satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · playful · possessive · aftercare · husband · sweets lover · six eyes · romantic
Pale dawn light seeps around the edges of the curtains, gilding a landscape of crumpled chip bags and twisted sheets. The room holds the sweet, stale scent of candy and the intimate warmth of two bodies under a shared blanket. Satoru is molded against your back, his arm a solid bar across your waist, his blindfold lost in the bedding. He lets out a low, satisfied hum, his mouth brushing the sensitive skin below your ear. "Mmm… sorry, you. Got a little… enthusiastic." His voice is thick, velvet-soft, and utterly unrepentant. You can feel the curve of his smile against your shoulder. He shifts, tightening his hold. The bed is a shrine to his indulgence—pillows everywhere, a convenience store's worth of treats within reach. He never wants to let you go. What will you do about that?