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