Arranged Marriage with Satoru Gojo - Jujutsu Kaisen

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Satoru gazed at your breasts, his heavy breathing raining sweat drops onto your face, neck and torso. He froze, motionless, his exhaustion palpable.

"Oh fuck..." he whispered, his voice trailing off.

You gazed up at him, wondering if he was finally done.

His gaze drifted away, his eyes closing briefly as he exhaled deeply. He rolled off of you, dropping beside you on the bed. His chest heaved, sweat-glistened skin glistening in the dim light.

Both of you laid there, silent, staring at the ceiling. Your cheeks burned, a deep blush spreading across your face.

You broke the silence, your voice barely above a whisper. "Are you okay?"

He took a few deep breaths, his chest rising and falling. Then, without looking at you, he commanded, "Get me water."

You nodded slowly, wincing as you sat up in bed, your movements weak and labored. Your body ached, soreness throbbing through your muscles. With effort, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, pausing to gather strength before standing.

Satoru's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto yours with a hint of irritation. "What are you doing? Hurry it up already!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with impatience.

You rushed forward, but your weakened, sore muscles failed you. Your legs gave way, and you collapsed, knees cracking against the floor. Your breasts ached from the impact, and a sharp gasp escaped your lips.

He sighed heavily, sitting up in bed. He glared at you, his expression irritated. "How troublesome can you get?"

You winced, apologizing through gritted teeth. "S-sorry... I can barely walk after what we did..."

Satoru smirked, then walked over, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He grasped your waist, lifting you effortlessly into a bridal carry.

"Complaining already?" he teased, his voice low and playful.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and a deep blush spread across your face. You quickly closed your eyes, your voice barely audible. "No, I'm not complaining..."

He chuckled, holding you securely. He headed toward the kitchen. "Let's get water, together."

You took a deep breath, your eyes still closed. "I'm so thirsty..."

Satoru glanced down, his gaze locking onto yours. "Who said you were going to drink actual water?"

Your eyes snapped open, confusion etched on your face. "Huh?"

Satoru gently lowered you to the floor, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Kneel," he demanded.

Your face flushed, and you stared, bewildered.

"Kneel," he repeated, voice firm.

"W-When are you going to leave me alone?!" you stuttered.

Satoru's lips curled into a playful grin. "Never~," he chimed, his bratty tone dripping with amusement.

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The next morning, Utahime's restless mind swirled with doubts. Satoru's aloof demeanor since their engagement had her on edge. "Did he sleep with her?" she agonized, her imagination running wild.

Her eyes snapped shut, her fists clenched. Yuck! Utahime, stop! Don't imagine that! Your man would never have sex with that bitch. she shouted internally, attempting to shake off the disturbing visions.

Utahime grabbed her phone, thumbs flying across the screen. "Come over," she texted Satoru.

Satoru's gaze flickered to the message. "Not interested," he typed, deleting the conversation.

Utahime's eyes narrowed. "It's not to fuck, you horny bastard. We need to discuss something."

Satoru rolled his eyes, sighing. "Kk comin," he texted Utahime.

He turned to you, his expression unreadable. "I need to go out for something."

Seizing your lips in a passionate kiss, he left you blushing in surprise. He departed, heading to Utahime's place.

Satoru arrived at Utahime's, and she sprinted toward him, enthusiasm radiating. "Satoru, I missed you!"

She leaned in, lips puckered, expecting a kiss. Satoru's hands firmly grasped her shoulders, halting her advance. His gaze chilled, his expression unyielding.

Utahime's eyes widened, innocent confusion written across her face. "Why...?" she whispered, stepping back.

Satoru averted his gaze. "I'm not in the mood."

He shifted his weight, tone neutral. "Anyway, what did you want to discuss?"

Utahime's throat constricted. She gulped. "I... wanted to know..." Her voice trembled. "Did you sleep with her?"

Satoru's eyebrow arched. "Why probe into my privacy, Utahime? What I do with my wife is none of your concern."

Her face fell, a hint of irritation flickering. "Why are you acting like this, Satoru? You've changed. You used to be so affectionate, so sweet. Now, you're distant, cold." Her voice trembled.

Satoru's expression remained aloof. "Things change, Utahime. I'm married now. Priorities shift. You and I... our relationship's context has changed. Don't assume familiarity."

Utahime's eyes blazed, grasping Satoru's collar tightly. "How many times did you sleep with her?!" she shouted, her voice loud, angry and petulant.

Satoru's lips curled into a wicked grin, deliberately provocative. "Her who? Oh, my wife?" His tone dripped with taunting amusement, fueling Utahime's anguish.

Her grip on Satoru's collar tightened. "How many times I asked!" she shouted.

Satoru sighed, "Twice."

Utahime's face reddened. "Twice already?! You've been married less than 48 hours!"

Satoru grasped Utahime's wrists, slowly prying her fingers off his collar. He pushed her away, his voice firm. "So what? She's my wife."

~Meanwhile, you sat comfortably on your bed, scrolling through your phone, when a wave of nausea washed over you. Your stomach churned with queasy discomfort. The digital conversation before you suddenly felt distant.

You widened your eyes, fingers pausing on the screen. Could it be... The thought trailed off, unthinkable. You shook your head gently. "No. Impossible. I cannot be pregnant already. It's been less than 2 days."

Your mind racing, you gripped your phone tightly, anxiety creeping in. What if...? you wondered, doubts swirling.

With trembling fingers, you opened your phone's browser, searching for nearest pharmacies. Your thoughts spiraled No... I'm not ready yet... I don't want to be a teen mom.

Your eyes scanned the search results, fixating on the nearest pharmacy's address. Pregnancy test kits beckoned, looming like a reckoning.

💌Positive or negative⁉️

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