summary: you’re going through the worst breakup of your life and need something to take the edge off. lucky for you, a certain blue-eyed bartender is here to save the day! (kind of)
contains: bartender! gojo x fem reader, fingering, car sex, post-breakup, alcohol
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a shitty dive bar is really not where you thought you'd be spending your saturday night, yet here you were. it was a depressing sight to say the least, but your hand had been seriously forced; your boyfriend of a year had just dumped you after what felt like the most intense argument of your life. your relationship had been rocky for the past couple months, but this was the nail in the coffin. you couldn't help but replay the fight in your head over and over again - the screaming, the crying, the name calling - normally you would be able to handle it, but tonight it was all too much.
so, yes, dive bar it was.
you were a bit intimidated by the outside of bar, the solid glass door was littered in stickers and graffiti, and the barred windows were less than inviting. you didn't frequent these kinds of places, after all, you were never the drinking type. nevertheless, you mustered up what bit of dignity you had left and swung the entrance open. the place was dim, solely illuminated by a red neon haze. it was quieter than you'd expected, too. there was a slight chatter amongst the patrons as raunchy music faintly played overhead. the lyrics made it hard to focus on your intended sulking, but at least they distracted you a bit.
you timidly found your way to the bar attempting to blend in as much as possible. as you awkwardly maneuvered yourself onto the too-small stool at the bar, you caught a glimpse of the only bartender working that night. he was tall, more so than most of the guys you see around tokyo. his snowy white hair had that 'effortlessly disheveled' look to it, seemingly glowing under the lighting. he was polishing some glasses when you sat down, his slender back facing you. nervous thoughts raced through your head while you tried to decide whether or not you should get his attention.
suddenly, a smooth voice interrupted, "what'll it be, sweetheart?"
the man languidly turned to face you and leaned closer to the counter. "pick your poison," he ushered, making a sweeping motion towards the bottles of liquor in front of him.
you laughed nervously, partially because you were unprepared for his sudden approach, and partially because there was something so captivating about him. his presence exuded confidence somehow. he was peering over black sunglasses to look down at you as if he was sizing you up. you felt like his blue eyes were scanning every inch of you. now that you were really looking at him, he was very handsome.
"i'm not really sure," you replied. "what do you suggest?"
he leaned backwards with his finger on his chin, feigning deep thought. as though he had a great suggestion for you he happily answered, " i actually wouldn't know, drinking's not really my style," which was followed by a carefree shrug. "buuuut.." he started, "if you're looking for somethin' sweet, i think i've got something in mind."
you nodded in agreement, relieved to have decided on a drink and excited to finally get some alcohol in your system. while the bartender moved to start your drink, he started a conversation.
"so, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a dump like this?" he asked.
"nothing much. i just thought i should get out for the night," you tried convincing.
"and you just so happened to end up here? you're a terrible liar," he smirked. you gave a weak smile and averted your eyes from his gaze. the momentary silence was filled by the sound of his shaker mixing your drink. he poured the colorful liquid in a martini glass, careful not to spill a single drop, and coolly slid it towards you.
for some odd reason, you felt inclined to be honest with him. "my boyfriend broke up with me," you blurted. admittedly, being so forward with a stranger made you a little embarrassed. saying the words out loud stung a bit, but you fought off your eyes' attempt at release by looking downwards. you took a sip of your cocktail, hoping the effects of the alcohol would kick in sooner, rather than later.
fuckfuckfuckthisissoembarassingfuck
”is he blind?” he asked. you looked up to meet him and were surprised at his deadpan expression. his eyebrows were upturned inquisitively. there was no humor in the question, as though he was genuinely confused.
“i asked if he was blind. i mean, he must be to hurt someone like you,” he reassured. his sharp features seemed to soften in that moment, like he truly cared about you. his crystalline stare was burning a hole right through your heart. why was a stranger making you feel so fucking vulnerable?
before your brain could protest, hot tears began to well in the corner of your eyes. a humiliating heat washed over your face, leaving you absolutely defenseless. this was a new low. crying to your bartender was officially rock bottom. "i don't, um-" you stuttered.
he pressed his cold hand against your flushed cheek. the difference in temperature was relieving, like using a cold pack to alleviate a fever. his pale skin was ethereal, almost angel-like. you were surprised at the cleanliness of his hands, too. there wasn't a single scrape or callous on his slender fingers. he swiped at your tears with his thumb, using his hand to tilt your head upwards. "you don't want to be alone tonight, do you?" he examined. defeated, you shook your head weakly, much to his amusement. "my shift ends at one, stay here until then. i'll walk you to your car afterwards, 'kay?" he spoke in an almost flirtatious manner, shooting you playful winks here and there. his charm was unlike that of anyone you'd ever met before.
you could not wrap your head around this situation. confusion was all you could feel. you were confused as to why you decided to relieve your stress at a bar, anyway. confused as to what let you get to this point. confused as to why this handsome bartender was consoling you through a breakup. especially confused as to why you liked it.
whatever, you thought. there's no turning back now.
you waited out those few hours until the bar closed, watching as people came and went, came and went. you ordered sodas to keep yourself entertained (and sober). every now and then, the snow-haired man would shoot you a comforting little half-smile to remind you that he was there. strangely, it really did feel good to have someone care about you. or at least pretend to. eventually, all of the people shuffled out of the bar, leaving you and your new bartender friend alone. he turned off all of the neon signs in the bar and flicked on the fluorescent overhead lighting. your eyes burned a bit, struggling to adjust to the sudden shift in brightness. the man's cheery voice broke through your moment of daze again.
"you still with me, princess?" he teased. the new lighting made it easier to really take in his features. you had originally thought that the previous dimness might have been enhancing his looks, but you were wrong. he truly was handsome. his black button-down was rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his toned forearms. your eyes traced along the veins of his arms, down to his skillful hands. how many seconds had you spent doing this? you weren't sure. you didn't even realize it until his voice dragged you back to reality yet again.
"hellloooo?" he chimed as he waved his hand in front of your face. "doin' alright?"
"i'm fine, sorry!" you assured him. totally not checking you out if that's what you think, haha!
"checkin' me out, huh?" he was smirking at you now, watching as a red stain crept upon your cheeks.
"n-no, it wasn't like that! i'm really sorry i didn't mean to come off as-"
"relax, darling. i'm just teasing you," he chuckled. "you ready to get out of here? i just need to lock up and we're free to go."
"oh! yes, i'm ready!" you got up from the uncomfortable stool and stretched a bit as the bartender grabbed a ring of keys off of a hook on the wall. you walked towards the front door and waited there for him while he finished his nightly duties. he double-checked the back of the bar, ensuring everything was properly locked up. he was whistling a little tune as he did so, earning a small smile of endearment from you. once finished, he met you at the door, holding it open for you as you stepped out. he followed closely behind, using one of the many keys to give the doors a final lock.
it was an awfully chilly november night. you tucked your hands inside of your pockets attempting to maintain your warmth. the man next to you seemed generally unfazed, though the tips of his ears and nose started the turn a blushy shade. there was no noise outside, other than the sounds of your shoes against the pavement and the gentle humming of a song still coming from your bartender friend. the two of you finally approached your car and you leaned against the passenger door.
"hey," you started, "i've been meaning to ask you. what's your name, anyway?"
he chuckled softly, turning to face you. "satoru gojo. but you can call me satoru." he cocked his head to the side now, staring at you with a slight smile.
"okay, satoru," the way he was looking at you made you nervous, and you weren't sure if it was the alcohol clouding your judgment but you managed to ask, "do you want to hang out in my car or something? get to...know each other?" you had no idea why you asked that and braced for the worst.
"sure, why not?" said satoru. he walked towards you with a sly smirk, barely brushing past you to open your passenger door. you moved out of his way, flustered, and walked around the car to your driver's seat. you got in and quickly turned the heater on in an attempt to combat the chill. satoru reclined in his seat before running his hand along your center console. "nice car, these things are a little pricey, eh?"
you laughed, "thanks, i'd always wanted one of these since i was a teen, so i saved up for a couple years." you wondered what kind of car he drove, though you didn't see any other cars in the lot. probably something foreign, probably expensive. you didn't bother to ask. "so, uh, what kind of music do you like to listen to?" you tried filling the space.
"hmm, anything really," satoru answered nonchalantly. he leaned forward, fiddling with your radio controls until he found something he was satisfied with. he ultimately landed on an r&b station, a sultry song playing at that moment. for some reason, this particular song reminded you of your ex. you'd been thinking about him all night, but everytime you looked at satoru, it was like he never existed. you were sad, sure, but satoru's charm was truly an adequate distraction.
the moon shone brightly onto the two of you, seemingly making satoru's blue eyes glow. it was also drawing attention to a certain pendant around your neck. you shifted in your seat, facing satoru, only to find that he was already looking at you. "what?" you asked, confused as to why he was staring.
"you're beautiful," satoru answered directly. "that's a pretty necklace you're wearing, too." you were startled by the sudden compliment, though your heart sank a bit in your chest at his words. the necklace you were wearing tonight was the one your ex gave you for your one-year anniversary. everything had moved so fast earlier today you had forgotten to take it off.
"my ex gave me this," you said pathetically. you instinctively looked down again, avoiding eye contact. you heard a small "oh" from satoru, and before you knew it, a gentle hand was undoing the clasp on your necklace. his boldness had been shocking you all night, and this moment was no exception. the tension in the air was thick enough to stall your breathing. he pushed the passenger ajar and slipped the pendant out onto the pavement before shutting it again. his movements were always executed with such coolness it was almost baffling.
"it was distracting me anyway," he laughed smoothly. and that's when you lost your grip.
you grabbed either side of his face in your hands and kissed him passionately, like you wanted to suffocate in him. satoru didn't miss a beat. feverish hands ran themselves along the curves of your hips, kissing you back with just as much need. your heart was beating out of your chest. you felt like time had stopped completely; and maybe it did. who knows? who cares? all you knew was that you were making out with satoru gojo and it felt amazing. his lips were soft and silky against yours, his tongue filling your mouth with the essence of spearmint. soft sighs hung in the air like mist, clouding the two of you in pleasure. with much reluctance, you pulled your lips away from his.
"i-is this okay? are you comfortable?" you asked shakily. your body was leaning over the center console, trying desperately to close the gap between you two. as much as you hated it, you had to admit that you felt a little bit guilty. a tiny bit. it made you wonder what your ex was doing at this very moment. not making out with a hot bartender in his car, that's for sure.
satoru softly traced his fingers along your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. "if you're okay, i'm okay," he smirked. "just tell me when to stop."
"i don't want you to, please?" the words left your mouth before you even had time to think. until now, you hadn't even noticed the increasing warmth building in your core, desperate for stimulation. you were tense and aroused and he was just so fucking handsome. as though you were a woman possessed, you shifted your body over the console, joining satoru in the passenger seat. you were straddling him, thighs spread lewdly apart. you didn't have time to be embarrassed, you just needed him, and fast.
"loud and clear, sweetheart" he whispered salaciously. his hand guided your head down towards him as he kissed you so eagerly. you loved breathing in his scent; he smelled expensive and dangerous, like no one you'd ever met before. his free hand explored your curves, favoring the plush of your ass before finding its way to unbuttoning your jeans. you wasted no time in freeing yourself from the denim, letting your pants fall on the floor of the car. "are you sure you want this? positive?" he asked again. you were touched that he was being so considerate.
"i'm positive," you reassured him with a confident nod. with that, he took a moment to admire your lower half.
"nice panties" he teased. your cheeks grew hot at the comment and you couldn't help but giggle. he looked up at you with lustful eyes, hooked a finger into the waist of your panties, and snapped the band against your hip, causing you to let out a soft squeal. his long fingers moved downwards, softly brushing along the wet spot on your panties. you shuddered at the ghostly touch and unconsciously started grinding your sex against his fingers. strong hands soon stilled your hips. "easy girl," satoru cooed. "let's take our time, 'kay?" you'd only known him for a couple hours, but you were starting to think that satoru was definitely the teasing type.
satoru lifted up your top, exposing your soft stomach. he maintained eye contact with you while he licked tormenting stripes across the sensitive skin. he nipped and sucked, leaving small purple marks in his wake. it was as though he had perfected his method of stimulating you just enough to arouse you yet not enough to reach your climax. finally, as if it were for some divine intervention, satoru slipped his hand into your panties, fingers lazily rubbing against your slick folds. he used his thumb to swipe loose circles across your clit. you were whimpering desperately now, trembling hands resting on satoru's shoulders.
satoru gojo was many things: a tease was one of them, and impatient was another. it was this impatience that drew him to the conclusion that you were properly aroused, which led him to insert two of his long digits inside of you at once. you whined at the sensation, earning a satisfied hum from the man. he was undeniably skilled with his fingers, he’d alternate between scissoring them open and curling them upwards, both of which drove you crazy. the temperature in the car continued to rise, much like the fire in your core. fog clouded the windows like a scene from an erotic movie, and you were sure the car could have been seen rocking slightly. but you didn’t care. all of your attention was focused on the feeling of satoru gojo’s fingers inside of your wet cunt. you threw your head back and moaned his name like your life depended on it and in turn, he would whisper sweet little “i know, baby”’s and “you’re almost there, good girl.”
when your eyes finally met again, the look he gave you was enough to send you over the edge. all of the initial softness dissipated, leaving only pure, unadulterated hunger in his gaze. the bright blue of his irises looked almost navy with lust. “satoru, fuck- i’m-“ you choked. he simply cooed you through your release, slowing the tempo of his fingers once you started to shake from the overstimulation. he then pulled out of you and helped you out your jeans back on, (not before licking your essence off of his fingers, of course). and soon enough, the both of you were prim and proper; as though nothing had ever happened, returned to your respective seats.
“um, thank you for…that. i really enjoyed it,” you murmured weakly. you looked to him, only to find that he looked as relaxed and indifferent as usual.
“don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he smiled. “i’m glad i could relieve some of your stress.” satoru calmly opened the passenger door and was halfway out when you interrupted:
”don’t you want a ride home?”
“nah, i’ve got it covered. get home safe, ‘kay?” he winked one last time as he closed the car door. you watched him from the window as he walked off into the darkness. you blinked and he was gone, just like that.
dazed and confused, you gathered yourself together and began the drive home. you recalled this night over and over again for the next couple days, which is when you realized:
he never asked you your name.
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author’s notes: this is my first fic since like, 2021 so i hope you guys enjoy!! emotionally inconsistent gojo is my favorite
