۶ৎ part-one
۶ৎ part-two
۶ৎ childhood sweetheart! satoru × childhood sweetheart! reader
۶ৎ Content Warning: netori, cheating with reader, mentions of cheating.
Gojo Satoru finally felt complete after nearly eighteen years. His sweet heart, you returned to Japan, healthier than the last time he saw you when both of you were just children.
Now his life felt like it had a meaning. Something to look forward to each day, be thankful for the life he got now even though the struggles he faced in the past; the near death experience and the loss of his best friend.
But that didn't matter now. He had his love now. His sweet heart, his eternal love, the centre of his universe. You are everything to him. Even after all these years, there was no change in the way you made him feel.
It was something that he couldn't put into words, something that no words could ever describe and something that could never be expressed to someone else other than the one he loves.
Satoru was whipped for you. He is down bad, so much that he even relentlessly nagged his Clan elders especially to let you live with him and Wakana in the penthouse he was forced to share.
Although he said that it was just for your protection, it was obvious that he was more than eager to live with her. And she did need protection considering how her cursed energy could attract even the most dangerous curses, so what was better than being protected by the Strongest Sorcerer?
With his relentless nags atlast the elders of the Gojo Clan agreed. And... it was something that made Sakanoue Wakana angry yet sorrowful.
Wakana couldn't believe how the elders could agree to let you live with an engaged couple, in their shared penthouse. But she didn't say anything and just stayed silent, reassuring herself with hope that Satoru wouldn't forget about her.
Things have been different since you started living with Satoru and Wakana. A good difference. Now, he returned home every single day and stopped taking more than necessary missions.
You knew that, in the past after he was forced to let Wakana live with him by the Sakanoue Clan's request... demands, he rarely returned home since then, choosing to either stay at Jujutsu high or take extra missions to avoid being home with her.
But now? You were home, waiting for him. You know that he loves when you welcome him back with a bright smile. You noticed how he even chose the time Wakana would be having a bath to return home so that he would be greeted by you alone.
You knew that he adored you, not just as childhood friends but something more, something that went beyond mere friendship. And the first time he sneaked a kiss to your cheek, that startled you with the warm tingling sensation on your cheek.
"what if she saw?" the words left your mouth not knowing whether to follow your heart or listen to your conscience telling you how wrong it is to be with him when he's still engaged to someone else.
"Let her see, I don't care." his words were all the permission you needed to kiss him. Not on the cheek like he did but right on the lips. Your lips meeting his in a soft brush and since then you both stopped holding back.
Kisses turned into breathtaking make outs and glances turned to gazes which were not so subtle and innocent as the days passed. The want between you turned desperate and needy. Lips smacked against each other at every single chance you got not even caring if Wakana was in the room right next to where you were.
Satoru couldn't believe his luck, Wakana was leaving tonight for some Clan meeting that was being held in the Sakanoue Clan estate and that meant he had the whole night to spend alone with you, his beloved.
The moment Wakana left the penthouse, he glued himself to your side. Following you around. He even stayed glued to your back as you made some good old instant ramen for both of you.
"I'm not going anywhere." you had said but that didn't make him pull away instead he tightened his hold, nose buried in your hair as he breathed you in.
"You smell so good..." his voice was strained, dark with desire and before you could say anything, he turned the boiling water off and pulled you away from the stove.
"I wasn't don-" your voice was cut short when he lifted you onto the kitchen island, hands pressing onto your hips and kneading the softness there. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.
"Satoru..." you mumbled, you neck was really sensitive and his nose being pressed against you was making you ticklish and even more sensitive.
"Fuck... can't get enough of you love." the words left in a dark murmur, lips brushing against the sensitive skin there making you jolt. He paused for one moment before pressing a soft, open mouthed kiss there.
"Look at you, all soft and sensitive just for me." he drawled, pressing kisses on your neck before slowly moving down your throat, your collar bone and eventually your chest.
