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Gojo Satoru | Bad Business

-----------► In which Gojo takes advantage of your misjudgement.

Your hands worked deftly over the keyboard, speeding through the unforgiving mountain of work you were given. However, concentrating is a struggle when you're graced with the presence of Gojo Satoru, whose burning stare you could feel even through his blindfold.

"Should I fuck you right now?"

"I'll pass."

Gojo chuckled, leaning against the office desk while you type away on your computer.

"Maybe you like to take things slow?... Do you like flowers?" Gojo was quick to pull out an overly extravagant bouquet, a wave of expensive flowery scent was quick to float to you. The typing stopped as you spun your creaky office chair directly to his direction. You smiled at him before gracefully accepting the gift, and without skipping a beat, tossed it into the bin that was at the other end of the room.

"Good shot." Gojo whistled. "I take it you don't like romantics?" Gojo placed each of his hands on the desk and the other on the arm of your chair, trapping you in between.

Ever since your unfortunate decision at joining Jujutsu High as a new staff, this blue eyed disgrace of a man have never stopped bothering you. And you giving him the ghosting treatment has only seemed to fuel his desire for you.

With the distracting figure of Gojo in your face, you smashed against your keyboard as an exasperated move. It was clear you weren't going to get any work done. You turned to him. "Nah, I do like romantic gestures."

"And what romantic gesture do you want from me?" Gojo cooed.

"Hm." You appeared to be thinking really hard. "You know what would really turn me on?"

"I'm listening."

"You taking a Uber and then go back home~" You smiled cruelly.

Gojo was undeterred. "Aw baby, may I suggest something even better?"

"N-"

"You joining me on the Uber and taking you back to my home." Gojo grinned, flashing his teeth and waited enthusiastically for your response. "C'mon, don't be such a prude."

You laughed. "Oh Gojo, trust me, I'm not a prude. I never back down from a good fuck. It's just that you don't look like you associate with a 'good fuck'."

His chuckle was a little deeper than you remembered. "Oh baby." He tutted a little too loudly. "That's where you're painfully wrong."

You simply stared at him, not saying a word.

Silence.

"Are you waiting for me to say 'proof it'?" You laughed. "Ok Gojo, to be completely honest, Nanami is the one I want. You're not my type."

Gojo gasped dramatically. "Impossible, I'm everyone's type."

"You look like you can't find where the clit is."

"Now, who's hateful lies have you been listening to."

"Just my own observations. My hate for you is purely personal."

"I can't help but think that Utahime is bad mouthing me around you. You hang out with her quite a lot. Is that why you have such poor impressions of me?"

You shrugged carelessly. "She's only ever said that you're annoying, unhygienic, petty, a waste of air, a waste of space, disgusting, a piece of shit, obnoxious, which seems pretty factual."

Another pause. And for one glorious moment, you thought he had given up on pursuing you. But it was not the case.

"You're tight on your finances, aren't you? And, looking for a new place." It was a statement, and a true one. You have no idea how he got that information. He lifted his blindfold, revealing an icy gaze. You gulped. "Give me an hour." He said. "No, half an hour, if I can't make you come at least five times, then I'll buy you an apartment. Central Tokyo."

Your eyes were wide. "...Central Tokyo?" You repeated after him, a little stunned.

You heart throbbed a little at the offer. You didn't know what it was, his natural boldness or his unrelenting confidence or the vulgar and brutal way of suggesting, but you started to understand the appeal of this man. Not to mention how alluring his offer was.

You rose from your chair, eyes on him the entire time. You could tell he was serious and it was well known that Gojo was a disgustingly rich man.

"Deal. Pretty boy."

You couldn't refuse right? That's just bad business.

Sure, he wasn't exactly your type, but he was a pretty face, you weren't exactly losing.

Most importantly, an apartment at central Tokyo. It was practically already given to you at this point - of course, under the assumption that you won the odd little bet, which you were convinced that he was going to lose. Five times under half an hour? Insane. You couldn't even do that yourself even if you tried.

You started by unbuttoning your shirt. "Do you magic, pretty boy." You taunted, but was cut off when Gojo pulled his blindfold over your eyes, which fitted a little too perfectly. The sudden darkness startled you a little.

Still, your smugness remained. "Good luck trying to find the clit."

You couldn't see it, but Gojo's response was a winning grin.

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He did find it alright.

In fact, he did a lot more than just finding it.

"What's wrong Baby. Can't take it anymore?" Gojo's tone was mocking.

"Gojo, please! You've already won!"

"I know." Gojo hushed you cruelly. "Who knew you have so little control over yourself."

"Gojo! I-"

"Save your energy, Baby." He interrupted, thoroughly enjoying the little show of you quivering and weak, the consequences of your harmless, simple misjudgement of him.

"Save your energy, Baby, you haven't seen half of what I'm capable yet."

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