Satoru Gojo ♡ ‧+ ̊

Satoru holds you in his lap on the couch, looking down at you, through narrowed eyes. he keeps you there, your tail splayed over his knees. you're not allowed to move right now. Satoru's going into his heat in a couple days, so, right now, you being his mate, need to be absolutely what he wants you to be at all times. his fluffy snow leopard tail his loosely on your shoulders. his hands are gripping you tightly. Suguru is watching the two of you from the other side of the room. he's making sure Satoru doesn't go too far or do anything outta line. he's drinking his coffee and reading his book, but still observing.

as you, your mate and your owner watch a movie together on Geto's bed, Satoru huffs and squeezes you into his lap again while you watch. he's not letting you go. as you try to shift closer to Suguru, Satoru growls, a deep rumbling sound in the back of his throat. his tail wraps far too tightly around your calf and he leans down to put his teeth on your shoulder, his cat canines resting there, a silent 'youareminedonotmovebegood'. "Satoru, be careful with them. they're still your mate. they're fragile. they have skin." Satoru hisses lowly, pulling you closer.