Hiiii

Keigo has these sickly sweet petnames for you, Dove, Songbird, Little wing, Sweets and the list goes on. However, if you don't answer to them, he gets visibly irritated.

Keigo will limit you access to the kitchen. He has locks over all the cupboards so you have to depend on him for food. If he's nice he will leave some cake or maybe some fruit when he's gone for a few hours.

Since he did stage that incident to kidnap you, he uses his status as being the number 2 hero, to keep you in his clutches. All the time, day i day out he will remind you “you’d be swarmed with villains without me, you’re safer like this.” or "what would have happened if i wasn't there baby?"

Keigo is the number one gaslighter. He is also a really good liar. He will gaslight you into thinking this is a perfectly normal relationship which is far from the truth.

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Keigo loves when you ride him. It gives him a false sense of "You enjoying it because your in top". Even if he was to hold your arms behind your back and force your hips up and down, he will do it.

He also loves to tease and taunt you. He will bend down to your ear and whisper things like "why aren't you fighting anymore? cat got your tongue?" in moments where you cant hold back that moan or whine because he knows where you sweet spots are.

Kiego lovessssss marking you. Whether it's just before he leaves for work or he's eating up your pussy, you will find bite marks, hickies and bruises scattered across your body.

Dabi

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expect long hours where your left alone. There are many reasons for this as Dabi could just be out and about or even wanting you to feel alone without this, all in an effort for you to stop crying like a bitch when he's around.

he likes having you close by. If anything, it's more because he's lazy. he doesn't want to search his small apartment, just sit on the couch like a god girl and all he has to do is reach over and pull you onto his lap, instead of the other methods he would have had to do.

he doesn't bother chasing you if you run. He'll just hurt someone you care for, thats enough to bring you back.

Dabi doesn't even try to make up excuses for what he did. when you ask for why he kidnapped you, he will just say "because i wanted to" if her hurts you and you say why he will just say "because you deserved it" he's a very simple man.

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as said before, Dabi is kind of lazy. so when he forces you to sit on his lap, thats where he will be fucking you. he can manhandle you and move to the bedroom but why when your already nicely on his lap?

Dabi's kisses always start of lazy. Just pecs along the corner of your mouth which turn into harsh ones which bite your lip until it bleeds and sucks on the bottom on your neck to see that purple mark.

he likes to make the bedroom fun. he doesn't have any toys but if you make him upset by acting like a brat, he will use his quirk on you. it's exciting for him but torturous for you.

Shigaraki

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Why others may disagree, there are only two sides i see to yandere Shigaraki. One who is a raging creep and will tie you down to the bed for month and the other who is so down bad for you, he'll throw a tantrum until he finds out why your upset.

expect Shigaraki to get jittery when he can't see you. He will be scratching at his neck, waiting until he finally gets to see you again.

Shigaraki gets...excited around you. Even being with you is like he one the prize. so he may never say it, but you....being with him is the best gift, best game prize he's ever gotten.

This is more rare, but every now and then he may try to sync his schedule with you. Eating with you, sleeping with you. this is just to stay close to you, and so he has more chances to be with his prize.

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sure you are his game prize, but like the manchild he is, he still gts upset. It may not be you, it could be the plan doesn't go well, either way, at the end of the day, he'll be face fucking you. Forcing you to take his load that comes down your throat.

This man is obsessed with kissing you, making out to be specific. Whether he corners you against a wall, has you sitting on his lip or when he is balls deep inside your pink pussy, he will be leaving sloppily wet kissing on your collarbone and kisses which scrape against your neck.

Shigaraki gets off on restraining you. This can be shoving your panties in your mouth, holding your arms above your head or getting a random rope from around the room, anyway you are restrained below him, his pants begin to tighten around his crotch.

This leads into him loving to mildly scare you with his quirk. If you are a bit bratty and decide to wear his shirt or boxers which usually he leaves you naked...he'll be using his decay quirk to dust of that clothing before going down on you.

Bakugo

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he can and will not take any attitude from you. ignoring him will result into slam doors and other chaos until you get on your knees and apologise, or give him the kiss on the cheek he asked for.

he is really controlling. If you don't eat, he will shove that metal spoon down your throat, if you don't sleep by 8pm, he will be drugging you to sleep, if you refuse to take a shower with him, he'll waterboard you.

Katsuki is also really cuddly. When sleeping he'll hold you close and grumble at you if you try to move. even if you want to use the bathroom he won't let you, so you better hold it in until the morning.

he does have a short temper but he does regret exploding at you all the time. in his own way he will apologise. this can be seen with him giving you space, getting your favourite take out and hugging you tightly until you cry it out in his big arms.

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katsuki loves backing you up into walls. and this plays into making out against one and fucking against one. He just likes seeing how small you are and that fear in your eyes when your back hits the wall, thats all :)

he whispers sweet nothings in your ears, this ranges from "fucking take it" to "love you so much baby, i really do". he has a really big range.

Katsuki also loves to mark. He is not to aggressive since he doesn't want you in to much pain but you neck, collarbone and chest will be littered with his hickies and even some bite marks.

He loves to manhandle you in bed. This is just like how he likes to fuck you up against a wall where you have to hold onto him so you don't fall and when in doggy, he gets to grip you from behind, not allowing you to move.

All for one

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Treats you like a priceless possession—always locked away, always guarded. You have you own room yes, and you don't have to be suffocated by his presence 24/7 yes, but then the loneliness sets in and when you start to crave him...he has you exactly where he wants.

All for one is a provider. He will dress you up in cute pricy dresses, give you fancy meals and maybe even a few pieces of expensive Jewerly. He will give you everything except freedom.

He actually won't raise his voice at you. There are other factors that keep you in place other than raising his voice. the threats of him giving you to thugs who will use you, his low commanding voice and even denying you of food are what he uses to keep you in place.

when all for one takes you out of you room, there's only one other place he wants you, on his lap. Every now and then he takes you out just because he wants you seated on his lap during a meeting or for other reasons and chances to show off his cute, compliant possession.

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when he's going down on you, either fucking your pussy or getting you to suck him up, he will not allow you to look away. he will hold you jaw in place and force you to look at him if he has to.

All for one is also a lover for riding and other positions like cow girl. He likes to see how you mewl at first, trying to get off his prying hands but it only takes a few minutes for you to start chasing your own high.

All for one, likes to baby you. To humiliate you to be more precise. He loves to mock and whisper how cute you look and how your whining for more is more pathetic.

This leads into his need for power. He loves having you cry just as much as having you beg for more. It gives him power and fuels his ego.

Kirishima

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he always keeps you in line, always insisting that its "his job as a man" although it is just toxic behaviour and misogynistic views.

he can be very controlling. Eijiro always insist that he knows what's best for you. so, he chooses what you eat, when you go to bed, what you wear and even who you speak to.

Eijiro gets very upset when you disobey him. he believes all women should obey and be loyal so when you act out, it doesn't matter how big or small the rebellion is, he will punish you.

he loves to boast to others. specifically about how sweet you are, how loyal and obedient you are, that unlike other couples you never fight, this always leads to him boasting about your proof of his "manliness"

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he'll use his strength to pin you down, so you can't resist him. this always turns into him grinning down at you about how "weak" you are.

he gets very rough if you refuse him in anyway. refusing intimacy will lead him to force himself onto you while barking about no man is as nice as he is.

he demands intimacy. this ranges from grinding on each others laps, him eating your pussy every waking session, making out, hand jobs and general sex. Eijiro craves all of it.

Denki

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he gets very sulky and irritated if you ignore any of his advances. even if it's his shameless flirting and you didn't hear him, you'll be feeling a short painful zap in a few moments to come.

Denki has some very degrading names for you, sweet cheeks, sugar, doll, baby girl and many more.

he chooses what you were, and it is always something dirty. not normally lingerie, no you will be wearing a slutty maid outfit to a cute cat outfit even with a bell and tail! he has many gross costumes in his cupboard just waiting to be used.

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although he has you captive in his apartment, he still masturbates. in broad daylight while he's in the loungeroom, he'll be on his phone, looking at the photos, he took from last night while pumping his cock. just to fuck you late that day.

he corners you multiple times a day, always boasting like you owe him something, like a kiss or even a blowjob, he always makes up excuses.

in bed, Denki will be groaning in his ear about how you "make me crazy", and if you don't allow him to even touch you or make a further move, he will threaten to zap you.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door, your name being called less than a moment later. 

“One minute!”

Suffocating back the sobs that insist on freeing themselves, your fingers desperately reach to wipe away the warm, sad tears that refuse to stop. You sniff, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe the gross snot that clings to your nose. 

Looking in the mirror for a quick check turns out to be a mistake. Deep under eyes circles, runny nose, red puffy eyes - you look awful.

Even more when you compare your ugly crying face with the red and yellow soft cotton Christmas pajamas you’ve been coerced into wearing, the one Bakugo is matching.  

Couple pajamas, he had grumbled when giving you the box. Because it’s your first ever Christmas together and he wants it to be memorable. Special. 

Special for him yet a nightmare for you. 

The last couple days have been hell. Bakugo’s been unbearable to deal with, having taken a week off of the hero duty just so he can spend quality time with you. You fervently wish he hadn’t.

Every moment spent by his side makes you uneasy and anxious, constantly walking on egg-shells as you await for the bomb that Bakugo is to set off.

Truth be told, you don’t want to spend time with him. You simply want nothing to do with him. He has a special way to become abhorrently overwhelming. 

Forced to play house with a delusional Pro-Hero isn’t what you want. 

You don’t want to wake bunched up in the suffocating embrace of his arms as his thick cock forces itself inside you.

You don’t want to set up the Christmas tree with him, pretending to care every time he asks you where do you want each fucking shiny ornament to be.

You don’t want him to kiss you like you’re his everything - like you’re a happy loving couple that has just assembled their first Christmas tree together.

You don’t want to play the role of a diligent girlfriend that peels off vegetables, sets up the dining table and washes the dishes and yet you do all of these tasks, knowing otherwise you’ll receive nothing but a nasty backhand and a speech on being a ungrateful brat, something that will sour both of your moods for the rest of the day. 

You don’t want to-

There’s a harder knock on the door. 

“Hey, you died in there or what?” 

Tilting your face up, your eyes lock into the ceiling at the same time as you take in a deep breath that does little to calm your nerves. You’re so tired, so fucking exhausted. Can’t even spend five fucking minutes without the asshole hunting you down. 

Knowing you have less than 60 seconds till Bakugo gets angry or worried enough to break down the bathroom door, something you’d like to avoid given it’s the only door in the apartment that has a lock, you reluctantly drag your feet to the door. 

Bakugo pushes the door forward as soon as you turn the lock open, entering the bathroom as he takes a good look at you, fixing his glare at your red eyes, still moist from your latest crying session. 

“What took you so damn long?” his question resembles an accusation, and you don’t miss the way his eyes dart around the bathroom, looking for whatever proof of an imaginary escape plan or so. 

“Nothing, was just washing my hands.” you lie, offering a placating smile. Bakugo nods, although distrust is still evident in his face but if there’s one thing you’ve learned is that suspicion is like a second nature to him.

Perhaps you deserve it but now, after almost 7 months after your last failed escape attempt, you’d think you’d been able to earn some trust. 

“C’mon, let’s go.” 

His hand reaches for yours, hot and firm as he always is, and you follow his lead as he takes you back to the living room. Confusion rattles your mind and you look up at Bakugo as he makes you settle on the couch by his side. 

“Hum…” you hesitate, lips parting as the blonde man lays his heavy arm across your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, “...I thought-” 

“Huh?” he doesn’t bother looking at you, busy fumbling with the TV’s remote control. He skips movie after movie till he finally settles at one of the Home Alone movies. A Christmas classic, you think. 

“I mean, isn’t it past bedtime?” A glance towards the digital watch on the wall reveals it’s  five minutes till bedtime. Surprising and shocking at the same time, as never once did he let you - or him - to stay up till this late. “I thought the curfew was nine thirty?” 

“Will you shut up and just watch the damn movie?” he snaps. You seal your lips tight after that, face immediately whipped to the front to stare at the cinematic 34-foot TV although you pay little attention to it. 

Awkward silence reigns as you watch the movie.

Nostalgia hits you hard as the movie carries on, your mind wandering through old dusty memories. You as a child, watching this exact movie curled in between your parents, laughing your ass off at the on-screen shenanigans. Simpler and happier times.

A dull pain stabs your heart at the thought of your family. How are they coping with the fact that their daughter went missing so many months ago, not even a single clue to her case. 

A part of you wonders how Christmas is going to be celebrated back in your home country, if your mom is planning to leave a sock for you in the fireplace, as she always has or if your dad is finally gonna buy that gift you had not to subtly begged for Christmas all those months ago…

Your nails dig deep into the back of your hand, a microscopic attempt to keep the tears from spilling as your eyes begin to burn. You can’t fucking cry - you reprimand yourself - if you cry, Bakugo is gonna be upset. If Bakugo gets upset, then you’ll have to deal with the consequences. And you don’t want that. 

“It’s Christmas.” his deep voice breaks out the silence, so random and unexpected you’re not even sure he said anything. He keeps his face straight forward, locked into the screen, even as you’re under the impression that he’s paying as much attention to the movie as you are. 

Bakugo sighs, finally looking at you and you don’t like how his red eyes pierce right through you, leaving you helpless and naked under his gaze. Like he can read every single emotion that boils inside you.

“It’s Christmas.” he repeats, voice softening. “First Christmas together, I mean.” 

“Yeah.” you stiffly reply. 

“Besides, we gotta wait till midnight so you can open your gifts.” he adds, pointing a finger towards the lit up Christmas tree, where some packages wrapped in red paper lay by its base.

A side of you feels curious about them, but another part warns you that nothing good ever comes with Bakugo. When did he ever give you something that is free of restrictions? 

“I didn’t get you anything.” 

“Huh?” 

“I don’t have a gift for you.” you explain. 

It’s a silly statement, although evident. You spend all day caged in his heavily-secured apartment with no way of leaving, no matter how much you’ve asked for it, and the few online shopping you’re allowed to do is on Bakugo’s laptop with the blonde man hunched over your shoulder, eagle-eyes following every purchase of yours. 

Bakugo shrugs off his broad shoulders, seemingly unbothered. 

Lacking the strength to further keep up with the pointless conversation you leave it at that. After a few minutes, the film fails to maintain your interest and soon you start drifting into a calm slumber, eyes drowsily slipping closed and barely aware of when Bakugo re-positions you so that your head lays onto the comfortable muscle of his bicep. 

Just a small nap, you sleepily think… 

“Hey, wake the hell up.” 

There’s an annoying tug at your arm. 

“Wake up, it’s time.” 

“Hm?”

Opening your eyes proves to be a difficult task with your eyelids awfully heavy. You yawn, sleep coating your features. 

Bakugo is no longer sitting by your side, but is bent in front of you, occupying all of your vision field. 

“It’s Christmas, already.” 

That certainly catches your attention, hands pushing against the couch to leverage you into a standing position. 

“Oh.” 

The clock marks exactly midnight and you stare at it, empty-minded. For a moment, you believe none of this is real, that you’ve imagined everything.

Any moment now, your family is going to start cheering and hugging you, felicitations and merry christmas’s being thrown around while everyone exchanges their gifts. 

Instead, reality hits you like a brick thrown to your face in the form of Bakugo’s squeezing hug, your face being pressed against his toned chest. 

“C’mon, let’s open your gifts.” he drags you to the tree, sitting on the wooden floor with his legs crossed as he pulls you into his lap, heavy arms immediately caging you in. 

“Start with that one.” Bakugo nudges a box with a rectangular shape to your way. 

It’s a bit heavy but as soon as your fingers reach for it, you immediately figure out it’s a book. 

As you unwrap the paper from the book, Bakugo squirms and pushes you a bit backwards, so your back meets his brawny chest.  

The cover of the book shows him - well, Dynamight portrayed in a comic artstyle.

“Dynamight’s Explosive Adventures” 

“It’s a comic book. Part of the new merch.” he slowly says. "Hasn't been released yet, and I warned the jerk editor that it can’t be published until my girl gives it her approval.”

You are surprised to learn how much Bakugo cared about your approval and opinion. A pleasant surprise and warmth rises to your cheeks. 

“That’s… really sweet.” you comment as Bakugo gives your neck a small peck. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” he brushes it off, “Just make sure to read that quickly.”

“Okay.” you almost sing the word out. You hesitate for a moment. “Thanks.”

The atmosphere feels strangely lighter, happier. It’s silly to feel like this when it’s something so small, so insignificant.

Still, you can’t stop the little smile that tugs the corners of your lips as you open the remaining presents: a shiny golden hand bracelet that Katsuki immediately fastens it down your wrist, a lip oil collection that you vaguely remember being on your wishlist. 

All of them are just nice presents and you wonder if you were being a bit too dramatic about it earlier. 

Reaching for the last one, Bakugo practically throws the small box into your hands, his chin resting heavily on your shoulder, his breathing obnoxiously heavy in your ears but you don’t dare to complain.

His arms tighten around your waist for a moment and you wonder if he’s nervous about this one. 

You receive your answer soon enough, heart dropping to your stomach as soon as you open the velvet black box, revealing an elegant ring inside.

A diamond encrusted ring band, to be exact. A engagement ring. 

No. 

Oh God, please no.

All of your jovial carefree behavior vanishes into thin air as Bakugo takes the ring out of the box, slipping it onto your annular finger and you wince when he pushes it down with a brutish strength until the overly small ring finally sits at the base of your finger. 

“Mrs. Bakugo Katsuki.” you can practically hear a satisfied grin behind those words.

That's all it takes for the dam that's inside your eyes to burst into miserable pitiful tears. From behind you, Bakugo growls - all traces of relaxation now gone - replaced by anger as he violently tugs your arm behind, forcing your body to face him.  

“No. No fucking tears.” his tone is harsh, and he takes it upon himself to swipe his big thumbs against your cheeks, cleaning up the endless fountain of water that your eyes have become.

Your hands weakly attempt to push him away, never meeting success in putting distance between your bodies as he immediately clutches your wrists. 

“I…Bakugo, I don’t want to-”

His lips capture your wobbling ones into a fervent, boiling kiss. His palm is large enough to cover the back of your head, stopping you from pulling away from the kiss. You’re trapped under his powerful strength, as you always have. You’re so stupid for fooling yourself into something that was never the reality. 

He kisses you with all of his ravenous, destructive passion until you’re nothing more than a limp body, until all signs of pathetic rebellion have left your body but not your mind. Your throat dries when his burning lips move to suck little spots on the sensitive skin of your neck, too many sharp teeth involved.

Your whole body itching to squirm away from him but somehow you manage to stay as immobile as a statue. You can only cry your eyes out. You’re weak, you’re pathetic, you’re-

“You asked ‘bout my gift, right?” his voice booms in your ear and you yelp as Bakugo pushes you down to the floor, crawling on top of you like the dangerous predator he is. His calloused hands already reaching for your pajama pants.

“You can fucking give it to me in nine months.” 

You examined the newly sliver wedding ring for what felt like the 100th time, the ring resembled a deer head. It looked oh so shiney and sparkly.But its beauty wasn't the only thing that made you look at it for so long.

But the matter of the fact that what it now represents.

Your arranged marriage and new life.

A new life with an older man who you had only met 8 or 9 hours ago and that was at your wedding ceremony.

You remembered vividly of how the man's first impression of you were.He had a board expression, but one of his brow was higher than the other one as he watched with lidded eyes as you walked down the aisle.He was clearly taller than you.And it was really shown when you stood opposite from him.

You got a better close-up of him.

And so did he.

You could clearly see him upfront now,and so did he as you both silently examined each other, greeting each other softly so that only the both of you could hear.

It...it kinda felt like he was eyefucking you a little bit if you were being honest with the way his eyes ranked down your frame,but than again you could've said the same for most of the people there.Which were more than what you were expecting.Making you feel pretty nervous.

But after the kiss and everything,you both went to the reception where there was a speech before you two kinda went your separate ways with you having some cake.And Shikaku getting drunk with some of his friends whilst you,got introduced and talked to by some people.Found out he had a son talked to said son found out that you were two years his senior.

And all that type of Jazz.

Before, you simply upped and left after your third slice of cake.

Leaving Shikaku to continue drinking with his friends and talk to guests.

Meanwhile,you asked for directions where you would be staying from now on and where all your belongings were.That being your now forever home where you would build a family with.

And that's where you are right now.At his house,or now you're house.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the sliding door opening behind,causing you to turn to the source of the sound.

Where you saw him.

Your husband.

He was standing in the door frame his left hand on the handle of the door. Where he simply looked at you for awhile before speaking.

"Oh....your here"

His voice was low as he looked down at you as you sat on the Tatami flooring.You looked at the man infront of you for awhile taking in his appearance.He still had on his Kuromonpuku but his haori was a bit off the shoulder on his right side.And as for he himself,his cheeks looked a little red and his eyelids looked heavy.

"I didn't know where else to go...."

You spoke in a calm soft tone of voice.Your hands were on your lap as your head was turned to face him.You were still in your wedding dress,you wore a untraditional wedding dress.It was a cream colored dress with a big puffy skirt with matching puffy sleeves.

You looked straight out of a fairytale book.

"Oh I see..."

This is the first time you two actually had a conversation together so things were pretty awkward especially considering the circumstances.

"I just came to check up on you yknow since you kinda left the reception without a word or yknow anything"

"Oh well I'm sorry for making you worry,I just was starting to feel tired and yknow all that jazz"

"No no I get it"

There was nothing but pure silence after that.

A few seconds later Shikaku stepped into the room,closing the sliding door behind him.

"Yknow.....your pretty cute"

Shikaku said as he as looked at you.

Catching you slightly off guard,you looked at him with wide eyes.You've never really come off as cute but more like,but instead kinda creepy and strange and maybe even a little unsettling to most than some.

"Thanks..."

Responded to him.

He looked you again before moving towards you.

"Use your tongue more damnit"

Shikaku groaned, looking down at you in between his legs his hand was tangled in your hair as he moved you further down his meaty cock forcing you to deepthroat him.

Gagging noises escaped your throat as spit dripped down your chin as your spit was smothered from the tip of his harden erection to the base of it forcing you to make a sorts of lewd sounds as you choked around him.Tears threatening to spill from your eyes accompanied by your smeared and ruined makeup.

Your face was repeatedly buried in his slightly bushy pubes before being pulled back up to the circumstance of his horse like cock before the cycled continued.Your painted nails was sinking into his inner thigh trying to brace yourself.

"Come on how are you supposed to be my wife...if you can't even give me a half decent blow job?"

Shikaku stated as he pulled you off of his cock so that he could look at you properly.Your makeup was absolutely ruined and black strikes of mascara came down from your eyes which were slightly red.Your dark red lipstick was all over the place as well as your lips were glazed with slight spit as it dripped from chin onto your wedding dress.

As for you yourself,you were breathing hard trying to get as much oxygen in before you were pushed back into his pubes.

"I know you're a virgin and all, but Kami, at least try to cooperate with me....,yknow from the way you bit me at the ceremony. I thought things would've been a bit more interesting"

Oh yeah, that's right.

During the wedding ceremony where you two kissed,you had bit him.

Soft sniffs left you as you looked up at him through teary eyes.Shikaku pulled you so that you'd be sitting on your knees,your hands leaving his inter thighs as it moved quickly around the hand that was pulling you by the hair.

Before he let go of your hair,and simply looked at you the smell of alcohol coming off of him strongly.Making you feel all the more nauseous.His hand traveling down to your chest where he cups one of your breasts.Making you let out a small whine in return.

He massages it back and forth for awhile in-between his large palm rather roughly.Before he pulls back his entire hand only to reach behind you and undo the button that was responsible for holding up your dress.

In a fluid motion your sleeves came off your shoulders causing you to quickly fold your arms.But before you could you were pushed rather harshly onto the floor.You tried to get back up but was faced back with the same response from the Nara.

Shikaku made his way in-between your thighs,you tried to close back your thighs but was met with a hard slap to the side of your thigh.Causing you to whine as it left behind a stinging sensation.

"Behave"

Shikaku mumbled.Before leaning down and flipping up your big puffy skirt causing you to be unable to see him.

"Oh good you have one of these"

He spoke with interest in his tone before. Leaning down further, his teeth latching onto your ruffle thigh garter. Before dragging it off your thigh as before throwing it aside,his gaze turning back to your thighs.

More specifically, the fat that gathered at the top of your white sheer thigh highs as his rough palms reaching down to rub them he took your left leg he raised it over his shoulder where he began to leave feather light kisses against the fabric and against the side of your thighs.

You let small whines here and there before Shikaku dipped back down beneath your skit,gasping as you felt his hot breath against your clothed core.You started to kick at the sensation and let out a slight scream which released into you getting another stinging slap on your thigh.

The man groans before looking up at you.

"I've already warned you....next time I'll leave my hand print in your skin"

He said more clearly now before,slipping his fingers into the waist band of your underwear and pulling them off you dropping the leg that was on his shoulder so that he could fully take the undergarment off.Before tossing them to aside,and dipping his head back to your crotch.

"Im Gonna show you how to properly give oral sex,so take this as a learning experience"

You didn't even get a chance to speak before he wrapped his arms under your thighs before bringing you closer to his mouth.

.

.

.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Moan after Moan left your mouth as rode Shikaku's face grinding into his mouth.His face is buried in your crotch, his nose pressing against your clit as he devours you.Your wedding dress skirt concealing your husband's face.

He's making loud, messy noises as he eats you out.Spit dripped down his chin as he went down on you,your hips rocking back and forth rougher and harder.Began to fondle your heavy breasts as you began to twist and turn them in every and anyway you could.

He slips two of his findings into your sickness as he continued sucking on your red and puffy clit.flicking his tongue back and forth.

"Mmmph"

He mutters against your private causing vibrations to send you wilder as you began to feel overwhelmed.

You rocked your hips harder as you chased your orgasm but before you could.

Shikaku removed his fingers from your slick as well as his tongue from your bud.

"Why....why did you stop?"

You asked, looking downwards even if you couldn't see his face.

"Get off me"

Was his only response.So you did so. Letting Shikaku sit up.His chin and hips were covered in spite before he wiped it off using the sleeve of his haori.

"Lay down"

You did as told.Allowing the man to hover over you. He looked down before he lazily started to pump up and down his meaty shaft,thick veins aligning his impressive size.

He stood on his knees before aligning yourself with him, and before you could even say the phrase, 'what are you doing?'

Shikaku slammed himself inside of you, forcing a scream outta your throat. He waited a few moments, allowing you to adjust to his size by the mean timing feeling at the ticklish feeling of blood streaming down onto his cock.

Before he went on, brutally and unforgivably ramming into your cunt.The cunnilingus and fingering he had given you was to stretch you out for him.As his hips slammed into yours.The lewd sounds of sex filled the small room,your breasts slamming up and down in sync with his movements.

You were a moaning mess,as you simply couldn't take the fast thrusting movements of his hips as they slammed into your over and over again.His hands on your wide hips using it so that you meet his thrusts halfway.

You didn't take long to cum,as a burning hot white pleasure filled you causing you to scream out loud probably altering to everyone Shikamaru around what was taking place.As you creamed around his cock.

Soon after, Shikaku returned the favor,allowing his hot, heavy fertile sperm to fill your fruitful womb as he emptied his heavy balls inside of you.Allowing rope,after rope to fill your cunt.

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After a few minutes of heavy breathing.Shikaku pulled his soft cock out,of your pussy.As he began to admire the work of art he had just created.

Yknow maybe this arranged marriage thing wasn't so bad after all.

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People take this excuse at face value. He’d taken you from your village on the outskirts of the Land of Flowers, so it’s not like anyone knew you. He could tell them whatever he wanted. So he spins a lie about how you met, but he’s being honest again when he says he looked at you and knew you would be worth the effort. Not the effort of wooing you which is what most assume he means, but the breaking. Breaking you down is hard work, after all. You’re mouthy, you never compliment him, you never let him act kind without throwing it back in his face.

But it’s worth it when you break. He doesn’t mind a fight. Welcomes it, even. You’re both at the clearing where the forest meets the Shikamaru estate, and he’s got your shadow with little effort. You’d made it off the engawa and thought for a moment that you’d actually done it. He’d come home late, and you’d managed to get the shackle off your ankle, bounded onto the grass and almost made it to the forest when he’d stepped out. Lit cigarette in one hand, deer feed in the other, a tall buck bent over and eating out of his hand. Hi, darling, he’d said, smirking as he eyed you. You’re still in the sheer nightie--the only clothes you wear around the house. 

You’re frozen, breathing heavily, the elation in you crashing down to fear. You say his name, taking a few steps back. He doesn’t move, but his shadow catches yours, and you freeze. He flicks his cigarette and stomps it, your bare foot wringing against the fallen leaves. His hands go to his chest, and following his movements you pop each button open until the nightie slips off. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he mimes folding the garment. You can’t speak, only whimper softly as he makes you walk towards him. You meet in the middle of the clearing, and he takes the nightie. The shadow control drops, and you curl around yourself, crying in earnest. Body shivering from the cold and the fear, memories of his broad palm on your bare ass flashing through your mind. Go, then. He says, lighting another cigarette. He looks you up and down, eyes catching on the marks his hands have left behind, on the hard cut of your nipples peeking from your crossed arms. He leers, smirking for a moment before tempering his glee. Naked, shivering as the sun sets, you look up at him. His eyes are the same as ever: impassive, critical. Your arms hug your chest tighter, and you take a step to the side. He lets you. You get all the way to the denser edge of the forest before he catches you again. He’s disappointed. I even gave you a headstart, but he sighs, bored expression morphing back into that familiar smirk. My confused little wife. He chuckles, grin sarcastic. It's for the best, he says. After all, where would you go?