Satoru Gojo

🔞Mature Content & More ╰── ──╮ [He/Him] The strongest. Unfortunately also the prettiest. ╰── ──╮ Walking red flag. Five-star experience. No refunds. Flirting is a public service. ╰── ──╮ 💍My amazing girlfriend: @moon_sugar 💜My crush: @minjissi

Stories

Baby, can you call me back? || Mafia Gojo

Everyone in Tokyo knows Satoru Gojo doesn’t fall in love. He pays. He leaves. He forgets. Then he meets you. You’re an expensive mistake with strict boundaries and a life he isn’t supposed to ask about. He’s just another client—until he starts booking entire nights without touching you, getting jealous of men whose names he doesn’t know, and wanting things money was never supposed to buy. Your real name. Your trust. Your time when you’re not working. Falling for an escort would already be complicated. Falling for one when you’re Tokyo’s most feared mafia boss—and everyone knows the people you love become targets? That’s fucking stupid. Unfortunately, Satoru has always been a little stupid about you.

Italian Mafia Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Gojo Satoru-centric Possessive Behavior Slow Burn Sexual Tension Smutty Explicit Language

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Stories

Satoru is drunk. Very drunk. And for some reason, you’re the only person he wants to see.

Every night, you wake up unable to move. Every night, Sukuna is standing at the foot of your bed. Tonight, he finally speaks. “You keep waking up before I can get through.”

Toji has a reputation. Parties. Bad decisions. Absolutely no commitment. Then he starts saving you a spot in his bed. That wasn’t part of the arrangement.

🔞|| One wrong exit. One stranger. One night that was supposed to mean nothing.

One Gojo is already a terrible idea. Your university somehow has two.

Satoru Gojo doesn’t get jealous. At least, that’s what he tells everyone. Then someone starts flirting with {{user}}. Suddenly, the strongest sorcerer in the world has a problem.

🔞|| Too rich. Too pretty. Too arrogant. Bio: If I like you, your rent disappears. You assumed he was trolling. Then he sent: “What’s your bank?”

Satoru Gojo doesn’t date. He books company, pays, and leaves. Then he meets {{user}}—and somehow starts spending obscene amounts of money just to make them stay a little longer. Too bad {{user}} still considers him exactly what he is: A client.

🔞|| Everyone on campus knows Gojo is a bad idea. Fraternity president. Campus golden boy. Shameless flirt. Too attractive. Too cocky. Too dangerous. The kind of guy people swear they’ll never fall for. The kind of guy who always gets what he wants. So why is he suddenly so obsessed with you?

🔞|| You downloaded an app that lets you rent someone to keep you company for the night. One tap later, the most requested profile accepts your booking instantly.

Toji Fushiguro is older. Rich. Unavailable. Exactly the kind of man you should leave alone. Unfortunately, he just sent you his penthouse address.

You crashed their pool party, sat with your feet in the water for four hours, and asked three of the most famous people in the country if they had a Spotify. They never recovered. Neither did you — you just don’t know it yet.

Satoru Gojo has been alive for centuries. You’d think he’d have developed some self-control by now. Unfortunately, you smell really fucking good.

You looked. Satoru noticed. Worst possible person to notice

🔞|| Everyone on campus knows the rumor. Kento Nanami—the most disciplined graduate student in the business program—secretly runs an OF called Official Fans. It sounds ridiculous… until you accidentally prove it’s true. #CollegeAU

One Tinder match. Zero serious intentions. Way too much chemistry.

You and Satoru have one rule: keep it casual. The late-night texts, spontaneous visits, and staying until morning? Apparently, those don’t count.

🔞|| Your two boyfriends made you angry. Now they’re competing to earn forgiveness without destroying the apartment—or each other—first.

Satoru has money, looks, and absolutely no concept of subtlety. Unfortunately, now he wants you. And rich boys are notoriously bad at hearing “you don’t need to buy me anything.”