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violetsaffron5 · 2 years

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Psychotherapy

Pairing: Zenin Naoya x f!Reader

Naoya is forced to go see a therapist to help his attitude so he can find a wife.

Words: 4503

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Spit Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Face Slapping, Face-Fucking, Light Bondage, Light Dom/Sub, Edging, Degradation

Early 2017

You’re on a beach in Malaysia; ocean waves crashing playfully against the shore as you sunbathe on the white sandy beach. Palm trees stand tall and proud, providing just enough shade, dancing ever so slightly with the soft breeze coming off the water.

“What man lets their woman have a job? Is there something wrong with your pussy?”

Birds fly overhead, dipping down to the sea to catch their next meal, feathers illuminated by the rays of the sun. Others sing the song of their people as they pass by, on their way to the next stop with the flock.

“There’s only one thing worse than a woman, and that’s a woman who can read.”

Is this son of a bitch the CEO of misogyny? Holy shit.

Whoever told you to meditate to relax when you have a horrible patient is a goddamn liar because when they open their stupid mouths, it’s ruined. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, finally opening your eyes to find a pair of sharp, cynical brown eyes staring back at you.

If you had realized this session was going to be with Naoya fucking Zen’in, you would have noped your way out of that so fast. This is what you get for not reviewing your case files due to the recent influx of patients.

Be professional. Be professional. Be professional.

“I took many years of-”

“Therapy isn’t a real profession anyway.” The blonde douchebag interrupts, waving you off as he sprawls on the chaise in front of the window in your office.

It took him all of 30 seconds to begin pissing you off. Barging in during your last session with a client demanding his start immediately, all the while using phrases like “do you know who I am?” and “wait until my father hears about this.” You rolled your eyes so hard it’s surprising they aren’t on the floor right now.

The window he’s next to looks out to a beautiful, quiet, wooded scene. If you killed him, nobody would be able to see you bury the body, save for the animals. And they wouldn’t say anything. Most would probably come by to pick at the fleshy parts of his skin, assisting with removing evidence making it harder to identify that it was you who had murdered the heir to the Zen’in clan.

It would be easy. Incredibly so. You’re unsuspecting. There’s nothing stopping you from walking over to him and stabbing your pen right into his eye. People think of you as the quiet shy type, when in reality you choose to keep to yourself to avoid being part of the office gossip, and if you had to admit it, you’re a little tired of all the shit your patients say too, which only adds to the quiet, unsuspecting demeanor.

“I took a psych class once, so I totally understand how to analyze people.”

“It’s not my fault those women are mad. I never agreed to be exclusive.”

“I didn’t kill the men at the fair. My henchmen did.”

If you played your cards right, you could probably talk Satoru Gojo into helping you cover it up. You haven’t seen this yourself, but word around the water cooler is things are so bad between them, that when they’re here for their sessions at the same time (the rare times Gojo actually shows up on time), they have to sit in different waiting rooms.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and kiss your teeth, choosing to ignore his comment like the goddamn professional you are. You didn’t get your master’s degree to be talked down to by someone with too thick eyeliner and too many piercings looking like a failed alt emo boy.

It’s probably best to ignore his snide remarks and continue with the session. The sooner it gets started, the sooner it can be over, “Naoya, wh-”

“ Master Naoya,” he interjects, clearly annoyed you’re not referring to him the way he deems worthy.

“Right….” There is no way in hell you’re referring to him as ‘Master’ in any lifetime. “Anyway. Whose idea was it for you to be here today?”

You don’t need to review his case file to know why Naoya’s in therapy. Everyone knows. In order to take over as clan head when his father passes, he needs to marry, except he can’t get anyone to agree to it, because he’s literal human trash. Hence the mandatory therapy to try and… remediate some of his issues.

“Isn’t that your “job” to know?” he uses air quotes.

You were hoping if he said it aloud, admitted it, then it would act as a sort of eye opener for him or at least a first step. Looks like that’s not the case, he’s content continuing to be a shitty person.

“This is why women are only good for breeding.” He groans, rolling his eyes.

“Holy shit. What the fuck is your problem?” You ask in disbelief and the words vomit from your lips before you can stop them.

He furrows his brows, turning his head to meet your gaze before eyeing you up and down. He makes a point to stop and stare at your tits and lips, not bothering to meet your eyes again.

“Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?” He seethes, “a wench like you needs to be put in her place,” he looks you over once again before his lips curl into a wicked smirk. “You’re decent enough looking. I guess I’d be willing to take one for the team to teach you a lesson.”

Fuck professionalism. This guy needs knocked down a peg or ten. “If I wanted a good lay, I’d visit Gojo. Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even measure up to Toji on your best day.”

“I can fuck whores like you ten times better than either of them could,” he spits back.

“I hear Gojo’s a generous lover.” Why bring Gojo into this, specifically? Just to stir the pot. Rile him up and piss him off, just as he’s done to you. Everyone knows the stories of the infamous playboy. Huge cock. Can go all night. Has a strict ladies first policy when it comes to getting off.

“I bet you don’t even know where the clitoris is.” He’s definitely the kind of guy who only cares about only his pleasure; it would come as no surprise if he’s never gotten a woman off before.

He sneers, “every single one of my servants comes crawling back for more.”

“Weird way to say cousins.”

He stares at you, fire burning in his eyes. Anyone else would probably think he looks shocked, and maybe he is, just a little. That a lowly window has the audacity to speak to a sorcerer this way, let alone the next head to one of the big three.

Shit. Are you gonna do this? Are you gonna challenge him so he’ll prove it?

Yes. Yes you are and you can literally feel the feminism ascending out of your body as you make up your mind.

Standing, you unbutton a few buttons from the top of your blouse to accentuate the swells of your breasts and loosen the knot on your ascot, slipping it over your head as you make your way over to Naoya, sliding it down his neck and tightening maybe a little too tight.

Leaning down, warm breath tickling the shell of his ear causing goosebumps to form, you whisper, “prove it.” He wastes no time in grabbing your free hand and placing it on his erection with a pleased smirk.

Of course he’s turned on. Probably thinking you’ll easily submit to him.

As you stroke his clothed cock, he lets out a quiet, satisfied moan as your other hand pulls the ascot a little tighter, no longer worrying if it’s too constricting.

Honestly, if he died, you wouldn’t care. Satisfying for you. Humiliating for him.

“Be a good boy and open wide,” he glares, clenching his jaw in a surprisingly quiet refusal. Letting go of the ascot, you grab him by the hair, forcing his head back until he opens just wide enough for you to gather saliva and spit it in his mouth.

“Swallow.” You demand, his eyes wide with shock. Once he regains his composure, he flips you over, slamming your back against the couch.

“I’m going to fuck your goddamn brains out,” he snaps, “and you’re going to regret spitting in my mouth like a filthy slut.” Naoya grabs one end of the ascot, pulling harshly until it comes untied, tossing it aside and you watch it float to the ground next to the chaise before turning your attention back to him.

There’s tension in the air, as the two of you stare at one another, swallowing thickly before your lips crash together, the sensation immediately sends a jolt between your thighs. The kiss is aggressive and greedy; more tongue and teeth than actual kiss and part of you is still shocked you’re going through with this.

As he pulls away, he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to leave a bruise, still trying to prove his dominance over you. Then in a move that takes you off guard, he trails several nips and kisses down your neck and collarbone. While he does this, you lift your hips and pull your pencil skirt up, so he’s not tempted to rip it off, letting it pool at your hips. At this moment, you’re incredibly thankful you wore your lace bra and panties today, even if he doesn’t deserve to see them.

“Spread your legs,” he snarls, forcing them open on his own and slipping two fingers into your aching cunt, making you whimper and arch your back due to lack of proper preparation. He quickly pumps his fingers while angling them perfectly. You let out a quiet whine when he begins to stroke the spot inside that makes you see stars while his thumb grazes teasingly over your clit.

Guess he does know where the clitoris is after all.

“You try to act tough,” he brushes his lips against your cheek and jaw until he kisses a spot below your ear, “yet here you are, so clearly desperate for my cock like the slut you are,” he whispers before clamping down, biting, and sucking at the spot on your neck. Thrashing below him, you try to nudge his head away with your shoulder to get him to let go.

“No marks! Jesus Christ, I don’t want people to know I fucked you!”

He smirks against you, knowing he’s not going to let up, and bites down on the crook of your neck this time. Gasping, you grab him by the hair and pull him away before smacking him, hard, across the cheek as he lets out a loud moan.

“You fucking liked that?” You furrow your brows and narrow your eyes, surprised by that turn of events.

“Shut the fuck up!” He growls, his lips meeting and moving along yours again in an attempt to keep you quiet. And really, you don’t mind as it gets his misogynistic ass to keep quiet as well.

With your mouths busy, his fingers working their godforsaken magic and your hands in his hair, you’re building up for a crash. A tsunami. An unraveling of the greatest proportions… and then he removes his fingers, pulling away from you completely with a cunning grin spread across his stupidly beautiful face.

“Christ, Naoya, I didn’t even cum. How pathetic .” You spit, knowing he’s edging you on purpose for pissing him off, “you sure you can fuck better than Gojo? Because at this point I’m really doubting your skill.”

“You don-”

“Shut up and get undressed. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

He stops and stares at you incredulously, “You’re the wo-”

“I’m not going to undress you. Do you want your dick sucked or not?”

Finally, finally , he closes his mouth and begins to undress from his kimono, as you take the opportunity to remove your own clothes as well.

Once the two of you are undressed, you push him onto the chair so he’s sitting; before lowering yourself to your knees, you take a moment to admire his body.

He’s leaner than you anticipated, and unbelievably toned – similar to a gymnast. Naoya has a pretty face, there’s no denying that, but having an equally pretty cock is just unfair. Standing painfully hard against his abdomen, the tip flushed red, already leaking precum. He’s average girth, but the length is impressive alone.

Based on his ears, you anticipated some sort of genital piercing, like a Jacob’s Ladder – something he could never pull off. But instead, he has a Prince Albert, which has you practically drooling at the sight.

However, that nice surprise is immediately negated by the intricate tribal tattoos with thick swirl patterns laying along one shoulder and down the left side of his chest. On the other arm lays a single thin barbed wire tattoo in the center of his bicep.

God . How incredibly douchey.

“Look at me.” You command as you sink between his legs, “you think this is where I belong, don’t you?” Grabbing his cock with a firm grip you stroke excruciatingly slow as he emits a loud moan and squirms beneath your grasp, “on my knees, between your legs. But don’t forget,” you give a small kitten lick over his tip, “I’m choosing to do this.”

You move a hand to squeeze his balls as you slide your lips over his tip and hollow your cheeks. As you expected, his hand immediately tangles into your hair, gripping tight. You have just enough time to relax your throat before he slams your head to meet his neatly trimmed groin.

As you gag and sputter with his length at the back of your throat, spit pools and dribble from your mouth, coating the lower half of his dick you’re unable to fit in your mouth. He tightens his grip, so tight, there’s no doubt he will have several ripped off hairs laced between his fingers by the time he finally lets go. He pulls back, just enough to give you a second to catch your breath before slamming you back down, nose to groin, repeatedly. Recklessly.

Tears begin to well in the corner of your eyes as he lifts his hips to meet the back of your throat, where you’re sure he’s bound to leave bruises.

“Fuck, that’s good. This is what you were meant for.” He throws his head back, eyes closed relishing the feeling of taking control of the situation.

There isn’t a lot you can do in this compromising position, so you let your teeth graze his cock in a little act of defiance as he continues to force your head up and down. He lets out a mix of stifled moans and angry grunts at the feeling before pulling your mouth off of him, bringing your gaze to meet him.

“No teeth, bitch!” He spits before slamming your head back down his length, continuing to force you to deepthroat him with every thrust. After a few minutes, his thighs begin to shake and a strained groan leaves his lips as he bucks his hips up, causing you to choke as ropes of cum slide down your throat.

“You better swallow every last drop,” he pants, “a filthy whore like you should be grateful for getting to have Zen’in seed inside you.”

After you swallow around him, to the best of your abilities, he releases your head and you make your way to the surface gasping for air, working to recover quickly. At this point, he owes you several orgasms and you’re determined to get them.

You would lean up and kiss him right now, forcing him back on the sofa so you can ride his face, but he seems like the kind of guy who would relish the taste of his own cum – the taste of his precious Zen’in DNA. Grabbing your panties from the floor, you spit the remaining essence of him into them and toss them back down.

Standing, you place your palms on his shoulders and shove him onto the chaise, throwing one leg over his chest to straddle him.

“Why don’t you shut up, put your mouth to good use for once and try to make me cum this time.”

His eyes are bright and filled with equal parts rage and hunger as he grabs you, forcing you forward over his face. He wastes no time in pulling you down so his lips can connect with your pussy in a lewd, loud, wet kiss before slipping his tongue deep inside.

Naoya forces you down in the most awkward position; one leg folded, next to his face while the other is on the floor, helping balance yourself as you move your hips against his face, softly whining each time his nose gently grazes your clit.

He digs his nails into the fleshy part of your hips, you told him no marks earlier, and this is likely bruise; at least these can be easily hidden. While gripping tighter, he lifts you slightly to adjust himself beneath you to let his tongue trail around your clit. As you shudder, he latches on, focusing all of his attention into that one spot.

He’s not interested in exploring, like a lot of other guys, oh no. He found this spot and he’s going to stay there until you completely come undone for him. You’ll give credit where it’s due – and it is due. He’s a devil with his tongue.

He might be the devil himself, but that’s a note to take away for a different session.

As he obscenely sucks, you let out a series of high-pitched moans and continue to roll your hips on his face, your release fast approaching.

He chuckles at your neediness, the vibrations traveling through you, making your toes curl and the world comes crashing down as you bite your own lip, trying not to yell out profanities as you cum, drenching his mouth with your fluids as he laps around.

Naoya continues to hold onto your hips, preventing you from straying away as your legs shake and squeeze in around him, instinctively trying to suffocate him. He hums appreciatively of everything your body’s offered, likely boosting his already inflated ego, before loosening his grip, allowing you to move back to his chest to recover.

As he licks his lips, determined not to waste any of your essence, you scoot back further, the apex of your thighs resting on his hard dick. Teasing him, you roll your hips several times allowing yourself to grind on his length.

He groans, trying to grab your hips to lift you but you swat him away, set on maintaining your teasing, allowing the tip to brush against your entrance several times.

“Fuck! Just get on my cock already!” It was so nice when he was quiet while you were riding his face. Unfortunately now, his mouth isn’t busy doing the one good thing it could do.

Looking to the ground, you spot your discarded ascot and panties next to each other and get an idea. Leaning down, you grab the ascot first and gather his hands, swiftlet knotting the scarf around his wrists and lifting them over his head. There is an old radiator in your office next to the sofa, so you tie his hands to that.

“You stupid bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He scowls.

Realistically, he could easily break out of this restraint if he wanted to, but despite his angry words, he makes no effort to move as you tug on the fabric, making sure it will hold.

“I liked it better when you didn’t talk,” you state calmly, leaning down and grabbing the spit and cum filled panties from the ground.

“You worthless brat! You’re go-” he’s cut off by the crack of your palm meeting his cheek, the sound drowned out by the deep groan he emits. You take the opportunity of his distraction to shove the defiled panties into his mouth. His eyes widen in disbelief once again as the rest of his groan is muffled.

“Much better,” you sigh with relief, knowing you won’t have to listen to him again until you decide to remove the gag. Or if he gets impatient and breaks the restraints, but that’s a thought for if it happens.

Lifting yourself, you grab his cock and place the tip at your entrance, allowing yourself to slowly sink down.

“ Fuuuuuck ,” you whine at the feeling of being stretched and filled until your plush ass meets his hips.

Naoya would probably be saying something right now about how your pussy feels so good, but instead he lets out several loud stifled sounds as his eyes roll to the back of his head. You don’t bother starting off slow, instead you chase the high you were denied from his hands earlier, ruthlessly riding his dick.

“Gonna use you like my own little fuck toy,” you grind your hips further into his, “how’s that make y-you feel, Zen’in? Hm?” You ask breathlessly, riding up and down his length, “does it make you f-feel worthless? Like less of a man?”

Looking him over, his pupils are blown, filled with lust and loathing as you roll your hips, finding the angle that provides you with the most pleasure. His cheeks are pink, extending across his nose to the tips of his ears, and down to the top of his chest. Lips are kiss swollen and black eyeliner smudged around his eye from sweat, hair sticking to his forehead.

Once you find your rhythm you decide to give another resounding slap to his other cheek, so both sides match as he grunts with pleasure. Letting your hands fall to his shoulders, he fucks into you as you drag your nails down his chest with each thrust, hard enough to leave marks, you’re sure.

Trailing your hands up your body to your breasts, you message them as your nipples harden, pinching and rolling them between your fingers. Naoya hums in delight watching intently while your slick coats his length, covering his balls.

As his cock rubs against the sensitive spot on your insides, your breath quickens and legs shake beneath you each time your clit brushes against his groin with every roll of your hips. It doesn’t take long for the waves of pleasure to course through your body.

He thrashes against the radiator forgetting his hands are tied as you cream on his cock for the first time, clamping around him so hard you might as well be trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

Which isn’t a lot, in your opinion.

“How do you like being the bitch for once?” You pant; this spurs him on to adjust his legs and pulls his arms, still connected to the radiator. He bucks his hips up several times eliciting several moans from you as his cock kisses your cervix in the most delicious way.

“Tell me, pretty boy, what is it you really want?” you question, genuinely wanting to know since he treats everyone like they’re beneath him. This is supposed to be a therapy session after all, so might as well see what you can get out of him, right?

He tries to speak, but it’s muted due to the panties so you remove them and toss them aside. He pants, trying to catch his breath as his hips piston hard and deep, punctuating each point.

“Someone to obey,” thrust , “and someone to ruin,” thrust .

You yelp with each of his thrusts, trying to make a mental note to remember his answer for a later session. You continue to erratically bounce on him, meeting each of his steady thrusts with a loud slap, skin on skin, filling your otherwise quiet workspace.

“Don’t cum,” he demands as he feels your pussy gripping around his cock.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” you shoot back, both hands on his chest as he continues to pump mercilessly into you until the coil in your stomach snaps and breaks, walls pulsating around him, vision blurred white as you cum around him.

The feeling of you clamping down causes him to bite his lip and arch his back; knowing he’s going to be cumming soon too, you quickly remove yourself from him sitting back on his thighs. His eyes widen as he looks at you like you’ve betrayed him – it’s bad enough you’re fucking him, but there’s no way in hell you’ll let him cum inside you.

You’ll never admit it to him, but he was a good fuck, maybe still not as good as Gojo would have been, but still good nonetheless, so you’ll let him cum.

“No way I’m gonna be stuck around you for years,” you explain as you grab his length, stroking vigorously until his eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out several deep strangled moans, pulling hard on the radiator, as his precious Zen’in seed covers his chest.

After you catch your breath, you remove yourself from his legs and search for your clothes on the floor. Finding the panties that are soaked in both your spit, you toss them into the trash under your desk; you’ll need to remember to empty that before you leave, so nobody accidently sees them.

“If you take anything away from this, it should be that you don’t need to be in charge of everything. You might be surprised just how freeing that can truly be.” You try to explain as you untie his hands; he continues to lay on the chaise, catching his breath rolling out his wrists, “you can use the bathroom over there to clean yourself and get dressed. Be back in five minutes for the rest of your session.”

“Fucking psycho bitch,” he mutters to himself as he begrudgingly stands and stalks off to the bathroom with his clothes while his cum drips from his chest down to his abdomen.

You decide to ignore his comment and choose to take a deep breath instead and get dressed too. After straightening your skirt and slipping your shoes back on, you take your seat across from the chaise once again.

When Naoya returns, seven minutes later, you note, he takes his seat. Looking him over, his cheeks are still tinged pink, hair more romantically tousled than dishevel-

Nope. Good god, get those thoughts out of your brain right now. This is not going to be a thing.

Sighing, you grab the legal pad from the coffee table between the two of you and click the top of the pen, ready to write. His session is over in about 20 minutes. Let’s see how painful we can continue to make this for him.

“So, Naoya, tell me about your mother.”

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katsuhagil-world · 1 year

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guys hear me out

zenin's compound got a piano

and what if... naoya spend some of his spare time to play that piano

OH MY-

imagine, you want him to teach you

you sat on and he standing behind you, then he lean down and show you how to play the tuts, HE REST HIS CHIN ON YOUR SHOULDER AND WHISPER

"remember the keys correctly"

DAMMIT DAMMIT I HATE HIM

I HATE HIM SO FUCKIN MUCH! 😭😭

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk naoya #jujutsu naoya #naoya zenin #zenin naoya x reader #damn he fine #imagine naoya was your husband #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #naoya headcanon #naoya can play piano???#OH DAMMIT TEACH ME HOW TO PLAY PIANO SIR #PIANO TUTOR NAOYA #YAAAAASSSSSSSS

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dab1-ex · 2 years

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Chapter 12

The Samurai

Paring: Choso x reader (Naoya x reader)

Synopsis: You’re in an arranged marriage with Naoya he may not seem like the prince charming but maybe a your knight may come saving you, his the Samurai Choso from the Kamo clan. Will he save you from this disaster you call a marriage or will Naoya change for the better or come to his demise as the worst.

Genre: Historical Au, drama

Warnings: smut, mentions of child birth, pregnancy, fluff, some sadness.

Taglist: @brownskinnedgirll @sweetshawty @eleventhdoctorsangel @simplycareless @gojocumslut @abba-simp @sonanie

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You looked around what was once your shared bedroom with Naoya. All your belongs backed away into the travel luggage that was placed safely in the carriage that would bring you and Choso to your new home.

You were about to dress in your kimono that you had kept aside, that you had prepared to wear for your departure.

Just as you were about to begin dressing you heard someone enter. You thought it would be Fujiko to help assist you one last time, but instead you were met with Naoya.

"You seem excited" he said as he walked in quietly sitting on the bed, that the two of you once shared.

"I suppose I am" you said giving him a soft smile.

"Excited to get away from me, some would say" Naoya said jokingly but he knew there was some truth to it.

You couldn't deny that you were excited to be leaving the zenin estate that lingered with feelings of dread and discipline; but you also could not deny the aching of your heart looking at your former husband.

"Shall I help you get dressed in your kimono" he stated, Naoya got up from the bed and picked up the kimono you had laid out to be worn.

He examined the kimono and noticed how similar it was to the one he had picked out for you back at the kamo estate, with its butterfly embroidery.

He carefully helped you slipped your arms in as he began tying the sashes.

Little words were exchanged between the two of you, to caught up in the moment of him once again dressing you.

When he started tying your obito you cracked the silence by asking him a question.

"What have you said to your Father? He must be upset" you said quietly hoping that he would be as somewhat understand as Naoya was currently being.

"Oh, my father" he said with a snicker.

"His livid" he said as you watch his laugh drop.

"Since I announced that I would be leaving you, his been in a foul mood. Called me an incompetent father-to-be, little does he know this kicking baby is not mine" Naoya said as he tried his best to make it sound light hearted, but you knew as much as he was trying to make the situation be a joke he was hurt by it.

But Naoya would survive just as he did before, you were the turning point of his world and now his world would just have to learn how to exist without it.

When Naoya was done helping you dress in your kimono, he took a few steps back to examine his work.

"You look good" he said giving you a smile.

"Thank you" you said quietly, returning a smile towards him.

He looked upon you in the beautiful red kimono with the intricate white butterflies that adorned the sleeves, and then looked back at your face and realized that even this beautiful kimono was nothing when compared to you.

"We should hurry this sentimental moment...Choso is waiting" Naoya said through gritted teeth.

He was happy to have you be with the man you love but it did ignite a spark of jealousy towards the man.

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You carefully walked to the carriage, like a bride walking down the aisle to her groom. You compared the moment to when you first walked down the aisle towards Naoya, you remember feeling scared that day unsure, but not in this moment, you were happy and very sure of what you were getting yourself into.

And Choso smile as he saw you only reassured those feelings.

When you reached Choso you gave him the biggest smile you could muster.

You were finally genuinely happy, your child would be with his father and you would be with the man you loved, it was a heart warming moment for the two of you.

Fujiko stood on the far left behind Naoya as the two of them observed you. Fujiko with her teary eyes trying not to cry to loudly, scared that it would upset Naoya.

Naoya could obviously hear Fujiko wails, but he would not barret her about it; if he was allowed to he too would be wailing.

You turned to look to Naoya and saw Fujiko running towards you. Fujiko didn't care if this was unlady like she wanted to hug her friend before she left her to live a new life.

Fujiko ran into your arms, as her tear continued to fall.

"My Lady, I-I sha-all miss you so much" Fujiko said threw muffled tears as she continued to cry into your shoulder.

"Don't waste tears Fujiko. I'll miss you too" you said trying to restrain your own tears.

"When I give birth I'll need a lady to help me; and I was hoping you'd be that lady to assist me" you said with a small smile as Fujiko pulled away from your hug.

Her eyes became wide and her mouth slightly open, in a faint shock until the words settled in her mind and her face grew into a massive smile.

"Oh yes my lady! Of course I'll help you and your child" Fujiko said now replacing her teary filled hug with a joyous one.

Fujiko let go of you as she became excited with the future that the two of you would be reunited soon, and no less to assist the child she was anxiously awaiting to meet.

Naoya unlike Fujiko was unsure if he'd ever see you again. He slowly walked towards the you and Fujiko slowly placing a hand on her shoulder.

Fujiko became startled by Naoya's presence as he had told her that he was not one to wish well on others departures.

Fujiko moved away, to allow Naoya to come to speak with you.

"Sorry Naoya-sama" Fujiko said walking to the side to allow the two of you to talk.

Choso had also vanished from your side sensing that Naoya would have his last moment with you at the Zenin Estate.

Perhaps that was one of the many reasons you fell for Choso, he was kind and thought rationally. Many men would oppose the idea of a former significant other to speak to their beloved, but Choso allowed it hoping it would bring closure to Naoyas heart.

"Well you're finally leaving" Naoya said with a small laugh as to keep a friendly nature with you.

"Well I don't know who shall be making me tea in the morning anymore" Naoya said causing you to laugh.

Naoya just admired your laugh as you seldom did laugh around him, and when you did it felt as if a thousand bubbles had been released into the sky.

"Perhaps you could find another" you said with a small smile, tilting yout head at Naoya.

Naoya new what you were implying, but his heart belonged to you and there was no other he could love, or at least his heart would never allow him to love another as he loved you.

"Tea won't taste the same unless you make it"

"Well then perhaps you'll have to visit sometime so that I could make you tea" you said keeping the smile on your face.

"It wouldn't be fair on Choso, having another man intrude on his wife's tea making"

"Well I'd still like you to come over, when ever you feel fit" you said, you didn't want to push Naoya away it would be wrong, as much pain your marriage caused you didn't think the punishment of complete distance was necessary for the two of you.

"Alright then I shall hold you to your word" Naoya said nodding his head as a way of confirming his words.

You once again smiled at Naoya, opening your arms signalling for him to give you a hug.

And he did he didn't hesitate and he knew you probably sensed that he craved to have your touch one last time.

Held you tight and took in every second of your hug, it felt as if time had stopped and universe was centered around the two of you. You unraveled in your arms and he allowed himself to. He loved you.

When the two of you pulled away he saw the your wet lashes and you noticed his, the two of you hadn't even realized that you had been crying but it didn't feel like tears of sadness. It was as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulder even if it did leave a sting at first.

You said your last goodbyes to Naoya and carefully climbed into the carriage.

"You'll look after her won't you?" Naoya said now with a stern cold face towards Choso.

"Of course I will" Choso said keeping his calm composure.

"And you'll look after your son. Raise him to achieve greatness"

"I shall" Choso said as he continued starring at Naoya.

"Well then, thank you for your services Choso-san. Even if your services were stealing my wife" Naoya said in a matter of factly tone with the same stern expression on his face; which caused Choso to try his best to suppress his laugh.

"Sorry about that" Choso said trying to keep his composure.

"You're forgiven" Naoya said quickly trying to end the conversation.

Choso nodded his head and said his goodbyes and swiftly climbed into the carriage beside you.

Naoya watched as the carriage road off with the two of you to your new lives at the kamo estate.

His eyes began to tear slightly as he watched the carriage get further and further away.

Fujiko of course noticed his tears, and was slightly intrigued by them, as she had never seen him cry. The only emotions she had ever seen Naoya in was anger and narcissism.

"Naoya-Sama are you okay?" Fujiko asked.

"I'm perfectly fine, Fujiko" he responded with.

Fujiko watched as he continued to stare at the carriage ride off with you until his eyes were unable to see it anymore.

Fujiko mind became filled with the possibly that she would have to serve a new lady soon. She wondered if Naoya would have a new woman soon, or if he wouldn't. The thoughts kept buzzing in her mind and until she asked.

"Will you ever re-marry?" Fujiko said, she didn't mean for the question to come out, but she was so lost in her thoughts she hadn't realized she had let the question slip out.

"And have a woman try to sway me with her emotions. No thank you" Naoya replied.

And just like that Naoya was back to his former self Fujiko noted.

"Women these days don't know the proper etiquette, three steps behind it cannot be that difficult to remember" Naoya went on rambling as he began walking back to the quarters.

Fujiko followed behind rolling her eyes as she continued to hear him speak about all the troubles women caused. He was back to Naoya the misogynistic tyrannical fool who thought with the member between hus legs.

Fujiko gave a small smirk thinking about how much he changed in your presence and how grateful she was for that and she new that Naoya was only putting up appearances because she knew he was deeply affected by the love you had shown him.

And Naoya was grateful for that.

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Five years had past since you had left the Zenin Estate.

Hiroshi was now four. The young boy was watching his father train with his katana.

He watched as he swung the katana with such ease; he grabbed the stick he had dropped and began swinging it in the same way, but even the stick felt to heavy to lift above his head.

The man dropped his katana walking over to the young boy, who was just old enough to speak in full sentences.

"You're doing well Hiroshi, you'll be better than me in no time" Choso said as he picked his son up.

He carried the boy inside his living quarters, gently placing him on the ground as he watched Hiroshi run towards your figure.

"Herari, you're covered in sweat" you said as you looked over at Choso who gave you a guilty smile.

"Mama, me and Papa were training. He was swining the katana like that swoosh"

Herari said as he copied the actions your husband was making, swinging his hands around making noises to mimic the way Choso was swinging his katana.

"Oh wow" you said trying yout best to sound impressed to the boys words.

"You and Papa must be so hungry from all the training"

"I'm not hungry at all" Hiroshi said puffing his chest out trying his best to prove that noy even hunger could overcome him; ever since Choso had told Hiroshi about the life of a Samurai Hiroshi had tried to do his best to live that lifestyle.

"Well in that case, I guess Papa and I will have to eat all that takoyaki by ourselves" you said with a sigh, giving your best sad face.

The little boy began to get shuffle his feet and twiddle with his fingers. Takoyaki was the little boys favorite snack.

"I guess I can eat it only this one time" Hiroshi said trying his best to keep his Samurai stature.

"Oh! Thank you so much" you said as you watched the boy run to the chubdai as he began to eat the Takoyaki.

"His getting so big" Choso said as he walked behind you placing his head on your shoulder.

"It feels like only yesterday when he entered the world" you listened as Choso continued to speak.

Your mind drifted to the day Hiroshi came into the world....

All the pain you felt, was worth it in the end as you held the little boy in your arms. To see how much he looked like his father.

Even Fujiko was amazed at how much the little boy looked like Choso, when she had arrived to help you in the first few weeks after child birth.

"He even as his fathers birthmark across his nose" Fujiko said in bewilderment as she held the baby.

You laughed at Fujiko's words.

"Nonetheless your son is an extremely cute baby, my lady"

"Thank you, Fujiko" you said as she carefully handed you, your child.

Fujiko watched as your child's hands reached out towards you, instinctively knowing that you are it's mother.

You watched as Hiroshi's little mouth began opening and closing a sign that he was thirsty, you carefully drew back your yukata to allow you child to suckle on you.

"So how are things back the zenin estate?" You questioned.

"Well, the same I suppose. Very boring since you left my lady. The only interesting that had occurred was when one the cooks fell in love with a servant girl and ran away with her. Naoya of course replaced them the next day, so it wasn't as if the Estate was in a crisis" Fujiko said nonchalantly.

"How is he; Naoya?" You questioned. You hadn't heard from him since you had left four months ago. Perhaps he had another woman by now and was living the life he had always wanted for the two of you.

"He is well my lady" Fujiko said, she watched as you simply nodded and Fujiko continued speaking to calm the thoughts in your head.

"His still unmarried, doubt he ever will re-marry, my lady. He speaks about you still especially when one of the servant girls do something he doesn't like he says " If my wife was still here and she saw how you cleaned she'd leave me all over again" " Fujiko said causing you to laugh slightly. You could imagine Naoya saying that.

"You know, he claims you haven't changed him much, but everyone at the Estate knows his lying" Fujiko said speaking more informally.

Your smiled at the thought that you had brought some positive change to Naoya's life, even if it was for a brief moment. You were glad to be apart of the cause that changed his heart.

"I often find him sitting by the khoi pond, starring at the khoi fish, my lady" Fujiko said with a laugh, you smiled at her words, until the two of you interrupted by Herari's cries.

....

"You're daydreaming again (Y/N)" Choso said with a laugh.

"Sorry I was thinking about the day Hiroshi was brought into the world" you said as you continued to watch the young boy stuff his face.

"Soon we will welcome another" Choso said kissing your cheek, as his hands drifted to your seven month child that was growing within.

Choso turned you to face him as he left a kiss on your lips, and you returned the gesture by placing one back on his.

"Eww" Hiroshi said making gagging noise as he watched you and Choso.

The two of you laughed at Hiroshi's reaction.

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That night you struggled to fall asleep.

Choso noticed your struggle.

"My love are you alright?" Choso said sitting up looking down at your figure.

"I can't seem to get comfortable in bed" you said with sigh as you were becoming frustrated that you were unable to rest peacefully.

"Perhaps I could help" Choso said as he gently placed a kiss on your lips.

Choso began to kiss you lips and slowly moved down to your neck.

Your body became heated by his actions as your head became filled with butterflies.

"Choso" you moaned.

He slowly began moving his hands down your body until they rested between your legs.

Instinctively your opened your legs for him. Choso began massaging the inside of your thighs as you let out small sighs of pleasure.

Choso hands started working towards your womanhood, he slowly began to massage your clit watching your reactions.

You arched your back as your eyes closed with pleasure. Choso took this as a sign to insert a finger into your womanhood.

Choso began moving his finger inside you slowly, he watched as you breath began quicking and your eyes would fall down to where his finger was connected to your body.

"Choso please" you begged needing more from Choso.

Choso was not one to deny you of pleasure, he quickly rid himself of any article of clothing.

He placed himself between your legs. He began to palm his member, and you lifted your head as high as you could observing his ministrations.

The red tip that was leaking precum, made your womanhood leak. You needed him and he could tell.

Choso leaned down to your bump and placed a kiss on it, you smiled at Choso's actions.

You smile was quickly replaced with frown of pleasure as Choso inserted himself inside you.

He could feel the tightening of your walls as he pushed in deeper.

He began to thrust slowly, causing you to moan out his name. You were oversensitive due to your pregnancy and every drag of Choso's cock felt like electricity was running through your whole body.

You weren't sure how much longer you could take the dragging of his cock against you walls, but you knew you were close, so close only a few more drags of his cock and you'd be cumming.

"Choso, I-I can-t hold on an-ny long-er" you said as you felt yourself creaming around his member.

The sensation alone of you cumming around him was enough for Choso to cum. He filled you to the brim with his seed and Choso was positive that if you weren't already pregnant, he would've gotten your pregnant again tonight.

Choso carefully pulled out of you, as he collapsed down beside you.

"You think you'll be able to sleep now" Choso said as he tried to catch his breath.

You lightly slapped his bicep and giggled at his words, but sure enough the love making had put you to sleep.

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The next morning you had woke up before Choso. Stretched your body in bed trying your best not to disturb Choso as he continued to sleep.

When you felt ready to stand up, you made your way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Hiroshi as he would soon be up and would immediately start complaining about being hungry.

As you began preparing breakfast you noticed the flowers that Choso had given had nearly run our of water.

You picked up the vase and slowly started pouring water into the vase. You smiled at the flowers; ever since you had arrived at the kamo estate Choso would bring you flowers at the beginning of each week.

You had mentioned to him once how you enjoyed flowers and had thought he would forget about it, but clearly he had not.

You placed the vase back down on the table as you began to prepare breakfast. You enjoyed preparing your own breakfast as opposed to having it pre-made and eating in the dining hall with everyone else.

It felt more intimate to share your first meal with your family and you enjoyed how Choso would speak to Hiroshi in the mornings; how Choso would poke fun at Hiroshi's messy hair causing the two to picker and you'd have to resolve the argument.

These moments you enjoyed with your family, and yout love for Choso only grew more each day.

You could only imagine what Choso could be dreaming of in these early hours while you prepared breakfast.

But if Choso could show you he would, he often dreamt of you, how the prophecy his mother had told him as a child had come true. He would dream of giving up his katana in return to recieve you floating down towards him like a goddess.

And if he was able to show you his dreams of where you were the goddess he had so longed for he would show you instantly.

But alas he could not and would have to show you by doing all he could in the real world to prove it, from giving you a new bouquet of flowers every week to starring at you intently with much admiration while you spoke about anything and everything.

You were Choso's fate.

And he was your Samurai.

You hoped that whatever Choso was dreaming about would bring joy to his heart, just as he brought joy to yours.

All the way back the Zenin estate Naoya stood by the khoi pond as he watched the fish splash about. He had began taking a liking to early morning walks to the pond, to enjoy the quietness before the day would begin.

He had received word of your second pregnancy, and was happy that you and Choso were able to conceive another. He was happy for the two of you even if his heart wished to have you.

Naoya knew Choso would love you to the end of times. When Naoya was younger his mother told him tales of a Samurai that would give up his honour for the love of a woman, and he had watched that tale come to reality.

Naoya would always remember you, as you held the key to his heart. He would be the husband you once had and Choso was the husband whom your heart loved he was ...

Your Samurai.

Just a side thought, I wanted to maybe write a one-shot epilogue type of thing where Naoya visits (y/n) and the kids to babysit just like a fun type of thing pure fluff.

Well then that's the end of this series it was really fun to make, I hope you all enjoyed it.

Let me know🌸

Thank you guys for all the support and for reading 💗

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Kinky Friday 💕 choking with Naoya 🫶

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He finally reached his final form

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Guys…… my sister LOVES this man, but me personally, I think he’s a pussy ass bitch but I said my requests are open so I guess I will grace her with my skills. Also for my naoya haters read this! You might like the ending - BeBe🧘🏾‍♀️

“I’m so happy you dumped his sorry ass (y/n). That limp dick really didn’t deserve you.” Maki says.

“Yeah I have no idea what you saw in that pussy.” Mai adds.

“I have no idea either, honestly, my last straw was when he literally came and left me all disgusting feeling, with no sense of relief. He was selfish not only in life but in the bed as well.” I state.

Mai and Maki have a older cousin named Naoya who I thought was charming…… at first. They tried to warn me about him, but he acted so nice. He masked his true intentions so well that all his big red flags were starting to look so small and beautiful, I mean red is my favorite color.

But after the 4 month mark, his porcelain smooth mask started to crack and crumble, only to show his true disgusting intentions.

First strike- Naoya and I were out shopping and it was going realllyyyy well, I was really starting to fall for the guy but I noticed while I was trying to walk next to him he started to speed up. ‘huh weird.’ I thought. Maybe it was fluke! So I tried it again…. And he all but gently pushed you back. “(Y/n) you know that a woman is supposed to follow a man, not lead them, or work next to them. Meaning you stay towards my rear.” That shocked me, Naoya never talked to me like that. But I ignored it.

Second strike- Naoya and I were out in public once again. He decided to take me to a very nice restaurant. I was happy. But once again that happiness came to a halting stop. The waitress of the restaurant was a cute girl, traditionally Japanese, short cut with bangs, small stature and big beautiful eyes, and the cherry on top she was quit. Naoya ate that shit up. “See (y/n) that is exactly who you should strive to be!” He shouts randomly. And I just sat there shocked…. And embarrassed. “Where did this come from Naoya?” “You’re getting too big (y/n) your not that attractive anymore, and you’re never presentable, you could also try to be more traditional.” He scoffs, and all you could do was silently cry.

And strike 3 was the hump and dump. You. We’re. Done. With. His. Shit. And he had no say in this fucking break up, why? Because you didn’t let him get a single word in. And that was exactly why Naoya was so enraged. How dare a lowly women scuff his reputation like this. He was never the dumpie but the dumper!! “IF THAT BITCH THINKS SHES WON THAN SHES GOT ANOTHER THING COMING!” he yelled.

That girl was nothing but a cum dump, a whore, a tool for self relief, but she fought back and she prevailed! Call after call, text after text. Naoya would do anything to get her back, only to use her and show her who the fuck she was messing with. But she never answered, never text back, and she even blocked him on everything. He was livid and she was loving every second of it.

“YEAH FUCK THAT BITCH ASS NIGGA!” She yelled finally free of all the trickery, the fuckery, and worst of all the hoe-ary. She was livin it up, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

2 months pass and (y/n) was better than ever. Maki, Mai, Nobara, and her all were fuckin it up in some club with no care in the world. Suddenly the song All to you by Sabrina Claudio came on (no joke listen to this bitch right now) and the whole group already new what timing (y/n) was on….. demon time. (Y/ns) body had a mind of its own, rocking back and forth, slowly grinding against a new found warmth on her.

She started to stop and look back at the foolish mortal who’d dare to fuck up her vibe, when a strong hand gripped her jaw growling a deep “keep going.” And that is just what she did. The strangers hand slowly started to travel down from her jaw to her neck, lightly squeezing it, only for their hands to move back up her face. The stranger than wove his hands into her hair tightly gripping it, while grinding his now twitching clothed tip into her barley covered hot pussy. (I feel kinda awkward writing this shit)

Her skirt made for easy access as the stranger slowly trails his free hand from her stomach to her now dripping cunt. His big fingers start to bully their way into her. “Dude we’re literally on a dance floor.” She says voice barley a whisper. “I know, but that makes you wet, doesn’t it slut.”

There it is…. That voice… you know that bitch ass voice. Your head snaps t words the man who’s currently knuckles deep inside of you right now, only to see the one thing you were dreading to see. Your ex.

But you didn’t scream, or cry, or tell him to get away from you. All you did was say, “follow me Naoya.” In which he follows. You both end up in one of the clubs private rooms and let’s just say…. Y’all wasted NO time.

Teeth clashing together, hair being pulled, bitting, spitting, all of the above is happening. Naoya lifts (y/n) up and lines himself up with her and slammed up into her. She loudly gasps and tears start to form, after all it has been a while. A long drawn out fuck was uttered by Naoya, he was going to enjoy this. But before he got to continue his way, you pushed all your wait on him and slammed him on the bed. “I think it’s my turn, right baby boy.” All he could do was nod much to his dismay.

You don’t start off slow, you repeatedly slam yourself on Naoyas dick over and over again, you even decided to give him a show by twearking on that dick. Naoya didn’t know what to do, he never fucked you like this before, you were fucking the shit out of him!

“Pls stop *sob* pls *hick* I can’t take it” he pleads and that just makes you want to go even faster. “IM GONNA COME” he yells, but before he can finish, you hop off his cock. “What the fuck is wrong with yo-“ you then proceeded to sit all the way in that Niggas face and rode him silly.

Naoyas hips start bucking up as you ride his face. “Yeah fucking take it, be a good boy and finish off master ok? Yku can do that right?” You ask. He frantically nods his head …. Or tried to at least. You treated this shit like a rodeo and just keep going. Finally your orgasm creeps up on you and you finally cum by naoya, he greedily laps it up like a little dog trying to impress its owner. “My turn right master? Right!” He asks cock super swollen and big. “Nah I’m to tired.” You state. “I’m gonna head out first, but don’t worry I’ll call an Uber for you or smt.” You say walking out of the private room leaving a broken Naoya, his pride damaged but worst of all his dick was stopped up and you weren’t going to do anything to help.

AND YOU LOVED IT

Yo yo yo it’s BeBe this is my first time writeing smut so it’s cringe but yku got to try to improve so it’s whatever. Can y’all tell I hate this man, because I can go back and edit more of anger if you want. Also I hope you liked the ending I’m actually not a big fan of the misogyny thing in some blogs, I just want one blog where (y/n) fight back so I thought why don’t I just do it! And now we’re here anyways love yallll- BeBe out💃🏾

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