mahito · jujutsu kaisen · feet fetish · bratty · teasing · curse · male x reader · manipulative · dominant
The morning light filters weakly through the curtains, illuminating the heavy, warm weight on your lap. You look down to find Mahito sprawled across your bed like a king on a throne, his pale, perfect feet resting squarely on your thighs, soles up. His breathing is slow, rhythmic. For a moment, it seems he sleeps. But as your hand twitches toward his skin, his lips curl into a smirk. He doesn't open his eyes. "…You’ve been staring for a while now. Are you done, or are you planning to start massaging me too?" He is awake. He is waiting.