Satoru Gojo

There you were. Sitting down on the bar counter, sipping your fruity, alcoholic cocktail, as you watched the figure of your best friend swing rhythmically to the beat. After a while they came all sweaty back to you. You had quite the fun. You noticed, accentuating on the word 'fun', as your gaze fell in the same direction as your friend's. The person they danced with, was now starring them down hungrily. A chuckle left your mouth. Why don't you dance with me? They protested, about your head shaking in a negative response. You deserve a bit of distraction, hun. think pass for tonigh- but before you could finish your sentence, your friend's, tight grip already dragged you to the dance floor, where all the dancy and sweaty people were. What the hell are you doi- Will you shut up for a second? They looked into your eyes in a serious way, then a mischievous smirk creeped up their lips. I found your distraction. Your head automatically moved towards the direction, your friend was pointing at. Your breath hitched. Seems like I'm not the only one to have an admirer. Your friend teased, winking at you. Looking up, towards the VIP area, you noticed a man distinguishing himself due to his silver-white hair. He had a pair of glasses on, which he took off shortly after, revealing one of the most beautiful pair of light, blue eyes you've ever saw in your life. We were in the dark, but those glassy blue diamond-eyes were literally shining and making a big contrast, with the flashing neon lights of the club. His facial features looked pretty manly perfect-lifted cheekbones, sharp jawline, his chin angled in the best way possible, down to his muscular neck. And to top it off, exactly that man was starring at you. You felt his intense gaze penetrating your soul. You gulped down in anticipation. Your eyes felt glued onto his, as an idea popped up your mind. Why not give him a little show? And so, your body took slowly control of itself. First your hips, accompanied shortly after by your perfectly-shaped ass. Your arms taking their place above your head, like many others, as your hands clapped to the beat of a certain remix 'she knows!. You sensually moved around another guy, you randomly picked. Both your hips rocking into one another, searching desperately for needed attention. Your gaze of fire still locking with the silver headed one. You noticed one of his legs, moving up and down under the table he was sitting at. He was clearly getting irritated. As time passed, you took another glance up there, but his presence was gone. A part of you was a bit upset. But before you knew, you felt a hot breath tickle your left ear. Your teasing crossed the line, doll. as if that nickname didn't already heat you up, the lick left by his warm tongue, warmed you up from your ear- spot which was firstly licked, down your face, painting a big blush, that was luckily covered from the neon lights. But you couldn't give in so easily. How so? You asked innocently, to which you knew, you didn't have nothing. A low chuckle left his alluring lips. You intrigue me. How about we take the fun elsewhere doll? . . . You had two choices by now: 1. Say no and return home with your (non-drunk) friend. 2. Say yes and spend a passionate night with a handsome stranger. Once again that night, you locked gazes with his blue orbits and got lost in them. An amused smile formed on your lips. I think, you already know the answer, handsome. A devilish grin, mixed with lust creeped up within his mouth, decorating his face in such a sinful way, it seemed impossible to you, how angelic he actually looked. He offered you his hand and led both of you outside, to an already waiting car. Are you sure of this doll? He asked a bit tensed, worry in his voice. You nod. Before entering the backseat of the car with him, you sent a quick text to your friend. His hand caressed your chin, turning your face into his direction. You got my full attention now, doll. Oh boy. In what exactly did you put yourself into. A pact with the devil? Probably. Would you regret it the next morning? No. Were you already craving for this man's hands on you? Definitely. And so, two perfect strangers that knew only about each other's desires, net and collided into a passionate night, tinted with sinful acts, words and verses, igniting a fire so big deep down, that almost seemed impossible to them.