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Thinking bout Naoya with a male reader who gets over his own homophobia and shit while fucking him by justifying it’s not that bad if the guy’s wearing cute girly clothes.

Down for plowing another guy but only if he promises to wear a cute skirt or smth like that. Something something about getting off on emasculating other men and it being somehow “less gay” when the dick is attatched to something wearing a frilly skirt.

Idk I’m down bad and Naoya seems like he’d be pathetic like this

cws for male reader -> feminization. naobito walks in & naoya doesn’t stop. misogyny aka typical naoya. internalized homophobia.

Naoya curses the Zenin name and reveres it in the same breath — he hates his family and actively roots for their defeat in battle, but he’ll argue to his last breath about how the Zenin clan is the strongest, the most elite, how they would have long surpassed the Gojo clan if it wasn’t for that freaky, six-eyes having fuck.

The perks that come with being a Zenin are great and many; money, respect, power, women (if you’re into the pathetic things), and much more, but there’s a few drawbacks as well.

The traditions.

Those old, barbaric traditions and customs that had somehow survived into this day and age. The arranged marriages, the family practices, the rituals, the ceremonies, the taboo of same-sex coupling. That last one was especially important in the Zenin clan - Naoya had seen many a Zenin get disowned for being caught with their dick slotted up against another man’s, or some woman with her head between another woman’s legs. It wasn’t accepted under any circumstances, and even if Naoya was next in line for clan head, he’d meet the same fate if he was found with another man.

Not that he would ever be careless enough to be caught fucking a man, or that he would even fuck a man, because you weren’t really a man, not like how he was a man. You weren’t strong, you weren’t tough, you couldn’t hold a sword and you damn sure couldn’t exorcise a curse. Your body was soft where his was hard, your jaw curved where his was sharp, your skin free of scars from battle while his had a few here and there.

You cleaned and cooked - dusted the shelves and scrubbed the floors of the estate, folded the laundry and neatly put it away, tidied the bedrooms and the bathrooms, prepared his meals and brought them to him on a platter, took away his empty dishes and scrubbed them clean…just like the women and servants of the clan.

You would have made the perfect woman. You were meek, but not mute, you knew that your place was always behind a real man and you didn’t hate it, unlike the other woman who cried about it all being so unfair. Your cooking was a level above decent, you knew how to properly starch his shirts, and his room never had so much of a speck of dust floating around after you were done with it.

The only downside of you was the adam’s apple in your throat and the cock and balls between your legs - but even that could be overlooked if he dressed you well enough. A kimono with all the bells and whistles, a painted face, along with a feminine hair style and you looked no different from the women his father tried to arrange for him to marry — and when he fucked you in the solitude of his room you sounded just like them, too.

If Naoya could have you prancing around the estate in nothing but women’s lingerie and short, frilly dresses without you being executed in the front gardens he would, but he has to settle for dressing you up in the privacy of his room where prying eyes can’t see.

“This thing just really ruins the look.” Naoya mutters, his gaze trained on your cock that’s straining against the fabric of your panties. It’s a lacy red pair that’s fit snug against you, the fabric cradling a pair of plump balls and soft cock. He cups you and squeezes, ignoring the way you whine and shuffle on your feet. “Turn around.” He fondles you again before allowing you to turn, and his tongue swipes out to wet his lips as he admires the way your ass practically swallows up the fabric.

With one hand on each cheek he spreads your ass apart, a low hum sounding at the sight of your puckered hole, and he moves his thumb to circle around the rim, pulling a breathy moan from your mouth. If he were to reach forward he knows that he’d find your cock leaking and hard already, and the thought makes him snicker.

“Turn.” His palm collides with your cheek, his own cock stirring in his pants as he watches the globe of flesh ripple under his hand, and then his eyes are on the matching bralette you wear. “Your tits are getting bigger.” They’re not, obviously, but he likes the way you duck your head down and how hot your skin gets when he says it.

He meanly pinches at your nipples, pulling at the buds until they’re puffy and sore and your lashes are wet, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your noises. He soothes them with slow rubs of his thumbs, and then he’s leaning forward to suck on them through the fabric, hands moving to grope and squeeze at your ass as he tugs you further between his spread thighs.

His cock is fully hard now, a bead of pre-cum forming at the uncut tip, and one hand leaves your ass to instead stuff venture into the drawer beside his bed. His fingers close around a small tube, and he pushes it into your hand before pulling his mouth away from your chest. “Spread yourself open for me.”

Naoya leans back on his elbows on the bed as he observes, eyes lidded as he watches you coat your fingers in lube, pull your panties down to your thighs, and move your arm behind you. “Tch.“ He can’t decide if wants to see your fingers stretching your ass open, or keep looking at the way your cock twitches and dribbles pre down to your balls. Naoya had never been interested in the sight of another man’s cock, they all paled in comparison to his own, until he had seen yours. It was small, smaller than his at least, and your balls hung close to your body, high, and it fit nicely in the palm of his hand in the rare times that he actually touched it, because he didn’t need to touch it to get you to come. The sensitive thing was spurting cum as soon as he got his cock in you.

“Naoya-Sama.” You gasp, knees buckling as you stumble forward, your lips parted due to your heavy pants as you fuck yourself with your fingers. “I’m -ah- I’m ready for you.”

“Keep going.” He ignores the impatient look on your face, instead leaning forward to wrap his hand around your length. You let out a choked moan and jerk into his fist, and he holds you still by your hip, hand freely gliding up and down your shaft. His thumb mushes down against your slit and smears your pre-cum around, and then he’s moving to squeeze at your balls, his eyebrows furrowing when he comes to the realization that he likes the weight of you in his palm.

He strokes you faster, too absorbed in the wet ‘shlick shlick’ of your cock to notice the footsteps that near his room. He’s close enough to smell you, and he breathes in the scent of the perfume that he had doused you in earlier - it’s sickeningly sweet, a scent that’s been popular among women recently, and while he had scrunched his nose up when he smelt it on them, he greedily basks in it now.

A cry of his name leaves your mouth and then you’re coming, cock twitching in his hand before spurts of cum shoot up to decorate your stomach, a bit of it dribbling over the backs of his fingers. As if in a trance, he leans forward, tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your stomach and collect your cum - it’s tangy, a bit salty, but not revolting, and he licks another broad stripe, his eyes raising to lock onto yours.

With your cum gathered on his tongue, he tugs you down until you’re straddling his lap, one hand moving to grip the back of your neck as he presses your mouths together. You suck on his tongue, matching groans leaving the both of you, and he fights to free himself from his pants, the door to his room sliding open just as his cock springs free.

“Naoya.”

“Busy.” He breaks the kiss to say, just to mash his lips right back to yours, free hand grabbing a fistful of your ass and lifting your hips. Your back is to the door, effectively hiding you away, but that doesn’t stop you from tensing in his lap as you register his father’s voice.

His fingers trail down to your hole, teeth painfully nipping at your bottom lip when he feels the shit job you did at stretching yourself out.

“What did I do to deserve having you disgraceful pigs for sons? You won’t marry the women I bring to you, but you’ll defile the servants left and right.” Naobito says, and Naoya pays him no mind, too busy focused on lining his tip up with your hole.

Your eyes widen in shock as you give a small shake of your head, and he grins into the kiss as he thrusts in with a quick snap of his hips. You yelp, forehead dropping to rest on his shoulder, and Naoya gives his father a bored as he trails his nose up and down the slope of your neck.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch me fuck her?” Your skin burns hotter under his touch, and he pulls you impossibly closer, amusement threatening to overflow when he feels your cock plump up against his hard stomach.

“If you impregnate her, you’ll marry her, and you’ll be the shame of the Zenins’ - marrying a lowly housemaid, tch. You could never hope to be head of the clan.”

“It’s a good thing she only likes it when I put it in her ass then, isn’t it?” His fingers sink into the flesh of your ass, spreading you open so the sight of your hole fluttering around his fat cock is visible, and you whine into his shirt, hands fisting the material. “Don’t worry, old man, you won’t have to worry about any bastard kids anytime soon.”

Naoya has half a mind to spin you around and show you off to his father - show him the hard-on that you’re sporting and your flat chest, but that would cause all this to end a bit too soon, and he was growing quite a liking to you.

Naobito leaves soon after, insults spewed from drunken lips as he slams the door shut behind him, and Naoya is fucking up into you as soon as the door clicks into place. “You were squeezing around me so tight - you were scared, huh?” His back lays against the sheets as the heels of his feet dig into the mattress, hands locked around your waist to bring you down to meet his thrusts halfway.

You can’t talk past the moans leaving your mouth, but you manage a jerky nod, hands braced on his chest. “You’re so pathetic,” he groans, hands moving to pull you down so he can smack his lips against yours. The kiss is messy, tongues rubbing together and forcing drool to spill from the sides of your mouth. “Just like a woman. You need a protector, hm? A real man to keep you safe? Someone like me, yeah?”

“Yes,” you sob out, and he doesn’t have to check to know that you’ve came again, your cum wetting his shirt. His teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder, and his eyes roll as he stuffs his cock in deep, balls tightening and stomach rolling as he fills you full of cum, nails biting into the fat of your ass as he grips it.

His body relaxes into the mattress a few moments later, lips ghosting over where his teeth have left a mark, and hands softly kneading at your ass. “You don’t need to worry about any of that trash,” he talks low against your ear, rearranging the both of you so you’re lying on your sides, his arms keeping you close. “No one but me is allowed to touch you.”

His fingers find your puffy hole, and he pushes the cum back in that’s began to leak out, earning a tired moan in return. “No harm will come to you as long as I’m around.”

#YESYES OMG #reblog stuff #i was waiting for this lets gooooooooo #you write his dumbass so well thank you

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