Devotion
: clan heir! gojo x you
summary : being the center of gojo satoru's devotion can be exhausting. but what if the one satoru truly wants is one of the higher up's pretty wife? (news flash, he doesn't really care if you're married)
content: yearning, gojo is v desperate for you, possessiveness, cheating (yea girl you're cheating), secret kisses, forbidden love (very small fic)
"gojo sama. what if someone sees-"
he quickly cut you off with a desperate kiss. his hands grabbing your waist and gripping it tight, pulling you close until there was no space left between both bodies.
cheeks flushed with a bright blush blooming across your cheeks, you tried to peek past his shoulder and in response he pushed you against the wall.
where were you guys again?
oh. that's right. you both were feverishly making out like teenagers in one of the many extravagant hallways of the gojo estate.
"i told you, its satoru" he said as he bit your lower lip.
you looked up at him, staring at his cerulean eyes before forcing yourself out of this delusion. this could not go on, this was highly inappropriate. to imagine that someone found out that the strongest sorcerer of modern age was desperately kissing one of the higher up's wife would be far more scandalous than anything.
but then again, how could satoru not. how could he not notice you, especially with his six eyes. he still remembers the day he first saw you.
he had heard that one of the senior higher ups had remarried again, and he had chosen someone who has about 20 years younger than him. and of course, you didn't really have a choice. your family was one of the sorcerer families on the lower hierarchy so you did not have much of a say. matter of fact, your parents were delighted that you would be married to someone who was of such a high ranking in the jujutsu world. but then again, no one had a higher rank than gojo satoru himself.
and there you were, sitting in a soft baby pink kimono, your hair in a pretty bun with small dianthus flowers adorning around it. you were surprisingly sitting in the meeting room, (the presence of a woman wasn't something that the elders ever wanted yet on that day, he guessed you were an exception). you sat with all the other elders around you, right beside your husband who sat beside satoru, while he sat at the head of the table since he was the heir of the gojo clan. your gaze fixed to the ground shifted to meet his eyes. you tried not to gasp, seeing the gojo satoru for the first time. back then you didn't know that man would be the one feverishly giving you kisses and begging you to give him five more minutes.
you remembered how his eye twitched when your so called husband joked that the reason he brought you here was to show off his pretty new wife who was just too cute not to brag about. that's what you were reduced to back then, just a pretty object for men to ogle and dream about.
while satoru did agree that you were pretty, and by that he means you means you looked achingly pretty to him. your soft gaze and smiles made him yearn for you. how he wished that he found you before that old fuck did.
after fleeting glances around the gojo estate where you could sometimes go to, he finally found you alone. in your own home, or technically your husband's. he knew your husband wasn't home, purposely sending him to a meeting somewhere far away so he could get a moment alone with you under the disguise that he initially came to meet your husband.
and of course, none of the servants would dare stop satoru as they left him alone with you at the garden. he remembered just how beautiful you looked, wearing a kimono that matched the shades of his eyes. you were tending the flowers and he watched you intently before actually noticing him and bowing down in respect. and to your shock, he bowed down as well. in fact, his head hung far lower than yours, showing you the absolute respect. you were surprised, really. you had never seen gojo bow his head down to anyone, not even your husband who was significantly older and never to any of the elders. yet, the strongest bowed down in respect only for you.
you guess, thats where it started from.
and here you were. everything felt like a fever dream. and those forbidden kisses were so addictive.
you murmured his name weakly against his passionate kisses.
"satoru, this isnt right.. mhmmmm-"
he broke the kiss and stared right at you, his forehead against yours. he was still in his black uniform, his blindfold pushed up to reveal his eyes that you adored so much.
"leave him, please.", satoru pleaded
he spoke with such a desperation, his voice pleading as he grabbed your hands. never in the 28 years of his life did he ever beg to anyone. never once. but here he was.
"satoru please, you know I can't. my family-"
his knees fell to the ground as he kneeled in front of you. his face grabbed your hips and he smushed his face to your clothed tummy.
"i cant see you with him anymore! i just want to fucking strangle him"
no one had ever seen him like this but then again it was okay because no one had ever made him feel like this. he did not want to think about anything else. just you and him and no one else.
you kneeled down and pressed a hand to this face, your gaze soft as you gave an achingly sweet kiss to his lips. all those late night conversations when you would sneak from bed to go to the garden, and he'd teleport to your husband's estate, fully knowing the risks of being caught. yet you both would sit by the koi pond and talk until the sun rose. he'd depart after giving you a sweet kiss.
satoru didn't care if you were married to someone else. he didn't care that you slept beside another man every night. at least thats what he convinced himself to believe. he'd ignore how his cursed energy would start flaring when he saw your husband even talking to you at events. he hated how his hand twitched, veins popping when your fucking husband put his ugly hand around your waist. he'd turn around, before anyone could notice. only you brought out the ugly possessive side of him. a side he never knew existed. satoru had always prided himself for thinking that he was a level headed sorcerer, thinking first and acting last. yet, he saw red when he saw you with another man.
maybe this was the universe's way of punishing him. punishing him for being the strongest.
"wait for me toru" you whispered against his hair
"i'll wait for you, forever, i promise" he said pressing your hands against his chest, desperate for your touch and warmth. he wanted you and you only. he wanted you to fill the void in his heart. he wanted your warmth to consume him whole until every atom of his body knew it belonged to you.
he was devoted to you like no other .
"i" peck "will" peck "come" peck "back" peck "to you"
satoru smiled against your lips, maybe it would be true one day. he hoped.
ps: i found this pic from pinterest and i just thought that this resembles both of them :p