u/BitchWithHandKink

y'all she's so hot and GUNPLAY!! PLSSSS

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The estate felt unusually quiet. With most of my brothers away, leaving me with the one person I had spent my entire life trying and failing to reach.

I knocked on his door, my heart hammering against my ribs already. "Tsk. What do you want?" Naoya’s voice hissed from behind the other side.

I pushed the door open, nervously. "Uhm... I just... I need help with something?"

He didn't even look up from his desk. "And what makes you think I have any interest in helping you with your pathetic little problems?"

"... Father told me to prepare dinner, and I can't open the bottle. Could you...?"

He snatched the bottle from my hand, pried the cap off with effortless strength, and shoved it roughly into my chest, clearly uninterested in being involved with me any further. "Ugh... What are you even good for?" he muttered, turning back to his business.

I stayed right where I was. Even though it was painfully obvious he wanted me gone, I wanted to take this chance to spend time with my avoided big brother for once.

"Still here? What’s your problem now?" He looked up at me for a moment. "Mhmm, nothing. I just... I just I wanna spend some time with my big brother."

After those vulnerable words left my lips, he immediately chuckled, a mean, mocking reaction to something he clearly saw as pathetic.

"Spend time with me, huh?" His eyes glinted with a cruel spark. I nodded, nervously fidgeting with the bottle. "Okay."

"What? Really?!?" My excitement blew me away. A big smile appeared on my face; I was expecting a sadistic, degrading comment or a rough shove out the door, but an "okay" from him felt like a miracle.

"Shut up. Don't make me regret it." He looked me up and down with a disappointed grimace, though my excitement was clearly visible. "So, Father is out with my useless brother again, I assume?"

I put the bottle away. "Yes. He told me to prepare dinner an hour before he gets back. That's what I was doing."

"Wow, and you actually do it?" he snapped sarcastically. "Of course I do," I defended myself, trying to prove I wasn't a little girl anymore.

"But... still, you'd drop anything for me to let you be part of my precious time, hmm?" He got up and walked toward me. "What would Daddy think about that? You're not even following your duties; instead, you're wasting my time." I backed off as much as I could before my back hit the closet door.

"Uhmm, no, no, no- I am still following them. I am, trust me." I stuttered, his gaze looking down on me dangerously close. "Tsk. You're useless. You get distracted from such a simple task; can't even do the easiest work right." His hand raised slowly, and I could already see what was coming next.

"No, Nao-" A harsh smack across my face cut me off. "What? Somebody has to discipline you if you keep acting like a needy brat." I felt the burn on my face immediately, instinctively lifting my hand to my red-tinted cheek. "...I didn't mean t-"

Before I could say another word, he grabbed my wrist, pulling it away from my face. "Didn't mean what, huh?" he barked, holding me tight against the door.

"...I'm sorry." I couldn't look at him, tears forming in my eyes. "Seriously?" He watched the teardrops run down my cheeks as I stared at the floor. "And now you're gonna cry about it? You're the one who messed up."

His grip tightened around my wrists as he dragged me across the room, pushing my small frame down onto his desk. My chest was pressed against the cold wooden surface while he stood closely behind me. "I'm so sick of all my stupid brothers treating you like you're something special. You're not. You're just a useless brat."

He held both of my arms behind my back while my tear-soaked face remained against the wood. "Naoya- I'm sorry. I promise I'm not- I'm s-"

My pleas were cut short by another smack, this time targeting my behind. My body shocked but I kept my arms in place, taking the impact.

"You wanted to spend time with me, huh?" I couldn't see him, but his smile was clear in his tone as he continued to plaster my ass with smacks while I bent over for him.

"But I... didn't..."

"You what? You seriously wanna speak up to me?" My attempt to explain only fueled him further. With a clean swish, he grabbed the bottom of my kimono and lifted it, exposing my underwear fully.

I could feel my face burning just as much as my skin with every smack. "Please stop... it hurts," I begged quietly.

"It's supposed to hurt." Every slap of his palm made me want to disappear.

"I learned my lesson... please... I'm sorry. Stop."

"Ugh... all you do is complain and misbehave. You want me to believe you learned your lesson, really?" His words were more cruel than the harsh slaps following them. "I'm the one deciding when you've learned it."

He stopped, and I felt a wave of relief, but it didn't last long. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my underwear and pulled them down.

His hand hit my fully exposed skin, and he laughed out loud at my panic. "I'm just giving you what you deserve." He spanked me again, but this time, after every smack, his hand grabbed and squeezed my flesh before hitting me again. "Mhm, what a waste of a hot young body on such a stupid brat."

I didn't try to speak up anymore, knowing it would only result in more punishment. I tried to hold myself together and swallow my tears.

"So quiet now, huh?" Even after the hits, I stayed silent, sucking in every gasp or moan, praying he would stop if I stayed quiet. "I see. You wanna play games now, okay." My silence was taken as a challenge. His grip on me became more intense as his fingers wandered elsewhere.

"Aww, even your icky little cunnie is desperate for me, huh?" I felt his fingers at my crotch, rubbing and teasing my folds. I fought hard to stay quiet, my breath getting heavy, my body tense in fear.

He spread my legs wider, giving himself better access. "Got so wet from your brother's spanking." He leaned in, towering over me to whisper into my ear, "Don't you feel ashamed?" My face burned with embarrassment as his fingers rubbed against my swollen clit. "This is the kind of attention you wanted, right? You disgusting freak."

I couldn't hold it any longer; a muffled moan escaped my lips. "No. I didn't." He chuckled, and I realized I should have stayed quiet. One of his fingers found its way to my entrance.

"N- What are you- Stop-" I tried to lift my body from the desk, but he pushed me further down with his weight.

"You think now you can run away, haha." His finger curled inside me, and shortly after, he added another. "No, stop, please." I begged, but he was far too strong. His fingers curled deep inside my body.

"Fuck, you're so tight but still dripping wet. You've gotta still be a virgin, right?" Unable to hold back, I let the moans happen. "I asked you a question, bitch." His hand grabbed my hair, painfully pulling me back.

"Yes- uh, yes, yes- uh, I am." I panicked, stuttering between moans. He loved to see me struggle; with every broken moan, his thrusts grew deeper and harsher. "Did you dream about this? You wanted this, hmm?" He pulled my hair, whispering, "Your mean older brother fucking you, stupid, huh?" I felt my walls tighten around his fingers. "Oh. I take that as a yes. God... you're such a filthy slut."

As my reaction fed his ego, his thrusts slowed. "Fuck, you're so disgusting." He pulled his fingers out, looking at them drenched in my juices, noting how much I might have secretly wanted this.

Without a word, he shoved his fingers into my mouth. I didn't hesitate, starting to suck him clean of my wetness. "Fuck... Maybe you could actually be useful for something." As the realization hit him, he removed his fingers, grabbed a handful of my hair, and roughly shoved me onto the floor. I looked up at him in fear, but just as much lust

"Wanna prove to your big brother you're not completely useless?" He was already undoing his pants. I nodded in heat, excited to please him. I watched him undress, his cock already hard. "Now, open your mouth, sis." I followed his command, opening wide. His hand settled on my head, keeping me in place before he ever entered me. "Don't disappoint me."

His cock filled my mouth. My eyes rolled back from the feeling. He began to thrust in and out, his hand holding me tight, pushing me deeper. I choked on every thrust, gasping for air he wouldn't let me get. "Are you stupid? Breathe through your nose, idiot."

I followed his advice and almost started to enjoy it, letting my big brother use my mouth like a whore to prove him wrong. His thrusts got messier; with every push down my throat, I felt him twitching more and more.

"Fuck, you're such a whore." He was deep in my throat, close to his climax. He looked down at me. "You gonna make your big brother proud and swallow all of his cum, hmm?"

I nodded as best I could. One last time, he grabbed my head, pushing me deep onto him as I felt his cum spill down my throat. My eyes watered as I tried my best not to gag.

His semen ran down my throat as he released his load. Once he was empty, he pulled out. I immediately coughed the moment I could breathe. He didn't mind, his breath heavy, watching me with an arrogant smirk. "...Not... bad."

The taste of him lingered on my tongue as I sat on the floor, overwhelmed. He fixed himself and walked to the door, gesturing for me to leave.

"You should get Father's dinner ready. You don't want me to tell him why you couldn't get it ready in time, do you?"

I looked at him, confused, but quickly understood what kind of person he was again. I got up, fixed my kimono and underwear, grabbed the bottle, and left, not looking him in the eyes once.

"Hey," he shouted while leaning out of his room for a last time. I turned around to hear what he had to say.

"We'll do this again."

Pinned to the futon, my wrists held down by one of his hands while the other traces down my upper body undressing me more. My body is aching, and every part of me feels like it’s been violated on the supposedly best night of my life.

"Stop crying," he commands, like he would actually care about me. "You’re my wife now. A Zenin bride doesn't sob like a pathetic child on her wedding night. It’s embarrassing for both of us."

He forces his way into me. He doesn’t wait for me, he doesn't care if I want it or not. Every time I gasp, he pushes further, every time I try to turn my face away, he grabs my hair and jerks my head back to force me to look at him.

"Look at me," he commands. "I gave you a position. I gave you a life. And this is how you repay me? With these hysterical theatrics?"

He pauses mid-thrust, his eyes narrowing as he leans down against my ear. "A wife is meant to be a quiet thing that makes my life easier. But you, you need to behave better or else you'll see where that gets you."

He resumes his pace, harder this time, his hips slamming into me. His fingers digging into my hips, leaving angry red marks on my skin. "You think you have a right to your own body, to your own 'no.' You don’t understand that from this night on, in this house, your 'no' is just a noise I'll ignore."

He rams into me, deep and punishing, and I choke on a sob, my body arching. He laughs, a low, melodic sound of pure cruelty. "See? This is your duty," he whispers. "This is what a wife does. She opens herself to her husband, she takes his anger, and she lets him mold her into something useful. Stop fighting it. Stop acting like a victim. If you feel ruined, it’s only because you’re fighting the natural order of things."

He slams into me again. He isn't just taking my body; he’s destroying my ability to defend myself, turning my own guilt against me, convincing me that every bruise, every sob, is a failure on my part as a 'good wife.'

"Good," he murmurs, as he feels me spasming around him, my body betraying me with the rhythm of his abuse. "That’s right. Just give up. Stop trying to be something you can't be. It’s so much easier when you just admit that you’re nothing without me."

He isn't finished with me. "You thought you were saving yourself for something significant, didn't you? Some romantic delusion? Look at you now, spread out, sobbing, and your virgin cuntI loves it."

He begins to thrust again, his movements violent, lacking even a shred of intimacy. Hitting every sensitive, vulnerable nerve. He isn't trying to bring me to any kind of relief; he’s trying to ensure that I am so overloaded with pain and humiliation that my mind eventually just shuts down.

"I’m going to fill you," he sneers "I’m going to fill that useless little womb of yours, and you’re going to carry it. You’re going to be a vessel for a Zenin heir, whether you like it or not. That’s your only purpose, isn't it? To be a broodmare for my bloodline."

He drives into me with a final punishing thrust. I am arching off the bed, gasping, my voice gone. "Don't you dare try to pull away," he commands. He grabs a handful of my hair, jerking my head back so I’m forced to stare into his face. "You will take every drop." He spills himself into me. His cum filling me up while holds me there, trapped, violated, and powerless.

He doesn't pull away immediately. He lets his weight crush me, his breath hot against my neck. When he finally does get off me, he doesn't touch me with kindness; he just lies beside me.

"Clean yourself," he mutters, not even bothering to glance at me. "And don't bother crying. You’re a Zenin wife now. You don't have the luxury of feelings. You only have duties."

(by nanastrworr, deonzing)

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