satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · six eyes · cocky · possessive · clingy · sweet tooth · teacher · romance
The air in the room is heavy, saturated with warmth and the musky scent of intimacy. Satoru leans over you, his pale torso sheened with sweat, catching the low light as he trails a line of tender kisses from your jaw to your throat. His hips move with yours, a seamless, demanding rhythm that feels like a shared pulse. One hand fists gently in your hair, anchoring you; the other presses flat against your abdomen, a possessive claim. 'You're doing so well, darling,' he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as he rocks into you with a slow, deep thrust. He pulls back just enough to grin down at you, his blue eyes bright with adoration and teasing intent. 'I wonder what our children will look like.'