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Loud music with heavy bass boosted through your ears as you sat alone at the bar, the friends you came with preoccupied by the dancers. It was nights like this, drinking alone while they were fondling and flirting about, that you disliked the fact that you kept company with those more interested in sex than a good time. Then again, you were at a strip club and had agreed to attend.
At least the place had a decent selection in the poison. Strip clubs seemed to always keep stock of the very best, especially for well-paying customers. You were just there to get drunk and observe, having no interest in any of the women half-naked before you.
"You here by yourself?" A sing-song-y tenor voice asked, a new presence now seated beside you as you enjoyed a rum and coke.
"No," you answered, barely glancing at the figure next to you and taking another sip. "My friends are...preoccupied."
"Ah, that makes sense," the man answered. Out of your peripherals you noticed the bright white crop of hair on his head, with bangs that settled in front of his face. Without looking directly at him, you couldn't make out much more.
"What can I get ya'?" The bartender came over. "Can I open up a tab?"
"No, no," the mysterious, platinum-haired stranger held up a polite hand, "just a water for me, please."
"You got it."
"Water?" You scoffed, now taking the time to turn your head only to be greeted with the brightest blue eyes behind a pair of black lenses. "You're drinking water at a strip club?"
"Don't like the taste of alcohol," he leaned his elbow on the bar, facing you with a cocky smile. He noticed how obviously you were taken with his eyes. "I don't see too many girls come to these types of places. Then again, this is Kyoto and not Tokyo."
"Kyoto has nothing to do with it," you rolled your eyes with a smile, allowing the small talk to continue. You were already a few drinks in, so being sociable was only natural for you. "So since you're sober, that means you're only here for the ass."
The man made a clicking noise with the side of his mouth and pointed at you, "bingo."
"Nice," you flattened your lips into a smile and finished the glass you were working on. The bartender had placed the glass of water in front of your new acquaintance and you motioned for another. "You sound like a real charmer."
"Satoru," he piped up, removing the glass from the bar top and taking a sip, "Gojo Satoru."
"Y/N," you nodded back, "and I'm leaving it at that. You don't need my whole name." You swore his name sounded familiar, but you couldn't quite put a finger on it.
"If I'm a charmer, then you're a firecracker," Gojo snickered at his rather polite diss. He had a different word in mind but chose not to use it.
"I'll take it," you simply agreed, giggling as the rum really began coursing through your veins. You drank the new glass that sat in front of you a little too quickly, but that's how it always went. The drunker you get, the faster you drink more. "So, are you gonna' tell me what's up with the sunglasses? Inside of a dark club?"
"Oh," he chuckled, removing them which gave you a better view of the irises that somehow looked as if they were glowing under the black light. "Sensitive eyes, easier if I just wear some protection. Usually it's a blindfold, but when I'm feeling fancy - the lenses come out," he wiggled his eyebrows as if what he said was the most suave thing ever. It only made you giggle again. "You're quite giggly," he acknowledged.
"Yeah," you sighed, looking down at the ice cubes in your glass, "that happens when I'm drunk."
"No shame in that," he leaned a little bit closer, your body now able to feel his warmth and the scent of his strong cologne. The pheromones in his musk quickly fired you up.
You looked at him once more, his crooked smile playful and hungry. "It's a shame your friends left you high and dry..." his voice trailed off.
"Yeah, shame," you blushed and nervously giggled, suddenly smitten with the stranger in front of you. "A real damn shame," your eyes focused on his lips and he took notice, the cocky smirk on his face only growing.
"Do you need to get revenge?" He furrowed his brow into a concerned expression, bottom lip pouting. "My hotel's just down the block, if you'd like to come back with me...just to see if they'd notice you're gone."
The two of you barely made it to the room, wanting to desperately go at it in the elevator. You were 100% allowing the alcohol to control your every move, seeing double of the handsome man you called your partner for the night.
In one swift movement, Gojo slid the key card into place and opened the door. "Ladies first," he motioned inward and you gave a sly look as you entered into what you quickly realized was the penthouse of the hotel.
"I didn't think we went to the top floor..." you whispered, taking in the luxuriously decorated room with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city. It wasn't as glittery as Tokyo, but Kyoto was certainly beautiful in its own respect.
"Oh yes," Gojo's voice was low as he hummed onto the crook of your neck, your body melting against him as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. "I request only the best. No less."
"Really?" You slightly moaned, just responding to keep him talking - his voice just as alluring as the rest of him.
"Absolutely," he hummed, his teeth grazing your flesh and causing goosebumps to rise, "and that goes for everything in my life...including the women I bring to bed." You didn't care for the backhanded compliment but were too enthralled in the moment to care, knees growing weaker by the second.
"Enough talking," he declared, spinning your body around and latching your lips to his.
His hands moved from your waist to around your bottom, using his strength to hike your body around his - pelvis against pelvis as your ankles wrapped around.
Blindly and expertly, he carried you into the next room where the bed was and tossed you down. You watched as carefully as you could, the room slightly tilting and spinning from the alcohol. His hands took out each button to his top at a painfully slow pace, but the reward for patience was worth it. The man was carved like a marble statue, chiseled porcelain skin that he had hidden away. His chest was free of hair, with only a small, very light trail of white hair flowing below his beltline. So the carpet matches the drapes...the white hair's natural...impressive, you thought while licking your lips - eyes widening as his veiny hands pulled the leather belt from its loops.
"You enjoying the show?" He chuckled lowly, gaining your eye contact as he removed the button of his pants.
"Very much so," you answered in a weak voice, eyes flickering back down as he took down his pants - tauntingly leaving his boxer briefs behind.
"You're going to have to remove some things if you want to see more," he demanded, tall body snaking over yours. It felt as if you were seeing Heaven itself as his face came a mere centimeters away.
"Take whatever you want," you swallowed hard, mouth becoming dry. This wasn't your first rodeo, but your partner this time was somehow incredibly overwhelming. And the kicker: he knew it.
"I intend to," his eyes slid to the strap of your dress, a lanky finger curling underneath the stretchy elastic until it fell off your shoulder.
The other strap came off next, Gojo leaning back and tugging at the end of the body con that it slowly slipped down your thighs. You thanked yourself for wearing a matching set beneath, what you regularly wore surely would have been embarrassing in front of such a work of art.
"Beautiful," he mused, coming back down toward your body - his hand gliding up your side to feel every soft curve. You blushed at his compliment and turned your head away as he continued to happily fondle.
His hand paused at your chest, hand coming around to cup your breast through your bra. He massaged as best as he could through the plush fabric, but not yet to your satisfaction. Feeling impatient, you arched your back and unclasped the mechanism - tossing the damn thing off yourself, the cold quickly erecting your nipples.
"I like how eager you are," his low voice teased.
Now fully exposed up top, he took things in a different direction. His head leaned forward, soft strands tickling your chest as his tongue stretched out and began moving in circles. He flicked and twirled his tongue, earning some soft sighs from you. He then pursed his lips around your tit, tongue continuing to swirl but the feeling different with the warmth of his saliva.
He hadn't left your other breast hanging, switching once he deemed the first as receiving enough attention.
He hummed as he came up, "so sweet," he smile, "I wonder what else is sweet." The sentence sent chills up your spine.
Your breathing began to increase as you watched him descend, trailing kisses down your stomach until he reached your panties, kissing your clit through the thin, lacy fabric. His eyes looked up to meet yours and it felt as if you were looking god himself in the eye.
Your hands found his shoulders as you were hesitant to be exposed, Gojo not thinking anything of it as his index finger curled around the elastic band of your underwear, pulling them down until they could easily be tossed off.
His breath was warm against your exposed sex, fold upon fold anxiously awaiting stimulation. The cool air of exposure was telling to how wet you already were. You weren't sure if it was because of the alcohol or the stranger in front of you.
He maintained his intense eye contact as the flat of his tongue met your labia, curling upward to make contact with your inner folds until his tongue flicked at your clitoral hood - exposing the sensitive bean and continuing to flick. Your body flinched at the sudden stimulation, the clump of nerves always your worst enemy in situations where you were trying to stay cool and calm and not at all an orgasmic, moaning mess.
He smirked with his tongue still out at your reaction. He then encapsulated your sex with his mouth, tongue continuing to move at an expert pace in varying directions. Your fists quickly grasped the sheets as the vocal ball in your chest began to grow, becoming harder and harder to hold back.
He saw you holding back. And he wanted to hear you. Any little sound was music to his ears, telling him of his performance. He liked making his partners melt into the bedsheets. To remedy your quiet strain, he added one of his fingers which awarded him a single groan through clenched teeth. When he saw his little win, he added another finger and curled upward into the rough patch that laid just four inches into your drenched body.
Your back arched completely off of the bed, still attempting to hold back. But the minute he picked up the pace, mixed with the stimulation of his tongue, you lost your ability to hold back. You gasped, chest heaving as moans rolled out of the deepest part of your chest - the sound incredibly rewarding to him, his cock twitching in his underwear and waiting impatiently to be unveiled.
The knot in your lower abdomen had swelled ten-fold with the over-stimulation. The venules in your pussy swelled with blood, preparing to spill over as he continued to build the feeling for you. The only sense of relief was your voice, the feeling of sound leaving your voice box somehow cooled the intense feeling between your legs otherwise your body wouldn't be able to handle what he was doing.
The knot had gotten to point where it could no longer grow and had no choice but to spill over. Your juices quickly coated his tongue, walls clenching around his slick fingers. He felt the pulsations and left his fingers there, getting high from the feeling as his tongue came up - a mix drool and your cum extending and connecting you both.
"I think you're warmed up enough," he charmed, coming up completely and wrapping his tongue around his digits before closing his lips around them. You watched, trembling, as he cleaned them. "And I was right by the way, you're just as sweet down there as you are everywhere else." His thumb toyed with the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs, your pupils shrinking in anticipation as the fabric slowly came down.
His cock was long and lean, springing upward with freedom - his shit-eating grin topping it off. He was good...good at all of this, and he fucking knew it. That thought continuously ate away at you, but you were too intoxicated and pleasured to care. You'd hate him later.
As your gaze pierced him, you watched as he grabbed his pants from the floor and rooted through the pocket to pull out a condom - tearing the aluminum and slipping on the rubber with ease.
Using his strength once again, he pulled your hips to the edge of the bed - folding your body into a mating press as your knees met your chest. You watched as his veiny forearm positioned his precious pink tip at your entrance. You felt the soft flesh meet yours, closing your eyes to memorize the sensation of every inch filling your body.
He bottomed out without resistance, your body well-prepared to take him thanks to his oral expertise. His cock felt glorious in its own sense. Though you already had reached one high, you were already quick toward your second as the head of his cock pressed against your cervix - the stinging pain almost pleasurable.
He kept on hand flat on your lower stomach, palm taking in the feeling of his dick filling you. It felt like waves building your knot this time, your body shaking against the sheets as he found his pace. Said pace was aggressive in nature, heavy and fast. It felt as if your body might break in half, tears falling from the corner of your eyes as you cried with a smile on your face.
Your own moans filled the room with enough volume you could barely hear the breathy grunts coming from him, his head down and focused on the way his cock entered you. It was as if he were hypnotized by his own pleasure building.
He felt the way your juices escaped your folds, dripping all over your thighs, the sheets, and even his testicles. He grinned and gave a single, breathy laugh as one of his hands stopped holding your legs and began thumbing your clit in circles. You felt familiar inner pulsations begin to grow in speed as his thrusts became sloppy and uneven.
His muscular body began to tremble as he released your legs completely, thumb slowing on your clit as your walls came down from their second built high. His body had gone limp, cheeks red with post-orgasm.
A sheeny film of sweat had formed on his brow, causing some of his hair to stick. He ran a quick hand through it, some of those hairs sticking up as a cocky smile grew on his face.
"You think your friends miss you yet?" He asked, cock still buried in you.
You grinned back, "not sure, but I certainly don't miss them."