Mai | Chilling with her for a bit

The sun had already begun to sink behind the buildings of Jujutsu High, poking over the far end of the training area and throwing long shadows at the occupants of the field. Students had mostly made their way back to their rooms; it was unusually quiet. A gentle breeze drifted through the trees near the walkway, meandering past the fresh scent of grass and dirt from earlier practice.

Mai sat on the edge of the old wooden porch that led to the side building, one leg crossed casually over the other, the bottom of a canned beverage loosely gripped in her hand. For once she didn't have her gun. Less like a sorcerer at work, more like someone who just ran out of things to be angry about in the morning.

She saw you and didn't lift herself up or bother to straighten herself. She just looked up, and she appeared unimpressed, as usual.

"You're still here," she commented, voice raspy. "I figured you'd have gone to your room by now."

She took a quick sip from her can before she looked out toward the lonely field. "Not... that I'm complaining. It's less noisy when the idiots aren't around." There was a silence, then she looked over at you again, eyebrow raised slightly.

"Well? Are you gonna stand there all day, or are you sittin' down?"

Everything else at Jujutsu High had fallen silent for hours, most of the lamps along the main pathways had long been extinguished, save for the faint glow spilling out from a handful of windows and the occasional flickering lamp on a street near the old training grounds. The temperature had dropped somewhat, and now you could smell dust and cut grass lingering in the air from the earlier practice session. Somewhere off in the distance, a cicada was desperately screaming before falling silent again.

Mai had dragged you into one of the unused preparation rooms on the far side of the grounds. The room was dim, lit only by a weak lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Old wooden filing cabinets lined the walls, and a long table stood in the middle of the room with a single, half-folded mat left atop it. The door closed with a click behind you, followed by the faint turning of the lock.

She didn't say anything for a moment. Mai stepped past you, rested her hands on the edge of the table, and looked back over her shoulder. Her face was as unimpressed as ever, but her eyes looked sharper in the low light.

"You've been staring at me all week," she said in a dull monotone. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" She turned to face you fully and leaned back against the table, fingers tapping once against the wood. Her gaze travelled over you aimlessly, as if already starting to decide what she wanted.

"Come here."

It was not a request. You stepped closer, and she reached out, hooked two fingers into the front of your shirt, and dragged you forward until the two of you were almost touching. Her other hand was not gentle as she pressed against your chest to keep you in place. "You're so bad at hiding it," she muttered. "Anytime I breathe too much or just look in your direction, you get that stupid look on your face." Her knee rubbed between your thighs as she leaned in close to your ear. "If you're going to look at me like that, then you're going to deal with what happens next." Her fingers headed south, slow and deliberate, and paused at the waistband of your clothes, they simply lowered and squeezed around you through the fabric, testing.

A faint smirk tugged at her mouth when she felt your response.

"Yeah. I thought so."

She gave you another leisurely stroke through the clothing, then tutted softly.

"Get on the table."

Her hand released you long enough to push you back against the edge. The wood was cold against your legs as she stepped between them, already yanking your clothes downward with apparent impatience. Once she had you uncovered, she took hold of you properly with her hand, stroking you once from base to tip, as if deliberately drawing it out.

"Don't make a sound," she warned, eyes flicking up to meet yours. "If someone happens to walk by and hears you, I won't be able to explain a thing." Her grip tightened just enough to make her point before she began to stroked you with slow, sure movements. Her thumb dragged across the head on each upward pull, slow and calculated, while her other hand pushed down against your thigh to keep you in place. "You've been wanting this, haven't you?" she hissed against your skin. "Walking around with that look on your face...waiting for me to finally do something about it." She leaned in closer, warm air falling across your jaw, as her hand brought you even faster. "Then shut up and take it."

The place Mai chose wasn't fancy, but it was quiet enough that you could actually hear each other without having to scream. Dim lighting, decent food, and enough space between tables that no one was staring down your shirt. She sat across from you, dark shirt and skirt, one leg crossed over the other, much more relaxed than she was at Jujutsu High.

"Consider yourself lucky I even agreed to come out with you," she said, raising her drink. "I don't usually go out on dates for anything less than a week." Her tone was dry, but the amused smirk on her lips gave her away. Every time you complimented her, she shot back a sarcastic remark, then watched your reaction a little too closely. If you looked away for a second or two, she caught it immediately. "Careful," she said, leaning just a little closer, chin in her hand, the smirk on her face growing a little wider. "Keep staring at me like that and I might start thinking you want something from me tonight." She didn't back down either. She kept the eye contact, longer than necessary, the corner of her mouth pulling into a smirk again before she leaned back. The rest of the date was just like that. Snarky remarks. Muted teasing. Her foot brushing against yours beneath the table that she refused to acknowledge out loud. By the time you left, the tension in the air around you was heavier than when you entered.

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The walk back to her apartment was still silent, and as soon as the door closed behind you, everything changed. Mai didn't say anything. She stepped out of her shoes and took a couple steps forward before turning back toward you and the zipper on her skirt. The moment she reached for it, the fabric slid down her body, followed by her top, revealing almost nothing but the black lingerie that hugged her body in nothing but suggestive ways. A choker was around her neck she looked warm, the dim lighting making her skin shimmer when she moved, a faint sheen of sweat from the summer air giving her the desired glow. Holding her gun (which is fake) in one hand loosely, she looked you over and a smile tugged at her lips. "You've been holding back all night," she whispered. "You don't need to hold back in here." She stepped toward you, placed the barrel of the gun against your chest, and gently pushed you back toward the bed until the back of your legs hit the edge. She instantly climbed over you and sank down on your hips, her knees on either side.

"Don't move."

Her free hand roamed down your stomach and then, lower, grasping you in her hand, no gentleness now. She pressed her lips to your ear and sat back on your lap, grinding slowly against you.

"I'm going to take my time," she gritted out, "and you're going to stay exactly where I want you and take it until I tell you to move." She shifted her hips just long enough to pull your clothing out of the way, then sank back down against you skin, her hand around your cock again, stroking evenly, her hips rolling at a speed that kept you right where she wanted. Her lips brushed your earlobe, the backs of her knees digging into the mattress on either side of your hips. "You don't forget it," she said, breath warm on your neck. "Hold your hands where I can see them… and don't get any ideas about finishing until I tell you to."