pairing. arranged marriage clanhead! satoru x fem! reader
Summary. Since you were children, Gojo Satoru bothered you, pulled your hair and took your candy, he licked it and then gave it back to you- you HATED himā¦ and now fifteen years later your Clans have decided that you should get married?! The only thing left for you is to run away, but how far can you go when the owner of the six eyes has them all on you?
tags/warnings. nsfw 18+, teaser, smut, angst, hurt/comfort, slight canon divergence, arranged marriage, satoru is a spoiled brat, breeding, breeding kink, praise kink, loss of virginity, Geto never left and is still Gojo's best friend, mentions of Naoya Zenin (most of these tags are for the full version)Ā»
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Under the watchful eye of all the guests, you began your walk down the aisle in slow, almost lazy steps, as if you didnāt want to get there. Your every move watched, measured, and judged by the dozens of expectant faces surrounding you.
You could see Satoruās back standing at the end of the aisle, wrapped in robes of the finest silk. Could glimpse his snow-white hair. He'd grow even taller than he already was, thick and broad. He was no longer a slender spike. Swallowing hard, you felt your fingertips tingle, your stomach knot, anticipation slowly consuming you, each step bringing you closer to sharing the same last name.
You won't lie, you were a little curious... Suguru Geto was, admittedly, painfully attractive, which made you wonder: what would Satoru be like? You remember him as being standard, nothing extraordinary, except for his eyes, which never failed to make you sigh, although didn't make him any less of a jerk-
A shaky breath dried your lips; the corridor you walked grew shorter with each fateful step.
All the great clans present for this event: Zenin, Kamo, Gojo, and yours. Dignified elders with upright postures whose eyes peered out with studied cordiality, but with strong hints of arrogance. Scrutinizing you like a sacrificial lamb. You still didn't understand why Satoru had specifically chosen you. You were sure he had many suitable women to choose from. The looks of the Gojo clan elders screamed that you hadn't been his first choice, nor his second, nor his tenth; you could see the deep resignation behind their prejudiced eyes. Making you wonder even more:Ā Why you?
During these fifteen years of pleasant separation, you had heard about Satoru Gojo's exploits, always shirking his responsibilities and duties by participating in one mission or another, fighting dozens of curses, and always winning. He had become a teacher at Jujutsu High, and his life was the freewheeling allegory of a globetrotter with too much money. The rules of this world bent only to him. As always. You envied him, you envied his free will as much as you envied his audacity to always get his way.
Since you were children, it was always like this: he'd do something, and everyone would look the other way. Nothing he did deserved punishment. But when you did, they didn't hesitate to apply the full force of the law to you. Satoru always waiting outside the room where you were grounded or brazenly barging in to 'keep you company.' He never left you alone, and now he never will again.
Once you occupied the space allotted to you: at his side, your stubbornness prevented you from even looking at him; you simply stared straight ahead. Even when you felt his gaze boring into you, piercing you, a bright, impossibly blue flash, devouring every expression with avid eyes.
The ceremony began and you both sat down. You could handle this. You were strong. You just had to avoid him-
His knuckles had just brushed against your hand as if seeking closeness, trying to taste you before having you for the rest of his life. Satoru had always been impatient. First, his fingers explored, gently caressing your knuckles and tracing each finger with the pads before shamelessly intertwining his hand with yours. How brazen! It was the final straw; you had just the right glare to put him in his place-
A ragged breath caught in your lungs. You hadn't seen each other in fifteen years. The last time you saw him, he'd been an incorrigible teenager, but this man, this divine man looking at you with those stunning ice-blue eyes couldn't be the same, could it?
You prayed that your cheeks wouldn't give you away, that his keen hearing wouldn't distinguish the erratic beats of your racing heart, that your kidnapped hand wouldn't start sweating. God! Satoru Gojo had become unfairly handsome. If your life were a joke, this would be the punch line.
A subtle tension seeped between you, and a deliberate, involuntary smile lifted the corner of his lips in the ghost of a mischievous grin, a smile you knew by heart because it spread across his face whenever he knew he'd done something wrong and that you would pay for it. That's when you realized the boy who always got his way was still there.
"I know it's not ideal, (Y/N)-"
Suddenly, Satoru murmured in a deep, masculine voice, carefree and almost lighthearted, as if you weren't making one of the most important decisions of your lives. All spoke quietly enough for only you to hear. āBut I assure you we'll have a fun marriage,ā you had to restrain every muscle on your face, suppressing frustration beneath feigned indifference, āā¦like when we were young, remember?ā
You snorted softly, and Satoru interpreted it as something positive. The corners of his lips lifted in an attempt at a victorious smile, but it was cut short when you glared at him with a look that could annihilate special-grade curses. The snow-white-haired sorcerer tilted his head slightly, and in a gesture, you couldn't decipher, he licked his lips before giving you a lascivious wink.
You were seething inside. The bastard was as handsome as he was shameless.
This man's audacity almost made you pounce on him, but your mother had spent too many years taming your explosive personality, years that weren't in vain, as they were now coming in handy.
The ceremony ended up being exactly what Satoru expected: long, tedious, and filled with unnecessary rituals, but he had to accept that there was one ritual he was more than eager to get to.
āI now pronounce you husband and wife,ā the monk spoke in a solemn voice, āyou may kiss the bride.ā
You both stood up, and Satoru leaned unbearably close. His minty breath caressed your upper lip, and his bright gaze locked on yours for a fleeting moment. You could have sworn you saw the hint of an apology, but you must have been hallucinating because when his lips met yours, you only tasted the selfish desire to mark you as his.
You didn't even blink, nothing, you just let his lips rest on yours like when you were children. He had stolen your first kissāstolen was the right word because you never meant to give it to him. It was fleeting and impersonal, but just like that day, a bright smile was tattooed on his face after the mischievous theft that made your blood boil. That same smile was staring back at you now.
"You remembered my favorite flavor is cherry," he moaned excitedly, darting his tongue out to lick the remnants of your lipstick from his lips. You didn't remember, but your mother did.
All the guests began to move to the party, and you rolled your eyes, ready to leave too, but he stopped you by taking your hand, his grip soft and gentle, but firm as iron. You were itching to pull away, but your mother's hawk-like gaze was watching you. You knew she'd kill you if you disgraced him in public. So instead...
Satoruās head cocked just a tad, inquisitively.
You were lying, he knew it. Your irritated gaze collided with Satoru's, who, already feeling far too comfortable with his new title of husband and wife, leaned down from his privileged height and pressed his forehead to yours.
"May I have another kiss, my dear wife?"
Your cheeks blasted in color, a tingling sensation running through your body at his blatant strategy to unnerve you.
"T-they're waiting for us," you could barely contain your stutter, separating your forehead from his. His long hands almost instantly wrapped around your forearms in a possessive embrace that indicated he wasn't ready to let go. "T-the leader of the G-Clan Gojo must be an example to follow, Satoru."
He tipped his head, piercing blue eyes studying you intently. āSay it again.ā
āNo.ā He corrected, āSayĀ myĀ name again.ā
The uncertainty in your eyes drew a stifled chuckle from him.
āFifteen years, (Y/N)." His voice held a note of desperation well hidden beneath playfulness, "...I'm already on the brink." His grip tightened slightly, making you stand on your tiptoes. "Can't you see I missed you?"
You could see it and it was a disturbing sight. Confusing to the core. Why was your heart beating so damn fast? Why was he continuing this charade? Why had he returned after fifteen years of pleasant absence? WHY?!
āā¦ Why me, Satoru?!āĀ
You needed to know. He stared at you, unblinking. All smugness melting from his features.Ā
āIsnāt it obvious?āĀ
He seemed genuinely taken back by your question. You shook your head, and a slow grin spread across his lips.
āBecause I wantĀ you.ā He confessed so easily, "It's always been you-ā
"-You're still a spoiledĀ brat."
"I'm still spoiled, maybe," he admitted matter-of-factly, "but Iām not a brat, not anymore.ā His gaze oozed seriousness. His hands loosened slightly around your arms, but he still didn't let go. "You were always quick to label me an idiot, no matter how much I apologized,ā he'd undoubtedly spoken to Suguru earlier, āor how repentant I seemed-ā
"Your apologies were never sincere."
His eyes narrowed, something sharp lurking behind the blue of his orbs.
"I was a boy whoĀ cravedĀ your attention."
Luckily, you swallowed your exclamation in time, but your eyes gave you away. It didn't even cross your mind. Was Satoru one of those clumsy boys who showed his affection with jokes and hair-pulling?
His humorless chuckle brought you out of your thoughts.
"Besides, your mother was going to marry you off to Naoya Zenin."Ā
This time you were speechless, clueless.
"He's known for being a misogynistic swine, so I guess you're welcome."
His eyes lit up. Damn, heĀ reaaaaaaallyĀ liked the way his name rolled down your tongue.Ā
"I think I finally have your attention, don't I, dear?"
You blatantly ignored his last comment, and he could have thrown a fucking tantrum then and there but instead summoned all the patience that he had and waited for you to recover, you were too shocked, too dismayed. Too many revelations in such a short time.Ā
After what felt like five minutes, Satoru pursed his lips and suddenly had a naughty idea.
āCome on, (Y/N). The sooner the party's over, the sooner the honeymoon can begin.ā
You whipped your head at him so fast, he heard your neck crack, and slowly, very slowly, the corner of his mouth twitched in repressed amusement, and you suddenly realized he was teasing you.
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