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MILLION DOLLAR MAN, gojo satoru

author’s note: i recently found this in my drafts from when i was fourteen and was obsessed with lana del rey & jjk. it’s a little bit corny so keep in mind how young i was😭 but i reread it and thought i lowkey ate so i’m just going to share it on here. NEVERR thought this would’ve ever seen the light of day but! here we are.

also, I KNOW HOW OUT OF CHARACTER THIS IS YALL. LMAOOO PLSSS SPARE ME. I WAS 14.

warnings: mentions of substance abuse, addiction, strippers, etc (not romanticizing, just was apart of the plot)

you stepped into the cold air of las vegas, shivering as the cool wind brushed up against your lukewarm skin.

you didn't know how far you previously drove, just silently wishing for a way out as you raced out of the town you once called home.

the venomous words your boyfriend had thrown at you to get you out of his sight had been the last straw.

so you ran and never dared to look back.

you felt at peace as you dug your naked toes into the damp sand of the beach you had silently strolled through.

you were exhausted, trapped, and mentally defeated.

your mind had been elsewhere—continuously disassociating itself from the world you were oh so familiar with.

a world where you felt comfort in the lies you whispered to yourself with bantering defeat, because those thoughts of deceit were kinder to the heart then the hideous truth could have ever been.

you felt like child once again as you stood before the ocean you had longed to discover more of. you envied the birds that flew over the coast, desirous of the freedom they felt as they soared through the painted horizons, letting the cool wind pass through their fragile little wings.

although you knew that that these aimless dreams of a wondrous voyage had been merely an illusion; one that you kept close to your heart simply for the need of false comfort because you were terrified of the real world.

you had grown to find solace in the mentality that you've spent years producing. one that caged you in from this, terrifying but real world. one that kept you of little to no knowledge only leading you to fend for his.

as the minutes flew by, your ears perked up at the alluring sound of a drowned out tune coming from a place in the near distance.

as you let your feet be carried by the music, a soft glow of dimmed lights painted your dull skin as you gazed up at a building that stood tall in the dark, illuminating the aura around it. the evergreen trees surrounding the building swayed softly with the wind, welcoming you.

your heart thumped loudly in your chest as you remembered all of the dreadful nights you spent feeling empty in different parts of las vegas.

you frowned as you recounted exactly how you felt once the ecstasy wore off. you remembered the drugs and how empty they made you feel once you were sober.

you remembered the endless drinking that only led to you being passed out in some rundown motel you never remembered paying for.

you remembered every boy masquerading as a man that you let take advantage of you, simply because you wanted to feel loved.

the sight of vegas tugged at the strings of your heart yet you pushed away those thoughts and decided you needed a new start.

so, that's what you went after as you let your feet mindlessly carry you to the club.

the bouncer moved aside as you stepped foot into the club, looking around to see women dancing seductively in outfits you only dreamt of wearing with confidence big enough to do so.

a bartender with jet black hair that was tied into a bun looked up to see you peering around. he could tell you weren't "used to this kind of scene" and called you over to him.

"you new around here? i've never seen a face like yours before." the stranger questioned, sliding a glass of rum towards the man next to you as you took a seat across from him.

"do you usually keep tabs on your customers?"

he chuckled at you, nodding as he set down a bottle of vodka.

"not all the time— just the pretty ones."

you fiddled with your fingers underneath the table. your shoulders now tense as you started to regret stepping foot into the club.

you watched how the women spun around the pool gracefully, enthralling each man in the audience to their presence locking them in like prey, as they begged for the attention of those on the stage.

you felt a sense of longing wash over you as you continued to admire the women. you suddenly began to picture yourself in the spotlight of the large crowds. you felt control, something you had never experienced before and it nipped at the crevices of your skin, almost as if your body was screaming at you to move forward.

yet, you didn't. you sat there with false hope as anxiety began to creep in.

you weren't exactly used to this kind of scene. yes, you were no stranger to the party scene, but you have never been sober enough to capture the entirety of the situation you willingly put yourself in.

it appeared the bartender noticed because he had been quick to offer you a drink which you kindly declined in a fear of relapsing. "you don't seem to be the partying type."

"i'm not." you lied, laughing briefly. you thought about it for a moment before letting the words carelessly spill from your mouth. "are you hiring?" the man met your hopeful gaze "i believe so but you'd have to talk to the boss about it first. i'm sure he's in that room over there. come on, let me introduce you."

you nodded, trailing behind the man like a puppy. "i'm (name) , by the way."

"getou.” he nodded in response.

"he's right in here. sir, (name) here would like to speak to you about a job." you stood behind his tall figure, rocking back and forth on your feet as you patiently waited.

the door shut behind you as you now stood vulnerable to any and all possibilities you would allow yourself to be present to.

your knees felt week as the boss's gaze rested upon you.

gojo, he said his name was.

he looked intense but absolutely divine. you couldn't help but latch your eyes onto the way his black suit hugged his robust body, wrapping itself around his biceps as they threatened to peak through the tight material.

his hair was the color of a mourning lamb, causing the cavernous arctic blue of his irises to stand out as they awaited impatiently to break you down and inspect you. his jaw curved into a sharp "L". he was the definition- no- the reincarnation of adonis, himself.

you felt small under his stare but his grin eased your nerves slightly. "don't act so afraid, no one's gonna hurt you in here."

he extended his arm onto the surface of the sofa, while he held a cigarette in his left hand. "so, what are you in here for?"

"i want to audition." he raised a brow, his eyes filling with an unusual emotion and curiosity. he appeared, almost empathetic yet covered it up with a look of conspire.

"i've had experience before, back in high school." you pressed, fearing rejection.

truth be told, the only 'experience' you've ever had were ballet classes back in freshman year of high school. you were never really that fond of it either.

"we don't usually take auditions without scheduling one first."

"please, just give me a chance. you won't regret it." you were desperate, this moment felt like the only chance of an escape you had. the emotion in your voice cut through his hard front sharply as he let out a sigh.

you had a sense of naivety bordering around you and it wasn't hard to see. almost as if you were a baby dove, being enclosed from the outside world under the pouch of the mother's wings.

as crazy as it sounded, he felt compelled to shelter your vulnerability but he knew that a man like him was only bound to break down those walls of security like a tsunami anticipating destruction.

as much as the guilt ate at him, he risked it, shaking his head at his own answer. "if you think you're good, let's see what you got." he affirmed, gesturing to you, willing to give you a chance.

you silently thanked him as the next song came on, almost as if it were in tune with the moment.

it was an understatement that gojo was attracted to you.

you reminded him of a siren. your voice soft-spoken and bewitching as if it were used as a weapon to beguile the male species, pulling them in like a lasso as they approach their death unheedingly.

not even the music that had been bouncing off the walls of the fairly large room could drown out the chemistry brewing between the two of you.

your hand languidly roamed your body, as you let your eyes fall closed letting the melodies of the faint tune consume you.

your body effortlessly moved to beat, hips swaying occasionally as all of the emotions of your past lifted off your shoulders, being pushed out of your body like a tidal wave.

your arms deliberately moved on their own but also to accordance of how you danced. tendrils of your hair falling in front of your face, framing your seraph like features perfectly.

you watched as the grey smoke cascaded through the crack of his lips forming into clouds big enough to convince an intoxicated person they were floating up to the depths of heaven.

gojo was entranced in your presence with low eyes trained on the way your body moved as his hands yearned to grip onto your hips and align them with his. you kept a fair distance from the two of you, occasionally moving closer towards him with little to no space but pulling away to leave him burning with anticipation at the deprivation of your touch.

it drove him insane.

you felt nothing but ecstasy that engulfed you in the pleasure that you soon discovered to be found in the pain. it kept you on a high that you never wanted to come down from.

you neared his figure— fingers delicately dancing on the edge of his tie until they reached the top pulling him close enough to your face as if you were going to place a kiss to his lips before letting the material drag out and fall from the end of your hand as you backed away.

the song ended and you returned back the state you had previously been in. the courage his attention gave you left you exasperated as you stood before him.

your chest rose up and down slowly as you awaited his response. "was that okay?"

he smiled and nodded "i think saying it was just okay would be an insult."

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