𝐱𝐢𝐯

warnings ;

i. sexual content

trigger warnings ;

i. mentions of alcohol

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

only just a few days after the trial, satoru thought of celebrating your win. a little while after dropping you off, he sent you a text, which had you confused since he didn't mention anything;

you were currently trying to find something sexy, to satisfy the six foot six tall man. you decided on a red short dress with a slit on the thigh, and some simple gold sandals.

you were sitting on your couch, waiting for his text. before the clock hit nine, your phone chimed;

you stared at the text, contemplating whether you wanted to leave your house or not. your expression held nothing but disgust.

after pondering for a second, you decided to leave your house. you locked the door behind you and headed for the exit, noticing his car outside. you got in the passenger's seat and turned to look at him.

"that was the most disgusting text you've ever sent me"

"you're lying"

he looked at you up and down with a smirk on his face.

"is that sexy enough for you?"

"i like the effort, but not gonna lie, you look sexy in everything"

he leaned closer, as his fingers moved from your shoulders to your collarbone.

"satoru, what are you doing?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"wanna see what's underneath"

you grabbed his hand and removed it, before it could go lower. he looked at you, raising an eyebrow himself.

"what was that for?"

"there is no underneath on the upper half" you laughed.

his eyes widened, as he cupped your covered breast. he squeezed it, making you laugh, as he tried to understand if there really wasn't anything under the fabric of your dress.

"okay, i can feel your nipple, there's really nothing under that dress"

"can't believe you don't trust me" you said, rolling your eyes.

"it's not like that. i just had to check"

"do you wanna check the lower half, too?"

"if you insist" he said, smirking.

"it's red"

"y/n! com'on, why would you spoil it?" he whined.

"i can't believe i have the satoru gojo whining, because i told him the color of my panties" you chuckled.

"oh, maybe i should tweet that and have all the girlies obsessed with you crying"

"are you not one of those?" he asked, acting offended.

"you ain't all that, sweetheart" you said, placing a hand on his cheek.

"maybe i could be all that for you, pretty" he replied, his thumb brushing your bottom lip.

"your flirting is really... something else" you said, shaking your head.

the truth is that satoru was half-flirting with this one. he really wanted to be everything for you. he wished to be everything you wanted and needed.

he removed his hand from you, his eyes staring into yours for a second. he faced in front of him, as his hand traveled under the slit of your dress. you didn't mind it. you actually loved it when he had his hands on you. even if they weren't moving at all.

satoru didn't tell you where you were going. you just made random conversation— nothing sad, so your mood wouldn't get ruined. his hand was gripping your thigh, but not in the painful way. it was pleasuring, and you felt yourself slightly ruining the fabric of your thin panties.

you wanted him to pull over and fuck you in his car, but he had other plans. he took you to a club, letting you get loose freely. you didn't know it before, but then it was clear that you wanted to do something you were avoiding; get drunk.

you were a giggling mess when satoru carried you out of the club. you had your arms wrapped around his neck, as you left kisses on his skin. when he got you in his car, you removed your sandals, letting your feet come in contact with the car's floor.

you held on satoru's hand as you dragged him in your apartment, slightly stumbling. even in your drunken state, you were still perfect in his eyes. he locked your door, while you were touching on his body.

he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, placing you on the bed. his face was inches away from yours, watching your eyes fall on his lips. because you were drunk, you wanted it. you wanted to kiss him while he fucked you.

even if satoru wanted to kiss you, he couldn't do it. because there'd be a high chance you'd remember nothing of it, and he couldn't lie to you. he couldn't break your rule, take advantage of you and then lie to your face.

"you can't do something you're gonna regret" he said softly, placing a finger on your lips.

"it wouldn't mean anything" you said, softly giggling.

"it would to me"

you were too drunk to even hear the four words he whispered. four words that could show you what he felt for you. but since he didn't know if you'd remember anything, satoru chose to not let more things slip past his lips.

your hands were slowly unbuttoning his shirt, yet your vision was blurry. satoru grabbed your hand and kissed your fingers, as he did what you couldn't finish. once his shirt was on the floor, he took his time removing your dress.

he kissed your neck, slowly removing the straps off your shoulders. your fingers tangled in his hair, as you threw your head back. the silk fabric of your dress was pooling on your hips— your breasts fully naked for him.

he cupped them with his hands, making a small sigh leave your lips. he bent his knees until he was touching the floor, before pushing your legs further apart.

he worked his way from your neck to your collarbone, kissing and sucking on your skin. his hands met your back, as his lips wrapped around your hardened nipple. your back arched slightly, when you felt his tongue swirling around the bud.

your eyes met his, as he sucked on your nipple and pinched the other. his mouth was as skillful as his fingers, and you feared that you'd come only from him sucking your tits.

after giving the same amount of attention to your other breast, he kissed down to your stomach— allowing more marks to bloom. you raised your hips so he could remove the silky piece of clothing, leaving you only in your red panties.  

he brought you closer to the edge of the bed, as you spread your legs more. he could see the dark spot on your panties, which made a smirk appear on his face. he kissed your clothed clit, making a small moan escape your lips.

he pushed the fabric of your panties to the side, having more access to your pussy. he rested one hand on your stomach, slightly pushing you down to the bed. he wanted you to lay somewhere for some time, considering the fact that you were drunk.

in this state, you were more vocal than the times you were sober. at the moment, you just didn't have any sense of shame in you to worry about your neighbors. and satoru wouldn't even try to keep you quiet.

your grip on the sheets tightened, moans of his name spilling from your lips like prayers. his mouth was working its magic on you, making your vision more blurry, as stars appeared.

your back arched off the mattress as you came, but this time satoru didn't clean you up. he was so desperate to be inside you.

you noticed his eyes falling on the full body mirror at the side of your room, as you slowly raised your body off the bed. he picked you up and carried you, til he was standing in front of the mirror.

he let your feet touch the ground, and you immediately started unbuckling his belt. you were as desperate as him, probably a little bit more due to the alcohol in your system.

you were on your knees, removing the last bit of clothing on his body— along with your panties. he joined you on the floor, before quickly turning you around. your back was against his chest, as he pushed your thighs apart.

your arousal dribbled down his cock, that was close to your entrance. satoru pushed himself in, your walls squeezing him nicely. he lowered his head on your shoulder, kissing your hot skin.

satoru was a goner. he knew the night would be the longest one, because the way you were squeezing around him was too perfect. your thighs shook against his and you attempted to close them, but he wouldn't let you do that.

his grip on them was only tightening. the stretch was painful, but in the most perfect way possible. he stared at you through the mirror, as you threw your head back on his shoulder— eyes closed shut in pleasure.

satoru couldn't get enough of you. looking at you, feeling you, touching you. he wanted more every single day. his hands were roaming all around your body, his fingertips leaving hot sensations on your skin. 

you could see the way he disappeared in you, a white ring on the base of his cock from the way you were creaming around him. he hit all the spots in you that had your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

he pulled out and in one swift motion he had you under him. you didn't even care that you were laying on your bedroom floor. you felt so good. he placed a hand under your head, so you wouldn't hit it, the other supporting his body up.

satoru knew that you were drunk and he was, too. not on any drink, but on you. and he wanted to forever be drunk and never sober up. he wanted to feel everything he felt for you and with you, and even stronger.

your nails left scratches on his back, and once you wrapped your legs around his waist· he lost it. he was weak. simply, putty in your hands. he had to stop himself from giving in and kissing you, when your lips tried to meet his.

he fucked you harder and deeper, wanting to get your mind off the kiss you wanted. the tip of his cock kissed your cervix, making pornographic moans leave your lips.

satoru loved the fact that you were way more vocal when drunk. he loved that you weren't putting a hand over your mouth. he also loved that your neighbors knew that he was making you feel this good. (of course, he knew that they'd complain about the noises the next day).

tears of mascara were staining your cheeks, as you cried out his name, and satoru still looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on.

"fuck, you're perfect" he whispered against your skin.

you tightened your grip around his waist, bringing him way closer to you. his skin was slapping against yours, the sound filling every corner of your room.

satoru turned his head to the side, looking at the clock on your nightstand. the time read 4:25am, which made a smirk appear on his face (again).

he slowed down, making you whine. he kissed your neck, while he slowly thrusted into you. you squirmed under him, as you moved your hips— trying to get him move faster.

he chuckled against your skin, before he raised his head from your breasts. he looked at you, noticing the tears in your eyes from the overstimulation.

"don't stop..." you said slowly, making his heart squeeze in his chest.

"i won't stop. not until the sun is high up in the sky"

(the outfit can be completely different! whatever you're comfortable / like wearing <3!)