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Arranged marriage.
A concept so familiar for Naoya Zenin, it happens everywhere around him. Thus, when his father had brought the news for his arranged marriage with a woman from a smaller, neighboring clan, he was not surprised.
A woman should devote her whole life to her husband, this is the bare minimum for Naoya, he will never settle for anything less. There is no need for a woman to be strong, smart, nor ambitious. What Naoya needs is simply a woman who will fully be in his beck and call.
Neither side of the family wasted any time for the marriage, it all happened so fast. Besides the soft smile always present on your pretty face as you sat next to your father throughout the meeting, Naoya has no information about you. Yet, that was enough to melt his ice cold heart.
Your face was enough to get people turning their heads in the streets and the curves of your body placed perfectly, befitting to bear the next Zenin heir. From how you were acting, you seemingly looked like a woman who knows their place. All of this checks out for Naoya’s standard for a wife.
It was a common recurrence for him to bring you to Zenin clan meetings, you were expected to brew and serve tea for everyone before sitting right next to him.
Walking down the traditional Japanese house of the Zenin clan, Naoya’s head was held high, authority in his steps as he led you forward. Exactly three steps behind, your head was held in a courtesy, steps a lot softer compared to your husband.
Naoya slammed the door of the meeting room open, his father and cousins already awaiting his presence. “Naoya, you are late! ”
Your husband didn’t bat an eyelash, he simply chose to sit down next to his father in silence.
As you enter the room, draped in a beautiful kimono, the colors match your skin perfectly. Your hair and makeup has been styled according to Naoya’s taste, elegantly and just enough to show off your natural beauty. You are a breath of fresh air in the stuffy meeting room.
You sat right next to Naoya, like how you should, with an unfaltering soft smile. The exact same smile you had when you first met him. However, the men in the room did not notice as they simply started talking amongst themselves, you had no problem with that.
A maid entered the room with a tray of tea set in her hands, placing it down on the tatami floor before walking out of the room. Naoya didn’t even get the chance to turn your way, you were already up on your feet, serving the tea to all of the Zenin elites.
Of course, Naoya deserves the first serving.
All of the other elites finally spared you the attention, they watched how you gracefully served the tea for them one by one. Nasty, envious glare was shot at Naoya’s way, showering him with pride. A triumph smile spread across his face.
Finishing your duty, you calmly sat back down next to Naoya. Then the meeting commenced. You don't speak unless you're spoken to by Naobito. Speaking to you was like speaking to an angel, a voice so melodic it was captivating. You were attentive, the moment Naoya’s cup was close to empty, you lifted the teapot to pour him some more.
Happiness was blooming inside of Naoya’s chest, it seems you chose to shut your mouth this time.
“Ah, pardon me, gentlemen, but it seems there’s a misunderstanding.”
Naoya spoke too soon.
It was your first time talking without being spoken to, all attention turned towards you. To everyone’s surprise, you just started, you chimed in with your own knowledge regarding the discussion of Jujutsu Tech ’s decision on not executing Itadori Yuuji immediately.
“ Gojo-san has stepped in to reach the best possible outcome. ”
In an instant, the air in the room dropped and the tension seemed to thicken. Some of the elites of the Zenin clan couldn’t seem to take their eyes off of you due to their surprise. They did not expect for you to have any information about the execution of the first year student at Jujutsu Tech.
Naoya, however, did not take your choice of action well. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed in a straight line. It was noticeable how hard he was clenching his fist from how pale his hands were getting. Every wonderful thought he had before has vanished, he was fuming from your lack of manner. Maybe, there was a slight jealousy from hearing the name Gojo Satoru fall from your lips.
After creating a shocking act, you were quick to close your mouth. You did not feel like you did anything wrong, all you did was speak out about what you know was right. The sound of tea pouring down into Naobito’s cup broke the silence. You were back to the ideal wife.
The night was ruined for Naoya, it would just get even worse from here on out. You were perfect and you had to ruin it by opening your mouth. Elegant, mannerly, silent. Naoya can’t fathom where you got the idea you are allowed to talk to his family without being spoken to. Now, everytime you seem to hear something wrong - according to you - you can't stop yourself from speaking your mind. The action just created a much thicker air in the room.
Thankfully, the attention slowly shifted away from you, despite how many times you chimed in, the Zenin elites decided your words were nothing but a noise. They do not heed to anything you say, you were simply a Zenin’s wife after all. You do not have a voice.
While the other Zenin had the luxury to ignore you, Naoya was at his breaking point. You were his wife, your mannerism bears the status of how good of a leader he is. You were his and you should comply with his standards of a lady. His criteria are sacred. Yet you seem to fail his expectation over and over again.
Chuckles could be heard from some of the elites, seeing how Naoya’s blood boils from seeing your action. His emotions clear as day on his face. This fact just adds more fuel to the fire.
Elegant, kind, attentive, but….witty.
That’s not good. Naoya does not need an intelligent wife. All you have to do is be pretty and serve him to the fullest, not embarrass him in front of the other clan elites. If you were to bear a son to be his heir, then you would be perfect.
You were far from perfect, Naoya and needed to step up.
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Your body bounced on the fluff of your bed after Naoya had thrown you harshly. What did you do wrong? You were confused and you knew Naoya noticed. Ever since the both of you stepped out of the room, Naoya seems to be outraged yet you never found out why.
The voice in the back of your head said it was all your fault. Yet, you weren’t too sure. What ever did you do to ignite the fury of your husband?
Naoya climbed on top of you, his larger body caging your body under him. The sheer mass of him was enough to hold you down on the bed. Not giving you any time to ask, Naoya crashed his lips onto yours, capturing it in a harsh kiss. He could feel your hand pushing against his chest, trying to pry him away. Not even a minute and you were already out of breath…
For him, the action was a rejection, he will not tolerate that tonight. Grabbing your wrists in a tight grip, he broke the kiss to hold your hands above your head. Making you feel exposed.
While his right hand held yours down, his left worked to pull apart your obi and let the collar of your kimono fall down. He could see you struggle under him, trying to pull away, irking him, why wouldn’t you just stay still?! He pushed your body down, his chest on yours, making you unable to move a muscle.
Naoya leaned towards your neck, nipping and sucking harshly, like he wanted you to feel how much it hurts. A blueish purple mark slowly appeared on your skin, in a place hard to hide from the world. Slowly, his lips moved down before stopping on the valley of your breast.
Vulnerable under his control as Naoya had made every single limb of your body immovable. Struggling to even take in a breath of air, you could feel your body slowly becoming hotter and hotter as you feel a deep need inside your core.
“ U-uhn, Naoya~ ” Such angelic sounds were teasing Naoya’s ears, striking straight through his groin.
He needs more. Raising his knee to your core, the slick made his slacks wet. You jumped at the sudden touch, pleasure running through your whole body.
Naoya’s fingers traced down your soft skin, teasing around your inner thigh before sneaking his thumb under the elastics of your panties. A spot of wetness was visible in the center. He chuckled, just by a simple kiss and a little teasing you were already under his control. “ You’re so wet, darling .”
His tone was teasing as his fingers pushed your panties to the side, exposing your privates to him. Wasting no time to push his thick digit into you. So tight…
If it was this tight with only his finger, emphasis on one finger , he can’t fathom how delicious it is when he finally pushes his cock inside of you. He couldn’t care less if you’re in pain because how big he was, he will make it fit .
The tip of his finger graced what seemed to be your g-spot, moving quickly while focusing on that one spot that makes you crazy. Every energy you thought you have is slowly disappearing as your legs shake from Naoya’s action.
“You probably can't reach this place with your little fingers, huh?” His voice condescending, “Don’t worry, your husband’s here to help.”
“ N-Nooo~! ” It was hard to contain the moans coming out of your lips. For more than twenty years of living, you were not a stranger to pleasure. However, Naoya always seems to be able to take you to higher in the clouds, simply a place you have never reached before.
Knowing your weakest point, your juices were slowly running down his finger. He took the signal to push in another digit inside your pussy as his finger worked faster, something you never thought was possible. Your back instantly arched and your hands clenched the sheets underneath, going chest to chest with Naoya’s broader body. “S-Stop! Naoya~!”
Your pleas fell into deaf ears, instead, Naoya was doing the opposite of what you asked for. Your whole body shook and the moans, the call for his name was like a prayer. It was as if he was your God, he was everything that could salvage you. His thumb circled your clit, earning a louder moan out of you.
The way your insides hugged and clamped down on his finger was suffocating, you were at the edge. Naoya knew and he didn’t falter, only going faster until you could finally reach your peak. Your first orgasm for that night sucked every single energy out of your body, you came and you came hard.
Naoya pulled out his fingers as you gasped for breath, your juices intertwining between his fingers. Shifting his attention to the mess that you are, sweat, tears, and saliva all mixing together and dripping down the side of your neck. You were disgusting but for Naoya, your current state was a masterpiece. An art he created.
“Oy,” He patted your cheek to call for your attention. Still in between breaths, it took everything in you to just shift your attention to your cunning husband. Before you could say anything, Naoya had pushed his fingers inside. “ Suck. ”
There was a nauseous sweetness, making you unintentionally cringe and wanted to pull away. Not really wanting to play along with Naoya’s antics when you were currently exhausted.
“Ack-!” You choked when Naoya had pushed his fingers further down your throat. There was a dark shadow looming on his face, blatantly unsatisfied with your reaction.
“ I said suck. ”
Naoya was not a patient man, it was public knowledge. However, it is rarely directed towards you but when it does, it is terrifying. Reluctantly, you started to suck, trying your hardest to not taste your own juices.
SMACK.
A hard slap landed on your cheek. “Suck it like you mean it, bitch.”
Your eyes widened in shock, from both the slap and the condescending words he used. Out of fear, you decided to comply. Sucking his fingers clean. Peeking from under your lashes, you could see Naoya’s satisfied face and relief washed over you.
Too focused on cleaning his finger, you failed to notice how his other hand moved lower towards your clit. Your lips closed around his fingers, holding in the pleasure you're suddenly feeling. Not because you’re embarrassed but more to keep yourself sane.
Naoya pulled out his cock out of the confines of his pants. Without any further preparation, he pushes himself into you, down to the hilt. The tightness of your pussy hugging his cock made him groan as he drowned in pleasure. “ Ugh, shit. ”
You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, the afterglow still in full effect and suddenly feeling so full. “ N-Nyao~! ”
He didn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, Naoya’s hips began to piston. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom.
Your brain feels like it has melted into a gooey mess, unable to comprehend any coherent thought. All you know right now, is the pleasure Naoya had allowed you to feel. A pleasurable feeling so strong and too much in one instance, your body instinctively felt it needed to ground itself. The action resulted in wrapping your legs around Naoya’s thin waist.
Too much, too much! You need Naoya to stop, to give you some time to breathe. With what energy you could extrude, you held Naoya down, stopping him from moving. Trying to give your body a much needed time to calm the fuck down .
However, the effort was useless, Naoya flipped you over with ease. Pushing your face down onto the sheets, pulling you ass up, he once again has full control over your body. Ah, you hated how he abuses his cursed technique to manhandle you in bed.
Naoya continued his relentless pace, hand reaching down to fondle your nipple, giving you an added stimulation you definitely didn’t need. With the position you are in now, all you could do was accept everything Naoya is doing to you…
Your lungs felt like it was burning, you needed air. With your mouth agape, your saliva was slowly dripping down your chin and down onto the bed but you didn’t care. You have drowned too far into pleasure to care for anything else, you will deal with the dirty bedsheet tomorrow in the laundry.
“ Naoya, don’t stop-! O-Oh God! ” Your vocabulary has shrunk so low, all you could utter was his name with some curse words in between moans.
Suddenly, Naoya stopped, he let his cock buried deep inside you, feeling how the muscles around it twitched. You tried to move, missing the pleasure you had seconds before. The action making Naoya burst into laughter, you were fucking pathetic . It was embarrassing.
He pulled out and flopped down into the mountain on pillows on the bed. He could see your insides clenching around nothing, wanting to clench against something. Unable to contain himself, he gave your supple ass a hard slap.
“ Ngh! ” You groaned.
“Come.” Naoya ordered.
Slowly, you raised and turned towards Naoya, who simply patted his lap, ushering you to sit on it. You did. And you could feel his cock twitching against the skin of your tummy. How it stands so high, reaching your belly button. It was a mystery how you were able to take everything in.
Naoya planted a soft kiss on your ear and whispered. “ There’s no God here, dear, ” He licked the shell of your ear and you turned away, trying to distance yourself from him but he was not letting you. “ Tonight, I am your God, and you will serve me as such .”
He forces you to see him eye to eye, there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. His hand reached to grip your hand and pushed your face down to his dick.
The masculine aroma radiating made you dizzy and your pussy twitching. Shyly, you stuck your tongue out and started licking the vein around his cock. Instinctively doing it without having to be told. The sweet salty taste, a mix of your juice and his pre-cum was intoxicating.
Slowly, you pushed the head inside, not forgetting to lick the under part to give an extra stimulation. Naoya threw his head back when he felt the warm sensation of your mouth wrap around his cock. You tried to push more and more inside your small mouth, the rest you pumped with your hand.
Naoya’s grip on your hair helps guide you up and down his cock. A few times you could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat, making tears fall from your eyes.
You tried to relax your gag reflex, trying to take even breaths but it was getting harder and harder as Naoya’s movement was becoming rough. His hips were starting to hump against your face.
You had gagged a few times already and you found it impossible to breathe, your hand gripped on his thigh. A part of you hoped Naoya had realized your need to breathe. However, when you peeked under your wet lashes, all you saw was malice.
The last thrust hit the back of your throat and Naoya came deep inside your mouth. It was thick and bitter, it felt suffocating. Naoya couldn’t care less how you felt, he held your head still as he reached his high. Forcing you to take everything.
With your mouth full and Naoya wasn’t done, the rest of his cum was aimed at your face and hair. The pearly white framing your beautiful face nicely. Ragged breath fell out of Naoya’s lips as his cock slowly went limp. His thumb and finger squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open.
“Taste it before swallowing.” was his order. You sloshed his thick cum around your mouth, making sure every single part of your mouth has tasted his seeds before swallowing it down in one gulp.
Naoya was proud, it was apparent on the Zenin heir’s face.
“Good girl.” Naoya pushed you on the bed, back to the initial doggy style. “Now, spread your pussy and beg for me.”
You turned towards him, face messy with a mixture of your tears and his cum dripping down. Naoya could see the clear confusion on your face but all he did was raise an eyebrow as if asking ‘well?’
You dropped your face down onto the bed, hand moving back to reach for your pussy and spread it open, submitting yourself fully to him. “N-Naoya, please fuck me…”
The action gave a direct stimulation to Naoya’s cock as it sprung to live, instantly hardened. He got up from his position and lined his cock against your pussy.
“What a smart little wife,” Naoya squeezed your ass, admiring the beauty of your body. “ But I don’t need a smart wife.”
The head of his cock slowly pushed in, feeling the tightness of your pussy pushing him out but he relented. Different from before, Naoya thrusted agonizingly slowly. Drowned in lust, you wanted nothing more than to push his cock into your pussy. However, the grip he has on your waist was hard, keeping you still, unable to move. There was a sense of deja vu , vulnerable under his control.
“ I don’t need you yapping at clan meetings, ” A slap landed on your ass, earning a moan. “ I just need you dumb and pretty for me, ” Another slap, your skin slowly turning red in the shape of Naoya’s palm. “ You’ll do that for me, won’t you, my dear wife? ”
You were able to picture the moment from the meeting hours before, where you inserted yourself in the conversation of the Zenin elites. Confusion now apparent on your face, all you did was correct a mistake. As someone who values righteousness, despite marrying someone who seemingly had lost their mind like Naoya, you stuck with your principle.
“No.” The answer was stern. At least, as stern as you manage it to be with how much the desire inside you is slowly taking control. “ I won’t tolerate that. ”
Naoya raised an eyebrow. He had expected a denial from you but that doesn’t mean he likes it. “Then take care of your lust yourself.”
Naoya stepped off of the bed, walking towards the other side of the room as he picked up his clothes and put them on. Smoothing it down to seem more presentable before sitting down in front of the mirror. Reaching for the hairbrush, he started brushing through his ombre strands. The action seemed so normal, as if nothing had happened.
You, on the other hand? All you could do was stare at your husband in disbelief, still in your exposed state. You sat up, mouth agape, still not believing your eyes as Naoya was getting ready for bed. No exchange words as Naoya went through his night routine while your lust and desire was slowly rising by the second. The feeling deep in your core was becoming uncomfortable, you needed your release.
Naoya saw your silence and knew how you were in a dilemma. Two sides of yourself fighting against each other. Whether to stick with your so-called principles, be in places you weren’t supposed to or give into the pleasure but to lose every single right you have and be under his control for the rest of your life.
The Zenin heir would make sure you are unable to reach your peak without him. You are in his kingdom, under his power, there is only one choice for you. Submit to the King.
Reaching for the door, he could hear the shuffling of sheets. When he turned, you were already on your knees on the bed, one hand extended, trying to reach out to him. As your gaze met, Naoya waited for you to make a move.
But… you stayed still.
Naoya scoffed, what a stubborn woman you are.
Deciding his wife’s desire was no longer his problem, Naoya held the handle of the door. “I will be sleeping in another room, I will send a maid to accompany you to make sure you do not try anything .”
You knew what he meant. The maid was not going to be there to accompany you, they were there to restrain you from giving into your desires.
Panic began to arise, like a tsunami washing over a city. Your principle was the high-rise building and it was struck down in one swift motion. Your feet tangled in the sheet as you attempted to reach out for Naoya, falling onto the cold hard floor. The pain did not bother you, you didn’t even notice it. All you cared for was to reach Naoya before he was out of the room. You managed to grip the hem of his pants.
Seeing you bent over on the floor, hand trembling while holding his pants, a wicked smile spread across his face. Ah, it seems your lust has taken over your principle.
“What’s wrong, dear wife? ” His tone mocking.
You crawled on the wooden floor, grip still tight on Naoya’s pants, scared that if you let go he will disappear. However, when you are on his feet, you let go and place your palms neatly together, bowing your head deep as if you are facing a divine being.
“ I b-begged you, please do not leave me in the dark, Naoya-sama ,” Your voice was shaking, it was as if you were going to cry. “ I will obey, I will throw away everything I know to serve you, Naoya-sama .”
Oh, how low you’ve become.
Naoya squatted down in front of you, his palm cupping your cheek to raise your head, meeting his gaze. It was clear as day how messed up you were, tears were running down your face, washing out the dried cum he had let out before.
Pulling you in, Naoya placed a soft kiss on your forehead, the action so romantic and full of love despite the situation. Warmth, happiness, and relief washed over you.
“ Present yourself. ”
Not wasting any time, you walked back towards the bed, sitting on the edge. Spreading your legs for him without a second thought. There was truth behind your words, you really threw everything away. Here, Naoya knew you were fully under his control, he could dominate every single aspect of your life without exception.
Dropping his clothes to the floor, Naoya once again lined up his cock to your vagina. “If I saw you act out even once , you can kiss your future orgasms goodbye."
You nodded, understanding. “I promise, I will not act out.”
Satisfied, Naoya slowly pushed in, enjoying the warmth of your core wrapping around him was delicious. It would be a lie to say Naoya wasn’t looking forward to this.
“ Aaahn~ M-More, Naoya~!” Your moans sound even more angelic after Naoya has molded you into a divine wife.
Feeling his hips against yours, the two of you was finally together, with nothing in between. You felt full and complete. Arms wrapping themselves around Naoya’s neck, you could feel his hips beginning to thrust, slowly but then raising the pace. Your edged orgasm made you sensitive, with just a few thrusts you could feel yourself nearing your peak.
When Naoya's hips began to piston, your working brain had malfunctioned once again. It was a mystery how he managed to hit every right spot inside of you with the speed he was moving. Apparently Naoya was not called the fastest for no reason.
Usually, you would refrain yourself from leaving any marks on Naoya’s body but you had submitted yourself fully and the pleasure was just unbearable, your nails dug on his back. Long red scratch marks run down Naoya’s broad back.
While it was preferred by Naoya for you to not leave any marks, to seem perfect every single time in front of his family and other shamans. Tonight was different, the marks you left tonight was a medal, a carved victory of how he had you fully submitted.
The additional pain from your scratches was an extra stimulus for him. The way your warmth hugged around him, the scratches, the moans, everything. Naoya was addicted. He could spend the rest of his life enjoying it without feeling tired. There was no telling since when Naoya had been crazy for you.
Naoya's head fell beside you, whole body shaking, he was also reaching the end.
The groans and ragged breath was right by your ear, your husband was so sexy.
“ I’m close- ” You managed to croaked out and Naoya quickened his pace, making sure to hit your most pleasurable spot. The knot inside your belly was closed to snapping, the peak he had taken away from you before was given to you now.
Naoya shivered when you reached your orgasm, the way the muscles of your vagina tightened around him made it hard for him to move. Forcing every single bit in him to push himself to the deepest part of you, Naoya cummed for the second time that night but deep, deep, deep inside of you.
Your limbs lost all of its strength and you let it fall to the bed, just beside your head. You took deep breaths, trying to steady yourself. The clan meeting and the intense heated session with Naoya tonight had drained you. The darkness of sleep felt so nice, welcoming you with open arms and you had accepted them easily.
Naoya slowly pulled himself out and you were already fast asleep. The cum he had released was slowly dripping out and down. He wasn’t really concerned with it tonight. His main focus was clear and it wasn’t to make you conceive an heir, it was to fix your attitude and make you obey him.
It had been a success, Naoya had managed to create you into a perfect wife you were destined to be. Naive, quiet, and submissive. Just perfectly, divine.