Thinking about Gojo Satoru hate fucking you because he's just so angry— angry at the elders for forcing him into this arranged marriage with you.

He barely knows you, all he's sure of is that you're some meek goody-two-shoes daughter of a noble clan that just wants to do her duty. You never talk back to the elders in every meeting you've attended, willingly giving yourself into the Gojo clan. He hates it so much he thinks about it whenever he forces your body back into the headboard when he's thrusting into you. He hates that you refuse to deny him too, because providing the Gojo clan an heir is part of your duty. You're always ready to spread your legs whenever he asks just because of the title he has as your husband. He wants to see some fight in you but you're just too damn obedient that he brings you to edge each time waiting for you to say no. You're already sobbing the pillowcase wet, ass red with his handprints, wrists and hips bruising from his grip when he thinks he hears you say "Satoru, stop;" he's elated. you've never went out of line, never denied your duty before.

"Mstop, 'toru too m-much"

Fuck, it makes him hard all over again that he flips you onto your back just so he can see how messed up your face is. He wants to know his life isn't the only one the elders ruined, he wants to see you hate them too because it's their fault he's doing this to you. Your knees are bent to your chest and the sweat from his forehead falls on your cock-drunk features. You've been at your limit two orgasms ago.

"You wanted this— wanted to be bred, didn't you?" He grabs your cheeks with the hand not pushing your thighs down, pressing his fingers together so your mouth purses at him. "So why ya' cryin', huh? Open up like the obedient slut you are."

Mind in a haze, you follow his words opening your mouth and whining when his pace falters so he could watch his spit fall from his lips and slide down your tongue.

You love him. He knows that. It's beyond just your duty, you'd do anything for him. But he doesn't love you; not until he's made you hate the elders just as much as he does. Not until the elders' faces pale in the next clan meeting when you finally speak against them with him. Not until he sees the slap in your dear daddy's face for selling you, his dutiful daughter, out to the Gojo clan to be the heir's little rebel.

They choose you because they thought you could coax Satoru into his place; a girl they know he would like, but they were wrong to think Gojo would not dare to corrupt you— because he absolutely adores corrupting you.

So when you've finally came the fifth time that night, he throws your limp legs over his shoulders and wipes your tears away with a thumb.

"Sweetheart, we're not done just yet~."

bye luvs....