Loud music with heavy bass boosted through her ears as she sat alone at the bar, her friends she came with preoccupied by the dancers. It were nights like this, drinking alone while they were fondling and flirting about, that she disliked. Then again, she was 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. She was just there to get drunk and observe, having no interest in any of the women half-naked before her.

"You here by yourself?" A sing-song-y tenor voice asked, a new presence now seated beside her as she enjoyed a rum and coke.
"No," Ayaka answered, barely glancing at the figure next to her and taking another sip. "My friends are...preoccupied."
"Ah, that makes sense," the man answered. Out of her peripherals she noticed the bright white crop of hair on his head, with bangs that settled in front of his face. Without looking directly at him, she 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?" She scoffed, now taking the time to turn her 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 her with a cocky smile. He noticed how obviously she was 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," she rolled her eyes with a smile, allowing the small talk to continue. She was already a few drinks in, so being sociable was only natural for her. "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 her, "Bingo."
"Nice," Ayaka flattened her lips into a smile and finished the glass she was working on. The bartender had placed the glass of water in front of her new acquaintance and she 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."
"Ayaka," she nodded back, "and I'm leaving it at that. You don't need my whole name." She swore his name sounded familiar, but she 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," she simply agreed, giggling as the rum really began coursing through her veins.
She drank the new glass that sat in front of her a little too quickly, but that's how it always went. The drunker she gets, the faster she drinks 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 her 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 her giggle again. "You're quite giggly," he acknowledged.
"Yeah," she sighed, looking down at the ice cubes in her glass, "that happens when I'm drunk."
"No shame in that," he leaned a little bit closer, her body now able to feel his warmth and the scent of his strong cologne. The pheromones in his musk quickly fired her up.
She 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," she blushed and nervously giggled, suddenly smitten with the stranger in front of her. "A real damn shame," her 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."

🍋 Lemon starts 🍋

The two of them barely made it to the room, wanting to desperately go at it in the elevator. Ayaka was 100% allowing the alcohol to control her every move, seeing double of the handsome man she called her 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 Ayaka gave a sly look as she entered into what she quickly realized was the penthouse of the hotel.
"I didn't think we went to the top floor..." she 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 her neck, her body melting against him as his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. "I request only the best. No less."
"Really?" She slightly moaned, just responding to keep him talking - his voice just as alluring as the rest of him.
"Absolutely," he hummed, his teeth grazing her flesh and causing goosebumps to rise, "and that goes for everything in my life...including the women I bring to bed." Ayaka 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 her body around and latching her lips to his.
His hands moved from her waist to around her bottom, using his strength to hike her body around his - pelvis against pelvis as her ankles wrapped around.
Blindly and expertly, he carried her into the next room where the bed was and tossed her down. She watched as carefully as she 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, she thought while licking her lips - eyes widening as his veiny hands pulled the leather belt from its loops.

"You enjoying the show?" He chuckled lowly, gaining her eyes contact as he removed the button of his pants.
"Very much so," she 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 hers. It felt as if she was seeing Heaven itself as his face came a mere centimeters away.
"Take whatever you want," she swallowed hard, mouth becoming dry. This wasn't her first rodeo, but her partner this time was somehow incredibly overwhelming. And the kicker: he knew it.
"I intend to," his eyes slid to the strap of her dress, a lanky finger curling underneath the stretchy elastic until it fell off her shoulder.
The other strap came off next, Gojo leaning back and tugging at the end of the body con that it slowly slipped down her thighs. She thanked herself for wearing a matching set beneath, what she regularly wore surely would have been embarrassing in front of such a work of art.

"Beautiful," he mused, coming back down toward her body - his hand gliding up her side to feel every soft curve. Ayaka blushed at his compliment and turned her head away as he continued to happily fondle.
His hand paused at her chest, hand coming around to cup her breast through her bra. He massaged as best as he could through the plush fabric, but not yet to her satisfaction. Feeling she you arched her back and unclasped the mechanism - tossing the damn thing off herself, the cold quickly erecting her 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 her chest as his tongue stretched out and began moving in circles. He flicked and twirled his tongue, earning some soft sighs from her. He then pursed his lips around her tit, tongue continuing to swirl but the feeling different with the warmth of his saliva.
He hadn't left the 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 her spine.
Her breathing began to increase as she watched him descend, trailing kisses down her stomach until he reached her panties, kissing her clit through the thin, lacy fabric. His eyes looked up to meet hers and it felt as if she was looking god himself in the eye.
Her hands found his shoulders as she was hesitant to be exposed, Gojo not thinking anything of it as his index finger curled around the elastic band of her underwear, pulling them down until they could easily be tossed off.
His breath was warm against her exposed sex, fold upon fold anxiously awaiting stimulation. The cool air of exposure was telling to how wet she already was. She wasn't sure if it was because of the alcohol or the stranger in front of her.
He maintained his intense eye contact as the flat of his tongue met her labia, curling upward to make contact with her inner folds until his tongue flicked at her clitoral hood - exposing the sensitive bean and continuing to flick. Her body flinched at the sudden stimulation, the clump of nerves always her worst enemy in situations where she was trying to stay cool and calm and not at all an orgasmic, moaning mess.
He smirked with his tongue still out at her reaction. He then encapsulated her sex with his mouth, tongue continuing to move at an expert pace in varying directions. Her fists quickly grasped the sheets as the vocal ball in her chest began to grow, becoming harder and harder to hold back.
He saw Ayaka holding back. And he wanted to hear her. Any little sound was music to his ears, telling him of his performance. He liked making his partners melt into the bedsheets. To remedy her 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 her drenched body.
Her 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, she lost her ability to hold back. She gasped, chest heaving as moans rolled out of the deepest part of her chest - the sound incredibly rewarding to him, his cock twitching in his underwear and waiting impatiently to be unveiled.
The knot in her lower abdomen had swelled ten-fold with the over-stimulation. The venules in her pussy swelled with blood, preparing to spill over as he continued to build the feeling for her. The only sense of relief was her voice, the feeling of sound leaving her voice box somehow cooled the intense feeling between her legs otherwise her 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. Her 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 her 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. She 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, her 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 her away, but she was too intoxicated and pleasured to care. She would hate him later.

As her gaze pierced him, she 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 her hips to the edge of the bed - folding her body into a mating press as her knees met her chest. She watched as his veiny forearm positioned his precious pink tip at her entrance. She felt the soft flesh meet hers, closing her eyes to memorize the sensation of every inch filling her body.

He bottomed out without resistance, her body well-prepared to take him thanks to his oral expertise. His cock felt glorious in its own sense. Though she already had reached one high, she was already quick toward her second as the head of his cock pressed against her cervix - the stinging pain almost pleasurable.
He kept one hand flat on her lower stomach, palm taking in the feeling of his dick filling her. It felt like waves building her knot this time, her body shaking against the sheets as he found his pace. Said pace was aggressive in nature, heavy and fast. It felt as if her body might break in half, tears falling from the corner of her eyes as she cried with a smile on her face.
Her own moans filled the room with enough volume she could barely hear the breathy grunts coming from him, his head down and focused on the way his cock entered. It was as if he was hypnotized by his own pleasure building.
He felt the way her juices escaped her folds, dripping all over her thighs, the sheets, and even his testicles. He grinned and gave a single, breathy laugh as one of his hands stopped holding her legs and began thumbing her clit in circles. She 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 her legs completely, thumb slowing on her clit as her 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 her.
Ayaka grinned back, "not sure, but I certainly don't miss them."