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plot synopsis; no matter the amount of make up, gojo knows you'll always be the most beautiful person in the room
genre; fluff
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"Stop moving!"
"I'm not even doing anything, sweetheart," he laughed.
You rolled your eyes and pressed your brush into the pigment, little specks of colour floating in the air as you tapped off the excess. "Okay, close your eyes, pretty boy."
Gojo grinned and shut his eyes obediently, allowing you to gently dust the eyeshadow over his lids. He was leaning his back against the sofa, his tall figure preventing you from needing to bend down too much. His legs were splayed open, giving you room to stand and move around as you switched between multiple make up products on the table beside you.
"Okay, time for eyeliner," you announced, putting the palette down and reaching for your favourite liner. "Keep your eyes closed, okay?"
Gojo only hummed in response, keeping his eyes shut as he anticipated your touch.
You leaned forward against his leg, pressing against his inner thigh. You shortened the distance between you as you rested your hand on his face. Your hot breath fanned across his cheek as you brought the blackened tip towards his eyelid. You watched as the ink slowly glided across his skin, creating a perfect wing.
The two of you were impeccably close by now, but you were far too focused to care. Gojo noticed though, the rest of his senses heightened since his eyes were closed. And he wasn't just going to let it slide.
"Wow, Y/N. You're so close, I could almost kiss you," he smirked.
Your heart skipped a beat and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. He cracked open his other eye, an icy blue orb piercing into you as he surveyed your reaction. His smirk grew even wider.
"Are you blushin—"
"NO!" you retorted immediately, turning away to hide your embarrassment. You busied yourself with finding the mascara tube on the table, trying your best to calm your racing heart.
Gojo only chuckled as he closed his eye again, listening amusedly as you fumbled around the table. Your fingers finally curled around the mascara tube and you begrudgingly turned back to him. Both of his eyes were closed, but his stupid smirk didn't leave his face for a second.
"Open your eyes, I'm gonna put mascara on now," you huffed, still embarrassed that he'd caught you blushing.
His eyes fluttered open, the beautiful bronze eyeshadow complementing his electric blue eyes perfectly. God, why did he have to be so damn handsome. How outrageously unfair.
"You're staring, sweetheart. Like what you see?" he grinned lopsidedly. What a tease.
"No, I'm just admiring my work," you smiled sweetly, twisting the mascara tube open to reveal its dark-coloured contents.
"More like admiring me."
"Satoru if you don't shut up, I will literally poke your eyeball out."
"Oooh, feisty."
You rolled your eyes but continued smiling, wondering how you even put up with this man for so long.
Leaning forward, you instructed him to look up while you gently brushed his lashes, coating each and every one with the sticky, black substance. Brows furrowed in concentration, you hardly even felt the large hands gently stroking the back of your calves. His long fingers trailed up and down your supple skin, craving for your touch and your love as he waited impatiently for you to finish.
You finally leaned back, an indication that you were done. Gojo didn't waste another second, far too greedy and wanting to feel you against him.
You yelped in surprise as he hooked his hands behind your thighs, swiftly pulling you towards him. You landed in his lap, your legs folded on either side of him and your arms caging him in as you braced yourself from the fall.
Your faces were bare inches apart, the air around you humming as you stared into each other's eyes. The tension between you was palpable and your face heated up again at your closeness. You slowly relaxed into his hold, sitting down as you brought your hand down to caress his jaw.
"You're so needy," you smile, running your thumb along his bottom lip before you leaned down to kiss him. You could feel his smirking against you.
"Only for you, darling," he murmured, his hands settling on your waist and massaging it gently as he kissed you back with fervour.
You kissed harder, deeper, drawing a satisfied sound from his lips as your fingers tangled themselves in his snow, white hair. His arms encircled your frame, bringing you flush against him as your bodies pressed together.
Suddenly remembering that you had a job to finish, you parted from him, leaving your boyfriend hungry for more. Gojo pouted as he tried to lean in again, but you refused to give in until you'd finished what you started.
"Satoru, stop! You're going to ruin it!" you giggled, pushing your hands against his toned chest.
He grinned at the sound, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and removing your hand from his chest. Gojo's eyes never left yours as he brought your hand up to kiss the inside of your wrist.
"Doesn't matter, sweetheart. Not like my beauty could compare to yours anyway," he smiled before yanking you down to capture your lips once more.
