Arranged Marriage with Satoru Gojo - Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru's hands slid gently down your legs, parting them softly. He settled between them, his warmth enveloping you.

Suddenly, he pulled away. "Shit, that was close."

You slowly sat up, confusion etched on your face. "Why did you pull out?"

Satoru took a deep breath, gaze dropping to the sheets. "Cause I almost got you pregnant."

Your cheeks flushed. "So what if I get pregnant? We're married..."

Satoru's eyes locked onto yours, incredulous. "You're just 17 and want to become a mama already?"

Your face burned with embarrassment as you looked away.

Satoru's voice was laced with concern. "I ain't ready for that shit."

You slowly turned your gaze away, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over you. Satoru noticed immediately, his eyes softening before a smirk tugged at his lips.

"What's up?" he asked, his voice teasing yet playful.

Your eyes widened in embarrassment, and you quickly averted your gaze even further. "Nothing," you murmured, the words barely escaping your lips.

Satoru chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. "You want a baby, don't you?" he asked, his voice rich with amusement.

Your cheeks flushed even deeper, and the weight of the moment made you close your eyes in utter shame.

You let out a sigh, frustration creeping into your voice. "I'm sure every woman would love to become a mother," you said, trying to sound confident.

Satoru raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "But you're a girl, not a woman."

You rolled your eyes, annoyance flaring. "Same thing," you shot back. "In the past, we used to get pregnant at 12, and you're here saying that I can't at 17?" You added, your tone filled with disbelief and a hint of defiance.

Satoru let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Times have changed," he said, his voice filled with a hint of amusement.

Without another word, he stood from the bed and casually walked toward the mirror, his gaze turning to admire his reflection. He knew full well how handsome he was. He adjusted his hair slightly, then spoke with a playful tone, "Before it's too late, let me spoil it to you."

Curiosity bubbled up inside you, and you couldn't help but glance over at him, watching his confident movements. What was he talking about now?

Satoru turned back to you, his expression serious as he spoke, "I don't think you'll be the one to carry my child."

Your eyes widened in shock, a mix of worry and anger flashing across your face. "What do you mean by that!?" you asked, your voice rising a little, frustration clear in your tone.

Satoru let out a quiet sigh, thinking for a moment before responding. "Well, Utahime is already hurt and mad about this marriage."

You furrowed your brow, confusion spreading across your face. "So what? What does she have to do with me having a baby with you?" you asked, genuinely puzzled by his words.

Satoru smiled, clearly enjoying the discomfort he was causing. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he said, "Why don't we make this fair? Since you got to be my wife, let's get her to be the mother of my child—"

Before he could finish, you shouted, "No way!"

Fury rising, you jumped off the bed, storming over to him. Without hesitation, you grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked it hard. "You dare to mess with me!?" you snapped, voice sharp. "You should've known that I'm not always soft enough to just stay shut or forgive and forget!"

Satoru gasped, flinching as you pulled his hair. "A-Ah!!! Wifey!!!" he screamed in pain, trying to pry your hand off his hair, though he couldn't help but laugh a little at the intensity of your reaction. "Ow, ow, ow! You've really got a grip, huh?" he groaned, his face contorting slightly as he struggled to break free from your hold.

Your cheeks flushed as you heard his laugh, and for a moment, you loosened your grip on his hair, feeling a bit flustered by his teasing. But then, you quickly reminded yourself: No, don't fall for his charms.

With a surge of determination, you tightened your grip on his hair once again, pulling him closer. "Ahhh!!!" Satoru gasped, his eyes widening in pain as he tried to pull his head away, his hands desperately trying to free himself from your hold.

You glared at him, voice low and fierce. "I'm killing you if you ever get her pregnant instead of me!" you declared, your words filled with both anger and resolve.

As you tightened your grip on his hair, a sharp, uncomfortable pain suddenly shot through your lower stomach. The reminder that it was your first time, your wedding night with him, made the sensation more noticeable. The dull ache in your uterus made you pause, realizing you needed to rest.

I just did it, so yes, you thought to yourself, the physical reminder of the experience setting in. It wasn't anything serious, just the normal discomfort.

You sighed, deciding you needed a break. Slowly, you let go of his wrist, feeling the tension ease a little as you focused on the need to rest.

~~~

The soft light of morning filtered through the curtains as you slowly woke up, still feeling the lingering ache from last night. You reached for your phone on the bedside table and saw a message from your mom.

"Good morning, sweetie! Don't forget to get ready with Satoru at the end of the day because we're all going for a family dinner tonight. And make sure to dress all elegant, okay? Love you!"

You sighed, reading the message again, then dropped your head back onto the pillow with a heavy sigh, causing the bed to shake from the force. Of course, another annoying family dinner. The thought already felt exhausting.

The bed shook from your movement, and Satoru groggily muttered, "You woke me up."

You glanced at him, your eyes half-lidded. "My bad," you murmured, barely making an effort to sound apologetic.

Satoru turned away from you, still with his eyes closed tightly. "Just stop shaking the bed, you heavy brat," he grumbled, clearly irritated.

Your eyes narrowed, a sudden burst of anger rushing through you. You sat up fast, your voice sharp. "Excuse me!?"

Satoru froze for a moment, his face shifting into an expression of both annoyance and slight anxiety. Realizing he had pushed it too far, he tensed up and muttered under his breath, "Okay, okay… relax."

Happy new year‼️🎉🤗

To be continued...