𝐢𝐯

warnings ;

i. sexual content

trigger warnings ;

i. mentions of alcohol

"care to explain what these are?"

"they're... hickeys?" you said, looking at maki.

a knock came on your office door before it opened; revealing satoru.

"oh, good morning, maki" he greeted, as he closed the door shut.

"morning" she replied, not even looking at him.

she stared at you with her arms crossed, waiting for your explanation.

"what? you want me to explain it, right now? in front of him?" you asked, pointing at the man by the door.

"who gives a shit about him? explain!"

"hey!"

"after i finished work here, i couldn't sleep so i hit the club, found a dude and fucked" you sighed.

"didn't you finish work at four in the morning?"

"your point?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"was the sex good, y/n?" satoru said, a smirk growing on his face.

"meh. i had better" you replied, shrugging your shoulders.

"at least you had dick" maki commented, getting up.

"anyways, since you told me what i wanted to know, it's time for me to go—"

"not yet" you said, making her stop in her tracks.

"what? there's more?"

"give me that one thousand yen from that bet"

"wha— no way it wasn't his fault!" maki said, pointing at the man behind her.

"he did nothing wrong!"

"i knew this old woman was shit" the green-haired said, making satoru laugh.

she took her purse out of her bag and handed you the money, before she started heading towards the door. she stood next to satoru, her eyes looking at him;

"that's why you never mess with old hags"

the soft click of the door closing filled the room, before satoru let out a light chuckle and shook his head. he walked closer to your desk as he reached for his back pocket.

"here! take your pill!" he said, passing you the packet.

"thank you"

"we said to lie about who you fucked. not the sex"

"who said i lied?" you asked, once you shallowed the pill.

"oh, you didn't? then why didn't we stop after the first round?"

he walked closer to your chair, and placed his hands on the arms of it. he leaned closer to your face, as you lowered your head. he brought his fingers under your chin, his eyes locking on yours.

"why didn't we? hm?"

you stayed silent, as you avoided his gaze. both the two of you knew you lied. it was painfully obvious that you enjoyed every second of the intercourse you shared. 

"you know, if you allow me... i can fuck you better"

"i didn't know you were the type to double fuck an one-night"

"it is, indeed, unlike me. yet, i don't mind proving you wrong"

"oh? well, that's something" you started, tangling your fingers in his white locks.

"whenever i ask you to... prove me wrong" you added, pulling at his hair.

a low groan got stuck in his throat, as you watched him close his eyes and shallow harshly.

"it'll be my pleasure, pretty" he said, half-lidded eyes staring at you.

"perfect! now go back to your work"

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

you were waiting satoru on his office, since he asked you to. the door opened and he walked in, eyes falling on your form.

"seems like you'll be stuck with me for some time"

"why's that?"

"a business trip. we're leaving tomorrow"

"wow... and why do i learn that now?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"kinda forgot to tell you and it kinda wasn't really decided"

"so... where are we going?"

"sapporo"

"we're leaving early in the morning" he added.

"please tell me we're going by plane..."

"obviously! the fuck? do you expect me to be in a bullet train for all those hours?"

"yeah, of course... the great gojo satoru doesn't get his ass in trains" you said, rolling your eyes.

"not for eleven hours, for sure" he replied.

"anyways, you can leave right now to get ready" he added.

you got up, fixing your skirt in the process.

"how many days we're gonna stay there?"

"a week or a little longer" he answered, in which you nodded your head.

"well then, i'll see you tomorrow" you said, walking towards the door.

"i'll pick you up at seven, pretty" he said, opening the door for you.

"you better be on fucking time"

"you're late" you said, as you got into satoru's car.

"for only two minutes!"

"still" you replied, folding your arms.

"aw~ the princess couldn't wait for some minutes more" he said, in which you rolled your eyes.

"you're a dick"

"that dick fucked the living shit out of you" he replied, making your cheeks turn red.

"nothing to say, huh?" he added, eyes looking at your flustered face for a second.

"fucking asshole" you mumbled under your breath, making satoru chuckle.

the ride to the airport was surrounded by a cool atmosphere. satoru cracked some jokes and kept on teasing and flirting with you.

it took you one and a half hour to arrive at sapporo, before you took a taxi to take you to the hotel. you couldn't deny it, it was a pretty well-known one and you knew you wouldn't be disappointed in any way.

"and... why didn't you tell me that we'll share the room?" you asked, looking around the so-called room.

"it slipped my mind"

"yeah sure" you sarcastically said.

"and i actually don't think they had more single bed rooms"

"fine!" you sighed, sitting on one of the beds.

"do you want to walk around the city before heading to that meeting?" he asked, after some minutes.

"say less"

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 — 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

you were sitting on your bed, drinking some red wine while a movie was playing on the hotel's tv— neither of you paying any attention to it.

"i'm bored" satoru said, breaking the silence between you.

"me too"

"wanna fuck?"

"what?" you asked, turning your head to look at him.

"wanna fuck?" he repeated, sapphire eyes locked on yours.

"sure! why not?" you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

satoru got up and left the pizza boxes on the small table near his bed, before he made his way to yours.

"no kissing, right?" he asked, in which you simply nodded.

he removed your tank top, your nipples stiffening from the cold air in the room. he fondled your breasts— lowering you on the bed, in the process. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking softly, making your back arch and moans leave your lips.

he left wet and open-mouthed kisses on your stomach, as he lowered your pajama pants. he sucked and nibbled on your tender skin, leaving love bites bloom on it.

you lifted your hips to help him remove your panties, before you watched him get up.

"sit on my face" he said, as he lowered his body next to yours.

you got up and crawled to his side, lust-filled eyes locked on you. you positioned yourself on top of him, keeping a bit of space between you.

he wrapped his arms around your hips and slammed you on his face, taking you by surprise. you tried to get up, so you wouldn't suffocate him, but he only tightened his grip around you— eyes boring into yours.

"when i say sit on my face, i very fucking mean it"

you shallowed and nodded your head, as you watched him through half-lidded eyes. he stuck his tongue out, licking a clear strip from your hole to your clit.

you threw your head back and moaned, as he sucked on the bundle of nerves. you held on the headboard, while he pushed two of his fingers past your entrance.

he curled them in you as he sucked on your clit, making your vision go blurry from the pleasure. your whole body shook from the intensity of it, and you desperately tried to keep yourself up.

"f-fuck! satoru, i—"

"go on, pretty"

your juices coated his tongue and he wasted no time to suck you dry. you panted heavily above him· your legs shaking as you got off him. he lifted himself up and placed his hands on your waist— making you straddle him.

you moved your hips against his bulge, the fabric of his sweatpants against your bare cunt making you sigh. satoru threw his head back at your movement, slightly hitting the wooden headboard. he grew harder underneath you and his muscles were tensed. 

"fuck..."

you moved your hands under his shirt, feeling his abs under your fingertips. you grazed his skin with your nails, while you sucked on the pale skin of his neck.

you continued your movement against his hips, as you left dark red marks on his collarbone. you nibbled on his skin, before you pulled away.

"fuck! please... let me be inside you"

you removed his shirt, fingers coming in contact with his burning hot skin. you lifted your hips— satoru immediately removing his pants and boxers.

his cock hit your entrance and you smirked when you saw how bad it twitched. you sank yourself on him, a gasp leaving both your lips. you rocked your hips back and forth, before you started bouncing on him.

his hands gripped your hips, as he threw his head back— adam's apple popping. he moved them up your spine, while he pressed your chest closer to his face.

you placed your hands on the headboard, trying to keep yourself where he wanted you. he sucked on your left nipple and played with the other. you cursed under your breath and threw your head back, feeling your orgasm coming closer.

satoru gripped your waist and changed your position— you, now, under him. a smirk grew on his face, while he folded your legs to your chest.

"fuck! right t-there!"

his hand wrapped itself around your wrist, as you cried out his name. satoru went crazy when his name left your lips. his eyes fell on the way your nails dug in the flesh of your palm, nearly drawing blood.

he let go of your wrist and grazed your fingers with his. he held your hand, pressing it further onto the soft mattress.

you kept on squeezing around him, another orgasm getting pulled out of you. satoru placed a hand on your lower stomach, eyes locking on the small bulge he created from how deep he was in you. that sight, along with the noises that escaped your lips, were enough to make him cum.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, leaving him no choice but to fuck you through both your orgasms· overstimulating you. he held on your hand tighter, his knuckles turning white.

"you're so fucking tight" he cursed under his breath.

your eyes rolled back and your lips parted, yet your voice couldn't come out. your mind was clouded with pleasure, and your voice was stuck in your throat. your skin felt like it was caught on fire— like he ignited it with his burning hot kisses.

your free hand moved to his white locks, tugging at them everytime he hit your cervix. small groans left his lips as you did so— all of them getting trapped in the marks on your neck. he let go of your hand, all so he could touch your face— wiping the tears that stained it, in the process.

"am i hurting you?" he whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek.

"n-no! 's too good" you breathed out.

"yeah? 's too good?"

his eyes stayed on you, watching you as you shallowed slowly, before they fell on your parted lips.

"fuck... i really want to kiss you right now"

to resist the urge to place his lips on yours, he lowered his head on your shoulder— his hot breath coming in contact with your equally hot skin.

your nails left scratches on his biceps, while you tightened your grip around his waist. you were both so deep into overstimulation, yet neither of you cared.

climax after climax kept hitting you, making a mess out of the hotel's white bed sheets. satoru's cum kept leaking out of you— since it was too much for you to keep it all in.

he lifted your hips off the bed, hitting more spots in you from this angle. he was deep. you didn't think he'd be able to go any deeper, yet here he was proving you wrong.

"s-satoru!" you choked out.

"yes, pretty?"

"c-cant! t-too much"

"you can do it! just a little more, sweetheart" he said, as he wiped the tears off your face.

you nodded your head slightly, before you closed your eyes and sank your head in the pillow behind you. your voice was getting louder again— your orgasm was approaching again. you didn't know how many times you've reached your high. you lost count after the fourth one.

your hot bodies got pressed together, as you painted each other with your juices. your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried to catch your breath. you stared at satoru, while he was doing the same as you. he slowly pulled out of you, instantly making your insides feel empty.

your eyes were getting out of focus, indicating that you were minutes away from passing out from exhaustion. a hand was placed on your cheek, its thumb drawing small circles on your skin.

"sleep. i'll take care of you"

and he did. once you were out like light, he cleaned you up thoroughly and placed you on his bed. he removed the dirty sheets from your bed and left them there, so they'd be taken in the morning. 

exhaustion hit him, too, as he laid next to you on the bed— covering your body with the sheet. he removed the hairs from your face, his hand lingering on the flesh of your cheek. he smiled softly, before he turned off the lights, two words spilling from his lips;

"goodnight, pretty"