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Today was your friend's birthday, Satoru Gojo's, and you both were planning on hosting a party at his house. Satoru was a very extroverted and wealthy man, and with that came popularity.
"Satoru?" You called from the kitchen as you poured chips in bowls. "Are there going to be drinks? I know you don't like alcohol."
"Yeah! A couple of my friends are bringing some with them!" His voice echoed through the walls of his almost mansion-sized house. Satoru came down from his bedroom upstairs, meeting you at the kitchen counter. "I've also got some other stuff you can get drunk off of, if you're curious..." He said suggestively with a cheeky grin. You chuckled at his demeanor.
"Oh yeah?" You challenged, staring into his icy blue eyes with a raised brow. "Guess I'll have to find out when the party starts, hm?"
Satoru sighed, unsatisfied with your reply.
"Don't be so boring, (Y/n)!" Satoru pouted like a child. He held his head in his hands as he propped it up with his elbows on the counter. You continued preparing food, paying no attention to Satoru's fixed gaze on you.
You finished placing the varieties of foods across the table in the dining room, underneath the shining chandelier that hung above, on the ceiling.
Everything was set; the food was prepared, ribbons decorated the halls, and soon, guests would begin pouring in.
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It was a good thing that Satoru's house was so ginormous, because otherwise, you wouldn't even have room to walk.
Some people stood around or chatted in the living room, while people in the dining room were playing drinking games. Some people were even outside in the pool in the backyard.
You found yourself being one of the ones standing around, not doing anything specific.
"Hey!" A masculine voice laughed from nearby. You turned your head to see who the voice came from. It turned out to be someone you knew play fighting with another; Toji Fushiguro, and an unknown face (to you, at least) that had short dark hair with a small mustache. You think his name was Shiu Kong, or something.
The two shoved each other back and forth with laughs. You could tell they were tipsy. One of them fell onto a third person, Suguru. They continued their banter as you found an escape from being around the situation.
You shifted your glance around the room, searching for Satoru. You felt the need to see him.
That was when an arm wrapped around your shoulder, a drink in hand.
"Hey, (Y/n)!" Yuki's familiar voice filled your ears. She studied your mildly impatient expression on your face. "C'mon, (Y/n), loosen up. Quit acting like you got a stick up your ass! Have fun," she said, offering a plastic cup filled with what you presumed to be alcohol.
With a sigh, you reluctantly accepted the drink. Mostly because with Yuki, you didn't have a choice.
You gulped it down, feeling the strong taste slightly burn the back of your throat as it went down. "Vodka?" You guessed.
"Yep! Sukuna brought a ton," Yuki said. "I bet I can drink more than you." She dared. You shook your head.
"Listen, Yuki, I really shouldn't -" You were interrupted before you could finish your sentence when Yuki tugged you over to the dining room, where all the drinks were. "Whatever..."
Yuki refilled both her and your cup with more Kissed Caramel Smirnoff. You drank in portions, this time. Though, it didn't take long to finish anyway.
You weren't drunk, that was for sure, but you could tell you weren't completely sober. Drink after drink, Yuki left you to sit on the couch nearby as she left to fill your cups.
After a couple more, you decided to take take the opportunity and make your way through the crowd around you, looking around to find Satoru. However, despite how much he usually stood out, he was nowhere in sight. You felt your heart sink a little. Did he not want to hang out with you? Or worse, did he not have time for you, and instead, another woman?
Though you two were only friends, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the thought. For as long as you could remember, you had always had confusing underlying feelings for the snowy haired man. It was strange to you. Unfamiliar.
You shook your head as if it would shake away your thoughts. Ascending the stairs, you headed towards Satoru's room. His door was closed.
You reached your hand out to turn the knob, but you came to a halt when lewd sounds escaped through the door. You froze. Was he-?
Breathe, you told yourself. Breathe and clear your mind.
You needed some privacy.
You turned on your heel and swiftly made your way to the spare bedroom down the hallway with a hint of urgency. You slammed the door behind you and collapsed on the bed. You held your knees against your chest as tears streamed down your face, biting your lip to stiffle your cries.
You knew you had no right to be mad, or jealous, or even upset. He was only your friend; nothing more.
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Satoru went back inside after finishing a game of water volleyball, with a towel resting on his shoulders. He grinned, excited to tell you about how he carried his team throughout the game. First, he needed to change out of his dampened clothes.
On his way to his room, he was stopped by Yuki. He raised a brow. "What's up, Yuki?"
"D... do you, uh... hic! Y'know where (Y/n) is?" Yuki asked, her words slurring together. It was obvious she had too much to drink.
"Nah, sorry." Satoru replied, continuing his way to his room.
Suddenly, he heard a slam come from upstairs. His brows furrowed. He quickly made his way up the stairs, noticing his door was closed. Obliviously, he opened the door, finding two people with their tongues practically tied in a knot on his bed, one on the other.
"C'mon, Hakari, Kirara! Not in my room!" Satoru said with annoyance. "Go use one of the spare bedrooms." Satoru said, pointing the way out. On their way out, Hakari gave Satoru a sly grin.
"You're just jealous." With that, the two made their way to the spare bedroom that you happened to be in.
Hakari turned the knob, but the door was locked. "Yo, Satoru, door's locked."
Satoru sighed, grabbed a key, and unlocked the door with an irritated expression, revealing your small form curled up under the sheets.
"Get out!" You shouted, aggressively pulling off the covers from your head, showing your tear stained face and upset expression.
Satoru's expression quickly softened into that of sympathy. He rushed to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder, rubbing with his thumb. "(Y/n), what's wrong?" Satoru asked with knitted brows.
You tried to shake his hand off, but to no avail. His hand sat firmly on your shoulder as his eyes begged to know what had upset you. Your face relaxed slightly, but you were still upset.
"Just go back to your room with whoever that was!" You said irritatedly, tears still residing in the corners of your eyes.
Satoru's eyes widened in realization, and he sent a glare towards Hakari and Kirara. Kirara put her hands up, implying the message that it "wasn't their fault," while Hakari waited with his hands in his pockets, his mind elsewhere.
"(Y/n)," Satoru began with a small chuckle, gazing into your (e/c) eyes. "I know you might feel a little stupid after this, but y'know... that was these two idiots." If looks could kill, the two lovers behind Satoru would have disintegrated. With a sigh, Satoru picked you up bridal style and carried you to his room so you could get some privacy.
When you reached his bed, Satoru placed you down gently. However, you clung onto him, refusing to get on the bed.
"Did they-"
"No. They wouldn't have been here for you to see at all if they did." Satoru interrupted, letting you go onto the bed.
"Wait, so where were you earlier? I was looking for you." You asked, sitting up.
"Aw, could you not wait a few minutes without seeing my beautiful face?" Satoru teased.
"Ugh, shut up." You groaned, burying your face in your hands. You felt Satoru's slender fingers run through your hair.
"Oh, don't be so embarrassed," he said, leaning into your ear. "It's not like it's a secret that you like me, (Y/n)." He said lowly. Feeling his breath crawl on your skin sent a shiver down your spine.
"Well then," you said, keeping your composure as much as possible. "Was it really that obvious?" You said with an awkward chuckle. Satoru hummed.
"A little," he shrugged. "Do you remember when I told you I have something other than alcohol to intoxicate you with?" He asked, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours while studying your expression.
You forced yourself to stare back into his icy blue eyes, resisting the urge to avert your gaze elsewhere. You pursed your lips, responding only with a nod. Satoru grabbed your chin gently as the proximity between you both shortened.
"Do you know what I meant?" He murmured, his eyes looking through yours, as if searching for an answer.
You wanted to speak, but your body wouldn't let you. You lost yourself in the blue pools of his eyes, enthralled by their beauty. "Speachless, princess?" Satoru asked with a cocky grin plastered on his face.
That was when you gave up and cast your gaze away from him out of nervousness. However, Satoru forced you to look at him once more with his hand that held your chin. "That's okay, you don't have to speak. Your body language does it for you."
You found yourself flushed at his words in realization. Satoru's glance flickered between your eyes and your lips, unable to choose.
"(Y/n)," Satoru whispered. "May I kiss you?" He asked, his eyes straying away for just a moment. Your lips parted as you leaned closer subconsciously. "Well?" You nodded almost unnoticeably.
Finally, after what felt like ages of waiting, Satoru closed the distance between you and him, his lips pressing onto yours. The kiss was soft yet passionate. Your hands rested against his chest, while one of his hands tangled in your hair as the other moved to cup your cheek, causing you to instinctively lean into his touch. Satoru paused the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. He smiled when you looked at him and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
"You're gorgeous, (Y/n)." Satoru uttered, his voice slightly husky. "More gorgeous than any goddess that anyone has ever seen."
"Don't say things like that." You slightly laughed at the extreme comparison. "That's only an exaggeration."
Satoru shook his head. "Wrong."
"I'm correct." You retorted.
"You're wrong." Satoru insisted, grabbing your wrists and pinning you down. "You willing to admit it, princess? If not, I'm very willing to make you."
"Whatever..." You muttered in defeat.
"That's better." He whispered contently. He leaned down and planted a kiss on your cheek, trailing down to your jawline. "You know, Yuki was looking for you earlier." He spoke against your flushed skin. He continued placing kisses from your jawline down to your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
"Y-yeah, she was trying to get me to drink as much as her, but I left when I had the chance." You mentally cursed at yourself for the stutter in your voice. Satoru simply hummed in response.
"Why didn't you want to drink with her?" He inquired, looking back into your eyes.
"Well," you paused. "Because I wanted to be with you." You admitted in a hushed voice. Satoru seemed amused by your answer.
"How cute~" Satoru teased. He lowered himself to where you were barely centimeters apart. His breath fanned across your flushed skin,
"Satoru?" A voice called from outside the door, startling you.
"You should, uh... probably get tha-" You were cut off by Satoru's lips catching yours in a rough and sudden kiss. Your eyes widened in surprise.
"Don't mind them. They'll get the idea." Satoru whispered through kisses as you suddenly felt his fingers dig into your thigh, causing you to gasp. Satoru slipped his tongue into your mouth, leaving not a single spot untouched and claiming your mouth as his. You found yourself practically melting into the kiss, your lips moving in sync with his. Satoru broke the kiss, traveling down to your collarbone, gently kissing and nibbling your sensitive skin.
The person outside of the room knocked on the door, calling Satoru's name once more. Satoru sunk his teeth into your skin, aggressively attacking it with his tongue. Once he found your sweet spot, he sucked on it mercilessly, painting your skin with reddening marks.
Your uncontained moans filled the room, likely heard by the person outside of the room.
"S-Satoru," you managed to choke out. "They might've heard-"
"Shh. I know." He placed his slender finger in front of your lips. "That was the point, princess. We're not a secret." He murmured before giving your neck one last nibble. "That's also why you won't be covering those hickeys up. Right, princess?" Satoru asked, but it implied more of a demand. You nodded without a second thought.
You were suddenly flipped over onto your stomach as Satoru had his grip around your hips. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.
"Good. I don't want you covering up your noises either."