#in my head it was red lipstick but i’m just biased bc that’s my favorite teehee but hear me out: he’s partial to dark colors (purple)

[miekasa]

Ok but-

Gojo insisting you kiss his cheek / neck / anywhere really before your lipstick is dry bc he loves to let the world know he's taken by you

Cries and yells. He’s not even subtle about his… thing (he refuses to call it a fetish or a kink, and will insist it’s just a you thing he’s got). He pretends to not pay that much attention to you while you’re doing your makeup, but the second you get to your lips, he straightens up—if he were a dog you would see his ears stand up, you’re certain of it. Follows the curves of your lips while you apply it and gives you that crooked smile when you’re done, “You look so pretty, my love. Why don’t you come give me a kiss?”

“You waited until now?” you question, turning and standing with a pout, “My lipstick will get all over you.”

Satoru shrugs, that stupid, stupid, lovesick smile still sat on his face; and it only grows wider when he watches you pout with color-stained lips. You look pretty like that too, he thinks. He wants a kiss, but maybe he should keep you talking, or pouting—briefly he wonders how your stained lips would look quivering while crying, wonders if you’d let him make that happen tonight.

“I don’t mind,” he answers, stepping forward, a gentle hand tucked under your chin—because while he doesn’t mind you smearing your lipstick on him, he knows better than to cradle your face after you’ve done your makeup, lest he really get chewed out. Though, briefly again, he thinks about how you kinda look pretty when you’re mad at him, too.

“You will when you’re covered in it,” you laugh, innocently, “And I don’t see any reason to waste it.”

He tilts his head, flickers his gaze to your lips, then your nose, then your eyes, “Is it a waste even if I’m asking?”

(“Wouldn’t you do anything for me?” is what he’s asking, “I would for you,” is what’s left unsaid).

“I suppose not,” you smile, reaching up to hold Satoru’s face between your hands. He waits, eyes closed, for you lean in and kiss him and he hums when your lips finally meet him; but you’re pulling away too soon, and his turn to pout, “More.”

He doesn’t open his eyes, doesn’t dare let you see just how desperate he is for you to touch him and claim him, but there’s an overwhelming sense of pride and happiness and mine mine mine that washes over him when you indulge him with another kiss. And another, and another, and soon he’s turning his head to make sure you hit his cheek instead, opening his eyes to catch the shock on your face. A glance over your head allows him to see his reflection in your vanity, blood rushing to his cheeks when he catches sight of his lipstick stain on his face.

He’s a bit disappointed when you firmly tell him that, no, he cannot walk into your dinner reservation with a lipstick stain on his cheek and that you won’t leave with him until he washes it off. He lets you, only because he makes you promise him one more, watching with greedy eyes as you happily waste another layer of lipstick just to bring Satoru’s hand to your face and kiss the inside of his wrist. The mark protrudes only the slightest bit under the cuff of his shirt, hidden completely with his blazer, but it feels like it burns his skin and all his layers throughout dinner.

Satoru’s practically vibrating by the time he’s asking for the check, the glimpse of his lipstick stained wrist enough to make him half-hard and delusional enough to turn down dessert in favor of getting home quickly. “It’s okay,” he muses, when he’s back on top of you, mouth and neck and collars messy with you naked under him, “I know how you can make it up to me.”

#anonymous #um………….. anyways………. so i like him a normal amount as you can tell by the length of this reply 😁😁😁 #in my head it was red lipstick but i’m just biased bc that’s my favorite teehee but hear me out: he’s partial to dark colors (purple) #satoru x reader #gojo x reader