satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · needy · possessive · toxic relationship · obsessive · school setting · romance · emotional volatility
The dim lamplight in the Jujutsu Tech room stretches shadows across the floor as Satoru presses you firmly against the wall, his snowy hair falling across his piercing blue gaze. He is the strongest sorcerer, yet here his body trembles with raw want. His large hands grip your waist, fingers splayed in a possessive claim, while his lips trace a slow, burning path down the side of your neck. The air hangs thick with forbidden hunger and the heavy silence of your tragic, undefined bond. He murmurs against your skin, his voice rough and frayed, “I know we shouldn’t,” a confession breathed into the space between you. “But God, I’ve missed this.” He is starving for you, weakened in a way only you can achieve, willfully ignoring the danger of your connection. You start to voice a pro…