GOJO x Female Reader (Fluff)

"You're the only person I can't read, and I hate it."

Satoru Gojo had never admitted weakness in his entire life. The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.

Because you—you—were smirking at him like you'd just won the goddamn lottery.

"Well, well," you mused, swirling your drink. "The Great Gojo Satoru, strongest sorcerer alive, frustrated over little ol' me? I'm honored."

Gojo scowled. You were infuriating. Always had been. Ever since you were kids, you never reacted the way he expected.

Most people feared him. Others worshipped him. You? You treated him like he was just some annoying dude who happened to be overpowered.

You made him question himself. And he hated that.

So naturally, your relationship was built on pure petty rivalry.

"Don't flatter yourself, Y/N," he scoffed. "It's not admiration. It's an anomaly."

You grinned. "Sure, babe. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Don't call me babe," Gojo snapped, grabbing his drink.

"Oh? Babe, babe, babe—"

He groaned loudly.

"Do you ever shut up?"

You shrugged. "Not when I have such an easy target."

Gojo rolled his eyes but took a sip of his drink. He had no idea why he let Geto and Shoko convince him to go drinking with you of all people. But now, he was stuck at a bar in Las Vegas, bantering with his least favorite person.

TWO HOURS LATER

"…Gojo."

Your voice was low. Serious.

Gojo frowned. You were never serious. His head was buzzing from all the drinks, but the way you were staring at him—

"What?" he asked.

"…I dare you."

He blinked. "Huh?"

You leaned in, your breath warm against his ear.

"I dare you to marry me."

Silence.

The alcohol in his system made him bold.

His pride made him reckless.

And Gojo Satoru?

Never backed down from a dare.

THE NEXT MORNING

Gojo groaned.

His head was pounding. His mouth was dry. And his arm?

His arm was wrapped around someone warm.

Someone familiar.

"…No way," he muttered, voice raspy.

Slowly, cautiously, he peeled his eyes open. And when he did, he came face to face with you.

Still sleeping. Hair messy. Wearing his shirt.

And on your hand?

A wedding ring.

Gojo stared at it. Then he looked down at his own hand.

Matching ring.

"…Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me."

At that exact moment, you stirred. Your eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep. Then—

Your gaze landed on the ring.

Then on Gojo.

Then back on the ring.

"…Oh. Shit."

The neon lights of Las Vegas blurred into a dizzying haze as Y/N groaned, her head pounding like a cursed spirit had personally decided to torment her.

"What the hell happened last night?" she mumbled, rubbing her temples.

"Oh, good, you're awake!" Gojo's annoyingly chipper voice rang out.

She turned her head—and immediately regretted it. There he was, lounging on the ridiculously fancy hotel bed, sunglasses hanging off the bridge of his nose, hair in absolute disarray. But the real problem? The obnoxiously shiny wedding ring on his finger.

Y/N's heart nearly stopped. She shot up so fast that her head spun. "Gojo. Tell me that ring is a cheap souvenir and not an actual wedding band."

He smirked, lifting his hand to admire the gold glinting under the dim lights. "I mean, it's both. Souvenir and legal contract."

Y/N stared at him, then down at her own hand. A matching ring gleamed back at her.

"NO."

"YES," Gojo countered, grinning like a menace. "And before you start freaking out, just know—I'm equally horrified. I, Satoru Gojo, have been trapped in the bonds of holy matrimony. Against my will! With you!"

Y/N took a slow, deep breath, fists clenched. "You mean to tell me, we got drunk, ran off, and got legally married?"

Gojo wiggled his fingers. "I prefer 'impulsively tied together by fate in the city of sin,' but yeah, basically."

Her brain short-circuited. "We're annulling this immediately."

"Uhhh, problem." Gojo reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a stack of papers, and waved them lazily in her face. "Turns out, we didn't just say I do. We signed a contract—one that makes annulment a nightmare. Something about 'substantial proof of intent' and 'minimum marriage duration of three months.'"

Y/N snatched the papers. "Why would we sign this?!"

Gojo grinned. "Because you dared me."

She screamed into her hands. "I want to strangle you."

"Aw, Mrs. Gojo, that's not how newlyweds should act."

"Don't call me that!"

His laughter was obnoxious.

"Listen, if we just stay under the radar for three months, we can get this annulled without anyone knowing," Y/N muttered, pacing the hotel room.

Gojo, sipping from an obnoxiously large margarita, nodded. "Mmhmm. Sounds logical. Except for the part where we're both incredibly famous sorcerers and my mere presence anywhere makes headlines."

Y/N groaned. "Okay, fine. But we tell no one."

Gojo smirked. "Oh, I already told Nanami."

"GOJO!"

His laugh echoed through the room. "Relax, sweetheart. He took it well."

Meanwhile, in Tokyo…

Nanami sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he deleted Gojo's text that read:

"Guess who got married? 🎉 Bet you 10,000 yen you'll have a migraine by the end of this message. (Spoiler: It's me. To Y/N. LMAO)"

Back in Vegas, Y/N crossed her arms. "If I'm stuck with you for three months, we need ground rules."

"Rules are for people who aren't madly in love," Gojo teased, dramatically placing a hand over his heart.

"Rule #1: No public displays of affection."

"Boo."

"Rule #2: No sleeping in the same bed."

"Fine, but I'm taking the big bed."

"Rule #3: If anyone finds out, we deny everything."

Gojo smirked. "That's gonna be hard when I introduce you as my lovely wife."

Y/N grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him.

He dodged effortlessly. "Aww, my little newlywed is feisty."

Y/N was about to kill him. And somehow, she had to survive three months of this.

The first morning of their accidental marriage, Y/N woke up to find Gojo sitting cross-legged on the hotel bed, scrolling through his phone like nothing was wrong. Except he was shirtless, grinning at her like a cat who just knocked a vase off the table.

"Morning, Mrs. Gojo."

She threw a pillow at his face.

"Oof! Wow, already starting with domestic violence? And here I thought the honeymoon phase would last at least a week." He dramatically clutched his chest, pretending to be wounded.

"Don't call me that!"

"What? Mrs. Gojo? My beloved? The light of my life? My—"

She grabbed the nearest object (a mini hotel shampoo bottle) and aimed for his head. He dodged, laughing as he rolled off the bed.

Week One: Chaos Unleashed

Y/N quickly learned that being married to Gojo was like babysitting a six-foot-tall toddler with godlike powers. He wouldn't stop introducing her as his wife to random people, including the barista at their usual café.

"Make it two, my wife and I will share," Gojo said smoothly.

Y/N, dead inside, corrected, "I have no relation to this man."

The barista giggled. "Newlyweds are so cute."

Gojo smirked. "Aren't we?"

Y/N stomped on his foot under the counter.

Week Two: The Great Apartment Debate

"We're not living together."

"But wifey—"

"I swear to god, Gojo, I will annul this marriage myself."

Yet, somehow, he was constantly in her apartment. One day, she came home and found him lying on her couch, watching TV like he paid rent.

"Get out."

"But I brought dinner!" He held up a takeout bag. "Come on, dinner with your husband sounds nice, doesn't it?"

"You mean my temporary husband?"

He grinned, patting the seat next to him. "For now, maybe. But what if I woo you, huh? What if by the end of this, you want to stay married?"

Y/N stared at him. Then she grabbed the takeout bag and slammed the door in his face.

Week Three: Mission Sabotage

Y/N was on an important mission when suddenly her comm buzzed. Gojo Satoru is calling.

She sighed and answered. "I'm busy."

"You forgot your lunch at home. I'm outside."

Y/N froze. "You're what?"

"I'm outside~" he sang. "Being the best husband ever. You should reward me with a kiss."

She hung up.

He still found her anyway. On the mission.

Nanami, watching Gojo hand Y/N a neatly packed bento box in the middle of a battlefield, sighed. "I am not paid enough for this."

Week Four: Accidental Domesticity

Gojo started showing up in her apartment with groceries.

"What are you doing?"

"Cooking for my lovely wife."

"You can't cook."

"I can learn!"

Ten minutes later, the kitchen was on fire.

Y/N called the fire department while Gojo stood there, holding a spatula and saying, "Okay, but in my defense, I thought butter was the same as oil."

The second month of their accidental marriage began with Y/N realizing that Gojo was getting way too comfortable.

And, worse, so was she.

It happened at a Jujutsu event, where Gojo, as always, attracted too much attention. Some random female sorcerer was practically draped over him, giggling at his every word.

"Satoru, you're just so charming. I don't believe you're really married~"

Gojo smirked, about to say something, when Y/N—completely against her better judgment—grabbed his wrist, spun him around, and shoved him against the nearest door.

Everyone stared. Even Gojo blinked in shock.

Then she kissed him. Hard.

A low hum of satisfaction rumbled from his throat as his hands found her waist, pulling her closer. The room went silent.

She pulled away, breathless, glaring at the girl who had been flirting with him. "Believe it now?"

Gojo's grin was slow, predatory. "Damn, wifey. If you wanted me that bad, you just had to say so."

She slapped his chest and stormed off. He followed, laughing the whole way.

They sat on her couch later that night, both pretending the kiss hadn't shaken them to the core.

"You didn't have to go that hard, y'know," Gojo teased, stretching out lazily. "Or maybe… you liked it?"

Y/N shoved a pillow in his face. "Shut up."

He pulled the pillow down, his eyes more serious than usual. "But, really… why'd you do it?"

She hesitated, then shrugged. "Because I was sick of seeing some random girl all over you."

A slow grin spread across his lips. "So… you were jealous."

She looked away. "Maybe."

Gojo leaned in, voice softer. "Y/N."

She turned back to face him, only to find his face mere inches from hers. His expression was unreadable. For once, he wasn't laughing or teasing.

"You're the only person I can't read," he murmured. "And I hate it."

Her breath hitched. "Good. Keeps you on your toes."

His fingers brushed her cheek. "And what if I want to know everything about you?"

Her heart pounded, but instead of answering, she stood up abruptly. "I'm going to bed. You can sleep on the couch."

He let her go, but as she walked away, she heard him whisper, "You liked the kiss."

And, annoyingly, she had no comeback.

A Marriage That Wasn't So Fake Anymore

By the end of the second month, Y/N realized two things:

Gojo Satoru was impossible to ignore.

And maybe… just maybe… she didn't want to anymore.

The tension between them had been simmering for weeks. Stolen glances. Accidental touches that lingered a little too long. Words left unsaid. And after the jealousy incident, things had only gotten worse—or better, depending on how one looked at it.

Gojo was insufferable.

Smirking at her when she got flustered. Leaning in too close when he spoke. Finding excuses to touch her, whether it was brushing his fingers along her wrist when handing her a cup of coffee or tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Tonight, though, he was being downright dangerous.

They were in the kitchen, the space between them impossibly small. Gojo had backed her against the counter, his hands bracing on either side of her.

"You've been avoiding me," he murmured, his voice lower than usual.

She scoffed. "I live with you. How am I avoiding you?"

His eyes gleamed behind his blindfold as he leaned in, breath warm against her cheek. "You know how."

She swallowed hard. The air was too thick, charged with something electric.

"Satoru—"

"Say my name like that again."

Her fingers curled against the counter, her body betraying her. "Like what?"

He grinned, tilting his head. "Like you want me."

A sharp inhale. Then, before she could stop herself, she fisted the front of his shirt and pulled him in. Their lips collided in a kiss that was nothing like the one at the event—this was desperate, raw, months of pent-up tension spilling over. His hands moved to her waist, gripping tight, pulling her flush against him.

They barely made it out of the kitchen before Gojo pinned her against the bedroom door.

The night blurred into soft gasps and tangled sheets, into fingers tracing skin like they were memorizing every inch. His laughter, usually teasing, was softer now, more breathless, laced with something more intense.

By the time the sun rose, Gojo was still beside her, his arm draped lazily over her waist, his breathing even.

She traced a finger along his jaw. He caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll never let you leave this bed."

She rolled her eyes but didn't pull away. "Shut up."

He grinned, brushing his nose against hers. "Admit it. You love me."

She smirked, lips grazing his. "Maybe."

Gojo laughed, but his next words were quiet, sincere. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go."

And just like that, their marriage was no longer an accident.