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This Satosugu x Reader series is set in an AU where:

- Hidden Inventory had a happy ending. No one died, no one was traumatized.

- Satoru and Suguru are both the strongest; they graduate, then come back years later to be teachers.

- Post grad, Satoru and Suguru admit their feelings for each other and start dating.

- Now the reader is in a poly marriage with Satoru and Suguru.

* 🧚🏽‍♂️ = my personal favs

* These can be enjoyed individually/ in any order. The list below is currently in order of when they were posted.

Enjoy the rest xoxo

#jjk smut #satosugu #satosugu x reader #satosugu smut #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #suguru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen

A Forced Pair of Anomalies

Pairing: Toji Zenin x Reader

Summary: The head of the Kamo and Zenin clan both have failures they wish to be rid of. Killing two birds with one stone, the clan heads decide to bethrote you and Toji together. The two anomalies now forced together.

CW: fluff, angst, mention of infertility, arranged marriage, mention of painful menstruation. *The rest of the tags are bc of the toxic clans the character are under, trust they do NOT apply to Toji: verbal abuse, emotional neglect, panic attacks, dissociating, misogyny.

WC: 4.2k

A/N: This is the first chapter of a longer story I want to do. Definitely different from my previous one shots, so wanna try something new. There will be smut eventually FYI! But we gotta build the suspense ;)

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Chapter 1 - Betrothed

“It has been three months since you bled, explain yourself!” Your mothers fingers dig into the unsoiled linen, threatening to tear it open.

“I told you, I don’t know! I’m not pregnant, I just haven’t gotten it yet.” Your heart is racing as you try your best to escape the accusation. “You remember how heavy my last cycle was. I couldn’t get out of bed and I bled so much you had to call a healer. Isn’t that proof I’m not pregnant?”

“I’m not sure what to make of this. It is past time for you to debut, but your fertility has to be certain before doing that.” Your mothers words falter on that word - fertility. The implication in her voice awakens your nervous system and you’re immediately fueled with anxiety.

“You have a scant amount of cursed energy and you failed to inherit the clan's technique. The only thing left for you to provide is heirs. If you have children who can inherit techniques, you can be redeemed. If you can’t even do that…” her words trail off and her hand covers her mouth as if choking down vomit.

Your eyes grow heavy with rage as you examine your own mothers disgust in you. This is all you were to them, a mare to be bred. Nothing else. Not their child or their only daughter, but a means to gain more power.

“I will let you know when my next cycle arrives.” Ice covers your tone as you meet your mother’s eyes.

She drops the linens on the floor and turns on her heels to leave. She looks at you one last time and opens her mouth to speak, but catches her breath quickly. Instead, she drops her head and closes the door behind her.

You are relieved for her to be gone. Falling back onto your bed and grabbing a pillow to redirect your anger to. You’re trying to not descend into the spiraling rage your mother always put you into.

The woman who birthed you has no true love for you. Maybe it was because she wasn’t expected to be a mother, but just a means for your father to have children. Regardless, it made you despise them both. You honestly wished to be sorted into an arranged engagement already, just for the piece of mind that you won’t be here much longer. However, that doesn’t mean the next place will be any better. All the three families were horrible, but maybe you could get lucky with pairing with someone who’s not from a big family.

Your mother had been hounding you for over a year now about your cycle and its inconsistency. Your cycle has never been agreeable since you started it. Either lasting for weeks or not arriving for months. And then when it would arrive, it would be some of the worst pain you’d ever endured. Giving you cramps that make you fall to your knees in tears. You even passed out once from the excruciating pain. You assumed you were just cursed with a painful cycle, but your mother was afraid of what else this could mean.

A healer told her that your symptoms could point to infertility and ever since then, she had been tracking your cycle like a hawk. Because if the only daughter of the Kamo clan can’t produce heirs, then what is she good for?

You toss and turn in bed, wanting to go back to sleep. However, your rage and the morning daylight is preventing your body from relaxing. You don’t want to leave your room and face interrogation or reminders. What if you just lock yourself in your room until they decide to get rid of you?

You pull yourself out of bed and sit by your window. Resting both arms on the sill with your chin on top of your hands. You let the sunlight and breeze fall over you. Taking in deep breaths of the blossoming flowers and crisp morning air. The elements cool that fire that was steadily growing inside you. You take in a deep breath, calling all the remnants of that fire, and then blowing it out with a forceful exhale.

There’s no point in being angered over the situation, there’s nothing you can do about; your life is not your own. You tell yourself that, but it doesn’t actually help. You only hope one day, you’ll believe those words and submit to them. If only to make your life easier.

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“My nephew is a problem I can no longer ignore. My brother is out of tactics to break his spirit to get him to submit.” Naobito takes a sip of his tea before continuing, “I never wanted to pay him any mind, but he’s leaving us no choice.”

Your father ponders Naobito’s words, “Banish him. Simple.”

Naobito scoffs to himself as he sets his cup down, “Yeah, if I banish him then it’s only a matter of time until he comes back to kill us all. He’s been threatening to kill his father and I since he was a child!”

“Like he would be able to fight off the Hei or the Kukuru units.” Your father says wearily, hoping he’s right.

“Remember, friend. Toji still has a heavenly pact, while that’s useless for us, it still makes him a threat. I can’t have one of our own disobeying and defecting within the clan. It makes us look weak. If I can’t even control my own nephew, how does that make me look?” Naobito stretches his arms, relieving the tension building in his shoulders.

“Marry him off. Let him take that anger out on a woman instead.”

“And who would want to marry a Zenin with zero cursed energy?”

“I could think of a possible match, but it would come with conditions.” Your father smirks to himself, formulating the plan in his head. “We match my daughter with Toji. But with that, you promise that your youngest daughter and my youngest son will be wed when they’re of age. We get rid of our problems while still strengthening our clans with two children with inherited techniques.”

Naobito lips twitch upward, “You want me to declare my daughter for my ass of a nephew?”

“I’m simply proposing a solution. My daughter is of age and I wish to have her wed.” Your father doesn’t explain that he is in a rush to marry you off before rumors of your infertility begin to circulate.

“And why would the head of the Kamo clan want to rid his only daughter to my pathetic nephew? What are you not telling me?” Naobito’s eyebrows furrow with growing suspicion.

“It’s known she has little cursed energy and no inherited technique. No one has yet to ask for her hand or show interest, solely because of that. I do not wish for her to turn into an old maid under my roof.” Your father plays off the half truth with cool features, holding Naobito’s eye contact.

“I’ll consider it and get back to you. Let me make sure there are no other solutions for both of our problems.” Naobito dips his head slightly to show his sincerity.

“Very well, Zenin.” Your father nods in return. He has to hold himself back from cracking the wicked smile that’s hiding beneath his dignified features.

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The next week was torturous from your mothers incessant hounding. She made it her job to trigger your cycle: different concoctions in teas, long walks in the garden twice a day, followed by hot baths.

You disconnected from yourself that week to survive the regimen. Your body was already not your own, so why stay in it while this happens. You were thankful for your vivid imagination that took you to different places. Your subconscious seeped into your fantasies quickly, always wishing to be far away from here and alone. You could imagine yourself in any place in the world, as long as it wasn’t here. You also liked to imagine the ideal partner, not one that was chosen for you. One that found you and that you chose on your own.

You held onto a sliver of hope that an arranged marriage could afford you an ounce of that fantasy. You knew it would never be true love, but you had hoped for at least tolerable. Especially if you couldn’t have children, if it would just be you and him, let’s hope you can at least make good conversation.

Your mothers knocking on the bathroom door pulled you from your current fantasy. You were lying in a hammock, under tree cover, with a trickle of sunlight coming through and a cool breeze. When all of a sudden, you were shook back to your reality: a dark room and a lukewarm bath.

“Please hurry. Our guests are arriving soon.” You could hear the urgency behind her flat tone.

You didn't reply and instead made obvious noise as you got out of the bath, to show her you were making progress.

As you dried yourself off, you groaned at the reality of having to entertain guests. You weren’t in the mood to plaster a fake smile and make meaningless small talk.

You had to wear a brave face because of your father though. When he told you Naobito Zenin was coming to share a meal, you knew it was expected you would be present. There was no getting out of this, so you begrudgingly dress yourself. You figure you can zone out for most of dinner and go elsewhere. Not like you’ll be adding to the conversation much anyways, it’ll be the men talking mostly.

As you make your way to the dining hall, you see Naobito already greeting your father and mother. Your mother shoots you a harsh look that shows you’re late. You ignore her silent disapproval and make your way to Naobito.

Before you can formally greet him, he turns to your father, “She looks presentable. This will do.”

Did he really expect you to look a certain way just because of his presence? You bite the inside of your cheeks to not show your disgust as you initiate the greeting.

Naobito looks unimpressed by you and moves closer to your father, whispering something to him.

You disengage and take your seat at the table, fidgeting with your napkin that’s still folded neatly.

You hear your mothers hurried footsteps approach from behind and then you feel a thump on the back of your head, “Stand up!” Her tone is hushed but assertive.

Your palms plant on the table edge as you force yourself back up, trying to show as much defiance as possible while still obeying.

As you approach your father and mother again, you see more guests filter in from behind Naobito: his younger brother and two nephews.

Naobito glances over his shoulder to acknowledge their arrival before turning back to your father. “Tonight is actually a celebratory dinner. To announce an arranged courtship between our clans.” He motions for Toji to step forward and your heart drops. It feels like cement is solidifying around your feet, preventing you from moving.

A black pit is growing in your stomach and time halts with the sharp inhale you hold in. Your father gestures to you as those dreaded words come from his mouth, “You and Toji are engaged to be married as of today.”

This is happening today?! You thought you had time, especially while your fertility was still questionable. Is that why your mother was so insufferable this past week?

You are frozen in place as you stare at your father, mouth agape in shock. You let out a whispered, “What?” Your mouth is now behind you and forcing you forward, closer to your betrothed.

Toji isn’t even making eye contact, he looks unbothered and uninterested as his eyes float around the room.

Naobito starts speaking, but it sounds like nonsense. Nothing makes sense right now as your senses falter and you become a soul trapped inside a shell. “It is time for both of you to be wed, we came up with the idea at our last meeting and we’re both delighted by the prospect of uniting our families. With this engagement also comes the future betrothal of my youngest daughter and the Kamo's youngest son.”

You find the strength to move your eyes toward your parents who are smiling ear to ear. Your mother’s head hangs low in gratitude and your father stands tall with pride. This is really happening… They are getting rid of you. You prayed for this day to come, but now that it’s here, you can’t stomach it - literally.

You feel bile gurgling in your stomach and a spurt of foul liquid shoots up your throat. You have to choke it down and your eyes begin to water. That little gag now has your stomach doing flips. You swallow the accumulated saliva in your mouth and widen your eyes to dissipate the tears.

You look at Toji again and your stomach is twisting. They think so lowly of you that they are wedding you to him? The shame of the Zenin clan? How many rumors have you heard about him over the years? You’ve never heard anything positive about him. Then it clicks - that’s why they’ve matched you two. A couple of clan failures now married off because who else would want them? Your head spins at the realization and your knees begin to buckle beneath you.

You hurry out of the room without excusing yourself and run to the closet bathroom. You don’t even make it to the toilet before you vomit all over the floor. Your heart is racing and skipping beats intermittently and the room feels like it’s spinning. You wonder if you’ll just die right in this bathroom, that way none of this has to happen.

By the time you make it over to hug the toilet, you hear a bang on the door. You know from the force alone it is your father. “Come out at once! We didn’t even make a proper introduction before you ran out. Is this the first impression you want to give to your future husband? He’s likely already disgusted with you. If you ruin this then-” Your mind switches a flip and you can no longer hear your father’s hateful words. It’s a distinct murmur in the background as you hang your head in the toilet.

You notice how labored your breathing is and how you’re not getting in enough air. It feels as if there’s not enough air in this room as you focus on your respirations. In through the nose and out through the mouth, over and over. Drool is falling out of your mouth as you hear your father’s final statement, “A servant will be back to help you freshen up. Answer when they knock!” His heavy footsteps fade down the hallway and now you feel like you can finally breathe. A true breath that doesn’t need to be forced in and out. You’re sure there is nothing left in your stomach as you force yourself to stand and look in the mirror.

The woman looking back at you is not you. It’s a woman who’s void of life, dark circles lining her undereyes, flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and shoulders that are rolled forward. This was the woman that would be meeting that man, not you. There’s no way your true self could come through on a day like this.

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The servant appeared a few moments later and you were mute the entire time she tidied you up: wiping your mouth, smoothing out your hair, patting powder on your cheeks and under eyes. She didn’t engage in conversation either and you felt a mutual understanding amongst the silence. When you met her eyes once, all you could see was sorrow lining them. At least someone was showing some empathy for you.

Once you exited the bathroom, she escorted you out to the gardens. You wondered why dinner was getting skipped, but you were happy to breathe in the fresh air. On second thought, staying inside was the worst place for you right now.

As you entered the gardens, you saw a man with his back facing you, sitting on a bench in the center of the grassy knoll. You looked at the servant with questioning eyes. She averted your eyes as she said, “Your family and the Zenins are continuing with dinner. This is your time to meet Toji, I’ll be chaperoning. I’ll always be within eyesight, but I will give you your privacy.”

Before you can object or demand she stay closer, she is disappearing behind a shrub.

Your eyes go back to the man facing away from you and that dreadful pit is growing in your stomach again. You’re frozen in place while you decide what to do. Do you approach him? Do you wait for him to look for you? What if you just went back inside and locked yourself in your room?

As your thoughts spiral, Toji turns his head over his shoulder. He rolls his eyes before turning back to look forward. Another moment passes before he loudly declares, “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

You recoil at his cold statement, but also agree that you just want this to be over with. You make timid steps toward him through the grass. When you approach the side of the bench, you hesitate to sit down. You stare at the spot you’re supposed to sit in, but you’re uncomfortable with the idea of how close you’ll be to him. There will only be a few inches of space between you and you would prefer a few feet of space.

Annoyance covers his features as he speaks, “Sit down. I don’t bite.”

You murmur to yourself, “That’s not what I’ve heard.” You take a seat and position yourself as far against the bar of the bench as you can, gaining any distance between you two.

He lets out a forced exhale at your statement as you sit down. You join him in staring forward, looking out to the rest of the estate gardens. All that can be heard are trees rustling and the wind whispering. You turn to look for the servant, she is standing at your four o'clock and perched between some shrubbery. You relax knowing she is still nearby and you can feel some tension leave your body.

He finally breaks the silence, “I take it you’re not happy about this arrangement.” He sounds unbothered as his eyes peer over to you.

You clear your throat, “I don’t know how I feel yet. I didn’t even know until they announced it just now.” “I didn’t get much of a heads up either, my uncle told me as we were leaving to come over here.”

You’re not sure how to respond because you didn’t even get that much warning. They really just sprung it on you in the moment and expected you to be fine with it.

“This isn’t the choice I’d make for myself, but I see it this way: my uncle will stop riding me and think I am now under control within a marriage. I know it’s not paradise for you here either, so hopefully you’ll be given that same relief from marriage. I want to think we can live on our terms after this is done.” He stretches his arms back along the bench and turns his head to look at your side profile.

“So, you think our lives will be our own after the most important decision is decided for us?” You scoff at the ridiculous sentiment. You have to lose all control to gain control, is that really what he’s saying?

“Pretty much. This is the last control they have over either of us. Once this is done,” he motions between the two of you, “we can do whatever we want.”

You consider his theory for a moment. He’s not wrong, as long as you’re under your parents' household, they will try to control you. Once you’re married, they’ll recognize your husband as the authority in your life instead. But the question is: is this man going to be just as controlling and demanding as your father? You know how the Zenin’s treat their women, he is likely no exception.

“You’re going to let your wife do whatever she wants?” You chuckle to yourself, “Yeah- right.”

“I don’t plan on treating you like my actual wife. This is a marriage for convenience for both parties. So, no- I don’t care what you do. I just need you to show up and sign that piece of paper. After that, we don’t really need to see each other than to keep up appearances.”

Maybe this isn’t going to be as bad as you thought… Being free of your parent’s control, having the protection of marriage, and your freedom.

You crack a hesitant smile at him, “Deal.”

He stretches his arms outward and yawns, “Okay, let’s go in there and tell them we’re okay with this.” He pushes himself off the bench and now that he’s standing, you’re really taking him in.

He is towering over you with that wide framed body. The sunlight shining from behind you is illuminating him, literally letting you see him in a new light. That jet black hair absorbs the soft sunlight hitting it. A distinct scar that makes a path from above the corner of his lips to below them. And those dark eyes are that are peering down at you. He raises his eyebrows, awaiting your response.

“You act like they’d care even if we weren’t okay with this.”

“They wouldn’t, but it’s tradition for the couple to accept the match. We just need to play nice until the wedding, got it?” He stretches his hand out to you, beckoning you to stand up.

You dodge his hand and stand on your own, “Got it.”

“You’re not even going to take my hand? You know we need to act interested in each other when we go in there.” He says as you walk past him, starting your path back to the house.

“Like they care if we’re interested in each other. I’ll sit next to you, how about that?” You saunter forward as he approaches from behind.

You continue back to the estate in silence and are directed toward the dining hall where the meal has already finished. When you enter together, your father and Naobito look at you with wide, anticipatory eyes. Toji hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you in against his side. It’s instinct to want to pull away from him, but you force yourself to settle into his side. “We accept this match.” He states as his fingers drum against your rib cage.

Your father and Naobito look to each other with shit eating grins, knowing that both of their problems will soon be resolved.

Naobito speaks with a cheerful tune, “Come join us. We were just about to call for tea and dessert.”

You wonder why dinner was not offered to you, are neither of you good enough to even share a meal with them?

The rest of the Zenin's visit goes without any issues. It is mainly your father and Noabito talking and praising themselves. You’re not even fully paying attention for most of it. You’re off in a different reality, wondering if life will be better after you leave this place. Or if it’ll be more of the same shit you’ve already endured.

Every time you’d glance over at Toji, he had this cool, yet arrogant look on his face that pissed you off. You were bothered by how unbothered he was. He’s acting like you two were assigned together on a class project, as if none of this meant anything. A life changing event is about to happen and he doesn’t seem to care. In comparison to your episode earlier when you heard of the news.

You barely acknowledge Toji’s father or brother. His father had a permanent scowl on his face that made your skin crawl. And his brother was not pleasant to look at. A burly, unkempt man who looked more like a neanderthal than a modern day human.

When you said your goodbyes, you forced a fake smile onto your face. As your father and Naobito discussed tentative wedding plans, Toji took your hand when you weren’t paying attention. You snap your head over and he has your hand at his lips. “Goodnight,” he murmured against your skin as he placed a delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

Your breath hitched at the soft contact. That such a man as him was capable of such a thing… He held your hand at his lips for a heartbeat and stared at you through his eyebrows. You felt blood rushed to your cheeks and you didn’t know why.

You simply replied, “Goodnight,” and quickly retreated your hand back to your side.

As the Zenin men made their exit, your eyes lingered on Toji. Wanting to know what was going on behind that calm and collected face. Surely you would find out soon enough… You’ll be married sooner rather than later. And with that realization, your stomach doesn’t turn in disgust. You feel some relief actually. Just off the first impression, he seemed to be true about what he said.

You wonder to yourself, “Is the shame of the Zenin clan really going to the escape I’ve been praying for?”

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Master List

#toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen #toji fluff #toji smut #toji x you #toji x y/n #jjk angst

i saw your other ask abt kids, but would you be open to writing satosugu x reader slight au where they have megumi/tsumiki or nanako/mimiko with them as well? i loveeee your writing and would kill for a fic like this🥹

I would be open to this! I’d be fine with an adopted family/ found family trope. I’d probably break it off from the rest of my series and have it be its own thing!

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Going Public

Summary: One week after your engagement to Satoru and Suguru (Let's Make This Official), you all decide it's time to publicly announce, specifically to the Higher Ups. CW: MDNI, angst, fluff, and smut. p in v, anal, m & f receiving oral, creampie, quickie, threesome, established relationship, Top Satoru, Bottom Suguru, reader is very anxious, higher ups are annoying and homophobic. WC: 4.6k

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Satoru needed to blow off some steam before his meeting with the Higher Ups and you were happy to help.

Watching him get ready somehow turned into you bent over the bathroom sink while he blew your back out.

“Fuck, baby- look at your face,” he says as he grips your hair and forces your eyes up to stare at your reflection.

Your eyes go to your fucked out face for a second before looking at Satoru. He’s biting his bottom lip, threatening to break the skin with his teeth. He has a lethal grip on your frizzy curls, using them as leverage to deepen his thrusts.

Your phone lights up with a notification, your eyes go to it, and you notice the time. Satoru needs to leave now or he’s going to be late.

“Satoru- you need to leave soon,” you gasp out.

“I’m not stopping, they can wait,” he slows his thrusts in retaliation.

Satoru doesn’t care about being late, you care more than he does. Today, he’s telling the Higher Ups of your engagement and he needs to be on time. There’s no reason to start off an already tense conversation on a bad foot.

You clench your walls around his cock and hold them as tight as you can. He makes eye contact with you in the mirror and inclines his head, “Are you trying to rush me?”

“No- I mean, yes. You need- fuck- you need to be on time.” You’re trying to look as serious as you can with him inside you.

“I guess you’re right.” He pulls out of you, grabs your hips to whirl you around, and you push yourself up on the counter top. Satoru’s restraint always snapped when he was looking directly at you.

He wraps your legs around his waist and is already lining back up, “Be a good girl and help me cum.” He pushes his cock back into you and you cry out. Your arms wrap around his back and you bring him in close. Your foreheads are pressed together and you’re holding eye contact as he increases his speed. Every time he pulls out, you clench around him hard, over and over. Your nails find his defined back muscles and dig in. He tenses at the sharpness and gives you a feral grin.

Your lips meet and you’re barely kissing, you’re mostly swapping exhaled breaths and moaning into each other's mouths.

“I’m not done with you. I’m gonna need you again after the meeting.” His piercing eyes feel threatening at this proximity.

“Same, I’ll be thinking about this all day. Fuck, you feel so good.”

His thrusts begin to stutter and he lets out a low growl, “It’s probably too late for you to squirt on me?”

“Later. I need you to cum now, not me.” You assault him with one more forceful clench and he’s falling over the edge.

As his orgasm rips through him, you sigh with relief at the first spurt that floods inside you.

His thrusts slow as he finishes inside you, you both look down at your connecting spots and marvel at it.

Once he’s finished, he taps your phone screen while still inside you. When he sees the time, he pulls out of you quickly and immediately pulls his pants up.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he curses to himself as he throws his shirt on and finds his blindfold. Once he’s decent, he bolts out the door while you’re still left on the counter, panting. A second later he runs back into the bathroom and plants a forceful kiss on your lips, “Can’t leave before saying goodbye. I love you.” He’s already running out the door as you call out, “I love you too! Good luck.”

Your fiancé, soon to be husband, was horrible at arriving anywhere on time. He will somehow manage to be late to your wedding.

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“This is surprisingly delightful news. We turned a blind eye when the rumors of you and Geto circulated and what that would mean for your lineage. Now, if there is a woman, you have means to produce heirs - for both of you. You can act as if you are only betrothed to her and have a more traditional marriage that way.”

Satoru paused for a moment to choose his next words carefully, “That’s not why we’re getting married. And it’s all three of us, not just me and her.”

“Regardless, an heir for the Gojo clan will be needed some day. And now you will be able to have one. Surely you and Geto can not have a child and a marriage between you two would be… untraditional. If an heir is not born then your seat may need to fall to the next of kin.” “I never mentioned anything about having kids. This is an engagement announcement, plain and simple.”

“Do you mean to tell us the head of the Gojo clan does not wish to produce any heirs?” “Like I’m going to discuss our family planning with creepy, old men,” Satoru scoffs to himself before continuing, “I did not come here for marriage counseling. I felt that it was generous to let you all know before we publicly announce. If we decide to have children, that will not be of your concern.”

“Gojo, you are a clan head and have responsibilities that are expected of you. If you do not-”

Satoru cuts them off with a wave of his hand, “Also this meeting is to let you know that after we are married, Suguru and I will not be accepting any missions for at least three months. We require time with our wife to get settled into married life. I’m at least giving you the courtesy of letting you know in advance.”

Silence falls among the Higher Ups and they side eye each other with looks of disgust.

Satoru takes that beat of silence to make his exit, “Well, it’s been a pleasure talking to you like always.” He turns on his heels to begin making his exit.

“Gojo! You may spat at tradition, but we do not. You will make a fool of yourself by marrying a man and you’ll multiply that tenfold by marrying a woman as well and not producing heirs. The other clan heads understand their duties and it’s time you do as well.”

He stops in his tracks and turns his head over his shoulder, “And what are you going to do about it? This union will have the two strongest sorcerers united as one.”

“We request a meeting with you and Geto as soon as he returns from his mission, there is more to be discussed.”

“Request: denied.” He smiles to himself as he turns his head back and continues walking out.

The hire ups continue squawking, but Satoru has already tuned them out. He strolls out of the meeting hall and makes his way to the main campus.

He checks his phone and sees a text from Suguru in your groupchat: [How did it go?]

He groans at the idea of explaining how that went. He’s not even sure how to explain it over text, so he decides to ignore it for now. His next stop is to meet with his students and tell them of the news. Not that he wants to indulge his personal life with his students, but he knows rumors will begin circulating soon. He’d rather them hear it from him than the bitter Higher Ups who may try to stir contentment.

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“So, you’re saying that you’re marrying not only Geto-sensei, but also a woman?” Megumi asks with almost a look of annoyance, “Why are you telling us this?”

“Because the Higher Ups are pissed and will probably try anything to interfere. Before the nasty rumors start, I wanted you all to hear it from me first. Also, it’s going to be obvious that two of your teachers are married.”

“Like you’ve ever cared what the Higher Ups have to say,” Maki scoffs while twirling her cursed tool in her hand.

“No, I don’t care, but I-” Satoru is cut off by Nobara.

“This is weird, how does that even work? You two and a woman?” She visibly cringes at the thought.

“Wow and I thought my students would be more open minded than this. I already got chewed out by the Higher Ups.”

“I don’t care about you being with a man or woman, it’s just the fact that it's both. Was one person really not enough?” Nobara says with a confused look.

“It’s not that one wasn’t enough- you know what, I’m not going into details. I just wanted to tell you all before it was public.”

Yuji, who has been quiet for most of the conversation finally chimes in, “I’m happy for you Sensei, really.”

Inumaki adds an enthusiastic, “Salmon.”

“Thank you, Yuji! At least someone is happy for me.”

“I’m also happy for you Sensi, you and Geto both. So, what’s she like?” Panda asks as he takes a seat on the ground.

“You haven’t met her? She’s volunteered at the school before. She’s really nice, I’m just surprised she’d want to be with you.”

Satoru rolls his eyes at Nobara’s remark and continues answering Panda’s question, “She’s amazing. She’s intelligent, kind, and so funny. And yes, she does volunteer here from time to time. If you happen to run into her, please be respectful and do not bombard her with questions.”

“Is her last name going to be Gojo or Geto? Or both?!” Yuji asks with much enthusiasm.

“Uhhh, I don’t know. We haven’t talked about that yet, she’ll probably just keep her last name.”

“When’s the wedding?” Nobara asks before Satoru can form his next thought.

“I don’t know, we haven’t talked about it yet.”

“You seem kinda unprepared,” Maki says.

“We just got engaged last week!” Satoru spits off defensively.

“Can you bring her around so we can meet her when she’s not here working?” Yuji is leaning forward with intrigue.

“That’s up to her, I’ll ask. With how you guys are interrogating me right now, I don’t know if she’ll want to come around.”

“Oh, whatever!” Nobara says in a huff as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Alright, is that all the questions? Last call because I’m already tired.”

“Are we going to be invited to the wedding?” Yuji asks.

“I don’t know we-”

Maki and Megumi finish his sentence in sync, “We haven’t talked about it yet.”

He snaps his fingers and points at them to indicate that they are right.

“Okay enough questions. You all need to get back to training.” He gestures his hand to shoo them off.

A communal groan falls from them as they leisurely get back up to continue their exercises.

Satoru checks his phone and sees more texts from you and Suguru,

You replied with just a question mark to emphasize Suguru’s message that was left on read.

You replied again: [“Soooo??”]

He finally finds a response to send back, “I’ll tell you later when I get home. It’s fine, really.”

✦ ✦ ✦

By the time Satoru got home, you had already gotten settled in for the evening. You were lounging on your sofa bed when you heard the front door unlock. Before he can fully enter the house, you’re already walking to the front door, “How did it go?”

Satoru sighs, “I’d rather tell you at the same time as Suguru. I’m going to call him here in a bit. I want to shower first.”

You make your way over to him to give him a welcoming kiss, trying not to push the topic too much. While you want all the details now, you understand it’s only fair that you know when Suguru does since he’s not home.

“I’ll go ahead and tell you, I did tell the students and they were full of questions. I felt like I was getting interrogated. They also want to meet you, but I said that’s up to you.”

You were caught off guard by his last statement. You didn’t think that you would peak his students' interest.

“Oh, uhm- let me think about it. I mean I’ll meet them when I volunteer.”

“They said they wanted to meet you when you’re not there to work, I guess in a more casual setting.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I’m sure I’ll meet them all eventually.”

“They also asked when the wedding was and whose last name you would take. I looked like an idiot because I didn’t have an answer for either of those questions.”

“Honestly, I haven’t thought much about it.”

“Thats what I said!”

“I’ve thought about the wedding some; I don’t want a big, traditional wedding. I just want it to be us, somewhere beautiful. We’ll go get the official piece of paper whenever, but I want to have our own thing, just us.”

“I like that idea.” He smiles and brings you in for a hug. The hug lingers, sealing your bodies together.

You finally pull back from the hug, “Okay, go shower. I’ll ask Sugu when he’s free to call.”

“You don’t want to join me?”

“No, I’ll shower before bed.”

“I wasn’t asking for you to join me to get clean.” He says with that shit eating grin on his face.

“If we start round two now, Suguru is never going to get a call.” You land a kiss on his cheek before going back to your room.

✦ ✦ ✦

You and Satoru settle onto your bed while you facetime Suguru. You prop your phone up on a pillow as you and Satoru sit criss-cross next to each other, with your phone positioned in front of you.

Suguru answers on the second ring and smiles widely at the image of both of you, “Hi!”

“How’s your mission going?”

“Ehhh,” he groans in hesitation, “It’s fine. I’ll talk about it later. Satoru, what happened with the Higher Ups?”

“Better than expected, but also not- I don’t know. They’re not thrilled about two guys getting married. They were excited when I said we were marrying y/n because they thought we’d essentially be using her as a concubine. They’d prefer me to act like I’m only married to her.”

Your head snaps to look at him, “What?!” Rage summers beneath your skin.

“I didn’t say it! They did. They thought we were marrying you just as a means to produce heirs. When I told them that wasn’t the point, they started going on about duties and spewing other bullshit.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Suguru mutters in pure disgust.

“Yep, they said I’d be making a fool of myself by marrying you. But it’ll be even worse if I marry a woman and don’t have children.”

“Why are they even asking about that? It’s none of their concern.” Your heart rate is increasing by the second.

“It’s not, but they like to think it is since I'm a clan head. Since the others bend to their will, they think I should fall in line too.”

“What does this mean for us?”

“It means we do what we want and ignore them. That’s what I’ve been doing my whole life.”

“That’s not completely true, Satoru. The Higher Ups could try to diminish your influence, even motion to have the Gojo clan removed from the three families. Since it is only you and they view you as a thorn in their side, they could very well do that.” Suguru says the words as if they are bile in his mouth.

“And if they do, then what? They’re really going to banish the most powerful sorcerer from their ranks? I doubt it.” Satoru has an arrogant undertone to his words.

“I don’t agree with them either, but when it comes to tradition, they do not waver. You are expected to have an heir and if you don’t, they could have your seat passed to a next of kin.”

“Yeah, they mentioned that but I didn’t take them seriously.”

Your face fell into your hands as you took a deep breath in, “They already discussed removing you?”

“I wouldn’t say it was discussed, more a threat.”

“Satoru, I feel like you’re not taking this seriously!” You bring your face up and look at him with an intense stare that makes him shift in his seat.

“Maybe we need to lay low for a bit, not pursue the wedding. Give this time to blow over.” You drop your head in defeat and stare at the mattress.

“Like Hell that’s going to happen. We’re going to do this on our own time, not theirs!”

“I don’t want this- or us, to make things any harder for either of you. You already deal with enough and if this is going to have them breath down your necks then…” Your stomach drops at the idea and you feel a wave of nausea consume you.

“Then what?!” Satoru spits out furiously.

Tears start lining your eyes as you say, “I don’t know. I didn’t expect this to be such an issue.”

“It’s only an issue if we make it one. This is what they want! They want to scare us into doing what they want.” Satoru brings his hand to your thigh and looks to Suguru for reassurance.

“I think we should wait until I’m home to talk about this. Give us a few days to sit on it and come back when we’re all together.” Suguru says with concern, noticing the emotions that are starting to rise to the surface.

You stay quiet and nod your head, trying to hold the tears back.

Satoru lets out a dissatisfied sigh and begrudgingly agrees. A solemn goodbye follows as you hang up the call.

You immediately curl up under the covers and try to hold it together while Satoru is still in your room.

He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, facing you. A comforting hand goes to your head, “What’s on your mind?”

You shut your eyes because looking at him for too long will cause the tears to flow out. “Please, I don’t want to talk about it until Sugu’s home.”

Satoru’s eyes fill with worry, he drops to his knees at the bedside and his face is only inches from yours, “It’ll be fine, I promise.” He pauses for a moment to see if you engage any further. When you stay quiet and keep your eyes shut, he places a kiss on your forehead before leaving.

✦ ✦ ✦

You barely sleep that night, tossing and turning constantly. Every time you’re conscious, the thoughts and worries start to come back. The more you try to shut them out, the worse it gets.

That theme of thoughts haunts you for the next four days before Suguru gets home:

What if we don’t get married? We can just stay together and act as if we’re married.

Who will try to challenge Satoru? They can’t really think they stand a chance against him.

What if just Satoru and I got married? Since they emphasized the foolishness of him and Suguru. No, that’s not fair to Suguru. I want to be tied to him as well.

When will they start asking again about children? We haven’t even discussed it ourselves. I didn’t imagine children in our future. But if Satoru doesn’t have an heir, then what? Is the Gojo clan ruined?

What if Satoru and Suguru stay together publicly and I fall into the background? Not making our relationship obvious to outsiders?

Where could we go to escape the crushing pressure of Jujutsu society? Where they are not meddling in our lives?

What if this was all a mistake? It was foolish to think the Higher Ups would accept a marriage like this of a clan head.

You feel like an idiot for thinking all this was going to happen without any hiccups. You figured the Higher Ups would just be disapproving, but agreeable, not out right threaten Satoru and remind him of ‘duties’. Your throat goes dry every time you think about the worst case scenario: you don’t get married. You tried to tell yourself just dating would be satisfactory, but you knew deep down that wasn’t true.

Those four days before Suguru came home, you were a version of yourself you hadn’t seen in a long time. Void of enthusiasm or joy, withdrawn, depressed… When you went out in public with Satoru, you hesitated to hold his hand or show any real affection. Afraid of who might see and what that might stir up.

There was a volunteer opportunity at the school that you could have been used for, but you denied it immediately. There was no way you’d be able to go to that place right now and possibly run into those men. What if the Higher Ups saw you and then they started badgering you next?

✦ ✦ ✦

When Suguru finally arrived home, relief washed over you at the fact he was home and safe. But then dread quickly followed, knowing that the inevitable conversation was going to happen.

You all danced around the topic for hours while you allowed Suguru to get unpacked and settled back in. You got through dinner which was more tense and awkward than it needed to be. Satoru was trying to act like nothing was wrong, you stayed quiet, and Suguru awkwardly settled in the middle; between trying to keep a tepid demeanor for you while playing into Satoru’s enthusiasm.

After an uncomfortable moment of silence, Satoru planted both hands on the table and let out a dramatic breath, “Okay, let’s talk about it.”

You and Suguru make eye contact and wearily look over to Satoru, unsure of who should go first.

“I say we do whatever the fuck we want and let the rest figure itself out. They can threaten and squawk all they want, but that’s not changing what I want- what we want.” Satoru states and looks to you both, waiting for a follow up.

“I’m afraid of what this could mean for you and Suguru long term. The Higher Ups already cause you enough stress, I don’t want this to make that any worse. I’m fine for whatever makes your lives easier even if that means holding off on getting married.” You get those last words out without managing to burst into tears, like you want to.

Suguru sighs, “If we let them dictate our lives now, it’ll only get worse. But also, if we are not cautious, they could still make things worse for us.”

“Okay and that’s why I’m saying we just do what we want. They’re going to make our lives difficult anyways, so we might as well be happy in our personal lives, right?” Satoru’s eyes widened for emphasis.

“What I’m most concerned about is the whole heir situation. If you don’t have children, your clan will cease to exist, right? The Higher Ups aren’t going to let that happen. But also, I don’t really want kids. I didn’t imagine kids in our future, just us. If having children is a requirement, then I don’t know…” Your words trail off because you don’t dare finish that sentence.

“Personally, I’m indifferent about kids. What I’m definitely not going to do is have one because it’s expected of me. I have other relatives, the clan seat can fall to them if it must.”

“But are you okay with that? Is that really what you want?” You hesitantly ask, afraid of his true response.

“If it means us living the life that we want, then yes. I don’t give a fuck about the responsibilites or duties I carry as long as I have you two. Both of you.”

“We will have to tread lightly and play nice if we do get married. We can not give them another reason to threaten Satoru or I. If we’re going to win the war, we may have to give up a few battles.” Suguru begins to wrap his hair into a bun, as if he’s preparing for a fight.

“So, is that a yes?” Satoru leans toward Suguru.

“It’s a yes with conditions.” Suguru replies, then they both look at you.

“It’s a yes as long as the both of you are fine. I don’t want your lives to be any harder than they already are. I don’t want anyone challenging you or us.” Your pitiful eyes gaze up to meet theirs.

“Well, good thing you are marrying the two strongest sorcerers.” Satoru rests his head on his hand while the corners of his mouth etched into a sincere smile. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“We - all three of us - are getting married because we love each other. Nothing is going to get in the way of that. I will make sure of that. I’ll listen to those Higher Ups squabble about it until it kills them. The fact is you will both be my consorts to the Gojo clan. No one is taking my seat unless I give it away. And no one is going to fuck with my husband or wife either.”

You push your spiraling thoughts to the side to take in Satoru’s words. A promise to you and Suguru that you know he will keep. A flood of emotion washes over your face and you are standing up to make your way over to them. By the time you make your way to their side of the table, they are waiting for your embrace. Your arms tangle around each other and your emotions subside, knowing that things will work out. This is going to be easy for them, but they are the strongest after all. They’ll figure it out - you all will figure it out.

✦ ✦ ✦

Later that night, Satoru showed you and Suguru just how much he cared for you both. He made love to you and worshipped your bodies like it was his dying wish. He pulled so many orgasms from both of you, it was dizzying.

You were bent over top of Suguru with your ass in the air while Satoru switched between giving both of you head. When one of you would get close, he’d stop and redirect to the other. He did that over and over until you were begging for release.

When he was finally ready to give you both what you wanted, you were shaking with anticipation. He kept you in that same position when he finally entered you. Your moans and cries were muffled by Suguru’s lips as Satoru thrusted into you from behind. Gripping your hips like your skin was glued to his palms.

When you’d start making those needy moans, showing that you were close, he pulled out and switched to Suguru. You groaned at the emptiness of him, but were quickly electrified by watching Suguru find his pleasure beneath you.

Satoru’s thrusts were sensual and commandeering, as if he was trying to brand both of your insides with the shape of him.

You’d lost count of how many times he made you and Suguru cum, but when your final orgasms ripped through you, he finally found his release.

Before he finished, he uttered, “My beautiful mates, so perfect…” and that declaration sent him over the edge. He was inside Suguru when his release found him.

All your bodies were thoroughly rang out from pleasure. There was nothing left to give. You all settled into your favorite cuddle position to come down from that high; you in the middle and them on either side of you.

Feeling their rapid breaths hit your neck, their hearts pounding into you, and the scattered kisses that followed. You turn to kiss both of them, them stretching over to kiss the other two.

The exhaustion left no room for your brain to overthink. All you could focus on were the two men you were sandwiched between. And you wanted it that way.

There was no need to worry, things will work out because this is meant to be.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝

Master List

So sorry if this feels rushed, I feel like writing angst is not my strong suit.... so let's just choose to ignore that.

#satosugu x reader #satosugu smut #satosugu angst #satosugu fluff #jujutsu kaisen

beljude

Question what will happen if reader gets pregnant by Satosugu? Because fun fact you can have twins but, have completely different dads.

I think the twins idea is great for a 2 dads + 1 mom dynamic!

However in this series, the reader will not be getting pregnant. I have no desire to write a pregnancy trope / make them parents.