Summary- Voted sexiest man alive in 2025, Satoru Gojo is the world's most eligible bachelor. The Jujutsu Kaisen star is a 3x divorcee, no kids, and is filthy rich. There were rumors a few years ago he spent his money on women, cocaine, and expensive cars, but those were just rumors, right? After attending his best friend Nanami's new series premiere, he's seen chatting with a young woman, who is ironically Nanami's wife's assistant. Will Satoru finally find love or is this just another chapter in the hopeless romantic's life?
Tags- Mild language, drug use, smut, rough sex, mentions of abuse, false allegations, semi-public sex, ten year age gap, Satoru is 38, reader is 28, alcohol use, mentions of pregnancy, hurt and comfort, modern au, angsty asfff.
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Satoru Gojo has landed in Los Angeles for his best friend, Kento Nanami’s new series premiere! The bachelor, 38, was seen chatting with a young woman, maybe a little too young? Is this one of Satoru’s little flings or is it something more?
You’re lying in bed as you stare into your phone, looking at the blog with Satoru’s face on the front cover. You rolled your eyes as you continued to scroll down your timeline, as it was just fake news. No way you’d date a man like him.
He’s a certified playboy and has been married three times, all of his wives filed for divorce. His recent divorce was nasty, he and his ex wife were in a public feud throughout and he later settled with her, giving her thirty million dollars.
He’s close friends with your boss, so you give him grace. You’ve known him for years ever since you’ve been working for your boss, Mrs Nanami. Every time you’ve encountered him, he’s always flirted with you and you’ve always paid him dust. You don’t have time for his stupid games and you’ve sometimes caught yourself almost falling for his charm but quickly fell back.
A few weeks go by and you’re at work and hear a bunch of chatter outside your office. You get up from your desk and go check out the commotion. A hundred bouquets of flowers are being positioned right outside your door. You blink, dumbfounded and look around to see a bunch of your coworkers giggling and chatting away.
Your boss, Mrs Nanami was passing by with a big smile on her face. “Looks like someone has a crush on you! Who’s this from?” She asked. “I-I thought maybe this was a mistake and maybe it was for you…” You tell her, scratching the back of your head. You haven’t been on any dates recently nor have you even talked to a guy in months. This had to be a mistake.
“Oh no, Kento’s very private and he’s gotten cheaper with age.” She fans her hand up, giggling. “Whoever this is must really like you!” She smiles, walking back to her office. You check the card on one of the bouquets.
You scoff, rolling your eyes, staring at the card. The audacity of this man. Can’t he take a hint? You’ve ignored him before and that’s what you’ll continue to do. You ask the janitor to take all but one bouquet of roses away.
You just needed one to lighten up your office. No way you actually found what Satoru was doing attractive. You look up to see everyone staring at you, already annoyed you snap at them to get back to work.
He’ll eventually take the hint and go away, right?
You thought wrong. The entire day you couldn’t avoid him. On your lunch break, you were at the cafe you regularly attended, sitting near the entrance. You were drinking a latte when a familiar figure walked through the door.
It was none other than Satoru Gojo. He took his sunglasses off and scanned the cafe. As soon as you caught his eyes he immediately turned to you, eyes wide and a big smile plastered on his face. “Hey there! Didn’t expect to see you here.”
You slowly looked up from your phone, your expression was unreadable to the man as he scanned your face, looking for any kind of excitement in your eyes. “What's with the dull reaction? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He asked, a smug grin on his face.
Some customers stare, chattering and taking pictures as thee Satoru Gojo was at a random cafe on a weekday. You feel a bit anxious, trying to not draw anymore attention on yourself even though there is an A-list celebrity talking to you.
As annoying as he was, you couldn’t deny his talent. He was truly great in Jujutsu Kaisen, and he fits his character so well. A little too well for you. You stare at him, unamused with his antics.
“Really? You want me to be happy to see you of all people?” You scoff, not wanting any more of your time being wasted from this conversation as you picked up your cup, brushing past him at the door. “Good day, Satoru.” He follows you outside of the cafe.
You stop where you’re standing. “Why do you care?”
“Jeez! Can’t a man ask a woman a question?”
“Not when you’re harassing the woman daily! You
“Ya not the first, nor the last, sweets.”
Later in the evening, you arrive at your apartment building. It’s a luxury apartment building with a large penthouse at the top floor. You stayed on the floor right below it.
You walk in a see a bunch of movers with rather expensive furniture so you go over to the clerk’s desk. “Someone moving in?” You point over to the crew. The clerk nods, “yes! Someone finally bought the penthouse.” You raise a brow.
The penthouse was worth well over 3.4 million dollars, it’s been vacant for some time. “Who’s the lucky buyer?” You ask, not aware that it’s a question you’ll regret shortly.
“Oh, him, well take a look for yourself he’s right behind you!” The clerk said, pointing to the tall figure behind you. “Hey there, neighbor!”
You closed your eyes, clutching your keys in your hand as you deeply regretted asking the question as you heard that familiar voice. You slowly turned around, opening your eyes to see that your thoughts were correct.
Your new neighbor was Satoru, and he was the proud owner of the penthouse on the very floor above yours. He waved his keys in his hand as he gleefully walked over to you.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me…”
You had the next day off so you decided to sleep in. You were snuggled up in bed, covered up to your head, sleeping peacefully until a loud, obnoxious stomp from above woke you. You try to ignore it, placing the covers over your head.
Satoru was in his new penthouse celebrating the new move with a few lines of coke. He snorted a line from the tray on his bedside table before hopping around his bedroom, music playing as he began to sing along.
“And weeeeee are never EVER everrrr getting back tog—WOAHHH” he trips over the lamp in the corner, falling with it, landing hand on the floor. A groan escaped from his throat as he laid on the floor on his back. “Fuck…”
You then hear a loud crash, making you jolt up in bed. “What the fuck?! Is this asshole’s feet made out of metal?” You sat still in bed, eyes closed as you were trying to stop yourself from shooting your gun up the ceiling to shut him up.
Of course it wouldn’t be a normal day if Satoru wasn’t there to somehow ruin it for you. You jump out of bed, grabbing your hello kitty robe, putting it on before you storm out of your apartment to go confront your lovely new neighbor.
You bang loudly on the sleek black double doors and you hear all the ruckus beyond the doors stop. You wait outside, arms folded as angrily wait for Satoru to open the door.
You're pacing around near the doors until you hear one of them open. You look to see Satoru, bloodshot eyes, a red nose, peeking his head out of the door. “Heyyyyyy there neighbor” His speech was slurred, it was clear he was probably drunk.
“Hey I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s 10am! I don’t know who gets drunk this early but clearly you’re not normal!! Quiet down before I put my foot up your ass and you’ll be sneezing my toenail polish for the next few days! Thanks a lot, asshole!” You turned on your heels, walking away back to the elevator to go back to your apartment.
Satoru’s mind went blank. He didn’t speak at all, just watched you walk away, listening to you complain as you aggressively clicked on the elevator button.
A smile crept on his face as it kind of turned him on the way you spoke to him. No woman has ever had the guts to speak to him like that, and maybe he has his own actions to thank for that.
He’s used to gold diggers and women who just want to be around him for his status. You caught his eye, you were independent, clearly a hardworking woman to gain Nanami’s wife’s trust and respect, and you clearly didn’t take shit from anyone. You were exactly what he wanted his woman to be.
After the encounter with Satoru this morning, you decided that it wasn’t worth laying in bed anymore since he practically ruined that. You took your dog, Prince, on a walk in the dog park near your building.
You detach the leash from him as you let him wander around, you know all of the neighbors and their pets so you had no problem letting him wander on his own. There was this new dog that caught your attention, a cute little white toy poodle.
Her and Prince were clearly getting well acquainted with each other, even giving each other a few kisses when you heard a horrid scream nearby. “Hey! You get your mutt paws away from Baby!” You see Satoru rush over to them, quickly picking his dog up, searching her for scratches or anything. You ran over there, picking up Prince as he tried to jump on the clearly horrified Satoru. “Shoo! Shoo I say!! Get away from us!”
“Excuse you, they were just having fun!” You held Prince in your arms as he licked one of his paws. “Fun?! Your ugly mutt could have hurt Baby! No way I’d let her around that thing.” He said, turning his nose up at you. You took a step back, shocked at the arrogance of him.
“I’ll have you know that Prince is not an ugly mutt! He is a high-bred frenchie! Clearly your dog is not the prize here!” You spew, ready to go to war for your dog. You don’t tolerate any kind of disrespect, especially against your dog, who was just being friendly until the bougie diva, Satoru appeared.
“High-bred frenchie” He said, mocking you. “Blah blah sweetie! My precious baby is a delicate little flower! You keep your mutt away from her, and we’ll be all good, ‘kay? Bye now!!”
He waves, walking away from you. You blink, completely speechless that a grown man could act this way. This time, it’s you who watches as he walks away, head held high as he carries his dog away from the chaotic scene with you.
You ran errands later that day and then settled down at home, starting on your skincare routine as you were fresh out of the shower. Towel wrapped around your hair and you had on a robe with your bunny slippers, ready for bed. You had your TV on as you tried to ignore the loud music from upstairs, as Satoru was hosting a party.
You looked in the mirror as you sat down at your vanity, about to shave off some excess hairs from your brows. You began slowly, as any slight movement can cause you to not have an eyebrow. You bring the razor to the middle of your brow, about to cut when you hear a loud boom, causing you to flinch.
You froze, your breathing stopped as you looked in the mirror to see a slit in your eyebrow. You scream in horror as you stand up, covering your mouth, trying not to have a heart attack. You stomp out of your apartment once again to confront your neighbor upstairs.
Once the elevator opens, you pace over Satoru’s doors, banging on them like you’re the Feds. You still hear the loud, agitating music and laughter. You bang on the doors even harder and that’s when the music stops and Satoru opens the door. “Hey there—”
“Oh don’t you hey me! You’ve got some nerve having a party this late! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ME!!” You point to your eyebrow. Satoru stands in the doorway, a small crowd appears from behind him.
You don’t care about any of that, you’re so angry you don’t even notice the people recording your rant. “Like the look! It’s unique, like you.” Satoru sneered, hand in his hip as he smiled. “YOU ARE SO STUPID! With your stupid little dog and your stupid hair, and-and uh…” You stuttered, breath caught as you noticed he was shirtless, his abs on display, his v-line showing, and a small happy trail.
You couldn’t deny he was gorgeous, very good looking for a man not shy of the age of 40. You also couldn’t help that his charm attracted you to him in some way, as annoying as he was, you tried to hide it. You shook your head, snapping back to reality, going back to your rant.
“TURN THE MUSIC DOWN SO I CAN SLEEP OR ELSE I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!” Buck up at him but he didn’t flinch, instead his smile grew. “Yeah…motherfucker..” you panted, fist balled up as the words came out nonstop, you’ve had enough of the games he was playing. He stood there, still smiling and unphased at your rant.
“I’ll end the party right now, if you do one thing for me.” He holds up his finger. “Fine, fine, whatever you want.” You agree, not caring about the favor, you just wanted him to shut the hell up so you could go back to your apartment and cry about your ruined eyebrow. “Let me take you out on a date this weekend, just one. I'll pick the place, pay of course, and all you have to do is get pretty.” He said.
You thought about it for a second. It couldn’t be that bad. Just one date. He’ll stop being annoying, and you can go back to your normal routine. “Fine, just one date. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less.” You say, folding your arms together. Satoru gleamed over your acceptance, patting your head
“Yayyyyy, see you then, sweets—HEY, party’s over, everyone get the fuck out, please and thank you!!” Satoru yelled over his shoulder. You hear the uproar of upset party guests as people start to gather their things, leaving.
You step to the side as you see multiple guests, some celebrities, groupies, and local residents leaving the penthouse. You look down, remember you were still in your robe and bunny slippers as you nervously laugh, tightening your robe around your body.
When you get back to your apartment, slowly close your door. The newfound silence calms you but in the back of your mind you think about Satoru. You had been dodging him for years, all the bad press filling your mind, trying to not tie yourself romantically with a guy like that.
Maybe it’s just the media and he’s not really like that. You shook your head, clearly your mind was trying to play devil’s advocate. There is no way a 3x divorcee could be that great of a guy. You sit on the side of your bed, your hands on the side of your head trying to figure out just what the hell you agreed to.
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