious glare.
Maki laughed looking down at her opponent who was squirming but still immobilized “Are you getting off on this?” She asked. Nobara went still. She opened her mouth, probably to deny the accusation when Maki ground her hips down experimentally. This time the sound was clearer.
She leaned down a little closer to Nobara, moving the knife back to her throat. “You’re finally being still,” she observed,
“Good girl.”
The blush spread darker across the redhead’s cheeks like a wildfire, but she didn’t move. She didn’t shoot a mean comment or sarcastic jab. It seemed like for the first time in her life, she was truly at a loss for words. Maki liked it, a lot. “I can let you go now, if you want”
Nobara took a moment to think, to try and fully comprehend the situation. In her head, the fight had always ended the opposite way. She planned some snide comment about letting her win but she knew how disingenuous it would sound. And being called a good girl by a woman still holding a knife to her throat was something she had never really experienced.
She pushed her body as far up as it would go, straining against the force pinning down her arms. The kiss almost caught Maki off guard, she dropped her grip on Nobara’s hands to hold her jaw, letting her finally sit up. They kissed as all the adrenaline turned to lust.
“You didn’t even try to take the knife, that’s cute,” Maki responded, digging the blade in just a little for effect. A little bit of blood dripped down from Nobara’s neck, matching the red on her face.
“It’s not like you’re going to kill me here.”
Maki thought for a minute. She made a fair point. She twirled the blade around her fingers stashing it in the pocket of her jacket. She let Nobara move up to sit on her lap kissing her harder as she ground her hips down. She moved to try and get Maki’s shirt off as they were both soon discarded in a heap on the floor.
She pulls at the waistband of Nobara’s pants.
“You want this?” she asked. Despite herself, Nobara was flustered, her eyes were glassy and her lips looked bruised as a scab was forming across her cheekbone. She looked up at Maki.
“God yes” She gasped out the taller woman moved to pull down her pants. Maki smiled down at her, holding her face with a strong hand.
“You look so pretty, all flushed for me.” Nobara couldn’t help but moan a little at the praise as Maki pushed the lacy panties down to her ankles.
“Hmm so wet already? Where you this turned on just from our little fight?” She asked condescendingly.
“And you weren’t?” Nobara responded, a little out of breath, “you’re clearly having a lot of fun with this.” her cocky tone was reduced to a whine when Maki found her clit. She wrapped her other hand around Nobara’s neck making her go a little dizzy from the lack of air.
“Better now?” she asked watching Nobara writhe and moan from the pleasure. She didn’t let up until the other girl was panting for breath, careful to control the pressure on her neck. Maki moved her hand to tease her more. Her breath hitched when she felt the new sensation. the fingers rested there, playing with the wetness while Nobara whined.
“Come on Maki!” She said with as much authority as she could muster in the current situation.
“Say please,” Maki responded, as Nobara tried to grind down onto her hand. It was no use though. The hand on her neck kept her in place. She heard Nobara swallow.
“Fine” she huffed.
“What was that?”
Normally Nobara would have punched her for that but right now her mind was almost blank. She couldn’t think of anything besides Maki. She would have said anything at that point.
“Please fuck me.” A moment later her wish was granted. Maki’s long slender fingers set a hard fast pace. She must have been making too much noise because the hand on her neck moved to clamp over her mouth. The walls weren’t all that thick and Maki did not want to have to explain this to anyone. She shoved two fingers past Nobara’s lips feeling the redhead begin to suck.
“Fuck.” Maki said, breathlessly, “That’s hot”.
As her other hand started assaulting her partner’s g spot she watched Nobara begin to come undone around her. Sweat made her hair stick to her forehead her cheeks were bright red her mouth was coated in spit moaning around Maki’s fingers. She looked wrecked. Maki leaned into her ear, fucking her harder as she tried to stifle moans.
“What a pretty little slut.” She smiled feeling the other woman twitch around her. “You want to cum?”
She asked, watching as Nobara frantically tried to nod her head. She tried to speak but Maki didn’t move her fingers, making the garbled please nearly impossible to make out.
“Ok, do it then, cum.” She felt Nobara clench and twitch around her, a scream was barely muffled as Maki fucked her through her release.
A few moments later Nobara laid practically boneless on the mat. “Are you ok?” She asked. Nobara looked honestly happier than Maki had ever seen her.
“Of course I’m ok” she snapped, pulling the other woman in for a kiss. She started moving down, kissing and licking down her neck and chest. When she got down to Maki’s abs her hands felt across the defined muscles. She noticed the bruise forming where she hit her with the hammer earlier. Pulling the waistband on Maki’s shorts she smirked up at her. “My turn.” She said with a smile. Maki smirked, looking down at her lightly petting her hair.
“Ok princess, let's see what you got.” Maki was already soaked through her underwear and she did want to get off. She absentmindedly wondered if Nobara had done this before.
That question was answered rather quickly when the shorter woman got to work. Her tongue working expertly at her clit as Maki swallowed a moan. She bought her hand to grab a fist of the auburn hair as she pushed her farther in. Soon Maki was fucking her face chasing her own release as Nobara ate her out with the same brutal precision she would use in a battle. It wasn’t long before Maki was cumming, moaning Nobara’s name.
She pulled her up, still holding her hair to see her cheeks still flushed with her mouth and chin wet with spit and cum.
“You look good like this,” Maki said, admiring the view.
Nobara smiled up at her, a self-satisfied smirk, knowing she did a good job. She pulled her in for a kiss before laying down on the mat next to her. At this point, they were both naked and out of breath. They sat there for a moment, Maki playing with Nobera’s hair as she looked as though she would drift off to sleep. Finally, the redhead looked up at her.
“I didn’t actually book the training room. I was just bored.” Maki laughed, they both did. They just sat there cuddled up on the floor dying over the absurdity of the situation.
“Why?” Maki asked, “Why did you think that was a good idea?”
“Honestly,” Nobara started sheepishly, “I thought I’d win.” she smiled a little “This was better though.”
“Well if we ever want to do this again we should probably get dressed before someone walks in on us and we get expelled.”
“That’s fair.” They got up and started to retrieve their clothes, they were both mostly dressed. Maki was pulling up her pants and Nobara was putting on her shirt when they heard the footsteps.
“MAKI WHO WERE YOU SPARRING WITH?” Gojo’s voice rang from down the hall. “AND WHY WAS IT SO LOUD? DID YOU KILL THEM?”
They both watched in horror as their teacher opened the door. Maki’s glasses were cracked, her hair was disheveled and her eye was bruised from the fight. Nobara had some dried blood on her face and neck, bruises on her wrists and neck, her shirt on backward, and hair in an even worse state than Maki’s.
They couldn’t see Gojo’s eyes, but you could picture them darting back and forth between the two girls. The shock and humiliation on their faces. The three of them stared for a minute before Gojo started laughing. No, it wouldn’t be right to call it laughing, the man was cackling. Doubled over with laughter as the other two watched in confused horror.
“Fuck!” He yelled, Nobara could have sworn she saw tears coming from under the dark glasses. “Goddamnit, I own Megumi $20.” He walked away still laughing, with no intention of administering any discipline or even asking any more questions “The fucking gaydar on that kid.”