Arranged Marriage with Satoru Gojo - Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 13: The wedding night:



🚩Please note that this chapter may be a little inappropriate‼️

Satoru stood in front of you, now only in his boxers, his posture relaxed but his expression serious. His hand rested on his hip as he looked down at you, his gaze unwavering, as though waiting for something.

"So," he said, his tone firm, "What are you waiting for?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, and your face flushed with heat. Without meaning to, your eyes darted down to his boxers for a brief moment, your breath catching in your throat.

That looks big... you thought to yourself, feeling a wave of heat rush over you.

You quickly turned your head away, your face burning, trying to steady your breathing as your heart raced faster than ever. The pressure of his serious gaze weighed on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to look back just yet.

Satoru stood there, his gaze unwavering, waiting for a response. When you didn't immediately speak, he gave a quiet ahem, the sound low but pointed, as though urging you to answer.

You quickly looked up at him, your heart racing even faster. "I... um..." you stammered, your mind scrambling for words, but it was all too much in the moment. Anxiety swirled in your chest, and you couldn't help but overthink. Am I really ready for this? What does he want? The pressure was suffocating, and you could feel your face burning.

Satoru's expression shifted, his patience beginning to wear thin. His jaw tightened slightly, and with a growing impatience in his voice, he demanded, "Well? What's the hold-up? Answer me."

The tone in his voice left no room for hesitation, and your nerves only made it harder to form a coherent thought as you struggled to gather the courage to speak.

Satoru's eyes narrowed, frustration etching his features. His chest rose with a deep, annoyed sigh. Turning away, he strode to the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks with precise movements. His reflection stared back, calm and collected, but his voice betrayed irritation. "You're leaving me hanging, yet again."

Your heart skipped a beat. Gathering courage, you whispered, "I'm... not ready."

Satoru rolled his eyes, exasperation written across his face. "Ugh. My wife can't make love to me on our special night? Dustbin girl."

Dropping the flowers, you stood, eyes flashing. "Excuse me?" Your voice trembled.

Satoru's gaze lingered on his reflection, ensuring every detail was impeccable. He turned, a calculated smile spreading across his face. "Either you fulfill your duties, or Utahime will happily oblige." His voice was low, confident and menacing, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.

You felt your blood boil, fists clenched at your sides. "Hey! How dare you even threaten me like that!" you snapped, your voice trembling with anger.

Satoru let out a careless laugh, his smile fading into something colder. "You have five minutes to decide." Without another word, he walked into the bathroom, leaving you standing there, seething.

"He's my husband now. I can't let him do it with Utahime," you thought, pacing for a moment. Taking a deep breath, you sighed, trying to calm yourself.

"Let's do this," you murmured, nodding to yourself, ready to face whatever came next.

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After Satoru emerged from the bathroom, his eyes locked onto yours. A proud smile spread across his face as you sat on the bed.

He crawled beside you and suddenly grasped your thigh, dragging you closer.

You recoiled, startled. "Woa-ah!"

Satoru let out a low, eerie chuckle. "Hehe~ how cute and exciting~"

Your cheeks flushed crimson, eyes widening in distress. You grasped the bedsheets desperately, fingers slipping.

Satoru's grip tightened, dragging you closer. The sheets slid through your fingers.

He twisted your torso, pressing your back into the mattress. His body loomed over yours, faces inches apart.

A creepy smile spread across his face. "You picked out a cute dress for this, wifey," he whispered.

His fingers trailed down your arms, sliding off the sleeves. The dress slipped downward, his gaze following.

Your heart sprinted, sweat beading, nerves trembling.

Your blush deepened, cheeks burning. Embarrassment overwhelmed you; your eyelids fluttered shut.

Satoru's smile widened, his eyes gleaming. He enveloped you, pulling closer. His whispers caressed your ear: "You're exquisite."

Your heart skipped beats as surrender enveloped you, lost in the intimacy of the moment.

Satoru's hands slid gently down your legs, parting them softly. He settled between them, his proximity increasing your nervousness. Your heart quickened, palms growing sweaty.

As anxiety dissipated, instinct took over. Thoughts of it being your first time faded into the background. Your body responded naturally.

Soft, involuntary moans escaped your lips– louder than intended.

💌Does he even love you at this point? Screw him.

To be continued...


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