Arranged Marriage with Satoru Gojo - Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru sped through the night streets and arrived at Utahime's apartment. He parked hastily, then sprinted up the stairs, his footsteps echoing off the walls. Reaching her door, he rang the bell.

Utahime heard the chime and turned toward the door, whispering, "Finally. He came." She glided to the door and grasped the handle. The door swung open.

Satoru burst through the doorway, his shoes still on, and wrapped his arms tightly around Utahime's waist and body. He pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers in a harsh, aggressive kiss with extreme force.

Utahime's eyes fluttered closed, her arms trapped between their bodies. She let out faint, breathy moans M-mhm, her body relaxing into his grasp. Her lips parted, returning the kiss with equal intensity.

Satoru abruptly scooped Utahime into his arms, cradling her bridal-style. She blushed deeply, understanding his intentions were to have sex with her after a long time.

As he strode down the hallway, he kicked off his shoes, his eyes locked on hers. Utahime's face burned brighter, her breath quickening.

"Satoru..." she whispered, voice trembling.

He carried her into the bedroom, his gaze never leaving hers.

Satoru strode into the bedroom, Utahime cradled in his arms. He dropped her onto the bed, his eyes burning with desire. He swiftly climbed on top, pinning her beneath.

Satoru tossed his jacket aside, his fingers sliding through the buttons of his shirt. Utahime shifted, attempting to get away. Satoru's grip tightened.

"Trying to get away from your boyfriend?" he growled, shirt half-unbuttoned. "Do you not want to have sex with me anymore?"

Utahime's eyes dropped, shame coloring her cheeks. "Protection," she whispered.

Satoru sighed, rolling his eyes. "Aren't you on birth control?" he snapped, annoyance edging his voice.

Utahime slowly shook her head.

Satoru let out a deep sigh, frustration etched on his face. He climbed off of her and stood beside the bed.

Utahime sat up, her eyes locked on his. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Satoru's expression remained unmoved. "Apologizing won't work," he bent down, scooping up his jacket, his gaze avoiding hers.

Utahime's voice trembled. "Then what would?"

Satoru turned to her, disappointment etched on his face. "Maybe you should take some birth control pills now?"

He sighed, gazing away and turning his back to her again. "Forget it."

Utahime pleaded, "I don't have any with me right now."

"Not my problem," he responded, zipping his jacket.

Utahime's whisper filled the room. "It's all my fault, Satoru. I should've had them," she blamed herself, trying to please him.

Satoru shook his head, ignoring her, and walked out the room, leaving her in without a respond.

Utahime rushed after Satoru, grasping his forearm. "Hey, wait! Satoru! Where are you going?"

He turned his face to her, disappointment written all over his face. "You disappointed me, Utahime. I'm going home."

Utahime's eyes pleaded. "I didn't mean to."

Satoru shrugged, indifference washing over his face. "I don't care. I was excited."

Utahime's voice rose, she stood up for herself. "You know what? You should've brought condoms too."

Satoru's eyes flashed, his face inches from Utahime's. A menacing smirk spread across his face. "Wow, Utahime, you're changing. Talking back?" His grip tightened.

Utahime's eyes widened, fear creeping in. "I'm sorry, Satoru."

He sneered, pushing her away. "No point in being here now. You're useless tonight."

Satoru turned, striding out of her apartment without a backward glance, leaving Utahime standing alone, disappointment and longing etched on her face.

Utahime's face crumpled, her eyes welling up with sorrow. The weight of heartbreak enveloped her, filling her with deep sadness.

"Why do I always fall for this?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, despair etching deep lines on her delicate features. "He only comes here to use me, to feed his ego and satisfy his desires."

She slumped onto the couch, lost in thought. "Why did I call him over again?"

Memories flooded back: her suspicion, the urgent need for clarification. "To ask if he slept with you," her shoulders sagged. She dropped backward, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Whatever now."

Satoru leaned against his car, puffing on a cigarette. A sly smile spread across his face. "Now that I've reconnected with Uraume, should I pay her a visit?"

His smirk faltered, replaced by realism. "She rejected me two, three years ago. So... no chance."

Satoru exhaled smoke, his gaze drifting downward. He crushed the cigarette butt and headed back to the hotel.

You hear the door open and close, signaling Satoru's return. You head to the living room, a slight smile on your face. "Hey, welcome back."

Satoru's gaze locks onto yours, then slides down your body, lingering. You follow his stare, self-conscious, wondering if something's amiss. His eyes remain fixed. You look up, meeting his intense gaze.

Breaking the silence, you say, "You're back quicker than I thought."

Satoru's gaze intensified, desire sparkling in his eyes. A smirk spread across his face, his lips curling upward.

You felt a shiver of discomfort. You broke the silence once again. "So, how was it at Suguru's—"

Satoru swiftly closed the distance, enveloping you in a tight grasp. His arms wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you close. Desire and lust flared in his eyes. His smirk deepened, lips just a few inches away from yours.

💌He wants you so bad💘

To be continued...