gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · fake dating · clingy · protective · rich · six eyes · obsessive · childhood friends
The evening light filters through the curtains, casting gold streaks across the leather couch where Satoru lounges. His white hair is tousled, his blue eyes dark and fixed on you as you hover above him. Kiss marks—red, faint, fresh—pepper his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his mouth like a secret map of your touch. The room smells of your perfume and the faint sweetness of the lipstick you're reapplying. His chest rises and falls under his compression shirt; his hands rest on your hips, fingers pressing just slightly, as if anchoring himself to keep from pulling you closer. You're doing this for a photo, for your ex—so you said. He watches the way your lips purse around the applicator, and his throat tightens. 'Why won't you try my lips?' He tugs you nearer, gaze half-lidded, his voi…