Gojo cheating with a higher up's pretty wife
Gojo satoru was seething. For a moment, he swore that all he saw was red. His fingers twitched violently before he heard poor Ijichi's panicked mutters of his name repeatedly which managed to compose him enough to remind him where he actually was. For the past ten minutes, Satoru stared at the sight in front of him. He knew he had absolutely no right to be jealous but he couldn't help it. Not when your husband wrapped his hand around your waist, pressing you close to his side. His six eyes easily enabled him to see how your husband was caressing the curves of your waist.
Even if no one noticed (or if they did, they never mentioned it out loud), Ijichi did afterall. He knew Satoru's conflicted feelings about one of the higher up's young wife. He noticed the lingering stares, fleeting touches and your panicked whispers to tell Satoru how highly inappropriate this was but obviously he was too far gone. Hell, Ijichi even helped Satoru arrange a meeting for the higher up so he could meet you alone.
It was wrong of course, because you were the wife of another man but Gojo Satoru didn't care. Not even if you were the wife of another higher up in the Gojo clan. It wouldn't matter because he was the clan head after all. Was he supposed to care though? Ijichi thought to himself, he saw how Satoru reacted whenever you were there. Long gone was the composed and intimidating clan leader that everyone feared (god forbid no one wanted to be Gojo Satoru's enemy). His cerulean eyes would dart to you nervously beneath the bandages that wrapped his eyes, trying to access your every single move using his six eyes. He was always careful about his choice of words and most importantly his tone. Calm and respectful. Ijichi wondered if his love was real or was it just obsession glorified but eitheway, he came to the conclusion that it was dangerous. Being the center of Satoru's devotion was exhausting.
Ijichi observed the scene in front of him. You were wearing a cerulean shade kimono (matching the shade of the clan leader's eyes) designed with delicate hand painted blossoms winding along the fabric- OH, THIS WAS THE KIMONO THAT THE YOUNG MASTER HIMSELF GIFTED TO YOU. His eyes nervously darted to Satoru, once he realised that Satoru recognized the gift. He was ready to step forward as if he decided to do something impulsive. No wonder he was seething. Ijichi noticed how weird the young master was around you. Most of the times, he looked like he did not know if he should touch you but he sure as hell knew that no one else was allowed to touch you. He established that the young master was too possessive over another man's wife. All of this thinking gave poor Ijichi a bad headache.
Satoru still stared at you, you knew that or at least you could feel it. You tried your best to fight off the shivers and leaned against your husband slightly, feeling tired with all the formality. Suddenly, a loud clap resonated from behind you. In the center of the room sat Satoru on the jodan-do-ma, a gold leaf folding screen towered behind him, framing his back and making him look as powerful as he was. For the first time, you actually got to look Satoru properly, he was wearing a black montsuki hakami, staring right at you and your husband. Your husband stilled, even if he was highly ranked, anyone could be the victim of Gojo Satoru's wrath, there was no exception (except for you, but that wasn't the point). All the elders bowed instantly and you followed as well. You looked at Ijichi who was sweating bullets at this point, even though the room was air conditioned and quite chilly.
"I want all the elders to head to the meeting room, there is something I need to discuss." Satoru said and just like that the room emptied in the blink of an eye. The elders rushed to the meeting room, including your husband and the few wives that attended were being instructed to go to another room led by one of the working servants. You contemplated to go with them, before Ijichi stepped in front of you. "Gojo san wants you to follow me. He will be ariving shortly." he said in a whisper to which you can only nod and look around to see Satoru isn't in the room after all. You sigh and follow the nervous man.
"Can I ask you something?"
The poor man jolted as if he didn't expect you to talk to him. Was he afriad of you or was he afraid to be seen talking to you? He nodded, before looking around, eyes darting around the shadows as you both entered a dark hallway. Despite coming to the Gojo estate a few times, you still were not able to memorise the hallways properly, the place just seemed never ending.
"Do you think what is happening is … right?"
He looked over his shoulder, surprised that you asked that question, which obviously meant you harbored some guilt unlike the young master. It obviously did not cross his mind that you would ask a question such as this. He wanted to say something but found no words leaving his mouth. He guessed why Gojo was so crazy about you, because at the moment he was awestruck himself. The dark hallways of the Gojo estate were illuminated by the moonlight. You were truly achingly beautiful afterall. There was a little frown on your face, and the look in your eyes made Ijichi forget what he was about to say.
"Ijichi."
Oh fuck.
He was fucked.
A hand was lifted to Ijichi's shoulder and the 6'3 man stood tall with no expression on his face. The black hakami made him harder to spot which made him wonder if he was hiding in the shadows all this time. He gave a hard squeeze on Ijichi's shoulder and the look on Satoru's eyes dared him to make a noise in front of you.
"Thank you, you may stand outside until we are done."
You could tell Satoru was pissed, his cursed energy was flaring dangerously but he put a hand on your lower back and let you slowly into the nearby room. Despite his mood swings, he was gentle with you and made sure you would never be on the other side of receiving his anger.
The door closed and you turned around to stare at him. He stared at you for a moment, before pinning you against the door and kissing you feverishly.
And poor Ijichi was blushing furiously when he began to hear the noises of what he thought you both were doing.
"MHMMM.. GOJO SAMA-"
No way, Ijichi thought. You both were in the Gojo estate and your husband was sitting right across the hall, waiting for a meeting that Gojo suddenly appointed and was expected to arrive. Little did he know, that his newly wed wife was getting banged by Gojo Satoru himself. And for the next thirty minutes, Ijichi heard everything. The poor man was muttering prayers asking God so that none of the elders would come out or any servants would pass by.
"NGH MHMMM- SATORU!"
Ijichi could tell you were trying your best not to be loud but he guessed it was very hard since you were unsuccessful at doing it. Not to mention, all he heard from his boss's end were grunts and groans of your name being repeatedly said as if he was reciting a prayer.
Sooner or later, Ijichi realized Gojo wanted Ijichi to hear everything. Every moan, every smack of lips, every groan, all of it. Fuck, if Satoru could he would make Ijichi watch it so he would remember twice before even thinking but obviously, he would be more than happy to pluck out the eyes of any other man who saw you bare other than him, so he did not.
After a series of high pitched moans and desperate smacking of lips, you both quietened down. The next noises were shuffling of clothes and he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing you guys were finally done. The door opened to reveal Gojo wearing his black hakami except his hair was disheveled, neck covered in cherry red lipstick stains and his mouth was pulled in a grin. You followed behind, with the same state as Gojo.
Hiding your face timidly behind Satoru's broad shoulders was the only way you could face Ijichi knowing he heard everything. He heard you two going at it like rabbits, what was even more embarrassing than that.
"I should tell the guest-ts than Gojo san is arriving."
Ijichi stammered, stumbling forward trying to head to the meeting room.
"Ijichi."
Gojo called out slowly.
Ijichi turned around to see Gojo only smiling with his eyes closed. A tremor went down his spine for there was nothing comforting nor warm about his deceiving smile. It was a warning and he nodded, maintaining eye contact with the ground before practically running away.
"Satoru?"
"Yes, my love."
"What was that?"
The only response you got was a chaste kiss on your lips. (like always)
a/n: poor ijichi :((