Everybody hated Naoya Zenin. That was no miracle; he was stubborn, arrogant, demanding. The descriptive words came to no end.
But it almost made no sense to you. He had always looked out for you, since you met as children from two different clans.
There were countless reasons for why Naoya actually did this; no zenin lacks intention nonetheless with something like this. When you were just 7 and 9, you’d stare at Naoya like he was the greatest thing the world had to offer! Embarrassingly so, even he can fold for someone who looks up to him.
He began to keep you around for constant validation. Naoya enjoyed “educating” you, teaching you all about the clan tradition, showing off, and being the one you ran to.
Whenever another kid would push his limits, you’d be at his chest sniffling “Naoya— Naoya,” without telling him what happened till he held your squishy cheeks and made you tell him.
Then, as you two grew older, Naoya made the rounds in both the Zenin clan and others. He asserted his strength as the future heir of his ever-powerful clan, kept a stern face, and never let up. His morality became “question of the year” and it was irking him.
Yet, when he spoke to you all about his plans for the future, all you did was stare up in awe. The praise you’d give Naoya inflated his ego all the way up to Jupiter.
Even when he sat there rambling about how strength determines value, hierarchy, and indirectly telling you where’d you’d go on this hierarchy, you’d coo and smile.
Then, later into his teenage years, Naoya realized he’d have to marry into his adult years! He needed a woman who could bear heirs, become the mother of his children, director of the household. And who better than the one who’s been with him all these years? Now, he intended to claim you.
When you were 25 and he was 27, Naoya wasted no time in courting you. Precious jewels to your house everyday, inviting you for meals, telling you about all his marriage plans before he even had proposed!
You couldn’t help but giggle on occasion as the blonde man who’d preach to you about a “woman’s place in society” was now grabbing a necklace from one of the boxes and looping it around your neck.
Still, you’d smile, “Naoya, these are really beautiful,” and he’d be utterly pleased. The sweet puppy eyes you’d shoot at him, the slight flush on your cheek. God, how did life put a wife right in his hands before he even knew about marriage??
“Sweetheart,” You ignored the slight condescension in any name he’d call you, still humming and lifting your eyebrows to signal him having your attention. “I’m going to marry you.” Naoya stated, matter of fact.
A small gasp would escape you, biting your bottom lip. But, obviously you expected it.
“You’re going to be Mrs. Zenin before this year is over.” And he said that with his chest puffed out, cocky smile plastered on his face. Yet you nodded, slightly embarrassed.
And then one thing led to another; did you truly have to wait for a priest to officiate you to have sex? Of course not. Naoya already put a ring on your finger, patience was also not his strong suit.
You both rushed into an empty room, Naoya shutting the door and clicking it locked in a matter of seconds.
Everything Naoya did was intentional. His movements were deliberate, where and how he touched you was deliberate, his every word was deliberate. He was savoring you. Like a reward just waiting to be claimed.
“Get on the bed, yeah, wife?” Oh how that word slipped off his tongue in the most sultry of ways, guiding you by your hips onto the bed.
His hands were smooth, quick, they removed your dress in a matter of seconds. Then he did the same to himself. He saw the way your arms came to cover your chest but he didn’t stop you, just kissed down your neck.
“Open yr’legs.” He spoke, trying to pry them open with his knee. And he saw the slight hesitation in your gaze, stopping with an almost frightening discipline. “Calm down.”
You’ve heard those words a million times from Naoya’s mouth. When you failed a test, when your father yelled at you, when you told him something even slightly disrespectful. “M’calm,” you whispered back.
Then slowly he tried again, opening your thighs with his knee. He groaned softly at the sight, fingers slipping under your panties to pull them right off. Your cunt was so wet, so inviting. He ran the pad of his thumb over ur puffy clit, “Fuuuck,”
Then Naoya looked at your nervous expression, and he hummed. “What? Scared that after this you’re really fuckin’ stuck with me?” You knew he was just teasing but it put a pout on your lips, bottom one extending outward like a baby.
“That’s not it,” You whined defensively, eliciting a laugh out of him. “I know, woman,” he began, kissing your jawline while pressing his knee against ur pussy, leaving a streak of wetness behind. “But you told me you wanted this now, you couldn’t wait, right?” He quoted you.
Your mind was becoming emptier by the moment, moaning breathily at his movement. “Ye-yeah,” you replied in a whine.
“If you think my knee feels good wait till I fill you up with my dick, sweetheart.” He teased, pulling away to put his knees on either side of your hips. He pulled your legs up, directing you into a mean mating press.
He slid into you, bottoming out. Not patient enough to wait for you to adjust, his movements became erratic. Naoya snapped his hips against yours, thrusting deeply into you, as deep as possible.
All you could do in response was babble incoherent thoughts and moan, slightly tugging on his blonde hair. “Naoya— mm, ngh-”
His breathing was labored, angling his hips to fuck into that gummy spot of yours. Your back was arching off the mattress, body unable to deny this pleasure even if you were unsure.
“Such a good fuckin’ wife,” He spat, almost inconsiderably. “Gonna make such a good mother,” He growled into your ear, hands groping at your tits and hips.
“Is this your purpose? To satisfy me and be good?” His words were so mean when he was fucking into you! You couldn’t help but unconsciously clench down onto his cock yet tears spilled down your cheeks.
“Awh,” he cooed. “Did that make you feel all fluttery, wife?” He wiped the tears and pushed your hair away from your face. “Cum, yeah? Maybe you’ll feel better.”
In a matter of moments you came undone, your own hips moving to match his thrusts desperately. He pulled out, cumming all over your abdomen and tits. Painting a pretty picture.
“N— uhm, Naoya?” You whispered softly, thumb picking up a bit of his cum. “Why not inside me?” Your question sounded almost like a whine of disappointment.
“Saving that for the wedding night, yeah?” He said, kissing your swollen lips.
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