#naoya zenin x fem! reader

[sukirichi]

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍’𝐈𝐍

— in which naoya zen’in feels an unfamiliar emotion when someone else looks at his wife and has to deal with it through other methods.

cw. smut, minors dni. dilf! naoya. possessive! naoya. breeding kink. face fucking. orgasm denial. pussy eating. rough sex. creampie. aftercare and fluff in the end bcos we love dilf! naoya

note. thank you for @starryshinigami45 for commissioning me! i enjoyed writing the fic a lot and this fueled my naoya brainrot again <33

It’s not always that your husband, Naoya Zen’in, can personally attend his son’s annual parent-teacher meeting. As the clan leader and a special grade one sorcerer, he has other, more pressing matters to attend on. His son understands this, and you never complained. Not once have you questioned his absence either in the knowledge Naoya rarely got any proper rest with how demanding his duty as a sorcerer is, but today would be different.

Your son, Naori, is already six and in first grade. Six years of his lovely son being here in this world and this would be his first parent-teacher meeting. And as the head representative of the mighty Zen’in Clan, Naoya showed up dressed to the nines in a custom-tailored suit, genuine Italian Ferragamo leather shoes, and dark shades resting atop his nose. He is every bit the image of a man who had it all in the palm of his hands. The man who fathers wished to be in their prime, the man that wives shamelessly stared at as he brushed his hair back—you could tell pride swelled his magnanimous ego.

After all, he was no stranger to his beauty.

Pampered at such a young age and trained diligently to whatever ‘perfection’ meant as an image to the Zen’in Clan, Naoya exudes elegance with every step. He emits jealousy from everybody he walks past—unsuspecting that he, too, would be subjected to such a vile, green emotion he wishes he would never experience. At a meeting, no less.

As soon as the parent-teacher meeting finished, the kids scrambled everywhere to play. Chaos would have erupted into the room if their watchful parents weren’t surveying their other move. Thankfully, Naori has always been behaved and was content quietly playing with his cars while he rested against his father’s leg, leaving you to discuss to Mr. Sato about Nari’s condition in school.

You would have loved to watch the cute father and son duo more if the teacher hadn’t hovered in front of you already.

“Your son is doing extremely well in school. He’s such a bright, young boy,” Mr. Sato compliments, clearly basking in the attention you direct towards him.

Mr. Sato... for simpler terms, never bothers to hide how he fancies you. Ever since the first day when you took Naori to school and he laid eyes on you, a day wouldn’t pass where he didn’t strike a conversation with you. And you, deferential as ever, have no valid reason to ignore him when he always makes your son the topic before it revolves back to you—and the constant curiosity on where your infamous husband is.

Although Naoya knew better you looked at no one else but him, and you were simply ridiculously polite to a fault, you could hear him scoff from the background.

Your husband’s hot stare burned holes at the back of your head.

“Oh, thank you. I’m glad to hear my son is doing well.”

“Well, I can see where his brilliance comes from. He has such a beautiful and attentive mother supporting him,” the man’s eyes darken in approval, tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “It’s always nice seeing you here, Mrs. Zen’in.”

“Mr. Zen’in is here, too,” a smooth, velvety voice cuts through the air. Naoya’s agile movements cut through the air until your husband stands next to you, his strong cologne washing over your senses like a comforting blanket despite his menacing stare. The man, who he soon learns is his son’s homeroom teacher, wears the look of horror. His gaze zeroes in the possessive hand resting at the small of your back. You’re unbothered by this, simply leaning into your husband’s familiar warmth that your scent nearly calms him down. Just by a little bit. He’ll try to act more civil for yours and your son’s sake. “Sato-sensei, was it?”

“Y-Yes, sir. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I...I didn’t think you’d ever come, you were always missing out on your son’s special events.”

“Naoya, this is Naori’s homeroom teacher. He’s been wanting to meet you for a while now.”

A handsome smile tugs his lips into a more genuine one at the sound of your voice. Sending you a soft glance, Naoya’s arm snakes around your waist and squeezes there. A blatant show of reminding this teacher that you were Naoya’s wife—not anyone else’s woman.

“I see. Now that I’ve met you, Sato-sensei, I’ll be switching my son to a different class. I don’t want him under the supervision of a man who doesn’t know that married women are not available for his taking. How unprofessional,” he snickers, tipping his head in the direction of the door before calling out for his son. “Let us go.”

Quickly saying goodbye to his friends, little Naori bounces up to his father’s leg and asks to be carried. Normally, Naoya wouldn’t have carried him. He thinks Naori should be a big boy by now, but deep down, he feels uneasy at the thought his son was growing up too fast and immediately bundled the boy in his arms.

“Daddy, is it true? Are you moving Naori to a different class?”

Brushing his son’s hair back, he nods. “Yes. Daddy wants the best teacher for you, and Sato-sensei isn’t good enough. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure you’ll make friends easily at your new class.”

“But Daddy...” pouting, Naori’s cheek rests on Naoya’s chest as he fights back tears. “I’m already happy with my classmates. ‘Don’t wanna go.”

Before he could open his mouth to speak, a gentle hand caressed his arm. You sit next to him and flutter your eyelashes prettily—perfectly aware that Naoya is much weaker than he let on. Sure, he thinks of himself highly, but he is too madly in love with you far more than he believes he was capable of. Sometimes he even thinks you must have put a curse on him for him to be this weak for a woman’s pleading gaze (his words, not yours.)

You just need to work your charm.

“Naoya, darling, can we at least talk about this? You can’t move Naori from a different class just like that. You have to consider his feelings, too. You know our son has a hard time adjusting to different environments and it’s already the middle of the school year.”

However, no matter how putty he is—no matter how much he was at the absolute mercy of your hands—he will never show you that. He is Naoya Zen’in. Strong, dominant, and a powerful man who doesn’t bow to anyone. The most he could do is hear you out to keep his facade, when in reality, Naoya is rather compliant to your requests. Even more so with Naori’s pleas, but the little boy never asks for much.  

“Are you trying to change my mind so you can keep visiting that teacher?”

“What?” you frown, wondering what made him come to that conclusion when your shoulders sag at the realization. Your husband is jealous. It should’ve been obvious, but to be accused of such has you crossing your arms against your chest. “Is this what this is about?”

Naoya gives you a firm look. “We’ll talk later when we get home.”

The slight arch of his brow tells you otherwise. Not much words are spoken when you arrive home, little Naori swept away by the nannies upon seeing the sour expression on Naoya’s face, the deep scowl on his lips—lips that were now latched at the column of your neck as he rudely shoves you against a wall. His hand acts as cushion so you wouldn’t be hurt, and your breaths come out laboured. Whines of his name as you tug at his hair echo in the deadly silent Zen’in Estate who left you both at their own devices.

“You’re being such a brat, you know that?”

“Whatever do you mean by that?” you tease, only to have your smirk ripped away when Naoya unclasps your bra with one hand. Dress now ripped and the remains shoved under your tits. Tipping your head back, you let your husband ravage you as he pleases—smooth hands tweaking your erect nipples until you keen, his hot tongue dancing with yours in a fast, intense rhythm you knew he likes. His erection grazing at your thigh was proof of this.

You pull away from him as you breathe hard. “N-Not here, love, in the bedroom. People could see—”

Your words fall into deaf ears. “Let them see. Let them know you’re mine.”

“I already am yours—” Naoya presses a palm against your mouth. His eyes warned you to be quiet, meaning you were only allowed to moan, beg, call out for his name—anything else and you would be severely punished. Whether that means being on your knees until your jaw aches or your merciless husband pleasuring you into overstimulation, you’ve learned your lesson enough to know keeping these pretty lips shut was the best decision.

“See?” he smirks, “Not so hard to just stand there and be good, little slut, right?”

You nod, never once breaking eye contact as he pushes a finger in your mouth. Tongue greedily lapping at another digit. Eyes rolling at the back of your head as the remnants of your houndstooth Balmain dress are shredded. It’s a beautiful dress, too—one of your favourites—but you couldn’t care about the price when Naoya was leaving kisses everywhere. From your jaw, to your collar, the sides of your breasts, and your hips. His hands followed not long afterwards, squeezing the flesh of your ass when you felt teeth graze at your skin.

“I should mark you up,” he whispers breathily, slowly dropping down to his knees. His breath begins to hover at your pussy covered in lace. “Then I’ll make you strut around everywhere with these hickeys in sight—that should tell people you’re mine, yeah?”

“N-Naoya, don’t, please, we have dinner with your family too—”

He pushes a prodding finger against your walls, warm lips sucking on your pelvic bone. “Shh,” your husband coos like he isn’t knuckle deep into you right now. Your hands clutch at his hair being the only leverage you have for standing upright, legs shaking and a fist balled against your lips to keep the lewd sounds in. Heavens forbid anybody walk in on you right now.

“Just let me make you feel good, love. I’d fill you up so nice and get you pregnant again, hm? How’s that sound? You’d make a happy daddy of two, beautiful children.”

You could barely think straight.

Your legs spread apart by themselves as your knees grow weaker by each minute. Meanwhile, your husband stares at you innocently from below—grinning the lower his lips travels and tongue peeking out to experimentally lick at your clit. One flick of his tongue, and you’re done for.

Adding another finger, Naoya curls them in and out of you. His fingers are longer and thicker than yours that he reaches places in you that only he could find. He’s memorized your body enough to know which spot to press harder on, which pace you like—which is always hard and fast before he scissors you in a sensual manner. When your chest falls forward and droplets of sweat fall on his hand, Naoya pumps in faster out of you. The pornographic sounds of slick dripping all over his hand are like music to your ears. His loud, greedy slurping like he’s a starved man desperate for pussy twists your insides for an impending orgasm.

You squeezed tight around him, calling out his name, begging for a release.

And just as you’re about to cum, your husband pulls his fingers out. Leaving you shaking by yourself as your fully-dressed husband stands back to his full height, his face drenched into your juices stretching into a grin.

“I... Naoya, why...?”

You couldn’t even form coherent sentences anymore.

“What?” licking off his fingers one by one, he chuckles. “Did you think I would let you cum that easily? After you flirted with that man? Who knows what could’ve happened if I wasn’t there. the way he looked at you was shameless.”

“I don’t even like him, Naoya. You’re my husband, and...and—”

“And?”

He knows where this is going. You’re always like this—riling him up like you’re begging to be punished and teased to countless failed orgasms. It isn’t his fault anymore if you cry while you lay on his lap, his large hands leaving marks on your ass because you just wouldn’t behave. Naoya is an impatient man, and you are cunning to always push his buttons but you were all bark, no bite. The moment he has his fingers, tongue, or his fat cock shoved in you in whatever hole he likes, you lose all will to fight back.

Go ahead, his smile taunts you, tell me what you want. Sometimes, if he feels generous enough, he might just grant whatever his pretty wife wishes for.

“And... you’re the only one I want.”

Looping his damp fingers around his tie, you watch as your husband stretches the muscles of his neck and throws his tie to the ground. “What exactly do you want from me, hm?” His belt follows next. Breathing hard, you lean against the wall to brace yourself while Naoya cups his hardness through his pants. It pokes against the fabric like a third leg. Inviting you to touch it, to touch him, to envelope his cock in the warmth of your mouth or the softness of your walls while he fuckes you into tomorrow. “You want this, wife? Want my cock? Tell me, because you’re drooling right in front of me and I need you to speak up with your big girl words.”

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, please, what?”

“Yes, Daddy. I want your cock so bad.”

“Good,” he pulled out his cock from its confines. Despite being married for years, you are still be in awe at his sheer length and size—the thickness enough for it to hurt if you weren’t prepped enough, and long enough that the tip of his cock kisses your most intimate parts and makes love to you in ways the wind was knocked out of your lungs. “Get on your knees, then. Say sorry that you made me jealous. I bet that you were even doing it for purpose to get my attention, yeah?”

Denying his allegations, you scramble to your knees obediently. Humiliation washing over you as your husband snickers above you, using his hand to tap his cock and spread the pre-cum all over your face.

“Wanna write my name on this pretty face,” he muses out loud. A sadistic grin etched onto his face. “I’ll fuck your mouth so hard it will only remember how to scream my name.”

If there is one thing you love and hate at the same time about Naoya, it’s how he stops at nothing when he decides on a goal. So if he says he would fuck your mouth that hard, you need to prepare yourself for his virility.

Bracing yourself as you breathe through your nose and nails digging into his thigh, his cock pushed through your lips. A stain of red tattooed all over his base. Your eyes shut itself from the oncoming tears. His hands cradle the back of your skull as his knees bend, cock hitting the back of your throat and his groans resonating loud against the empty hall.

Naoya is so hell bent on proving his point that he keeps going even as you make gagging noises around him, your juices dripping onto the floor the more you witness the beauty of the man before you. How you are the one giving him so much pleasure his perfectly styled hair falls out of place. Lips curled into a sneer and his balls slapping harshly against your chin.

Never mind that you can barely breathe when your husband’s seconds away from reaching seventh heaven.

“Say you’re sorry. Say it.”

“Nghhr- suh-ree—”

“Ah, fuck!” Naoya pulls his cock out. Your hands immediately caress your neck, feeling it grow sore by the next minute that you fail to notice how your husband has grabbed you by the waist, pushing you down to a nearby table before pulling your ass close to his cock.

“Oh, yeah, just like that...”

Naoya slips inside easily thanks to your previous almost orgasm. He fucks hard into you that your arms damp with sweat keeps sliding across the table, uncaring that your nails left scratches across the surface. Naoya only cares about how you wiggle your ass to meet him thrust by thrust.

Whipping your head to stare at him with lidded eyes, Naoya’s movements grow hastier by the second, and how could he not? You look like a hot mess. Mouth hanging open and garbled moans falling from your lips because you couldn’t speak anymore from how good it felt, how thick his cock filled you up and your nipples achingly hard when your upper body drags along.

“F-Fuck, I’m going to make you pregnant again,” he claws against your hips, “Want you to give me another kid so bad. Your belly so swollen—you’ll be such a pretty mommy, hm? What do you think?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Can’t even speak right anymore?”

A harsh slap meets your booty.

Crying out, your tears form a small puddle on the table as Naoya chuckles breathlessly behind you. He sets a relentless pace until you turn limp before him, fucked out to a state where all you could focus on is the cock pounding in and out of you until a familiar coil tightens in your belly.

Reaching for the arms behind you, you whimper out his name—a sign you’re cumming and need his kisses. Albeit rolling his eyes like he hates it, your husband leans down and meets you for a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. It’s more tongue and teeth than lips actually moving against each other—Naoya groaning deep into his chest as he, too, grows dangerously close.

You can’t stop moaning about how good it feels. Asking him to go harder, faster, to cum inside you and make you a mommy.

Your promise of making him a daddy once again is all it took for Naoya to cum.

Teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle his groans, your husband squeezed your ass. His thick, warm cum spilling inside you. Loads and spurts of it flow out even as he refuses to pull out. He stays there until his cock slowly softens—the kisses he spreads on your shoulder and hair just as tender before he replaces his cock with two fingers.

“Naoya, no more—”

“Just making sure it takes,” he reassures, massaging the sore flesh of your abused hips. Once satisfied, your husband runs a bath with you and takes your face into his hands, foreheads pressed against each other. “Was I too rough on you, love? I’ll give you a full body massage afterwards...”

“It’s okay. I enjoyed it, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Hmm,” pecking your lips, Naoya releases a low chuckle. “I’m sorry I got jealous and took it out on you. I know you were loyal and would never do that. I was just... well, I love you so much. Hate it when someone else looks at you.”

You roll your eyes at him, but smile anyway. “Oh, please. You just wanted a reason to fuck me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Maybe I did,” eyes glinting with mischief, your husband turns off the shower running and runs his soapy hands all over your body. The tension in the room spiking once more as he brushes his nose against your neck. “Perhaps...one more round to make sure I really become a daddy again?”

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[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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what a woman enjoys

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ʚ Naoya Zen'in x Fem Reader ɞ

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❥Summary: You are in an arranged marriage with Naoya Zen'in. He's never cared about your pleasure before, but one argument leaves him wondering what you enjoy in bed. He decides to find out what the answer is.

❥Word Count: 1.7k

❥CW: fem reader (reader has a vagina, referred to as "wife" and "girl"), smut, fem masturbation, penetration, creampie, voyeurism, possible dubcon since reader doesn't choose to be married to Naoya

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"So this is what my little wife enjoys, huh?"

You swallowed thickly, fingers still rubbing incessantly on your clit. You were too nervous to look at him, choosing instead to keep your eyes squeezed shut.

"I asked you a question, and I expect an answer."

"Y-Yes! I… I like this…" you replied hesitantly, beyond embarrassed by your current predicament. You were bare naked on your shared bed, Naoya sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed while you sat in the center. You were spread eagle, allowing Naoya to watch you play with yourself, doing just what he demanded.

You wish you knew exactly what had caused this situation. You had heard some gossip from the maids about a conversation (or, rather, an argument) between Naoya and his cousin, Jinichi. Apparently, Jinichi had taken a woman to bed, and she was being so loud that Naoya had heard her when he got up in the middle of the night. Word has it that Naoya teased his cousin for "inviting a macaque" into his bed, and Jinichi replied by accusing Naoya of not recognizing a woman's screams of pleasure. This led to Jinichi accusing Naoya of not knowing how to please a woman at all, which of course led to a sparring match between the two that was less than lighthearted. The entire exchange was quite scandalous to the ladies who worked at the Zen'in estate, and they were chattering about it all afternoon.

You could only assume that your husband's pride had been severely wounded by the entire altercation. There was no other plausible explanation for why he would've stomped around the estate all evening up until you prepared for bed, no other reason for why he would've ordered you to strip naked and show him "what you enjoy in bed."

None of this was for you—you knew that—but you couldn't ignore the pleasure that was building in your core. You could feel your fingers begin to cramp up from how frantically they toyed with your clit. You were panting softly, trying not to make too much noise in your silent bedroom, fearing that your voice would travel through the thin fusuma. The last thing you needed was for someone to hear you in such a state.

Your fingers traveled lower, two digits pushing inside, searching for that gummy spot that made your toes curl.

Naoya had never bothered to please you in bed before. In his eyes, it was your job to please him, not the other way around. You were merely a warm hole for him to plant his seed; there was no purpose in bringing you pleasure (not that he could in the first place). It was safe to say that this situation was very random to you, completely out of nowhere (aside from his rumored conversation with his rugged cousin). If he had not acted like his usual stern self, you would've sworn he had gone mad.

You huffed in annoyance, unable to reach your g-spot with your own fingers. They just weren't long enough to reach that sweet spot inside you. You pulled your fingers out of your cunt with a sigh, moving them back to your clit instead. Your husband noticed your disappointment, resting his chin against his fist.

"What's the matter? Are your small, delicate fingers not enough?" Naoya teased, a smug grin spreading on his face.

"N-No… they're not…" you replied timidly. Naoya clicked his tongue in false sympathy.

"Poor little wife. Can't do anything without your husband, can you?" It took all your strength not to roll your eyes. He took your silence as an answer, chuckling quietly before leaning forward, patting the edge of the bed. "Come here."

You swallowed your pride and followed his command, scooting closer to the edge, your feet threatening to slip off the bed. Naoya hummed as you looked away in embarrassment, his hand trailing up your thigh as he examined you. He brought his hand to your cunt, his index finger pushing into you without warning, making you gasp.

"I don't believe I've ever seen you this wet before," he commented, pumping his finger in and out of your sopping cunt. "Is… is this normal for you… when you enjoy yourself?" he asked, the scarcest amount of insecurity in his tone. You sighed shakily when he added a second finger, nodding your head.

"Ye-Yes… yes, it is…" Naoya watched you closely before his eyes went back to your cunt.

"Hm. Strange." His fingers curled momentarily, making you gasp. Naoya took notice of your reaction, repeating the action, curling his fingers up into your g-spot again. You let out a moan this time, clenching around his fingers. Naoya's eyes widened, his gaze zeroing in on where his fingers disappeared inside you. He pushed them in and out of you for a few moments before adding a third finger, spreading you wide and making you keen. Your fingers kept working your clit all the while, moving faster, chasing your high.

"You're quite eager, aren't you?" He didn't wait for you to reply, pumping his fingers into you faster. "Sucking in my fingers like a cock-hungry slut. Who knew that my wife could be such a whore?"

"I-I'm sorry," you breathed, apologizing on instinct. Naoya chuckled, his free hand squeezing the underside of your thigh.

"It's alright, dear. You're only this way for your husband, right? You only get this needy for me, don't you?" You bit back an aggravated groan, nodding instead.

"Y-Yes… only you, Naoya."

"That's right," he breathed, pressing into your g-spot again. "You're only a slut for me, no one else."

"Naoya… p-please—"

"Don't whine. It's unbecoming." You shut your mouth, biting your lip when he removed his fingers. He stood up, peeling away at his clothes as he stared down at you. You kept still while he undressed, soon coming face to face with his erect cock. "Move back."

You followed his orders, scooting back to the center of the bed again. He followed you, crawling over your frame. He suddenly grabbed the backs of your knees, pushing your legs back, making you fall down to the bed.

"Hold your legs back," he demanded. You did as he said, holding onto the backs of your thighs. Naoya's eyes roamed over you, drinking you in as he breathed deeply. He sat up on his knees, stroking his cock languidly. He crawled closer a moment later, towering over you, his cock pressing at your entrance. He smirked to himself when he felt your entrance suck at the head of his cock, soon pushing into you with a sharp hiss.

"Shit—why are you so—fuck!" He continued to curse under his breath as he pushed into you, bottoming out soon enough. His cock felt a lot different when you were aroused, the fit snug instead of painful. This was probably the first time you could actually enjoy having his cock inside you.

"Naoya—"

"Shut up," he groaned, pulling out and thrusting back in, starting a reasonable pace. "I don't want to hear you complaining. You're going to take what I give you."

"O-Okay," you mumbled, already panting. His thrusts weren't too fast, but they were hard, his hips slapping loudly against yours.

"Fuck, yeah, fucking take it. You greedy slut, sucking me in—fuck!" he snarled above you, eyes squeezed shut as he thrust into you. Maybe he was trying to imagine you were someone else. You couldn't say that you cared; you had often done the same.

Your pussy squelched loudly, squishing and slurping with each roll of his hips. The added lubrication made his cock feel so much better than it did in the past. His dick filled you so well, your slick allowing him to thrust without difficulty, causing pleasure instead of the usual pain. You could feel pressure building deep inside you, growing with each smack of his hips against yours. You bit your lip, releasing one of your legs and moving your hand to your cunt, rubbing your clit to speed up your orgasm.

"What do you think you're doing?" You froze, nervously looking up at Naoya who slowed his thrusts for a moment.

"I… I just—"

"You think you can do better than me?" he snarled, pushing your hand away and replacing it with his own. "As if you could please yourself better than your husband."

His thumb circled your clit as his hips picked up speed again. You mewled, hips curling to meet his, and he smiled at the action.

"Look at you, bucking your hips into me like a filthy whore. You like all this, don't you?" You hummed quietly, but Naoya seemed displeased with this response. He pulled his hand away to slap at your ass, making you yelp. "Answer me when I ask you a question."

"Yes! Yes, I-I like it, I like it—oh, Naoya, I'm gonna c-cum—"

Naoya laughed breathlessly above you, almost in disbelief. His hand returned to your cunt, moving in time with his thrusts. You hadn't cum in so long that this sudden onslaught of attention sent you hurtling over the edge. Your nails dug into your legs, cunt pulsating as you came.

"Shit—what is—oh fuck—"

Naoya braced himself above you so he wouldn't collapse. You felt warm liquid filling you up as you came down from your high, his hips jolting into yours, twitching as he emptied his balls inside you.

The two of you stayed still for a minute, panting, composing yourselves. Naoya moved first, holding your hips down as he pulled out of you. You moaned softly at the sensation, letting him hold your legs apart and watch your combined fluids leak out of you.

"Not bad," he muttered to himself, watching his cum slip down between your ass.

"I… I'll go c-clean up," you offered, but Naoya kept a hold on you when you tried to get up.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked, looking up to see your reaction.

"Uh… yes. Yes, I enjoyed it very much." He hummed.

"I enjoyed it, too. I didn't know you were capable of getting so wet for me. In fact," he continued, returning his thumb to your clit, "I think I'll have you like this from now on."

"You… what—"

"From this day forward, you will return to the bedroom after dinner and touch yourself until I arrive. That way, you'll be nice and soaked for me. Do you understand?" You suddenly dreaded the next evening.

"Y-Yes, sir." He smiled, patting your thigh.

"Good girl. Now, get on your hands and knees. I'm not quite done with you yet."

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Naoya x Reader | 3.3k | 18+ only!

Includes: female!reader, femdom!reader, man ass getting ate, submissive!naoya (mostly).

Content Warnings: consensual sexual asphyxiation, blatant cheating, prostitution, casual sexism.

Part of the Jujutsu Journal collab hosted by @ayyy-pee, thank you so much for including me! A big thank you to @mysteria157 for beta'ing extensively for me, as well as a couple of my close friends, and a big happy birthday to (you know who you are)

Naoya hates the rain.

Even in the summer months it’s less refreshing to him and more of a nuisance- sticky, damp, and everywhere. It pitters and soaks into his clothes and he would have brought an umbrella- if this was a place where anyone cared about getting rained on.

It's not.

The hotel is dingy and not worthy of the sad little three star review rating it managed to gain. The pavement he steps over is cracked, and the entrance he steps through is worn. Whatever. It suits his needs, even if it makes his clothes stink. He’d never get recognized in this part of town.

He gives the front desk clerk a cursory glance- feeling snide at the state of his wrinkled shirt and miserably nonchalant disposition. Naoya doesn’t have to check in, nobody does here. But he drops cash on the desk and keeps walking, not caring if it’s too much or too little.

You had already texted him the room number. He wonders if a place like this even has an elevator.

He turns down the hall and is only mildly surprised to find that there is, indeed, an elevator, despite this place only having three stories. It’s got trace amounts of rust. It squeals when the doors slide open.

He glances at his watch, tapping the screen to pull up your text. 36. He scoffs to himself. You and your third floors. Something about feeling unsafe on the first floor, which is stupid. He’s never understood that about you.

He finds the room quickly, ignoring the fact that as he gets closer, his collar feels tighter. It’s been too long since he’s seen you. He swears he can smell your perfume over all the mildew in the disgusting sixty year old hallway carpet. The perfume was his choice, of course. A birthday gift. You had almost refused it, saying that you don’t take gifts from clients and blah blah blah. He’s not one to look a horse in the mouth, so he had made you suck his cock to earn it. It does smell good on you.

He knocks quickly, six short thuds on the door. He doesn’t bother to try the handle, he knows it’s locked. He gives a quick glance at the hallway around him when he hears the door unlock, and watches the handle turn.

“Mr. Zenin.” You greet him with a graceful smile. He rolls his eyes and walks past you into the room, not wanting to linger in the hallway.

“You’re late,” you accuse sweetly. “A half hour late, to be precise.”

“Put it on my tab.” He grumbles. You just smile, approaching him and helping him out of his coat just how he likes, smoothing your hands out over his back as you do. You hook the coat over the crooked little hanger that juts out of the wall, looking stupidly bespoke on outdated wallpaper.

He takes a seat unceremoniously in the faded pink chair sitting opposite the bed.

“This place is a dump.” He says. He eyes your clothes- pink and flowy, opaque but not thick enough to hide your shape. It flows over you like water, and his collar feels tighter. You smile gently and walk over to press your palms into his shoulders from behind.

“Dumps keep secrets.” You murmur. His hair smells good. You press your face to it and kiss him gently.

“Far cry from Aman,” He complains, reminding you of the hotel you had met each other in, all the way across the world.

“God, I haven’t thought of that place in years,” You run your fingers in the dips of his collarbones, laughing gently, “You were the only sober one at that party, stuck out like a sore thumb.”

“And you were the only whore not hanging off a man’s neck.”

“What can I say?” You undo the top few buttons of his shirt to expose his skin to your warm touch, “I’ve got… refined tastes.”

He hums. His watch dings once but he doesn’t bother to check it. He runs a hand over his jaw, reminiscing of how you had looked in that party room, full of investment cucks and coke addicted businessmen and glittery, shimmering whores. You seemed to almost glow under the dim lights, alone, calling to him with your gaze.

He sighs.

“Long day?” You ask.

“Long month.” He mutters bitterly. “You didn’t return my calls.”

“I was on vacation.” You dig your fingers into his trapezius soothingly, finding the spots that make him melt gooey like butter.

“Since when do whores take vacations?”

“Since filthy rich married men started paying them extra.”

He snorts. He reaches up and grabs your hand, pressing his mouth to your warm fingertips.

“Did you miss me?” You ask playfully, ducking your head to giggle in his ear, “Or did you miss my-“

You’re cut off when he grabs your face and holds you so he can plant a slightly slobbery kiss on your lips. Your glossy red lipstick smears on his mouth. He has his belt unbuckled by the time he releases his hold on you, but you frown for a moment.

“I thought you didn’t drink?” You had definitely tasted the alcohol on his tongue, but drunk he did not seem. Far from it. He’s looking up at you with an icy clarity.

“I don’t.”

“Mhmm. Does Mrs. Zenin know?”

“You’re a cunt,” he says, but there is no real bite behind it. “A stupid cunt. Suck me off.”

“Is that really what you want?” You snake around the chair, putting yourself in his lap. It’s a bit awkward with the bulky, ugly chair, but you manage to press the very core of you where he's most sensitive. Your hands drift up his chest and rest at his neck, and you lean in to whisper against his mouth.

“You’ll have work for that.” You kiss him gently. “Unless, of course, you can ask nicely for once.”

His mouth pulls into a half hearted sneer but his cheeks glow pink. His eyes meet yours and his pupils are wide and dark and calm, two tiny black lakes.

His silence is his answer.

“You really did miss me,” You murmur sweetly, bringing your hands up to press around his neck, thumbs securely pressed on either side of his windpipe. You press hard. His face slowly goes red. His hips jerk in pavlovian response. You can feel the hard length of him against the curve of your ass, begging to be free of his pants.

He gasps finally, Inhaling quickly through his constricted throat. He doesn’t avert his eyes from yours, looking at you desperately while you grind against him and tighten your grip on his neck even more. His hands grab at the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white. He tries to keep his breathing even, but it comes in quick, needy huffs.

“I hope you can be good for me tonight.” You coo. You kiss him. He whines, attempting to chase your mouth when you pull away, but you keep an iron grip on his neck, preventing him from moving more than an inch.

You give him one more hard press into his lap and you can tell he’s already close, and so soon! His eyes are slightly glazed, drool threatening to drip from his open mouth. You'd bet all the money he’s paying you that he’s already leaking if you reached and touched him.

You release him suddenly, rubbing over his shoulders while he gasps for a full breath. He keeps his palms firmly to the chair, resisting the urge to grab you and hold you to him and ruin the ridiculously expensive pants he’s got on.

You slide off his lap and stand to soak in the view- the red streaks chasing over his neck, the tent in his pants.

“Stand up. Clothes off.” You tell him, dropping your robe to the floor. You don’t strip down like he begins to do, instead leaving the matching slip covering your body.

You hum in approval as he removes his shirt, eating up the lovely shape of his body. He’s always taken care of himself, almost obsessively so. His pants are next to go, and then the non descript black briefs.

He averts his eyes as he stands before you, nude. His erection twitches in the cold air.

“Got some tanning done, did you?” You step in and pet over his taught stomach, grazing low to tease him.

“Malibu.” He says, some of that snide returning, “and you could have come with me if you’d returned my calls.”

“I remember that. Some of your twitter fanboys posted about it. I doubt Mrs. Zenin would have appreciated me coming with you on a family trip.”

“Wasn’t really a family trip.” He grits out as you feather over his hips, his thighs, appreciating what a specimen he is. “The boys stayed with the nanny the whole time. And she just-“ he grunts when you reach lower and touch his balls, avoiding his cock alltogether, “She’s a prize tuna, I’ll give her that. Not like you.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s an extra six hundred if you want me to listen to you badmouth your wife. Get on the bed.”

He looks like he's going to say something, mouth parting and brow furrowing. You peer at him warmly, your pupils as blown as his. He closes his mouth, deciding not to say whatever was knocking around in his head, and climbs onto the bed without fanfare.

You watch him closely, enjoying the view of his nude body splayed out and primed for you to play with. He’s flushed everywhere he’s sensitive- his face, his chest, his cock. Without stimulation you see it already going half soft, so you kneel onto the bed over him and place your palm against his head. He gasps and jerks, grabs your wrist but quickly loosens his grip and just holds you there.

“C’mon,” he pleads. Though he’d cuss and whine if you described it as pleading. He ruts himself against your palm, his teeth dig into his lower lip. It's not enough but it’s also too much. He’s always been sensitive.

“You could ask.” You say, knowing he won’t. You pull away and his fingers twitch with the need to take himself in hand.

“You’re a bitch.” He says. “Evil fucking bitch.”

You laugh. It’s a light and gentle thing. He doesn’t think about how nice it sounds.

“You really know how to talk to a lady, huh?” You press on his shoulder, making him lay back fully.

“I can hardly call you a lady.” He’s got a hungry look in his eyes. He looks good laying there- hair slightly ruffled, cheeks pink. It’s a sight you’ve seen a dozen times but you’ll never grow tired of.

He lays still, waiting. He glowers at you while you make him wait. You come up near his head and sling a leg over his neck.

“Maybe this will shut you up.” You hike up the slip you wear and grin down at him. No, of course you’re not wearing anything underneath it. He doesn’t hesitate to grab your thighs and shove his nose into the neat curls there and lick a hot wet stripe into your core.

You’ve been wet and swollen for a while. It’s nearly conditioned. You feel a slight tingle every time he calls you, wanting to see you. Wanting to fuck you. But now you’re soaked, your cunt wetting his face without shame, arching your back when he finds your clit and sucks on it desperately.

You lock your thighs around his head, cutting off nearly all the airflow he would’ve managed to get before. He likes it. You reach behind you and grip the base of him, feeling him twitch and pulse. He suckles on your clit til you’re keening- and right as you squeeze his cock a little harder and your hips jerk a little more desperately, he shifts and his tongue delves deep into your dripping hole, licking and practically drinking you down. You make a choked little whimper, so close to release.

You grab his hair and hold him beneath you, grinding your cunt into his mouth and nose and eating up every muffled noise he makes. His tongue works hungrily, desperate to please you, delving as deep as he can into your cunt and searching out the spots that make you gasp and moan sweetly for him.

He swipes his tongue just right, and you fall over the edge, grunting and whimpering and twitching all over.

You roll over from on top of him and he gasps wildly, hair ruined and mouth wet and swollen pink. He just looks at you as you gain your breath, your insides gooey and warm and pulsing with aftershocks. He gives you a small, coy little smile.

“I guess I’m not the only one who was missing it.”

You shove at him playfully, all pretense falling away for a moment. You sit up to clear your head, not forgetting that he’s still hard, and leaking, and needy.

“Turn over. Hands and knees.” You tell him. His blush returns tenfold. He glances away from you in tentative embarrassment, though it’s obvious that what he’s hoping for isn’t going to be damped by a little thing like shame. He doesn’t have to be a shameful creature with you.

He does as you command, rolling over and propping himself up on his elbows and knees, his back already slightly arched. You’re definitely appreciating the view. He hides his face from you.

“Oh, wow.” You grin. “Smooth as butter, huh?”

“Shut up.” He snaps, his voice muffled by the pillow. You take a moment to really see the view of him- his tight pink hole is smooth and perfect, obviously recently waxed. Or maybe even lasered. You never know with him. You run your fingers over him, light as a whisper, dragging a caress over his cock to his balls and finally to his hole. It twitches. Cute.

“I should take a picture, pretty as you are.” You say. You grab his cheeks in each of your hands, spreading him fully.

He mutters something about our NDA, something about you being a bitch. You don’t really pay any mind as you lean over him and spit out a thick glob of saliva over the tight ring of muscle, making him gasp.

He goes perfectly still In anticipation, his dick jerking with every lick you apply to him. You drag your tongue against his perineum up to his hole- he tastes clean, like only salt. You know he’s obsessive with how he grooms himself. Saliva slowly runs down, leaving a trail of wet across his balls.

You slip your hand under him to grab his length to give him one long, smooth pull, earning a tiny little whimper from him. You plant your mouth fully on his hole, tongue rubbing circles into the muscle. You jerk him off slowly, too slow to ever bring him to completion. He whines and twitches under your touch and you feel a throb deep in your core for the way he’s trembling.

You bring your head away from him earning a slight wet pop as your mouth breaks the seal it had over his hole, leaving your drool to cool on his heated skin. You slide your hand over his cock faster, gathering up his precum to make the slide easier, your grip is intense and tightens more around the base, pulling down and milking him like some breeding stud. His hips begin to move in the air, and the noises he makes, muffled by the pillow, are throaty and low. You know how he sounds when he’s close, how he shakes with the climb, and when he nears his peak you abruptly pull away to deny him. He groans loudly in frustration and need, and finally looks over his shoulder to glare at you, his fucked out expression not hiding his irritation.

“I don’t want you ruining the sheets.” You say. He catches on immediately, sitting up and grabbing you to put you under him. He practically rips the slip from your body, the fabric strains and the stitches pop, pulling it up and over your head so he can press his flushed skin against yours.

You almost protest, you actually did like that dress, but he kisses you with teeth and growls something about buying you a new one. He grabs your breasts roughly and you feel the length of him pillowing itself against your lips. But he doesn’t do more than that, rutting against your cunt and swallowing your noises with his mouth. He whines.

“Naoya,” You say, when your hot tongues part, “Naoya-“

He grabs your hips and positions you perfectly to plunge his aching cock into your slick heat, as desperate as an animal, and just as rough.

The sudden intrusion makes you cry out in pleasure, his thrusts coming in quick, needy bursts. He presses his sweaty brow into the pillow under your head. His hands hold your waist like a lifeline, his need ramming inside of yours, jerking and twitching and hot and wet. He kisses your cervix with every pump, leaving you breathless and needy.

But you know he can’t finish properly like this. You can see it when he pulls back to look at you, his face flushed and his mouth open and drooling. You wind your hands around his throat and squeeze, blocking his air and turning his noises into tiny pathetic gasps and wheezes. It doesn’t take long. His hips stutter and he finally, finally finds what he’s looking for, tipping over and cumming so hard he stops even trying to breathe. You feel every drop of him rush out to paint your insides, his cock throbbing hot within your liquid-warm walls.

You release his throat and he takes a sharp, ragged inhale, his body locking up with the rush of oxygen and endorphins. His cock pulses inside of you again as if his balls aren’t spent completely, and you feel his cum finding its way to the entrance of your hole and spilling out around his length, way too much to be plugged up inside.

“Fuck,” He grunts, “fuck.”

You hum and run your palms up his sides and down his back where you can reach as he pieces his senses back together. He pulls from your core and you hiss in strange pleasure and slight soreness.

He rolls to the side and slumps on the bed, breathing deep and enjoying the afterglow. You wiggle your hips, feeling him leak out of you even more, thick and warm.

You’re both silent for a few minutes. His watch dings right as you turn to touch his chest, his arms, run your fingers over the angry red on his neck.

He glances at it. Groans in pure discontent.

“Work?” You trace his nipple with an idle finger.

“Yes.” He sits up, glancing over the mess of the bed. “I’ve got an eight o’clock tomorrow, apparently.”

“You can’t cancel?” You shift and stretch, not missing how his eyes graze over your body. “You’ve already booked me for twenty four hours.”

“No.” He says, simply. “Obligations… responsibilities… I don’t know, whatever bullshit you want to call it.”

“Do you want a shower?” You lean over and press your smeared mouth to his shoulder, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I mean, of course it’s disgusting, but you don’t want to go home smelling like… well, you know.”

Naoya breathes, long and deep. Then he looks back at you.

“You getting in with me?”

A/N: “Tuna” is a term in Japanese hookup culture that can be equated to a ‘pillow princess’ in an extreme sense. There’s nothing wrong with being a pillow princess, but I personally believe it’s not something this Naoya is particularly into.

Thank you so much for reading!

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Your wife, huh?

Warning: smut, heavy smut, noncon, unprotected sex, beating, kidnapping.....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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Me and satoru were married from three months now. We loved each other so much. He was a man who fullfill every wishes of mine. He proposed me....we were in a relationship. After a year of relationship we finally got married.

It was a normal day. Gojo wasn't home. He was at jujutsu high. Ofcourse he must be there cause he's a teacher there. I had nothing to do. So I was watching some series on tv. I heard the doorbell rang. I turn off the tv and went to the door. I opened the door. There was a man standing there. Blonde short hair and sharp eyes . "Yes...?" I spoke. "Hello" he said with a close eyed smile.

[ In past ]

" That girl looks gorgeous. Who's she?" Noya asked his assistant who was standing beside him. "Who? That girl in red dress?" The man asked and Noya hummed in reply. " That's Gojo's wife. You don't know? They're married almost three months" the man said. "Gojo's wife?.... How did that bitch got her?.... And why is she here at her husband's working place?" Noya asked. "Idk... I heard Gojo sir bring her here often " the man replied. Noya watched me giving Gojo a kiss and a hug from a distance. He smirked and walked away from here.

[Present day]

"umm... hello?" I asked. " You don't know me?" He asked. "...no? Who are you?" I asked. " I'm Gojo's very very veryyy special friend." he spoke and smirked. "Oh, nice to meet you but ...he isn't here" I said " Oh I know... He told me to wait inside for him " he replied. "Oh..he did? Please come in then." I said and opened the door for him to come in.

He get inside and I closed the door. But suddenly he locked the door. I panicked. "What are you doing ?" I said. " I'm showing you what I'm doing " he replied and grabbed my wrist harshly. He dragged me towards the bed and threw me on the bed.

Fear grabbed me by my neck. Noya started crawling towards me. " S-stop ..... please stop" I said. I tried to get off from the bed but he grabbed me by my leg and pulled me back on the bed. " My name is Noya, darling. I'm from the zenin clan" he said with a smirk and crashed his lips on mine. Kissing me roughly. Making me breathless.

He started undressing me. I tried to stop him but my strength was nothing for him. He almost took off my clothes. I was just left in my panties. Noya started licking my nipple. His was so teasing. I moaned. He continued his teasing licking and sucking on my nipple. With his one hand he grabbed my other boob and squeezed it roughly. I scremed so loudly.

When he was done playing with my nipples and boobs he got up and started taking off my panties. " Noya please...." I begged again. "Women shouldn't talk that much!" He said in a threatening voice bring his face close to my pussy and licked it. "Ummmmmmm..... heaven~" he whispered to himself.

He took off his pant. His huge length was out now. My eyes widened at his length. He grabbed his dick stroked it two or three times then line it with my entrence. I began to panic. " Noya Noya no.... please no .... Noya please no..." I begged but he didn't listen to me.

Noya harshly pushed his whole length in but I scremed with pain. Then he started thursting in and out. Thursting became rougher and harder. I was screming loudly. His huge dick was giving me too much pleasure with pain. He started giving me hickeys on my neck and chest. His thursting getting faster and harder. My whole body was shaking. He was moaning too. The way his dick was touching my g-spot make my back arch. It didn't take much time and I came. As I came that smirk again played on his lips.

I felt his dick started throbbing inside me. "No no no!!!.... not inside please" I cried. "What will everyone think??? when the strongest Gojo Satoru's wife will bring zenin clan's child??? Everyone will think that you are a whore!!! And especially that bitch Gojo will learn his leason for always making troubles in my life!!!" He said and smirked. My warm walls clenched around him he moaned loudly. In a few minutes he came inside me. I could feel his seed spreading inside me. He slowly pull out and wore his pant again. "When that bitch come him...tell him to stay away from my fucking life" he said and got out of my home.

After sometime Gojo came back home. "I'm home~" but stopped when He saw me naked on the bed sobbing. He hugged me. " Hey ... What happened???" He asked me. I looked at him with teary eyes. I told him everything. Everything Noya did to me, every word he said to me. Gojo's jaw clenched. " That shit did this to you???... Don't cry... you don't have to bring that mf's child... we'll do the plan B. And for his part. Leave that on me. I'll make sure he learn his fucking lesson " Gojo said in a angry-serious tone. I have never seen him this serious.

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wifely duty - naoya x fem!reader (3.3k)

naoya spends so long away from home, sometimes - has so many duties that must be attended to - that when there’s time to be made for you, he seizes upon it with both hands. 

warnings: not sfw. afab reader with fem pronouns. breeding kink, piv sex. reader is naoya’s wife, and the two of them already have one son. 

This was a commissioned work. (comm info)

There is something undeniably lonely about being Naoya’s wife.

He’s busy; you’d expected that much when you’d married him. As the heir apparent to the Zen’in clan, Naoya is forever being tugged around to meetings and to deal with little family dramas – and that’s without taking into account what his work as a sorcerer demands from him. You’d loved how focused he’d seemed; how his eyes had gone all narrow and sharp, how his mouth had turned up in a smirk that made you shiver right down to the bones – how much he’d wanted you, when he’d come home after a long mission to the comfort and security of his wife’s arms.

(Your first child, you’re absolutely certain, had been conceived in one of those moments; Naoya had just come in after a week and seen you, pretty and demure with lowered eyelashes in an expensive outfit that he’d bought you, and he’d immediately dismissed the rest of the clan who were there to greet and fawn over him. He’d approached you with the look of a hungry predator – and you’d been more than happy to allow him to take you into your chambers and show you exactly how much he’d missed you to the tune of hips slamming into yours.)

These are all things that you signed on to deal with. These are all things that you knew – but still, you cannot help missing him in lonely nights when your bed has just the one occupant.

You learn to snatch moments where you can.

The family think you a perfect match for Naoya; soft and sweet, but not so soft and sweet that you’re unable to provide him a little bit of fun. Submissive without being useless. A little teasing, when the time calls for it – you would never call yourself Naoya’s equal, but you like to think that the two of you work extremely well together.

And Naoya thinks so, too.

He thinks so well enough that after he gets in from today’s mission, he’s barely dropped a bag into the hand of a valet before he’s demanding of a maid where his wife is occupying herself.

For your part, you are pouring yourself tea in one of the rooms adjoining yours and Naoya’s chambers. Your son and his nursemaid are with you, but as Naoya walks in, it becomes clear that they should not stick around. The way that Naoya hungrily looks at you from the doorway makes no bones about that.

The nursemaid hurries out of the room to put your son to bed, whispering something about how it is indeed getting late, and she’s sure that you and Naoya will visit him later to read a bedtime story or at least to say goodnight – your son, still barely able to string more than a few sounds together, burbles happily and waves a chubby fist at his father as he passes.

Naoya smiles indulgently. There’s a flash of paternal affection on his face; you had never pegged Naoya as being particularly fatherly, but he almost always returns with treats and sweet gestures tucked into his robes for his son.

Naoya is a good father. It’s part of the reason you are so eager to make more children with him.

As the door shuts behind the two of them, Naoya’s attention turns to you.

“Ah, but isn’t that a sight that every man deserves to be greeted with?” Naoya says with relish, as he steps into the room proper and beholds you. Well-dressed and graceful with an expensive heirloom teacup in your hands, you look over the rim and smile coquettishly at him.

“I missed you, husband,” you say to him, with only the softest note of a tease in your tone. Naoya likes to pursue – and you very much enjoy being pursued.

“Then come here,” Naoya says, with a curl of a smirk on his lips. “And show me just how much, hmm?”

You’re careful to rise from your knees gracefully. You’re careful, too, to not be too eager as you cross the room; to be a little shy of him, as if you’re afraid that he’s going to grasp you about the waist and have his way with you then and there. Naoya sharpens like a hungry tiger watching a gazelle – but he does not pounce upon you. That would be undignified of him.

Instead, when you’re close enough, he leans forward one careful hand and tips your chin up so that he can pull you into a kiss. His mouth is hungry and wanting – but not demanding. His teeth tug at your lower lip but do not bite too hard. His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you against him without crushing.

It’s a movement that says ‘ownership’ in every angle of his body, and it’s a movement that makes your knees feel weak. When his tongue gently begs entrance to your own mouth, you open in a sigh and let him explore your willing mouth, as he lays claim to every inch.

He licks at the roof of your mouth in a spot that makes you gasp and he pulls away with a chuckle, his eyes half-lidded as he considers you.

“I’ve missed you,” he breathes, in a voice low and dark like a caress in the night. “You have no idea how much a man needs something pretty in his bed to . . . de-stress, after a hard day’s work.”

“I can help you with that,” you say, breathlessly. Your hands come up to rest on his chest. Even through his shirt, you can feel the hard muscle that belies the shape he stays in so that he can excel at his job.

“It’s your duty to help me with that,” Naoya tells you, his eyes not straying from your face for a moment. His hand moves to cup your cheek; his thumb brushing over your lips. “But that’s far from the only duty of a wife.”

Your breath catches. His other hand – the one on the arm around your waist – cups your ass through your own clothes.

“Oh?” You ask him, feigning a little ignorance, fluttering your eyelashes. “I . . . perhaps I need some more instruction on my other duties.”

Naoya chuckles. He loves you playing the role of dutiful wife who wants nothing more than to please her husband.

He knows, after all, that it’s more than just acting for you.

Naoya knows you would do anything for him. You’ve proved it enough times on your knees and on your back and looking up at him with your eyes all worshipping and adoring.

“I was reminded,” he says, brushing another kiss over your lips in a way that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up in pleasure, “just now, how perfect our son is. And it made me think, sweetheart . . .” That hand on your ass, squeezing. Naoya’s body pressing close to yours. You feel dizzy as the scent of him – expensive aftershave and shampoo and just a hint of blood – wraps around you. “It made me think that we ought to make a few more children. Don’t you agree?”

Your breath catches as you think about Naoya above you again – as you remember the feel of him inside you, the growls and groans of his pleasure, how much you enjoy feeling full and sated after he’s had his way with you--

Naoya laughs again.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Naoya practically purrs, as he begins to manoeuvre you carefully towards the adjoining bedroom. “That’s not for you to think about. Just be a good girl for me and take what I give you, won’t you?”

This time, you’re able to nod breathlessly, as Naoya kicks the door closed behind you both.

He’s not careful or gentle when it comes to getting your clothes off.

He does, at least, make a small attempt at foreplay – kisses at your shoulders and throat as the fabric slips off of you to pool on the floor. Runs his fingers over your newly bared hips, pulls you into another kiss even as you’re being pushed onto the mountain of pillows and blankets behind you.

Naoya likes luxury. He thinks it his right, as the future leader of the Zen’in clan – and you’re certainly not going to complain when it comes to silken pillows and other such expenses. Yours and Naoya’s bedchamber is comfortable. Scented with vanilla and flowers, the bed more than big enough to allow for all sorts of interesting positions--

(Which both of you have taken advantage of, of course).

Right now, though, you are being pushed onto your back. Naoya’s fingers are skimming your skin – teasing at the waistband of your underwear, at where the silky fabric of your bra caresses the swell of your chest. You can feel heat and want coalescing in your abdomen – the feel of your damp core pressing against that same expensive fabric.

Naoya grins as his knuckle brushes against the seam in between your thighs.

“I see you’re wet for me,” he purrs. “Just as it should be. Lift your hips.”

“Yes, husband,” you breathe, doing exactly as he asks – assisting in him pulling the dampened fabric off of your heated skin. He looks at the wet patch on it and smiles.

“Perhaps you ought not to wear underwear,” he says, as he spreads your thighs apart. His eyes are sticky slow as they take in the sight of your sex; wet and wanting for him. “If you’re only going to make such a mess of it.”

“If you want me to stop wearing it,” you say to him, fluttering your eyelashes. “You need only ask.”

The noise he makes in the back of his throat makes you shiver with anticipation.

He reaches for his own clothes. They’re shed just as quickly as yours were – and then you can see the hot stiffness of him pressing up against his underwear.

It’s always a thrill, remembering that you have power over him in the same way that he has power over you. Naoya is able to make you wet and trembling and needy with a few well-placed touches and arrogance-dripping words – but you, in turn, are able to make him hard and aching with the flutter of your lashes and the pursing of your lips.

You really are perfect for one another.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Naoya murmurs, as he swipes a finger through your slick. You jerk as his fingertip brushes your clit, sending shock-waves of pleasure right down your spine. You want him to touch you more than that. You want him to never stop touching you. “Temptress.”

“Naoya,” you whisper, pleadingly. “I want . . .”

“What do you want, darling one? Beloved?” He’s staring down at you with those pale eyes. He’s so pretty like this – utterly focussed on you. Wanting. Needing. “Do you need to be filled up?”

You whimper and nod. You don’t care that it probably looks pathetic. You feel pathetic, suddenly, with how much you’re longing for him to do something other than talk down to you and look at you. You can feel yourself practically pulsing with need to have something inside of you.

“Use your words,” Naoya says, but there’s an edge in the back of his throat that tells you that he, too, is feeling like he needs more than he’s getting. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Want you to . . .” You breathe through the want. “I want you inside of me, Naoya. I want you to fill me up.”

He lets out a ragged, harsh breath.

This is the closest that Naoya comes to dishevelled; in the privacy of your own bedroom, about to put another child inside of you. You sometimes wonder if the intensity that’s currently displayed on his unfairly handsome face is the same kind of intensity that a curse sees before it is vanquished to a realm beyond your knowing.

“Say ‘please’ to me,” he demands.

“Please, Naoya,” your voice is a needy thing. “I need you to fill me up. Please. I need you to breed me--”

“Fuck,” Naoya murmurs, so quietly that you don’t think you’re supposed to have heard of it. “If you’re asking me so nicely, pretty wife of mine . . .”

He pushes the waistband of his underwear down and your mouth almost waters at the sight of his cock. Pretty, curved just right to hit you in all of the spots that you know will make you shudder – the perfect size to have you shaking and coming on it as your nails dig into Naoya’s well-defined shoulders. He gives it a few cursory pumps before he lines it up with you.

He knows that you like to look at it. He knows that you like to look at him – he can see, you’re certain, the worship in your eyes when you look at your husband, and he is more than happy to be the God to whom you worship at the shrine.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, as he rests the head of his cock against you. “I’ve barely touched you that much, have I? Or do you just want to be filled by your husband so badly?”

You laugh, breathlessly, canting your hips towards him. If Naoya didn’t want to be inside of you so badly, you think he’d pull back at your laughter – tease you some more, until you begged once again.

But it has been a lonely few weeks with him away on a mission, when he is so used to having you at his beck and call and being able to bury himself in the hot warmth of your body whenever he wants, and Naoya has no time to waste when he has an idea in his head.

He eases into you slowly.

“Do you feel that?” Naoya asks, as he moves his hips inexorably forward. “Do you feel me claiming every inch of you, darling? Do you feel how well you take me?”

“I was made to take you,” you reply, with fervent need. You resist the urge to clamp your heels into his lower back and drag him inside of you. Naoya is in charge.

You are happy for Naoya to be in charge. You want to be his. You never ever want anything else. You would be happy if you could spend the rest of your life here, beneath him.

You’re Naoya’s body and soul, and he knows it.

Slowly. Carefully. You feel every ridge of him, every vein, every pulse of his heart as it begins to match with your own, until he is suddenly pressed as deeply inside of you as it’s possible for him to go and the two of you are perfectly joined.

“You were made for me,” Naoya repeats, and there’s a softness in his gaze that most would not think him capable of.

It does not take long for that softness to turn into need.

It does not take long for that softness of gaze to turn into hot desire that makes you feel fire-hot all over, as Naoya’s hips begin to slide into a rhythm and his fingers curve into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

You are more than happy to let Naoya be in charge; to let him set the pace, and simply to rock your hips against his in tandem with the way he thrusts into you. The flat planes of his stomach rub against your clit with every rock of his body, his cock stroking spots inside of you that make your vision spark with white hot stars.

One of the hands clinging to your hips moves to your chest instead; squeezing the flesh there, pinching your nipple between thumb and forefinger and sending a hot shock right through you. You feel yourself tighten at his rough treatment, and Naoya laughs again.

“You’re so sensitive,” he says to you. “Exactly as you should be. You love me using you like this, don’t you?”

“You can use me however you want,” you say breathlessly to him. “You can do anything you want to me--”

As if in revenge for the way your channel tightened around his cock, you feel his cock twitch inside of you at your words. Naoya loves knowing you belong to him. Naoya loves knowing all of the power that he holds over you.

“I will,” Naoya promises, and his thrusts get faster.

It’s hard to concentrate on any one sensation. There is so much going on. Naoya’s body above yours, his cock drilling mercilessly into you, your own breathing as you pant with need, the little ball of desire that’s mounting inside of you with every silky searing thrust of his cock and brush of your clit--

He feels so good. He feels exactly like he was meant to be there.

Your mouth is open. You can hear yourself moaning wantonly, as if you’re listening to it from very far away – Naoya isn’t groaning so openly, but there’s a grit to his own breathing that lets you know that he’s enjoying himself just as much as you are.

One of his hands delves between you both.

“It would be remiss of me in my husbandly duty,” Naoya growls into your ear, “to not make sure that you come too, hmm? I want to feel you. I want you to come on my cock and I want you to thank your husband for letting you,”

“Naoyaaaa—” Your voice comes out a reedy little thing. His thumb is rubbing circles against your clit too fast, too hard. His movements are stoking a fire inside of you that feels like it’s going to burst at any moments.

“Come on,” Naoya growls again. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to come, and then I’m going to put another child inside of you--”

You can no longer hold yourself back. The part of you threatening to explode rolls over you in great waves, like you’re trapped in a whirlpool, and heat and pleasure all wash over you in a great tidal wave as you gasp-whimper-moan out;

“I’m . . . I--I-- thankyouNaoyathankyouthankyouforlettingmecoooome--”

Naoya groans. As your body tightens and pulses around him, he uses it as a final push to jack-hammer his hips into you.

His cock twitches, his hips stuttering, and there’s a different kind of heat inside of you as Naoya comes as deep inside of you as it’s physically possible for him to do so.

You feel him shoot ropes of his come inside of you; feel like you can feel it settling heavy in your womb where it’s supposed to be. You’re sticky and full in only the best way, as Naoya guides his hips through a final few stuttering thrusts that push the mess of his release further into your sex.

Naoya sags against you, his cock beginning to soften as he slides out of you. You blink up at him, messy and satisfied, sweat making your hair stick to your forehead. He’s almost gentle with you as he props your ankles up, forcing you into a position that’s almost uncomfortable – knees up.

“I don’t want you to waste a drop of my come,” he murmurs, stroking one of his hands over your stomach. “I want to make sure it takes. You’re going to look so beautiful glowing and full of me . . .”

Your breath is coming out in short pants, but you cannot stop the glow of happiness that suffuses you as your husband looks at you like you hung the moon.

“And if not,” he continues, and his face splits into a devilish grin. “We can always have a few more rounds. Just to make sure.”

Well.

You certainly don’t have any problems with that.

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[kentosovertime]

husband!zen'in naoya x f!reader

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Link 1: As a husband, Naoya makes sure to take advantage of any vulnerable positions he finds you in. He often sees you in the kitchen, bent over trying to find ingredients for the dinner you'd provide for him that night. Perfect for using you as a little fuck toy in the middle of the day to take off the edge. You bite your lip, trying to stifle your moans as your tits sway in time with the clapping of his hip against your ass.

Link 2: Don't think that you're not going to be taking his cum where ever and whenever he wants. You're his to use and abuse ass he sees fit. If he wants you to kneel at his feet as he covers your face in her spend so he can smear it all over your face with the tip of his cock, you'll close your eyes and enjoy it for him. Today, he pins you to the bed by your throat, keeping you in place as he crudely jacks off above your teary eyed face, dropping his spend into the mouth he commanded you to keep open for him.

Link 3: This man would refuse to let you top him. He's much more concerned with having control over your body than he is about making sure you pleasure your husband while letting him lay back. He wants your legs back, touching the mattress as you bare your cunt for him to drill into, hips up to make it easier for his seed to stay in you when he's done.

Link 4: Then there are the days he comes home in a mood. It could have been anything, a bad meeting, traffic, his family, it didn't matter. Not when he was already an hour into taking his frustrations out on your swollen little pussy. Your thighs scream for relief as the continues stretch of your legs, meeting your chest as he folds you into a mating press. Your voice comes out in a garbled mess as he slams against your cervix over and over again.

Link 5: It's too bad that you're such a bad girl, he thinks to himself, your abused cunt twitches, pushing out the globs of cum he's just fucked into you. Its really your own damn fault that he's going to have to take the time to make sure you use your body for round after round until you learn that good sluts don't waste their husband's cum.

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[thewriters64]

Another Love

Naoya x Fem-bodied reader

Slight Au, angst, mention of depression, death, jealousy, Naoya has children, Naoya is a big simp for Y/n, sad Naoya, angry Naoya, mention of alcoholism, mention of fighting, and flashbacks, in the process of being edited.

‘I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care

But it's so cold and I don't know where

Naoya Zenin was a sexist, misogynistic, asshole along with so many other horrible things, yet somehow you and he were best friends.

You were the only one who saw his vulnerable side, the soft side of Naoya Zenin. He was sweet, and passionate, his dedication to practicing his domain expansion.

Nobody could understand how a person like you could possibly ever be friends with Naoya. You were the only female to lay your hands on him and not be punished, not even a glare.

He immediately stopped the behavior you disapproved of, when Naoya got married his wife was jealous of you. He spent more time with you than her, treated you better than her, and looked at you with such love and adoration.

It was no secret Naoya was in love with you. So deeply and utterly in love with you, it was honestly pathetic you and he grew up together, you ate, played, trained, hell you even bathed together.

Growing an unbreakable bond, his father had attempted to break it and the only thing he accomplished was the pair growing stronger, in doing so you started to gain his father’s trust.

Naoya had only tried to be sexist towards you once when you were young teenagers, and you beat him so bad he was in the infirmary for a week, during that week you never came to visit.

When he got out you refused to talk to him for months, until his father came begging at your doorstep to talk to his son, which you declined.

Every day his father came back and every day you declined, until one day it was Naoya who came knocking and he looked like absolute shit.

Dark eye bags, his skin was pale, his eyes were dead looking, and his clothing and hair were a mess he reeked of body odor and alcohol, he got down on his hands and knees and begged you to talk to him again.

You made him promise never again, and if he did you would never talk to him again, he instantly promised and brought you into a hug.

To which you held your nose with your fingers pushing him away, you hated when people smelled bad, him including. You demanded he takes a bath then afterward the two of you could go out to eat.

When the day came you left the world he lost himself, there was an attack on the clan, and you easily fought against the intruders right next to him.

It was a routine the two of you always did when there was a battle, the two of you knowing the other’s skill better than anyone, seeing as you two have always fought together.

The fight was almost done, only a few intruders left, it happened so quickly, you had seen it out of the corner of your eye.

An arrow came flying directly towards Naoya, you swung around, confusing him, and you sent out your curse energy towards the man.

Successfully killing him, feeling you stumble behind him Naoya swung around, eyes going wide as he catches your falling body.

An arrow was lodged into your chest, and black veins started to crawl out of the injury, poison. He rips it out, placing his hands over the wound, you smile sadly up at him, placing a hand on his face.

His panicked eyes met your calm ones, they were quickly filling with tears, you pull him closer connecting your foreheads together.

Placing your hand on the back of his head, he did the same, it was a silly little quirk of yours, you always said it made you “feel more connected”.

His tears fell onto your face, and he pulls your body closer holding you, and he grips you tighter as he feels your hand lose its grip.

“Naoya!” He heard his father call out he ignored him not caring, your blood soaking his hands and clothing, as he kneels holding you, his children rushing into the room, and towards the two of you, you smile at them reaching a shaky hand out to them.

They grasp it falling to their knees, surrounding you the four of them hide your body from the rest of the clan, tears falling from their eyes as you release your last breath.

Memories of the two of you flashed through his eyes, you are laughing at his stupid jokes, how your eyes crinkle, your face turning red from lack of oxygen.

Your constant teasing when he was pouting which he faux annoyance, but really his heart was thumping like crazy every time you poke him or made a silly face trying to cheer him up.

Being caught out in the rain while training and you falling in the mud, causing him to laugh at you for your stupidity, in response you pushed him into the mud and threw mud at him, starting a mud war.

Being scolded by his father when the two of you were being too loud during your studies or running in the hallways to get away from any punishment or playing a stupid game you convinced him to play, only doing it to see you smile.

Constantly pulling one another’s hair the hardest you could to try to annoy one another. How your eyes lit up every time you saw him, a wide smile on your face as you run to him, jumping onto him, clinging to him like a koala bear as if you haven’t seen him in years.

Seeing each other naked for the first time after puberty, the both of you were blushing idiots, and the jokes soon started afterward. “Your tits look nice today n/n” he would call out only for you to hit his ass the hardest you could the next time you saw him, watching him jump away his face turning red, as he rubs the spot you hit.

The late-night cuddles and talks, those never stopped even after he was married, often falling asleep tangled in one another. Waking up with grins on your faces like you were newlyweds, how you calmed his temper, always swooping in at the right time, it was as if you had an internal monitor telling you when he was misbehaving.

You would drag him away making him less impulsive, you made him think about his decisions, catching his wrist when he went to strike at a servant, grabbing his ear, and scolding him like he was a child, you didn’t care who was watching.

Demanding an explanation as to why his actions were needed, asking both him and the servant, then making him apologize if you deemed the punishment inappropriate which was nine out of ten times.

Getting drunk together becoming obnoxious, making fools out of yourselves, and dancing all around the room or seeing who was the strongest out of the two of you often hurting one another.

How your laughter echoed throughout his estate which he begged you to move into when he bought it, and when he found you laughing so hard you were on the floor wheezing his wife made the assumption you were sleeping with him. 

If it were anyone else, he would’ve found the obnoxious noise annoying but the only thing it did was make butterflies erupt in his stomach. When his wife gave birth to his children it was you who spent more time with them than she did. 

He often found the four of you asleep and cuddling in one of his many rooms, they clung to you like you were their mother, following you around, and he has heard them slip up and call you mom. At times he wished you were, and he often wondered how things would’ve panned out if it was you, he married and had kids with. 

You taught them hand-to-hand combat; you were the best out of the whole clan. You also taught them how to control their curse technique, you were their teacher in their academics. You looked good raising his children, protecting them, and becoming their actual mother. 

“Naoya- hey Naoya” snapping out of it he feels a hand on his shoulder, looking up he meets his father’s cold eyes.

And for the first time, he saw his father’s eyes go from cold to shock, to sadness he closes his eyes squeezing his shoulder. Over the years, with a lot of patience on your end, you were close to his father, making the old man laugh in ways he hasn’t in a long time, being the first woman to earn his respect and trust.

They say your death was a day of great loss for the Zen’in clan, your funeral was held shortly after, and you were buried in their crypt.

Your samurai and one of Naoya’s kimonos were buried with you a few trinkets from his kids were also buried with you, the four of them visit your tomb every night bringing your favorite flowers. 

Saddens fills him, he lost his other half, his better half, the only person who makes him a better person. The only one who offered him the best advice knew what to say to cheer him up.

Knew everything about him…

He grows cold over time, furious he screams at your tomb calling you stupid, and worthless, his treatment towards his kids was rocky all of them grieved in different ways. They grew up becoming cold just like their father, his daughter became just like you, sometimes he fools himself and imagined she was you.  

One night in a fit of rage he destroys everything in your room, before kneeling in the middle of the mess, his hair disheveled, and clothing was torn, and he screams. Weeps in agony fat tears escape his eyes as he bends over hitting the floor weakly his body gives up, and his heart finally breaks.

They say people can die from a broken heart, and he truly feels like he is dying, he is nothing but a shell of who he used to be, he has no drive, no passion for anything.

All he does is drink, and sleep, and tonight was the final straw as his heart starts to slow, he lies in the pile of rubble that was once your room.

Slowly his vision starts to fade, he can feel it coming, and as his heart thumps one last time a smile appears on his face.

He can see you waiting for him, you were wearing his kimono which swallowed you whole, your hair done in your favorite style, and flowers wrapped in your hair as you reach one of your hands towards him, welcoming him. 

Calling for him, and he comes willingly, leaving his body behind to finally be with you.

‘I brought you daffodils on a pretty string

But they won't flower like they did last spring’

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[eiflawriting]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

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𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯-𝘵𝘰-𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀! 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Y/N, dear. Hurry up, we're going to be late!" your mom shouted from downstairs. 

𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀-𝑺𝑰𝑿. 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑬. 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺. This wasn't the life you originally planned, but honestly, you couldn't complain. You're the youngest of six siblings. Five brothers and one sister. And with being the youngest comes overprotection. What comes with the overprotection comes them wanting nothing but the best for you— even if that means arranging a marriage with a man you've never met.   

You loved your family. You had a good relationship with your parents, and you're close with your siblings. Especially your eldest brother, Obi. Whenever your parents would lecture you about your unhinged lifestyle, it was Obi who would come to your defense. He could understand you just wanting to have fun because he was once like you before he married and became a father. Your parents needed to realize that you won't be in your twenties forever, and eventually, you planned on getting your shit together. 

You were the black sheep among everyone in your family (which is pretty big, by the way). The wild child who loves having fun and going with the flow. You thought life was too short, so you would live every day as if it were your last. After clocking out your receptionist job, you would head straight to the bar with your co-workers to drink your life way. 

Although your family loved how free you were, they wanted you to have some type of stability in your life. To them, you weren't immature. However, the drunken nights of coming home, or sometimes not even at all, had them questioning do you have any sense of direction? 

To everyone's surprise, you graduated young and had a bachelor's in psychology. You were the perfect balance of brains, beauty, and a party animal. You knew there was a time and place for everything, so when it was time for you to get your degree, you did so effortlessly without mishaps. Initially, you planned to be a therapist, but after graduating college, you wanted a break. 

Yeah, you didn't have any failing moments throughout school. Unfortunately, though, that didn't mean it was easy. The last thing you wanted to do was start working after achieving your degree. Thus, that's how you found yourself here, being a receptionist at a law firm who loved partying while their degree grows dust in a box. 

You wound up being in an arranged marriage because your parents didn't want to admit that they were tired of you living at home. They thought you were too beautiful and had too good of a personality to still be single. You've only had one boyfriend throughout your entire life, and that was when you were twenty-two. A college sweetheart, to be exact. You were in love. As cliché as it may sounds, he made you feel like the only girl in the world. Until he left abruptly, of course. No explanation. No heads up. You went to his dorm and his roommate told you he was gone. Some love, huh?

Anyways.

Having children and getting married was something you wanted, maybe in your mid-thirties. But you certainly weren't expecting that now. You agreed to this arrangement because even though your family didn't express it, you felt like you were a disappointment. You grew up in a middle-class household. Your parents worked hard to provide for you and your siblings to ensure you didn't have the life they did. You were the last amongst the siblings to not be married with no kids, so having made a few calls, you were set to get married within the next six months. 

Now, here you are, in your room, preparing to meet and have dinner with your soon-to-be husband.  

You knew your parents would disapprove of your outfit choice, but you had to dress to impress, right? The attire you had on was a black sequin maxi halter dress with a plunging vee neckline. The high slit and back lace-up detail was definitely your favorite. You paired it with expensive red bottom heels and minimal accessories. You had micro links installed in your hair the week before, allowing curlers to set as you did a neutral makeup look. Taking one more look in the mirror, you felt confidently beautiful. It was a chilly night in Tokyo, so you were sure to grab a coat before heading out the door. 

“Sorry, mom. I’m ready now,” you announced while walking down the stairs. 

Your mother's eyes widened. "Y/N, what do you have on? That's not the dress I chose for you." 

“Mom. No offense, but I don’t want to look like I’m going to Sunday’s Best. I’m a grown woman, and I am very capable of dressing myself.” 

“Well, if you were such a grown woman, we shouldn’t have to be arr-” 

“Honey. I think Y/N is absolutely right,” your father interrupted, which made you smile that he came to your defense. He walked over, giving you a kiss on the crown of your head. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” 

“Thanks, dad.” 

"And thank you for agreeing to this marriage. It may seem like we're controlling your life, but you know we just want the best for you." 

You deeply sighed. "I know. I guess it's the least I can do. But I'm definitely running out the door if he's ugly!" 

"I can ensure he's not ugly. He's actually a well-known bachelor in the city. His family's notability can do you well. And just like you, he's the youngest," your mother explained. 

“Ah, so two of the youngest being forced into marriage. The dream. You gotta love it.” 

Your mother eyed you before looking at your father, who was putting on her coat. “You see where she gets her mouth from?” 

“Haha, yeah, yeah. Let’s just go.” 

𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑨𝑻 𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑵 𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝒁𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑨 𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀. It was a beautifully decorated gated community with security posted at the entrance. When your mother said this was a notable family, she was definitely not overexaggerating. Pulling up to the gate, your father stated his name and reason for being here. Once confirming his identity, the guards allowed him in, and he proceeded to the location that was given for the meeting. The valet crew took care of the car as you and your parents walked toward the front door. After knocking, the door was open almost immediately, where you were greeted by who seemed to be one of the housemaids.   

The mansion was breathtaking. From the European porcelain tile floors, you guessed they were custom. This massive chandelier currently dangling over your head added a blinding glow to the room. The exorbitant scent gracing beneath your nose gave an eccentric citrus aroma, almost convincing you that living here wouldn't be too bad. 

Whoever designed the interior did a fantastic job, ensuring it perfectly balanced modern and traditional Japanese finishes. 

While you continued to survey the home, your attention was soon taken by the sounds of closing footsteps echoing down the hall. Glancing to your right, you saw three men in suits heading in your direction. Two older and one younger, which you figured would be your soon-to-be husband. Their presence was quite intimidating. However, it was nothing you couldn't handle with your natural charm. Maybe you were wrong, but even in this big beautiful mansion, the energy they seep made you feel that this family was broken. The complete opposite of yours. 

“Zen’in-san, it’s so nice to see you again. I’m glad you accepted this invitation to meet my daughter,” your father said while bowing. 

“L/N-san. The pleasure is mine. My apologies for rescheduling last minute. Also, for missing our game of shogi the other. I happened to get caught up in more important matters.” 

"Tch, yeah, like getting drunk and watching anime," the young man muttered while scrolling through his phone. 

“Ignore him.” 

What is going on?  

The older man now directed his attention toward you. "And you must [Y/N]. You look lovely. You'll be the perfect addition to our family. My name is Naobito Zen’in. I'll be your father-in-law." As if complimenting your looks was enough to have the young man standing behind his father to look up from his phone. 

“Nice to meet you, Zen’in-san,” you bowed. 

“No need to be formal. Naobito is okay. Please, make yourself comfortable. Allow our maid to take your coat.” 

The maid stood behind you, aiding you in taking off your coat. With your appearance entirely on display, the young man could examine you. And based on the words that escaped his mouth, he was definitely pleased with what he saw. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. 

“Naoya, you insolent child. Your manners, ” firmed the other older man.  

"Move it, geezer." Naoya shoved the man out of his way to waltz over you. He grabbed your hand to place a wet kiss on the soft flesh of your knuckles. The mischievous smirk as he looked at you through his lashes told you everything you needed to know. "You are absolutely gorgeous. Maybe an arranged marriage isn't so bad if you're the trophy. The name's Naoya. Y/N, is it?" 

Seriously—what is going on?  

You scrunched up your face in utter disgust from his words, but you would be lying if you said he wasn't attractive. 

He was tall. Even with the assistance of your six-inch heels, he was towering over you. The white dress shirt with three buttons undone showed a glimpse of what seemed to be a tattoo on his chest and a gold chain with a serpent pendant. His navy pants were snugged, being perfectly tailored to his hips. You could see his build through his clothes, and maybe, just maybe , you wouldn't mind seeing him bare.   

A typical pretty boy with three piercings along his left ear and just one on his right. His hair was bleach blond with black accented roots. But what captivated you the most was his snake-like golden eyes. They bleed confidence... power... intimidation. Yeah—he's a fuck boy. 

You scoffed. “Trophy? I’m not an object. This isn’t some kind of race. We’re just getting married. Nothing more. Nothing less.” 

"Mhm, feisty. I think I like you already," he declared. Still holding your hand, Naoya looked behind you in an attempt to glance at your ass. You instinctively grabbed his face with your thumb and index finger, digging your nails into his flesh to bring his attention back to your face. "Rough, too? Yes. This should be pleasant." 

You raised your brows. “Do you have no shame?” 

“I do. But I also have an attraction.” 

“Whatever, blondie. Let’s just get this over with.” 

“Blondie?” 

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑻𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑴𝑺𝑶𝑻 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑻 𝑺𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬, 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵-𝑻𝑶-𝑩𝑬-𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀. Your parents attempted to spark a conversation, but based on the one-word responses coming from the Zen'ins, it seemed pointless to continue trying. All that resonated was the sound of cutlery being tapped across plates while you cut into your meal. At least the food was good.  

Naoya was sitting directly across from you, and his eyes nearly pierced holes through your head. His look was hungry. Almost as if you'd let him, he would fuck you right here on the table. Even while eating, he seemed to cut his food perfectly while keeping his sight on you. Anyone else would probably crack at his gaze, but as you said before—the Zen'ins' intimidating personas do not phase you. If anything, in a way, his look was alluring. Eye contact during sex must be intense with him. They had the potential to be desirable. Maybe you did like how he was leering at you. 

As soon as Naoya looked up from his phone, he wanted to fuck you. "Who is this intoxicatingly sexy woman?" The rich silkiness of your deep complexion caused him internally to go feral. He admired how your breasts were sitting perfectly in your dress, wanting to decorate them with his marks. Your body was so full and thick. That slit in your dress gave him a peek at the fold between your thigh and lower stomach. He knew you would taste so sweet on his tongue grazing along your core. And, fuck. The way you spoke to him with that spicy mouth of yours had him desperate to hear you moan his name in ecstasy. 

Naoya thought your eyes were so soft yet sultry. Oh, how he would kill to see how you would look on your knees, tears falling down your face as your choking on his co- 

“So, Y/N. What is it that— hiccup —you do for a living?” Naobito asked, barely holding onto his liquor. 

“Uhm, I’m a receptionist at a law firm.” 

“Did you go to school?” 

“I did. I’m sorry, and you are?” 

“Ogi Zen’in. Unfortunately, I’m Naoya’s uncle,” he said in a vile tone. 

“Unfortunately?” Yo, seriously. What the fuck am I getting myself into?  

“Ah, okay. Well, yeah. I have my BA in Psychology.” 

“And why is that you’re not a therapist?” 

"Is this an interrogation, or are y'all trying to get to know me?" 

Your mother incredulously scoffed. “Y/N.” 

"I didn't come here to get questioned about my career choice. I make my own money, and I'm very capable of taking care of myself. Isn't that what matters the most?" you sassed. "And also, last time I checked, I was marrying blondie. Not his uncle, so why does he care?" 

“HA. Blondie? That’s a good one,” snorted Naobito. 

“Excuse my brother. However, I believe I have every right to know who my nephew is marrying. Do I not deserve that much?” 

"No. You don't, actually. You don't even like acknowledging him as your nephew. I've only been in this house for one hour, and it repulses me. I'm sure whoever he marries, you would be glad to finally have him out your hair." 

"Zen'in-san, please excuse my daughter. It seems like she had one too many drinks tonight," your mother said through gritted teeth. 

“Mother. I had two, and even if I had more, y’all know I’m no lightweight. So, please.” 

Meanwhile, Naoya sits quietly with a satisfying smirk on his face. Although he doesn't care what his family thinks of him, hearing you speak while defending him and yourself is turning him on. From what he can tell, you weren't a pushover. You were a beautiful firecracker waiting to be lit. Outside his obvious sexual attraction towards you, he thought maybe this couldn't be so bad? 

“Y/N, sweetheart. Zen’in-san was just asking you a question. Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?” 

“Dad, I understand you’re trying to be the voice of reason, but not right now. This old fart didn’t even ask me what’s my name before playing CSI.” Naoya snorted, causing you to glare at him. “And what the fuck is so funny, blondie?” 

"This. This whole dinner. I know you're new here, doll, but allow me to give you a heads up. I don't give two shits about what these geezers or the rest of the family think about me. I appreciate you defending me. However, this is trivial." 

"What the—Uhm, yeah, no. This is not going to happen. I'd rather swallow a jean jacket with peanut butter and drag my vagina on a floor of needles than marry into this family. Mom. Dad. I can find my own husband, but this arranged marriage bullshit is not going to happen." 

“Y/N M/N L/N. I know you fucking lying. I just know you are.” 

"Mom, you think I'm unhinged? You know how close of a family we are. Why would you even want me to marry into a family like this? They all hate each other. No way in hell I'm bringing my kids around this." 

“Ah, so a breeding kink you have?” Naoya sneered. 

Arranged marriage, my ass.  

“Alright. I’m done for the night. I love the both of you, but this ain’t gon work. I’ll see you guys later.” After taking a couple of bites of your food, and one last sip of wine, you wiped your hands and walked towards the door. 

"Hold on, doll face. I'm coming with you!" 

𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿

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[derangederensimp]

You’re Mine Part 2 (Naoya x Fem Reader)

I think this works well as my submission for The End Collab on @arozaur blog. This collab is for Dark Content.

CW: Naoya is his own warning, Submissive Naoya, Hair pulling, BDSM themes (such as Hard Dom roles, inflicting pain, denial of orgasm), Fingering, Oral Fem receiving, hand job, Edging, Brat taming, Degradation, Humiliation, Breeding Kink, Angry Sex, Creampie, and lastly we got some fluff at the end.

Previous Part

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“Naoya!” You angrily stormed into his office. Slamming the door shut behind you. “Mm, Can I help you?” He questioned not bothering to look up at you from his paperwork. Although your footsteps were growing louder and the tone of your voice indicating you had got wind of what he had told the guards. It was just guy talk and he thought you’d adore such praise he gave your abilities to pleasure him in any way he asked. A smirk growing on his face as he watched your hands slam onto the desk covering his work.

“Wipe that grin off your face. Sharing private intimate matters between husband and wife is not acceptable. Would you like me to tell my ladies after I walk out of here that you submitted to me?” Huffing air out through your noise.

A loud laugh leaving his mouth as he leaned back into his chair and crossing his arms “well that simply would be a lie, no? Did I lie when I said that you please me any way I ask you to y/n? Don’t think I did, it’s the truth, a compliment really.” He rolled his eyes before setting his gaze onto you. Your body radiating nothing but pure angered curse energy. “I don’t think you quite listened, I said when I walk out of here I’ll tell them. You will submit Naoya.”

“By all means baby, go ahead and try” he teased putting his arms up and behind his head.

Walking to stand beside him you took a fist full of his hair and tugging up, Naoya attempting to muffle a slight groan. “Get off the chair” you tightened your grip.

“Don’t think so” He said, remaining seated. Making a sound *Tsk* before turning your wrist only making your grip tighter and pulling forward to forcefully move him out of the chair. Letting go of his hair, hewatched as you sat in his chair as he rubbed the top of his head “Such a fucking brat” you sighed putting your arms on the arm rests.

“Look who’s talking” Naoya scoffed, taking a step towards you. Putting your leg out, resting it on his waist and stopping him. “I think the first way you should apologize is by getting on your knees and begging for it then maybe I’ll let you get a taste?” You glared up at the man spreading out your other leg and revealing your nude core. He stared down gritting his teeth, cursing to himself that you’d sure be the death of him with these no panty stunts you often pull.

He was glad you never had a slip up accidentally exposing yourself to someone else other than him. Though it that happened anyways it wouldn’t matter because at the end of the day you were being pounded into and filled by only him. The thought making his cock twitch. Ignoring the grin on your face as you quickly closed your leg. “Go on, apologize. Beg for me to show you again” interlacing your fingers and setting your hands on your lap and tapping the floor with your other foot.

“You know I am not one for patience Naoya. Get on your knees” you said, pushing your foot slightly harder into his hip. He decided playing along with your little game would get what he wanted in the end… a taste and you later clenching on his dick. Slowly getting onto his knees, snaking his hand up your leg and rubbing up your calf to thigh and back down looking up at you “com’on won’t you forgive me y/n? Don’t you want me to make you feel good baby?”

Sighing you softly pressed your foot against his stomach “that is not an apology Naoya” you eyed him as he planted kissing along your leg making the heat between your legs only grow hotter and wetter.

Placing his head on your leg and rubbing circles in your thigh “Please forgive me baby, I-it was truly a compliment really. I’ll never again tell anyone what goes on between us. Give me a taste please y/n…You know I can smell you. Your extremely turned on by this aren’t you, such a dirty little sl-“ before he could even finish his last word you leaned forward in the chair and flicked his forehead with your middle finger.

Opening your legs for him, glaring down at him “if it’ll shut you up go for it. I have a feeling later you’ll make a better apology than that”

He wasted no time slipping 2 fingers between your slit and rubbing up collecting all your juices on the tips of them and lolling his tongue out. He could feel your body resist the urge to slide down the chair more to allow more contact making his lips curve into a grin. Just before he was able to pull his head away from your cunt you draped your leg over his shoulder. “So sweet”

Keeping your hands on the armrests, fingers digging into the leather when his tongue made contact with your clit. The short quick licks and tongue swirls turned into flat tongued pressure while he glided two fingers into your cunt and slowly pumping them in and out. Softly humming on your clit causing your gummy walls to clench on them. Hooking his fingers inside at your g-spot, his ears hearing the sweetest moan come from your throat.

“Ganna cum?” Naoya asked, after removing his mouth from your clit. Lifting a finger to your lips you shushed him. Rolling his eyes he went back to suckling on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your thigh lightly shaking as you threw your head back onto the chair. Feeling the knot in your stomach snap, cumming on his tongue. The lewd noise of Naoya slurping every last drop made your clit throb. Breathing heavily you shifted your gaze from the ceiling back down to Naoya whose face was drenched in your essence.

One swift movement he grabbed you into his arms and carried you over to the couch sitting down while having you straddle him. Biggest mistake he made, you knew what he wanted and wasn’t going to give it to him easily. Untying the rest of the traditional outfit the estate would make you wear, discarding it to the floor. Taking a breast into your hand and rubbing your thumb along your nipple “Suck”

Licking his lips he took your other breast into his hand while he suckled on the other. Flicking the bud with his tongue and pinching the other in his finger. “You're being so obedient, being good.”

As a reward you began grinding your hips against his fully clothed figure, each time nipping at his neck when he’d attempt to loosen his pants and release his hardened dick from the constricting restraint of his pants. “Ah- ah- ah, you were doing so well. Don’t make me have you start over because I will” *tsk*. Going slow once again you kissed his lips passionately before slipping your tongue into his mouth to stimulate him.

His low moans encouraging you too keep going as your hands traveled down his chest to his crotch. The slightest graze of your palm over the bulge made Naoya’s hips thrust up to fully meet it. You’ve never seen the man look more submissive in your life, the way his cheeks were blushed, eyes never leaving yours, and his almost whiny soft low moans begging for more sensation escaping his lips drove you crazy. Undoing his Hakama and tugging at it to lower from his hips, his lower body moving to help. His cock springing out and softly slapping his stomach, the cold breeze of air causing him to suck air through his teeth.

Palming it with your hand before wrapping your fingers around him and lightly stroking up and down before teasing the tip with your thumb. “That’s right, stroke my cock-“ Naoya said before you placed a hand over his mouth. “No talking” you cooed into his ear before vigorously stroking his cock base to tip. His muffled moans vibrated along your palm.

You knew at this rate he’d be cumming soon so you slowed down the pace almost to a painful stop, his eyes widening as he bit down on his lip. “You were about to cum without permission weren’t you? That’s too bad.”

Leaning your hips forward hovering over his cock you teased him at your entrance rubbing the tip across your slit before swirling it along your clit then backing off and leaving his dick twitching at your lack of contact. His eyelids drooping slightly. Removing your hand from his mouth you stroked his cheek with your thumb. “Are you ready to apologize?” You questioned, traveling your hand down to your core and rubbing your clit. “I’m sorry sweetheart please I won’t tell anyone again. Ride me please. I need to feel your pussy squeezing around me.” Naoya said, gripping his cock in his hand stroking at himself at the same pace you were massaging your clit. Moaning your name softly over and over again.

He attempted bucking his hips up to reach your now dripping cunt but you were still hovering over him a bit too high. Your orgasm nearing, lowering your hips to meet his tip he grinned before placing a hand on your waist and slamming you down onto his cock. He couldn’t help but release a loud groan throwing his head back at the sensation of your walls fluttering around his dick.

He stretched out your cunt beautifully, mumbling curses between each time your body met the base. You decided to let him have his fun, having him thrust from below at a pace he enjoyed most. The pressure in your stomach building as Naoya observed your facial expressions, a devilish grin forming when he placed his palm onto your lower stomach and pushing into the spot causing the pressure to burst. Cunt tightening on his cock cumming. “That’s my girl, now let me fill you up the way you deserve-“ Naoya praised but getting interrupted.

“You don’t get to cum yet” you breathed out between moans riding out your orgasm removing his hands from your hips you held them above his head and tightening your hand around his wrists. If you hadn’t he would’ve kept you on his cock, not allowing you to remove him fully from your core to edge him once again. His thighs shook below you, clenching his jaw, the nerve you had to deny him of yet another orgasam. He huffed out air as he tried to cool down sweat beading on his forehead as you kissed and suckled along his collar bone marking him. “You c-can’t do that F-ah fuck. I’m the only one who can do that to you. No one would see you but me- they will see this” his whiny voice annoying you.

“That’s why I left them where your shirt covers, you brat” you softly scoffed into neck. Lifting your head to face him once again before teasing the tip of his cock with your entrance again. Taking his length fully in again, controlling the pace.

The overstimulation from being edged tears began to well up in Naoya’s eyes. His cheeks beet red and breathing rapidly trying to recover from your relentless movements that only brought him closer and closer to his much needed release. “Pl- shit Please I-I’m sorry baby-let me cum y/n, I don’t know how much longer I can take this” followed by rolls of low moans. Stopping your hip movement once again gaining a gasp from his lips and tears shortly after the loss of contact streaming down his cheeks.

“You look so pretty when you cry” you stared down at the man underneath you. Wiping his hot tears from his cheeks the lack of touch sent him over the edge making him turn into a begging crying mess. Keeping his orgasam away from him.

“Maybe you’ll learn not to embarrass me again, hmm? Be a good husband won’t you and cum.” You said thrusting your hips onto his, your walls clenching around his cock milking his release. His body twitched underneath, releasing your hold on his wrists his hands instantly met your hips, fingers digging into your waist. The sting only making your orgasam 10x more pleasureable. Placing a hand onto his chest to steady yourself. His chest heaving up and down before you could even look under you his hand reached up to your face squeezing slightly on your jaw and pulling you to look at him.

“Speak of this to anyone and I’ll make you regret it. Got it.” He scoffed, his eyes piercing into yours as your glare reflected the same look he bestowed to you. Smirks growing along both of your faces as a soft giggle leaves your mouth. Of course the moment after he was dominated he reverted back into the dominant role.

He would be lying if he tried to deny how much he enjoyed being submissive to you and under your control. Giving you a taste of your own medicine on taming a brat. “Now Naoya, is that the way to talk to your wife after I made you feel so good?” You cooed into his ear. His face heating up again before nestling it in the crook of your neck.

“You interrupted me at the perfect time, can’t finish my work now so I have the rest of the night to spend beside you. Maybe I should punish you next… or reward you for your little performance.” Kissing your neck as he held you in his arms, cock still buried inside. He didn’t want to pull out just yet “need to make sure your cunt takes all of my cum. Not a drop wasted, you’ll be with child soon enough.” He spoke, stroking your hair with his han. Feeling your chest against his slow breathing, he knew you were out cold. Closing his eyes he rested too.

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[veronica-sawyers-monocle]

🕷 naoya zenin x female reader 

🕷 word count: 2k

🕷 warnings: sexual content, dubious consent

🕷 author’s note: you guys i haven’t posted a fic in so long...hoping to get back into it! if you enjoy this, please like, comment, or reblog.

You were always minding your own business when your stepfather came around. This time, you relaxed in the gardens of the Zenin estate, dropping food pellets into the pond to feed the koi fish. Smiling to yourself, you watched the fish swim to the surface and gulp down the pellets scattered across the water’s surface.

The serenity of the moment was broken by the booming voice of your stepfather.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite stepdaughter!” His voice caused the colorful fish to disperse and dive beneath the pond’s surface. He gave you a heavy clap on your back that could be categorized as a slap. You gripped the railing, steadying yourself.

“Hi,” you mumbled.

“I see you’re not up to much, as usual. You’re just like Naoya, lazy, incompetent…”

“Don’t ever compare me to Naoya. Or any other member of this stupid clan.” You glared at the older man. Your stepfather sneered.

“Well, I just came to let you know that I heard from someone—I won’t say who—that I’m a leading prospect for head of the clan.” His arrogant smirk framed by a patchy goatee irritated you endlessly. You scoffed; you had enough of this man.

“Whoever’s making that decision is an idiot. Even Naoya would make a better leader than you,”

Suddenly, your stepfather turned on you, gripping your neck and pushing you against the railing. You struggled to get a hold on the railing behind you to keep yourself from falling into the pond, but his grip was so forceful they just flailed behind you. He was red in the face, fuming at your words.

“What did I do to deserve an ungrateful bitch of a stepdaughter like you!” he spat, his voice shaking. “I swear I’ll divorce your good-for-nothing mother if it means I don’t have to—”

His hand was ripped from your neck. It was Naoya, he’d pulled your stepfather away from you and the two men were struggling on the ground, fighting each other.

You watched them wrestle, not wanting to get in between their testosterone-fueled scuffle. Eventually, Naoya released your stepfather, who stalked off fuming.

You didn’t know Naoya too well, and although he was known as an arrogant, misogynistic asshole, he’d always been polite to you, treating you with respect and kindness.

“Hey, come to my room, I’ll get you some water.” His light brown gaze rested on your throat, a slight frown pulling the corners of his mouth.

“I’m fi--“ you started.

Naoya shook his head and gently placed his hand on your shoulder. His thumb stroked the delicate skin of your neck and he felt your pulse fluttering beneath it.

“That bastard left bruises on you. Fucking unacceptable.”

“It’s alright, Naoya, I promise. I just don’t want to cause any more problems. My stepfather’s just a dick.”

Naoya shook his head. He grabbed your wrist and looked at you intensely. “Just come to my room. Please.” Something in his eyes betrayed his intentions, and you could tell he wanted more than to just help you out with your minor injury.

Naoya was handsome, you thought, with his toned physique and pretty eyes. Worth a try if only to piss off your stepfather.

He led you to his room, and it was just as lavish as you expected. Instead of the usual futon, he had a king size, four poster bed. Beautiful rugs were placed throughout his chambers and despite the mild spring weather, a fire crackled dimly on the hearth.

You sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Naoya somewhat expectantly.

“So, did you have, like, an ice pack or something you wanted to give me?”

Naoya had moved so that he was standing right between your legs. Your breathing quickened.

“Yeah, I had something I wanted to give you.”

“What’s that?”

“Close your eyes,” Naoya could barely look at you and his cheeks were starting to flush. You followed his orders, knowing he was probably going to unzip his pants and—just as you suspected, you felt the warm skin of his dick against your cheek. Opening your eyes, you moved slightly and sucked his tip into your mouth obediently, moaning at the salty, masculine taste of him. You took your time, swirling your tongue around just the head of him and teasing him until he let out a whine, thrusting his hips forward and forcing you to take more of him.

“Stop fucking teasing,” he panted. He gripped the back of your head with one hand and pushed you further. His tip was hitting the back of your throat at this point, making you gag and pull your head back.

“Aww, little girl can’t handle my big cock, huh?”

“I can handle it, I’d just rather have it inside me.” You replied.

“So that’s how you’re gonna be,” Naoya pushed you further onto the bed and removed just enough clothing to access your pussy, too impatient to bother with the rest. He manhandled you so that you were on all fours, exposed to him.

“You’re already wet, just from sucking my dick, huh,” he laughed. Leaning over you, he pushed his dick inside, breathing shakily in your ear.

“Take my cock you…ugh…you fucking slut…” His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he rocked into you.

Although he tried to act like a porn star, Naoya’s misogynistic facade crumbled before your eyes as he drowned in your pussy.

“Ohhh, fuckkk…” Naoya was moaning your name as he thrust into you. “Your pussy feels so fucking nice,” he groaned into your neck.  “You’re gonna make me cum, oh…hell yeah baby girl…”

 ……………………………………………………………

 Naoya lay on his back beside you, his toned chest rapidly rising and falling. Your eyes were closed, but you could sense the man’s amber gaze focused on you, taking in your hair splayed across the silk pillows and the serene, satisfied expression gracing your features.

You smiled when you felt him hook a long leg around your own, pulling you closer to him. Naoya’s breathing was heavy on your neck.

“Still desperate for me even after we finished, huh?” You smirked, finally letting yourself tease him.

“Shut…” he trailed his hand down stomach and swiped his long fingers through the mess of fluids leaking out of you. You shuddered at the overstimulation, still sensitive.

“…up.” He pushed his fingers inside of you.

 “Fuck, Naoya,” your voice broke in a whine. “Unh…please…”

“Please what, baby?” Naoya’s gaze was heavy on you, lips slightly parted and eyes hazed over in lust. He looked hypnotized, obsessed with how your body was at the mercy of his fingers. “Tell me what you need.”

“M-move your fingers,” you whispered. He complied immediately, and his fingers began slowly dragging in and out. The palm of his hand hit your clit every time he thrust back in, and you bucked your hips against him, craving more friction.

“You know,” Naoya said between slow drags of his fingers, “I always had my eye on you, ever since you came to the estate. Pretty foreigner who I just wanted to ruin.” You could barely understand what he was saying. “Did you feel the same about me?” Your mind was foggy from the pleasure he was giving you so all you could do was moan as the motion of his fingers rocked your entire body.

He stopped.

“Naoya pl—”

“Answer me!” He slapped your clit.

“Fuck, I—” you gasped, so close to your orgasm. “I just thought you were a misogynist asshole like everyone said!”

Naoya stopped, his face falling. He got up and walked away from the bed, running a hand through his hair.

“Naoya, I’m sorry.” He turned towards you, his face unreadable.

“Is that really what you think of me?” he said quietly.

“No, I was gonna say that’s what I thought at first, you know, because of your reputation.”

He walked back over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and glancing at you sideways.

“But honestly, I had nothing else to go off of except for that,” you continued.

“And what about now?” Naoya mumbled the question instead of asking directly, seeming almost scared to know the answer.

“I don’t think that anymore,” you replied.

“Everyone with high status in the Zenin clan all act the same. Like complete dicks. Being like them is the only way I can compete with them, but I swear I’m not like that.”

“Naoya.” You said his name in hopes that he’d shut up.

“I don’t want you to think I’m some asshole. I’m serious.”

“Naoya,” you said softly. Leaning towards him, you gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Your tongues met before your lips did as you swallowed each other’s moans. Lips never leaving yours, Naoya pushed you back onto the pillows and slid his fingers back inside you.

“Ohh…still so wet, aren’t you,” he breathed. His lips ran down your neck as he fucked you with his fingers. His pace wasn’t urgent, but with every thrust inward you gasped and held on to his upper arms tighter and tighter.

“Fuck, come for me baby, I can feel you’re close,” Naoya whined into your skin. You didn’t expect him to be this vocal. It was almost submissive the way he was dedicated to pleasing you now.

He buried his head in your neck, teeth almost biting your shoulder. Between the mind-numbing thrusts of his fingers, you could feel movements from Naoya grinding into the bed next to you as well, and that’s what caused you to finally come for him. Pleasing you was arousing him so much that he couldn’t help but to seek relief from the mattress like a virgin.

Naoya looked at you with wide, amazed eyes as he watched you twitch around his fingers. “Damn, your pussy’s clenching around me,” he said breathlessly.

“What, you never felt a girl cum before?” You grinned at him in your post-orgasm haze. Teasing Naoya was just too irresistible.

His face flushed a deep red and he immediately looked away from you. “Shut up,” he mumbled. “Of course I’ve made girls cum before.”

“I know, I can tell you have experience. I’m just messing with you. Although you didn’t make me finish when you fucked me the first time so…”

Naoya rolled his eyes and buried his head in your chest, letting out a half-joking, frustrated growl. You ran your fingers through his short hair, massaging his scalp. He sighed with how good it felt and threw a long arm around your waist, pulling himself closer to you.

“Do this again sometime?” he mumbled.

“Hah, I’m sorry, what was that?”

Naoya sighed. “Would you like to do this again with me sometime?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’d make sure your stepfather never gives you shit again.” Perfect.

“Okay, I think we have a deal then.”

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ʚ Naoya Zen'in x chubby fem reader ɞ

Part 1 ♥︎ Part 2 ♥︎ Part 3 ♥︎ Part 4 ♥︎ Part 5

❥ Word count: 12.9k

❥ CW: chubby fem reader, blatant fatphobia (i.e. name calling, insults, just all around horrible behavior), angst, mild violence (somebody gets punched), drinking (i.e. getting drunk), vomiting, mentions of suicide, lots of communication, smut, face sitting, somewhat dom reader near the end

❥ A/N: heyyyy bitchessssss aldklajfla hope yall're doing well 💕 welp! It's finally here! It's much longer than i thought it would be but im happy with how it turned out. I hope you all enjoy it as well :) thank you for being patient and sticking with me on this journey. I'm very grateful for all your support and kind words about this series 💕

You were tougher than you looked. 

Naoya thought you would crack pretty quick, forty minutes, an hour tops. But there you were across the room, laughing along with his aunts, his little cousins running around and stopping by your side every so often. He watched you lean down and let them whisper something in your ear, taking a long drink when you smiled and looked back at them, telling them something in response. The scene would've usually tugged at his heart strings, made him want to put a baby in you and start a family of your own, but right now it made him sick. You shouldn't be over there: you should be by his side, giggling at his jokes and leaning in when he'd whisper gossip to you. You should've been next to him so he could wrap his arm around you, pull your chair closer to his, maybe move his hand down to your ass and squeeze. He could practically hear you whine in protest, pushing on his chest and pouting, complaining about him being so handsy when people were around–

"Are you listening?"

Naoya sighed, tipping back his glass of whiskey before glancing at the woman beside him. She was the daughter of some big-wig his father had invited, blonde and thin, her spray tan a bit darker than it should be. He was pretty sure her tits were fake too, but he wasn't certain.

"No, not really. What did you say?" She scoffed, leaning towards him, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her chest. Wasn't her outfit a bit too revealing for a black tie event? You were dressed much better than her, more mature, stunning–

"I was saying that I was going to go to Belize next month but Daddy is telling me that I can't go until I act more 'responsible' but like I've already found a super cute bikini and I invited all my friends–"

God, he didn't care, he didn't fucking care. This was quite possibly the last thing he wanted to be doing, listening to some ditzy twig talk about her stupid vacation. He wanted to be beside you, wanted to talk to you. He was still staring at you, wondering if you had considered this a vacation before you got mad at him, if this was something you'd want to do again when you weren't so angry, once you'd forgiven him. Maybe he could take you on a trip to Bora Bora to apologize, lavish you with gifts and enough attention to make you sick. He'd love to see you in a slutty lil swimsuit, something small and tight that squeezed you just right. Maybe he could get a private beach so he could keep you away from the lingering gazes of other men. Plus, he could always take your swimsuit off himself on that isolated shore and–

"Oh my God, you're not listening!" Naoya sighed and rolled his eyes, standing up and giving the girl a fake smile.

"Sorry, hun. Gotta go take a piss. Go find somebody else to talk to."

She scoffed as he walked away, mouth hung open in shock, but he didn't care. He moved around the tables and crowd, barely paying attention to the busy dance floor. His eyes were on you, on the curve of your back as you leaned forward on the table, smiling brightly as you typed away on your phone. You were alone, Keiko and Keiya off doing who knows what, so Naoya took the opportunity to pull out the seat next to you and sit down. You glanced up, frowning once you saw him, tensing as you looked back at your phone.

"So… you gonna ignore me all night? Or are we gonna act like adults and talk through this?"

"I have nothing to say to you," you spoke flatly, not peeling your eyes from your phone. Naoya pushed down his frustration, stifling the urge to yell and demand your full attention.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think it would hurt you. I should've talked to you before introducing you to my dad." You didn't say anything, still typing on your phone, making him anxious. "I said I'm sorry."

"I heard you." He waited for you to continue, but when you didn't say anything else, he instinctively filled the space.

"Look, I'm sorry, I really am. Just let me make it up to you, okay? We can go away somewhere and just relax for a couple days, shit, we could leave for a couple weeks if you want, I don't care, just–"

"I don't want to be around you anymore, Naoya. I deserve better."

"Babe, please–"

"Please don't call me babe anymore. I don't wanna talk to you." You took a deep breath, grabbing your champagne glass and taking a sip. "I will be civil to you for the rest of this trip but I don't want anything to do with you once we get home." Oh, he didn't like that answer one bit. Desperate times.

"And what if I don't let you go home, huh? What if I just cancel your ticket and force you to stay?"

"Keiya said she would help me out if I needed anything." Shit.

"Oh, yeah? What else is Keiya gonna do for ya? She gonna take you shopping? Make you her sugar baby? Eat your pussy?"

"Y/N!!" Naoya stopped when his little cousins ran up to the other side of you, grabbing your dress and patting your leg. "They said they would do-do the chicken dance if-if-if enough people asked–"

"We wanna do the chicken dance with you!"

"Can you ask them pretty please? We wanna dance the chicken dance!" Your laugh was light and glittery, sweet as nectar, and Naoya found his anger melting at the sound. How could someone have him wrapped around their finger with just a giggle?

"Alright, alright, I'll go ask them. Are your mom and aunt gonna ask too?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Yep!"

"Okay, then let's all go ask together. I'm sure they'll play it if we ask nice enough." The twins cheered, bouncing as you stood up. Naoya quickly reached out, wrapping his hand around your wrist, making you look back at him confused.

"I'm not done talking." Your eyes darkened and you gave him a look he had never seen before: one of absolute indifference.

"I am." Your gaze did not falter as you shook him off, glaring at him before reaching for his cousins' hands, smiling down at them. "Let's go, ladies." You walked off without another word, not looking back, not giving any indication that he even existed to you. He felt his hands twitch as he watched you walk off. He bit at his lower lip, chewing it into oblivion as he looked down at his whiskey glass, mind racing.

Okay, she doesn't want to talk. That's fine. Two can play at that game. You can ignore her too. She'll be back at some point. But as his eyes trailed back up to you—as he saw how you smiled brightly at people you had just met—a small voice in his head arose.

She's not going to come back.

Okay, maybe she won't come back right away, but you can make it up to her. You've won plenty of women over after much worse actions. Maybe you could send her flowers or do one of those stupid grand gestures that they do in romance movies, show up to her job and get on your knees, beg her to forgive you. You can put on a show if it means getting her back.

As if that would make her forgive you. She's never shown interest in those things before; why would she start now? Naoya watched you across the reception room, leg bouncing as he saw his aunt Keiya lean towards you and whisper something in your ear. He felt his stomach churn when you tossed your head back and gave a heartfelt laugh. See? She doesn't need you. She never did. Why would she choose you over the dozens of other people who would treat her so much better?

She doesn't have dozens of people lining up to date her–

How do you know?

Oh, God. He didn't know. He didn't know at all. There was so much uncertainty around you—your past, your goals—did he even know what your favorite color was? What was your last name again? Did you even have parents? You two never talked about your families…

A large hand clapped onto Naoya's back, almost launching him into the table. He choked on his drink, stifling a cough as a boisterous laugh sounded beside him.

"Jeez, looks like somebody can't handle his liquor."

God damn it all.

"The fuck do you want, Naotake?" The elder Zen'in whistled, leaning down to get a better look at Naoya.

"Damn, who shit in your cereal this morning? Can't even give a polite 'hello' to your big brother?" Naoya gulped down his whiskey, sending his brother a glare.

"Maybe I would greet my brothers if they were worth my time."

"Just as cold as usual, I see. But seriously, how have you been? Haven't seen you since Ogi's wedding and that was years ago." Naoya kept quiet, staring at you from across the hall, watching you sway lazily with one of his little cousins in your arms, their cheek squished against your shoulder. His brother hummed, putting his hand on Naoya's shoulder. "Girl trouble?"

"Fuck off." Naotake gave a laugh, patting his shoulder.

"C'mon. Let's get you a refill." Naoya glanced down at his glass, sighing when he realized it was empty save for a bit of leftover ice. He begrudgingly stood up, pausing when his head spun for a moment, quickly recovering before walking to the bar with Naotake.

"Whiskey Sour or Old Fashioned?"

"Just straight."

"Shit, really? You must really be having a hard time." Naoya wanted to make a snide comment back, but his right temple pounded uncomfortably, leaving him mute. His brother didn't seem to care: he ordered a whiskey on the rocks for Naoya and a highball for himself, pushing a five dollar bill towards the bartender.

"So," he started, pushing the far-too-filled glass of whiskey to his brother, leaning against the bar, "what's her name?" Naoya stayed silent, contemplating his empty glass before pushing it away, grabbing the full one and tossing it back.

"Y/N."

"Pretty. How'd ya meet her?" Another chug, one that weighed heavy in the back of his throat, making his mouth sticky.

"She's my neighbor."

"Cute. So, you flirt with her by the mailboxes one day and make your move, or did it take time to ask her out?" Naoya's head felt heavy, like there were too many thoughts spinning around in his skull, weighing him down.

"We're not dating." The words came out without much thought, but the implication behind them left a hard pit in his stomach. Oh, God, is this how you felt when he had just called you his neighbor, indicating that you were nothing more? Did you feel just as sick and worthless as he did right now?

"Not dating? So why did you bring her?" Why did he bring you? Why did he whine and complain when you first said that you didn't want to come? Why did he insist that you spend time with him in a far away place?

"I… well, I wanted her to come."

"I understand that, but why?"

"Why are you interrogating me? Is it a crime to bring a plus one that you're not dating?" Naotake held up a hand in surrender.

"Hey, I didn't say anything like that. I'm just confused as to why you brought along a girl that you're not dating. Dating isn't really your style in the first place so I'm lost."

Dating really wasn't his style, for a multitude of reasons. Strict rules and a lack of a caring motherly figure in his childhood home: he just wasn't raised to love like that. Naoya had always considered himself a bachelor, going from woman to woman, enjoying them until he had his fill and then leaving them without any consideration for how they would feel waking up in an empty bed. He never liked the thought of dating, of being tied down to just one person, worried about the endless list of risks. He probably took that after his father, one of the many things he would inherit in his lifetime.

But then you came along, plump and beaming and filled to the brim with a sincerity he wasn't used to. He knew very well how fake people were in his world, singing his praises of how wonderful he was, the best Zen'in son, the clear heir to his father's empire. He was used to the exaggerations and the brown-nosing from strangers and friends in hopes that he would sprinkle a bit of his wealth onto them, blessing them with a fraction of his destined fortune. He knew how to sniff it out, how to play the game so he could trail people along as long as he liked until he grew bored and left them behind. He could taste the tracest amount of saccharine; he had grown accustomed to its flavor, to its artificial taste.

You, on the other hand, were pure sugarcane, sweet and honest and real despite how artificial the rest of the world was. It was refreshing, in a frightening way. Is that why he bullied you in the beginning, treating you like absolute garbage? Was he just so unused to genuine kindness that it made him build his walls even higher, turning him cruel and defensive and downright bitter?

"So, you're not dating but you brought your neighbor along with you anyways. Are yall fucking or something?" Naoya paused when his drink reached his lips, shrugging and downing the last of it, putting his glass on the counter and signaling for the bartender to refill it.

"I guess."

"Well, you are or you aren't, but if you brought her along then I assume you're at least fucking." Naoya pulled his newly filled glass back to him, swallowing down some phlegm building in the back of his throat. "Okay, then let me ask you this: does she matter to you?" 

What kind of question was that? Of course you did. You mattered more than people he knew since kindergarten, more than friends and family who only cared about him because his presence alone had benefits. And that didn't even scratch the surface of all the bullshit expectations he had to live up to.  You mattered so, so much; why couldn't you see that? Did one word really mean that much to you? Would being his girlfriend really have solved the inevitable downfall of your relationship? You would've left him sooner or later: either he would get bored or you would realize, just like today, that you deserved better. Why tie you down with a label when you would free yourself from it eventually? You both knew that he was trash; if it wasn't for his dad's money and influence, nobody would give him a second glance.

"To be honest, if you are fucking her, I'm surprised. She doesn't seem like she fits your standards."

"What?" he snapped at Naotake, glaring at him through the haze of booze coursing through him. Naoya's brother shrugged, staring straight ahead.

"I mean, she's kinda pretty, but not really hot. You always went after the hot girls so I'm just shocked that you went after a… big girl like her, ya know?"

No, he didn't know. What the fuck was his brother talking about? Not hot? Jesus, how blind could he be? You were absolutely radiant tonight; Naoya wasn't sure if he'd ever seen you so beautiful before. You looked like an angel, absolutely glowing under the hall's chandeliers, and this idiot had the audacity to say you weren't hot.

"If you don't see how hot she is then that's your problem."

"Ooo, someone's getting defensive. You sure you aren't dating?"

"Fuck off."

"Alright, alright," he mumbled, turning around to lean his back against the bar. "I'm just confused, I guess. I mean, you've always been an ass man so I can kind of see why you chose her—" how dare he look at you "—but I can't see the appeal of the rest of her."

"Naotake. If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it."

"Sure, but you know me. I like to give my opinion regardless!" He let out a hearty laugh, but Naoya didn't see what was so funny. He didn't see why his pathetic elder brother would laugh about something like this. "But seriously, Naoya, a fat girl? I just… I don't know, man, she's not ugly but she'd look a hell of a lot better if she cut the carbs and worked out once in a while."

Oh, that made his blood boil, which was odd since Naoya would've said something similar not even a year ago. But it was different coming from a stranger, from a nobody that didn't know the first thing about you. He'd never know how soft the wide expanse of your skin was or how sweetly you keened when someone squeezed your tummy while pounding your perfect cunt or how your round cheeks felt when he cupped your face and you smiled. He was just spouting ignorance at this point. Regardless, it pissed Naoya off.

"Like her face is pretty and all, and sure her tits look good, but Jesus, you can see her belly pushing up against her dress and shit. It looks gross. If you are fucking her, you must do it from the back all the time so you don't have to see it."

God, is this how Naoya used to talk? Was it the booze making him realize how terrible this all sounded? Considering all the horrible things he once said about your body before he knew you, no wonder you were so willing to drop him the minute he fucked up.

"I mean, credit where credit is due, she's got a nice rack on her. Bet her areolas look like bologna slices, huh?"

Naoya downed the last of his drink, setting it on the counter with a thud. He was getting tired of this, getting sick of hearing his stupid, worthless brother go on and on about you, talking about you like you were nothing more than a toy to be used and discarded.

You have no right to complain. You treated her the exact same way.

"To be honest with you, if you're not dating then I may take her for a spin. At least then I could find out what all the fuss is about with a whale like her–"

It all happened so fast. The wind-up, the followthrough, his older brother falling to the floor and grabbing his cheek. Naoya hadn't even fully processed that he had punched Naotake until his hand started to throb, blood rushing to the point of contact. 

He was breathing heavily, eyes glazed as he stared at his brother, not blinking until one of his distant family members rushed over to help him up off the ground. Naoya inhaled sharply, head spinning as he looked up at the reception. Not many had noticed what just occurred, but it was enough to make him shrink in on himself. He could see his father's disapproving glare across the room, his bimbo of a receptionist sitting on his lap, clinging to him tightly. Naoya's eyes struggled to scan the attendees, eventually settling on you. You were staring right back, eyes wide in shock or fear, your hands holding his cousin's head towards your shoulder so she couldn't see the events that were unfolding. 

His stomach twisted horribly as he struggled to swallow. He turned his back on the crowd, looking up at the nervous bartender. He leaned against the bar, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.

"Gimme the bottle."

"S-Sir… I'm not sure if —" Naoya reached out quickly, grabbing the poor man by the collar, pulling his face close.

"The bottle." The bartender gulped, grabbing the nearby bottle of whiskey and putting it up on the counter. Naoya released him, tossing him a bill of unknown value before snatching the bottle, rushing out of the reception.

Stupid stupid stupid, he repeated as he trudged to the elevators, pulling the cork lid off and drinking straight from the bottle. He hit the wrong floor at first, but corrected himself after focusing on the numbered buttons for far too long. The elevator made him woozy, but he made it out alive, wobbling down the hall as he gulped down too much whiskey. Hopefully he'd feel better after a short shower and some sleep. Maybe he wouldn't be so miserable in the morning.

No. Who was he kidding? He deserved to feel this shitty, to drown his sorrows in alcohol until he blacked out. What better punishment than misery for the scum of the Earth?

"Are you sure you wanna go alone, hun? We can send one of his uncles up with ya."

"No, I'll be fine."

"Alright… I'm just worried he'll get violent with you too." You paused, contemplating her words.

"I'll be alright. I can take care of myself." Keiya gave you a sympathetic smile, holding out her hands to take Mai. You transferred the sleeping girl to her aunt's shoulder, rubbing her back soothingly before smiling at her. "Thank you for looking out for me tonight. I really appreciate all of it."

"No problem, hun. If you need anything—anything at all—you've got my number, okay?" You nodded, giving the woman one more side hug before pulling away, waving at Keiko before leaving the reception. It was a short trip to the elevator and up to your floor: you didn't see Naoya anywhere along the way, assuming he would be in your shared room having a temper tantrum of sorts. A part of you didn't want to check on him, wanted to make him wallow in misery for a while, but you were better than that. You still cared about him despite it all. You'd made a strong emotional connection with him; you couldn't get rid of those feelings within a couple hours, despite how badly you wished you could.

You were shifting through your clutch to find your key card, looking up and slowing down once you reached your room. There was Naoya, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, head slumped to one side and eyes closed. There was an empty bottle of whiskey beside him, his jacket on the other side, bow tie unraveled and resting around his neck.

"You look like shit," you muttered mostly to yourself, shaking your head as you took in the pathetic display in front of you. Naoya peeked at you with one eye, soon closing it and slumping back.

"F'rgo ma card." You shook your head, snorting softly.

"And after all the nagging you did to make sure I had mine." You leaned down to pick up the empty bottle and his coat, shaking his shoulder. "C'mon, asshole. Let's get you in bed." He groaned, slouching even further towards the ground.

"Don' wanna."

"Although I would love to leave you out here as a way of revenge, I'd feel bad. Get up." Naoya huffed, giving a weak attempt at resisting your hand tugging at his upper arm. He got to his knees eventually, pausing for quite a while before getting up on his feet with your help. He wobbled and you struggled to steady him, but he found his footing and was able to stand while you unlocked the door. You pushed it open with your foot, keeping an arm around his waist as you guided him inside.

"Jesus, Naoya, what am I going to do with you?" He huffed, leaning too much of his weight onto you.

"Where's Y/N?" Oh, wonderful, he didn't realize who you were. You weren't sure if that made things better or worse.

"I don't know," you lied, dropping his coat and the empty glass bottle on the table near the door. He grumbled something incoherent, leaning further into you, making you groan. "Naoya! Come on, this is ridiculous, you gotta get up!"

"Wan' Y/N… where is she?"

"Jesus Christ," you lifted Naoya's chin, forcing his dazed expression to point to you. "I'm here, see? I'm right here." He blinked groggily, struggling to straighten up and stand on his own. Once he did, he cupped your face, squinting at you, pushing your chubby cheeks together.

"Y/N?" he slurred. You sighed, nodding into his hands. He sucked in a breath, his eyes softening considerably before he pulled you to him, burying his face into your hair. "Oh, baby, I missed you. Missed you so much."

You relaxed yourself as best you could in his grasp, letting him squeeze you tightly. It was better to let him do as he pleased while he was drunk; the last thing you wanted was for him to stumble and get hurt if you tried to push him away. You pat his shoulder, letting him breathe in your scent.

"Ma sweet baby, ma pretty girl. I missed you so much, beautiful." You braced yourself for his eventual wandering hands, expecting him to reach down and squeeze your ass as best he could in his drunken state, but his hands didn't move. His arms stayed wrapped around your shoulders, one hand bracing the back of your head, keeping you secure. You weren't sure how long you had stood there before he pulled back.

"My sweet girl," he muttered, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss on your lips. It was lazy and uncoordinated, wet and messy. You kept your mouth sealed shut, face twisting at the strong smell of alcohol suffocating your senses. Maybe you should just push him off, maybe call for somebody to come take care of him so you wouldn't have to deal with this—

You didn't have time to decide. Just a moment later, Naoya pulled away, staring blankly for a minute before releasing you and rushing into the bathroom. You heard the toilet seat open followed by the sound of him gagging, apparently throwing up. You cringed, grateful that he at least didn't release his stomach contents on you. You sighed, kicking off your heels, moving to your suitcase.

You entered the bathroom with a glass of water and a headband, cautiously moving to Naoya's side. He was keeled over the toilet, his head hanging over the bowl. He spit out some phlegm, heaving a bit and breathing heavily.

"Here," you cooed, gently stretching the headband over his skull, slowly pulling it so his hair was held back. "There. At least your hair is out of the way." He didn't respond when you pulled away. You moved to a shelf holding towels, grabbing a washcloth and going to the sink. You drowned it in cold water, wringing it out before going back to Naoya. You pressed the washcloth on the back of his neck, brushing aside a few hairs with your free hand.

"I wish I was dead," Naoya blubbered, his mouth covered in a layer of saliva, a string of spit leading into the toilet.

"No, you don't," you replied, moving the washcloth to his forehead, pressing the cool towel against him. "You're just drunk and you don't feel good."

"Nobody would care." He leaned further against the toilet, arms hugging the bowl. "Y/N wouldn't care. She'd be happier." Ah, so he forgot who you were again.

"No, she wouldn't." You wiped his mouth, cleaning off the spit, standing up and walking back to the sink.

"Yeah… she would. She hates me. Ev'rybody hates me."

"No, they don't." Where was this coming from? Naoya was the most narcissistic, egotistical jerk you had ever met. Suddenly he was depressed? It doesn't add up, you thought, going back to where he kneeled.

"Ev'rythin would be better if I was dead," he babbled, sighing when you laid the cool washcloth on the back of his neck. "Wanna jump off a buildin."

"Don't talk like that," you whispered, rubbing his back. He grew silent, suddenly hunching further over the bowl and throwing up some more. You winced, turning away slightly as he upchucked, spitting out the last of it.

"'m a piece a shit." Well, you couldn't argue with that. "I miss her sho, shooo much. I wanna kiss 'er." He leaned back on one hand, almost falling over as he reached for his phone in his back pocket. He fumbled with it, slowly pressing against the screen before lying down on the floor, letting the phone fall beside him. You could faintly hear your phone buzzing in the next room, vibrating in your clutch bag. Was he really calling you? You waited to find out.

You could hear your voicemail play on his phone, making him moan pathetically. He weakly kicked his foot, a sad attempt at a temper tantrum. The tone beeped and Naoya turned his head towards his phone.

"Y/N," he whined, drawing out your name. "'m sorry. Please don' hate me. I miss you, wantchu so bad. Please come back, I love you sho much. So shooooo much."

You felt your heart clench at the gloomy display in front of you. Why did this have to happen now when he was drunk and sad? Why couldn't he have declared his love for you when he was sober, when he was coherent, when he could look into your eyes and mean every word? He was only saying these things because he was upset and lonely and drowning in alcohol. It was disappointing, leaving your stomach in knots as he continued to babble on to his cell phone.

"I can't do this," you whispered, sluggishly leaving the room. You reached behind you to unzip your dress, tugging it off, letting it fall to the floor and stepping out of it. You crouched beside your luggage, grabbing your sleep shirt… the one Naoya had given you weeks ago. Your pride told you to toss it aside and choose something else, but it was soft and smelled good. It had made you feel safe and secure on the hard nights you spent alone, when Naoya wasn't around to hold you tight and make all those dumb insecurities disappear. You snuggled the fabric for a moment, breathing it in, heart aching.

"It's not fair…" you mumbled, feeling tears prick at your eyes. "Of all the assholes to fall for… why'd it have to be you?"

Naoya awoke with a pounding headache. He could feel his heartbeat behind his eyes, his stomach churning as he gained consciousness. Shit, he thought with a groan, bringing his hand to his head, squeezing the bridge of his nose. What happened last night? He hadn't drank like that in ages, the last time being a huge frat party celebrating some sport's team. He reached around, fumbling on the nightstand until he found his phone. He squinted as he looked at the time, groaning when he saw that it was barely past five am. He put his phone back down, reaching behind him, searching for you–

Wait. Naoya inhaled sharply, hurrying to turn on the nightstand lamp, turning around to see the empty space beside him. His heart beat faster as he grabbed his phone, swallowing when he didn't see any message from you. He dialed your number, sitting up as the phone started to ring. He heard a faint vibrating, making him furrow his brow. He looked at your side once again, seeing your phone on the nightstand. What the–

He heard the toilet flush. He waited, watching light shine out of the bathroom before flickering away. You walked around the corner, rubbing your eyes, squinting at him. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before Naoya realized he was still calling your phone. He hung up, setting his phone down and looking back at you.

"I… I didn't know where you were." You sniffed, shrugging and trudging tiredly to your side of the bed.

"'m here," you mumbled, pulling back the covers and plopping down on the bed, sighing as you snuggled into your pillow. He gazed at your back, his heart clenching terribly.

"Are you still mad at me?" He waited for a response, watching you all the while, swallowing when you didn't answer. "Look, I know I messed up and I'm so sorry, Y/N. Please let me make it up to you." 

Still nothing. The silence was consuming him, suffocating him, dragging him down into the abyss where he worried he could never crawl out. He cautiously laid down behind you, slowly inching closer to your back.

"Please, Y/N," he pleaded again, hesitantly reaching out to fiddle with your loose nightshirt. It was a gift from him yet you still chose to wear it: that meant something, right? If you really hated him, you wouldn't have bothered to put it on. You would've tossed it aside but you were wearing it. It had to be a good sign… right?

"Y/N," he whispered again, itching for a response, for some kind of acknowledgement. God, this was like when Toji visited all over again, when you ignored him as best you could for almost two weeks straight. He couldn't stand that silence, that distance from you. It was worse now that you were right here beside him, within his reach and yet miles away.

"Please talk to me." He could feel it now, that terrible bubbling in his throat, shooting towards his eyes and making them burn. Fuck fuck fuck–

"Please say something," it was barely a breath, so soft you could've mistaken it for a breeze, but there was a crack you heard that made your eyes open wide. You listened, confirming your suspicions before you sat up quickly, turning on the lamp beside you before looking back at Naoya.

"Are you crying?" He froze, his face flushed a brilliant scarlet as he sunk under the covers quickly. You didn't let him hide for long, tugging at the sheets and exposing him to your gaze, causing him to shrink and huddle into the t-shirt you helped him into last night. "Naoya," you called, putting a hand on his arm just for him to curl further into himself, trying his best to avoid your touch. "Naoya… Naoya, look at me."

"Mm-mm," he mumbled, shaking his head under his clothes. You sighed, feeling how his skin was burning, hands trembling slightly as they covered his face. You placed your hands on top of his, gently coaxing them away.

"Don't hide from me." He didn't move as you laid down beside him again, just a few inches away from him. His hands were twitching slightly, a result of him trying to control his involuntary shaking. You rubbed your thumbs against them, trying to soothe him. You stayed quiet as you reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it down slowly. Naoya was tense as you moved, eyes squeezed shut as his face was exposed. You could see tears staining his rosy cheeks, his lower lip tugged between his teeth.

"Naoya… why are you crying?" He shook his head, turning onto his stomach to bury his face in his pillow.

"'m not." God, he was such a terrible liar. Even when you could clearly see the truth, he still insisted on putting up a front.

"Why are you crying, Naoya?"

"Fuck off, 'm not cryin'," he grumbled turning from his stomach to his other side, his back to you. Seriously?

"Why do you do this?" Naoya sniffled, glancing over his shoulder at you.

"...What?"

"This," you gestured towards him, pushing yourself up into a seated position. "Acting all sad and pretending you want me and then pushing me away." Naoya frowned, turning onto his back and wiping at his face.

"I'm not pretending to want you—"

"Seriously? That's the part you're worried about? Not the 'pushing me away' bit?" He huffed, propping himself up on his elbows to face you better, his depression morphing into rage.

"I'm not pushing you away—"

"You're so delusional—"

"What?" You scoffed, shaking your head and crossing your legs, leaning over to rest your elbows on your knees.

"Fine, well, regardless, you get all huffy and puffy when shit doesn't go your way but the minute I'm upset with something, suddenly it's 'you're overreacting' and 'why are you so upset', as if my feelings aren't as valid as yours."

Naoya paused, brow furrowed. Did he do that? He couldn't remember ever doing it, but he wasn't exactly reliable when it came to recollecting how he's hurt people. It really shouldn't have surprised him that he didn't remember anything you claimed he did. He slowly sat up, contemplating your accusations.

"I… I never said your feelings weren't valid."

"You didn't need to." Your voice was laced with venom, thick and wet and oh so sad. "It's how you act, Naoya. You're allowed to get angry or upset whenever you want, but when I do it…" You drifted off, letting the silence consume the two of you before shrugging hopelessly. "It feels like my feelings don't matter to you."

"What are you talking about?" he spoke softly, scooching closer to you. "Your feelings do matter—"

"Since when?" you snapped, whipping around to glare at him. "From the moment we met, you rarely considered my feelings on things." You held up your hand, hooking your index finger on your opposite pinky. "You insulted me for months, acting like the shittiest neighbor ever, making all kinds of noise. You basically forced yourself on me the first time we fucked, and after that you practically manipulated me into being friends with benefits." You lowered your hands as you turned away, picking at the skin around your nails as you continued. "Then once I finally think you're becoming a better person, you go back to being yourself once Toji shows up. And then you treat me like shit again and get upset when I don't want to be around you anymore. And then you force yourself onto me again. Do you see a pattern here?"

Yes, he did, but not because he wanted to. Have you always disapproved of his actions? Did you truly dislike how he's treated you? He knew he was crass and rude at times, but he thought you still accepted him at the end of the day. How blind he had been…

"I… I didn't…"

"Every time I think I'm done with you, you bring out the best in yourself and make me forgive you. You make me fall for you over and over again and it's making me nauseous." 

Now that… that caught his attention.

"You…" He paused, licking his lips. "You fell for me?" Silence again, absolutely deafening. 

"... Yeah. And I hate it." Fuck, that hurt to hear. You fiddled with your fingers, smoothing out the skin as you spoke. "I don't want to like you. You're such an asshole most of the time but then when we're alone you get all soft and sweet and make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world who matters. It's so fucking infuriating." Naoya scoffed, almost chuckling, moving to sit beside you as his knuckles brushed your arm. 

"Babe, you are the only girl in the world who matters to me—"

"See?" you snapped, yanking your arm out of his reach, making him flinch. "You're doing it again! Making me feel bad for ever disliking you and trying to win my favor…" Naoya opened his mouth to speak, soon closing it shut and biting his tongue. Silence settled over the two of you again, like a warm blanket, heavy and suffocating.

"I feel like," you started, wringing your hands, "like I'm the only one who's honest about their feelings. Like I'm the only one who says how they truly feel." He furrowed his brow, trying not to glare at you out of the corner of his eye.

"What are you implying?"  You huffed, turning back to him.

"Oh, come on, Naoya. You've hid your feelings long enough."

"What—"

He shut up when you grabbed your phone, watching curiously as you tapped away at it, increasing the volume. He blushed when he heard his voice ring out.

"Y/N! 'm sorry. Please don' hate me. I miss you, wantchu so bad. Please come back, I love you sho much. So shooo—"

"I—T-Turn that off!" he stuttered, reaching for your phone, attempting to pull it away and shut it off. You kept it out of his reach, getting up on your knees and holding your phone over his head.

"Why? This is how you really feel, right? Or were you lying last night to make me like you again—"

"I wasn't lying—"

"So you do like me?"

"I…"

Naoya curled in on himself, looking down at his hands. He rubbed his fingertips a bit, chewing his bottom lip incessantly. You waited patiently for him to continue, to give some kind of explanation for his behavior recently. Instead, he sighed loudly, mumbling a curse under his breath as he lowered himself to the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You relaxed, turning off the voicemail he sent you last night, sinking down to the bed with him. It felt oddly calming laying beside him like that. Despite your anger and frustration at his actions, it was still nice to be alone with him, to see him for who he truly was.

"You remember when you didn't talk to me for, like, two weeks? Back when Toji visited?" He glanced over at you, inhaling sharply when you nodded. He swallowed hard, tucking his chin to watch his hands fumble with each other. "Seeing you doing so well without me pissed me off. I wanted you to be miserable. I wanted you to be sad and angry. I wanted you to want me back, but… but you were fine." His hands squeezed each other hard, rubbing dangerously rough, almost cutting off circulation. "You didn't need me around. You didn't need me before we started fucking and you don't need me now. There's nothing keeping you with me. You're doing just fine on your own. I don't… I don't add anything to the relationship. I might as well be dead weight. You don't need me."

You scrunched your face up, propping your head up and resting your cheek against your palm.

"How long have you felt like this?" you whispered, feeling surprisingly tender considering who you were talking to.

"Since you ghosted me, when Toji was around." He clenched his jaw, looking back up at the ceiling. "And it… I mean, it hasn't gone away. I know you could ghost me again any day now. And I wouldn't blame you, I don't think. You'd be better off without me." You frowned. Where was this coming from? Was this really the narcissist that acted all lovey-dovey and then left you hanging so many times? It felt so unlike him, so raw and open. You weren't sure how you felt about it yet.

"Why do you say that?" you asked quietly.

"Oh, come on, Y/N," he practically groaned, looking at you before motioning towards himself. "Look at me. I'm a spoiled rich kid, I've never had to work a day in my life. My only redeeming quality is my money and even then that doesn't fix every situation… I know you feel the same."

"Naoya, I—"

"I don't blame you. I mean," he sighed loudly, running a hand over his face, "it fucking sucks, but it's not like you're wrong for thinking that. If I died today, it's not like it would change anything. The world would keep spinning, my family would be fine. You'd be fine. But just the thought of you not talking to me anymore makes me wish I was dead. If you were gone forever? Shit, I don't know what I'd do. Probably become an alcoholic like my dad. Who knows?"

You could feel your heart breaking, the sharp pang of sorrow flowing through you. This wasn't the Naoya you had met so many months ago, who had insulted you and made you feel worthless. You were hesitant to say that this was the real Naoya, the one whose walls were broken down and he was laid bare, unprotected and vulnerable. Raw, pure, honest.

"Naoya… I had no idea you felt this way…" He shrugged.

"You shouldn't have to. It's not your fault. I'm just stupid and selfish—"

"Hey—"

"—honestly, sometimes I think everyone would be better off without me—"

"Stop."

Your hand found his chest, pressing down, urging him to stop. He tensed under your touch, but he didn't try to push you away. He sniffed, clearing his throat, a single tear falling past his lashes and moving down his temple. If you hadn't been staring, you would've never noticed it. You laid down beside him again, your hand beginning to draw circles on his sternum. 

"Is this really how you feel?"

"... yeah…"

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I… I don't know. I thought you might come to your senses and leave me sooner." You sighed, resting your cheek against his shoulder, frustrated in a dozen different ways.

"We could've talked about this, Naoya."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I just… I don't know." You gave a half smile at his awkward wording, tapping his chest lightly.

"You're not very good at communicating your feelings." Naoya scoffed, his arm slipping around you, gentle but secure. You didn't push him away, feeling strangely safe under his sturdy limb.

"Yeah, well, it's not like I got any practice as a kid." You hummed.

"Was your childhood really that bad?"

"No… I mean…" Naoya sighed, his hand beginning to rub circles on your back, soft and soothing. "I got everything I wanted. I didn't have to worry about the same shit as other kids, but I never had a mom and my dad was never around. I was pretty much raised by tutors and governesses and shit."

No mother? You propped yourself up just a bit, tucking your chin into his chest, gazing at him curiously.

"What happened to your mom?" He shrugged, the motion making you shift a bit, but his arm kept you securely against him. You were surprised that you found it comfortable.

"I don't know. She left when I was a baby, when I was less than a year old. She wasn't happy with her life and so she just got up and left one day. I don't remember anything about her. Apparently I have her eyes."

She must have had very pretty eyes, is what you instinctually wanted to say, but you kept your lips pursed together, absorbing his words.

"...I'm sorry you had to go through that, Naoya." Another shrug, a lopsided smile to try and ease your worries.

"Eh… it's whatever. I've been over it for years."

A lull fell over the two of you, weighing you down. It wasn't uncomfortable like it was before, at least not to you. Your mind was racing with the information Naoya had just disclosed to you. His past didn't excuse his actions, but it explained it a bit. It made sense that he was closed off and defensive, the fear of abandonment settled deep within his amygdala, dictating his actions before he could even process the situation he was in. It was a natural fight or flight response: he'd been so used to fighting that his normal response to anything was to act defensive. At least then he could try and avoid being hurt.

"Look… if you're gonna leave me, please just rip the bandaid off now and—"

"Shhhh." Your head found his chest, cheek squished against his bicep as you tried to think. Naoya hurt you, as he did many times, and he apologized just like he had all those other times in the past. You knew he could very well hurt you again—that's what his pattern of behavior was suggesting. You knew that he could very likely make you cry and feel miserable, treat you like shit, beat you down again and again until you were a shell of your former self.

You should break up with him for good. You should leave him. This is what he deserves. He deserves to be miserable. He deserves to feel like shit. He's an awful human being and he doesn't deserve to be happy. He doesn't deserve you.

And yet…

"Are you sorry for all the times you've ever hurt me?" you asked, breaking the silence between you.

"Yes," Naoya replied instantly, his arm holding you close, snuggling you to him. You lifted your head, staring at him intensely, making him wince under your gaze.

"Are you really sorry?"

"...Yes." Your eyes narrowed.

"You hesitated."

"Well, shit, I'm just trying to figure out where you're gonna go with this. Like, what's the point—"

"Shush." He quieted, watching you sit up beside him. You glanced at a random point in the room, looking back at him seriously.

"If you admit that you love me, I'll accept your apology."

Oh, that got his attention. Naoya perked up far more than you anticipated, his skeptical scowl disappearing as he propped himself on his elbows.

"Really? You mean it?" he asked, his voice light and hopeful. It made your stomach flip in the best way. Damn him for being so cute.

"Yeah, I do." Naoya paused, licking his lips as he silently weighed his options. He chewed his bottom lip for a moment, his face getting redder the longer time passed. He suddenly cleared his throat, lifting his gaze so he could look at you.

"I… I, um… I love you…" You leaned towards him, tilting your head.

"And you mean it?"

"Yes."

"With your whole heart?"

"Yes." Your heart started to pound, that familiar lightheadedness from the beginning of your relationship rearing its head.

"You're sure—" Naoya groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Jesus, yes! Yes, I mean it."

He was frustrated, clearly, but that blush was still there, pink cheeks glowing under the soft light of the bedside lamp. You let his words settle in the air, a hint of a smile playing at your lips as a thought developed in your brilliant brain.

"Hmm… say it again." He blinked owlishly.

"Huh?"

"Say you love me again." He blushed harder, his face turning scarlet, creeping down towards his neck and the tips of his ears.

"Jeez, seriously, Y/N?"

"Mm-hm." You leaned further towards him, foreheads almost touching, forcing him to look at you. "I won't accept your apology unless you do."

"Jeez…" His face was a beautiful crimson, reminding you of fresh strawberries. You would've bitten into him if you weren't trying to teach him a lesson. "I… I love you." The words came out soft, anxious, nervous that you would reject him anyways. You hummed, looking up at the ceiling, pretending to think for a moment.

"Alright. I accept your apology." Naoya exhaled loudly, body relaxing as he felt victory overcome him.

"Finally—"

"But!" you interrupted, raising your finger and tapping his nose. "That doesn't mean I forgive you." Shock, disbelief, then agitation.

"What?! Why not?"

"I just don't. I won't forgive you unless you tell me that you love me more." Naoya groaned, falling back onto the sheets.

"Jesus fucking Christ—"

"Come on, Naoya," you cooed, swinging your leg over his hips, straddling him. He watched with wide eyes as you pressed yourself into his chest, cutely pouting down at him. "Don't you love me, bubby? Don't you wanna make me happy?" The nickname was what really made him flustered, his cock stirring at the feeling of your body pushed into his. He swallowed his arousal, trying his best to scowl at you.

"You're insufferable—"

"But you love me—"

"Jeez, yes!" he practically shouted, hands cupping your cheeks and forcing the two of you to keep eye contact. "Yes, I love you. I love you, okay?" His words made you quiver, a shiver rolling down your back and through your limbs as his words settled in. He sighed as he let you go, slumping back into the bed. "Are we done? Are you happy?"

"Hmmm… I guess so… but—" You wiggled your hips against him, making him sputter as you rubbed against his growing erection. "—just because I forgive you doesn't mean I'll keep dating you."

"Y/N, I swear to God, if you keep—"

You cut him off with a kiss, soft lips pressing into him as his words died out. He moaned quietly, arms wrapping around you and holding you snuggly against him. You could feel any anger left inside you fizzling out, the only heat left behind emanating from your core. You pulled away when he licked at his lips, leaving him hazy and disappointed that he couldn't deepen the kiss. You cupped his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

"Tell me you love me one more time and I'll stay." You saw his eyes glimmer with hope, and it shouldn't have made you as happy as it did. His hand found yours, squeezing it tight, worried you would disappear.

"You mean it? You won't go?"

"No, I won't, but only if you say it—"

"I love you," he said without hesitation, eyes sincere as he pressed his forehead to yours, noses kissing. "I love you so much, Y/N… please don't go…" It felt good to see him like this, desperate for you and your love. You wanted to see more of him like this in the future; you wanted to break down those walls completely so that this was the only part of him left.

"Alright, I guess I'll stay," you teased, arms slipping around his neck, "but only because it's too hard starting a new relationship." Naoya rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide the grateful smile on his face.

"You're the most annoying woman I've ever met." You giggled, brushing your nose against his.

"But you still love me." You heard a vague 'shut up' as he pressed his lips back into yours, kissing you tenderly, lovingly. He rarely gave these kinds of kisses, usually hungry or holding back just a bit, but you were glad to find that he was relaxing with you, as if he finally felt safe with you. You sucked his bottom lip lightly, making him sigh and pull back, brushing your cheek as he gazed deeply into your eyes.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N." You could hear the sorrow laced in his tone, not completely obvious but still there. You sighed, giving a small peck to the side of his mouth.

"I know." He huffed, squeezing your waist.

"I'm serious," he insisted, hugging you tighter. You hummed, pushing yourself up to get a better look at him.

"Yeah?" you chirped, hands running over his pecks. You ground your hips down on him, smiling when you heard the strangled groan he let out. "Then prove it. Show me how sorry you are."

You heard him sigh shakily before he sat up, capturing your lips with his. His hands found the pulp of your waist, squeezing a bit too hard. Maybe he didn't believe this was really happening, maybe he was trying to ground himself back to reality so he could accept that you were here with him. Whatever it was, it didn't faze him for long. His hands were already crawling up your nightshirt, palms flattening against your soft stomach.

"I missed you," he mumbled against your lips, kneading your flesh as he climbed up your torso. "Missed you so much."

"It was—ah—it wasn't even a whole day—"

"I don't care," he breathed, sighing shakily when he cupped your breasts and gave them a squeeze. "I thought—shit—thought I would never see you again. Thought you'd disappear on me and move away or somethin." You couldn't stop yourself from snickering, hands tangling in his hair.

"Oh my god, Naoya, it wasn't even a few hours—"

"You say that like it matters." He tugged up your shirt, tucking it over your breasts and cursing silently. "I get upset when you're gone for twenty minutes."

"Do you—ah!" He took a nipple in his mouth, sucking feverishly as he fondled the other, hurried and anxious. "Do… Do you really mean that?" you breathed.

"Yeah," he sighed, tongue swirling around your hardened nipple before taking it in his mouth again. He sucked it a moment longer before releasing it with a wet pop. "I hate how much I miss you. Makes me feel like a sissy."

"But it's cute," you whined, guiding him to the other nipple, gasping when he nibbled at the soft bud. "I like hearing you say those things. Wish you'd be more honest with me." He scoffed against your skin, pulling back to gaze up at you, a trail of spit left behind.

"You're just teasin' me—"

"I'm not," you insisted, grinding against him needily, panting already. "I wanna hear those things. I wanna know how much you like me. It makes me feel special." Naoya paused, licking at his lips as he mindlessly played with your tits.

"Yeah? You… you like when I talk about this stuff?"

"Mm-hm." You pulled away just to tug your shirt over your head and toss it aside, pressing your bare chest against him. You slipped a hand between the two of you, grinding your palm into his cock, making him hiss in a breath. "Tell me more."

"Shit." Naoya guided you to sit flush against his thigh, urging you to grind your hips against his leg. "I-I think about you all the time, ya know that? It feels like—oh God—like I'm going crazy."

"Yeah? Whaddya think about?"

"Fuck, I—I don't know. Anything, everything. You're so pretty I wanna throw up. Your eyes, your hair, your lips—fuck, I love your lips—" His hand snuck down into your shorts, breath hitching when he discovered that you weren't wearing underwear.

"That all? You only think about how I look?"

"No, I—fuck—I-I think about all of you. How smart you are, how you make me laugh—you're so nice, ya know that? Do you have any idea how sweet you are? God, I feel like I could get a fuckin cavity just thinkin bout you." He cursed when you whined, gawking at how your hips bucked into his hand, begging for more.

"More, t-tell me more, baby."

"Shit, uh—" Naoya struggled to come up with something to say, too focused on how this was getting you off, how just his words alone were making your cunt weep into his hand. "I-I hate when other people look at ya. I hate when they talk about you or eye you up, especially when I'm right there. Makes me wanna fuck you right in front of em, let em know that you're all mine, nobody else's—fuck, c'mere—" He grabbed the back of your neck, smashing his lips into yours and moaning loudly. You keened, arching your body into him, hopelessly humping his hand and grinding your clit against his palm. You could already feel your orgasm building, that delicious heat coursing through your veins coming straight from your cunt. You probably could cum from this alone, but Naoya pulled his hand away before you could attempt to do that. You whined when he let you go.

"Shh, don't worry, princess. I'm gonna take care of ya." He tugged roughly at your shorts, almost throwing you off of him trying to get them off. He squeezed your thighs once he tossed the shorts to the floor, falling back to the bed and pulling on your hips. "C'mon. Want you to sit on my face." You froze, blinking down at him.

"Your… your face?" Naoya hummed in confirmation, trying to guide you up his chest again, but you didn't budge. "I—w-wait, we've never—I-I've never—"

"Never what?" he almost snapped, clearly impatient to get you on top of him. He watched you sputter, hands wringing each other, eyes looking anywhere but at him. He blinked, staring at you for a moment before his eyes narrowed. "You've never—have you ever sat on someone's face, baby?" You felt your cheeks burn hot, body curling in on itself, desperate to hide.

"I… I mean…" You couldn't come up with an answer, and Naoya groaned after a moment.

"You've never sat on anyone's face, baby? Am I the first one?" You huffed, covering your face with your hands, struggling to hide your embarrassment. It felt worse when Naoya practically moaned at your flustered state, grabbing you and forcing you to move up his body. "Fuck, that's so hot, so fucking hot. Gonna be the first one to have you like this, the only one, shit—"

"Naoya, w-wait, hold on—"

"Don't make me wait, baby, I'm so fucking hard right now. Just wanna taste ya, just want you on my face, c'mon—" You tried to reason, to put some distance between you so you could talk about this, but all you could do was gasp as he kissed up your thighs and nosed your clit. Your breath hitched when he moaned beneath you, tongue darting out to lick you from entrance to clit, sucking the hardening bud into his mouth.

"Mmm, fuck, baby," he groaned, pulling back to gaze up at you. "Taste so good, ya know that?" You squeaked, covering your face with your hands.

"Shut up. You're embarrassing."

"C'mon, princess." He pressed a kiss to your upper pussy, nuzzling the fatty mass, smirking into your skin. "You were so eager about me talking earlier, but now you're actin all shy? What happened?"

"That—you weren't in this position before—"

"And? You look better from this angle, anyways—"

"Naoya—"

"—but it'd be a lot better if you weren't hovering." You tensed, glancing at him from between your fingers.

"I… I'm not hovering."

"Oh yeah? Then how come I gotta crane my neck just to taste you? Gonna have to go to the chiropractor if you keep this up."

"Naoya!"

"Aw, c'mon, baby." His hands ran up your sides, squeezing your tits momentarily before pulling your hands away from your face. "You know I'm only teasin' ya, but I'm serious. When I tell ya to sit on my face, I mean—" He tugged your hips down suddenly, making you lose balance and land flush against him. "—sit on my face."

The whine that left you was so pornagraphic, needy and lewd, making Naoya groan in response. He didn't waste any time, flattening his tongue against your chubby pussy lips, slipping past them to lap at your clit. You mewled, breath hitching, hips trembling, struggling not to dart away from his touch. It's not like you really could if you tried: Naoya had a death grip on your waist, forcing you to stay planted on his face.

"Tastiest—fuck—pussy ever," he groaned, his words mumbled into your cunt. His eyes bore into you, fierce and hungry. "Never gonna get over how good you taste. Don't wanna taste anybody's pussy for the rest of my life but my girl's."

"Y-Yeah?"

"Yeah." His tongue pushed into your entrance and wiggled around, strong hands keeping you from squirming out of his grasp. The slurping sounds he made were absolutely obscene—you'd be mortified if anyone could hear the two of you. It was all so overwhelming—his tongue, his strong grip, the way his nose kept bumping on your clit—that you couldn't take much more attention. You hiccupped as you grasped at his hair, tugging harshly so he released your clit from his swollen lips.

"Shit—what—"

"I need your dick," you interrupted, hoping he couldn't hear the waver in your voice. His pupils widened, but his brows were still furrowed as he licked his lips.

"I'm not done yet—"

"Pleeeeaase, Naoya," you whined, grazing your fingernails along his scalp, making him shiver. "I'm tired of waiting. Want it now." His cheeks turned scarlet, mouth quirking into a smile. You knew just what to say to get your way.

"Oh yeah? You want this fat cock, baby? Want me to stuff you full?"

"Mm-hm," you agreed in a high pitched tone, lip jutted out as you nodded. "Want you deep inside me, baby. Wanna feel you in my tummy."

"Fuck." Naoya dove back into your cunt, sucking your clit hard for a few more seconds before letting go, loosening his grip on you. "Lay down for me, baby. Gonna make you feel so good." You flopped onto the bed quickly, grateful that you wouldn't have to stay in such a compromising position any longer.

Naoya hurriedly pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor before moving onto his shorts. He struggled to shimmy them off, eventually kicking them to the floor before sighing with relief. He turned on his side, grabbing your hips and turning you to face him.

"Lay on your side, like this. And—" he grabbed your thigh, lifting your leg and draping it over his waist, "—keep your leg up here." You scoffed, surveying the position he had you in.

"What're you up to?"

"The fuck you mean?" He hooked your knee over his elbow, grabbing his cock and running the head through your folds, hissing at how warm you were compared to him.

"I mean… w-why are we like this? Like what's with this position?" 

"What's wrong? Can't a guy try new positions?" He aligned himself with your entrance, pushing in slowly, sighing shakily as he moved forward.

"I-I guess, but—ah—it's just so random, y'know?"

"It's not random, I—" His hips met yours and he huffed, his breath hitting your face, eyes unable to meet yours. "I just… I dunno, I just wanna do it like this, okay? Wanna be… romantic or whatever. Wanna make love to you." You could feel your heart pound in your chest, eyes searching his crimson face, waiting for the punchline. When none came, you cupped his cheeks, making him look at you.

"Then go on. Make love to me."

That was all he needed. He pulled back slowly, rocking his hips forward, trying to keep his breathing steady as he got used to the feel of you. In truth, he'd never get used to you. Your cunt was always so soft and inviting, warm and wet and molded to his shape. It was like putting on a glove that felt like a second skin, like it belonged there, like there was no reason for it to be removed ever again. He wished he could stay inside you like that forever, keeping himself warm in your perfect pussy. He didn't even need to cum, didn't even need to be hard: he just wanted to be connected to you like that, so close together that you could crawl into each other's skin.

God, he sounded like such a simp.

"Mmm." Your soft moan broke him out of his trance, eyes flickering over your face, taking you in. Eyes hooded, lip bitten between your teeth—you were a vision. "It feels good, Naoya."

"Y-Yeah?" he replied, suddenly nervous, eager to please. "You… You like when I go slow?"

"Mm-hmm," you moaned, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours. He sighed dreamily into the kiss, eyes crossing ever so slightly when you sucked on his bottom lip. He swallowed a groan, struggling to slip his hand between the two of you and keep thrusting languidly at the same time.

"Mmm—f-feel so good, princess," he hummed, searching for your clit. You keened when his thumb brushed over it and he slowed his movements, focusing on the sensitive spot. His thrusts turned shallow, the head of his cock dragging over that spongy mass inside you, hitting it with just the right amount of pressure over and over.

"Shit, Naoya! Fuck, j-just like that, baby. Just—oooh—just like that." Your hips twitched, soon grinding forward towards him, meeting his thrusts. Your gyrating only increased your pleasure, fingers carding through his hair, tugging at the base. You giggled when you earned a groan in response, gasping when he bucked into you hard, still slow but suddenly forceful.

"Fuck—n-need you to cum, baby. Need to feel you cum on my cock."

"Yeah? You close already?" you teased, prepared for him to bark something back at you. But he didn't do that: instead, he just bit down on his lip, eyebrows furrowed as his hand sped up, concentrating on getting you to cum first. "Ahh—o-oh my god, you are—"

"Sh-Shut up, okay? Can't—fuck—can't help it, alright?" You moaned louder, wrapping your arms around his neck and bucking your hips into him faster.

"Fuck, that's so hot, baby. You gonna cum in me? Hm? Wanna cum inside your girlfriend?" You felt his cock throb at that, Naoya's hips stuttering at your words.

"Shit—d-don't say that—"

"Why not, babe? Does hearing me say stuff like that make you wanna cum?"

"You can't just—oof!" You suddenly pushed him onto his back, following him and landing on his chest. He was still inside you as you sat up, eyes wide as you continued grinding into him without a care in the world.

"C'mon, Naoya. Cum for me. Wanna feel you fill me up when I cum." Naoya swallowed hard but nodded, fingers frantically rubbing your clit as you thrust your hips into his. Your movements allowed you to keep hitting your g-spot, sending sparks through you as you chased your high.

"Shit—babe—this was supposed to be about you—" Your moan cut him off, eyes flittering over your hunched frame. The sun was starting to rise, the bright rays beaming in through the curtains. You looked like an angel in the growing golden light, your sweaty skin glowing. You were panting above him, moans and gasps growing in pitch by the second, your hips moving faster, more desperately until—

"Oh fuck!" you whined, head tossed back as you came. Your cunt pulsated around him, squeezing him so tight he thought he would pass out. He was already close before, but feeling you cum around him was sending him straight for the edge. Just a few more thrusts and—

"Shit—I-I love you, Naoya."

It felt like he had been punched in the gut. His body caved in on itself as the air left his lungs. He gasped, desperate for air as his balls emptied inside you. He grabbed your hips, urging you to keep grinding yourself on his cock, helping him ride out his high.

"Jesus fuck—ohmygod, fuck, baby, love you, I love you, love youuu—"

You stared in awe as he shuddered beneath you, eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted shut as he choked on his groans. You slowed your hips, your orgasm fading as he started coming down from his peak. He was panting heavily, lips bitten raw, body flushed from exertion. You smoothed your hands over his chest, coaxing him to breathe steadily and calm down.

"Holy—sh-shit—I—"

You shushed him, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. He returned your kiss happily, sighing as your lips melded together. His hands moved to cup your cheeks, large palms cradling your face as he kissed you. Your hearts began to settle as you peppered kisses over each other, soft chaste pecks that you thought only existed in movies. Naoya slumped back to the bed, sighing and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down to your side with him.

"Jesus," he mumbled, nosing at your hair lovingly. "Don't think I've ever cum that hard before." You giggled, nuzzling into his neck.

"Or that fast—"

"Hey," he said sternly, giving your thigh a light slap as a warning. "Ain't my fault."

"Hmm. My pussy's just too good, huh?" Another slap, this time to your ass, making you jolt and laugh louder.

"You're such a smartass. You're lucky I love you or else I'd make you sleep on the floor." You let out an exaggerated gasp, pulling back, pretending to be shocked.

"Rude! I'm an angel and you know it." He merely rolled his eyes, kissing you for the thousandth time that morning. You welcomed it, legs wrapping around him, tangling themselves with his own limbs. Naoya released your lips, keeping his face close, breathing shallowly.

"Can you say it back?" You blinked.

"Say what back?" He huffed, squeezing his arms around you tighter.

"You know…" You stared at him as his cheeks turned a rosy pink, realization dawning on you with each passing moment. You kissed his nose, pressing your forehead to his, hands cradling his head and neck.

"I love you too, Naoya." He relaxed with that, sighing and burying himself into your chest. You pet his hair, chin tucked on top of his head, your breaths synchronizing as time passed.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled a little while later, barely a whisper. His voice was surprisingly fragile, as if he could fall apart at any moment, as if he still didn't believe you forgave him.

"I know," you whispered back, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. You didn't point out how he inhaled shakily or how his arms tightened their hold around you. You just laid there with him, warming his cock and combing your fingers through his hair. "I know."

"You got everything?" You hummed in acknowledgement, nodding your head. Naoya arched his brow, staring down at you. "You sure? Once we leave, we're not coming back."

"I'm sure, Naoya. Do you have everything?"

"Yes."

"You're sure?" Your tone made him pause, his brow furrowing as he glanced around the room. He couldn't find anything, so he pat his pockets, frowning after a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, closing it once you raised your hand and presented his phone.

"You minx," he snarled lightheartedly, snatching his phone from you and shoving it in his back pocket. "What else did you steal from me?"

"I didn't steal anything, bubby. I grabbed it so you wouldn't forget it."

"Yeah, whatever. You ready to go or what?" You giggled and nodded, taking his outstretched hand and following him out of the suite and down the hall. The elevator ride was fairly quiet, three other people joining you on the ride down. The two of you stayed at the back, hands intertwined, Naoya's thumb rubbing into you, grounding himself. He hesitated once you got to the lobby, but after a quick glance out of the elevator—confirming his father wasn't there—he walked out with you, hand in hand. You were almost at the exit when he slowed down, squeezing your hand to get your attention.

"I gotta do something real quick. Wait here."

"Wha—" Naoya put down his suitcase quickly, walking off to a nearby seating area in the lobby. You stared curiously as he walked up to someone sitting down. Once she turned around, you realized that it was Keiya. You watched as he bowed to her, staying still for a few moments. You couldn't see their expressions very well from where you were, and you definitely couldn't hear them, so your curiosity began to eat away at you. You waited patiently, only left alone for a minute or two before Naoya bowed again, walking back to you with his hands in his pockets. He reached you soon enough, grabbing his suitcase before taking your hand, guiding you out of the building.

"What was that all about?" you asked as soon as the doors behind you closed. He seemed to have not heard you so you shook his arm, grabbing his attention.

"Hm? Oh! It—um—it was nothing."

"Come on, Naoya," you huffed, pushing yourself into his side. "We need to start communicating better. How else are we gonna build a healthy relationship?" Naoya scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he couldn't say no when you pouted like that.

"Fine… I was…" He took a deep breath, avoiding your gaze. "I apologized for how I acted yesterday… and how I've acted in the past… That was all."

Something bloomed inside you—hope, perhaps?—and you grinned wide, hugging his arm tightly.

"Aww, Naoya! That's so mature of you! Who knew you could apologize without being forced to?"

"Oh, shut up—"

"No, I'm serious! I'm very proud of you, bub! So proud of my handsome boyfriend." He huffed but his face burned just a bit, his cheeks bright.

"Jeez, calm down. How do you have so much energy? We've been up since, like, five." You shrugged, releasing his arm just to take his hand again, swinging your arms lazily as you waited for a cab to pick you up to take you to the airport. Naoya stared at you from the corner of his eye for a bit, quietly bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing the back of it. You glanced at him, giving him a sweet smile, the kind that always made him melt.

"...I love you," he mumbled quietly, hesitantly, the words still a bit foreign on his tongue. Your smile grew and you leaned in towards him, kissing him on the cheek.

"Love you too, Naoya."

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[perictione00]

Oops!...I Did It Again

Ch 1: It's Complicated

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts/behaviour (please do not read if things like this are triggering for you).

Synopsis: When life was throwing you uncountable curveballs, an unexpected reunion with your high school friend helped you dodge every single one of them. Coping mechanisms leave you both in a complicated situationship. So what happens when one of you ends up catching feelings? The cliche or the unexpected?

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You wonder what your life would've been like if your parents were still alive. Maybe you would have stayed a child for a little longer, enjoyed your life a little longer, without execrating every bitter incident that landed on your lap, and maybe you wouldn't be standing on the edge of a rooftop, drunk, contemplating your next move. It could be so easy to just stop everything and not feel anything any longer. You could be free from all the burden that you've been carrying; you won't have to worry about the deadlines, the debt, the rent, or your sister's school fee. Oh yeah, there it is—the reason you question your decisions whenever you find yourself on the rooftop. You really do love her; you act brave for her sake, and she's your motivation, yet sometimes it all feels so worthless. It doesn't matter when nobody acknowledges your hard work, but it hurts like hell when she doesn't. You try to understand that she's in her rebellious phase and that she's still young; however, you envy her for having the audacity to even disregard you in the first place because you expect her of all people to recognize the effort you put in. Why do you have to grow up and she gets to stay a child, a brat?

"What are you waiting for?", you almost lost your balance as you heard his voice. You slowly turned, only to see a blonde-haired guy with an obviously expensive-looking formal suit. "So you're drunk this time?", he continued as he walked in your direction.

"Heyaaaa, Mr. Richie Rich, what took you sooo loooooong, I missed you shhoooo muuchhh", you weren't sober enough to know how drunk you sounded, but Nanami was. He took your hand with caution as you climbed down the edge. The dark circles under your eyes gave away the reason for your current state. It was evident that you had been overworking yourself for the past few days. You barely had time for yourself, and you had requested Nanami to pick up your sister from her tennis classes twice this week. He was actually shocked to find you a bit too early at the office today as well, and although he wanted to question it, he knew better. There were already way too many rumors about you circulating in the office; he didn't want to add one more by holding a conversation with you.

"Let's go, I'll make dinner", he said as he collected the files and your heels that decorated the rooftop floor.

Nanami closed the door of his apartment as you staggered your way to the very comfortable-looking couch. He knew that you would fall asleep on the couch and that it would be such a pain to wake you up, but the peacefulness on your face changed his mind. This was basically the story of every other weekend, and it was painfully obvious how you both lacked a social life. However, he would rather spend his weekends with you than hold conversations with the people in his company; they were all...tiring and he felt at ease with you, maybe because you both attended the same high school and were part of the same circle. So here he was, almost done heating the leftover miso soup, searing chicken, and preparing parsley sauce to go with it.

Now comes the hard part: waking you up. He remembers that one time, when you had asked him to choose a pokemon that came to his mind when he thought of you, he also remembers how he had immediately answered Snorlax and how, surprisingly, you weren't even offended and instead tried to justify its life style. Of course you didn't need to know that he found Snorlax the cutest of all pokemon.

After 10 minutes of diligence, you were finally awake, cranky but awake at last. He led you to the dining table and served you the miso soup which tasted like heaven. The tofu literally melted in your mouth and the brothy texture was to die for, you could feel yourself sobering. While you were enamored with the taste of the food, Nanami was secretly anticipating your unusual way of appreciating his food, which you did.

"Oh I could just marry you right now", you announced as you pecked his lips, catching him off guard.

To say that Nanami was flustered would be an understatement. The tips of his ears were as red as an apple, and his serious guy exterior was on the verge of breaking. He knew that for you, it wasn't anything unusual because of the peculiar relationship you shared with him; however, actions and words like these never failed to ignite his heart with a hopeful fire. But he couldn't allow himself to give into this fantasy, so he maintained his calm appearance and continued savoring the tender chicken, glancing your way with every bite.

2 years ago

Resigning from a company that contributed to a major part of your income was a big decision, but after working overtime for almost a month and not getting a penny for it, that was your limit. You tried complaining only to find out that some legal document under the company's contract deprived you of many rights that were meant for your protection against exploitation. You seriously should've read it all instead of jumping on the opportunity. And with that, you were left with a series of unpaid bills and your unemployed ass. It was hard to find a great job in a short time period, so you went on for various job interviews and took on multiple part-time jobs that paid enough to keep you going for 4 months. It was during this time that you regretted giving up on your previous job, as the list of redirected emails to inform you that your interest was appreciated but another candidate was chosen for the job was taking a toll on you.

In all honesty, your confidence had hit rock bottom. You really thought you were something, that you stood a chance, only to discover how ignorant you were. It was scary—the prices of basic amenities, the rent, your sister's education, and her growing demands. Falling into a cycle of self-hatred, you slowly forgot about yourself, your needs, and your health; life became all about work. If you wanted to exist in the world, you had to be stable economically; money's everything, and you felt utterly useless. What were you even doing? What were you doing with your life? Did you not have any aspirations? Were you nothing but a fucking coward who gave up the moment things got hard? At the young age of 24, you were having an existential crisis. You were comparing yourself to every person your age who had accomplished more than you ever could, and there was no end to it. Though the vicious cycle did come to an end the day you came across a former classmate Nanami Kento while on a grocery run.

"Oh, I think you dropped th-,", Nanami stopped mid-sentence as he stood astonished, looking at the woman who had dropped her cereal box.

"Nanami! Is that you?", you asked in shock.

Let's just say that the grocery run took way longer than it should have as you both dropped by a cafe to catch up. It was refreshing talking about random things to someone your age, someone you knew. You had to admit that Nanami had changed, not only looking more approachable, but it seemed like he finally had no issue talking to people, you were happy for him, and since you wanted to keep it that way, you kept yourself from inquiring about his job. After a good two hours, you exchanged numbers and bid each other farewell. It turned out to be a great day, as that very day, you were offered a job at a MNC with phenomenal pay, but here's the catch: as you went through the documentation process, you learned that the position of secretary was offered to you. That was shocking, as your credentials and experience were suited more for the marketing department, and you were concerned about the legitimacy of the offer because no one pays that much to a secretary; however, beggars can't be choosers, so you accepted the offer right away.

On your joining day, the morning routine started earlier than usual, as you wanted everything to be perfect, from your fit to your timing. After having breakfast with your sister, you left for work, reaching ahead of time to leave a good impression. The building seemed fancy, with a sweet receptionist who directed you to your new boss, warning you not to enter his office until he called for you. That was weird, but maybe it was because your boss was busy. And it turned out that he was actually busy...fucking a woman, who came out of his office with disheveled hair. It was after you waited for a long time that he called you inside.

He was on his cellphone when you entered the office, wearing a tasteful tuxedo with a matching watch that went well with his blonde hair, leaning back on his chair, ignoring your presence. As you were about to introduce yourself, he raised his index finger to his lips, saying, "Shhh...you must be the new one. I'm Naoya Zenin, head of the consulting department and you must call me Sir."

Ch 2

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[yanderenightmare]

JJK x curse ! darling

TW: NSFW, yandere, kidnapping, captive darling, degredation

fem reader

Can’t stop thinking about all the little vulnerable curse ! darlings that exist and how easily they fall prey to the merciless Jujutsu Sorcerers that go hunting them down for pleasure.

Geto Suguru x The Curse of Virginity

Doe-eyed, chubby-cheeked and makeup-free. She's always chewing her lip nervously. Spawned from all the sweet, silly virgins out there who're afraid of having their virginity robbed.

Though always so fucking wet for it at the same time that it’s embarrassing.

Geto got lucky and swallowed her up before anyone else could get a taste. Keeping her in his bedroom. He kisses her cheeks while fucking her into a moaning, squealing little mess every night. Making sure all her sweet little virgin fantasies are met and satisfied.

Gojo Satoru x The Curse of Beauty

A defiant little brat who thinks her beauty will enslave any and all men who dare look at her. Cold and dismissive, she never lets anyone touch her – because, in her mind, she’s a goddess no one’s worthy of having or holding.

But Gojo scoops her up and keeps her locked up in his place like a pet cat. Smiling at her awfully condescendingly when she warns him not to lay his filthy hands on her. 

She'll hiss at him, backing up with eyes going wide under the crushing realization that a pretty face stands little chance paralleled with a real force of strength. Understanding with a hitch in her throat how she better start using her looks to please rather than upset him.

Fushiguro Toji x The curse of Insecurity

The cutest little crybaby who thinks every aspect of her is unappealing and gross. She’s always trying to hide her tear-streaked face, making herself as small as she can by curling herself into a ball, hoping no one’s able to notice her. 

Toji just grins his devil-grin with her doughy thighs spread around his hips – keeping her wrists pinned above her head so she can’t do anything but whimper out small denials when he gruffs out how fucking adorable she is, thinking she can keep herself away from him.

Nanami Kento x The curse of Shame

Born from the guilt of every shameful nympho who can’t help but feel so awfully filthy after indulging in their dark desires. 

She's always naked and needy – quaking with heat and dewy from the fever of it – rubbing her thighs closed with such a sorry expression it would make any man rush to comfort her.

Nanami takes good care of her, though. The poor thing. She can’t go a single day without getting her wet little pussy pounded – always coming to him with her coy eyes and sultry whines, riding the thick muscles on his thigh with such a terribly needy pout on her lips. Begging him to make it okay, to sanction her so she needn’t feel so awfully sinful as she cums while still whimpering for his cock like a needy wonton little slut.

Zenin Naoya x The curse of misogyny

Born from all the chauvinistic self-indulgent thoughts men have of what a perfect woman should be – having resulted in the most plaint sweetest little thing – one who only feels comfortable when she's either welcoming her man home, cock-warming him during dinner or when he's rearranging her guts into the late night.

She's the happiest little bride with Naoya. Smiling nicely and humming while he lists all his troubles after coming home in a foul mood like always – she'll play with his hair until he leans into the touch with a moan, possessively tugging her closer – palming her soft skin with a pouty scowl on his face. She'll kiss his chin and tell him how grateful she is for everything he goes through, and it's exactly what he needs to hear – beginning to brush his lips over her skin, undressing her while she continues soothing him with her devotion – telling him she'd be lost without him, that he should take whatever he wants from her as a reward for working so hard, that he deserves it for being so good to her, that he's the strongest and smartest and greatest man in the whole world, and that she'll never ever want to be or do anything but serve him until the day she dies.

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[kentosovertime]

(n.) the sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees

work retreat au, manager!naoya x f!reader - 2.3k

CW: explicit content, explicit language, smut, dubcon, teasing, exhibtionism, rough smut, public setting, boss/worker relationship, fingering, pet names, name calling, spanking, slapping, impact play, naoya the asshat, just like i like him

A/N: in collaboration with @taixju Summer of '22 event <3 i had a blast writing this fawn! thank you for hosting this event for everyone to enjoy :) make sure to click the link below to check out all the amazing fics people have contributed!

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Outside. Camping with tents. No running water.

Whoever’s idea it was to drag your entire department out into the middle of the woods could suck your fat fucki- 

“Ms. (L/N)?” Your volunteer counselor tries to grab your attention for the third time. “It’s your turn to do the ice breaker.” 

She smiles so sweetly at you, so sickly sweet it makes your stomach turn. Everyone already knew your name. Your life story. What could possibly be gained from this? “Hey, guys…” You start, maintaining a slightly elevated monotone. “ I’m (Y/N). 27. I’m the director’s administrative assistant and I like black raspberry ice-”. 

You’re rudely cut off by a snort and stifling laughter. Your glare cuts across the clearing human resources had circled you up to, seeing Naoya, the director of sales, your boss, and his little posee of incels. 

“That’s enough Mr. Zen’in.” The manager reprimands him. “Thank you for sharing, Ms. (L/N). Let’s move on to team building activities!” She claps her hands in front of her so excited with her idea. 

You let yourself take a deep breath, schooling your features to complacency, knowing your team would be looking to you as an example now the attention was on you. Nor did you want to be pulled into a meeting when this was all done. 

A meeting you were hoping Naoya would get pulled into instead. The moves he put on you in the office were bearable, constrained by the rules of the office as he expertly toed the line of propriety, but on this trip? Any hope of keeping your head down and getting unscathed dwindled the hotter it got. 

You stretch your arms above your head, following as the group tightens the circle, wiping the sweat from your brow as the hot July sun beats down on your head. 

“We’ll be listing off names. When we say you and your partner’s name, find each other!” She calls over the large group. “You’ll be sitting back to back, linking arms and attempting to use teamwork to stand up together!” 

Please don’t be Naoya. Please don’t be- “Naoya and (Y/N)!” Shit. 

“Aw, wipe that look of disappointment off your face, sweetie.” He coos, walking up behind you, slipping to sit on the ground, looking up at you over his shoulder with a sly grin. “Don’t want to get down here and dirty with me, princess? Afraid to get grime under those manicured nails?” 

Whoever’s idea this was… You chant in your head again. Your eyes flick over his form, his athletic shorts riding up his thighs and the skin tight shirt. Whoever made this all a thing couldn’t have done something that required to see your boss in normal people's clothes?

You can feel a retort ready to fly from your throat, urged on by the smug satisfaction you can feel rolling off of him as you kneel on the ground before pressing your sweat slicked back to his. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure HR doesn’t work your body too hard.” He chuckles as the two of you push, attempting to stand up. 

“That’s not necessary.” You grunt out, panting at the effort of how hard this actually was.  “I didn’t ask for the help, sir.” 

“That’s cute.” He laughs before whispering so only you can hear. “You think I’m being nice for your sake? I may have use for you later. And I’d hate to have you worn out before we begin.”

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You’re about ready to collapse in exhaustion as the day wears on, time seeming to grind to a halt. The group had slowly moved to a more shaded area as the temperature increased, though it didn’t do much to prevent the majority of the men from shedding their already questionably cut up gym tees .

Your eyes flick to your bosses form. Out of habit, you tell yourself. This is a fucking HR nightmare, and you’re absolutely not enjoying the sight. 

“Ok! Water break’s done everyone!” How this woman was still as bubbly as she was when the day started, you have no clue how. “Human knot time!” 

You stifle a snort at the groans that go up around the group at the woman’s lack of situational awareness, pressing the ice cold water bottle to the back of your neck in an attempt to cool off. 

When the group gathers, you manage to deftly avoid Naoya’s seeking grasp in the favor of two female coworkers, but that’s where your victory ends. As the conglomerate of sweaty bodies untangles, you’re twisted forcefully in the hard plane of someone’s abdomen, his muscles rippling under your squirming body, sweat glistening from today’s activities as the slickness smears against your arms.

Embarrassment floods your system, contributing to the slight burn settling across your nose and cheekbones. You can’t decide if it would be worse to stare at his well defined pecs, or to look up, making eye contact with your coworker. A dark chuckle pulls you from your reverie, making the decision for you.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” Naoya coos at the way your eyes widen and pupils dilate against your will, making his cock twitch in excitement as he watches a bead of sweat fall to trail down your neck. “Can’t handle the heat?” 

“I can handle hotter than this.” You bite out, scowling and letting innuendo drip from your aggressive tone, aggravated by how delicious he smells despite his garbage personality. 

Your arm is yanked, pulling you from his clutches for the time being, just when you think your face can’t get any redder. 

The next time you’re forced together, you’re climbing gingerly through his circled arms when the movement halts. You let out a defeated whimper, your hot center straddled astride the expanse of his forearm. 

If only he was as determined as you were to ignore the positioning , catching you off guard as he remains quiet, refusing to alert you from where you were purposefully gazing away from him, as he grinds his arm up into you. 

He doesn’t even manage to pull off an innocent look as he pretends to just be shifting from the position he’s stuck in, rubbing repeatedly against you, edging you until you’re ripped away from him again.

He chuckles under his breath, the huffs of hot air exhaling from your panting mouth having nothing to do with the broiling heat and extensive physical team building. He can see how flustered you are from where he is across the group. 

The final straw happens as the group has almost completed the task of untangling themselves. The partner you’d been holding hands with jolted you down the hard forest floor as they crawl between someone’s legs. 

The halting of the line, like before, leaves you vulnerable, but this time, with Naoya looking down his nose at you as you try to contain your desperate panting, it feels different. 

“I can think of a better reason for you to be panting on your knees for me like a bitch in heat.” His face slides into a suggestive smirk, his perverted gaze raking over your body. “HR approved, of course.”

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As the activities end for the day, and the group, transitions to free time, you swear you can feel his gaze for the rest of the evening. Raking up your form, trying to catch your eye. You opt to remain near as many people as possible, joining dozens at a large bonfire that lasts well into the night and early morning, past when the majority of people had retreated to their tents. 

You stretch with a yawn, rising from your spot in front of the sparking embers to make your way to bed, trying to ignore the burning itch that is still simmering low in your stomach. 

Your mouth is covered swiftly as you’re pulled behind a large oak, far enough from those still awake to remain out of their sight. A shocked yelp flies from your mouth, muffled by the firm grip across your lips as the force pins you face first to the rough bark of the tree. 

“Thought this was what your body was begging for.” Naoya chuckles, the air puffing against the sensitive shell of your ear as you try to pry yourself from his arms. He presses the painfully obvious bulge of his athletic shorts against the seam of your legging clad legs. 

Your desperate squeaks as you squirm away only fuels his desire. “‘This not what you wanted? You talk a bigger game than you can handle, princess?”

Your chest aches from the burn of the bark as Naoya anchors himself against your back, forcing his way under the seam of your pants, roughly rubbing through your slick folds, sucking his teeth in disappointment at what he finds, thinking someone so soaked for him wouldn’t be putting up such a fight. 

“You certainly seem like you’re enjoying the attention, slut.” Your center clenches on nothing as he teases your entrance with his digits. You shake your head, trying to clear the haze and push back against him, knowing the group of your coworkers were just a few paces away. 

“Choice is yours.” He plunges his fingers into you without warning, expertly teasing the rough spot within you as you squeal out his name in pleasure. “Admit you want me to bully my cock into this drooling cunt and I’ll drag you back to the tent.” 

“Mr. Zen- N-Naoya-! Shit! W-we can’tt- please s-s-stop!” Your eyes cross as he doubles his efforts, adding his thumb to circle your clit. 

“Or.” He growls. “That whore mouth will stop stuttering and start screaming when I fuck you into this tree for everyone to hear.”

“T-tent-! Your t-tent!” You manage to moan out before you clamp your own hand over your mouth, attempting to silence yourself. He pulls his fingers from your center, flicking the accumulated slick at your face, chuckling when you flinch. 

“Uh uh. You’re not going to be able to move when I’m done with you.” He herds your stumbling form towards your tent. “Don’t plan on making this a fucking sleepover, sweetheart.”

Naoya’s hand lands harshly on the swell of your ass as you arrive at your tent, pulling a sharp gasp from you, causing those still stilling around the fire to gaze into the darkness behind you. 

“You alright, (Y/N)?” Someone yells to you, causing Naoya to give you a knowing smirk as he unzips the door to your tent. 

“Jus’ t-tripped on a root!” You hope the cloudiness that made its way into your brain kept itself out of your voice, or at least that it played off as pain. They seem to buy your excuse as Naoya shoves you into the now open door, onto the floor, landing you with a dull thud onto your sleeping bag. 

He only gets the zip closed halfway before he launches himself at you, ripping at the fabric of the leggings, pulling them down to your knees before reaching into his shorts, pushing the band just far enough for him to slip his cock out before he sinks into you with no prep. 

“Are you gonna be a perfect little assistant, princess?” He grunts above you, pushing your legs to your chest by the back of your thighs, bullying his cock into you with such force it jolts your body, making your eyes cross as you see stars. “Gonna take every inch? Gonna beg for my cum, sweetheart?” 

“P-please-!” You babble out helplessly, unable to control the volume of your shrieks as he somehow hits the exact spot you need, ramming and assaulting your cervix deliciously. “Naoy-!” 

Your pleas are cut off with a chokes whisper as the palm of his hand descends upon the side of your face before squeezing your cheeks harshing, forcing your watery, hazy gaze to meet his dark one. 

“Use your manners, slut.” He growls, stilling his movement, causing you to chase him, your hips pleading for him to move again. “I’m your boss. You’ll address me as such. Now beg pretty, bitch.”

“M-Mr-...” You sniffle, more tears streaming from your face as you teeter over the edge, clamping and fluttering around his stilled length, your haze sending your ego straight out the door. “Mr. Zen’in.. Please- shit- p-please f-fill me up my p-pussy!” 

He hear him groan, whimpering helplessly as he effortlessly flips your body, forcing your face and torso into the hard ground before sliding into you from behind, fucking into you harder than before. 

“Gonna cum, princess?” He scoffs, chuckling at how desperate you look pushing your ass back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Forcing my way into your cunt does it for you, you filthy bitch?” 

“Y-yes, s-sir-!” You whimper below him ready to explode, making him groan ubscencely.

“Hope you're ready for all the overtime-” His head falls back, ready to paint your walls white. “M’own personal cum dump. Paid for by the company.” 

His degrading words are what send you over the edge, making you shriek as you bite into your sleeping bag to silence yourself as your body trembles helplessly, your soaked heat sucking him in, causing him to quickly come inside of you. 

He watches transfixed as he pulls his length from you, gazing hungrily at how mess you’re oozing his seed all over your overnight bedding. 

“See you Monday.” He smacks your leaking cunt, making you collapse from your elbows as he tucks his messy cock away in his pants. “Come in an hour early so we can get started.”

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The Call - G.S.

Synopsis. After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but it’s so hard when he kisses you like that.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader, background Zenin Naoya x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, no curses! AU, Naoya gets cucked, Oggy & The Cockroaches cameo, NSFW, making out, cunnilingus, fingering, doggy, missionary, manhandling kinda, Satoru is taller, mentions of alcohol, pet names (doll, babe), oral sex (male + female receiving), Satoru is down BAD, cheating, I bully Naoya, car sex, overstimulation (male + female), swearing (I’m a pottymouth, sorry), exhibitionism if you squint.

Word count. 6.7k (being stuck on a farm really does that to ya)

A/N. BONJOUR BABYGIRLS, FIRST POST KINDA NERVOUS?? Based on The Call by Backstreet Boys. Art by @_3aem on X.

If you reblog, I’ll literally kiss you on the mouth (with your consent). <3

Cross-posted on AO3

“Listen, baby, I’m sorry.”

He’ll see the marks.

“Jus’ wanna tell ya don’t worry. I will be late, don’t stay up and wait for me.”

He’ll know. 

Good.

Long fingers trail higher and higher up your thigh. 

Meeting his fiery cerulean gaze, the grip on your phone weakens - only one thought running through your mind right now. 

Satoru won’t let you get out of this alive.

Shit. How the hell did you even get here?

Hitting the club on a random Thursday with your friends means you’d geared up for a dead dance floor and some old creeps you’d have to fight off. 

Hey, it wasn’t perfect - but at least it would get your mind off of That Bag of Dicks. And the fact that it was your two-year anniversary with him today. AND the fight that led you to furiously text your groupchat demanding a night out. 

But, whatever, semantics. 

What you certainly did not expect was the crowd to be dancing in an uproar, and one white-haired man to be in the middle of it all. The creeps were still there - as always - but what did it matter when his electric eyes caught yours across the dance floor. Mouth curving up in a teasing grin as he kept gaze locked with yours.

Beautiful.

Wait. Ugh. You really needed to get a hold of yourself. 

Ripping your eyes away from this stranger’s, you check your phone - somewhat out of habit. 

0 new notifications. 

Well. Fuck it, you thought.

Downing your friend’s double shot, you mentally made a note to buy them a drink next time as you plunged into the dense crowd. 

Fuck Naoya. Fuck his mind games. Fuck his stuffy, exclusive family dinners.

…

And that uglyass e-boy hairstyle.

Maybe it was the Smirnoff, or maybe it was the music thrumming through your veins - all you knew was that the dancing bodies around you were magnetic, and you hadn’t felt this good in a long time. 

Yeah, this is exactly what you needed right now.

You’re moving your hips to the beat in all the ways your boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate. Running your hands over the top that stuck to you like a second skin. 

And that was when it happened. 

A hand grasps yours in midair. 

Ew, what the fuck. You’d barely formed that thought before you’re suddenly spun so that your back is pressed against the front of…a wall? A wall wearing such alluring cologne. 

No wait, that’s a person. Holy shit they must be some sort of gym rat.

“Hey, wanna dance on that table?”

You turn your head to snap at whoever this stranger speaking to you from behind is, partially impressed by his sheer audacity. 

But whatever curse or shout at the tip of your tongue died down when you saw those eyes from before peering down at you. Except, now that you were closer - almost intimidatingly so - you could truly appreciate what a breathtaking man he was. 

Ethereal white hair framing those incredibly blue eyes. And a small dimple at the corner of a grin, which moves as he cocks his head and leans down to repeat, “Wanna dance on that table?”

Dammit, you might have been ogling him for too long. 

The table in question was one fringing the dance floor, slightly battered from too much experience with drunk dancing. Yet, it didn’t seem like it would break down anytime soon - and your phone was tragically empty of any concerned calls from your boyfriend so…what’s the worst that could happen? 

“...Sure?” You answer, eyes still unmoving from his face. 

At most you’d just dance till you forget today.

And before you knew it, both of his hands rested softly on your hips as he carefully steered you through the crowd from behind. 

Upon reaching it, his long legs jump onto the table and he holds a hand out towards you - boyish mirth evident on his features and the surrounding crowd cheering in drunken camaraderie. Face slightly burning at the spectacle, you slide your hand once more into his grasp.

It should be illegal to be this good-looking and the life of the party.

This stranger had you belting out the lyrics of songs with almost-reckless abandon, hands ghosting your body as you two moved in sync. An unknown magnetism drawing you to each other like a moth to flame. 

You were most definitely the flame, you thought, with the way his intense stare left your skin burning. You felt your heartbeat banging against your ribcage in symphony with the strobe lights above.

He was towering in front of you now. An arm wrapping around your waist, and the other gently pushing away the hair from your face. Close.

“I’m Gojo Satoru. You can jus’ call me Satoru, doll.”

A large hand caressing your cheek now. 

“I’m-”

That was when you felt it. The incessant vibration in your skirt pocket that most definitely wasn’t the pounding club music - your phone. And you knew who it was. 

Shit, you lost track of everything. 

“...taken.”

The smile on Gojo’s face falters for the first time as he makes a noise of confusion.

“I’m taken. Sorry. See you around.”

And with that, you untangle yourself from his arms and make your way back onto the ground, weaving through the crowd that had formed around the table due to your guys’ little show. 

What the hell were you even thinking? Just because you were mad at your boyfriend doesn’t mean you don’t have one.

You look back and catch a glimpse of Gojo’s slight pout. 

Cute. 

But, your buzzing phone served as a reminder - now wasn’t the time to forget yourself. You came here to dance your worries off, not cheat on your damn boyfriend! Maybe you really should check out that couples therapist your aunt recommended…couldn’t be that expensive, could it?

A glance at your phone shows Naoya’s string of texts. A couple cuss words, some accusations thrown here and there - none of them true, yet you felt guilty as you made your way to the bar. 

He still didn’t call, but it’s a start, right?

Upon grabbing a seat at the counter, your friends excitedly rush to hear the tea. 

“Oh my gosh, WHO was that hottie you were up there on the table with earlier?”, they gasp and crowd around you eagerly. 

“Some guy named Gojo, but we just-”

One of your friends interrupts your explanation by tittering, “You know I always told you to leave that asswipe, Naoya. Glad you finally decided to stand up, girl.” 

The rest of your group make noises of agreement as you sputter your excuses, “What- NO. I told him I was taken. Either way, I know Naoya’s a dick but I’d never cheat on him!” 

You weren’t like that. I mean, he drives you mad but every couple has their moments, right?

“Well, are you sure you told him you’re taken?”

Your friend’s odd question makes you snap out of your little overthinking tirade, enough to turn to what the group was now looking at - or more like who.

Gojo was unmissable. 

A cloud-like beauty with locks of white, standing a full head above everyone else. But what jarred you the most was the look in his eyes as they locked upon you, like a man dying of thirst spotting an oasis on his last breath.

Well, shit.

“Not really in the mood to watch you two eye-fuck each other sooo we’ll prolly go dance. We’ll be nearby keeping an eye, though, so remember the signals, yeah?” you hear from your left.

You nod mutely as your friends leave you for a repeat of Heads Will Roll.

“We meet again, Ms. Taken.” 

You rip your gaze away from your friends on the dance floor to look up at Gojo. His stupid little joke startles a small laugh out of you. 

“Didn’t think you were one for dad jokes, Gojo.” you muse. 

“Please, call me Satoru.” he grins as he leans over the counter to order you both a shot of Baileys. “You’re an incredible dancer you know.”  

“Says the life of the party?” you laugh, turning in your seat to better face your interesting new friend. 

He conducts an exaggerated bow, bragging “What can I say? I’m quite great at everything.” 

Ah, the dramatic type.

“Now that just makes you sound sleazy, Satoru.” you tease, gratefully taking the shot from the bartender.

Despite the dim lighting of the club, you could make out the slight darkening of Satoru’s cheeks. But, before you could ponder that any further, he clinks his shot glass against yours and downs the liquor. 

Once you follow, he leans in closer to drawl “As sleazy as that boyfriend of yours?”. 

Goosebumps rise on your shoulders and you have to hold back a shudder - whether from Satoru’s deep voice in your ear or because of what he just said, you don’t question.

Raising an eyebrow, “What would you know about my boyfriend?”

You watch as Satoru’s eyebrows furrow slightly, a more serious expression taking over his face. “Oh, doll. You do know that your lil’ boyfriend is very popular with the ladies here, right?”

What the fuck? Okay, to be touchy is one thing but outright lying about your boyfriend is another.

You stare at Satoru blankly, unimpressed. Droning monotonously, “Ah, so you’re one of those guys that lie to pick up a girl, huh?” You see his eyes widen by the smallest fraction - clearly not expecting this kind of response. Then he throws his head back and laughs. The nerve.

Between cackles, “I’m not. But your boyfriend sure is.” 

And as you open your mouth to retort he plows on, “Nao-something, right? That two-tone-haired gremlin? Bumped into him last time I was here, he showed us a couple pictures of you, bragging about having a hottie waiting for him at home. It was almost heartfelt.” 

Satoru fishes his phone out of his pocket and fumbles with it before turning the screen to face you. “That was right before he started making out with some other chick, of course.”

And making out with some other chick he was. 

The picture was blurry - seemingly zoomed into the background of a group selfie - but it was undeniably your Naoya, only with the added detail of his tongue down some other girl’s throat.

This FUCKER. 

“...when was this?”, the words sounded foreign to your ears, as if spoken by someone else. But you knew from the way Satoru assessed you with slight concern that it was you who asked this.

“...last week.” 

Last week? Last week was when your boyfriend(?) was out of town for some alleged family dinner at the Zenin Estate. And the week before that as well. At this point, was any of it real?

“Another dinner, babe? Old man Zenin sure is stepping up with the family bonding.” you chuckle, as Naoya fixes his hair in the mirror.

“Yeah. Won’t be home tonight.”

“Staying at the Estate again? Ugh, well, stay safe. Love you!” you chirp as he flits out the door. Disappointed but, whatever, time to binge-watch those shitty rom-coms he complains about.

The longer you sat on that too-high seat at the bar counter, the longer things began lining up. His short fuse, the incessant texts, and most of all - his paranoia that you were cheating on him with any and every male in the vicinity. It was actually one of the things you’d blown up over before you left for the night.

“What? Naoya, babe, he’s literally my friend’s boyfriend. Why would I ever-”

“Oh yeah? Well I couldn’t tell cuz you’re such a fuckin’ slut. Y’know, going on dates behind my back and all.”

“It was a GROUP HANGOUT, I haven’t seen these people in ages. What the fuck is up with you these days- I literally love you and only you. Look - can’t we just celebrate our anniversary like usual, c’mon…”

“Just fuck off.”

Tears well up in your eyes. How could he do this to you? After two entire years? 

You felt so stupid. Your thoughts were running a million miles a minute, and it stopped on one - you were going to get revenge. 

Abruptly getting down from your seat, you turn without remembering to say so much as a goodbye to Satoru. Fuming, and mind filled only with thoughts of how you’d burn Naoya’s ugly, overpriced shirts. Or maybe you could even send his unflattering nudes to the Zenin family groupchat - that would give those uptight fossils a real kick.

Your thoughts of enacting revenge are halted only when a large hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you from heading for the club exit. Satoru’s ramblings hit you before you’d even turned to look at him.

“Look- I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to find out this way. I thought you two had an open relationship or something. Which - looking back - how the fuck would a douche canoe like him have ever convinced you to have an open rela-”

Out of the corner of your eye you spotted your friends worriedly making their way towards the two of you. 

You take a quick glance up at Satoru who was still in the middle of mumbling, “-shocked an e-boy bastard like him even pulled you in the first place.”

Fuck it.

Your body moved before your mind. You quickly shot your friends a thumbs up and tight-lipped smile that made them stop in their tracks, still slightly unsure. And with that, you grabbed Satoru and began dragging him to the exit, effectively cutting off his long-winded apology and/ or Naoya diss track.

Eyes firmly facing forward, you miss the mixture of delighted and scandalized expressions on your friends’ faces. The only thing distantly registering in your mind being the cold touch of Satoru’s wrist.

It was quiet outside. Your ears were ringing a bit from the chaos of the club, so you bask slightly in the serenity before Satoru speaks up from beside you, “So…changed your mind, Ms. Taken?”

Oh, right. You took a prize with you - and he didn’t even know your name, yet.

“Ah! Sorry- That was just on impulse, I didn’t mean-”, now it was your turn to ramble apologies for your hasty reaction. Just because you wanted to get back at your boyfriend doesn’t mean you should involve someone else in it!

After apologizing and giving him your name, you look up to see the twinkle in Satoru’s eyes. He seemed…amused?

“I did take you for a bit of a thrill-seeker after the table incident, but damn…”, he chuckles. “Well, now that we’re acquainted with each other, why don’t we give that lil’ boyfriend of yours something to really be mad about?” 

His words cause a shiver to run down your spine. What? 

He leans in close - so very close - and bats his long lashes, “That is what you dragged me out here for, right?”

Well, maybe you are sort-of the adventurous type. And maybe this is what your freshly heartbroken brain had concocted as revenge for your boyfriend’s betrayal - but wasn’t this too reckless, even for you? With what dignity you have left, you muster, “Once again, I’m so sorry for all of this. Let’s both pretend this never happened, you can head back and I’ll head…home.” 

“Where my cheating scumbag boyfriend is” is the part that goes unsaid. 

Satoru stays unmoving from his place in your personal space, defiantly staring right into your eyes, “You didn’t answer my question, doll.” he hums. 

It might have been the alcohol - or the way his lip curled oh-so-perfectly into a teasing smile - but you find yourself sighing out in defeat. “Fine. Yeah. That is what I brought you out here for but mind you it was impulse and-”

He has the audacity to look absolutely exhilarated at your response, cutting you off to muse “That’s perfect then, isn’t it? You get revenge on that cheating dumbass, and I get to fuck an absolute goddess.” 

At your stunned silence, he quirks an eyebrow and continues, “Come on, you really think I didn’t see the way you were eyeing me up before getting on the dance floor?”

“Well, you’re kinda hard to miss.” you defend, face warming. ‘And either way, I’m still in a relationship, we could even try couples therapy…and besides - I don’t even know you.“ 

Satoru’s grin only seems to grow at each word that spills out of your mouth, he was getting impossibly closer to you. Surprisingly, you didn’t mind it as much as you think you would.

“Why don’t you?” he murmurs, eyes unwavering from your face.

“Huh?”

“Why don’t you get to know me?”

You frown at the question, heart still stinging from the revelation earlier about your boyfriend. “Last time I ‘got to know’ someone it ended up with him cheating on me after two whole years.” you mutter darkly.

The amusement drains from Satoru’s face and his eyebrows furrow as he rasps out “That prick doesn’t deserve you.” His eyes flicker briefly to your lips, he was close enough now that you could slightly smell the liquor from earlier mixed with his expensive cologne. 

It was so intoxicating.

Against the rational part of your brain, you feel yourself leaning into his presence. You challenge, “And you do?”

“Absolutely not.”, he breathes out. 

And - fuck - then you’re kissing him. Because how could you not? Your lips are drawn to Satoru’s own like two halves of a soul that have connected after eons. Unbearable to part. He breathes you in like you were the only thing tethering him to this world. 

A small groan wrecks the back of his throat.

Shit, maybe it was the other way around. 

Your mouth parts, letting his tongue slide in. Satoru tasted sweet - like Baileys and every fantasy of a suave Prince Charming ever. You think that maybe you could get drunk off of his lips alone. You distinctly register the strong arm around your waist pulling you to him, sliding your hand up his chest and into those angelic locks. 

His mouth curls into a smile against yours. “Having fun, doll?” he chuckles, each word punctuated by small pecks to your lips. He pulls back ever-so-slightly to bite and tease the skin on your neck. 

Against your will, a quiet whine rips from your throat. Satoru was everywhere. But it wasn’t enough. You tug at his silky hair.

He seemed to get the memo. Connecting his forehead with yours, Satoru’s hands wander the expanse of your body before resting it on your ass, squeezing it lightly. “C’mon, use your words.”, he sounds just as breathless as you feel.

Raising your neck a little higher, lips ghosting over his, you whisper, “Satoru…I want to fuck you.”

He huffs out a laugh before murmuring lowly in your ear - words meant for you and only you - “No, doll. I want you to ruin me.” 

Your thighs press together, he was going to be the death of you. Satoru catches the small movement and hums thoughtfully, “I got a lil’ place nearby. Wanna go?”

This was stupid. This was reckless. And you were going to do it.

Following your impatient nod, the both of you hurriedly walk the short distance to where Satoru’s car was parked. You share your location with your girls - just in case - before Satoru pushes you against the backseat door of his jet black Hellcat.

Lips connecting once more, he groans out, “Need you here right now.” sounding at his wits end, “Please, doll.”

Before you know it, the door is opened and slammed shut, and you’re sinking into the plush leather seat. Satoru is hovering over you now, dim street light illuminating the lust on his features. You looked into his darkened eyes, now hinging on a black that matched his car. The air was still. Waiting.

Then broken by the cacophony of the theme song to Oggy & The Cockroaches. 

Ah, how classy. 

Mentally cursing yourself for how out-of-place that joke ringtone was, you pull out your phone as Satoru backs up a bit. Your heart stops at the caller ID - “Naoya <3” - anger and guilt filling you.

“Answer it.”, you hear from above you. Satoru, who had looked at your phone screen while you froze, was now smirking devilishly. He kisses your forehead reassuringly, repeating “Answer it.”

Well…you’ve already come this far…

“Hello?” you stammer out, answering the call. 

Your heart clenches as you hear Naoya’s voice demanding to know where you are right now. But his words go in one ear and out the other as you pay more attention to where Satoru held you, letting him do as he pleases while he takes the liberty to trail his hands where your skirt was hiking up. You could feel his thumb rubbing circles into your thighs. Tease. 

“Hellooo, can you hear me? Haven’t you had enough of fucking feeling sorry for yourself??” Naoya’s grating voice snapped you out of your reverie. 

Right, you still had to deal with that.

“Listen, baby, I’m sorry.”

Satoru’s hot breaths were fanning your hair now. His fingers continue their dance on your thigh. Feathery touch too light for any sort of friction, but just enough to set your skin ablaze. 

“Jus’ wanna tell ya don’t worry. I will be late, don’t stay up and wait for me.”

He bends down to kiss the crook of your neck and you feel his smile against your skin. Devilish and dangerous. Angling your head slightly, a jolt of electricity goes through your body as you meet his intense gaze - one that makes you feel vulnerable and exposed, despite being fully clothed. 

The grip on your phone weakens - only one thought running through your mind right now. 

Satoru won’t let you get out of this alive.

Your heated thoughts are once again interrupted by Naoya’s nagging complaints. Usually, you would have simpered on the line, but right now consoling your boyfriend was the last thing on your mind. 

“Say again? You’re dropping out, my battery is low…Jus’ so ya know, we’re going to a place nearby.”

Naoya’s shrieks of profanity are loud enough for Satoru to hear as well. He chokes on a laugh, quickly muffling it in the valley of your chest. 

You have to hold back a yelp as his soft hairs tickle your nose. Evidently bored of all your conversation, Satoru’s hand finally slips past your skirt and begins playing with the hem of your lacy panty.

Shit.

“Gotta go-”

And with that, you quickly hang up the phone and let it fall to god-knows-where. Satoru immediately catches your lips again, “Thank fuck, e-boy bastard was about to make me lose my boner.”, he mumbles against them. He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck and all the way down to your chest. “Keeping me your dirty lil’ secret, huh?”

A mischievous grin makes its way to your face as you hum, “For now. Revenge cheating isn’t as fun when they already know about it.” 

You wrap your legs around Satoru’s waist to pull him closer, feeling the outline of his cock. He grinds against you, letting out low, strangled groans at the touch of your clothed core. Both of you knew it - he wanted you so bad. 

Satoru’s fingers were now rubbing against your folds through your panty, causing you to moan at the friction. He playfully nipped at your collarbone before looking at you with eyes that look like he wanted to eat you alive. 

“Let me taste you.” he breathes out. 

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Urgently, Satoru wasted no time in helping you sit up against the door, falling onto his knees to come face-to-face with your dripping pussy. He licks a long stripe, hands tightly gripping your ass to hold you in place. 

Where Satoru was suave when kissing you, he was absolutely filthy when making out with your cunt. “Mm- Tastes s’good, doll.” he moans against your wet lips. You couldn’t hold back your groans of pleasure, his mouth making your head spin. 

Finally, his hands on your ass swiftly remove your flimsy panties - completely soaked with slick and spit. You reach out to take a hold of them, but Satoru redirects your hands onto his hair. “Use me.” he grins. Walls fluttering at how fucked out he sounds already, you almost miss the way he pockets your wet panties.

He dives back into making out with your pussy, Tongue pushing its way through your folds and tasting every inch of you with purpose. His nose keeps rubbing against your clit, and mewls rip from your throat to harmonize with the lewd squelching sounds from below. 

Satoru pulls back to admire his work, satisfied at the disappointed gasp coming from you. “Fuck- look at you. So pretty and dripping f’me. Gonna make a mess of my seats, doll?” he rasps out. 

“Shut up.” you whine embarrassed, pushing Satoru’s head to where you need him the most. He relishes in the rough treatment, rolling his tongue harshly over and over against your throbbing clit. 

“Shit! Satoru!” you yelp in ecstasy as you buck your hips into his face. More.

Satoru now uses two fingers to spread your cunt even more, admiring. 

He bullies a long finger into your wet pussy. His ice-cold ring rubbing the base of your folds in stark contrast with the hot vibrations of his moans on your clit. It was all too much. You squeeze around his head - which only seems to spur Satoru on more as he increases his pace. 

A second finger slides in, curling in unison to search for that spot inside you which Satoru knew would have your sweet moans singing louder. 

Ah, there.

“S’good Satoru. Fuck. Right there, don’ stop.”, you whine as Satoru fervently continues his attack on your cunt. 

You call out his name over and over again. Satoru was everywhere. Everything. And he was the only thing on your mind as you cum with a strangled gasp of his name; iron-tight grip on his hair helping you ride it out on his pretty face. 

While you descend from the heaven Satoru sent you to, he continues giving kittenish pecks to your pulsing cunt. Experimental licks making your thighs squeeze more around his face. He looked absolutely fucked out, eyes hooded and face flushed a delicate pink.

As the heartbeat ringing in your ears subside, you register that goddamn Oggy & The Cockroaches ringtone in the distance again.

Half-consciously reaching a hand out to feel it for it, you already know who it is before you take a look at the phone screen. 

Naoya <3

The exasperation must show on your face, because Satoru reaches out a toned arm and silences your phone before setting it down - all while still nose-deep in your pussy. He pulls away, the absolute mess of spit and slick still connecting him to you and covering his devilish grin. It makes your cunt throb once more. 

“Couples therapy is too expensive anyway.”, he rolls his eyes. 

You spot the very obvious outline of Satoru’s cock straining against his trousers. He looked painfully hard. 

God, you needed him.

Reaching out an unsteady hand, “Let me-” you begin before you were interrupted by his hands tenderly intertwining with yours for the nth time this night. His soft lips press a gentle kiss to them. And despite the lewd acts you two had been doing not even a minute before, this is what makes your cheeks heat up the most.

“I want you so bad, you wouldn’t even believe. But trust me, where we’re going I can have you however I want. Properly.” his words strained, and going straight to your pussy. 

And it’s the last thing said before he pulls your skirt back down and opens the door, only carrying you carefully to his passenger seat. “Safety first.” Satoru chirps, as he pulls over your seatbelt before closing the door and making his way to the driver’s seat.

Was he coddling you?

The drive to Satoru’s place is slightly rushed, his impatience showing in the way his fingers drum against the steering wheel. 

Fingers that were in you. 

Your cheeks burn as you try not to look behind and see the mess that you surely left on his overpriced seats. Whether from the blasting AC or from the prospect of what was about to happen, goosebumps rise on your skin. 

They stay prominent as Satoru pulls into the extravagant driveway of the type of apartment complex that you’d sneer at on a normal day. 

You feel very out of place at the gaudy entrance without panties under your short skirt. 

Satoru hands his keys to the valet before steadily making his way to you, pulling you to him with a strong arm around your waist. “Told ya I got a lil’ place nearby.” he drawls into your ear.

“Nothing too little about this place. Compensating?” you tease, and watch his eyes crinkle as he laughs. 

“Well. You’ll find out soon enough.” 

The walk to the elevator is rushed, and you two have to fight to keep your hands to yourselves if you didn’t want to permanently scar the sweet old couple riding it alongside you. 

Finally. Finally you reach his floor,

Penthouse, you note.

“Couples therapy is expensive” my ass! Does this guy run a drug cartel or what?

Roughly pushing you against his door, Satoru’s lips are once again on yours. He firmly grinds his erection against your core, massaging your ass in the process. 

Ah, you don’t think he’s compensating. 

A deep moan leaves Satoru as he feels the clenching of your naked cunt against him. You yelp when he moves your legs to wrap around his waist, effectively lifting you off the ground as if you weigh nothing. 

One hand steadying you, he quickly punches in the code to his door.

Even as he enters and kicks the door closed, Satoru’s lips don’t leave yours. He blindly turns on a light before pulling back to admire you. You felt like you were losing your sanity, “You’re stupidly good at this, y’know.” you murmur, uncharacteristically somewhat shy. 

He chuckles, removing your shoes before setting you down. Yet, your feet touch his cold mahogany floors for only a split second before Satoru has you in a bridal carry. “Save your praises for the bedroom, doll.” he chuckles out.

It’s a short walk to his room - or maybe Satoru was rushing - but his lips are on you as soon as your back hits the soft navy sheets of his king-sized bed. Maybe if you were in a clear state of mind you’d better appreciate the beauty of Satoru’s sleek interior décor. But right now you were only focused on the open-mouthed kisses he was leaving on your covered breasts.

“I have a feeling you’ll like me a lot less if I rip this off.” he tugs on the hem of your shirt with his teeth. 

“Duh. And you really talk too much.” you huff out in impatience and quickly discard your top while Satoru pulls off your skirt. 

He pecks you, hand reaching behind to unclasp your bra and leave you completely bare to him. “Not fair that I’m the only one naked.” your voice tinged with embarrassment as you start unbuttoning his shirt while he teases and pulls at your hardened nipples. Satoru lets you manhandle him to your liking, and manhandle him you did. 

You flip your positions so that you are straddling him, overpriced white button-up now thrown across the room. 

Holy shit, he really is a gym rat.

You kiss your way down the white happy trail on his sculpted body, squeezing his pecs and licking long stripes up his prominent abs. “Hah- yes. Please.” Satoru’s moans sound heavily, and it spurs you to make quick work removing his belt. Rivaling your impatience, he hooks a thumb under his trousers and urgently discards it. 

Yeah, definitely not compensating. 

Satoru is long, and flushed a pretty pink that matches his cheeks. His weeping tip makes the prominent vein along his length glisten in the low light. So perfect.

Mouth salivating, Satoru watches you with predatory eyes as you lean closer and closer. “Bigger than your lil’ boyfriend, huh?” he hums cockily. You roll your eyes and shut him up by spitting right on his flushed head. You kiss it slowly, relishing in the low hiss drawn from him, 

“Hngh- F-fuck, doll”. Pumping his base slowly, you take his head into your mouth. Bobbing at a steady rhythm that has Satoru’s eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Fuck. So fuckin’ good. Keep- keep going.” Satoru moans. You hum around him in a way that has his hips bucking into your mouth. You could tell - he wanted to push you down like a fucktoy and chase his high, but right now he was completely under your control.

Nails digging into his toned hips, you take his cock in further. “Yes yes yes yes. Jus’ like that.” he whines, one hand grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail and the other gripping onto the bed sheets. 

It was messy. Drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, you gag on Satoru’s length as you suck it. Suddenly, his grip on your hair has you pulling off of his cock with a pop. 

His hand moves to squish your wet lips together in a pout, “Can’t have me finish before the main course now, can we, doll?” his gravelly voice drawls. 

In a split-second, Satoru flips your position to hover over you. His hands groping and admiring every inch of skin he can see. Eventually, his fingers find their way back to your cunt, “Such a pretty pussy. All f’me.” he spreads your lips teasingly before plunging inside - two fingers easily finding the spot from before. 

Ever the multitasker, he sucks and teases your nipples, switching between the two to give them equal attention. You writhe, the pleasure from every point becoming too much. “Ah! Hngh- Satoru don’ stop” you moan out. 

He adds another finger at a relentless pace, “Satoru! S- Toru! Toru. I’m close.” your words slur together as Satoru’s name falls like a prayer from your mouth. You were still sensitive from before, so it wasn’t long before you were cumming all over Satoru’s fingers with a final mewl. 

But you two weren’t done - far from it. 

“Need you so bad, Toru.” you breathe out, half-lucidly. 

Proud smirk on his face, Satoru quickly fishes out a condom from his bedside drawer. Through the hazy aftermath of your second climax, you hear him mumble sweet reassurances to you as he rolls you over onto your stomach. 

A soft caress of his fingers at your pussy and you feel his head rubbing your folds. 

Worriedly you breathe out, “Toru- it won’t-”

“Shhh, doll. I’ll make it.” 

You whine in both pain and ecstasy as Satoru bullies his thick cock into your cunt. “Oh god. S’tight. So fucking tight.” he gasps out in pleasure, starting to move in shallow thrusts that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

His large hand pushes down on your back, making you arch into his cock, the other starts incessantly rubs desperate circles on your sensitive clit. A few tears stream down your face from the sheer overstimulation. But it felt good - so good. Your moans grow louder as the pleasure starts overtaking the pain.

“More, Toru.”

“Oh yeah?”

Satoru’s thrusts get deeper and deeper, until he finally buries his cock into you as deep as it could go. Throaty groans spilling out of his mouth, he leans over and bites you at the crook of your neck hard, still slamming into you at an intense tandem. You yelped at both the new angle and the bite which was sure to leave a lasting mark.

Now, Satoru has tolerated many types of people through clubbing, your bastard boyfriend wasn’t any different. It was when he showed a picture of you that things got interesting. 

Perfect. So perfect. You’d be better off with someone else than that smug lil’ gremlin. Like him…

And when he saw you tonight dancing like that.

Satoru had to have you.

“Bet he never fucked you like this.” His every word punctuated by a hard thrust. Shit, you didn’t even want to think about him right now. Your walls flutter around Satoru’s thick cock, throaty groans leaving him as his toned arm grabs the headboard for some stability. “Pussy fuckin’ sucking me in just right. Hah- so good.”

Feeling that very familiar coil in your abdomen, you mewl, “Toru- I’m gonna-”, face burying deeper into his luxurious bed. 

Suddenly, the friction you crave so badly halts as Satoru pulls out to flip you onto your back with a playful smack to your ass. “Fuck. Wanna look at your beautiful face as you cum.” he mutters into your ear. 

Leaning down to tug on your breasts, he looks at you with deceivingly innocent eyes as he keeps up his merciless cadence. Your arms reach around his muscled back to dig your nails into the unblemished skin. It felt so animalistic, the way his heavy balls were slapping your ass, stimulating you just right. Your hips buck up to meet Satoru’s, causing him to let out a strangled moan “Shit, doll. Pussy made jus’ for me. I’m so close.”

“M-me too.” his fingers start their abuse on your clit once more, “Hngh- Toru.” you whimper. Overstimulated and senses filled with only Satoru, you finally cum, riding it out on his deep thrusts. 

Tears stream down your face as you come for the 3rd time tonight. 

“Fuck- FUCK. Yeah, cum on my cock, doll. Jus’ like that.” he moans out as your pussy clenches down on him, finally tipping over the edge as well. 

You feel Satoru cum in hot spurts into the condom, rasping your name over and over as if it was the only word he knew. 

He collapses onto you, careful not to crush you with his full bodyweight. As you both come down from your highs, he quickly removes the condom and hugs your sweaty body closer to his. You feel more relaxed than you have in ages. Moves veiled in exhaustion, Satoru nuzzles your hickies as a lover would. 

So he was a cuddler.

Giggling at the contrast from before, you lay there in a blissed out silence almost has you falling asleep. You take the moment to appreciate just how pretty Satoru in his post-orgasmic euphoria was. Cloudy locks disheveled, and lips a wet, rosy pink. His cerulean eyes were barely keeping open as he gives innocent pecks to your lips.

The serenity is disrupted by a familiar, unpleasant cacophony of vibrations near the edge of the bed where your phone had been thrown. The fucked out little smile on Satoru’s face grows as he realizes who it is. “Gonna answer the phone, doll?” he rasps out.

You raise a brow, “Why? Wanna give him a show?” you tease, not expecting the hum of agreement from Satoru. “Why not? Show him jus’ how I fuck you right?” he cocks his head, challenging you. 

Your knee brushes up against his half-hard cock, causing a drawn-out hiss from him. His hips lightly rutting into you, you watch in satisfaction as tears spring to Satoru’s half-alert eyes. From pleasure or overstimulation? Probably both.

Well, the score was You - 1, Satoru - 3. 

Might as well try and catch up. 

Round two, you guess.

You snatch your phone before it topples off the now-untucked bedsheets. 

Naoya <3 is video calling…

Pinning Satoru down, you scoot down the bed and hand him your phone, which he gratefully takes with a mischievous smile. Positioning yourself in-between his strong legs, you gently kiss his twitching cock, now painted with spit and cum.

The delicate tears in his eyes now track down his flushed face. Satoru lets out a choked out whine, bucking his hips and smearing his cum all over your swollen lips. 

And he answers the call. 

“Where- WHAT THE FUCK???”

Happy anniversary, you jerk.

A/N. I don’t condone cheating but c’mon it’s Gojo Satoru.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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