Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo, the prideful man he was, never once would let his ego down. No matter how many insults you throw at him, he would feed it in like a full course meal to his delight.

Being the strongest sorcerer in the whole of Jujutsu society earned himself not only the title but also the fame that came along with it. Other than popularity, he had extreme wealth, having him live his life rained with luxury.

Clearly, Satoru wasn't easily shaken. He wasn't going to get down from his peak any time soon.

He told himself he never needed anyone, not a single woman should shake his stone-hard ego away from his character.

That's until he saw you at a Jujutsu meeting for the first time. With the benefits of being nosy, he learned that you were the granddaughter of one of the higher-ups among the Jujutsu society who just came back to Japan from overseas studies.

He found it ridiculous that his eyes sparkled when he saw you from the other side of the table. He found it stupid that he was trying to catch secret glances at you while trying to remain professional.

Coincidentally, Satoru was invited to a quick lunch with some other sorcerers he knew after the meeting where you just happened to also be there. Did heaven bless or curse him? He was going to take the chance anyway.

It was definitely a curse.

The way you tucked your hair behind your ear, the way you chuckle at his bad attempt on cracking a joke, the way your outfit suited perfectly to your body, and oh he loved your smile, your face, your eyes, your—

He folded.

You made his pride retreat, just like that, without even doing anything.

As if he forgot about his promise to not ever be shaken by a woman, he asked you out for lunch often, dropped you back home in his car, talked shit about the higher-ups together secretly…

The two of you clicked easily without a doubt. It was obvious that he was amused by you from the way he desperately hinted that he wanted you, and you alone.

How did you do it? You got the strongest sorcerer, the most prideful and confident man down on earth to be absolutely head over heels for you.

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How shameful.

Satoru promised he would never let his guard down for anyone, he would never put down the curtains to his ego. He had standards and he swore he was going to embrace them.

But how would he explain himself to anyone now? It was initially just an innocent dinner.

He’s sitting on the sofa, his shirt thrown to the side, with his hands tied up behind his back with a cute red ribbon, his blue eyes pierced into yours achingly as you swirled a glass of fine red wine in your hands, standing in front of him under the dimmed lights of his living room.

What have you done to me?

You climbed onto his lap slowly, running your delicate fingers through his white locks, unhurried as you looked at him with those eyes he fell for. God, he couldn't possibly hold it back any longer.

Destroy me if you want.

Satoru eagerly pressed his lips onto yours without another word to waste, savoring the taste of the bittersweet red wine from your sweet mouth. Oh no, he's getting so lost in you.

He felt so embarrassed. He swore he had dignity, except at this moment he just wanted to get down on his knees and beg you for more from you.

A little more touch from you, a little more of your seducing eyes, a little more of your taste.

A soft, quiet gasp escaped his mouth when you leaned forward to place a peck on his neck. The way your fingers accidentally brushed against his nipple sent shivers up his spine, his fists tightened behind his broad back in nervousness yet dying anticipation.

He could care less about himself right now, and he's throwing all his usual pride for it. Previous statement about him not wanting a woman ever in his life? Never said before.

You're the first person to ever make him feel lost this way, the first person to make him give in so easily.

You make me feel so—

“Mmh, more.”

He pleaded under his breath, panting from this intimate interaction as he exposed this side of him to you, the side that only you were able to bring out of him.