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expectations

summary: as naoyas wife, there are expectations to uphold, duties to carry out - to bear a healthy heir to carry on his name. but first, naoya must break you, over and over.

warnings: explicit smut, dom! husband naoya, sexism, creampie, non con, impregnation, virginity loss, degradation, corruption, abuse, praise

(veryyyyyy long)

Naoya Zen’in.

It was no secret of this mans nature and immorality, nor of the power he holds. Whispers travelled, and rumors spread, most of it all true. Wicked, he was, and yet, here you were, legs spread far and wide, like the good little bitch that you are. He had barely touched you, but somehow, you’d become undone in a matter of seconds. The sight of your face, flushed, and chest slightly heaving had spurred him on, feeding into his ego as he took great pleasure in it all.

Such an obedient pup.

“Naoya..” There was hesitation in your voice, nerves firing off the longer he stared at the women beneath him, his body caging your frame against the sheets of the bed. But you did not meet his gaze, too afraid to raise your head and defy the man before you.

You had known of his cruelty, his distrust and avoidance of women. You had no idea what he felt or thought of you, not now and certainly not since the moment you were taken to the Zen’in to become his wife. The title of it all has become a burden, far too late for you to have finally realized, until this very moment. Now you understand why no women would ever touch this man.

He doesn’t say a word, but his eyes and hands tell you exactly what is happening and what will happen tonight.

but it’s too soon.

“Please,” You beg, but for what? It was inevitable. Naoya does not stop, in fact, your little plea only seems to be have him working quicker. The material that wrapped your body is suddenly pulled away, exposing you before him. His eyes drink in your figure, to the way your breasts and stomach contract with every sharp breathe you take. Naoya smiles to himself, that predatory gaze of his locked onto what he has desired for far too long.

“This.” He breathes. He places a hand upon your stomach, rubbing the soft skin slow and steady. The feeling of him has you jolt beneath him, your eyes fixed to the way his hand kneads the flesh beneath his palm. The way you shake like a frightened deer has Naoya already licking his lips. He is enjoying this far more than he expected.

“Belongs to me.” Naoya says. His eyes have never left your face, studying the way your nose crinkles and eyes flutter. And he muses himself, lifting your chin up with his free hand. Your eyes look anywhere but at him, until his vice grip forces you to meet his gaze.

“For the Zen’ins prosperity.”

He pulls away. He has been too kind already, allowing you to speak before he has permitted you, to look at his face. So be good for him, let him take care of it all. You just have to lay there and look pretty for him.

His arms hoist you up, just enough for him to pull any remaining clothe from your body. The cool air hits your exposed parts, and you shy away, vulnerable to the naked eye of Naoya as he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

You are his wife from today on, there was no need for you to hide yourself. You must know that, or he will have to drill it into that dumb little head of yours. But in the back of his mind, there is a small hope that you will fight back, to disobey him. He likes the thought of breaking you, over and over again until you are nothing but a breeded whore, stuffed full and fucked so stupid that the only thing you will think about is him and him only.

“I am not ready for this.” You voice has his eyes trained back to your face, now staring back at him. His lips pull back into a thin, tight line, his chest now puffed out. Naoya doesn’t care, nor does he entertain the idea of going at a womens pace. You did not make the decisions, if Naoya moves, then so will you. You were meant to follow as he leads, not the other way around.

“Spread your legs or I will take you from behind until you bleed.”

Naoyas threat could be empty, but when has any of his threats before ever been? You’re afraid, scared of this man and how quickly he could make all of this less enjoyable for you. So like the good wife you are, you try. You try to lay still on your back, you try to open your legs wider than before, you really try, you do.

Naoya doesn’t ignore the subtle way your legs shake, fighting that little brain of yours that must be telling you to scream, cry, and run but you know better, don’t you. So he smiles.

“good girl.”

“my good girl.”

He stands from the bed, stretching to his true form as he strips away his clothes. His body is firm, solid from the physical work and training he has accumulated from over the years, and yet despite it all, his skin remained unscathed. You can’t help but allow yourself to drink in the sight. Although your husband is a cold, cold man, you could not deny that he was attractive. And if only the circumstances were different, maybe you may dare to say you could love him. maybe one day, right?

“Come.” He commanded. You lay still, processing his words before slowly crawling to the edge of the bed, until you sat before him, legs tucked under and hands folded across your lap, like you had been trained to do. Naoya liked it so much how compliant you were. Yes, you had moments where you spoke out and disobeyed him, but so far they were only few. After all, he had all the time in the world to mold and shape you as his women. One day, you will thank him for it all.

“Suck.” was all he said as you sat there, dumbfounded. Naoya stood before you, still covered below, surely he didn’t mean that, right?

“But-”

The room is suddenly blurry and your vision of Naoya is shaky. A hand cups your cheek, the cool palm soothing the burning sting. But in no way was it comforting, not with the way its grip tightens more and more, that you worry your jaw will break.

“Look at me.” And you do, through the tears as you choke back quiet sobs.

“Let this be a lesson, should I ever remind you again.” He hisses before letting you go. You sniffle, rubbing your face as your gaze drops to the floor, now looking at his bare feet, where a small particle of clothing lay still, bunched beneath him.

“I will not ask again.” His voice has your body shaking, every nerve screaming for you to not move but you disobey it just to obey him. You know what will come after if you don’t listen. Naoya was not above using his strength to get what he wants, and if that meant pushing you around, then so be it. Besides, he hardly hit you. Be thankful that he slapped you with an open palm and not a closed fist.

You scoot closer, and with shaky hands, you begin stroking his cock. The head had already leaked precum, and you could smell it from here. The musk of his cock was powerful, but thankfully not revolting. If a man had a true smell, it would be Naoya. With a good couple of pumps from your hand, you bring yourself to open your mouth, hesitantly licking the tip, tasting what you would learn to eventually love.

Naoya knows that you are not experienced, his father made sure of it. To have a women, pure and untainted was a blessing, but still, he has no exceptions for you. He has expectations, and you must fill your role if you are going to truly become his wife. But for now, he will show you some mercy.

“I will guide you.” He watches as your expression shifts through different phases. It’s so pleasant to see how confused you must feel. It was only a moment ago that he striked you down, and now here he was, speaking to you in a low voice with firm hand running through your soft hair. He just wanted his dear wife to know her place, and know it well.

You can feel the way his fingers play with your hair, the way his grip tightens when you take him in further. But it’s when you have figured out to breath through your nose and finally bottom out on him, taking his entire girth, that there is pride swelling in your chest. His moans are quiet, breathy but it’s loud enough for you to hear. And it’s all so sick. With the way your legs rub together, like they have a mind of their own and you can feel the slick between your folds dampen the bed beneath you. This traitorous body of yours.

“So good for me.” He hums, his eyes briefly closed before fluttering open and looking down to the women kneeling before him. It’s a sight any man desires, and he feels proud that you are the woman he will forever bed, and bred.

“Lay.” He says, the command in his voice prompting you to pull your lips off him with a pop. Just when you were getting used to the ache in your jaw, and the thickness of his cock, Naoya has you sitting oh so politely. You can tell he likes the way your body obeys him before your mind can comprehend your own individuality. Did you ever listen to him before so good, or have you always been so easy to break?

You move away from him just a little bit, to put some space between you two as you lay on your back with your legs spread once more. It’s the same position he had you in before, only now you are doing it without his guidance. And that, right there, has Naoya swallowing hard. He didn’t ask you to spread yourself, but here you were, presenting your sex to him like the good girl that you are.

“Have you realized your place.” He says, and you nod. There’s a voice in the back of your head that yells no, that you know your place and it does not belong here, but when your head is so hazy, and all you can smell is Naoya, your body betrays the mind. Still, you’re not entirely gone. You still have your will and strength to know that to survive with the Zen’in, playing in Naoyas favor will help you. Perhaps underneath that shell of his, is a man and not a monster.

You watch Naoya, never looking him in the eye but you watch him. You watch the way his jaw clenches, the way his naked body climbs back onto the bed and towards your, until he’s positioned above you. Your eyes rake down his chest, memorizing the way his tones abs curve with muscle. Something bad in you wants to touch him, to claw and ruin the beautiful skin before you but you lay still, instead clutching the bed sheets instead.

“Look at me.” He says, and you almost do but the way he says it, clues you in that he does not mean his face. Your gaze slowly drifts further and further, until you are staring back at it. And your mind begins to drift. Was it always that big? Now you can’t remember. The size looks bigger, scarier when he’s close to your entrance. The tip twitches, every now and then slightly jerking as more precum leaks. It looks painful.

“This is what you have done to me.” Naoya presses himself closer, his body practically on top of you as his length brushes against your lips. It feels hot, and you gasp softly, hiding your face with your hands, but Naoya is quick. He pushes you further into the bed, his hands pushing your arms above your head, trapping you beneath him. You squirm, but only a little. You don’t want to anger him again.

“I’m scared.” You admit, and you’re brave to have. Your husband cares little to none when it comes to others and their feelings, but you hold onto some inkling of hope that he will show you mercy. Naoya stares down at your form, pulling his hands back, allowing you some freedom as his hands trail down you chest. He plays with your breasts, pinching the nipples slightly before continuing further, until his hand is hovering just above your mound.

“Do you deserve kindness,” He whispers. Without warning, his hand is cupping your pussy, his fingers slipping through the wetness of your sex before pulling his hand back up. He’s brandishing your arousal in your face, tauntingly.

“when you’re already this wet?” He asks, but you give no answer. You know your face is red, red from embarrassment but you can’t voice your shame, not when Naoya is flashing it right in your face. Again, that little voice in your head wanted to shout to world, that you were a good girl, and Naoya did this, not you. You were a good girl!

right?..

Naoya could see conflict in those eyes, trying to decide what was right and what wrong. Clearly, a side was slowly winning, Naoya would make sure of it. He could picture it already, you begging to be filled, to be thrown around without mercy and just take it. No more tears, no more hesitation, no more thinking. So why couldn’t you see it too? Wasn’t your soon to be future beautiful? How could you not want Naoya, not want to always be good for him, not want to be with the Zen’in? Life with Naoya will be beautiful, you just had to see it too.

“I will not hurt you.” He breathes. Was it a lie? Partially, but there was some truth to his words. You are his wife, and the future of the Zen’in. Naoya would never jeopardize your life, not when he has you where he wants you. You just need some pushes here and there, maybe a slap, but it was all to show you what you needed, because he knew what was best for you. So when you lay there, your eyes shut and hands clenched, Naoya decides to make his move.

He pulls his body from yours, sitting up and repositioning himself between your legs, now closer then before. His lines his length to you, first, rolling his hips painfully slow, dragging his girth against your lips. He can feel the way your body tenses and shudders underneath him at this new sensation, your reaction so honest and pure that it feeds right into his ego. To be your first, for everything, is exhilarating. He can feel his excitement grow, and his patience wear out, and you must sense it.

“Naoya, wait-”

His hips push forward without warning, his cock not even halfway in as your jaw goes slack and your voice dies down. You’re incredibly tight, your walls already milking him despite barely taking any of him in. It’s so intoxicating, that Naoya has to restrain himself from forcing himself inside anymore. He glances at your face, etching the pained expression your wore. You seemed to have stopped moving, breathing altogether until he slowly drags himself out. A whimper and strangled cry is all you can muster as Naoya pushes himself into you, again and again. He’s going slower than he wants, and you quietly thank him.

“Please.” You beg. Your body is on fire, pain mostly burning your limbs but the longer he pushes into you, there is a slow tingle that is building in your stomach. It’s unfamiliar, and it scares you. It scares you that whatever it is, is gradually taking over the pain, scared that this new feeling is one you don’t know will ever end. But most of all, you’re scared that you’ll like it.

And Naoya can sense your fear, the way it has manifested itself in the way you shut your eyes and bite your lip, as a way to show some resilience in fighting him. The way you resist to breathe, to make any noises has Naoya unconsciously pick up his pace, his thrusts becoming more and more faster and harder. How dare you hide yourself, how dare you lie to his face! Naoya knew better, he knew that you felt it. He knew there was no more pain, but instead there was pleasure. So why can’t you just be honest?

“Don’t. you. ever.” He hissed, both his hands now clasped around your throat. His fingers squeezed, and squeezed as you gasped for air, you hands grasping his wrists. You didn’t dare pull him off, afraid that any resistance would spur him on to choke you harder. But the longer you held on, the more difficult it became to breath, and harder to lie. You knew he felt it the moment his hands grabbed your throat. You had cum right there and then, and had been shaking from your sudden high, but Naoya wasn’t done. He refused to let up, his pace brutal and unrelenting as he forced your body into yet another climax.

“N-Naoya, it hu-hurts.” You cried. Your body ached, far overstimulated as your husband fucked you into oblivion. You learned your lesson, you have! Your toes curled, your legs sore from the way Naoya stretched you oh so deliciously, the tip of his cock buried balls deep into your pussy as your walls convulsed around him as he threatened to send you through your third climax.

But by some miracle, Naoya stopped. His pace slowed, and his hands left your neck. You were sure that he had bruised your skin, leaving his mark that would remind you from here on to never lie, not again. You coughed, your body laying crumpled beneath him as your legs shook. No matter how much you willed yourself to move, it seemed Naoya had left you paralyzed with pleasure. So you lay there, exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly wet, until you could finally feel your legs again. By now, your breathing had evened out, as you mustered up enough strength to sit up. Naoya was no longer positioned before you as your eyes were immediately drawn to the body now laying against the headboard.

It was hard not to stare at the way his legs spread across the bed, the way his chest rose and fell with soft breathes. He hardly looked phased, whereas you looked absolutely fucked out. And his cock, oh god, the sight of it sent butterflies to your stomach. Just before he could force out another orgasm, he left you before you could tumble down from another high, which was a good thing, right? You didn’t want to cum again, it hurt too much, so why were you salivating? Why were you whining? Why was he not moving, but you were getting closer and closer?

Naoya smiled devilishly, his eyes gleaming with a sick perversion as he watched your body crawl towards him. He saw the way you stared at him, and perhaps he should have punished you for it, but he’ll let it slide this once. Poor baby was slipping, your mind unable to make anymore rational thoughts besides the obvious. He had you hooked, finally, but you still weren’t broken, not yet.

“Naoya.” A voice purred, sickly sweet and oh so quiet. Who was talking? It sounded like you, but it couldn’t be. You would never call out his name like a lover would..would you?

“I feel so empty.” You whined. You crawled towards his lap, your body positioning itself delicately in between his legs, you precious cunt just above his thick cock. You looked at the size of it, a new hunger deep within you awakened as you rolled your hips against him, anything for some type of friction, to bring you to your release.

“No.” Naoya snapped, the palm of his hand quickly meeting the side of your cheek. You yelped. It hurt, more than last time, so why did you like it? Why was it when he hit you, your pussy clenched, aching for him to do it again. You promise you’ll be good this time, you swear! You didn’t bother to hold or hide you face, only wear the red mark of his hand as you breathed a moan. It was absolutely filthy, to be sitting beneath him once again, creaming around nothing as Naoya pulled you closer to him by the throat, his lips dangerously close to yours. And you began to wonder, if he tasted good here too.

“Liars don’t deserve to be touched.” He murmured just before pushing you back. But before you could choke and gasp, you found yourself crawling your way back between his legs, your body shaking with a newfound excitement.

“I-I’ll be honest, I promise!” You wanted to reach out and touch him, surrender yourself and let him devour you whole but you sat still, and patiently, like a good girl should. But the longer you sat, hands folded and legs tucked underneath your body, the harder it was to hide your frustration. You needed to show Naoya that you listen, that you obey, and that you will always follow him. So you wait for what feels like forever, until Naoya makes his move.

Naoya watches you, the way your eyes keep from meeting his out of respect. Before, you shied away, never to look at him unless forced to. And the way you sit so straight, body perfectly still like you had been trained to do, only now you truly mean it. Your sudden nature had switched completely. You were no longer afraid and hesitant, but instead, now you had become docile, listening for his next word, watching for his next move. It pleased him, thrilled how well you have already adjusted to Naoya. And for that, surely you deserve a reward.

“Sit.” He orders. He watched quietly, his body relaxed as you crawled closer, your body on top on his as your trembling legs straddled him. He could smell the arousal, feel the amount of slick you had produced as it dribbled down his legs. This wasn’t fear, this was excitement. You sat comfortably against him, his cock rested against your stomach as you waited patiently. Like a good girl.

“Show me then.” Naoya says. He rubs a hand along your ass, kneading the soft skin before giving it a good smack. You yelped in response, but he saw the way your lips curled. You loved it.

“Yes, Naoya.” You hummed. You adjusted yourself, the lower half of your body hovering just above his cock as you line him up to your entrance. You hardly needed any preparation, you didn’t want it. You wanted to feel the sting when he stretched you. And he watched quietly as you slowly worked the tip in, hissing through your teeth before you slammed your hips down, forcing him all in. The sudden intrusion had you a sputtering mess, babbling quietly under your breath as you huffed. You wanted to stay still, to savor this feeling of fullness but your body betrayed you once more.

Naoya sucked in a breathe, the pleasure of your tight walls clamping down on him so firmly having sent a shiver up his body. He could never get used to you, the feeling of your slick walls as they hungrily drank him, or the way you convulsed around his cock. He couldn’t imagine it, yet the sight before him filled him with pride. You had completely wrecked yourself, immediately cumming the moment he had filled you full. And yet, here you were, still trying to lift your hips, for Naoya.

“You’ve done so well.” He muses, watching the way your face expresses the pleasure he has given you. And for your honesty, Naoya feels that it is only right for him to give her the biggest reward any women would be happy to receive.

“Now, wife, take all of that is your husbands.” Naoyas arms pulled your body against him, locking you tightly to him with his hold. He raised his hips, bringing his legs closer until they were bent. With this new position, he could already feel how deep he was, the tip of his cock brushing what must be your cervix. Curiously, he rolled his hips only by a little, which was enough to have your body squirm within his grasp. He could feel the way your heart quickened, as you moaned against his sweaty skin.

“N-Naoya, please.” You begged, but this time, you knew what you wanted. You wanted him to fuck you, over and over until you forgot your own name. Like a bitch in heat, you rolled you hips to meet his, a desperate attempt to feel it again, whatever he just did, you wanted him to do it again and again. You were his, can’t he see that you’ve finally given yourself up? That you accept him and everything of the Zen’in. Good, obedient, docile girls deserve everything Naoya wants to give.

Naoya let out a throaty laugh, his low voice vibrating against your chest as he squeezed you tighter. His father had chosen well. He knew that you would need to be trained and broken in, and he’s pleased at how well you have molded into being the wife and woman of Naoyas. He can see that now. Even now, he can picture your future from today, pregnant, swollen and supple, all because of him. His father gave you to Naoya for the sole purpose of producing an heir, to carry on the clan and bring prosperity with a healthy son, and that he will. But Naoya is beginning to think that one heir just won’t be enough. They will need siblings, perhaps another boy, to succeed his older brother, and a daughter, to reflect the perfect image of you. He could see it.

The thought of pumping you with his seed spurred him on, the image of your pregnant body carrying his child only further fed into the pretty little picture he painted in his head. You would be an amazing mother to many, and he would make sure of it. Of course, you would, Naoya didn’t doubt that you would disobey him, not when he has you wrapped around his finger.

“Fuck.” He breathed, his hips thrusting up, starting a fast and brutal pace. You body tensed, fighting back the bubbling pleasure that you oh so craved. It was coming so fast, but you didn’t want any of this to end, not ever.

“Make me yours.” You moaned against his ear. Naoya groaned in response, his pace quickening as his cock buried itself deep within your walls as the tip continued to brush that one delicate spot that had your toes curled, and voice dry. Over and over, he hit it again and again to the point that you were seeing stars and black spots in your vision. It was heavenly. You never dreamed that he could reach such a place, and repeatedly, like he already knew what your body needed. Perhaps, Naoya was yours, and you were made for him.

“m’ gonna breed you.” Naoya moaned. At this, your stomach tightened, your walls clamping and fluttering around Naoya as he fucked you good and hard. It was hard to get a word out now, your breath knocked out from each of his thrust. That little voice is back again, quieter than before, but still here. She tells you no, not to let this happen, but you find yourself shushing it, and finally silencing it for good. Naoya wants this, so you do. No one knows better than Naoya.

“O-Over and over.” He pulled your body closer, more so then before, his thrusts quickly becoming more sloppy by the second.

“Fill you up so good.” You chest is heaving, and so is Naoyas. A hand suddenly wraps itself behind the back of your neck, pulling you back just enough to look at Naoya, as he gazed back at you. You should look away, but Naoyas eyes tell you to stay, stay right here in this moment. And you know, this will not become a normalcy for you. So you watch the way his eyes take in your expression, the way your soft brows crinkle with focus as you feel the way he fucks into you. You watch as his lips curl into a smile. It would frighten others, but the sight of it warms your heart. Naoya is a monster, but he is yours.

“Cum.” He growls. And like the good girl that you are, the tight knot in your belly snaps and quickly, you come undone. Naoya doesn’t let up, no, he hasn’t cum yet but you can feel that he will soon. His sloppy thrusts runt into your cunt, chasing his own high, at the same time overstimulating you all over again. The same knot in your stomach is quick to come back together as your body sits agonizing pliant to his movements.

And just as you have reached your peak, Naoya is tumbling down from his own, dragging you back again. Your walls milk his cock, twitching as you too, come down from your high. It’s tortuous, the feeling of pleasure and pain mixed together but in the moment, all you can do is lay numbly, sucking in as much air as your lungs can take, and whimper.

You can feel it, inside as it spreads deeper and deeper. It’s a foreign feeling, but you will get used to it, you will learn to love it. From now on, you no longer think, nor lead. Did you ever, before you met Naoya? It’s hard to remember who the women you were was, but you don’t try to. Why would you ever want to be anything but Naoyas?

“Be my woman.” Naoya whispered. You lay there, very slowly recovering as you listen to Naoyas even breaths, his heart beating strong and steady. It’s comforting, like the calm after the raging storm. And it is here, that you understand your role and duties. Being Naoyas wife was more than you had bargained for, but not something you will ever shy away from, not again. So you quietly hum, the lids of your eyes becoming heavy and more difficult to keep open.

“Always.”

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