Just thinking about biker!gojo…
(I literally had a dream similar to this and had to make it a short fic)
includes suggestive content but mostly it’s just gojo being a simp, I kinda had in mind that Gojo and reader hooked up before but never really addressed but the sexual tension is always there and it’s obvious they like each other
You just left the bookstore and started walking to the station. It was a beautiful summer day but it was already dark so you decided to wait for the bus even if that meant standing there alone for half an hour.
Just as you arrived at the station and were getting your headphones from your bag, you heard that loud obnoxious sound of a motorcycle in the distance. You know, the one when the guy driving it is flexing and thinks all the chicks are gonna fall on their knees for him because he owns a motorcycle and drives it waaaay above the speed limit.
As if. The only thing you could possibly think was what an idiot that was.
Whoever was driving it started slowing down and soon enough the motorcycle was right next to you and the guy on it was calling your name. What in the world…
You turned your head in his direction and saw the guy taking his helmet off after stopping on the sidewalk right beside you, still on his motorcycle.
He shook his head a little and his messy white hair fell a bit over his forehead and you locked eyes with his blue ones. Only one person in the world has eyes like these.
“Gojo?!” you exclaimed in both shock and excitement. Yet somehow you weren’t surprised he was one of those idiots.
“Hey there sweetheart, need a ride?” he asked with a smirk eyeing you up and down and holding his helmet in his lap. He was wearing a basic pair of vintage jeans with a black belt and a white t-shirt that, in all honesty, could’ve been a size bigger. Of course he wore his signature round black glasses. You’ve never seen him in such casual clothing. It fit him well. A bit too well.
“Yeah right, ain’t no way I’m getting on that thing with you. You drive like a maniac.” you scoffed trying to mask the way you checked him out too.
“Aww come on, y/n, I’ll be good”, he faked pouted and gave you his most charming smile, “I’ll even give you my helmet. Your safety comes first to me.”
You rolled your eyes and gave him a death stare.
“I mean what kind of a man would I be if I let you go home all alone in the dark?” he asked so sweetly and sarcastically.
You exhaled and gave in. A little too quickly, but oh well, who knows when will the next opportunity to ride a motorcycle with the strongest, and dare you say most handsome jujutsu sorcerer, come up. Also, you almost never get so see him outside of missions anyway so this was quite nice.
You walked up to him and he gave you a victorious smile before putting the helmet on your head and securing it.
“There you go. All set.”, he exclaimed, “Now hop on.”
You straddled the seat right behind him and adjusted your feet. You could smell the faint smell of his cologne mixed with his natural odour.
“Put your hands around my waist.” he said looking back at you.
You shyly, which wasn’t like you, wrap your hands around his waist and wait for him to start driving.
“Don’t be shy, angel, hold on real tight.”
“Oh shut up, you know damn well I’m not shy.” you retorted, “And I’m holding you tight enough.” Thank god you were wearing a helmet so he couldn’t see the blush creeping on your cheeks, despite claiming you weren’t shy. Well, he was the only one who made you feel shy at times.
He let out a deep throaty chuckle, “That I know, sweetheart. That I know.” he said while reaching behind him and squeezing your bare thigh lightly.
He started the motorcycle and started driving down the road.
You squeezed your hands around his waist. He had a pretty slim waist for a man (MEN WITH SLUTTY LIL WAISTS>>>) and you found yourself enjoying how it felt holding it. Somehow it felt so natural to be so close to him and to hold him like that.
You could feel his abs under your palms and the feeling sent a spark up your spine. You’ll definitely remember how this feels long after it. You weren’t the only one who felt butterflies in your stomach though.
Gojo started speeding up and even with the helmet on you could feel the wind in your hair and on your body. It was chilly, but a nice change from the hot day. The city lights of Tokyo looked beautiful in the night and even more beautiful while driving on a motorcycle with Gojo.
After approximately 5-10 minutes of driving you have reached your destination and Gojo slowed down to park right outside your home.
He got off the bike and gently helped you take your helmet off.
“There you go miss, I hope you enjoyed your ride”, he said with a sing-song voice bowing to you dramatically, “wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he asked with a smile and leaned on the seat as he looked up at you.
You ruffled his soft white hair and flicked his forehead.
“Auuuuchhhh, you’re always so mean to me.” he yelled.
You snickered and threw your leg over the seat so you were now sitting on it like it was a chair, but before you managed to hop off Gojo quickly grabbed your wrist and made his way between your legs.
“I didn’t say you could go. You think I drive pretty girls such as yourself around for free?” he raised his eyebrows at you and licked his lips.
“If I remember correctly, you’re the one who was nagging me to let you give me a ride” you said matter of factly and made him release your wrist.
“I still expect payment.” he persisted and smirked at you looking at your lips.
“Mhm” he carefully slid his hands over your thighs to your hips and raised his eyebrows at you as if asking for permission.
You leaned closer to him and put your hands on his broad shoulders.
His eyes were full of want and desperation, his hands squeezing your hips and waist and getting impossibly closer to you.
You closed the gap between you with a small gentle kiss which ended almost as soon as it started and it left goosebumps all over your body. Gojo wanted more right this instant.
He smiled against your lips and leaned in for another kiss but your finger on his lips stopped his movements.
“I think this is all you deserve for a 5 minute drive.” you said teasingly, wanting nothing more than to make him feel the same way he always makes you feel: flustered and annoyed.
“I’m willing to drive you around all night if I get another one of your kisses” he whispered before taking ahold of your hand that was against his lips and pressing a gentle kiss on the back of it.
“You’re greedy.” you stated with a smile.
“Only for you, baby.” he uttered.
You grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to press your lips against his once again, but this time the kiss was deeper, longer and more demanding.
His tongue entered your mouth and he swallowed your silent moan. You played with the hair on the nape of his neck and one of his hands that were resting on your hips found its way into your hair and tugged on in gently.
You pulled away, biting his lower lip in the process and leaving him a panting mess. Not like you were any better.
“Fuck”, he exhaled and dropped his head on your shoulder to inhale your scent and pull himself together, “Well I’m hard now.”
You both started laughing and you flicked his forehead again to which he whined and hugged your waist.
You grabbed his arms and moved them away from your body so you could finally get off the motorcycle.
Gojo turned around and watched you walk away with a loving hazy look. As you reached your front door you turned around on your heels and locked eyes with him.
Best believe he RAN to your door.
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