First post is a Gojo thirst Post:
-Im fuckin crazy and I love gold im also down terrible for yhis nigga-
Also warning: fic includes lost of nasty lingo, dom gojo,choking and drinking, reader with fembody. It is Nsfw asf
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Imagine seeing Gojo after his long missions, just a casual get together as friends. A lively bar get together full of clinking shots and drunken stupor. You missed your friend and sense the drinking was on him, well hell, why not? Not like you’ll suffer any real consequence. The loud pacing music and soft buzz of lights fills the bar, everything feels so uncanny. The outfit, tight and short, reveals every inch of your body and accentuates erogenous zones to the mile.
You sip your third shot. No sign of Gojo in sight, “Bastard”. Before anymore damnations of the white haired stallion are thought a barstool creaks loudly next to you. “Ooooo well isn’t someone real pretty tonight? This all for me?” The voice was so recognizable, so playful and teasing. Of course it’s no one other than Gojo, suited in his classic black shades, hoodie and black jeans. It was like he was dressed for a trap music video rather than the club, either way it goes the items were designer, so the type of clothe truly didn’t matter. 
“Oh yeah, I put this all on for my dearest Gojo who leaves me in such horrid agony. Oh how I crave your attention-not- get me a drink fuck head” You pout at him. It’s not the first not last time he’s been exceedingly late to a meet up: he was a bit of an enigma. Also popping up when he wants to, texting calling at such bizzare times. Gojo slides you the glass, it’s colorful and smells infinitely less potent and fruity, like how he likes his own drinks,” Something of actual taste, way better than that heavy shit you’re drinking!” He downs his shot immediately and smiles at you with a small flush forming in his face.
The buzz of alcohol does drown the bashing music and lights the fill the building. What really sparks interest in you is the chain he’s wearing. Gold and it sits just below his defined collar bones. It’s such a jarring contrast to Gojo’s cool icy skin and silver hair, such an additive that makes him more attractive than you had thought already. A hand comes to your shoulder, Gojo now sitting much closer laughs at you. “Y/n san~ you’re staring at me so hard. Something you like?” He flashed a tooth grin and pushed his glasses up. “When’d you start wearing gold?”, you ask so abruptly it jostles his frames down as he stops to answer. He leans his face on his hand, propping his head up on his elbow on the glass of the bar table, “pretty recently, real nice it’s really heavy and-“, he pauses and turns to you,” s’ cold to the touch and warms up real easy though. It’s middle eastern.” He sips from his martini rather loudly and the everything in the bar feels drowned out.
“Warms up easy? “
“Mmm- body heat yeah. I wouldn’t put it in the microwave now would I?”
“That’s not an impossible situation knowing you”
He laughs at your retaliation. After all this time, he’s still Gojo, not hardened by months of away from loved ones or too clingy for the exact reasons. He’s just him. The drinks haven’t gotten you drunk, a slight buzz hangs over you. The silence of Gojo drinking his rather colorful drink and laughing with the bartender and you watching his chain raise and lower on his chest as he talked. Something feels different right now, like you’re longing for something- for him. The way his pale skin contrast the vibrancy of the bar lights, his hair settled between the slight glimmer of sweat and the crown of his scalp-or maybe- the chain.
The chain sparks something in you, the subtle shimmer of the reflective material that glistens in the overhead lighting. It calls you, like a magpie to a soda top. Your hand raises to touch your lips. Suddenly a deep, raspy voices prods your ears,” I like your lipgloss, really pretty on you. I see you like the chain, hm? Maybe we can swap views in a better place, yeah?” Gojo was so close to you right now, you could smell his cool vanilla-and-rain scent. The hair on the side of your face is soon tucked behind your ear. For so long you wished you could reach out for his touch, an embrace even a tap from him, a reminder you are a solidifying figure in his life.
Now is such an odd reminder of your early longings. Gojo drags you out the bar after flipping the bar tender a heavy tip. The sorcerers hands are so cold, as you had always suspected. “God, you are such a tease. Staring at me like that public”, he jars before dragging you in his limousine. The leather seats dip with both of your weight. You figure lays horizontal on the cushiony seats as a soft blue light lays above of the both of you. You prop yourself up on elbows slowly,”Gojo, I need you.” All shame was tossed aside. You needed this.
Gojo kissed you roughly, shoving your head into his with the hand behind your head. His mouth still sweet from the martinis, you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip for entree. His opens and the hot muscles explore all the nooks and caverns of each others mouth. You pull away panting and half glazed, so needy for him right now. A pale hand slides up your top eerily pausing to rub circles into the flesh,” Mm Y/N, what makes you so jumpy all the sudden?” He acts so obvious so you could stroke his massive, massive ego. Your palm laid flat against his chest still panting from the heavy kissing, “You- you leave- s’ long. And come back looking so different-“ Your own voice cuts you off as you yelp from a sudden stimulation. Your chest was being played with so roughly with your nipples were pinched and twisted.
Gojo leans to pepper kisses to trace your mouth to your ear. The oddly romantic gesture turns you on even more and your body grinds against his.
“Mmm Y/n” kiss, “You’ve missed me this much” kiss, “You lure me to a bar, in that tight little outfit and don’t even speak to me” kiss
A sudden warm wet feeling was slithered on the shell of your ear. A soft moan escapes your lips as one hand pinches your nipple as the other dips into your bottoms. A husky whisper is cascades your ear canals,” You look so good beneath me. Who’s doing to you right now, who’s making you feel hot?” The sudden shame rushed over you turn your head away from his gaze. A tight circle is drawn over your clit and you moan at the sudden stimulation. Gojo’s hand that once held your chest is now turning your face to face him roughly. He slightly squeezes your face. Your lips pout slightly and he lets out a soft laugh. “You’ve missed me right? You want me to fuck you good?”
You nod excitingly. Of course you do, you’ve let him get you sprawled out all over his lap moaning and begging, letting him treat you like a child before punishment. Yet, it excited you more, being so vulnerable. It’s been so long since you’ve felt his prescence. A soft “mhmmm” drops from your lips but he simply pulls away disapprovingly. “No. You want me to fuck you, then say my name. Say yes Gojo I need you to fuck me good”. The heat of your face is turned to hell. Such a humiliating situation, but it’s so hot. You give into him, moaning lucidly,” Hgnn Yes Gojo please, I need you to fuck me good!”
A pulled your bottoms down and off, tossed somewhere to the side, now fully exposed. Gojo’s retreached hand goes back to toying with your puffy clit. Slick coating his fingers as he pressed ever so slightly on the bud. Gojo turned to look at pussy he was playing with. So pretty, so needy, squelching around his long fingers. He slides his hands down and his gaze returns to you,”Say my name when I touch you”. It wasn’t a request, but a demand. Your shame forced you to swallow all your yelps and cries. The hand on your face is released and back on your chest, rubbing your nipples as he pumps his fingers inside of you.
“G-g ahaah Gojo please”. The fingers return to your clit rubbing small circles. His hands suddenly are off of your entirely and he scoots you off to remove his hoodie. The bastard that is Gojo Satorou removes his hoodie to display every part of his lean body, muscles so finely tone and tightened. The V line of his narrow hips so prominent, it was very fitting for such an interesting character. He unbottons his jeans and pulls his dick out. It’s long, real long and finely trimmed. The tip is rosy and a vein splays the underside with a slight curve. It’s beautiful and fitting for a beautiful man. He laces his fingers behind your hair and guides you off the seats and between his legs. “You’ll suck on my dick since you need me so bad.” The barked order made you cringe at his cruel statement.
The grab the base and blow on the tip before kissing it. Precum smears in with left over lipgloss, this wasn’t the first cock you sucked and you knew how to please a man. But this is Satoru Gojo: flamboyant lady’s men who was had about every type of mouth around him you could think of. Gojo had been glaring darts at you this whole time. The power of having you beneath him strokes ever growing ego, made him feel even more powerful than he already was. What was a king to a God? Gojo stood in that very position as you nipped at his dick, spreading small kisses and licks around the shaft. He grabbed a chunk of hair and yanked slightly, sending a small sting in your scalp,”I said suck. And suck it like it’s a full course meal, show me how bad you’ve missed me Y/N”
The usage of your name floods your brain ever more, like his was desiring only your touch. You lean down taking as much of him as you can. His scent fills your nostrils as your hand works what you couldn’t fit. Spit squelches and dribbles down his balls as you gag your hallowed cheeks around his length, so eager for him right now. Gojo plays with your scalps so lightly, almost a way of appreciating the mess your making to make him feel good. His moans slur out, “S’ good baby so good. You’ve been practicing just for me hm? Those dicks don’t taste like mine do they, they never will”, even in his glazed state he remains boastful. To say you hadn’t imagine Gojo in place of all the guys you’ve had in your mouth would be a sin, you’d wonder off and mentally imagine him ravishing your mouth with his cock, choking you with spitt bubbling at the base. Now your dreams lie true.
So eager so please Gojo, his moans so loud. Your free hand slips to rub your clit as you suck him off. Your tongue flat and slightly folded around the length as your gag reflexes are tested. Your moans vibrate on his length and the hand on your head tightens. Gojo yanks you off with a pop and sighs,” Such an naughty baby. Fingering yourself while licking my cock.” The hand guides you back on leather seats. The view for Gojo was marvelous, you on your back spread eagle, pussy wet and puffy for him. It almost like a high for him, watching your clit jolt almost as if it’s aching to be toyed with. Gojo leans down to breathe heavily and bit the shell of your ear. He grabs his cock and rubs the tip against your clit, smearing precum in with your slick.
Your moans now louder than before fill the limited space. Gojo aligns the entrance and bottoms out. Your eyes close at the intrusion “o-ohho fuaahhhahhhck”. Gojo ate up the sounds you’re making, he hasn’t even moved yet and your meowing so beautifully. So tight, so inviting all for him. Gojo leans over you, chest being level with your face. Your legs wrap around his waist and hug him tightly. All felt warm and tight but most of all, needed. “Hgnn please move”
“Please who? I haven’t a clue who you’re referring to baby”
You tighten at the petname. It’s so degrading yet so romantic. You palms lay flat on his toned chest and your eyes lock with the gold jewlery in front of you. The reason that brought you too here now: the chain, now dangling in your face as Gojo moved his hips to remove his length and slam back into you. The dangle of the glistening metal and his heavy pants and rasp spur you on more, gripping him tighter and tighter. The hand that wasn’t supporting Gojo’s weight is on your clit, rubbing hard and fast. “Say it, who’s fucking you right now, who’s making you feel g-agh- good”. His thrust so sharp as he soaks into your spongy walls. The sounds so loud and lewd, your slick coating his entire length and dribbling down his balls.
“You-haah, you areah ahAH”, you slur out. Your speech incomprehensible as your high is getting closer and closer. His eyes were on you the whole time, mouth ajar as strings of loud moans and groans leave his lips. He’s so provocative it’s like he’s also getting off to himself. “Not-grnn Not enough baby. Say my fucking name. Satoru Gojo is fucking this pussy right now. Rubbing this sobbing clit, crying out for attention! Say it baby, I need to hear you.” You’re so dazed, so stimulated.
The chains luls you into bliss as it swings back and forth. The swings so erratic, truly matching Gojo’s unpredictable thrust. You cry out for him,” Gojo,Gojo,Gojo augh” like a chant for a winning team. You can feel he’s close. His thrust become even more erratic. He smirks, you suck him so good, none of the women he’s fuck take his dick like you do, don’t moan his name like you do, God he’s in such bliss. Hearing the sweet slapping of his balls to your ass, the squelches of your weeping pussy and the moans filling the car makes him so close. You clamp around him impossibly tight and knows whats next.
Gojo adds so much pressure and speed on your clit, thrusting impossibility harder and faster. His cock head mashes your cervix. Lifting himself slightly he takes his other hand and pinches and twist your nipple. “Yea-ahah. Nobody can fuck you like I do. Nobody has you creaming and moaning like I do. My baby, this is my pussy, I’ll fuck it whenever I want. And you’ll take it, you love it. Nobody can fuck you like I can” His words stung your ears as a high pitched moan escapes. Your back arches off the warm leather and you gush. Your orgasm taking over you. Gojo fucks your raw pussy through his own orgasm, panting heavily. The swing of his chain that futhers drifts you in and from reality.
Gojo pulls out and jerks himself off. He cums with a crying moan, it lands all over the slick of your clit and puffy lips. He moves and allows you to catch your breath.
“Maybe I should wear more gold”