𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 938

He hated arranged marriages.

Boring, predictable, politically motivated wastes of time. You could practically see the mold growing on those proper little girls before they even opened their mouths. All wide eyes, folded hands, and repressed ambition. Fucking sheep in perfume. And he was always expected to smile, nod, and entertain them while the elders fawned over lineage and legacy.

It was always the same. He’d show up late, insult the girl in a roundabout way, and leave before dessert. Every time, he hoped they’d finally get the message—Gojo Satoru was not going to be tied down like some obedient mutt. Not by them. Not by anyone.

Except you.

But they didn’t know about you. No one did.

You were a secret. A guilty, unpolished, beautiful secret. Something he kept locked away—not because he was ashamed, no. But because the idea of anyone else laying eyes on you made him see red.

You weren’t from some big-name clan. You didn’t walk around like you belonged to anyone. You didn’t even look at him like you were supposed to. That’s what made him sick.

That’s what made him obsessed.

He hadn’t meant to become fixated. It started slow. Watching you from afar. Reading into the quiet disdain you carried like armor. But the first time you talked back? The first time your sharp little tongue challenged his authority in front of everyone?

He knew he had to break you.

He couldn’t stop thinking about your face twisted in fear.

Your voice caught in your throat.

You trying—so fucking hard—to pretend you weren’t scared of him.

It wasn’t love. He didn’t want to hold your hand. He wanted to ruin you. Corrupt you. Drag you down from that silent little tower of yours and pin you under him until there was no question of who you belonged to.

So he did.

The first time wasn’t planned. Just an empty hall, late at night, and you brushing past him like he didn’t exist. He slammed you against the wall so fast you didn’t even get to scream.

“You should watch where you’re going,” he had whispered, breath ghosting over your ear.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t plead. Just that same defiance, trembling behind your eyes.

He came in his pants that night, alone.

Now, he had you. Not in the way the clan elders would ever accept. But in a way that was raw, real, and ugly. And tonight, after yet another miserable arranged meeting, he came home to you. His real prize.

You’re waiting for him on the floor. Knees bruised, wrists bound, blindfold tight over your eyes. Just how he left you.

Just how you’re supposed to be.

His blood thrums. Hunger and hate. The humiliation of being forced to entertain another porcelain doll while the only thing he wants is kneeling at his feet like a filthy little offering.

He yanks your head back by the hair. You gasp.

“Speak.”

“Welcome home…sir.”

You hesitate just a second too long.

Smack.

Your cheek blooms red from the force of his hand.

“Again. With respect.”

“Welcome home, Master.”

He unzips his pants. Your breath catches.

“Open.”

You do. Mouth parted, obedient, trembling.

He slides in slow. Watches your throat bob as you try to adjust, helpless and perfect. He doesn’t go easy. He never does. You gag, choke—but he holds your head still, thrusting with a cruelty that’s half-punishment, half-ritual.

By the time he pulls out, spit and come coat your chin. He slaps your face again—not out of anger, but to hear the wet sound. To remind you who owns you.

“You think I give a fuck about those girls?” he sneers, grabbing your jaw. “You think I want some boring little doll when I’ve got this? This messy, pathetic little thing who knows her place?”

He drags you up by the ropes around your wrists. Forces you to stand even though your legs shake.

He walks you to the mirror.

Your reflection is ruined. Eyes swollen beneath the blindfold. Mouth wet. Thighs sticky.

“Say it,” he growls, pressing his chest to your back.

“I… I belong to you.”

“Louder.”

“I belong to you, Master.”

He chuckles against your neck. Bites your shoulder hard enough to bruise.

“Damn right you do.”

He pushes you onto the bed. Face down. Ass up. Ropes still tight.

No prep. No warning. Just pain and pressure as he slides into you with a brutal, possessive thrust.

You scream into the sheets. He moans low, head thrown back.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Like you were made for me.”

He fucks you like he’s trying to kill you. Each thrust lands deep and merciless. You try to crawl forward—he yanks you back. Fist tangled in your hair, he drags you into him again and again until you’re crying. Until you’re dripping. Until you’re nothing but noise and skin and ruin.

“You thought you were better than me, didn’t you?” he pants, slamming into you. “Thought you were too smart, too good. Little freak. Too quiet for your own damn good.”

You sob. He laughs.

“You’re nothing now. Just my little toy. My cumdump. No blind date bitch could ever take this from me.”

He pulls out. Comes all over your ass, your back. Smears it in with his hand. Marks you.

Then he flips you over, straddling your chest.

“You know what to do.”

You do. Tongue out. Mouth open. You clean him off like the obedient thing he’s trained you to be.

He watches. Smirking.

It’s not love. It’s not affection.

It’s control.

And he’ll kill anyone who tries to take you away.

Even you.

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