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chuluoyi · 21 days

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only if you are up for a challenge. Naoya Zenin x f!reader in which he got her pregnant, then she left out of fear and he found her again and won't let her go :)))

when you loved me

- zen'in naoya x reader

you loved him... but you have had enough of the shit you've experienced—his arrogance, horrible family and another woman—and decided to leave him for the sake of yourself and your child

genre: angst to comfort, implied cheating, most likely ooc, honestly i almost made it a vs naoya fic with no consolation, happy ending aka naoya is decent

note: this ask... has been collecting dust in my askbox for about SIX MONTHS HAHAH, so sorry anon. i'll just leave it here and let it burn however just bc i don’t want to delete what i’ve written :’)

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"How... how could you?"

Once, you thought, you were in love with Zen'in Naoya.

Well, you couldn't deny that he had personality flaws, but deep down, at one point in your life, you still believed that he too loved you.

You stared at him through tears brimming in your eyes, and he was just there, looking at the little being in your arms with a mix of shock and... something else you couldn't name. Dismay? Disappointment? Black rage?

"Go away, Naoya," you declared through your gritted teeth, pulling the baby in your arms even closer to you, as though fearing he might do something drastic. No way in hell would you let him after what he made you go through.

His eyes twitched as he tried to hold himself back from losing it. He took a few deep breathes in order to stay composed.

“Y/N, answer me,” he growled, still with the same condescending tone you remembered nine months ago, when you resolutely decided to leave him. “Is that baby mine?”

This was absolute madness. You had driven him insane. Naoya was certain he would go feral on you after you boldly left him without a trace, and when he found you, you were cradling this baby in your arms—which he was absolutely sure, enough to bet on his life, that the little thing was also his.

The woman he loves has given birth to his child.

You had imagined all sort of scenarios in which this very event would occur. This was one of them actually.

“No,” you firmly replied, gaze hardening. “Not yours. So kindly let yourself out of my house, Naoya.”

“Absolute bullshit!” he shouted and you flinched. His sudden rise of voice also woke the poor baby in your arms.

His heart hammered inside his chest. There were many things that made a mess of his head. You running away from him. The nights of madness he went through, wondering where you were and if you were alright. And now, the fact you had his baby without him ever knowing.

“Where were you? Why did you leave— you were having my—”

Fuck, he didn’t even know if he had a son or daughter.

You tried to console your child, now tears also streaming down your cheeks too. But it was more of frustration and anger rather than fear. “Can you blame me? Zen’in Naoya, you have made my life hell!”

“Hell?” It felt like an total insult to his pride. “How—!”

“You!” you screamed at his face. “I’ve had enough of your shit! And not to mention your father—that horrible drunkard who always looks down on me and treats me as if I were some gold digger! And also the whole of your goddamn, entitled clan—they always harass me right in front of my face!”

All of this stunned him on this place. Truth to be told, he knew a little to nothing at all about what his kin had done to you.

“I don’t need your family’s wealth! I can live on my own just fine even with your bastard!” Your tirade still hadn’t ended, but you had to put your baby on her cot first and dismiss her ever growing cries because you were tired of all of this. This life. This absolute nightmare that was caused by one fatal mistake of falling in love with Zen’in Naoya.

“But what the fuck? You’re asking why I left? How dare you ask me that after what you did!”

“What did I even do?!” His denial made a blood vessel about to burst inside your brain. “You never fucking told me what my father did! If only you did, I would have—”

“Look, you don’t even acknowledge it!” You were so tired of this. You wished you could die and just end all of this mental suffering. Why did this have to happen to you out of a billion people out there?

And yet, still, ultimately, you were happy with him. Those memories of the two of you together, just idyllically spending time together, or sometimes even playfully clashing opinions— to you, they were irreplaceable.

So, that's why...

Your heart shattered at the screeching cries of your baby. But you had to slam this in Naoya’s face.

“That was the last straw—seeing you with that fucking woman, you insufferable, demented, cheating bastard!”

That string of profanities you screamed at his face made Naoya finally lost it, as he gripped you tightly and his eyes flared with pure white-hot anger. “Say that again—say that again, you—!”

A toe-curling scream ripped out of your baby and you wrenched yourself out of his grasp through sheer will. Naoya was left reeling as he watched your horrified expression, as you plucked the baby into your arms again.

“Shh, shh,” you shushed your child amidst your own quivering lips. “Mama is here… Don’t cry…”

Right at that moment, it was as if something had pierced his chest and left a gaping hole. He really had a living baby. That baby was crying because of him.

The sting of the anger was still there, but now guilt started to overpower it as he regained his cool somewhat. “Is that a—” his breath hitched. He had to know. At the very, very least he had to know.

You didn’t immediately answer. You were still absolutely heartbroken by how it all turned out. But above all else, you could no longer deny him of his own child.

“A girl,” you sniffled.

A daughter. A daughter— in the one split second after knowing that, Naoya made the quickest decision of his life.

“Come back. Live with me,” he said, resolute. “You’re the mother of my child—I won’t let anyone lay their hand on you again. You have my word.”

Women are pain in the ass. That was what he used to think. Until you. Not when it's you. It astounded even himself how the sight of you like this was enough to drive knives into his chest.

“Look, that’s not it,” your tears were now falling free and fast, unable to hold it back longer. “How can you ask me that—when you went behind my back with another woman? Naoya, I love you—loved you. But isn’t this too cruel? How can you do this to me?”

“What woman are you talking about?” He tried to compose himself, but your accusation of him with someone whose existence he didn’t even know was getting in his nerves. “I have never been unfaithful to you! I know we don't always agree to things, but do you really think that low of me?”

“Evidently, I saw you with her. Your father made it a point that she’s your next plaything—or possibly even, fiancée!”

There was a memory that sprung into his head when you mentioned that. He recalled that vain, stupid woman, and he definitely remembered telling his father that he refused her. It wasn’t long before you disappeared.

Now everything clicked.

“Listen to me,” Naoya started, jaw clenching. “Whatever my father told you—those are all lies. I turned her down right there and then. I wouldn’t do that to you. You know that. You should have known that.”

Sobs wrecked your body and soul at this point. You knew where your place was. Zen’in Naoya was a man outside your league, his family made it so clear to you that you were nothing but dirt in their eyes. And perhaps that was why, back then, you chose to protect yourself and left him, believing he was capable of that too.

And now before you, you could see the man you loved once again.

“Come back to me.” His gaze burned you. “This time, for sure, I won’t let anyone touch you— I won’t let them even say a word about you! I will marry you, and we will raise our daughter together.”

“I… I don’t want to live there, Naoya…” you sobbed. You hated that place. Like hell would you have your pride stomped and deceived again.

“Alright, if that’s what you want. We won’t live there. You won’t have to see any of their faces again.”

Gazing into your face, marked by trails of tears, he finally, finally felt his heart break. And he thought, that in front of him now was the only woman who could upturn his whole trajectory.

“Just… come back. To me. I will take care of you. I swear it.”

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satoruwiki · 3 months

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How about first time virginity loss (reader) drabbles or headcanons for choso, gojo, sukuna and naoya? Maybe? Pleeaase

no 👺 jk here you go love <3

ε ❤︎ з CHERRY POPPING! ᡴꪫ

MINORS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DNI!!

content: nsfw; smut; jjk men hcs; drabbles? more like oneshots lmao; loss of virginity; afab!reader; fem!reader; fingering; cunnilingus; p in v sex; unprotected sex (oops)

n/a: i felt lwk awkward writing these bc i didn’t really know how to write sukuna and naoya without being traumatic, so i tried my best to make it ‘readable’. also the reader insert may be awkward too so sorry abt that. took me a while write this so give it much love pls! these are my hcs! feel free to agree or disagree :b as well as english isn’t my first language and im still a rookie at writing so bear with me please! any request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated

CHOSO & GOJO w.c: 1k

The type to talk to you and ask you how you feel throughout the process. Will definitely ensure you’re okay and enjoying it as much as they do. They’ll talk to you sweetly and praise you for taking it so well. Cute aftercare.

“How does it feel?” He asks, his thumb gathering up the slick dripping out of your pussy to your sensitive clit, rubbing it in gentle circular motions. You moan quietly and nod, angling your hips for more of his touch. “Good,” you sigh, holding onto his bicep as you keep eye contact with him, your chest heaving at every heavy breath you take. He smiles softly and leans to kiss you again, his lips weaving against yours while his free hand reaches to cup your breast and gently plays with your nipple. You moan into the kiss, parting your lips slightly open to allow his tongue to slip inside. Satoru kept rubbing your swollen clit as he pushed one finger into your clamping walls. You winced at the strange sensation of his finger suddenly intruding inside your virgin cunt, making him immediately stop and pull his finger out. “Are you alright?” He asks, his eyes portraying concern.

“Y-yeah! It’s just that it felt kinda weird,” you reassure him. “You can keep going if you want…” you added embarrassed he stopped because of you, feeling your face growing hot.

He chuckled lightly and pressed a chaste kiss on your lips to soothe you. “Okay, I just want to make sure you’re okay. If you feel it’s too much we can stop anytime, alright?” He says, bringing his hand to caress your cheek, you nod once again unknowingly leaning to rest on it, feeling your heart flutter and comforted with him. He then buries his face into your neck, dropping soft kisses onto your skin, nipping and sucking the area until it bruises. “You’re so pretty,” he mutters as he presses his lips on the side of your neck, his warm breath hitting your skin and sending shivers throughout your body.

You whimper, your back arching off the bed as he reinserts his finger inside you, pumping in and out slowly. The act at first feels uncomfortable and strange. But the pleasure gradually takes place as his words of praise and the way he adores your body have you moaning his name. He laps a long stroke along your neck as he pumps another finger inside your gummy walls, curving them upwards to reach that sweet spot that has you curling your toes and writhing underneath him. You feel your legs shake and weaken, the knot you felt in your lower body tightening and your walls spasming around his drenched fingers of your arousal.

Unexpectedly, he pulls his fingers out of you, having you whine at the sudden emptiness inside your aching pussy, begging for release. He giggles at your reaction, bringing his drenched fingers to his mouth, licking them clean of your slick. You gasped, speechless by the obscenity of the action. Despite its lewdness, you couldn't help but feel your lower part throb, having you swallow your saliva thickly.

He positioned himself between your legs, placing his fat tip between your folds and rubbing it upwards to gather as much slickness as he could, coating his cock from your arousal. The tip of his cock brushed against your swollen clit, making you moan and grip the bedsheets underneath you in anticipation. He gave himself a few languid tugs, smearing his pre and your slick across his length and guiding his cockhead onto your wetness.

You bit your lip, feeling your nerves on edge which he seemed to notice, as he reached to hold your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"I'm gonna go slow, okay? Tell me if it hurts too much and I'll stop," he tells you, waiting for you to give him the green light. Once you nodded, he pushed in slowly, inch by inch. He was being extra careful with you, as if scared to hurt you in any way. You hissed and shut your eyes firmly, feeling a hint of pain as his girth stretched you out. You squeezed his hand and clenched your other hand into a fist until your knuckles turned white. With your heartbeat pounding in your ears, you whimpered adjusting to his size.

He stopped midway, kissing your tears away with tenderness. "You're doing great. Relax and take deep breaths, okay?" he cooed, peppering kisses around your face, distracting you momentarily from the pain as he pushed until he was finally fully sheathed inside of you.

Once you felt somewhat at ease, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he started setting up a pace, his dick massaging your inner walls slowly. You sunk your moans into a passionate kiss, your lips against his silken smooth lips. His hands tenderly roamed across your skin, one finally resting on your waist to steady his languid thrusts inside you.

"You feel so good, taking me in so well," he purred, his mouth reaching down to your chest and taking one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and nipping at your pebbled flesh. You whined, digging your nails into his back muscles, the fire in your abdomen having you arching your back so beautifully, you felt a type of pleasure different from any you had experienced before, it had you dazed and lightheaded.

"You like that?" he asked, his breath heavying as he pistoned inside you. You whined, feeling the coiling tension in your womb about to snap and nodded. "Yes," you hissed repeatedly, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes. His pounds became more erratic as he chased his release. "F-fuck you're so tight, so good f'me," he panted, biting his bottom lip to hold his lewd sounds from coming out. With his name on your lips, you shuddered underneath him, coming undone as your vision became blurry and your guts tightened. His thrusts became sloppier as your walls spasmed around him, making him throw his head back in ecstasy and let out a guttural groan. He rolled his hips until he thrust one last time, going still as his warm cum painted your insides.

Careful to not crush you, he pulled out and slumped to your side, his chest heaving in exhaustion.

"How'd it feel?" He asked steadying his breath as he beckoned you to come closer. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest glistening in sweat. "Good, really good," you hummed, struggling to keep your eyes open. "Glad you liked it," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let's clean ourselves then we can go to sleep, yeah?"

SUKUNA & NAOYA

w.c: 1.1k

Minor praising, just to make you feel slightly better (a little backhanded). The type to say “quit whining, you’ll like it”. Will take all of his willpower to not thrust all at once, and they won’t, just because they take you into consideration. Definitely the type to feel pride in ‘taking away’ your innocence.

"Ah! It's too much! Too much!" You cried out, gripping the bedsheets tightly until your knuckles turned white. You tried to scoot your hips away, your movements being immediately halted by a firm grip, pulling you back to your original position close to his relentless tongue. "Quit whining. You'll get used to it and like it. Soon you'll be begging for more," he said, spanking the side of your asscheek as a reprimand. You squealed as he went back down lapping at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You huffed, your hips jolting at each flick his tongue did.

Your nerves were on fire. You moaned his name like it was a mantra to you. His fingers were knuckles deep into you as he sucked on your puffy lips and stroked your abused clit in circular motions. "Fuck, you're squeezing on me so tight and I haven't put in my dick yet," he teased, gaining a whine of embarrassment from you. His thick fingers scissored inside your heat, making you whimper. You felt close to reaching ecstasy.

"W-wait! I think I'm going to I'm-" Your words were cut short by a loud moan after he sucked harshly on your clit, making you see stars. Your hips jerked as you made a gushing mess on him and the bedsheets, waves overtaking you. He rode you through your orgasm, eating you out like a starved man.

"So you're a squirter, huh?" he hummed, his lips glistening in your arousal. Your legs weakened and quivered, you were in a dazed state as you gathered your breath. "How did that feel? Good?" He asked, getting up closer to your face. You nodded weakly, staring at him through lidded eyes. You swallowed thickly. "Yeah," you sighed.

"Good," he hummed, pulling you for a sloppy kiss, the taste of your cum still in his mouth. His tongue brushed against your lips, asking for permission to enter. You moaned into the kiss, parting your lips open to let his tongue in. The kiss was so heated, barely allowing you to gather your breath and making you feel lightheaded.

He pulled away and got a hold of your legs, parting them wider open. He let a thread of spit fall onto his cock, lubing himself up with spit and his precum. He pressed his tip into your cunt, pressing on it in and out, deliberately teasing you. “How bad do you need it?” He asked, a mischievous grin drawn on his face, taking pleasure in taunting you and hearing your little needy whines. “Don’t tease me like that,” you whined pleadingly.

“Say how bad you want my cock stuffing this pretty little pussy and I’ll stop,” he said, the pad of his thumb rubbing your swollen clit just to tease you more. “Please, I want it real bad. I need it,” you whimpered, your toes curling at the stimulation.

“Alright,” he chortled lightly, about to push the tip inside, but before he could keep further, you stopped him with your hand on his abdomen. "Please be gentle," you said, your eyes pleading mercy to him.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, seemingly offended by your words. "Of course, Imma be nice. What kind of monster do you think I am?" he said with a sneer. You held back your inner thoughts, not wanting to put him in a bad mood and laid back on the bed, biting your lower lip as he pushed inside you slowly. He halted midway, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "Fuck, take deep breaths, angel. I can't keep moving if you're squeezing me so tightly," he grunted, the pad of his thumbs rubbing your inner thighs to soothe you.

You let out a pained moan and panted, trying to follow his words as you adjusted to his size. You reached out for his hand, locking your fingers with his as you got used to him inside you. Once he felt he could move a little more, he pushed deeper inside your virgin pussy, making you gasp at the fullness inside your heat. You winced at the hint of pain, "so big", you whimpered, a few tears brimming from your eyes. He chuckled and gave your hand a light squeeze. "I know baby, I know," he said with a hint of pride in his voice.

Once you thought you were ready, you nodded, giving the green light to start moving inside you. He rolled his hips against yours lazily, his hand leaving your hand to cup your tit and play with your nipple, pinching it and flicking the hardened peak. The pain was soon replaced by pleasure and breathy moans were coming out of you. Your skin felt hot and burned under the pad of his fingers, you were losing your composure as his cock kept massaging your walls.

"Shit, so tight. So tight and pure for me," he groaned, his pace getting quicker and deeper, the sound of his hefty balls striking your ass filling out the room. "You like that? You like being fucked by this dick?" He hissed into your ear, nipping on your earlobe as he pounded your cunt.

You dug your nails on his skin, gaining a grunt from him. He angled your hips to reach deeper into your tight pussy, his cockhead kissing your cervix and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You nodded, tears brimming from your eyes as he fucked you dumb. "Say it, I want to hear you," he growled, his teeth marking your skin with bruises across your neck and collarbone. You whimpered, overwhelmed and overstimulated by his thumb that had resumed rubbing your abused clit, feeling your walls flutter and squeeze his girth tightly, announcing your release that threatened to snap at any moment.

"I- I like it!" You cried out, your guts tightening begging to cum. It took a few deep thrusts for you to scream out his name, gushing and soaking his happy trail with your translucent fluids.

He grunted, your pussy squeezed him so tight it made it difficult for him to move. He could've sworn he was on the edge of cumming as so as you did.

"Fuck I love this pussy," he moaned as he kept on pumping in and out of your cunt, his pace sloppy and desperate to fill you up with his cum. He lolled out his tongue, thrusting one last time deep into your wetness, spilling his thick load inside. He pulled out, his cum dripping out of you down to your ass as he did so. Your fucked out sight with his seed spilling out of you made his cock twitch, perhaps once you'd come down from your high he could stuff you again with his dick.

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lightlycareless · 5 days

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omgggg, that Toji x reader (*plus* Naoya) was incredibleee, ignore me if you want, I know you made Toji chosing to keep distance from reader and Megumi permanently BUT what if one day he ends up finally seeing Megumi, either personally or by pictures/videos 🥺 We know Megumi it's the spitted image of him, I mean, Gojo's face when he saw him for the first time said it all 😅 And also knowing his baby has the Ten Shadows technique (I cant stop thinking about how proud he was in the canon manga/anime 🥺 he always KNEW from the start Megumi was blessed/gifted, since his first breath, the fact Toji named him is not random) making the entire Zenin clan eat their shit

Heya anon!!

I'm so glad you liked it heheheheheheh a oneshot that I didn't intend to write but it just happened!! aren't we glad it did? lol

I didn't mean to ignore you, I was only focusing on other things first 😅 oof, I still have lots of request to go through, which I plan to do it slowly but surely...

Anyways, I might've not gone down that route, however... why not something angsty? I mean 😏I've had this in my mind so... yeah 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Warnings: mentions of infidelity. Pregnancy. Naoya is, unfortunately, a prick. this is the oneshot anon is talking about. 100% read that first hehe. this is an AU from that, so the second part doesn't count??? I guess. excuse the proofreading. also I haven't written toji that much so please excuse my oocness as well ahahahahha :')

Happy reading!

As much as the three hoped to ignore the bases of your pregnancy, behave as it didn’t rise from an adulterous act, a direct transgression to the principles of the Zen’in, and keep it a secret, it wouldn’t take long before the guilt in each other’s mind began to weight heavy on their mind, ultimately betraying them and revealing the truth to the light, excusing the angered elders to finally get rid of two birds with one stone.

“Where—Where does this accusation even come from?!” You gasp, blood turning cold at the implication—at the notion of the truth. “Do you know the gravity of such words?!”

“Better than you of the act, it seems.” Another accuses. “We were quite aware of the rumors surrounding your ill-fitting behavior, but we never believed it would actually extend to this point!”

“I—I won’t tolerate neither of you disrespecting me!” you cry. “Nor will Naoya for that matter!”

But calling for his aid would no longer prove sufficient, for Naoya, too deep in his own insecurities by that point, had come to the disheartening conclusion that this situation had gotten way out of hand for a simple diversion.

A supposed act of mercy.

He shouldn’t have let this happen in the first place, should’ve respected what you and your marriage represented, what meant to him, and discard his pity for Toji—the man has been alone most of his life, what difference would that make that now?

But he didn’t, he allowed you to go to Toji—no, he handed you over to him, thinking he was doing something right for his cousin, or perhaps something deep inside him was allured by the sick idea of you being with another man and now, he was suffering the consequences.

Consequences he did not like, not one bit—because it got too real for him: you were now pregnant, with Toji’s child, and not his.

And this only highlighted what he considered the pitfalls of this relationship, a strike against his ego and the supposed inability to beget children, a rumor that grew bigger and bigger by each passing day, spreading like wildfire to the point where even outsiders became aware of it.

Which, for a prideful man like Naoya, was only a nightmare.

He loved you, he really did—Naoya never envisioned spending the rest of his life with anyone else…

But he loved his pride more, and when his clan began to actively confront him about it, he couldn’t take it anymore.

And thus….

“…Naoya?”

“This marriage was broken before it even started.” Your husband would say, unexpected words that pierced straight to your heart. “My family advised me well in avoiding you, but I falsely believed I could achieve differently.”

“What—what are you even saying?” you breathe. “What do you mean by—by differently?”

And… where does everything you lived with him stand?

The time you spent with him, the sweet nothings he’d whisper into your ear, to love you both swore to one another, reminding each other that there was no one else that compares…

And that you were the only woman who has ever made him feel this way—loved— and would do everything in the world to make happy…

Was it… all … a lie?

All for… nothing?

Or were you the only one that actually believed the other’s words?

“I cannot look past these transgressions.” Naoya continues. “You’ve left me no choice.”

“But you—you made me do this!” you gasp. “I never—I never wanted to be with anyone else! All this time, my heart only belonged to you! How could you—how could you abandon me after all we’ve gone through together?!”

Naoya doesn’t say anything else anymore, instead, he simply turns around, exiting the room to leave you in the hands of the vengeful elders who did not hesitate to do what they had long desired—banish you from the estate.

Swiftly yet cruelly, you wouldn’t be able to take anything with you, not even a change of clothes or even money (you didn’t even ask for much, just enough to survive the week) as you were forced to face a new life of your own—alone, pregnant.

Going back to your family was also out of the question; the shame that you’d bring upon their name was one the Zen’in didn’t not waste time to remind them of—at the end, there was only so much your father and siblings could do against the invasive ways of the elders, and perhaps, a part of them deep inside, were also disappointed that you’ve succumbed to such foul thing.

And so, you were tossed onto the street, with nothing more than the clothes you were wearing, whatever you had for savings throughout the years, managed to take it out before either clan could close your account—but most importantly, with a broken heart you believe will never heal, not after the grave wound your husband’s indifference inflicted on it.

The pain you couldn’t even mourn properly due to all the things you had to worry about now.

The first thing you did was search for a place to stay, though getting one was proving to be an almost impossible task.

Thankfully, you were allowed to keep one other thing, maybe it eluded their minds when all this was happening, but you’re not going to question why when it was going to help you pay for a roof.

Naoya’s ring, your wedding ring, was something many would consider expensive, the kind of flashiness expected from a prestigious family like the Zen’in.

You remember a time when any kind of ring would’ve been enough for you to marry him. You didn’t need anything extraordinary to commit your life and heart to him.

That’s nothing but a far cry from what you felt now.

It still hurt to pawn it, but it was the only way you could accommodate yourself and the unborn child inside you, in the only area you could afford with what you got, for even then many suspected that your ring… well, had dubious origins.

When was the last time you even had to worry about the costs of living? Food, clothes, water…?

Many years—it had to; ever since you got together with Naoya, he’s been the one that took care of you.

You just had to say the word and he’d disappear all of your worries—even from the simplest of wants, Naoya indulgingly obliged.

It was a happy life you eventually considered for your child—imagining how happy they’d grow to be without a single worry, solely focusing on what they’ll have to play that day, or how to escape their over doting parents.

A long-gone dream, tossed to the side as a nightmare quickly took its place.

…

Did Naoya ever mean the words I love you?

Or was he doing all this just to keep you there, complying, just in case someone better came along, just like his clan wished would happen?

There mere thought of his devotion being nothing but an act tightens your heart with sorrow once more, gifting you the tragic notion that perhaps, all this time, you never knew your husband…

Maybe ex-husband, by this point.

All that was left from those moments, the slightest semblance of that marriage was this baby, created from what you thought your unconditional devotion to him, turning out to be your very own downfall.

The only one that would know of these struggles would be your baby, the one to accompany you through the darkest point of your life, hopefully to a brigther dawn.

And yet… you’ve never felt so alone.

Time surprisingly, went quicker than you anticipated, though not as easy as you would’ve wanted.

Life in your new home was still very difficult to get used to, even when it’s been months since… that.

But with the job you managed to get (whatever place hired pregnant women—they’re supposed to be at home, some would say, you didn’t care.) and some extra jujutsu work you did on the side, you managed, enough to give you a, not exactly comfortable, but just enough lifestyle.

As long as you sacrificed all the things you once considered granted and turned them into luxuries: such as warm showers, take out, and the sweets you liked to indulge once in a while; your pregnancy has been horrible because of that, and that’s without considering the medical bills you’re struggling to pay as well.

But if that wasn’t enough, your noisy neighbors presented issues of their own as well.

You’re not going to deny that your presence there was like moths to a flame, starting from your somewhat suspicious acquisition—all cash—of the small house you were living in.

From there, your loneliness, alongside your pregnancy; single mothers were unheard of, or rather, highly criticized, thus, all eyes were on you, down to your smallest movement.

Yet, even then, as annoying as they were, you were ok as long as it meant you never get to see those that hurt you ever again.

However, what you want isn’t necessarily what’s going to happen, and that would be reminded of one fateful night with an unsuspecting knock, just after you were getting ready to go to bed.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone came to bother you, but it would be the first time someone did so at this hour, and with such insistence that far from worrying you, it made you angrily storm at the entrance, ready to demand who’d be so inconsiderate enough to visit you so late at night!

And you’d get your answer soon enough, in the most shocking, horrifying, if not sorrowful manner you could’ve possibly anticipated, prompting you to close the door as soon as you saw his face, or attempted to, his reflexes much faster than yours.

“Get—get away from me!” you shrieked, hands trembling as you did your best to hold the door shut against his overwhelming strength— but even your husband has admitted that in terms of power, he excels like no one else.

“Y/N—” he breathes, somewhat amused that you’d been able to hold him off as much as you could, though eventually he was able to break free from your grasp and enter your home, you step away from him soon after.

“What are you even doing here?!” you gasp. “No—that doesn’t matter! I don’t want to see you! I’m not going back!”

“I’m not here to take you back” He quickly responds, eyes falling down to your stomach, making his face soften at the subtle bump evident through your clothes—with this sight, he knows he can’t take you back.

“Then—then why are you here, Toji?”

Perhaps Toji needed to see through his own eyes, what the whispers went on about at the estate regarding your absence.

He wasn’t there when it happened, promised himself to be far away from you as soon as your pregnancy was announced to the estate.

Toji would’ve normally taken this opportunity to act on retribution against his family, rub it on their face that the future of the clan came from him, a low life.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do so when you cheerfully paraded around the halls, happy to finally be forming a family with your beloved husband, even though it wasn’t of his making.

For the first time in his life, he thought himself to be too cruel for having planned such atrocities against the only person that has never been rude with him, always welcoming him with a smile on your face, or at least whatever you permitted when not following Naoya around like a lost puppy.

And the baby… well, he won’t deny that he was glad that his child would have a vastly different life from his—with you as his mother, it couldn’t be any other way.

Or so he believed.

Even when promising to keep away, he still attempted to check in on you, especially now that you were pregnant, whenever he had to go to the estate that is. That day was no be no exception, begrudgingly coming back to see what else he could scam out of his family to ensure his living outside.

Toji’s slyly scanned the hallways for your figure, the briefest indication of such, either through your giggle, staff, or even his cousin’s annoying voice—there were moments where he imagined how delightful it must’ve been to have you by his side, instead of Naoya’s; to be receiver of your laughter instead of that man who clearly didn’t deserve you.

But even if it was with him, he still found comfort in the fact that you were around, there.

Not like now, gone from Naoya’s side.

In fact, you were nowhere to be seen! Not with your staff, not eating by the gardens, or even indulging in one of your husband’s idiocies.

Nothing.

And no one had seen you either.

Or more like didn’t want to say, that much became evident when he stomped his way towards a nearby staff member, demanding your whereabouts, only to be responded with a fret falsely feigning ignorance, or foolish diplomacy.

At the prospect of your disappearance, Toji felt his blood run cold, almost like the estate lost whatever little warmth it had, worsening each time he asked another servant, and he’d get the same answer.

The implications behind your absence were growing heavier in his mind, to the point it sunk his heart to his stomach…

And propelled him to the one person who would undoubtedly know where you were.

“Naoya—Where is Y/N?!” Toji commands the moment he sees the heir, the young man instinctively flinched at the sight of his angered cousin, almost as if he knew what was running through his mind and attempted to make a run for it, only to be stopped by the collar, dead on his tracks. “Do not run away, coward! Answer me!”

“She’s—she’s not here anymore.” Is what Naoya manages to squeak, but Toji doesn’t need to be reminded the obvious.

“Where. Is. She.” He hisses, the worst of his assumptions slowly becoming a reality. “What have you done to her?!”

“What—what needed to be done!” Naoya gasps. “I—I couldn’t allow it!”

Toji doesn’t remember much after Naoya told him that the clan decided she was better off on her own—only that the heir was on the floor, bloodied and whimpering while attempting to cover his face, either trying to control the throbbing of his skin, the blood from spilling anywhere else, or perhaps even shame.

No. It couldn’t be the last. To have done something like what he did required a shameless man to do so.

Nonetheless Toji didn’t bother to find out nor to be reprimanded, quick to assert what needed to be done and heading out the estate; he couldn’t even bother cursing those that had done nothing but the worst after the worst, each time a new low, for his mind solely pertained in finding you.

It took him a while to do so, as expected, but he knew it was only a matter of asking around for a woman that simply didn’t fit to do the job—and such, here he is now.

“I want—needed to see you.” Toji takes a step closer.

“Get—get away from me.”

“No, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“You were fine doing that before—what’s so different from now?” You spat.

“This is different, Y/N. You’re alone—and you need me.”

“I’m not alone—I don’t need you.” You gasp. “Get away from me or I’ll—I’ll call the police!.”

“If you don’t need me, then the baby does.”

It’s like he struck a nerve with his words, because soon after tears would begin to fall down your cheeks, revealing that the sight you attempted to portray, the strength you so fiercely put up against him, was nothing but a façade, a way to hide the fact that indeed, you needed help.

Exhausted from facing all these uncertainties on your own, afraid.

But not anymore, not when Toji was here, more than willing to step in, as seen in the way he swiftly holds you in his arms when he sees you almost faint from distress, attempting to comfort you as you continued to cry.

“Get— get away from me…!” you’d say again, still fighting against his hold. However, he doesn’t fight it, he simply allows you to vent, taking in all the pain and hatred your heart harbored from the moment you were kicked out of the estate. “Don’t touch me!”

“I’m not leaving” Toji insists, he feels you trying to squirm your way out from him, but his strength doesn’t allow it. “You can struggle all you want, but I’m not leaving you on your own—”

“What difference does it make to you? Your family abandoned me to my luck! And even forced my family to do the same!” you breathe, Toji’s eyes widen—he did not know that; his fury for the Zen’in grows, but this is not the time to deal with that. “They don’t care if I die on the street!”

“I know.” He murmurs, holding you tighter against him.

“And I—And I tried my best to—to move on, but I can’t! I can’t do it!” you sob. “I’m so alone, and scared, and—and ashamed! I don’t want to live like this anymore!! I don’t want to die!”

“…I know.”

“Why—why is this happening to me?! All I ever wanted was for—was for Naoya to love me. I never wanted anything else! I never wanted money, I never wanted to hurt anyone either! I just—I just wanted to live a happy life with him, to make him happy!

But then he—he tossed me away, at one thing he didn’t like, he acted like I didn’t even matter! He didn’t even put up a fight to defend me! he just—he just let them hurt me, like what we had was—a lie!

Did he never—did he even love me?”

Speechless, all Toji could do is continue holding you as you kept on pouring out your feelings, hearing the heart wrenching sound of your sobs that just kept reflecting how wounded you were by Naoya’s betrayal, the transgressions of his family, and the disappointment of yours.

And all because of something you didn’t even suggest in the first place. It was him who made his way into Naoya’s mind, and eventually, it was Naoya who pushed you into it, regardless of what happened later.

He wanted to do it; you know?

He wanted to go back there and murder them for all they’d done against you.

But when he left that place one last time, he promised he would stop thinking about himself, and start doing what is right—what was needed.

If Naoya wasn’t to step up and be a man, then he would.

Toji would gladly throw away his own pride, his own anger and thirst for vengeance, just to see you safe and happy once more.

Things your husband, could simply not—but he… he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“I promise you.” Toji would reassure you once carefully placing you down to the bed after tiring yourself from crying, followed by a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“I swear, Y/N— I will not let my family do the same things they’ve done to me to our child. Even if it costs me my life, I will do everything in my power to keep the two of you safe.”

And unlike your husband, he means it.

Yes, a second part is coming :) just gotta put this one out first hehe.

Anyways, it's not exactly what you asked but I think it's going there??? I mean Toji STEPPED UP and was like OK imma take care of my baby mama. also, here Naoya .I. put it where it fits. ugh, can't say we're done with him...

agihajkgksa I'm excited for what's to come, I haven't written this level of angst in a while!! oof!!!

Thank you so much for your patience and for sending this ask :> I'm super happy you've like my oneshot so much!! I hope you'll be able to like this too!!

Take care, and see you soon! ❤️❤️

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chosopie · 24 days

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TAMING SESSION - NAOYA ZENIN

cw: dub-con, pegging, spanking, orgasm denial, spitting

A pretty boy like Naoya needs to learn to shut his mouth most of the time.

You were sent by your group to recruit Naoya Zenin in hopes to have him help with your plans to save Gojo amidst the Culling Games.

Your cursed technique? Bondage. It often came in handy, making it easier to get a hold of curses and quickly finish them off which lead to you being overworked. Every mission, you just had to be there to accompany someone.

For your current mission, they sent you alone. This meant you had room to use your own means to get Naoya on board with you guys.

“You dirty whore! Let go of me,” Naoya spat at you. He was lying on his back, with a humiliated and enraged face that amused you. His face burned red with anger, while his body struggled to move around the tight ribbons that glowed with energy.

“I told you, you need to cooperate,” you clicked your tongue.

“Like hell I’d ever listen to a lowly girl like you.”

“Lowly? I’m not the one on the ground all tied up,” you giggled and crossed your arms. “I think I get to make the conditions here.”

You approached him, pulling on his collar to bring his face close to yours. “I need you to help us.”

“You need me that bad?” He grinned, his face swelled with pride and smugness.

“Well… you were our last option.”

“When I get out of this, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you and leave you in a gnarly state. No man would ever want you after that. Girls like you deserve to be locked away in their homes,” Naoya threatened, his eyes glistened with with but beneath that facade, all you saw was a childish and insecure brat who was scared of having his ego shattered by a woman.

He truly was an annoying bitch.

Those were his last words before you discarded his pants to ride his leaking cock.

“If you hate women like me that much, then why are you so hard, Naoya,” you flashed him a smile, your face was flushed red from the pleasure of his dick hitting a particular spot in your walls over and over again as you bounced on him.

“Get off. You don’t deserve this cock,” he panted, his chest heaving as his cock continued to violently twitch inside you.

You moaned, your hands exploring his body as you continued to grind and move up and down, his slippery dick occasionally sliding out and rubbing your labia.

“Hah— let me go!” Naoya pathetically whined, his face evidently flustered. At this point, he couldn’t control himself any longer. He was full-on bucking his eager cock into you.

“Enjoying this?” He shook his head.

The way his dick reacted to your clenching pussy and how it quivered was enough to tell you about how close he was. His face contorted when you sped up, his restrained body shook with pleasure and denial. His stubborn mind knew he shouldn't be enjoying this but his body said otherwise.

Just when Naoya was about to cum, you got off him in an instant, leaving him and his cock frustrated and needy. His swollen cock was covered in your slick and his pre-cum, a white glaze all over his red tip.

"You're fucking evil," he groaned.

"You wanted to cum that bad?"

He didn't reply, whatever remained of his dignity keeping his mouth shut tight.

"Oh, I'll make you cum in another way."

You whipped out your strap and his eyes widened in shock and terror. His jaw hung open as he struggled to find the words to react to what he had just saw.

“Well, that finally got you to shut up,” you chuckled.

You fucked Naoya's tight little hole so hard, he started moaning so loud it started coming off as screams. His eyes were fully rolled back while his dick angrily twitched from the newfound pleasure. Seeing this, you couldn’t resist grabbing a hold of it. You started aggressively stroking his dick while stimulating his g-spot. There were tiny beads of cum leaking out together with his pre. He was getting close again, but you weren’t going to make him cum until you hear him agree to help your friends.

"Fuck, fuck!" He groaned and whimpered.

You spanked him, leaving his ass cheeks red and bruised.

"Please, I'm so fucking close!"

"Need to hear you say the words," you whispered to his ear while thrusting into him even harder, pushing the silicone dick further into his ass.

"What?" He panted.

How cute. You had already fucked him dumb, making him forget what the whole thing was even about.

You pulled out, "forgot already?"

Naoya whined, "Just hurry up and make me finish already."

"Say it."

"Please! I'll help you."

"Agh-" his body suddenly jolted when you pushed the silicone back in. He backed up on you, pressing his ass onto your hips until every inch of the dick complete disappears into his hole.

"You needy bitch," you spat onto his back.

You fully exerted yourself, thrusting harder and faster while your hand pumped his dick. Naoya was a moaning mess. There was drool running down his chin and his back was fully arched. He got even more louder, his dick furiously leaking onto your hand.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Cumming, ahhh-" Naoya mewled.

"That's it," you smirked, knowing your mission was successful.

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noritoshiikamo · 2 years

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Naoya who’s secretly in love with his wife but he’s always a little mean to her so he knocks her up to secure their marriage👀

& yes i am horny

cw manipulative naoya, reproductive coercion

he would never said.

not even with a gun to his head, he will never reveal his deepest secret. the enjoyment he had in the little 30 minutes he had pinned you down on the bed. nose buried in your head, hands palming your bare chest, listening to weak, soft whimpers as his hip slammed harsh against your own. cock prodding the thin resistance of your cervix, the aching feeling of a bruise forming almost a bliss more than pain to you. you were used to it. it was the only moment he could be true to you without exposing himself. confusing your head with the softness of his lips against your skin while raking your sensitive walls. every whimpers of his name rolling out of your tongue begging for him to slow down were only making his cock twitched.

he could only tell you how much he loved you when his cock is molded around your cunt.

deep in the corner of his heart, he felt bad. trying to reason his mistakes with an excuse of he was just doing it for you. you were too innocent for the world. there were just too many bad, manipulative men in the world he would rather it be him than any one else. he knew how much doses of the fertility herbs he could coax you to drink in a day as disguise of a simple plain tea. watching intently as you swallowed the bitter tea down, threatening punishment if a drop ever spilt. his eyes stared down on your throat, watching you swallowed it down before squeezing your cheeks apart. tingles down his spine as your tongue rolled out to present your empty mouth. he inched his lips closed to your ears, warm breath tickling it.

“that’s a good girl.”

your body shuddered.

switching your birth control with a constant stream of placebos were easy. you though you got the long end of the stick; naoya made it happened. only he and the housekeepers had access to the pills. what do the housekeepers know about pills anyway; they all looked the same. the faux safeness you felt as you swallowed the pills down eyes burned on him almost made him laugh.

“you’re foolish. you’re just a pretty little lamb. numb, dumb the moment my cock entered your little hole.”

it was hard to reply, your head thoughts of all these snarky remarks but your throat could only gargled strings of slurred moans with his palm around the column of your neck. he wanted to see you, tossing you on the bed before crawling over you. your legs held apart by his own, cock slipping through the soaking slit so easily. god, how he loves the way your face contorted in pleasure. he hated how vocal a woman is on bed, the begs and moans sounded like a shrill to his ears but from you, it was all melodious. he wants to know how good he making you feel, how begging will only make him obeyed your requests better. he swallowed the lump in his throat as he inched closer to his edge.

you don’t know how much power you have over him.

“nao-” you choked, eyes widened as his lips laid agains your own. his kiss were different. your fingers dug into his shoulder, crescents shaped dents bound to left its mark on his back. he wore his scars with pride, sparring half naked with a fresh nail marks all over his back were something you couldn’t put a reason to why you found it hot. maybe you were as insane as him. who would ever love someone as annoying as him?

you would.

“keep it all in,” he grunted, “not a fucking spill.”

you nodded. his threats were green in your head as you nodded pathetically, eyes glinting in excitement as your own knots started to tense. “what? i can’t hear you, did my cock make you dumb already?” he scoffed, clenching your jaws in a hard grip.

“y-yes naoya, please.”

naoya promised, he did feel an ounce of guilt. partially wasn’t because you did beg for it. how can he not filled up his pretty little wife when she begs for his cum? leaning against the bathroom door arms around his chest. you couldn’t move, glued to the floor, eyes staring down on the pee soaked stick. it was your third, all showing a positive mark. you shook your head. this can’t be happening.

“what did you do?” your voice trembled.

“nothing you’ll understand,” he voiced sternly. he knew what he was doing. you are forever his before and now, it sealed it. you’ll learn to love the baby just like how he had learned to love you. even if it takes years, he will wait.

you did promise him until death do you apart.

and he’s keeping it.

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komorim · 1 year

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something more

-> naoya x f!reader (kamo!reader)

[ synopsis. ] naoya had a reputation for being misogynistic, and he certainly didn’t believe that he would ever fall in love with the disgusting creatures called women. the only one worthy of his attention was the strongest female sorcerer, a woman who was nearing in skill to gojo satoru himself. yet the attention doesn’t mean he would treat you any better. but he wished he did.

[ content warnings. ] manga spoilers. misogyny. kidnapping. heavy angst. character death. mentions of child abuse. mentions of suicide. mentions of murder. mentions of attempted murder. mentions of torture. mentions of inhumane experiments. mentions of disability. allusions to sex. miscarriage. description of gore. reader is underweight. reader is older than naoya. belated love epiphany. more pain, possibly more than the suna one :)

[ word count. ] 3.7k

[ author’s note. ] wow. this story went from the original 10+ chapter fanfic to a 3 chapter fanfic to a one shot. after so many trial and errors, i finally decided to make this a one shot, even if that means i’ll have to cut some major plot points. the reason being that this story was developed a bit over a year ago, and i’m honestly starting to lose interest in finishing this as a series. well, here it is!

[ previously named: a cracked shell ]

“i’m home,” naoya says as he slides open the door to your shared room. yet he doesn’t find you in there. he’s confused to say the least. even though you had a small fit with him the other day, it wasn’t nothing serious. you would always pretend as if nothing had happened. you were just like that. you didn’t like conflict, so in order to avoid it, you became somewhat of a pushover when it comes to most things.

your boundaries are set very low, and they continue to lower with every violation of them. it was one of the reasons you and naoya could coexist. he wished for an obedient little wife, and although you weren’t obedient per se, your character in its nature was close enough.

you never acted out of line as you were clear of the troublesome headache it would bring you. and naoya was okay with that.

it would be an understatement to say that his expectations for his wife also lowered. the original idea in his mind was that he would marry a docile, mindless woman who would do everything he asked of her without question. and you don’t fit that description. but he’s okay with you.

you, who is a sorcerer strong enough to rival geto and gojo.

it wasn’t a secret that naoya had always admired the strong. and even if it’s a woman, he’ll show some degree of respect to them as long as they’re stronger or on par with himself.

which is why he’s so lenient with you.

he remembers how miserable you looked when he first met you at the kamo estate when he was eight and you were nine.

the only reason he appeared at the kamo estate was that he heard of a secret kamo child that had been recently escorted back to the estate. though he wasn’t the type to come for solely this minor, insignificant purpose. no, he came since he heard the rumors of what you were.

not only had you inherited the kamo technique of blood manipulation, you also had an immense amount of cursed energy within you. though what made you the most special of all was the essence of your cursed energy.

a cursed energy with scent.

and not only did your cursed energy have a scent to it, the scent was odd. it had the ability to put people in a drunken state upon breathing in the fragrance too much. it was truly odd. something like this had never been seen. it was probably why the kamos were so hell-bent on bringing you back to the estate to recognize you as one of their own.

nine year old you was very similar to how you are like now. quiet, appearing to be uninterested in almost everything, and eerie. almost twenty years later of knowing you, he could never pinpoint exactly what it was, but you always seemed off. it was an eerie aspect that made others uncomfortable in your presence. maybe it was a dominating attribute that came with being that strong.

yet what he didn’t understand was why you always looked so miserable. you were so strong that you could destroy a city and possibly more if you wished. but you were never happy. eight year old naoya thought that if he was that gifted, he’d never have a bad day in his life. maybe it’s because you were born a girl that you are unable to be happy. after all, the elders always spoke of how unlucky it is to be a girl.

that was the first time he met you. only being able to get a glance of your face in a open room. the next time he saw you was at the goodwill event. you appeared to be the same as before. you didn’t speak much, you still looked miserable and unbothered, and you still had that eerie feeling about you.

around this time, naoya had been raised by the zenins’ misogynistic ideals for so long that he has also adopted them himself. and even if he knew that your current abilities can rival even the two most powerful jujutsu sorcerers, you were just a woman. you were born with the right, immense power, but the wrong gender. you were bound to one day become someone’s wife one day, confined to the chains of marriage and the duties of a woman.

your talent and power will succumb to nothing. it’ll all be useless.

maybe that’s when he first started hating you. he envied you for having the power he could not. his eyes grew red at the thought that a woman had received the main inherited jujutsu technique of the kamo clan when he himself only inherited a sub technique of the zenin. he feels frustrated that you have all this power and he’ll never be able to see its full potential since you’re a woman that’s destined to be in a house and nowhere else.

maybe that’s why he was desperate to hunt you down during the goodwill event. he was desperate to prove himself better. he couldn’t stand being weak compared to someone who’s power will become useless one day anyways.

but he lost. zenin naoya had lost. it was humiliating really; the way you barely looked at him as you successfully constrained him, proceeding to leave without a care in the world.

he had felt a new kind of sensation that day. a strong urge to see what kind of faces you can make other than that miserable, unbothered expression.

so when he found out from his father later on that you’ve been engaged to him, he found it perfect. he’ll have the rest of eternity to make you say something, feel something more than hopelessness. you could tell that his preference for said feeling would be suffering, but it’s not like he ever succeeded, so you didn’t pay his unwell intentions much thought anyways.

it was at this point when he finally found out why you always looked miserable. after all, the least he could do as your fiancé was get to know you, albeit you didn’t want him to.

when he heard about your life so far, he laughed a bit. you’re so strong and yet you couldn’t prevent any of the tragic events in your life. the elders were right. a woman like you was destined to live out an unlucky life. but maybe yours was a bit too unfair, even by naoya’s opinion.

secret child born to loving parents, you had been raised without the kamos’ knowledge. at the age of nine, shortly before naoya first met you, an escort had appeared at the peaceful apartment you lived at and supposedly murdered your father. your mother fell into hysteria and blamed your existence for the death of her only love. she looked at you with hatred, with the intent to kill her only child. and when she regained some sense of logic, she would hold you closely and cry. he bets that this on and off behavior you endured also dried you up emotionally. and apparently your mother too, for she committed suicide in her room less than a year later.

before doing so, she didn’t forget to smash a rock onto your head. either trying to take you with her or trying to enact some revenge for the love of her life he doesn’t know. but what he does know is that the damage caused absolutely destroyed your right ear.

irreparable loss of hearing.

however unlikely, it was probably the hearing of your tragic childhood that made naoya show you a bit of kindness after the marriage. he showed some form of respect for you, the one who survived such a past and also you, the one stronger than himself.

you had also noticed this. how he wasn’t exactly like how the rumors depicted him. but you paid no mind, as he still treated you as lesser than. it was to be expected. and although the younger you would scowl at the disrespect shown by someone younger than you, the current you couldn’t care less.

you were only a wife to naoya for one reason. to escape being assigned as the next clan leader.

you could never take that position. not when you saw how the kamo clan had crushed your family. not when you saw how noritoshi hated you for receiving the attention of the elders. you knew about the boy. his mother being a mistress made his standing in the clan awkward. and you knew how much he needed to be the next clan leader in order to reunite with his mother.

so you allowed him to take the position of heir. you declined as your uncle, the clan leader, tried several times to make you the heir. you knew why he treated the two of you so differently. one was the only child of his only little sister, the last blood relation to her on this world, and the other was simply a mistress’s son, albeit his own.

but you couldn’t destroy a family the way he destroyed yours. you didn’t want to watch as noritoshi falls into despair like you. so even when your uncle pressured you with the choice or either marriage or heir, you confidently chose to be married off.

and what a choice it was.

from day one of being zenin y/n, you already disliked the atmosphere of the zenin household. but alas, it was the place where you would be living for probably the rest of your life.

and when the year passed by and you still had no sign of child, the zenin naobito had attempted to have you divorced.

least to say naoya was furious when he heard. why? because he finally had the second strongest sorcerer chained to his side. how was he supposed to just willingly give you up? but he and yourself both know what the cause for your lack of child was.

the fact that naoya refused to touch you.

it’s not like you minded. you had no emotions for your husband; you couldn’t care less if he had someone pleasuring him outside. in fact, you’d probably be better off if he did.

but that wasn’t the reason naoya didn’t want to lay a finger on you. suprisingly, he had more than just one single reason.

one of which was that he still didn’t want to be so intimate with such a lowly creature, a woman. but he needed an heir and he knew this well. actually, it would be best to have his heir be birthed by you. the possibility of your child inheriting some of your incredibly unnecessary cursed energy, or better yet, inheriting your unique scent would be splendid.

but the most important reason was that your body most likely couldn’t handle it. not to mention the mental toll that your past and even the duration you were a sorcerer had on you, you had a more concerning issue. you turned sickly after overexerting yourself during the time at jujutsu high. and although he shouldn’t care so much for a mere woman’s life, he knew that you were different, and he couldn’t afford to lose such a valuable asset like yourself.

he’s seen how pregnancy does a woman over, and as much as no one would believe it, he doesn’t want that to happen to you. either for his own selfish reasons, or for the reason he dreads, the reality was that he was contempt with not having an heir in the mean time.

so divorcing you? absolutely out of the question.

if his father used not having any emotional attachment as an excuse to tear you away from him, he would create that emotional attachment. fake or not, he won’t have anyone thinking of making him divorce you.

so he pushed himself. he pushed himself to treat you as a decent human being, and pushed himself to buy gifts for you when he’s out, going out of his comfort zone to try and pleasure you.

he allowed you and gojo to continue writing letters to each other. although he’s still sick to the stomach knowing his wife is conversing with another man, he knows that ever since you had been more in touch with your childhood friend, your mood became better.

and finally, on your second year of being married to naoya, he was finally able to see a genuine smile grace upon your lips.

it was the wish he had when him and you were still engaged and not yet married. the wish that you could display an expression different than that of your normal, unbothered one.

and it was beautiful.

he knew you were a looker since the day he first met you. and maybe that’s a subconscious reason why he always wished you could show some more emotion. but seeing your actual smile was so much different. it’s almost as if he’s been blind all his life and finally saw light.

and as much as he wants to deny it, maybe he did have a growing place in his heart for you.

so why are you now missing when things were just starting to get better? it wasn’t long after when he first shared a kiss with you and the two of you started acting more like a married couple, and now you’re nowhere to be seen?

naoya first reached out to gojo within two hours of you not being home, and when the white haired man responded with he didn’t know where you were either, naoya almost lost his mind.

she’ll be okay, he thinks to himself. but another voice in his head reminds him of how you’re not in a state to fight. weirdly your physical state has deteriorated the past few days, and you turned into a even more sickly condition.

it isn’t until the next day when he confirms with hayashi, your personal servant, that you haven’t returned during the night does he really lose it.

weird too. hayashi was saved by you as a child, and follows you around ever since to repay you. he’d never leave your side, so why is he still in the estate and you’re not?

hayashi responds to the question with how you were invited out by a letter, and he wasn’t able to see the sender.

it was a dead end.

quite a few months pass by before naoya finally hears about you. by this time, naoya has thinned down quite a bit and also looked abnormally pale. probably from the lack of sleep or the lost of appetite. or both.

and what he heard from gojo made sick to the stomach, so much that he wished to throw up even though his stomach was empty.

you were found.

the bad news? you were found bloodied and very much dead. you were found rotting.

and although gojo was wearing sunglasses that covered his eyes, anyone could tell the way this affected him through the crack in his voice as he struggles to continue on. after all, he already lost a best friend, and now he had just lost his childhood friend; he lost the one that he swore to protect since your parents failed to do so.

not much information was exchanged after the initial news was delivered, for it pained gojo too much to describe the horrendous scene in which you were found in. but he did take naoya to the scene shortly after he delivered one last piece of news that was sure to shatter naoya.

you were pregnant.

naoya wasn’t all that surprised. in the last few months in which you were missing, he thought of you a lot. how you looked paler, sicklier than usual. how you were more sensitive than usual.

and because of his guess, he had treated you much better than before. he knew how you used to get suspended from jujutsu high for being overly cruel when some curse user would overstep your boundaries. and although your sharp edges dulled over the years, he was still afraid you’d have even a sliver of thought to abort it. and he couldn’t let that happen.

but you probably didn’t know yourself.

“we’re here,” gojo announces.

he bids naoya well before waiting outside the warehouse. he already saw it once, and he couldn’t bear to see it again.

naoya braces himself before slowly walking inside. the interior of the warehouse seemed very normal. it looked like a warehouse for scientific research. there were lab tables, and giant fluid cases. the only thing out of the ordinary he noticed was how dirty everything was. there were many blood stains, but he convinced himself that it was too rusty and old to be yours.

as he walks further, that was when he saw it. the small hidden door in the far back. the door was unnecessarily heavy, seeming to made out of hard iron.

even if it was his first time being here, even if he can’t see what’s beyond the door, he knows what’s about to appear before his eyes.

and he dreads it.

but he still pushes open the door that has already been forced open once. it was easy, seeing how the lock had been destroyed completely. but what wasn’t easy was the capacity to handle everything that he saw.

cruel tools that his imagination can help show him what their uses were. red colored stains on the floor and counters. pieces of meat each around the size of a finger littered around the damp and suffocating room.

syringes. tubes of medicine. medical equipment. chains and shackles. bandages, both used and new. disposed pieces of surgeon uniforms, all covered in blood and a weirdly colored substance.

it didn’t take a psychic to know what had happened here. it didn’t take an actor to imagine the performance that undergone here.

the performance of torture. the act of experimenting on a living human being.

naoya’s trembling although he doesn’t notice it. he comprehends the emotions inside him bubbling as anger that someone had dared to lay their hands on what was his. but the truth was that this unfamiliar feeling he had was despair. something his pitiful wife was familiar with, but something he had only now acquainted.

despair over the fact that all this equipment was used on you and despair over the fact that when you were in pain and suffering, he couldn’t do anything about it.

he slowly walks over to the small bed in the corner of the room. he noticed the blood stains on the sheets and the shackles on the headboard and footboard. most of all, he noticed he noticed the small shard piece covered in blood. he knew why it was covered in blood although no one told him.

it was probably what you had used to end your life.

he stares at it with a blank face, and he eventually reached out to grab it, grief and frustration causing him to clench the shard so hard he sees red. but it doesn’t hurt.

it’s nothing compared to the atrocities you endured.

you were missing for months. he had been informed that your death report showed that you had only died a few days ago. to imagine that you had to suffer from these cruelties for months; the only thing in his mind was how strong you were.

he turns around to walk back out. to see you again. he deemed that it was worthless to stay here any longer.

as he was leaving the room that housed your pain, he saw it. the thick notebook filled with notes and scribbles of the things done to you.

from cutting away pieces of you to examine your genetic makeup, to attempting to force the day of labor so they could research his child; every word written was horrendous.

the contents journaling the day it was discovered that you were pregnant were drastically different than before.

at first it was just terrifying experiments performed on you to determine why you had an intoxicating scent to your cursed energy, but then when they couldn’t find anything out, they wanted to try to copy the trait completely. through what? the child you were harboring.

as naoya flipped through more and more pages, he saw how they took their research further and further. and as things failed again and again, their methods only became more inhumane.

when he finally couldn’t take it anymore, he threw the notebook behind him harshly, hearing a violent thump shortly after. he met up with gojo outside the warehouse and notices how his eyes were somewhat red.

when he brought naoya to your body, that was when both men couldn’t take it anymore.

your originally sickly features looked even worse. you had grown paler and you looked like you had starved for every day you were missing. all that was left of you was skin and bones. there were bruises on your skin, littering almost everywhere the eye can see. the ones on your wrists and ankles naoya knew were from the shackles confining you, and the others on your body seemed to be wounds still unable to fully heal.

you, who hated becoming dirty, lay there with dried blood and dirt on your body. your skin had turned gray and you felt colder than ice. yet naoya still held your hand, trying to warm it up like he had done so before.

but he knew it was fruitless. you couldn’t possess body warmth anymore, and you had no need for it either.

but as he holds your hand with both of his own, what he doesn’t know—what haunts his mind—is the question of did you wish for him to come to your rescue when you had passed day by day and week by week in that tiny little room.

were you disappointed as days passed and he still hadn’t come?

or did you think he wouldn’t come? did you doubt his love for you and think he wouldn’t care if you were there by his side or not? did you think you were replaceable?

but the fact is that you weren’t. albeit how badly he showed it, he knew he couldn’t lose you.

he smiles bitterly as he pressed his lips to your cold forehead and thinks. maybe the possessiveness he held for you had a different meaning. he realizes that even if he denied to everyone that he didn’t love you, maybe he did.

but it’s too late now. he only knew now. he’s only now understood what it was that he felt when you left. you probably also never knew.

after all, you left without giving him a chance to tell you.

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pls i wanna be naoya's lil bimbo gf :-( i want him to bully me and treat me like his braindead slut lifting my mini skirts and groping me in public and making fun of me PLEASEEEEEEEE</3

naoya zenin x fem!reader / dubcon, exhibitionism

𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍 who never acknowledged, or even looked at your direction at every moment possible just so that he could break down your already timid spirits. he needed you weak, wary, and so adorably nervous around him. it gave him such a delicious rush he could never get enough of every day.

little did you know the incel pervert loved staring at your ass everytime he stood behind you, and even stared at your hands, imagining how pretty they'd look sliding up and down his cock.

but enough is enough. too many men are ogling at you right now, and naoya knows he has plenty of competition. he knows that stupid little you would probably eat up every single compliment thrown carelessly at your way, and it wouldn't be good for your growth as a soccerer if you get such high hopes all the time. he must do something about it.

but oh, how lucky are you really? from being depraved from attention and his voice, now ー you get to experience it every single day! "slut, come here. i said come." he watches with satisfaction as you anxiously came closer to him, your fingers twitching apprehensively behind your back.

"lift up your skirーdon't give me that dumb look, i said lift it." you pulled your skirt up, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he inspects your white panties, carefully coming closer and closer, fingers barely brushing on your skin.

you squeeze your eyes shut as you felt that familiar wet lick coming from below, where his tongue just brushed against your cilt. "n-naoya, not here, pleaseー" you beg so preciously, shivering like a wet kitten, and he hums in reply.

"m' doing you a fucking favour angel. no zenin would ever graciously worship any cunt like i am, so be grateful, yeah? now bring your leg up my shoulder, dove." he spoke so lovingly, so kindly, your eyes blear as you do as he says, running your fingers through his hair as he pulled your soaked lace aside and lapped you up right in public.

"that's it, that's it moan for me baby. let everyone know how good i'm making you feeling, yeah?" you muffled the sound of your voice as he pushes his finger even deeper in your hole, refusing to even slow down after hearing the wet slop gushing out of your pussy. "n-naoya, naoya p-please," you cry out, leg shaking as you couldn't hold out any longer.

"what? talk to me baby, m' right here." he twirls his finger slowly, taking in your soft insides and savoring them happily as his tongue latches on your cilt once again. "s'too much !" you cry out, pushing his head from your hips with all your strength, but he never budged.

"s'too much! can't take it," you gasp as hot tears trail your cheeks, as you push his jaw away once again, only to be greeted by a spank in your ass.

"whore, you filthy ungrateful whore." he spits, pulling your arm down and making you sit right on his lap, using three of his fingers to rub your cilt. "taking the time out of my day, to make a stupid fucking bitch like you cum ー and your word of thanks is that you can't take it ?" he spanks your cilt, once, twice, three times, and cups your breast with his other hand, groaning right in your neck.

"m'sorry, too muchー" you slur as you hold his hand, kissing his fingers before he shoves them right in your mouth. "i was right about you." he murmurs, rubbing your cilt once again as you moan out in pleasure, finally reaching the peak of your orgasm as you came all over his hand. "always knew you'd make a perfect little cumslut." his pants were a mess, and you were trembling like a leaf, half-naked and suddenly sweetly clingy with such a doe-eyed, hazed look in your eyes.

"tommorow, same time. don't be late, or i'll find some other slut to give my cum to." you nod as he turned around to leave, already wishing he'd stay.

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ghxstic · 2 years

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imaaaagine naoya n getou fighting who gets 2 fuck an heir in2 u tbhhhh and gojo 😵‍💫💗💗

LITERALLY ! ! THIS IS RLLY SHORT, BUT YK, SHORT N SWEET also i forgor gojo 😭

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY <33 I LOVE YOU SMMMMM <333

cw. breeding, mating press, impregnation, voyeur, etc .

you don't even know how you got here, yet here you were folded into a tight mating press, naoya's fat cock bullying it's way inside your warm cunt, fucking his cum deep inside you, he needed to make sure your cunt was stuffed with his cum. that you would bare his child. give him a healthy baby boy to carry out his legacy. not getou's offspring.

the cult leader watched as the greedy zenin fucked you senseless, he watched as drool gently rolled down your chin, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as desperate babbles left your glossy lips. a knowing smirk adored his lips as he watched, he didn't need to worry, he had already stuffed you with his load countless time before, even a few minutes before the zenin came along. it would be fun watching the devastation cross naoya's face when he sees your child with the same dark hair and dark eyes that getou has.

there's always next time for naoya, right?

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thewriters64 · 2 years

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TOXIC

Naoya x reader.

Forced marriage, cheating, arguing, a/b/o universe, kind Sukuna, angst?.

You hated Megumi’s Fushiguro family with a burning passion, you especially hated Naoya Zenin, and his views on Omega and Alpha dynamics. Megumi was like a son to you, his mother died when he was a young age, and you took him in soon after you married Naoya. When he presented as an Omega you weren’t surprised, you as an Omega yourself had a gift of sensing when someone was one.

Granted it could also be to you being a prime omega, which made you overprotective of other omegas, Megumi was one of those omegas, you were fiercely protective of. You have been married to Naoya for seven months now. by your clan’s demand. They believed pairing you with Naoya would “tame you, make you learn your place, make you a proper Omega”.

They were wrong, Naoya and you argued and fought constantly, the two of you despised one another, and just being in the same rooms made the two of you sick. He hated that you wouldn’t submit and that you never listened to him, instead you pushed back, often challenging him. Physical fights were just as common as verbal between the two of you, fighting for hours, the only way the two of you would stop was if someone separated you, or one of you fell unconscious.

Both of you gaining scars from one another, Today was one of those rare moments, the two of you bit your tongues to not argue with each other. There was a meeting between clans, Gojo, Sukuna, L/n, and of course Zenin’s, within the first month of being paired with Naoya. You had argued your way into being allowed in the meetings, much to Naoya’s Alpha and himself you won the fight which meant he had to agree.

You kneeled next to Naoya meeting everyone’s eyes, holding the same amount of power as him, which infuriated him. Your neck is on display to show no mating mark, which you proudly let known, which made his wolf out of the two of them angrier, his need to mark you before anyone else was strong people would start thinking he couldn’t tame a “stupid omega”.

His Alpha underneath all the hatred was proud of having such a strong Omega, you could take care of yourself, and bare him strong pups that he would be proud of. Every time Naoya thought of that though he sneers in disgust, you were nothing but a breeder, a whore for his pleasure. You are easily replaceable, you weren’t special, and nothing about you was, and never will be.

At least that is what he tried to tell himself yet every time he saw you interact with the pups of the clan, it made his wolf purr, or every time you won a fight against him which was more times than not, much to his embarrassment, it made his wolf chuff with pride and pushed him to grow stronger to protect you.

It made his stomach erupt in butterflies, whenever you put someone in their place, it did something to him, something in him awakened a carnal desire for you. For example, right now you were kneeling next to him putting your old clan in their place. They commented on your unmarked neck, and how you should already be mated and bred with pups.

He made his agreement known, in which you simply look up at him meeting his eyes with the same fiery glare you gave your old clan, and one of your perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised, you were challenging him. How foolish of you he thinks to himself, his lips twitching as his fangs were on display, his wolf wagging his tail in excitement.

You looked at him unimpressed before clicking your tongue at him, and he became silent just like that, you had managed to put him back in line like he was scum like your old clan. It made his stomach tighten, the butterflies coming back, as his cock twitched in his pants, hearing Gojo and Sukuna snicker he sent them a harsh glare.

When the meeting was over he stomped out of the room, dragging some Omega from the hallway into his bedroom, he needed to get rid of this hunger you caused, and he couldn’t fuck you seeing as all you would do is fight him. You roll your eyes at your “husband” so immature, walking to Gojo and Sukuna you greet them, a conversation easily starting amongst the three of you.

They didn’t care what you were, they respected you just as you did them. Feeling tiny arms wrap around your leg you look down smiling at the young pup. Itadori Yuji, Sukuna’s son smiled up at you, you bent down and picked him up and he easily wrapped his tiny limbs around you.

Holding Yuji close you noticed the way Sukuna looked you up and down, his four eyes filling with adoration, you sent him a soft smile, your cheeks turning slightly pink. Yuji was snuggled into your neck purring as your scent covered his in a thick blanket, his four arms itching to pull you close and hide you from view.

He admired your strong attitude, your personality, and how you didn’t care if you were an Omega, you were in charge and held the power. He loves your confidence, and how strong you are the scars he has seen on your body were proof of that, he was not the only one pining over you, he knew that.

That bastard Toji was, he followed you around like a lost puppy, along with his son which he dragged along. He’s seen the way some members of your old clan look at you, hell even some members of your new clan were pining over you. Continuing his conversation with his son sleeping on you, made his hearts swell, you treated his son like your own.

He never knew the mother, but there was no denying Yuji was his, they were practically identical minus the markings, and extra appendages. Gojo had long excused himself to go and bother Megumi which he was smitten over, hearing you laugh he looks over seeing Megumi whose cheeks were pinker than his own hair pushing a pouting Gojo away.

“You should laugh more it suits you” he looks down at you, raising an eyebrow when he sees your cheeks dusted pink. “I wish I could Sukuna” you look up meeting his eyes. Time stops for him as he brings one of his hands down brushing away a stray hair from your face. You lean into his touch eyes closing, and a silent purr leaves Sukuna’s chest.

“OI! REMOVE YOUR HAND FROM MY WIFE”. Your eyes snap open as you whip your head sideways meeting a pair of black eyes with a harsh glare, all feelings of contentment left your body. Sniffing the air Sukuna growls, the smell of sex fills the air surrounding Naoya.

Yuji wakes up with tears in his eyes, gently handing Yuji to Sukuna your heart breaks when he reaches out to you. It is quickly replaced with a wave of deathly anger, walking calmly over to Naoya you grab him by the shoulder your grip tightening as you drag him out the door, all eyes on the two of you.

Walking to a room far away from your guest he stayed silent, throwing him into a room you close the door silently before swinging around you slap him. His head whipped sideways, a dark red handprint now on his face, “how dare you Naoya, we have guests, and you dare act so childish! What is wrong with you”. You step closer to him your glare intensified.

He scoffs turning his head he meets your glare, “what’s wrong with me? Ha! That’s funny, MY wife is allowing another Alpha to touch her is what my problem is”. You stare at him a choked chuckle coming out of you, “Your kidding, right?” You were shocked.

“I’m not, how dare you l-“ your eye twitched, “how dare I?” You laugh and he paled. “How dare I, that’s rich coming from you Naoya” you spit his name like it was venom his wolf whimpering as he backs into the corner of his subconscious. “You fuck every walking thing in a skirt, and you stand here and have the audacity to call me yours”.

You click your tongue pulling off the gold band of a wedding ring he gifted you. “I will admit I never liked you Naoya I even hate you, but at least I was loyal I’m done with you, with this clan”. You turn and walk out, leaving Naoya in the room fuming in anger, you arrive back to the main room, walking over to Gojo and Megumi, “Megumi if you wish to take Gojo as your Alpha you have my permission”. you smile as Megumi blushes and stutters out an embarrassed “m- mom” and Gojo smirks and moves closer to Megumi, you turn and walk to Sukuna and Yuji, who was sobbing into his father’s chest.

Grabbing Yuji gently he clings onto you his sobbing turning into small sniffles as he inhales your scent, you grab Sukuna’s kimono pulling him down and kissing him with so much passion it makes him dizzy, two of his hands grab your waist pulling you closer, while his other two hands grab your face. Your hand that grabbed his kimono was making it’s way to his neck pulling him closer, feeling Yuji giggle you pull away first looking at him.

“What’s so funny, Yuji?” You question raising an eyebrow.

“You’re going to be my mommy”. He grins a few teeth missing, and you can’t help but smile back. “Yes I am Yuji”.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

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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j2lx · 2 years

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I promise… We'll be ok (Naoya Drabble)

Sypnosis: You're a servant for the Zenin Clan and that's all you are… or so you think. You would never have thought that the infamous Naoya Zenin would've fell in love with you, and changed himself for the better just to be with you <3

(Some context for one of the parts in the fic: (this isn't canon, it's just what I came up with so this would make more sense) Naoya was from Kyoto Jujutsu Tech, and met Shoko during the Goodwill Event when they were in high school)

Ship: Naoya x Fem!reader

Warnings: Misogyny (not Naoya to reader though!), physical abuse, angst to fluff, Naoya is rlly down bad for reader and put his life on the line for you 🥺 (pls he calls you "princess" he's so in love with you)

A/n: I decided to get out of my comfort zone and start doing drabbles instead of my normal short fics and headcanons! This is my first drabble so =") Also I've had this idea since last year and I'm finally writing it down!!

Naoya, who thinks that women are nothing and only exist to serve men. He thinks that they shouldn't have opinions, and should walk three steps behind men at all times. That is, until he met you.

You were just a new servant in the clan but he fell absolutely head over heels for you. He was down so bad for you that he became so well mannered and kind to you. He even made you his "personal servant" just so he could protect you from the clan elders, who could potentially abuse and exploit you, which he had witnessed them do to other servants before. It was the only way to protect you, and he made sure no one else could put their hands on you.

He confesses to you with a bracelet, cheeks flushed a rare red that you won't usually see. But he loved you way too much, and he couldn't help wanting to express his feelings for you. Of course you accepted, because he treats you so well and you really love him too.

Naoya lets you sleep with him on his bed every night, often helping to coax you to sleep when you just can't sleep. He drapes a blanket over you both, but often gives up most of the blanket to you, so that you won't feel cold from the air conditioning in his room. He pats and strokes your back whenever you get nightmares, pressing his lips against your forehead to tell you he's there for you.

He cooks for you too, much to the surprise of the other servants. He would never admit to what he was actually doing, even though he could silence them not to tell anyone else, and often used the excuse that "he enjoys cooking and should be allowed to do what he likes". And he really does love cooking, especially when he sees how happy you are when you eat the food he cooked. Honestly, he would do anything to make you happy.

Naoya, who brings you out at least twice every week, telling the elders that you're helping him to "run errands", while he "supervises" you. And that's all a lie, of course. He brings you out on dates to nice places he knows you'll like, and gets really affectionate with you. His hand always intertwined with yours, lips on your forehead every now and then.

He took you out on a week's long trip on your birthday week, and during Valentine's Day and White Day, just so you both could have some time away from all the clan stuff. He made sure to make you feel as loved as possible, and he even bought you a small bunny stuffed toy for you for your birthday. The bunny was like a symbol of his love for you, it being there was a reminder that he would do anything in the world for you.

Naoya never lets you do chores that are too strenuous either. He leaves his room as tidy as possible, and helps you with the chores most of the time. The last thing he would want is for you to injure or overstrain yourself while trying to help him clean up. And after all the chores are done, he often showers with you, helping rub any sore spots you have while lathering soap all over your body.

He knows you were insecure about your relationship together. He knew you wanted him to get together with someone of more power, of a better standing in life, because it would benefit him more. But he didn't care. Whenever you came to him with such worries, he would constantly hug and reassure you that he loves you and only you, and that he can't picture himself with anyone other than you.

Because he truly loves you. He knew he wouldn't be like this with anyone else. He knew he was only this vulnerable and open because it was you. So he vowed to protect you, to leave the clan with you so that you both didn't have to live with the expectations and in fear of the clan elders.

He didn't know what threats there were that the two of you would have to face. He didn't know you could be taken from him so quickly. When the elders found out that you were in a relationship with Naoya, they took you to a secluded area in the clan building and started beating you up. It was almost as if they were trying to kill you, to get rid of you so that Naoya could fall in love and marry someone else.

Luckily, these kinds of things don't go without Naoya not noticing. The moment he found out that you were gone and the other servants told him you were sent to "run some errands", he got suspicious. After all, you were his "personal servant" and no one else should be allowed to order you around. He panicked, heart thumping furiously as he ran to find you. And when he did, he found you bruised and slightly bloody, the elders looming over you while you cowered in fear.

But before any of the clan elders could hurt you again, he threw himself in front of you to protect you. He didn't care how hurt he got, all he wanted was to protect you. The elders flew into a rage, horrified that the next heir to the clan would stoop that low just to protect a woman, a lowly slave no less. Naoya didn't care though. He continued taking hit after hit, he didn't even care if he died. He just wanted to protect you from more harm.

When the elders realised that he wouldn't stop protecting you from all the hits, they stopped. Naoya took the opportunity and used his jujutsu technique on the elders and drove you both to Shoko at Jujutsu High, so that she could treat your injuries.

Shoko didn't expect the arrogant heir to the Zenin Clan to show up at her office with tears streaming down his cheeks, clutching your figure in his arms, begging her to treat and heal you. She examined both of your bodies, only to find that Naoya was even more bruised and was bleeding slightly too. She started treating the both of you with no hesitation, internally glad that Naoya finally found someone to love, that someone having changed his view on the world and society.

After all that, Naoya snapped. He went back to the clan and started packing all of his and your belongings. He did anything he could, even putting his life on the line, just to get the elders to let the both of you leave the clan. He threatened to kill himself or kill all of the clan members, just so the both of you could leave that hellhole and have a better life. And they relented, in fear that he would really wipe them all out.

He went back to your shared apartment that he had bought a month before the incident (he was planning to leave the clan soon so he decided to plan early), his car full of both of your belongings. He wrapped his hands around you and pulled you into a tight embrace, lips meeting yours for the first time.

Handing you your stuffed bunny, he carried you in his arms, placing a small kiss on your hand. He sat down on the couch, letting you rest on his lap. Stroking your head gently, he smiled as he said, "We'll be ok now princess. I love you." <3

(Context for the kissing in the last part: You always told Naoya not to kiss your lips because you didn't deserve it so he told you he wouldn't until the both of you were out of the clan. Him kissing you on the lips in that last part was him telling you that the both of you were free <3)

Yay I finally did my first drabble! I really liked this idea of mine and I'm planning on turning it into a series soon =) Hope you all enjoyed some soft Naoya fluff

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dab1-ex · 2 years

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The Samurai

Pairing : Choso x reader ( Naoya x reader)

Warnings: Smut, domsub, slight choking, some angst, fluff.

Part 4

1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

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"Wife!" Naoya screamed.

He came storming towards, each step felt heavier than the next, you could feel each and every plank on the floor shift as he walked towards you.

This was it you thought, Naoya was going to punish you for being so close to the Samurai. This would be your moment of submission to him, of true submission, it was all coming to this moment.

After the wonderful day you had, of course this would be the ending you weren't in a fairy tale so why would you think for a minute that a happy ending would be blessed upon you.

"You're Late!"

"I sent the handmaid to look for you but they say you've been in the town. How irresponsible of you, you don't even have your husband's permission and you venture off. Had it not been for him being with you I would of killed you had the people below not done so themselves"

He hadn't done it, he hadn't backhanded you to the ground how you thought.

"Thank you for your service, leave us now" with that Choso left you and Naoya alone.

You looked at Naoya and he peered down at you.

"Get inside!"

You swiftly opened the door moving out of the way so he could enter first, he pushed passed you and entered your room.

You entered head bowed down, with a face bearing no emotion. He sat on the bed, looking at your form.

"Get done, the ceremony is soon, you've wasted enough time playing local"

You walked to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you were in the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror; hair wild and makeup nearly all but gone from your face, you could only imagine what Naoya was thinking.

You slowly ran water and started moving a cloth underneath it, ringing it out and slowly wiping your face clean. Tears started to form, you couldn't do this anymore, even though Naoya hadn't done anything you couldn't keep pretending to be a housewife. It was slowly eating you up from the inside out. You finished cleaning your face and left the bathroom, eyes red and cheeks puffy.

Naoya noticed, of course he would was he going to say anything of course not.

You opened the long cupboards to look for a kimono to wear to the sake opening festival that the Kamo's held to honour their alliance with the Zenin's and your father.

"Move"

Naoya pushed you to the side and he began examining the kimonos that were packed in for your stay at the Kamo Estate. He picked up a lilac one then placed it back, then a navy one and placed it back in its spot, he did this with nearly every kimono examining it, touching the fabric looking at the intricate designs that were sewn into each. He had finally picked up a deep red one, he examined it, with its embroidered butterflies that were on the sleeves.

"This one" he said turning towards you, lifting it towards your body as if seeing how it would look on you.

"Yes husband, I'll call the handmaidens to help me" you said looking down.

"Its not necessary"

"Husband I doubt I could put such a magnificent kimono on by myself"

"You won't put it on alone"

With that he began removing you of your previous kimono that was a less luxurious fabric. You stood in your undergarments in front of him.

He slowly put each arm into the kimono, gently as if you were porcelain. He began tying your kimono, pushing you closer to each other.

"Do you know what butterflies symbolize (Y/N)?"

"Why are you doing this husband?"

"Do you?" He asked referring to his question.

"No husband" you said looking into his eyes.

" They represent metamorphosis; change. Change for the better for good health, wealth and prosperity" He said as he tightend the koshi himo belt. He began tying the obi.

"My father has asked of me to produce an heir, that obviously you would be carrying. I know our life back at my father's estate hasn't been ideal, me fucking you like a fertile bitch isn't any woman's dream of true love. I understand that. My father has spoken to me in private about it, while you wonder the Estate. So I'm going to try his way and if by the second season you are still baren then this was all futile" he said pulling your body to his as he tied the obi to is necessary knot.

"So I'm going to treat you like a woman I love even if I don't"

He took his hands off the knot and walked away from you, walking to the door

"Apply your makeup and meet me in the courtyard when you are done, I wish to get this venture done" as he left.

You stood their dumbfounded, only a few minutes ago you were crying in the bathroom about this curse of a life, for the man you were infatuated with you could never be with, only for the man you've wedded to decide that he wishes to treat you life a wife, like a woman he loves.

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You entered the caught yard under the moonlight, with the beautiful red kimono with butterfly embroidery motifs, the one Naoya chose for you. Your beauty was evident as even the moon wished to shine upon your face to see you in all your glory.

You kept your gaze down and could hear Naoya approach you.

"You look beautiful, my wife" he said taking your hand to kiss it.

"Thank you" you said finally looking up, you finally noticed who else stood in the courtyard it was your companion from earlier that day Samurai Choso. He smiled at you and you wish you could return the favor but simply bowed your head in his direction.

Naoya grabbed you by your waist and led you to the great dining hall that would host the guests dedicated to your families sake business.

You turned one more time towards Choso as if thanking him for the day even if you knew it didn't mean much to him as it did to you.

You entered the great dining hall, with Naoya by your side as your names were announced.

"Naoya-Sama and his wife " announced the man.

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When Choso saw you enter the courtyard he knew it, he knew he had fallen for you. He thought it was something only children did to fall madly in love with someone that they barely knew and only from the few hours the two of you had spent, but he knew it was you.

His mother had warned him about the prophecy that they had foretold at his birth. He would become one of the greatest Samurais that would be known, but he would lose all notibility if he met her. The woman who was seen in the prophecy, unnamed and beautiful she was. He would have no chance when he met this woman as to him it would feel like nothing mattered more than her.

Choso always used to fear this prohecy when his mother told him it as a boy, he always wanted to be a great warrior and defend his people, but to lose it all to someone he didnt know and it was inevitable frightened him. He tried his best to avoid all woman for this but now as he found her in you he felt like a fool, because all the time he had lived without you now felt wasted and it felt as if he could finally breath.

He knew you were the woman his mother spoke of that would stand beside him, he realized that when he saw you in the meadow with your hair flowing about as the sun hit it.

He contemplated it with himself once Naoya dismissed him, how could he be sure it was you, but then he thought of your smile and how everything the world offered made you curious, and then that thought was solidified when he saw you in the courtyard only a few minutes ago. The way the moon shone on your face as if trying to steal your beauty, he could feel the red string tied around his finger and he knew it was leading to you.

Choso had finally admitted to himself, that even though your exchange was brief no more than a few hours, that you were the one that his heart had yearned for, for so many years.

It was you.

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The festivities were in full swing after dinner was served, men began drinking, the geisha began playing and the yobai lounged about.

True to his word Naoya didn't leave your side, he treated you like his wife. Like a woman he chose to marry out of love and not benefits.

He introduced you to the people that your father worked with and who were supplying their pubs back at the Zenin Estate and now at the Kamo Estate.

The festival was going well and you were seeming to enjoy yourself even if it was for a moment, that was until you heard the head of the Kamo clan shout in anger.

"Who here has spoken to someone outside about our business opening Sake pubs!" He shouted.

"The people are uprising at the prices, they think we trying to scam them, what is this!"

Everyone stopped their chatter and quietly looked around examining who they thought the Kamo head could be referring to.

"You!" He said pointing towards you.

"It was you wasn't it, I saw you wonder off to that town, spreading false narratives to those people"

"I can assure you she didn't" Naoya said intervening.

"You think you can protect this woman"

"I will and I shall protect my wife against false accusations made against her"

"Let it be known, and as all my witness tomorrow we shall testify this statement against this girl, for now drink her sake and feast my food. If the claims are proven true then the Zenins will have more than Sake to worry about" the head of the Kamo stated.

You looked at Naoya with tears beginning to build.

"Come on let's go to the room" he said dragging you out of the great hall.

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"Don't listen to what he said, his a drunken fool, I'll clear your name in the morning and we'll be gone by the afternoon and home by the evening" Naoya said undressing.

"Thank you" you said quietly.

He walked over towards you. Slowly he began to untie your obi.

"Its alright I can do it husband"

"I'm the one who tied it I should be the one to untie it" he said sternly.

You left him to untie and he slowly took it off doing the same with your belt.

His breathing got heavier as he began to drop the kimono from your shoulders. You placed your hand on his chest.

"I can take it from here" you said.

"I haven't fucked you as a proper husband yet" he said lowering his voice.

He knew what it was doing to your body. He slowly began taking it off along with you jubani and then your undergarments.

"I know you haven't husband"

"Would you like me too?" He said with a small smirk.

Even though Naoya was trying the way his father wanted he still couldn't hide that carnal urge to take.

He kissed you slowly passionately.

Your tongues slowly dancing with each other until you submitted to his dominance.

He picked you up, and your legs wrapped around his waist. He walked to the closes wall pushing you against it as he humped you through his garments he still had on.

You moaned with each thrust, even though his member wasn't free you could feel it through his clothes. That large thick member that hit deep inside your aching walls. You kissed him harder thinking about bringing your own body closer to his to feel more of him. It was all to much, you moaned at the pleasure radiating through your body.

"I was never a man of foreplay....but you're changing my mind" he said smirking.

He began playing with your tits, slowly kneading them. He then sucked on one nipple while he still massaged the other breast. The pleasure of his skilled tongue moving along your nipple as he pulled, sucked and flicked your nipple with his tongue was becoming to much. He swapped his mouth and began sucking the other nipple doing the same motions.

"Please!" You begged as tears of pleasure were starting to form.

He pulled his head up from your breast and carried you to the bed, he set you upon the bed and he stood at the foot of the bed, his kimono hung open exposing his toned physique.

He walked to you on the bed. He kneeled at the foot of the bed and grabbed you by your legs. Placing each leg on the side of his head.

"You're leaking all over the bed... don't worry I'll help clean it up"

He began running his tongue up and down your aching pussy, you needed more.

"Please husband, please!"

You weren't exactly sure what you were begging for all you knew you needed to have more of his pleasure.

"My needy wife want more. What would you like my cock shoved in you?" You nodded.

"A pity I'm not their yet" he said diving back at your pussy.

He began sucking on your clit, sucking and pulling which caused your wetness to grow. He inserted a finger inside you while he sucked your clit.

The sensation of his tongue and finger was starting to become to much and you knew you were close as the knot in your stomach was unraveling.

He sensed you nearing and placed his tongue flat at your entrance moving it side to side as his fingers rubbed your clit faster.

You came squirting straight into Naoyas mouth as you screamed and moaned.

You panted as you the feeling calm down you lifted your body up to see Naoya drenched with a look of a madman in his eyes.

"I'm sorry" you said as you began to panick.

He simply stood up and dropped his kimono along with his undergarments.

He once again grabbed your legs wrapping them around his waist.

And with one swift movement he was in you.

"Naoya-Sama!" You screamed in pain and pleasure.

"Come on take it you're wet enough" he said as he started to thrust.

His thrusts were fast as if he needed to cum urgently.

"I'm going to fuck a baby into that womb of yours and you're going to take all my cum" he said as he moved his hand to your neck.

His thrusts were getting harder and the sound of his skin meeting yours filled the room.

He was near his thrusts were becoming sloppy now.

His body fell over yours now, his head in your neck as he rutted into your core.

He thrusted deeply into you and then you felt it as if it was the first time. The hot and warm liquid being shot into you, but this time you welcomed it and moaned at its arrival.

Naoya continued to rut till his high came down. He lifted his head from your neck starring into your eyes.

Naoya starred at you for what felt like forever until he realized he was starring and quickly got up.

He fetched a cloth to clean you. As he was about to clean you off you kissed him, without warning without permission, just kissing him as a woman who loved a man would. He was caught off guard by this action. He melted into the kiss and kissed tou back as he was about to pull away you bit his lip.

You started to giggle.

"Thank you for the evening Naoya-sama" you said as you lied on the bed waiting for him to clean you off.

Naoya was caught of guard by this change in character but he was amazed by it nonetheless.

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Naoya laid in bed with you now, you laying on his chest fast asleep as he starred into the abyss.

He knew that this moment of affection you showed him was because of how he fucked you and would be short lived and you would go back to your normal self in the morning.

But the look in your eye when he pulled out, it what his mother told him about as a child. Those sparkles like the stars he use to watch at night as a child were in your eyes.

He couldn't believe it, the small little bud of love was starting to bloom in his heart, even after the last flower that bloomed from it was destroyed, but he knew this time was different.

Naoya moved you into his arms and turned to the side holding you close, enjoying you as much as he could.

Choso stood in the courtyard looking at the star as he thought about you and the prophecy his mother spoke of again but instead of the unnamed woman she spoke of standing by him it was you.

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lightlycareless · 7 months

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Smexy question time!!

To (y/n) and naoya: what's your favourite body part of your partner?? 👀👀

Y/N: chest.

(You love how it's one of the many direct reflections of his discipline, like... Oof. You love laying on it, behind hold against it—damn. And mostly, hearing/feeling his quickened heartbeat after he kisses you 🥺 you just want to hug him and not let go. He makes you feel safe, and you naturally gravitate towards him, for either cuddles or when you're riding him and need something to support yourself in 😊😊😊)

Naoya: lips.

(He loves to kiss and be kissed. He just loves your lips, he's always looking for the perfect moment to steal a kiss, give you a quick peck, see you smile or pout. Especially the last one, he'll do anything to make you irritated/flustered and have you pout. Or even squeeze your cheeks. Do not underestimate him)

:') once again, another sweet ask. Thank you so much anon!!! ❤️❤️ take care, and hope to see you soon!!

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Pairing: Toxic!Naoya Zenin x Black fem Reader AND Hiromi Higuruma x Black Fem reader

Summary: He doesnt want you, but he also doesnt want anyone else to have you. So he constantly reminds you of his Presence but at this point .. is his presence even welcomed?

Warnings : mature content, mature language, toxic Naoya, manipulation, caught, cuckholding, slight bondage , fingering

tags - @luffysthickwaifu , @gabzlovesu , @dejwrites , @angwritez , @po3ticb3auty @plussizeficchick, @yuujispinkhair , @mxchaluvv @indiecursor , @rinhoes , @urfilgoth @sukunas-left-nut-sack @bookwormsenpai , @festive , @erentoes , @imperatorkhaleesi , @preciousamethyst

Index: Pt1| Pt2 | Pt3 | Pt4

It was a set up

You never expected to step into the hotel room and see Naoya there. What the fuck was he doing here? Why would Hiromi do this.

"Oh" Naoya laughs at your horrified expression "Hiromi here didn't tell you huh?"

Standing, he circles the chair. Gripping your neck from behind, his breathe ghosting over the shell of your ear. Just to snap your head up into Hiromi direction. "Hiromi here... likes to play with rope .. " you watch as the red role falls from his hands, the sly smirk on his face. These bastards planned this.

"Don't worry, I'm just here as to make sure he's not too rough with my property, doesn't damage the goods" he chuckles switching spots with Hiromi who now was behind you, whispering in your ear unbeknownst to Naoya.

"I'm sorry" Hiromi whispers as he pulls your arms behind your back. "But, I'm doing this for you. He deserves a taste of his own medicine, yeah?"

You swallow hard and hum in agreement, letting Hiromi tie your extended arms behind your back. He was right. Naoya did deserve it. You smirk a little and Naoya comes cupping your face. "You look so beautiful with your arms bound behind your back, we should do this at home" he says lowly pressing a soft yet sickly kiss to your lips, tongue sliding in a tangling with yours, except his eyes were sparing at the person behind you, as if he was wordlessly threatening him.

You felt Hiromi yanking the rope behind you indicating he was done tying you up. You were surprised he only did your arms but Naoya seems impressed. Stepping behind you and testing the bondage by thrusting his clothe hips into yours and pulling you back by the rope before you can fall flat on your far.

"It's perfect" he says lowly with pride. Naoya seeks under you sliding your panties down your legs.

"Step out of them" he says with a straight face looking directly into your eyes. An eerie chill slithers down your spine but you oblige, with Hiromi holding you with the rope, you carefully step out of your panties one leg at a time making sure to balance yourself properly on your stilettos.

Slipping your panties into his back pocket, Naoya stands, hovering over you just staring down. It made you feel small, weak in the knees even- but turned on at the same time. It was like her was asserting his dominance with just a look.

Hiromi clears his throat, Naoya's eyes glance to him for a second before he looks back down to you and he smiles. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he leans down and whispers "be a good slut for us, okay?" in your ear. Stepping backward with a menacing smirk on his face, he takes a seat on the bed of the hotel room, facing you- eyes never wavering.

You hear Hiromi fumbling with his belt behind you and it all becomes clear. He's going to fuck you in front of Naoya.. but why? What is the point? Is Naoya going to join? What does he gain from this? Is this his way of humiliating you? Why did Hiromi agree to this? You thought they hated each other.

"Let's put in a show for the piece of shit, yeah?" Hiromi says low enough for only you to hear. You hum in response, eyes focused on the way Naoya spread his legs and leaned back on his arms.

"Hurry up and fuck her Higuruma, I could've done this shit myself and made you watch."

Nothing made sense, regardless of that, Hiromi pushes in your back to arch as you learn forward and easily slides into your cunt, still slick from the wonderful elevator fuck. With a deep grown he stayed still, waiting for your approval to move.

The glint in your eye as you looked at him over his shoulder made him experimentally thrust into you, watching your mouth fall open with a silent gasp. Adjusting his grip on your arms, Hiromi began to pull you back, essentially making you fuck your self on his dick. Being face level with Naoya, you tried to keep your eyes on him. You needed to see his reactions to the scene in front of him. You wanted him to cower under your gaze and put a stop to the scene presented in front of him.

Oddly enough, you knew not to expect much. this was Naoya. , every-time you looked at him you can see how entertained yet turned on he was. He didn’t hide it, man spreading his legs for you to see his print pressed up against his thigh. Sick fucker. Giving up, you roll your eyes at him, and when Hiromi’s dick curved into your sweet spot your knees buckled.

Knowing you were distracted and Wanting all of your attention; Hiromi tugs on the rope instead of your arms, kicking your legs apart leaving you spread open. It was like you could feel him getting worked up as the rope he tugged burnt into your skin.

With your legs spread, Hiromi continued to fuck you on to his dick, thrusting to meet you ever so often to get a throaty moan out of you. Unbeknownst to you, he was giving Naoya smugly smile and mouthing “Our bitch” to him.

You miss the way Naoya scowled at Hiromi be a second l, the moment you lifted your head back up, Hiromi began to plow into to you, tugging you back with each thrust. Despite how much you hated that Naoya was there - watching, it thrilled you. It still felt like payback in a way.

Out of spite you purposely began to moan louder, egging Hiromi on. His strokes becoming sloppier and rougher, you wish you could see his face when he looked down at your body. The loud echoing of your ass meeting his hips, with his throaty groans and your trembling legs- yet you begged for me.

“Hiromi .. “ you moan looking into Naoya’s eyes, “more… fill me up” you cry. The clenching of his Jaw and the light vein becoming apparent on Naoya forehead make your cunt clench. Doesn’t feel good anymore huh? You wished you could taunt t him but Hiromi hardly lets you think. whenever he feels like me you’ve drifted off, he yanks the ropes harder, making it burn your skin enjoying the lovely sounds of your pain mixed with pleasure.

Just as you’re about to come, you hear the bed light creak and your heart stops.

“Don’t spill your filthy cum in her” Naoya growls standing in front of you, leaning down slightly to cup your chin- tilting your head up slightly to look at him. “Let me finish you off babe .. “ he cooes. It’s weird. But nevertheless, you can’t deny when you’re groaning as your back is alright being straightened and Hiromi is slipping out of you for Naoya to have you his way. “Untie her” he points at the rope.

Although he didn’t like being told what to do, especially by this asshole, Hiromi complied curious to see what Naoya was planned. The moment your arms are free, your feel your back being pushed against the wall, arms wrapping around Naoya’s neck as if on instinct and one of your legs being thrown up with your ankle resting on his shoulder.

The cool air of the room hitting you soaked can’t makes you shiver, when the warmth of Naoya’s hand cups your cunt you close your eyes and lean your back on the wall. Yelping when he harshly slaps at your cunt, “who’s pussy is this?” He asks using the tips of his fingers to rub your clit. When he doesn’t get an answer he slaps your cunt again and your knee gives out but he doesn’t let you sink to the floor, he keeps you steady with his own weight, hand unwavering from hovering over you cunt.

Dragging his fingers over your folds, he sinks three fingers in with ease before pulling them out and slapping your cunt again. You squirt, sobbing and moaning in pleasure and embarrassment. Quiet “you’s” falling from your lips like a chant.

Dick in hand, Hiromi just watches as you sob out messy “it’s yours” as Naoya whispered in your ear. “This is … so no three some.” He mumbles tucking himself back in his pants. “Look, Y/n .. call me if you ever want to fuck. I’m around”

“Hurry up and get the fuck out” Naoya growls

“Already out, bring my rope to the office tomorrow unless y/n wants to keep it as a souvenir” Hiromi says with a straight face waving as the door slammed behind him

“Why you let him fuck you in front of me “ Naoya ask kissing up your neck and harshly biting your ear making you cry in pain. His fingers slip back into your cunt, plunging past your puffy lips.

“I- I didn’t ask you to be here” you say barley above a whisper. Breath caught in your throat from the way he’s working his fingers into you.

“That’s not the answer I was looking for” he groans snatching his fingers out and dragging them across your lips. “Taste” he demands. You open your mouth and lick his fingers tasting a mixture of you and Hiromi. “Does it taste good? Did it feel good y/n? “ he asks sliding his wet fingers out of your mouth and down your chin to your neck.

You nod swallow hard, a little afraid that he might choke you to death while his hand was near your neck. Instead, he sucks his teeth, and whispers “I’m sorry” before plunging his fingers back into your cunt. Flickering them in a come here motion while using his thumb to circle your clit, your fingers find their way into his hair, gripping tightly as you orgasm was building up on you.

You gasp and feel as if you can’t breathe when your orgasm hits you, rocking your hips into Naoya’s hand as he works you through it pressing kisses to your face. “There you go, let it all out” he says so softly you almost don’t recognize him.

Once your cunt stops throbbing around his fingers, he slips them out of you and legs your leg down. You sink down to the floor, weak in the knees- mentally preparing yourself for Naoya’s fit of rage.

Instead, quietly he sits down on the floor next to you. It’s awkward, and surprisingly peaceful like how it used to be. He clears his throat, and you turn to look at him, but his eyes remain straight. “I didn’t like see you with another man” he says. You press you lips together not wanting to laugh and ruin the moment by saying “pay backs a bitch” or “karma a bitch” in his face. But it felt good to know you broke him down even if it was a little bit. You might even do it again.

taking off your heels you throw them aside and stand on your still trembling legs. “I’m going to take a bath,;you can leave if you want” you say stripping with every step you took without looking back. “Maybe I’ll take the rope back to Hiromi myself”

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chuluoyi · 7 months

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UNHOLY MATRIMONY — 01

✩°｡ ⋆ to be wed

- fushiguro megumi x oc/reader - oc/reader's character name is hara sena, pronouns still refer to “you” and i won’t mention it often—just for the sake of aesthetic rather than repeatedly writing "y/n"

in another life, in which fate is still screwing his life over, Fushiguro Megumi finds himself in an arranged marriage―with you.

genre/warnings: arranged marriage au, family drama, angst to eventual fluff in later chapters, slight profanity (hopefully)

notes: in case you are wondering―no. this isn't a love triangle between you, megumi and naoya. naoya is an antagonist side piece to make this story spicier.

✩°｡ ⋆ unholy matrimony (masterlist) | prelude <- previous ✩ next -> chapter two : unholy matrimony

Megumi had known it all along, that sooner or later, his checkered past would come back to bite him.

When Gojo told him that the Zen’in had called to make him reclaim his birthright, he was at a loss for words. And when he further explained that to stake his claim he had to make his standing clear and strong by marrying a girl he barely knew, he was angry.

"I don't want a place in that Zen'in hell. Forget it, you're making no sense."

"Megumi," Gojo started, crossing his arms and looking at him with a meaningful smirk and Megumi so badly wanted to wipe it off his sensei's face. "It's yours by right. All those things you've endured until now? It's for this precise moment. They covet your Ten Shadows Technique, and so you already have an advantage against Naoya. You have the chance to save your sister, Maki and Mai from that hell."

He shot him an irritated look. "I like my current life now, why would I go back there? And how do I save Tsumiki by fighting over inheritance against Zen'in Naoya? Are you right in the head, Gojo-sensei?"

"When you have a clan as prominent as Zen'in at your disposal, you can find an easier way to break her curse," his teacher said, visibly proud with his suggestion. "And that's why I'm telling you―the Hara girl is your key for that. Naoya wants to marry her, but if you do it first, then everything is yours for the taking."

Megumi recognized you as the girl from Kyoto Jujutsu High in his school days. He remembered seeing you during the goodwill event, and the only lasting impression he had of you was that you managed to befriend Inumaki, even though he just babbled a bunch of random onigiri ingredients.

Aside from that, he knew too little about you to draw a conclusion on anything.

"Don't you want to save Tsumiki?" Gojo was playing with his weakness, and Megumi knew it. He was trying to get him to do this insane bidding, but found himself unable to reject him outright the second time.

Did he want his birthright? No. Of course not. Megumi had enough of shit in his life already, and he was content with the way things were now.

But to save Tsumiki?

Apparently he was crazy enough to go with this.

And that was how he found himself walking by the temples in the Zen’in compound with you.

“Do you despise this arrangement?” you asked him warily, trying to gauge his emotions at all, because ever since the talk inside he had been nothing but a straight face. Even faced with Naoya’s boiling fury, he merely kept his silence. Now only Gojo stayed inside to broker the agreement with the Zen’in for your hand in this marriage with him instead of Naoya.

He stopped walking, and paused a moment to look at you, before sighing. “Would it make a difference if I was?”

“I suppose not.” You looked away, suddenly feeling guilty. He didn’t know that you have forced Gojo’s hand, and for a long time, you certainly didn’t want him to know. Your cover story was your clan wanted you to be betrothed to the Zen’in who inherits their signature fatal technique. “But you’re still human, and have feelings. You must feel something right now, like resentment towards me.”

Megumi scoffed. He had learned from a long time ago that people didn’t care about his feelings, or about him as a person at all.

“Hating you doesn’t make it any better for both of us, does it?” his gaze remained impassive.

If he was already this prickly, what would he do when the truth did come out? You swallowed your worry though, and put on your brave face.

“I know you don’t want this. Neither do I. But I think it’ll do us better if we can get to know each other first.”

“Right now?” he looked at you incredulously, having the expression of someone whose patience was being tested. “What more do I have to know? You’re Hara Sena. You went to Kyoto High, we were in the same year. And Naoya seems to have some sort of obsession with you by the way he keeps glaring at me for this.”

You widened your eyes at the blatant refusal. “Fushiguro Megumi, you’re as unfriendly as everyone says,” you retorted, now vexed at his biting tone. “You certainly live up to your reputation.”

“I know.”

For the first time after meeting him today, Megumi's mouth twisted into a genuine smirk. A chuckle escaped him as he looked at the boring lengths of the trees around him.

"How did you live all this time without Zen'in clan's intervention?" you cut through the awkward silence beside him.

"Why do you care about how I grew up?"

"Nothing, just curious is all. You are to be my husband and we must at least be on talking terms."

He let out a groan. "You're really going to be this way the whole time, won't you?"

"Come on, answer the question. I'll answer too if you ask me next."

Megumi paused on his tracks, arms on his hips. "Gojo-sensei took care of everything. You've heard how the story goes―that's all there's to it. I owe him my life." He tilted his head to the side, his hands now deep into his pockets. "What about you? What drove you into this?"

You held back a smile. "You might hear it already, my father's principal wife isn't my biological mother. I'm a product of my father's affair. Now I'm plucked as a chess piece to marry into the Zen'in to do my duty as a daughter. We're not so different, aren't we?"

"Yeah, we're just alike..." he mumbled to himself with a heavy tone, continuing the walk. "But then you wouldn't know. I'm not some mistake that got kicked around. There was a purpose behind my upbringing. Gojo-sensei didn't take me in for free."

"Hah," you barked a satire laugh. The nerve of him. "A mistake, huh? True enough."

He side-eyed you, so you elaborated further. You were not above being petty too. "No, I mean I'm the mistake. But you have a grander purpose―that is to serve the purpose of the Zen'in, whatever it is."

Megumi rolled his eyes. He was irritated, but not just because of your snide remark. "Can't have me dying without an heir, apparently," he said dryly, but then his expression changed again to one of disgust. "This whole thing is gross, you know? Us being wed just for a cursed technique. Or filial piety. A bunch of bullshit."

"That's one thing we can agree on," you shrugged, now clearly amused. Hey, maybe a life with him won't be so bad after all. He's quite sarcastic and relatable.

Megumi grunted, and both of you walked in silence for a while. His pace had slowed down a bit and when he spoke, his voice came out softer. "So, you seem pretty level-headed with all of this, and you seem eager to get to know me, why? Not that I'm totally opposed to it, but it's not like we're going to become bosom friends or anything."

You threw him a look. "I'm telling you―I don't want a marriage in which we yell everyday. I don't expect us to fall in love or anything, but the least we can do is become friends, don't you think?"

"Friends?" Megumi wondered out loud. He thought over what you said for a few moments. "Ah, I get it. If you married Zen'in Naoya, you'd spend the rest of your life miserable," he concluded with a click of his tongue. "I am the lesser of two evils, that's why you're fine with this."

"More or less, yes." You shifted your gaze from him to the gardens. "Glad to know you caught on that quick."

"So that's that. And you're right about one thing... we can't just yell at each other every day." He paused for a moment for a dramatic effect and then he chuckled. You were quite scheming, changing sides the moment he was called back into the Zen'in, he thought. "Yeah, now I can see why Naoya was so cranky. You have a way to annoy people," he joked.

"I'm not! I'll have you know I'm quite prim and proper."

"Really? You sure don't come off like that."

You whipped your head at him, halting your steps. Okay, now it's on. You're going to take him with you whether he likes it or not. To hell with what you did behind his back. "Well, you will, dear husband."

You almost let out a snicker when he froze at your usage of that endearment. Oh, so he gets shy easily.

His grip on the fabric of his pockets tightened. "Don't you call me that."

"Why? You are, though."

"I'm not your dear anything!" Megumi snapped, his voice becoming harsher. "I'm forced to enter this shit of a marriage and nothing more."

"Are you blushing?"

He froze again and this time you really laughed at his face.

How could he be blushing right now? Why? He tried to deny it but his face felt hot. "No... I'm not."

"Ahh, so you're that type... Well noted, dear," you winked, and Megumi swore your bright face did something to his insides that made his heart beat a tad bit faster. "I'll make sure to express myself often so you won't have to."

He turned his face away, effectively embarrassed. You were getting on his nerves. "I hate it when you say that."

You literally beamed, peering at him. "No, no. You'll come to find it tolerable."

He frowned. This girl... no one would've expected that you were caught in an unwanted arranged marriage with how freewheeling you seemed. And all in all, you still resembled the happy girl in his memories who tried to make a conversation with Inumaki some years ago. If all he had to do to save Tsumiki was marrying you, then he supposed it wasn't a bad deal after all.

Megumi muttered something under his breath, grumbling to himself.

"...yeah, maybe. We'll see."

"You damnable woman..." Naoya hissed under his breath. His hands clenched as blood seeped between them.

He was a step behind! He could've lost his status as the heir! All because that Gojo Satoru and his very presence insisted that he'd be the sponsor for that washed up bastard Fushiguro!

And that scheming Hara wench... Even you wriggled your way out of his grasp. What sort of ridiculous notion was this? How could he let his pride be stomped twice over the course of one day?

All his life, Naoya was led to believe that he was groomed to be the head of the clan. He was praised, cherished and deemed as the most promising. Everyone else was like ants he could stomp all over. He was born to rule over them.

And he still believed that until now, even as his inheritance was slipping away from his grasp.

He stared at the dead body of a servant girl who just got him his tea with a blank look, and raised his chin up. Undiluted hatred shone right through it.

No one gets away after scratching his back. Maybe Gojo Satoru can, but certainly not a girl from an insignificant clan or a bastard who tried to usurp his place.

Starting from Hara Sena, he thought with a snarl. You might've gotten away from your marriage with him, but he wouldn't let you go so easily. He'd make your life so hellish even when you were not with him.

And then, Fushiguro Megumi. He already had plans for him right from the moment the clan elders showed approval for his claim. He had plotted a way to get rid of him.

A sneer cut through his lips as he kicked the mangled corpse away. "Heh."

✩°｡ ⋆ next -> chapter two : unholy matrimony

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 1 year

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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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