Arranged Marriage with Satoru Gojo - Jujutsu Kaisen

Under the moonlight, the room feels warm and serene. Satoru stands before you, gently taking your hand, his eyes full of admiration. With a playful smile, he spins you like you're dancing, pulling you close with each graceful step.

"Shall we dance?" he asks, his voice teasing yet affectionate as he gently kisses your hand. His gaze softens as he leads you through the dance, his eyes never leaving yours.

You blush, smiling back at him, feeling a flutter in your chest. "You make it feel like we're the only ones here," you say, enjoying the moment.

He pulls you closer, his smile widening. "It's always just you and me," he replies, making your heart race as you continue to dance together, lost in the warmth between you.

As the dance continues, you let out a shy chuckle, your heart racing with every step. Satoru grins, sensing your fluster, and pulls you closer, spinning you effortlessly like in a scene from a romance movie. The motion is smooth and graceful, and before you know it, your head rests gently against his chest, your back now pressed against his stomach.

Your eyes widen, the sudden closeness making your blush deepen. His heartbeat is steady above your ear from behind, and the warmth of his embrace surrounds you. But as the moment lingers, a flicker of doubt crosses your mind. You bite your lower lip, feeling a little upset for a brief second.

You idiot... Have you forgotten that he cheated on you? The thought stirs inside you, the warmth of the dance now tinged with a bittersweet sting.

Satoru suddenly spins you again, this time guiding you a little farther away before pulling you back to him in one smooth motion. Your eyes widen as he brings you close, this time facing each other. Your breasts bump gently against his stomach, and his gaze is steady, looking down at you with a confident, almost playful smile.

You stand there for a moment, caught in his eyes, feeling the tension of the dance and his presence. You study his smile—his expression now more manly, self-assured, yet still tender.

Or has he changed? The thought flashes through your mind, and a wave of uncertainty stirs deep within you. The doubt from before lingers, but there's something in his smile that makes you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he's different now.

With each movement, he brings you nearer, holding you with an ease that makes everything else fade away. As you sway together, he whispers in your ear, his voice soft but firm. "Now that we're home... and our home feels like a kingdom, I might as well treat you like a queen, my wife."

His words linger in the air, warm and tender, as his embrace tightens. You don't realize that the doubts you had are slowly melting away in the comfort of his arms.

You feel a warm smile spread across your face. The last time he mentioned Utahime was our wedding night... What if he broke up with her, just for me?

The thought fills you with a quiet joy, and you can't help but feel certain—he's chosen you, completely. In this moment, everything feels right, and your heart swells with happiness.

Satoru's grasp is sudden, pulling you tightly against him. Your eyes widen as he lifts you off the ground, carrying you to the bed.

His body hovers above, eyes burning with passion. Your cheeks flush wildly.

"You're mine," he whispers, his breath against your skin.

You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours."

His gaze intensifies. "All mine?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

Your heart skips a beat. "All yours," you reply, your voice trembling.

Satoru's eyes sparkle with triumph. His lips claim yours, but his phone pierces the silence, shrill and insistent. Satoru ignores it, nuzzling closer.

The ringing persists. He sighs, lifting his head to check the screen. His eyes narrow.

"Again?" he mutters, rolling his eyes.

He declines the call, his eyes returning to yours, smiling. "Where were we?"

Your cheeks still flushed, you start, "We were-" The phone's insistent buzz cuts you off. Satoru sighs, standing. "I gotta take this, wifey."

He exits, answering curtly, "What now, woman?"

Utahime's voice floats through the line. "I need you to come over. Now, Satoru."

Satoru's eyes narrow. "What's so urgent?" He rolled his eyes feeling frustrated already.

"I'm on birth control. Just for you," Utahime responds. "So come over."

Satoru smirks, his frustration fading. "Really?"

"Mhm," Utahime confirms.

Satoru smirks. "I'm at the estate, but gimme an hour."

Utahime's laughter teases. "Hurry."

You're left standing, confusion and unease swirling. Did I just hear him say woman?

Satoru reenters the bedroom to grab his jacket. "I've got to run. Something urgent at Suguru's."

You raise an eyebrow. "But I heard you say 'woman'."

He freezes, crafting an excuse. "Ah, that's because... Shoko called. She's there too."

Your skepticism grows, but you nod.

Satoru slips on his jacket, grabs his phone, and turns back. "Wait, were you eavesdropping?"

You shake your head. "Just overheard."

His eyes narrow, voice low. "You better not be lying."

You nod, trying to conceal your doubts.

Satoru's smile grows wider, annoyance flickering beneath. "Anyways, see ya, wifey. Love you."

He rushes downstairs, departing the estate swiftly.

The maids exchange perplexed glances. "Where's he off to?" one whispers.

"Isn't he supposed to be with her tonight?" another maid wonders.

Their murmurs fill the hallway as you stand alone in the bedroom, uncertainty gnawing.

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Utahime's sultry gaze meets her reflection. She smooths her skimpy nightdress, emphasizing curves. The perfume bottle glints as she applies a sensual scent to her neck.

"This is my chance without birth control," she whispers, her voice dripping with determination. "Tonight, Satoru will be mine."

Utahime sets the perfume bottle on the table, her fingers trailing across her hips, accentuating her curves. Her gaze locks onto her reflection, a sly smile spreading.

"You bitch will be miserable sooner or later," she whispers menacingly. "I'll make sure of that."

💌Learning that you got rules to live by📌

To be continued...