𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇 | Gojo SatoruxOC

𝟥𝟦-𝒦𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝒾

*Spicy*
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Heat courses through me at a dangerous speed, my mind unable to grasp what my body clearly understands. There's so much I still need to say to him—so much I remember wanting to ask him. The alcohol fogs my thoughts, his lips aggressive as if I might disappear or run away. 

What had he said before? I can't recall. 

My head spins. Everything spins. I'm putty in his arms. 

Damn, I really do love him. 

His lips travel down my neck. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper. 

With him, I can be the person I want to be. I am free... free... yes, free. 

The alcohol drives me to act. I lift his chin, breathing heavily.

 I whisper, "Show me that I belong to you."

 He looks surprised, grins, opens his mouth but then closes it. He leans forward again, burying his nose in my hair, inhaling my scent as if it's his reason for existence. 

I feel proud.

I swallow, opening my mouth, but he leans closer, his lips mere centimeters away from mine. The words die on my tongue as his flicks out. The small touch should be insignificant, like a butterfly landing on your finger. But instead, it feels like a lightning bolt traveling down my spine and straight to my core. Finally, he releases me, looking into my eyes again, grabbing the collar of my kimono, and tearing it in half. 

I gasp and laugh. 

My back arches as his hands sweep up harshly across my stomach, sending waves of electricity dancing across my flesh. His touch alone is making me feel crazed. Nothing has ever felt so good. And then he's clawing at my bra, exposing my breasts, before that too is torn away from my body. 

He whispers, breathing heavily, "I don't love you..."

Before I can answer, he nips at my jaw, soft, before moving down to my neck. His mouth pauses over the sensitive spot right below my ear. He releases a single breath, and that action is the only warning I have before his teeth clamp down. The only response I'm capable of is a garbled scream. My eyes roll back, his tongue lapping at the sting and drawing out the intense pleasure.

 Sharp bites descend down past my collarbone until one of my nipples is sucked into his hot mouth. A strangled cry escapes, and I shudder beneath his lashing tongue.

My back arches while I claw at his hair, tugging on the strands just as brutally as he sucks on my nipple. With a simple move, he rips my kimono completely off my body. It doesn't take long for his kimono to join it on the floor. In the dim light, his perfect body is revealed. My fingers wander over his physique. 

He stops me, his chest rising and falling. I bite my lip. Everything spins. My head throbs.

 Damn sake... 

I only now notice that his underwear is also gone. I inhale sharply. My body grows warmer, pressed against his, intensifying the desire. His hand slips to my thong and tears it away.

Those things shadow over the details I'm too chicken to acknowledge. Like the fact that he's staring down at me so intently, it feels as if his retinas are electromagnetic, and he can see everything I'm hiding inside. I'm not brave enough to meet his stare. He leans down close, until his lips are a mere inch from mine. My eyes snap to his, like two opposite magnets. I can't stop the force and once our gazes clash, all thoughts—all those details—are forgotten.

I can't think of anything else but how much I want him to kiss me, touch me, and claim me as his, over and over until I'm too delirious to fight any longer. He only teases for a few moments before his mouth crashes onto mine. The inferno in my body escapes from my throat and ignites our connected lips. Without thought, I arch into him, desperate to feel more of him against me.

His lips move over mine with raw hunger. He doesn't just kiss me. He devours me with his tongue. I feel him against my entrance. I have to keep myself together because my mind isn't cooperating with what I want.

 In one swift motion, he thrusts into me. My nails dig into his back. My back arches from the intensity. 

I whisper, shocked, "Hey... this is my first time... chill." 

I can feel him grin as he begins a slow rhythm. I try to stifle my cries. Pain and joy fill me. My head leans back. The only sounds are our bodies clashing together. 

He whispers, breathing heavily, "Fucking hell, Kanna...." 

I want more, or maybe it's the alcohol. I wrap my legs around his waist as I feel him getting close, and I am too. I close my eyes as I reach my climax. I hold my breath and feel him release inside me, his fluid mixing with mine. We collapse onto the bed, him on top of me, both breathing heavily.

 He pulls out, and I feel the pain and his fluid mixed with mine flowing out of me. He laughs lightly. 

That was the best thing I have ever felt in my life. 

I stare at the ceiling, not fully conscious.

 He looks into my eyes, but I can't hear what he says as my vision blurs until I drift off.