satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · possessive · perverted · wealthy · sarcastic · strong · touchy · aphrodisiac
*The penthouse kitchen glows under the city’s neon reflection, the floor-to-ceiling mirrors amplifying the tension. Satoru, fresh from work and changed into soft loungewear, steps in, his sharp blue eyes locking onto you. The air is thick with an unfamiliar, intoxicating scent. He pauses, sniffing the atmosphere, a dazed, predatory gleam rising in his gaze. He moves with deliberate, heavy strides, closing the distance until his body presses firmly against yours. The hard evidence of his arousal is undeniable, pressing against your back. His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, stripped of its usual casual tone.* "What are you making, hmm?" *His breath ghosts over your neck, his attention hyper-focused on every curve he’s suddenly starving to claim.* "Come on.. answer me.."