#naoya zenin x you

[lightlycareless]

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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[onismdaydream]

hate fucking with naoya zenin and he has to fuck you in doggy, has to keep a hand pressed to the back of your skull so you're drooling on the sheet and each whine you make is muffled. he insists it's because he doesn't fuck ugly, that if he sees your face instead of your wet pussy sucking him in with each thrust, that he would instantly go soft. really it's because he knows if you got a glimpse of how he furrows his eyebrows and his face scrunches in absolute pleasure as you milk his cock so fucking good, you would know how easily you could make him crumble underneath you.

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[squirmhoney]

NAOYA ZEN'IN WIFE SERIES | MASTER LIST

Please read all warnings carefully, my fics cover dark topic matters, that may be upsetting to certain readers. Read at your own discretion. Warnings: Dark. Arranged/Forced marriage. Non con. Dub Con. Smut. Violence against reader. Abusive relationship. Forced pregnancy. Mentions of sex. Misogynistic views. Degrading views. Submissive reader. (very 50s housewife) 18+

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INDEFINITELY HIS | COMING SOON

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[drak3n]

REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA

CONTENT WARNINGS: exes to lovers trope, smut, angst, mean naoya, praise, (consensual) recording and sending of sextape, creampie — scroll down for smut!

sena’s note: i love him no matter what y’all say 😻😻

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who hated his job and working in general; whose father had more than enough money as he owned a lot of buildings and offices all over kyoto

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who had been forced by his father to do something after getting his business degree, something other than enjoying his life, spending his daddy’s money and traveling the world

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who hasn’t really been the same ever since your breakup two years ago; who was in denial for the longest time about missing you until he decided to make peace with his mistakes and move on… try to move on

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who knew you had moved on a long time ago, as he had seen multiple pictures of you with another guy on your socials, pictures where you looked at someone else the way you used to look at him

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who didn’t give a damn about his clients and whether they liked a place or not, but who was still very good at his job due to his cunning and manipulative ways

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who didn’t really look at his next client’s name, all he knew was that they were in dire need of an apartment for one person

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who showed up to the apartment he’d found, a shabby place that was way too expensive for the state it was in, but they didn’t have to know, right?

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who stood in the dim living room on old, croaking parquet with his expensive, shiny dress shoes and crisp, perfectly tailored suit, hearing the doorbell ring

➩ REAL!ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who ripped the door open just to see his ex-girlfriend he had wasted spent three years of his life with

the first thing naoya noticed was that you looked like shit. not even in an offensive way. you just looked terrible. sleepless, sickly, with crinkled clothes and messy hair. back then, you made sure to look presentable even on your worst days.

he didn’t think he’d ever see you again. especially not in such a state.

“naoya?” your voice was hoarse, and you made no move to crack a smile. he didn’t smile either. “my coworker organized this, i didn’t know it was going to be you. i’ll just leave and—”

“stupid. come in.” the apartment wasn’t very inviting, and naoya’s face wasn’t either, but it was better than spending any more time outside in the cold. your jacket was too thin for the weather, as you still hadn’t had time to pick up all of your things from—

“how are things goin’ with your boyfriend?” silence. you didn’t bother asking how he knew you had someone else… used to have. you picked on the laces of your coworker’s hoodie she’d let you borrow, seated on the run-down couch while he opted to stand. of course he wouldn’t sit on a couch that wasn’t made of exquisite, original leather.

“we broke up,” you stated after some time, not quite meeting his amber eyes, “that’s why i need a new place.”

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who almost laughed in your face at that; and who let his bitterness of the breakup get the best of him as he told you that he knew that no one else would be a good match for you, reminding you of the words he had spat at you two years ago

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who didn’t bother stopping you as you left the shitty apartment through tears, and who didn’t care until he received a call from your coworker demanding to know what the hell happened because you hadn’t talked ever since the incident

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who found out from your coworker that you were staying with her, whose jaw tightened when he heard that your ex-boyfriend dumped you for his ex who moved in with him immediately and wanted you out of the apartment

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who appeared at your coworker’s apartment days later — after finally checking the data sent to him by her — while she was at work and you had a day off, and who looked at your miserable state when you opened the door

“do you really want to give that ugly bastard the satisfaction of being all depressed?” he sneered, hands shoved into the pockets of his brown dress pants. you didn’t see how his hands twitched in anger at your condition. he always hated seeing you like that. it was him who was supposed to be moody and grumpy, not you.

“did you come here to make me feel even worse?” you bit the insides of your cheek, feeling self-conscious at how polished he looked while you looked like you were homeless. technically, you were. “you got what you wanted, naoya. i’m unloveable. are you happy now?”

he kept quiet for a few seconds, and you took it as a sign to shut the door. before you could, he stopped you.

“pack your things. you’re staying with me.”

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who didn’t take no for an answer and nearly smirked in victory when he had you sitting in his passenger seat just like back when you were his

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who frowned upon seeing that you only had very few clothes, meaning that most of your things were still over at that bastard’s place

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who heard you crying yourself to sleep that same night in the guest room he offered you, and who shrugged innocently when you asked the next morning how your bags of belongings were suddenly standing in the middle of the blonde’s spacious living room; “someone set them down in front of the door. must’ve been your colleague.”

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who watched you open up more and start smiling again, and who felt something inside of him blossom once more, something that had never quite withered away to begin with

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who couldn’t be happier when you asked if he was willing to try again with you, more maturely this time, and who knew you were dying to get revenge on your shithead of an ex as much as he was

“arch your back more— yeah. fuck.”

a breathless chuckle was heard and you wiggled your hips, face buried in silky pillowsheets as you heard the sound of your phone recording. “n—naoya, please—” his hand massaged the flesh of your ass greedily, and you whined.

your thighs shook in excitement as naoya slid inside of your already drenched cunt, and you moaned loudly into the fabric as you started fucking yourself on the cock you had missed so, so much.

“hey, y’see that?” he wasn’t talking to you. you could tell from how condescending and arrogantly he spoke. “look at how she’s moving so prettily for me. s’your new bitch doing the same for your ugly ass? i doubt it.”

your phone camera captured your body glistening with sweat, shoulders and ass littered with hickeys and bite marks, and naoya made sure to record where your bodies connected, revealing how your squelching pussy pushed out a ring of your combined arousals.

“fun fact.” he kept talking while shallowly thrusting into you, kissing your womb with every push. “she’s lettin’ me hit it raw. never let ya do it, hm? because no one can compare to me, right baby?”

your trembling body along with the muffled squeal you let out was proof enough as you were tipped over the edge, squeezing naoya deliciously. he grunted, hips stilling before he pulled out. in your fucked-out state, you barely registered naoya’s digits spreading your lower lips to record how his cum oozed out of you.

your ex could never.

“and no one can compare to her. fuckin’ perfect pussy. look at what you’ll never have, son of a bitch.”

➩ REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA who was disgusting, but who grinned widely when your shaky fingers pressed send before you chucked your phone aside to take one or two more loads that night

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[luc1-anna]

"Gonna cum!" You whined out as you felt him hit your sweet spot, it was already overstimulating having two things inside both of you lower holes, he had you in a babbling mess just within a few minutes. His hand kept pressuring your clitoris, it was one of your many weak spots. "Keep it in you whore" he ordered as he tried to control those jaggered breath which only set the mood even more. He loved to deny your organisms, you were lucky if he didn't pull out right now.

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[milkpup]

｡⋆ʚ♡ a bitch meant for breeding

›› nsfw 18+ jjk oneshot!

art by the amazing @g00miato !!!!!!! literally my fave artist (uncensored is on her twitter and it's wowza holy moly)

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›› zenin naoya x y/n ›› 18+ f!reader ›› wc: 3,207

‹𝟹 summary: you’re naoya’s wife, and he’s determined to treat you like the pet he believes you are. he takes your sex life up a notch, showing you how he really feels about you:3

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: petplay, assault / impact play

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, spit kink, spitting, breeding, degradation, name calling, pet play, puppy play, light praise, slapping, spanking, choking, rough sex, misogyny, owner / pet dynamic, leash + collar, naoya has a big dick, light biting, light blood, cum swallowing, rough fingering, finger fucking, orgasm denial + delay, throat fucking, mating press, doggy style, missionary

‹𝟹 notes: typically i see naoya more as someone to be subby (bc i wanna put him in his place). but one of my fave artists posted the pic above + the uncensored one, and i went fkn FERAL. like i would be naoya’s dog frfr. i wanna be his pet frfr. this is completely self-indulgent and pure smut. enjoy the ride:3 i made naoya a bit mean, but ultimately i made him a lil nice at the end. my fic and i want nice naoya rn >:(((( (even tho we all know hes a certified misogynist lolol)

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! - ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ - !

The Zenin clan was known for its harsh treatment towards the women of the clan. They don’t allow them to educate themselves and they are forced in domestic roles and used to make children. While it gives the woman’s family a good reputation to marry into the Zenin clan, her life usually got worse as a result.

Marrying Naoya Zenin was no exception to this rule; if anything, it was actually worse in comparison. As much as Naoya makes your blood boil, he makes your pussy drip even more. You can’t stand to be around him. His personality is insufferable and he’s a misogynistic asshole, just like everyone else in this hellscape of a family. And despite this, he knows exactly how to pleasure you in ways you never thought you’d be into.

It started out as normal, vanilla sex even before you two were officially married. He never tried anything too crazy, just using your body like he owned you, but never taking it anywhere. Over time, you put up less resistance when he told you to do things for him. While it pissed you off sometimes to be his basically his servant, he always rewarded you in the end and you couldn’t deny how amazing it was every time.

One night, after he had been out late drinking with buddies, he comes home with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You greet him at the door, taking care of his coat and belongings. He’s looking at you like a predator. He scoops you up, trailing kisses from your chin to your lips. Naoya bites your bottom lip slightly, drawing a hint of blood as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, meeting yours. He’s tasting every part of your mouth as he carries you to your room.

Despite his drunkenness, his coordination when tossing you onto the bed was surprisingly swift. He pushed you against the bed with such animosity it was like something had possessed him. He starts nipping at your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and spit along your jawline before meeting your lips once more. He twirled his tongue around yours, sucking every part he could. He pulled his lips away from yours, a string of spit connecting you two. “Open,” he commanded. And you did just that. You opened your mouth as he spit into it, telling you to swallow it after.

He watched with satisfaction at your instant submission. You were like his pet. And he wanted you to know that. He kissed you once more before pulling apart and walking over to a drawer, opening it and pulling out a leash and a collar. You were only slightly able to make out his figure, his form quite hazy in the darkness of the room, but you could hear the jingle and clank of the collar.

He walked up to you, a hand offering the collar to you. He had it engraved with your name beforehand, saving this for the right moment. “Will you be a good bitch for me, ____?”

You were looking up at him, eyes wide with a blush creeping across your face. You nod, squeaking out a quiet “Yes sir” in response to his question.

Naoya grinned as he reached to buckle the collar around your neck. “Good girl. Such a good little puppy for me, huh? I’m honestly a little surprised you raised no objections. Such a dumb little puppy, aren’t you?” He buckled the collar and moved his hand to your cheek and caressed you softly right before he pulls his hand away and slaps your face.

You gasp at the impact, looking up at Naoya with a mixture of fear and arousal. His hand snakes its way up the side of your face, before resting on the crown of your head and gripping you by a fistful of hair. He gently tugs your head to meet his, kissing you once more. “Be a good girl for me and I’ll make it worth it, okay?” He says as he pulls back, hooking the leash to the collar recently buckled around your neck. You only nod up at him, eyes saying everything you can’t with your mouth.

He rubs your head a bit, praising you. “Good pup.” You blush at the pet name, feeling heat spread in your body. “Take my clothes off, sweetheart. Be a good bitch and prep me after too, yeah?” He finishes by tugging your head slightly, just enough to add some pressure.

Your hands meet his waistline first. You tug at the drawstring of his sweats, pulling them off. His briefs follow suit, exposing his thick cock. You never would have guessed when you first met him, but he had a piercing going through the tip of his cock. It always added an extra sensation, and it was interesting to look at. You always wondered how painful it must have been.

Naoya’s cock bounces out of his sweats, precum already leaking from the swollen, angry looking tip.  He’s looking down at you, expectantly. You don’t immediately budge, and so Naoya pulls on the leash attached to your collar, pulling you up to meet his cock. “Suck it, slut.” He commands as he’s tugging your head closer and closer.

You meet the tip of his cock, kissing it lightly, trying to be cute. Naoya grunts, pushing your lips open with his thumb and forcing his cock into your mouth. You barely have time to prepare yourself before Naoya is shoving his thick cock down your throat, still tugging at the leash and bringing you even closer into him. Your hands are trying to push away as his cock is pushed deep into your throat, cutting off your air. You can barely breathe through your nose as you struggle to push against him, but this only makes Naoya snaked a hand through your hair and push your head against his cock even more. “I know you can handle it, whore. I thought you’d be a good girl for me, so why are you resisting?” He taunts as he fucks into your throat causing drool to drip from your lips down your chin.

Tears were forming at your eyes as you look up to see Naoya fully immersed in his pleasure, head thrown back as he throat fucks you. He can see the tears starting to form at your eyes, only serving to turn him on more in a sick, sadistic sense of pride. He releases his grip from you momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath for only a few mere moments before resuming his rough abuse of your throat.

He picks up speed, not allowing you to get used to his erratic rhythm as you feel his cock start to twitch, warning you of what’s to come. You don’t really like swallowing, not that Naoya gives a fuck whether you do or not. Naoya does as he pleases. And right now, he would enjoy watching you swallow his cum. He likes the idea of fucking his cum down your throat, but he wants to watch you swallow it instead. Thus, he warns you before he’s about to cum and pulls out. “Open wide for me, pup. Time for your milk~” He purrs as he strokes his thick cock, shooting thick ropes of cum into your mouth.

The taste is horrible, and there’s so much it’s spilling out your mouth, just how Naoya wants you. “Swallow it, slut. Drink it like the good girl you are.” You swallow everything before opening your mouth and showing Naoya. He praises you, before bending down and spitting into your mouth following it with a sloppy kiss. He pulls away before pushing you onto your back on the bed. He pulls your top off first, watching the way your tits bounce when the shirt comes off. He trails kisses down your abdomen before reaching the waistband your pants. He tugs at it with a finger before completely pulling them off, leaving your panties on.

Naoya pushes your legs apart before positioning himself between them. He spits on one of his fingers as his other hand meets your clothed cunt, before pulling the panties to the side. His other finger rubs your slit, feeling how utterly soaked you are from just being teased and facefucked. His long, slender finger slides over your hole before making its way up to your clit, rubbing small circles around it. Naoya can hear your pathetic attempts at stifling your moans like you’re embarrassed, and he makes it one of his goals to make you louder. He wants everyone to hear what a dirty whore you are.

His finger makes it way back to your tight hole, slipping itself inside the wet and warm entrance. Naoya feels you immediately clench at the intrusion, hearing your cute moans as a result. “Good girl, let me hear how much you love me doing this yeah?” He encourages you as he pushes his finger all the way in, before immediately pulling it out and fucking you with it all over again. He wastes no time in adding another finger, trying to stretch your tight cunt open as much as he could. His fingers are drilling into you, making lewd wet slapping noises that fill the quiet room. Your soft moans betray how aroused you are.

Naoya pulls out to your chagrin, before rolling you over onto your tummy across his lap. He spreads your legs open once again before forcing his fingers back into your needy hole. You yelp out in surprise as his fingers slip inside, scissoring themselves and spreading you open. Naoya uses his other hand to spread your ass open, giving him a close up view of your weeping hole taking only 2 of his fingers and already struggling. “You’re taking it like such a good slut, yeah? You want me to stretch you out after?” He asks, feeling you clench around his fingers the moment he finishes his question. He laughs a bit. “I guess that’s your response, huh pup?”

It's that damn pet name again. You moan he lifts his hand to slap your ass. Naoya does not hold back in the slightest, repeating his slaps until he’s satisfied with the redness spreading across your ass. He pushes in another finger, this time feeling your stretch cunt at its limit. He pulls your body up into a sort of doggy position, you on your knees face down onto the bed. His fingers are slamming into your cunt, your juices dripping onto his hand and wrist then onto the bed.

Naoya bends down beside you, purring into your ear. “You’re such a good whore, aren’t you?” Your cunt clenches in response to his praise-degradation and he chuckles beside you. “I love bitches who make messes so easily, and you’re just like that. I bet you’re already close just from me fucking your tight cunt with my fingers.” He smirks at his taunt. You’re moaning into the bed, drool spilling from the sides of your mouth as his fingers continue their relentless assault on your cunt. He brings his other hand to your clit, thumb circling the sensitive nub as he brings you one step closer. Naoya was right, you were close, and he could tell just from your body how desperate you were to cum and make a mess right in front of him.

“You gonna cum, baby? Gonna make a mess for me, yeah?” You could only whine into the bedsheets, face pressed against the mattress as you felt Naoya bringing you ever so closer to your release. His thumb pressed harder onto your clit, rubbing it with more intensity as his other three fingers fucked into you with ferocity. You were drooling all over the sheet as you whined, feeling yourself tighten up around Naoya’s fingers as you feel that knot in your stomach start to snap—

And then Naoya pulls away both his hands, right as he felt you about to be pushed over the edge. You lift your head up, whining as you pout and look at him. He has the cheekiest grin plastered on his face as he brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans your juices off them. “Sorry, pup, but you don’t cum until I tell you to. Got that?” Your pitiful whines come out as a response, still squirming under Naoya at the loss of touch.

You softly squeak out, “Yes sir.” In response to Naoya’s question. You would do anything for him in this moment if it meant he would let you cum all over him. Literally anything. You would bark for him if he asked; he probably would like it given the puppy stuff anyways. Fuck, you’d even do tricks for him if he really wanted to, anything if it meant he praised you and helped you cum.

Naoya smiled even wider, setting a hand on your head and petting you. “Good girl,” he coos. You feel your heart melt and your pussy throb at the praise. He’s making it painfully slow for you, taking his time before he’s going to touch you again.  He pushes your face back into the mattress, scooting your ass closer to him in the process.

Naoya parts your thighs ever so slightly, giving him better access to your sloppy cunt. He lines his thick cock against your hole, pushing his pierced head in ever so slightly. Even with his three fingers fucking your cunt and spreading it out, his cock was still a tight fit for you. He grips your hips with his firm hands as he pushes into you in one sadistic push, bottoming out into your tight cunt. You yelp out in pain as he slams his thick cock into you, feeling every ridge, vein, and especially his fucking piercing. You didn’t think it would feel extra good, but it’s an added sensation that you can’t get from anything else, and it feels fucking amazing.

You moan against the bedsheets loud enough for Naoya to hear as he pulls his cock out and slams it back in. “Fuck, ____, your cunt is so tight. It’s like it’s made just for me, yeah? A hole meant for me to breed, isn’t it? You’re just a bitch meant for breeding, aren’t you?” Naoya asks as he roughly spanks your ass in tandem with his thrusts. “Answer me, pup, what are you?” Naoya demands an answer as he hardly tugs at the leash, pulling you up against him.

The collar is pushing against your airway as he tugs at the leash supporting your weight. Because of this, you can barely choke out the words he was expecting to hear from you. “I’m a bitch… meant for breeding...” You sputter out as his thrusts increase in velocity and force. You moan against him as he pulls your body fully against his, fucking into you from behind.

“Good girl,” Naoya coos  as he places a gentle kiss on your neck before biting down hard in the same spot. He draws a bit of blood, licking the area clean and kissing it once more before he lets go of you and pushes you onto the bed again.

Without breaking contact between you two, Naoya expertly flips you onto your back. He never stops his rhythm fucking into your abused cunt while moving your legs. He fucks you a bit in a missionary position, looking down into you as tears are forming at your eyes. “Fuck, Naoya, it feels sho fucking good~!!!” You slur your words out as you look into your eyes, his thick cock never relenting. You reach your arms around his neck as you pull him down to you into a quick kiss.

He pushes away from you, but not before gently biting on your lip first. He pulls his cock out momentarily as he places both your legs onto his shoulders. He pushes his body fully into yours, trying to feel every inch of your body. He slams his cock back into your messy hole as you moan into him. You can feel his warm breath as he trails kisses from your jawline to your neck, biting you in almost the same spot as before. The sharp pain only adds a distinct sensation that enhances your pleasure.

You can feel the knot building in your stomach again, threatening to snap at any moment. “Naoya, m gonna—m gonna cum, soon!!!” You stumble out your words, trying to warn him in advance so this time he can reward you.

Naoya grins and fucks into you harder, drilling his thick cock into your tight cunt. “Good slut, cum for your owner, bitch. I own you and this cunt, don’t I?” He taunts you as his cock hits your g-spot, hitting that bundle of nerves in such a way that has you seeing stars.

“Th-thank you!! Yesh, yesss you own me Naoya!!! I wanna be your dumb pet pleaseee imgonnacum im gonna cum!!!” Your words are stumbling out now, unable to control any of them as you feel the knot in your stomach break and you get not pushed over the edge, but metaphorically kicked into your orgasm. It feels like you’re crashing into the pleasure that is Naoya’s cock as you basically scream, feeling yourself squirt and make a mess around Naoya’s cock and the bed.

He reaches a hand to grip around your throat, cutting off your loud proclamations of pleasure. “Be quiet, bitch” He spits his words out as he rams into your cunt. You can feel his cock twitch and release his thick load, grunting as he fills your womb to the brim with his cum. His grip around your throat releases as he pushes himself off of you, pulling his cock out. Some of the cum overflows from your cunt, dripping out of your hole. He reaches a finger down, lapping up some with his finger and pushing it back inside, placing your panties back in the same position as before.

“Don’t let any spill out. You’re my bitch that’s meant to be knocked up by me. I’m sure you’re so excited to be a mommy, aren’t you?” In your fucked out state, all you can do is nod in a stupor as you try to catch your breath.

Naoya lifts your head and props a small pillow behind it as he climbs to in front of you, cocking staring straight at you. “Be a good girl and clean me up, pup.” You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, still reeling from your mind shattering orgasm mere moments before. Naoya’s thumb opens your mouth as his cock meets your lips. You stick your tongue out, placing kisses on his cock and licking his cock clean.

Once he’s satisfied with your cleanup, he moves beside you and kisses you. He pulls away and looks into your eyes as he caresses your cheek. “I love you, ____. You’re such a good girl for me.” You look into him and grin, as he playfully smacks your cheek. He places a kiss over the slight red mark he leaves before getting up to gather clothes for you.

‹𝟹 notes: how this fic got me feeling:

but frfr this pic got me going crazy im like feral and unhinged. i rly am a monkey. i think geto suguru was on to smthn frfr. i see hot jjk men i start fucking hooting like a monkey, going crazy when i see their bananas frfr

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[ayanominitrash]

Dowdy Dowdy (Naoya Zenin x reader)

I first posted this on Ao3 here.

"I'm here to talk to Naoya-senpai." You say, hands behind your back while staring at the ground. You can't stop the heat coming from your cheeks, coupled with your beating heart. "My next words are for him and him only." "Oh?" You look up and see that the tall senior before you have an eyebrow raised, and a hand on his hip. Where Naoya is your bully, but you love him anyway.

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A student of Jujutsu High, you were alone. You had no friends. People already assumed you're an awkward person because of that. You have helicopter parents preventing you from going outside after school, so you would be alone in your room. 

But Naoya-senpai was the only one who gave you the time of day, even if he was doing it just to bully you. Imposing his misogynistic ideals and telling you how a woman should be. He'd purposely foot his foot out to trip you, and he'd smack anything you're holding in your hands, saying "oops" before he continues walking. He even went as far as dumping his drink on you because he didn't like it. You like him regardless because he was the only one you can really have a conversation with.

The others saw how badly you were treated but no one stepped up or asked you if you were okay. It's not like you were looking for pity, that was the last thing you wanted. But you find it odd that no one else seemed to join in on your abuse. They'd stray away from you when you try and approach them to ask a question. Was it because they were afraid that they'd be bullied by Naoya-senpai as well if he saw them interacting with you? He once saw a few boys plotting something sinister on you, but he'd sneer at them, making them run away in fear and never look your way again. Or, were you really that awful that your peers couldn't even stand to be in the same room as you?

That's why, your interactions with Naoya-senpai, even if it was demeaning, you valued every second of it.

You'd get to hear his deep voice, all mocking and condescending. Nitpicking everything he considers a flaw in you. But you'd listen with helpless watery doe eyes cast on the floor, wringing your thumbs together. Naoya-senpai would ask you questions, mostly about why you were like this, if you knew this or that, only to say how unintelligent you are. And yet, he keeps talking to you every day. As if it was part of his routine. As if, he was constantly thinking of you.

That's why you stay, and listen. And your beating heart races every second you spend with him. Out of fear? Or perhaps, out of fondness for the senior. 

Naoya-senpai was known to be strong, smart, and excessively handsome. He'd have a different girl around his arm every now and then, and he'd show her off to you if you happen to bump into him in the hallways. Telling you she almost resembles a proper woman. 

He waves a hand. "She's not much, but maybe try? At least."

And the girls around him were pretty seniors. Far from your appearance. But that doesn't deter you. Even if he was with them, he'd still talk to you.

So one day, you finally muster all of the courage you had and walk up to Naoya-senpai at his usual hang-out spot at the side of the school. Talking to him alone was probably better, but there wasn't a time when he isn't surrounded by his usual 3 friends. 

"Hey, Dottie," Naoya-sama calls you by your usual nickname. He calls you Dottie because it's close to the word "dowdy", something he and everyone would always describe you as. "What do you think you're doing here? Don't you know it's inappropriate for a girl to meddle with a group of men?"

"Hey Naoya, this looks like a love confession!" One of his friends snickers, shaking your beloved senior's shoulders.

"Oh god, Naoya pulled a nerd!"

"What a slut!"

"I'm here to talk to Naoya-senpai." You say, hands behind your back while staring at the ground. You can't stop the heat coming from your cheeks, coupled with your beating heart. "My next words are for him and him only."

"Oh?"

You look up and see that the tall senior, before you have an eyebrow raised, and a hand on his hip.

"What do you have to say? You're wasting my time, Dottie."

"You heard him, scamper away chick."

"Get lost."

"Naoya-senpai!" You force your voice almost breaking, causing the group of men before you to quiet down. 

Your hands fly from behind you and you extend them in his direction while you bow. 

"I -I love you, Naoya-senpai! Please accept my feelings!"

A pause.

You waited. You waited for him to say something, or at least, pick up the drink you were offering him.

It was his favorite matcha tea drink. The one he always gets from the vending machines.

Suddenly, you hear hysterical laughter and peer up, only to find his friends laughing, but not him. 

He has his beautiful golden eyes on you, a big hand over his mouth, tapping his index finger as if he was thinking of something. 

"Do you hear that, Naoya?! I told you it was a love confession."

"Yow, this is crazy!"

"I can't believe it myself if I couldn't see it with my own eyes and hear it with my own ears!"

"Naoya-senapaii, oohhh, I love you! HAHAHA, man, what a joke!"

Naoya chuckles at his friends' antics, or maybe even at you, "Enough.

"Dottie, did you hit your head?"

His friends laugh again and your face pales as you retract your arms.

"N-no -"

"Did you really think I'd settle for someone like you? "

You try to swallow the lump in your throat."T-then, why would you talk to me, every day? S-surely it meant, y-you wanted - "

"What?" He scoffs. "Revolting, seriously. You must be as dense as ever. No, Dottie. I'm not interested, but maybe my friends would like to take you up on the offer?"

"Gross, dude, no!"

"What is this? Giving us hand-me-downs?"

Hands gripping tightly around the drink, you fight back the tears forming in your eyes. "I -I'm not stupid! I know you call me Dottie because I'm all frumpy and dowdy looking, but my feelings for you are real! Because -and -and, why do you make sure everyone else doesn't pick on me?! What does that mean?"

He looks at you as he tilts his head to the side as if he was dumbfounded. "Frumpy and dowdy?" He smirks. "Is that what you think?"

"You told me!"

"Hmm? I don't recall."

"Naoya-senpai -!"

"Alright, kid. Stop bothering Naoya, you're starting to get annoying."

"Scram or I'll make you."

You shoot him one last pleading look, "Naoya-senpai . . ."

He yawns. "Get out of my face."

The drink drops from your hand before you sprint away, his friends' laughter gets smaller and smaller the farther you run away as your tears finally fall down your cheeks.

You weren't stupid. You knew what he'd say.

But, you were determined to get your feelings out there. To be strong like your Naoya-senpai. But, as the tears flow down your cheeks. . . 

You feel weak as ever.

After the confession, you'd think the students would laugh at you when you enter the hallways but to your surprise, they kept on walking. 

Did the seniors not tell say anything about your confession?

You went on your school days as usual, alone. No one would talk to you and you'd absent-mindedly stare out the window or mess with your phone. The different thing about here is you avoid all the places you'd usually bump into Naoya-senpai. You'd eat lunch with the teachers in the faculty room. You walk the alternative path to some rooms. You'd skip out buying something from the cafeteria just to avoid him.

And when it can't be helped and you end up in the same space as him, you'll walk faster and purposely sidestep him, before he even opens his mouth. This happens a few times in a span of several weeks.

Until Naoya-senpai caught you on the rooftop after classes, under a golden sunset.

"Sorry, I'll leave."

The senior was standing in the doorway and immediately blocks your path. You freeze and you glare up at him, to which he just snickers.

"Oh? Where did that come from? Gotten a little strong since - "

"I'm sorry for bothering you. The rooftop is all yours."

You try to get past him again but he only leans an arm against the door frame, looking down at you.

"Knock it off, bitch. Can't you see I'm trying to talk to you?"

"I don't want to talk to you."

He smirks, "I thought you said you loved me?"

Your hands ball into fists at your sides.

"What's that? Do you want to hit me, Dottie?"

There's that nickname again.

"Please, I would like to leave."

"Why? But you love me. Why would you ever want to leave?"

"Let me through!"

You can stand his constant insults about your lack of intelligence and appearance, but you find it hard to stand there and hear him make fun of your feelings. 

It hurts too much.

So you try and get past him again, but he grabs both of your arms in a tight grip and pulls you close in front of him.

Too close.

And he was angry. His eyes were raging boring holes into yours. For the first time, you were scared of him.

"Did you say those words just to spite me?!"

"W-wha - "

"You were lying, weren't you? You were trying to make fun of me? Me?!"

You can feel his hot breath and a few of his spit hit your face as he shouts at you, deafening. The tears start streaming from your eyes and you start to sob.

"Y-you're hurting m-me - "

"You think it'd be easy? To fool me? You're wrong, Dottie!"

"I d-don't know what you're t-talking a -about -"

"You tell me you love me, then avoid me?! Are you dense?!"

Your eyes widen as you gasp up at him. His face was red in anger. The sunset's colors paint his face along with it.

And you think, even in his rage, he looks beautiful.

"Naoya-senpai. . ."

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He asks. He's finally stopped yelling.

"You. . .rejected my feelings."

With that, he lets go of your arms. You rub them, certain that they'll leave bruises. 

"You're so stupid. Of course, I did."

"And I know you'd do that." 

He raises an eyebrow at you. "How so?"

"How? Because you bully me every day!"

Naoya-senpai scoffs before walking towards the fence and sits down. You follow him and sit down next to him. The two of you let silence engulf the space around you. The sunset was turning to a chilly evening and you watch as birds flock in the sky amongst the clouds. You can hear the voices from below, and laughter from children and teenagers in the streets. The busy roads. The vendors. The sound of someone dribbling a basketball. 

You were listening to all of it with your Naoya-senpai beside you.

You turn your head a bit to look at him. His blond hair softly flows in the wind as he stares off into the sky. His golden eyes reflected the night's colors and what was left of the orange sunset.

He flicks his eyes down to you.

"What are you looking at?"

You immediately stare down at your lap. 

"Naoya-senpai... You said you... .wanted to talk to me."

"Hmm."

You wait for him to talk more, but he said nothing else. Only the sound of the breeze greeted you. 

After some time, he finally speaks.

"Gift of god."

"Huh?"

"In Greek, "Doron" means"gift" and "Theos" means "God".  Thus, the word Dorothea is equivalent to the 'gift of god.'"

You give him a confused look, to which he clicks his tongue.

"You're so slow. Do you even read any books?"

"I'm sorry, I'm having trouble understanding what you want to say."

"Dottie.

Dottie is a shortened term for Dorothea. Which meaning is also, gift of god."

You gasp.

At first, from his words. Then, what he was about to do next? 

He raises his hand to play with the end of your hair, almost absent-mindedly. And you can't help but feel your heart beating up in your throat.

"I have no excuse for my actions, but I do know I can't stand to end a day without speaking to you."

Your eyes widen at his words, rendering you speechless. 

"You're not just messing with me, are you?"

"What?" You blinked.

"When you said what you said."

"What I said?"

His brows furrowed in annoyance, letting go of your hair. "That you loved me."

"Would I have gone through that trouble?"

Naoya-senpai leans his head into his hand as he watches you. "You know, you ought to be careful, Dottie. You can't go falling for people who are mean to you." 

"Well, nobody else talks to me."

He smiles. "That's good then."

"That's good?"

He shrugs. "I have you all to myself."

You blush at his words and clutch at your chest. "Are you, toying with me again, Naoya-senpai? You can say anything about me all you want, but I can't handle you mocking my feelings."

"And what would convince you otherwise?"

You stay quiet.

"Oh? What a slut."

"I-I didn't even say anything!"

"I didn't even say anything either."

"But you -!"

"Settle down. Men don't like it when women gawk, you know."

"I don't care."

"You don't? You should if you ought to be with me."

You whip your head abruptly back at him "Huh?!"

He suddenly takes your hand in his and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss.

You felt like your heart could explode.

"Naoya-senpai. . ."

"I think you should know, that I'll only hurt you."

"I don't care." You stare up at him with determination, eyes glistening with newfound hope.

"And I'll keep being mean to you."

"I don't care."

"But I'll make sure I'm the only one who does that."

He lets go of your hand to place his on top of your head. 

Your eyes grow wider, this time with your smile, "Okay."

Naoya-senpai gives you a smirk before standing up and waits for you to get up too. 

You follow his lead and the two of you leave the rooftop. Before you descend the stairs, you take one last look at the scene behind you.

This is where. . .Naoya-senpai made the effort to talk to you alone. where he displayed a rare kindness towards you. At the same moment, his captivating eyes mirrored the color of the sky.

"Hurry." The senior beckons.

This was where your heart was wholly his.

And his was yours. 

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i know naoya toxic and my writing and plot here was mid but I still love this anyway tbh

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[chosopie]

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]

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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#tw manipulative #tw breeding kink #tw pregnancy coercion #writings: thirsts #naoya zen'in x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #naoya zenin x y/n #naoya zenin smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen drabbles

[devoti]

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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[lightlycareless]

Hiii, can i request a scenario on how naoya (when he has reached a point where he loves wife!reader from an arranged marriage) would react to one day not being greeted at all when he comes home? It is completely silent, no response as he calls for her and is getting a bit worried as he starts searching the rooms. But then he sees her laying on the couch, shivering and sweating from a cold that’s so intense she’s barely lucid and can’t even tell he’s there and talking to her

Heya!!

So... I took some liberties when writing this, kind of went a completely different route (the sick part, alongside worried Naoya still remains though), it just occurred to me when reading your ask, but I hope it's still of your liking 🥺!!!

anyways, here are the warnings: mentions of death, miscarriage, a very concerned and overprotective Naoya, a bit of fluff, and everyone wants to spoil you rotten lol.

And without further ado, happy reading!

“Y/N, I’m home!”

Home.

A word he never really cared for, always considering it sappy, alongside the fondness that was usually assigned to it, which Naoya couldn’t think of as nothing but ridiculous, if not hilariously overrated.

For many years, Naoya thought that a home was simply the place that one was raised in and that’s about it. Nothing of the sentimentality others liked to apply to it, brag about it…

Until, of course, he finally came to understand what the word meant; why it was so special, and why it was important to have one.

A home wasn’t made by the people he knew as family, blood related, found in the place he was forced to be in since he was born, and probably die in—no; it’s the one that was made by the people of his choice, people he met through his course of life, connected with, and now, cherished.

Amongst them, you.

He considered himself lucky to have found the love of his life, a concept he considered so… foreign, impossible for someone like him, if not a stupidity of delusional people desiring more from life.

So was Naoya destined to think for the rest of his existence, condemned by his same family to live a life of loneliness, hatred, and die the same way.

But you’d come to show him otherwise, shockingly, and unexpectedly, and in such a way he couldn’t even put up a fight, completely surrendering to you and the wonderful feelings that being in love with you provided.

Now that he’s experienced them, he couldn’t find the reason as to why his family would ever reproach such beautiful thing as harshly as they did—or that he believed them in the first place…

Well, that’s not something that bothers him anymore; the Zen’in clan could continue on in their hard stuck ways for all he cared; he, on the other hand, plans to spend the rest of his days alongside the woman of his dreams, starting by today, finally back in your arms after days of being pulled into pointless missions after pointless missions, which he would not hear of for a few weeks—having earned a well-deserved break for his consistently good performance.

Naoya even prepared accordingly for the occasion, having bought gifts from all the places he’d been to, as well as ideated ways to distract you from the boring estate and his nagging relatives he knows you don’t enjoy being around with, only tolerating them because they were, well, your in-laws, his family—with exceptions of those you do get along, and for them, he’s grateful that they do.

Ah, he couldn’t wait to see you, your face, and the adorable way it brightens up whenever receiving him.

To tell you of his day while resting his head on your lap, with you passing your fingers through his hair, gently soothing his stresses away as you reassure him that he’s the best sorcerer out there, he’s just… unlucky to bump into lesser talented ones.

Get something to eat too, he’d like his favorite for a start, miso soup—and perhaps have you feed it to him? God, it’s been a while since both have done that, and it’s not because he doesn’t like doing it, or you for that matter, but rather, he doesn’t want to risk being seen by others, it has to be in the utmost privacy, after all! He isn’t to be vulnerable in front of his family!!

Oh, he needs wishes to see you—right now. And he’s absolutely sure you’re feeling the same way…

If so… why hadn’t you responded? Why hadn’t you come to receive him in the same manner you’ve always done?

Naoya knows that his schedule can be a bit… unpredictable, making it difficult for you to know exactly when he’ll come back home—but even then, it didn’t take you that long to meet him after announcing his return.

You’d always come to the entrance, no matter if it happened right that moment, or a bit later; you just… did.

But today… it seems that you opted to break the routine by taking far longer than you usually do.

He’d remain attentive to his surroundings, hoping to either hear your approaching footsteps or voice softly calling for him at a distance, yet as time went on, he was received with neither…. And Naoya only begins to grow more worried.

Your husband tries to not jump to the worst conclusion just yet, opting to think that you were perhaps simply caught up tending to the house, maybe even partaking in an unwanted conversation with one of his relatives and having trouble brushing them off—for no matter the times you’d reminded them that your husband was back, and you needed to be there to receive him, still acted as if it wasn’t that important.

Things that implied that even when running late, you were still ok.

Yet…

“Y/N!” Naoya calls once again, hoping for a change…

…

…

…

Silence.

It’s by this time that he decides it’s better to search for you than to stand around and wait for you to magically appear.

Naoya begins by going into the main wing, eyes scanning through the gardens, your usual place of leisure when not busy, where you’d calmly enjoy the diligently tended for flowers (the ones he had changed to your favorite as soon as he found out which ones they were) while snacking on something, or in the company of your loyal staff—if that were the case of your absence, he understood why you didn’t answer.

But he wouldn’t find you near any of the gardens, or anywhere in fact! A statement that weighed even heavier upon finding out that the staff was in the same predicament as him, for when he asked a nearby servant of your whereabouts, he was received with the following answer:

“We haven’t seen her” Naoya’s heart sinks.

“What do you mean you haven’t seen her?” he breathes. “Where could my wife—did she—did she leave the estate?”

No. You… didn’t. Because that’s not what you told him you’d be doing a few hours ago, after letting you know he was on his way back home; if anything, you replied with how excited you were to see him again and that you’d be eagerly waiting for him!

So obviously, their words didn’t make sense. But if so… where were you?

Naoya now frantically searched for you through every wing, room, space, chamber, closet, just— anywhere, literally anywhere you could be while repeatedly calling out your name in hopes of getting a response, or even a glimpse of you; he doesn’t care what at that point, he’s happy with either!

Yet, the longer he went on without an answer, the bigger his sorrow became, to the point where his mind was machinating nothing but the worst-case scenarios, slowly losing his inhibitions as he repeatedly wondered Where were you? How come no one has seen you? Did he have to escalate this situation?

Just—Where are you, Y/N?!

Thankfully, there would be no need to pursue bigger solutions for he’d get his answer soon enough after entering the east wing, passing through the living quarters, and arriving to the laundry room, one of the last places he’d thought you’d be—rightfully guessing so, for you were there, apparently washing whatever garments you had pending, which you hadn’t been able to wash due to a variety of unknown reasons…

But far from feeling elated to have found you, Naoya felt as if whatever he had left of his heart was effectively broken, which felt short compared to the way he found you.

“Y/N!”

The sight that received him is one that will remain imprinted in the back of mind: you were laying on the floor, on your side, tightly clutching to your stomach as you breathed heavily, eyes tightly shut while groaning in what Naoya could only interpret as pain.

As if his worries weren’t through the roof at that point, this last conclusion is what urged Naoya to hastily make way to your side, swiftly kneeling to your level as he calls out for you once more.

“Y/N—Y/N” He’d breathe, firmly yet carefully placing his hands over you with intentions of picking you up, but his hold falters when his fingers briefly graze your skin, making him gasp in return. “Y/N you’re—you’re burning!”

This would be the only time you’d respond to him, barely able to move your head onto his direction, slightly opening your eyes to see him, a gaze that shows how much pain you were going through, barely able to understand what was going on, except for gently breathing the word that makes his heart squeeze out in pain.

“Na—Naoya…”

Any hesitation is effectively thrown out the window by that point, picking you up and rushing you towards their shared bedroom, all while barking orders to the nearby staff, demanding them to call for a doctor, as quickly as possible, unless they wanted to be jobless by the end of the day!

The staff reacts accordingly, and a few minutes later, the family doctor arrives to the estate, guided to your room and seeing that you were already being tended to, or at least that’s the idea he gets from the dampened towel on your forehead, undoubtedly in efforts of lowering your fever—which unfortunately, had been for nothing.

Well, he was there now, and he didn’t waste time either to get to work, quickly assessing your condition by the apparent symptoms, starting by your temperature, the color of your skin, and even the way you reacted to him while doing so, completely uncooperative—apparently, whatever put you in this state had evoked great instability from you, thus the doctor found it necessary to put you under sedatives.

But even when he was able to quickly gain control of the situation, the doctor still couldn’t arrive at a proper conclusion, less when the people around you had an even smaller idea of what struck you.

“I—I don’t know.” Naoya would respond, angrily, frustrated—and rightfully so. How come none of the servants had noticed your absence? Or worse, hadn’t seen anything that could hint as to what your sickness was about?! “Can’t you just—help her?!”

“That’s what I’m trying—I can’t help her if I don’t know what I’m dealing with.” The doctor responded as calmly as he could, but even he had to admit that everyone’s seeming ignorance annoyed him as well. “But I can still say that this seems much more than just a simple… sickness.”

“What do you mean?” Naoya frowns, the doctor looks at the nearby servants, tasked to be on stand-by if needed.

“I’d like to discuss this in private.” He tells them.

The servants don’t wait for Naoya to repeat the order before they’re already out the room and away from their earshot; a request that while didn’t raise any concerns from Naoya —if anything, he was glad their pesky, useless presence, was finally away from you— the doctor’s face was quick to convince your husband that something far worse than what met the eye.

And this made Naoya’s nerves reach a new limit.

“I told you; I don’t know what happened—” Your husband is quick to defend, believing the doctor was to interrogate him once more, only to be interrupted.

“You don’t need to tell me for me to know what happened.” He interjects, Naoya’s eyes widen.

“I’m lost.” Naoya scowls. “Stop talking cryptically and get on with it!”

“I’ve seen these symptoms before, Naoya. And as I said, these are not from a simple sickness, an allergy or any of the matter” He takes a deep breath. “I heavily suspect she was intoxicated—and not accidentally, but rather, intentionally.”

“Excuse me?” Naoya frowns.  “I told you to stop talking in riddles, say what you—”

“Poisoned, Naoya. I believe your wife was poisoned.”

Naoya’s world comes to a screeching halt.

You…

You were poisoned.

According to the doctor, you—You were attacked, besieged, with malicious intents.

Taken advantage of in the one place you’d never be on edge, your home, the same one he had repeatedly reassured your father that you’d be safe in—the Zen’in estate, home to the prestigious Zen’in clan! There was no safer place in the whole world! There couldn’t!

No one— no one wouldn’t dare do such a thing here—they knew better! Naoya would force them to now better…

Yet, someone dared to commit this transgression against you.

And to make it all worse….

Almost got away with it.

Who would even think of doing such transgression against you?! You?!

You had no quarrels with anyone, and even when you did, you handled things in such an amicable way just so you’d live peacefully, free of nonsensical arguments—you had no space for them in your life!

And yet, this still happened, and right underneath his nose….

There’s no doubt that he’ll put an investigation into order to find the bastard responsible for your suffering, and once he does, he’ll make him regret his existence, to the point he’ll have him begging for mercy—and even then, it wouldn’t be enough for Naoya.

However, that is something that will have to wait until he knows you’re safe, healthier, which the doctor had slowly began to help you with by giving you something that will immediately trap the poison from being further absorbed by your blood—activated charcoal, so he remembers— as well as some other prescriptions for side effects he wishes to prevent.

“Your wife was very lucky to survive, have you waited a second more—”

“I wasn’t waiting.” Your husband immediately responds, offended by his wording. “I wasn’t aware of this until I returned.”

The doctor presses his lips together, taking notice that throughout his whole visit, Naoya has never left your side, nor freed your hands from his.

“And I’m not surprised.” He silently admits.

Naoya hates the notion the doctor was implying, that this was an inside job. But considering the odd behavior of the staff, their seeming ignorance of your location and your status… it all pointed to that same conclusion.

The boiling fury inside him grows bigger.

“How could this be?” Naoya seethes.

How could someone get this far, this close to you, and no one suspecting a thing?

Your husband might’ve reproached the way the doctor expressed himself, but there was an undeniable truth behind them; he truly was lucky to have gotten back home just when he did, for had he taken a second longer, just one, you could’ve die—

Outside of that, the second most important question regarding this whole situation was…where was your staff? Why, of all days, were they absent?

Naoya is confident that if Mariya, your closest confidant, had been around, this would’ve never happened in the first place; the moment she saw anything out of the ordinary, she would’ve pulled all the stops and acted accordingly.

Yet, she was nowhere to be seen, and this makes Naoya both highly suspicious, and furious.

Where was she?  Where are the rest? Why would they leave you in your most needed time? Did they plan this? Plot against you?! Where the hell could they possibly—

“They’re going to be away for the weekend to visit their families.”

He suddenly remembers; you told him so earlier that week through a text.

“Will you be ok?” Naoya also remembers asking; he didn’t feel happy knowing you’d be alone without your most trusted staff.

“It’s just a few days, Naoya. Besides, they deserve a break! I don’t want them to get tired of me, you know?”  you laugh. “But you better come back quickly, ok? Just because they’re not around doesn’t mean I like being alone…”

“I won’t take long. I promise.”

If only he’d kept his word…

Well, if that was to be the answer to their absence, then it wasn’t fair to hold any level of animosity towards them, a weight being lifted from his burdened shoulders upon realizing your staff could strill be trusted in.  

Now all that was left to worry about is finding the culprit… and the status of that too.

“Is she ok?” Naoya would ask.

“She is, I managed to—”

“No, I mean… that.” Naoya’s voice hints to a silent agreement between the two. “Is… that ok?”

The doctor quickly catches what he means, affirming so by a nod. His reassurance lifts an immeasurable weight from his heart, even greater than the alleged betrayal of Mariya and the rest. One less thing to worry about.

“What now, then?”

“Since the damage was limited, to say the least, it won’t be necessary to move her to a hospital, however—”

She’s still in danger. Naoya concludes. More so if the attack came from someone inside… And what makes him think that just because he’s back they’ll stop trying?

If anything, seeing how close they got, they could try once again!

The mere thought is enough to push him into taking what is perhaps the most radical decision he could’ve taken in this situation, something that might come to torment him in the future, but until then, he won’t care, not even a bit; not when he had your safety to worry about:

That is… Naoya fired everyone, effective immediately.

He took no heed if any of them had been serving the family for years, if they were close friends of his father, or if their livelihood would be affected— Naoya just wanted them out of his sight, the estate, and as soon as possible, less they wanted to receive more of his anger, before continuing with the rest of his plan.

Due to the gravity of said situation, Naoya knew he had to contact your family; he also knew that you would’ve refuted the idea as soon as he mentioned it to you, not wanting to worry them if you’ve truly been attacked, but he couldn’t do this to your father; not when he was amongst the few people in the world he knew had your wellbeing as utmost priority— as well as holding a great amount of respect and appreciation for him, specifically for the way he welcomed him into your family.

Eiichi, your father, had to admit that getting a call from the Zen’in estate that didn’t come from you surely surprised him beyond any comprehension, and yet, that would be nothing compared to the shock he’d get upon knowing the motive behind said call; Naoya swore he almost heard your father passing out, or at least, in the process of.

“Poisoned?!”  Eiichi gasped, tightly clutching onto the phone—he might’ve as well passed out and dived into a nightmare! “Is she ok?! Where is she right now?”

“At the estate, with me—the doctor didn’t think it necessary for her to be hospitalized since he was able to stop the poison from spreading any further, but she still needs rest.”

“And the baby?”  the referenced secret between Naoya and the doctor; your pregnancy.

“Fine.” He breathes, swallowing. “The doctor didn’t tell me of any damage done to the baby…  but I’m—I’m still taking her to the doctor, just—just to be sure.”

“How could this happen?” Eiichi laments, heart breaking not only for you, but for Naoya as well. Your father knew all too well what it was to lose the love of his life, a pain that he would never desire on anyone, not even his own enemies…

One that he could slowly begin to hear in Naoya’s voice; oh, he could only imagine the pain he was going through, or what waited for him if he had lost not only you, but his child too.

But, well, the worst is over… at least for now.

“Someone from the staff did it.” Naoya declares, Eiichi’s heart sinks even further. “But I’ve taken care of it, I’ve fired everyone.”

And your father, contrary to Naoya’s relatives, did not question him. If anything, he seconded his decision, because had he been in your husband’s shoes, he would’ve done the same thing.

“Was her staff involved?” Your father asks, feeling a slight… anger with the idea that the ones you greatly cherished could’ve plotted against you.

“No, they were not; in fact, they were out of the estate when all this went down.” Naoya responds. “But I know that if they had been here, this would’ve never happened in the first place.”

“Bring her here, with me.” Eiichi immediately suggested, Naoya blinks, startled by the idea, if not against it.

“Father—"

“We can take care of her while she’s recuperating, take her to the doctor too. I’ll make sure that she has everything she needs. And not to misjudge your staff, or lack of, but the people here would never hurt her—they’ve known her since she was a child! There won’t be another safer place for her to be than here, Naoya. At least…  until she’s better.”

Previously, Naoya would’ve questioned the veracity of his words, done all he could to prove you were much better with him, but after this occurrence… he had to agree.

As much as it hurt him to know you’d be away from him, especially when you were pregnant… he knew this was the right decision to make. He couldn’t expose you to another similar situation—not even if he got a completely new staff… or if you didn’t want to leave.

So, Naoya accepts Eiichi’s suggestion, alongside buying him a ticket for the earliest available flight to Kyoto; a few hours later, your father would arrive to the estate, rushing to your side, keeping you company while tending to your every need as Naoya prepared everything for your departure.

When you eventually regained consciousness, you were (although a bit surprised) overwhelmingly elated to see your father visiting you, for it had been so long since you’d seen him, probably around the time you announced your pregnancy!

However, that excitement would soon diminish when Naoya told you why he was there… alongside the cryptic explanation of your “sickness.”

“It was an allergy.” Naoya would say, not wanting to stress you by the fact that you were intentionally poisoned, although that excuse did little to stop you from doing so. “Rare, but it can happen, especially with pregnant women.”

“An allergy…? But I didn’t…” you frown.

“It happened to your mother, once.” Eiichi followed Naoya’s lead. He hated lying to you, but… he concurred that keeping you safe, both mentally and physically, was worth doing so. “It’s nothing but hormonal changes, so don’t worry much about it.”

“I guess…” you frown, pressing your lips. “But that still doesn’t explain why I have to leave.”

“We need to check what caused your allergy” Naoya responds. “It might be something about the food, the flowers, or even the wood; I rather you be safe than to go through that scare again.”

“But is… all this really necessary?” Naoya gives you a tight smile and a nod. “Naoya, I—"

“It’s not all bad, Y/N.” Naoya says.

“Besides, don’t you want to spend time with your papa? It’s been so long since I’ve spent time with my adorable pumpkin!” Eiichi laments.

“Dad!” you gasp, flustered by his words. “Don’t—don’t say that in front of Naoya…”

“What? It’s true! And that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do since I learned I’m going to be a grandfather!”

“Stop it!” your face becomes redder. “You’re embarrassing me!”

Naoya chuckles; it’s not like he’s seen you in… worse situations. Or better?

“But… I guess a visit is overdue.” You eventually concede, Naoya and your father sigh out of relief. “Though what about Mariya, Haruko, and Hitomi?”

“They’ll go with you, if you want.” Naoya says; he doubts they’ll say no, especially after knowing of the whole fiasco that occurred when away, might even offer themselves before he suggests the idea.

“If I didn’t know any better, sounds like you want me gone.” You jest, Naoya frowns. “It’s a joke, of course…”

“There’s nothing more I would like than you staying here, but until we figure out what caused that reaction from you, I’d rather not risk it.”

“It’s only temporary, Y/N. Besides, look—I brought you gifts!” Eiichi says, taking out the bag he brought from home seemingly out of nowhere, filled with things he knew you’d love, such as sweets, your favorite mochi’s of course, alongside some plushies that would always brighten your day when you were a child. “And there’s much more back home…”

Naoya can’t help but feel relieved you had your father for support, but at the same time, a bit jealous and, well, threatened. Not for bad reasons, of course, it was simply because how the hell did he not think of bringing you gifts first?!

“Dad… you’re embarrassing me in front of Naoya.”

“Ah, that’s a parent’s bane, isn’t it? To always embarrass their children—you’ll see what I mean when you both have your baby.”

Perhaps the main reason why you ended up agreeing to leave was because your pregnancy did not seem affected by your supposed allergy; had it been you would’ve refused to leave your husband’s side!

… Well, you still would’ve refused either way, but perhaps a bit more. You hate the idea of being away from the father of your child for too long, after all.

“I don’t think so—Naoya and I are going to be the cool parents, you’ll see.”

“That’s what your mom and I thought, and look at me now, can’t even say anything without you telling me I’m embarrassing you!” Eiichi says, you chuckle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mom was cool! You were always the funny one!”

Naoya smiles.

Now he knows for sure that there’s no safer place for you to be in than with your family, even if that were to be on the other side of the country…

After Naoya prepared everything for your departure, the three eventually made way to the exit, where you and your father would bid their last goodbyes.

“Won’t you accompany me?” you ask, a slight pout on your face, he smiles in hopes to cheer you up, but really, he felt miserable.

“I want to, but I can’t.” He explains. “I have to deal with this as fast as possible if you’re to come back quickly.”

“… Will you visit me over there, at least?” you frown.

“Yes. As soon as I have a chance, I’ll go see you.” Naoya promises.

It had all been too soon, just a few hours ago he arrived at the estate, and now, you’re leaving. Naoya laments that he couldn’t spend a day with you before your departure… but he guesses this to be a rightful sacrifice for your well-being.

“I wouldn’t dream of keeping away from my wife and baby for too long.”

At those words, Eiichi couldn’t help but frown out of sorrow.

It wasn’t fair that neither of you had been able to enjoy this wonderful occasion as you should.

He still remembers the excitement in your voice, the glint in your eye, and the beaming smile on your lips when announcing your pregnancy—alongside the nerves that came with it, of course, which Eiichi eased by reminding you and Naoya that their enthusiasm was nothing but indicative they were already on their way of becoming the loving and supportive parents their baby needed.

But as excited as both were, Eiichi had to cruelly put a stop to their celebrations, especially after Naobito was made aware of this, who wished to proceed by announcing the news to the whole community.

“I have to disagree, Naobito.” Eiichi would be the first to reject the idea, much to everyone’s surprise—yours, specifically.

“And why is that?” He’d ask back, not understanding why the father of the expecting mother, of all people, would be the one to reject so.

“It’s best if Y/N keeps her pregnancy a secret, at least… until it’s undeniably noticeable.”

“But… why, dad?” you asked. This was a moment of absolute joy, to be treated as such! So why did he intend to keep it a secret? Was he… disappointed?

No. Never. He was nothing but happy to see you happy and become a grandfather himself for the first time in his life!

But as a man of his years, he’s learned to be cautious of how said blessings are to be celebrated, as well as seen his fair share of happiness turn sour… things that Eiichi would rather take upon him than allow them to ever befall you.

“Because there’s people out there that might try to hurt you—or the baby.”  He’d explain. “Naobito cannot not deny this, but if anyone hears that you’re pregnant with the Zen’in heir’s baby, those that want to hurt the Zen’in clan, or our family, will see this as the perfect opportunity to do so.”

“I’d never allow such thing, rest assured, there’s no safer place than—” Naoya quickly interjects, wanting to reassure your father, but Eiichi was set on his warnings.

“I wouldn’t have said this if I didn’t see it myself.” Eiichi reminds him, Naoya swallows. “We live in a highly competitive world due to the nature of our families; I’ve lost my wife because of this! And I’d be damned to allow it to happen again to my daughter.”

He hated to remind you of the harsh truth; hated to see how your face would sadden, the excitement for your first child, his first grandchild, quickly disappearing…

“Why would someone do that?” you murmur, frowning.

“They wouldn’t dare—I’ll make sure of it.” Naoya hisses.

Eiichi remained silent, sad for you and your husband. Because even if you’ve experienced first-hand what it is to lose someone through these matters, both have yet to fully understand the extremes those supposedly loyal to them can go to if properly incited. Especially for someone who had so much to lose, just as the elite members of prestigious Zen’in clan.

Even then, your father would not allow such pain to reach you, not the same way it almost did to him and your mother, so, he insisted you keep these news secret from the world—and if you must, only if you must, reveal it to your most faithful ones; the rest could learn when your stomach was too big to deny.

If you do so, keep your baby hidden from the world, safe from those that harbor nothing but pain and sorrow… all will be fine. Eiichi promises so.

…

Or so, that’s what everyone hoped would’ve happened, because if there’s one thing to be learned from this incident, is that no matter how cautious you were, word of your pregnancy still managed to land in the wrong ears, and now, were actively against it.

The question no longer pertained as to how, but rather, who; who was the author of this terrible act?

The notion that someone of Naoya’s relatives, indirectly informed through Naobito’s… drunken rambles, soon crosses the minds of your father and husband. If so, it would make sense as to why they’d use an innocent staff member to do the deed, keep their hands clean of the whole situation, instead of going to bigger extremes.

It’s the most probable of the theories, but they could not annul the following: jealousy from the servants.

Naoya considered that statement to be the most delusional one your father could’ve gathered, but he’d be wise to remember how others perceive him—or more like what he represented. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched that others would desire what he had, or him, in some cases. And naturally, you’re an obstacle to that goal, your baby even more so…

It wasn’t fair, but it was your reality.

Nonetheless, Eiichi and Naoya will still do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

“It’s just for a few days, pumpkin.” Your father would say upon seeing the sadness in your face, which remained even when reassured that Naoya would be with you as soon as possible. “Besides, you’re going to see your brother and sister too—they’ve missed you very much, you know? They’ve been wanting to spoil you and their future niece, or nephew!”

You smile, it’s good that even when in the storm, your family is still able to exude happiness. You could only imagine how enthusiastic they’d be when the baby was finally here.

“I know… I missed them too.” You admit, before looking over to Naoya one last time. “Well… I hope that whatever is keeping you here is quickly dealt with.”

“You won’t even notice I’m gone.” Naoya promises, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about anything—before you know it, you’ll be back at the estate, with me.”

That’s a promise he unfortunately, doesn’t know if will become true inside the promised timeline, but will do anything in his power so it does.

Either way, it’s safe to say that Naoya did manage to keep one part of his promise—and that would be the one where he reassured you wouldn’t even notice his absence, done through sending you endless amounts of gifts, every day, effectively filling your room to the brim with all things he’d knew you’d like, and some for baby too: from clothes for you, to cute onesies he’d like his baby to wear when she was finally here.

“You still think the baby is going to be a girl?” you’d ask through one of the many videocalls he’d make—one daily, at the very least. “Wait a minute… you better not have spoiled me!”

“I just know” He reiterates with shrug; you roll your eyes. “If not, then I’ll have lots of things to return.”

“Well, if it’s worth anything, I also feel like our baby is going to be a girl.” You smile, warming up Naoya’s heart. “I can’t wait to meet her—I just know she’s going to have your eyes!”

“Or yours, I hope.” He longs, you blush. “Have you been eating well, my love?”

“Yes; and no allergies yet.” You explain, Naoya feels relieved—at least the problem didn’t follow you there. “Maybe I was just unlucky that day, Naoya… Are you sure I can’t return to the estate yet?”

“Not until I’m sure you’re going to be safe here.” Naoya responds, and while his words are meant to be comforting, you can’t shake off the sense that something worse happened; that something far bigger than a simple allergy had struck you, specially with the way your staff and family would act around you, going as far as denying you of any information pertaining to the Zen’in.

But… if your husband had a reason to not say anything now, then the best you could do is trust him. The truth will come out eventually, you suppose. So instead you could focus on other pressing matters.

“Well, at least don’t send me too many gifts.” You continued. “While I appreciate them, between you and my father, I don’t think my house has enough room to store all the things you’ve both given me.”

“Who’s given you more things? Me or your dad?” Naoya nonchalantly asks, you gasp.

“Naoya! That’s not the—take it seriously! Control yourself with the gifts, ok?” you say, he chuckles, but ends up agreeing; at least until the topic has quieted down, because there’s no way in hell he’s going to let your father win the upper hand like that one day ever again. “Or at least save them to when I’m back at the estate… which I hope is soon.”

“Almost there.” Naoya says. “Just a few more things, and we’ll be together once again.”

… even if the answer was to be the same, you still needed to ask.

“Is… everything ok?”

Not precisely, not when he has yet to find out the one responsible for all this…

But he’s gotten a lead, an idea of where to start, of who to hunt—which he knows he’ll find in record time thanks to the fury he harbors, further motivating him to do this as quickly and precisely as possible just so he’d have you back home, with him.

“Nothing you should worry about.” He reiterates. “Just keep focusing on your health, the baby, and not doing anything strenuous.”

“I’m just pregnant, Naoya… nothing extraordinary. I still want to help around., you know?”

“I know, and you’ll be able to do that and more in due time, but for now, keep safe, for me, ok? And our little mochi.”

“When will I see you again?” you ask again, hoping that perhaps this time around, the answer will be different.

“Soon.” He promises. “Soon, my love.”

Once he deals with the bastard that hurt you.

Naoya will give them nothing but a glimpse of the sorrow and pain they’d put you through, his fury—make their life a living hell, make them regret the foolish idea that they could ever get away from it; and still, he doesn’t think he’ll be satisfied with his revenge.

He’d want more, he’d want everyone to know that his family are not ones to mess around with.

He’d burn the whole world to set the message across if necessary—and that would only be the bare minimum for you, the love of his life, and now, his baby…

His home.

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Arrangements (Naoya Zen'in x Reader)

Contains: face slapping, hair pulling, degradation, breast kneading, power imbalance, kneeling, oral (m receiving), keeping cum inside, breeding kink, p-i-v sex, face fucking, choking.

Hello! This is something I wouldn't normally write, but my dear friend that shall remain nameless requested I write a 'Deeply Heterosexual Reader Fic' with Naoya for her! I hope this turns out alright and that I managed to capture Naoya. I have a couple others that I plan on working on next, but if anyone else has anything they'd like to see (xreader or otherwise) let me know and I will consider writing it! Please reblog and give feedback if you enjoy, thank you!

You found yourself seated at the Zen'in household, across from one of the most insufferable man you'd had the misfortune of meeting. It was unbelievable to you that you'd gotten yourself into this odd mess.

Naoya Zen'in, next in line to head the Zen'in Clan and a potential husband for you. You hadn't met him before today, but you'd heard more than enough about him from those around you. The whispers had spoken about his handsome looks and self absorbed personality, not to mention his overt misogyny. Wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt, you'd agreed with your father to meet with him. As much as you wanted to help your family by trying to marry into this clan, you thought this man might just be too insufferable.

For the half hour he'd been sitting with you, he'd only spoken of himself and the assorted complaints about his family members. Every time you'd tried to speak up, he spoke over you or just ignored your input.

The goal of today's conversation was for Naoya to assess if you were an acceptable potential wife. An 'heir-bearer' you'd heard him call you before he walked into the room. Yet he hadn't asked you a single question.

"I don't understand why Daddy pays so much attention to her, she left! I guess you can't expect any brains from a woman though, why else would she leave?" Naoya said, once again going on about one of his cousins.

You'd had enough of his mindless ramblings. He barely let you introduce yourself and you doubted he even remembered your name. Sitting down your teacup and standing, you decided you've had enough of his attitude.

"Going so soon? Good, someone as dull as you doesn't deserve to bear my heir anyway," Naoya barely even glanced your way as he crossed his legs and brought his teacup to his lips.

Quickly turning to face him, you knew your face was red with frustration and anger. He looked as smug as ever, paying you no mind as he continued to sit and sip his tea. Usually it took more than a little goading to get under your skin, but Naoya had somehow found the quickest way to piss you off.

"God will you shut up already? You're so rude, all you talk about is yourself and breeding an heir! This is supposed to be about the potential merger of families, not using me as stock to breed!" you were truly fuming. It was a mystery to you how you ever thought this would go any other way.

During your little rant, you'd rounded the table dividing you both to stand next to him. You'd positioned yourself in the same way one would imagine a mother scolding a child, hands on your hips.

Naoya smiled to himself before sitting his cup down and standing. When he turned to face you, you felt some of the fight leaving your body. Standing your ground though, you looked up at his smug face indignantly.

You were so focused on looking as intimidating as possible, you hadn't notice his hand. So the sharp slap to your cheek shocked you. The skin tingling and the force causing you to break eye contact.

"You really must be dumber than you look if you think marriage between the two of us would be anything other than your servitude to me. I know your little family is having trouble financially, instead of coming to me as a man, your father sent his daughter with the nicest pair of tits to try and seduce me. Do you really think you have a say in this?" Naoya was deceptively calm in the way he spoke, as if he hadn't just slapped you, as if he wasn't seething inside from the way you'd dared to speak to him.

Bringing a hand up to your stinging cheek you stared in shock at the man before you. Feeling tears prick at your eyes from the force behind his palm, you set your jaw and stood up straighter.

"Of course I have a say! Just because you're a pretty face with a lot of influence doesn't mean you can just go around getting whatever you want. Especially not from me, we're done here," you ended your attempt at defiance with a shove to his broad chest.

As you stepped back to leave, you felt a hand quickly close around your forearm. He was faster than you'd anticipated, pulling you back toward him causing you to stumble into his chest. His hands steadying you in front of him before another sharp slap to your cheek.

"Bold of a bitch like you to put her hands on me. It makes sense that you would be so desperate to touch a 'pretty face' like mine, how else would someone as useless as you get so lucky?" Naoya's grip on your arm was bruising.

You weren't sure how things had so quickly dissolved to this. Your intention to leave had all but disappeared inside you, replaced by an intense desire to fight with the man in front of you. The man that already was holding you still, you knew he was much stronger than you even without the use of jujutsu.

"I told you to shut up! I have no desire to touch you other than to beat the shit out of you. Get your hands off of me you asshole," you were becoming more frustrated with each passing second you stood here with him.

Naoya tipped his head back and laughed, the sound a bit jarring compared to his earlier behavior. His hands moved quickly up your arms to grip you tightly at the shoulders. He squeezed you tightly as if trying to compress you.

"Oh you really are funny. Thinking you can tell me what to do, when the only thing you're good for would be bearing a child for me. Now that I look at you more closely, maybe you do have an acceptable form. Your hips could certainly support a child of mine. Why don't you do the shutting up for me?" Naoya's voice went from condescending to suggestive as he spoke.

Before you could say anything else you felt Naoya press your shoulders down, pushing you down to a kneeling position. You tried to resist the downward force, but he was stronger and you didn't want to get slapped again.

You felt your knees touch the floor as one of his hands fisted tightly into your hair. The hand still on your shoulder squeezed before moving to hold your chin in his hand and gripped your cheeks.

"Naoy-!" you tried to speak in protest, but he shoved a finger into your mouth. Whining at the intrusion you tried to move your head away but the hand in your hair kept you from moving.

Frustrated, you bit down on the finger in your mouth. Naoya ripped his hands back, you could see the rage building in his eyes. Another sharp slap against your cheek was his only response. Closing your eyes upon impact, you tried to get away from his grip again.

The sound of a zipper in front of you filled you with dread. You opened your eyes to see Naoya pulling out his half-hard cock. He pressed the tip against your lips and without prompting, your mouth opened to suck lightly at the tip.

"Oh that's it, nothing shuts up a slut like you quite like cock from a powerful man. You talk and complain about me but as soon as you're on your knees you turn into the slut I've known you were this whole time," Naoya was still talking as he slid his cock further into your mouth.

The fact that he was still rambling annoyed you, but not as much as how turned on you were getting. Naoya was a very handsome man, and the control he had over you in this moment made you wetter than any other time before.

You felt your lip press against the material of his pants as the tip of Naoya's cock hit the back of your throat. Gagging at the intrusion, you tried to properly suck his cock but again you were stopped by the hand in your hair.

Looking up you saw him staring down at you condescendingly, just like earlier. Only now a slight flush dusted his cheeks. You wanted to wipe the smug look off of his face but didn't know how to in this position.

The hand in you hair tightened and held you in place. Without warning, Naoya started fucking into your mouth at a quick pace. His cock wasn't long enough to fit down your throat but it still made you gag from the force he used.

Instead of using your hands to push him away, you brought them up to grasp his strong thighs. You relaxed your jaw and let him use your mouth for his own pleasure. As much as you didn't want to admit you wanted him to use you. Pulling his thighs closer, you tried to urge him to fuck your mouth harder.

At the feeling of your hands on him, Naoya's hand in your hair tightened. You could feel his thighs tremble slightly. A soft groan came from above you as he shoved your head down further on his cock and held your face there.

Naoya held your head down, lips pressing against his clothes at the base of his cock. Breathing was difficult as your mouth was filled and his cock unmoving at the back of your throat.

He suddenly, harshly pulled his cock of your mouth, your chin now a mess of drool with how harshly he gagged you on his cock.

"Look at you, so desperate for me to fuck your mouth that you almost made me cum," Naoya spoke as he dropped your hair and caressed your cheek with his hand. "But why would I get off in your mouth when I could just see how well I can breed a bitch like you?"

The hand on your jaw forced you down further, pushing your body back. Following his lead and obvious want, you laid back onto the floor. Almost all the fight had left you when you looked up to see his flushed face and eyes full of lust.

Naoya followed you down to the floor, kneeling in front of you as you lay back in front of him. He spread your legs at the knees, your skirt rolling up to your waist. His hands sliding up your plush thighs to grip your ass and pull you closer to him.

You gasped as he wasted no time preparing you, choosing instead to stretch your legs to the side. You squirmed a little at the sensations of his hands moving you. This all felt very unreal, it was supposed to be a lunch date, not Naoya Zen'in fucking you on the floor!

"Are you worthy of being bred by my? You must since you came all the way here," Naoya taunted, breathlessly as he pulled your panties to the side, not bothering to undress either of you.

You whined at the sensation of the tip of his cock rubbing against your untouched clit. Neither of you realized how wet you were until he slid through your folds with ease.

Without warning Naoya sunk his cock into your pussy slowly, groaning at the wet heat around him. A moan leaving your lips as he stretched and filled you up.

Naoya immediately began fucking into you at a fast pace, his cock rubbing up against that spot inside of you with every thrust. His face no longer looked condescending, more focused as he stared down, watching the way your pussy squeezed him.

"Fuck, it's like your body was made just to be fucked and filled with my seed," Naoya moaned as he reached up and tore at the front of your top. He ripped it clean in two, tearing the fabric and exposing your breasts to him.

Leaning down over you to fuck deeper into you, he reached up and grasped hard at your breasts. Your moans bled into whimpers as he kneaded the flesh, his fingers digging into soft plush skin.

The sensation of his fingers digging into your skin paired with how hard he was fucking into you was too much for your sensitive body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, causing his hips to stutter as you pushed him deeper inside of you, both of you moaning at the slight change in angle.

His pace picked up even more, thrusts now frantic inside of you. The hands on your breasts squeezed tighter, so hard you were sure they'd be bruised after.

Naoya leaned down again, his face brushing against yours. You almost thought he was trying to kiss you but his lips fell on your neck, sucking and biting into the soft skin. Each bite punctuated by his low moans in your ear, You could even feel the cold metal of his piercings digging into your cheek.

The mix of sensation had you falling apart under him quickly, you just needed something else to help you over the edge. As if he could sense your urgency, Naoya trailed a hand down between the two of you and began to trace rough circles around your clit.

Your mind went blank as you felt yourself tighten around him as you came all over his cock. Digging your nails into his clothed back, you tilted your head back and squeezed him closer with your legs.

A few stuttered thrusts and Naoya followed you into bliss and was filling you with his hot cum. Though his thrusts slowed, his grip on your breast didn't lessen at all causing the sensitive flesh to become sore. You whined at the pain as he slowed to a stop inside you, no longer distracted by his cock ramming into you.

Pulling his head away from your neck, Naoya propped himself up on his arms and stared down at you again.

"Maybe you are worth keeping around, we aren't going to be finished here until I've fucked at least one heir into you."

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[onismdaydream]

naoya zen'in who loves to show off what is his, what others could only ever dream of having. it's why he brings you to the clan meetings even though you have no status there. you're meant to sit there, looking pretty and obedient and perfect — another accessory for him.

he revels in the attention you bring him, the way the men in the room can't help but stare at you. they watch in jealousy as naoya touches you however he wishes with no resistance from you. quiet and pliant, just how he likes you. you don't flinch when he shoves his fingers in your mouth or gag when he pushes your head down on his cock. naoya has trained you well and they all want their own little pet like his.

you're simply a beautiful doll for the head of the zen'ins to play with.

#um. im not sure what this is. #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #naoya zenin #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #perce.doc #.jjkai

[derangederensimp]

You’re Mine (Naoya Zenin x Reader)

Jujutsu Kaisen Smut

CW: Degradation, Slapping, Hickeys, Exhibition, Breeding Kink, Creampie and some Fluff in the end.

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Pulling you away from the crowd and ushering you into his office a little ways away from the event. “What did I tell you about looking at other Zenin clan members?” Naoya said, sitting down and crossing his arms as he stared you down, accompanied by that arrogant grin he always wore. You stood a few paces back from his black leather armchair that sat directly center of the room as he demanded to be the center of attention no matter where that was, even if it was inside your own home. You’ve been married to Naoya for exactly 2 years and have yet to produce a child and to the elders lack of knowledge it wasn’t because you had trouble it was because Naoya wanted to spend time with just you as his wife first.

He may be an asshole to everyone else but you, you were different. The day he met you he was a completely different person behind closed doors and you at first thought that just a manipulative tactic as you heard all the other candidates chosen for him all left the room in tears. “Why exactly were you giving Toji those eyes y/n” He asked, bringing his elbows to sit on his knees as he put his head into his palms. Twiddling your fingers behind your back as you tried to think of a response. “Naoya, I have no idea what your talking about. I would never lay eyes on another man” you said, looking directly into his gaze.

The grin once more forming just after he bit softly on his bottom lip. “I think it’s time you finally learn your place as my wife. Stay where you are and if you even move your head I will punish you.” He said standing up from the chair. Looking at him in confusion watching him as he walked past you. If you had eyes in the back of your head you would’ve seen the hand coming towards your ass. The sound echoing in the room as you bit down on your lip trying to hold in the sounds you so badly wanted to let out. Looking over your shoulder you weather as He looked out of the room before closing the big wooden doors locking them before turning back to walk back in your direction. You thought he didn’t catch you looking but he did.

“Get on your knees. Now” He spoke softly into your ear sending waves of electricity down your spine and a pooling between your legs as you knelt before him. Sitting back down into his chair he put his finger out signaling you to come towards him. Crawling on your hands towards him and stopping just before getting between his legs. “Did I say to stop there?” Grabbing a handful of your hair in his fist and pulling you closer to him, a whimper leaving your mouth. He stared down at you with hungry eyes, slipping his pants down with his free hand releasing his hardened cock. You watched as it slapped his stomach making your mouth water. “By the look on your face it seems you wanted me to catch you looking at Toji, you wanted me to fuck you like a dirty little slut you are. To show everyone your mine, Didn’t you?” He asked, tightening his fist more with your hair but still allowing you to inch your face closer and closer to the base of his cock. Instead of responding you just bit your lip.

“Didn’t you?!” He asked once again, his tone more aggressive yanking your head back pulling you away from him. “Y-yes” you moaned out. The answer seemed to please him as loosened his grip just enough to let you lick up his shaft, gaining a moan out of him which only made your clit tingle. Taking his cock into your hand as you spit on the tip to begin stroking him. Licking the slit to gather the precum already beading out as you continued to stroke him. Placing your lips on the tip before opening up your mouth and taking him inch by inch slowly. He must’ve not liked the pace you were going because he let go of your hair placing his palm just on the back of your head as he shoved down on you making you choke. “That’s right, choke on my dick” he groaned out, setting you to a pace he liked.

You could hear voices from outside the door as you bobbed your head from base to rip and released it with a pop sound. Looking up at Naoya as you slapped the tip on your tongue as you reached your free hand between your legs trying to get your own pleasure. “I see what your doing y/n, You like the thought of someone hearing us in here… better yet you like the thought of Toji hearing you. And I’m going to make you scream from my cock” he said, scooting the chair back as he stood up. Bringing you to your feet before placing kisses along your neck, picking the perfect spots to leave hickeys visible for everyone to see once you two joined the event once again.

He found the zipper on your dress pulling it down and slipping the straps off your shoulders making it fall to the ground revealing just your bra as you weren’t wearing any panties. The grin forming back on his face as he took in your body feeling down your sides. “My wife being such a slut, what if someone out there was able to tell you didn’t have anything on under this dress hmm? Was that the plan? That’s just too bad for them, your cunt belongs to me” He said while reaching his hand down to your soaking heat. Coating his fingers in your fluids before putting them to your lips. “Lick” he said, biting his lip as he watched you stick your tongue from your mouth licking and then sucking lightly on his fingers.

He held your hand as he lead you over to the couch across from the well lit up fire crackling. Taking in your beauty before he laid down. Unbuttoning his shirt and opening it so you didn’t soak it with your fluids. “Get on top baby” he said, his tone sounding sweet as you straddled him like he instructed. Placing your hand on his shoulder as the other explored the rest of his muscles. Looking down at him as a smirk grew on your face before trying to lower yourself onto his cock but instead meeting resistance from his arm. “Nice try, but your not getting any cock till you beg for it” he said looking at you with hooded eyes. “P-Please Naoya” you melwed out beside his ear, feeling his cock twitch from under you.

“Mmm not good enough, try harder” he said. Removing his arm from under you to allow you to follow straddle him, his cock between your folds as he grinded your hips against him allowing you to feel some pleasure. Putting your head back as his tip bumping your clit repeatedly making you moan out his name over and over begging for him to be inside till he finally snapped. Holding you up some as he lined himself up with your entrance and slamming you down onto him. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you screamed out. “That’s right, scream from my cock. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk right and everyone- especially Toji will know I fucked you so good. Maybe I’ll put a baby in you” he groaned out as he thrusted into you from below.

Watching your facial expressions at each thrust as he set a pace for himself. He didn’t care that you were clenching on his dick or your repeated pleas for him to slow down. Once he was in his grove there wasn’t stopping him or so he thought. You landed one good light slap to his face breaking him from his concentration as he peered up looking at you with fire in his eyes. “You’ve done it now” He said agitated, Pulling himself out of you and flipping you onto your stomach pulling your ass up into the air. Grabbing a fist of your hair and pulling your head back “Don’t you ever think of slapping me again, you got that?” He said, you weren’t able to reply the way you wanted as he slammed his cock into you once again making your thighs shake but this time instead of pumping in and out of you right away you allowed you to adjust to this new position.

Reaching his hand under your body, thumb on your clit as he rubbed circles in it. “Your so fucking tight, I just love your pussy so much” Naoya grunted out as he began slowly pumping in and out before picking up the pace as your moans of his name encouraged him to go faster. He knew just as much as you did that you both were being loud and instead of trying to muffle the sound he added more to it by slapping your ass hard with the hand that once was tangled in your hair. His fast pace and hard thrusts made you inch closer and closer to your climax as you felt the pressure in your stomach begin to build. “Y-you feeling really good N-naoya, please make me cum” you managed to get out between your gaps for air.

“You don’t cum until I give you permission too, you got that. Your taking me so good. Such a good girl for me but I haven’t gotten my fill of your pussy just yet but once I do I’m going to breed you, filling you to the brim with cum and watch it drip out” He moaned out feeling your walls tighten around him once again. Changing the position of his hips slightly and fucking into you, hitting the right spot over and over driving you to the edge as you tried to hold it together. “I- I have to cum Naoya. p-please” you cried out as you were getting closer and closer to your release. Another element of overstimulation added as his response was to slap your ass and then pinching one of your nipples between his fingers.

Just as quick as the overstimulation started, it ended quickly as an emptiness was left between your legs. Desperate for friction you looked back to see Naoya just stroking his cock as he stared at your dripping cunt. Flipping onto your back again as you began to pleasure yourself, Naoya growing jealous at the moans leaving your mouth since they weren’t caused by him. He hovered over your body as he pulled your legs up and resting them along his chest as he slid into you once more making you feel full. “Who’s pussy is this?” He asked as he set his pace again. “yours, a-all yours” you moaned out as the tears started to well up in your eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. Look at you taking my cock so well and being so behaved now” he groaned. You being pushed over the edge from his cock hitting your G spot repeatedly in this new position.

“I just love watching it go in and out of you. You make me feel so good. I think it’s time I let you cum hmm baby?” He said looking into your eyes putting a thumb under your eye to wipe away the stray tear. “C-cum together” you said as he let your legs go back down and hovering his face over yours. “Of course, you've been good and as a r-reward I’m going to pump you full of my cum. Finally give you a baby yeah?” Naoya grunted out between each thrusts now becoming sloppy as he was reaching his edge. “Yes, P-please fill me with your cum” you said, your walls clenching tightly around his length as the both of you came.

Pulling out of you he sat on his knees waiting for it to start seeping out of you. Licking his lips at the sight and gathering his cum on his fingers and slowly pushing it back into you and holding his finger firm inside. “Don’t want any to go to waste” he grinned at you while you still attempted to get your breath back. He stayed this way for a few minutes before taking his fingers out and putting them to your lips. “Clean me up please?” He bit his lip. Licking his fingers clean and smiling up at him. He leaned his face close to yours before planting a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you y/n, now let’s get dressed so we can go out there and end this gathering. Soon I’ll be ready for round two and I want to take you everywhere in our house” Naoya said buttoning his shirt back up as he walked over to your dress and helped you slip back into it and lastly putting his own pants back on.

Holding your hand as he walked to the big doors and unlocking them pushing them open as a crowd of people stood outside cheeks all flushed red as they heard the whole thing. Toji snickering to himself as he knew by the walk you had that you were absolutely ruined. “Well I think this sums up this year's gathering no? Please see yourselves out” Naoya said before picking you up and carrying you bridal style to your shared room. Setting you onto the bed as he ran a bath for you. Coming back and stroking your cheeks with his thumbs before placing his head onto your forehead.

The bath was big enough for the both of you so you let him get in first before you so you could lean your body against his. Sitting between his legs he got your hair wet before massaging in shampoo and kissing your cheek. Once a lather was formed he rinsed it out and let you set your head back into his chest. “I wasn’t too hard on you, was I? I was just blinded by jealousy, I suppose but your mine and I needed to remind you that again.” He said massaging your shoulders. “No, it was perfect” you smiled as you felt your eyelids grow heavy. The smile still on your face as your planned worked accordingly. Your surroundings fading into bliss as he continued to massage parts of your body and his soft nibbles along your neck.

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[luvreyn]

ECSTASY

NAOYA ZENIN X F!READER

WARNING: abuse, death, violence, blood, insanity  

"Strip."  Your husband, Naoya Zenin, commanded while looking at you with lust in his eyes.

You don’t deny him; you already know what will happen if you do, but you can't help but wonder what went wrong as he kisses you so harshly.

You wonder as you look at the ugly bruise he left on your body in the mirror.

"What the fuck is this?" He said it in disgust, spitting out the tea you made for him after making love—no, not making love—sex. (You’ve always been so naive, dear, you could hear your mother’s voice.) Sex to conceive a new Zenin that could rival Megumi and have Zenin’s techniques.

"Te-"

"I know it’s tea, you idiot," he hisses. "How you manage to make tea so disgusting is beyond me."

(Then it hits you: everything has been wrong from the start. From the moment you were arranged to be married to him)

"I’m sorry-"

You flinched when he slammed the door, muttering useless under his breath.

Such is the life of being married to the Zenin Clan.

Such is the life you live as Naoya’s spouse.

You can’t leave him. Not just because he’s right that no one else will love you, and not just because you’re carrying a Zenin, but because your fucked up heart loves him.

But you despise him just as much as you love him.

You want him to live as much as you want to kill him.

And so the only option is to leave, but you can’t leave. Although, he can leave you if he so wishes.

You wish he did. You wish he did. The only way you’d be free of this terror is if he left.

That’s why you did nothing to warn them of the incoming danger that Maki poses or stop Maki from slaughtering the devils that tormented you every second of your life just because you were born a girl.

Seeing Maki single-handedly make them pay excites you.

And...

"Help me, you bitch!" Naoya shouts at you. He lies on the ground, bleeding. His anger is familiar, but your wrath has been building for years, begging to be unleashed after all the years of abuse and humiliation. "What are you waiting for!?"

Maki looks at you, face expressionless, as she leaves the room. Naoya is not worth her anger or emotions anymore, and he’s not hers to end. You know that. Maybe this is her final gift to you.

Your cheeks warmed.

Maki-sama, you’ve always been kind.

You smiled sweetly at your dear husband, grabbing the small knife you hid in your obi as you approached.

"Took you long enough-’

Naoya’s eyes widened in shock when he saw the glint of the knife. He opened his mouth to shout—to say something to stop you—but it wasn’t enough to stop your wrath. It wasn’t enough for you to stop. You stabbed him repeatedly. "Die, die, die!"

You’re not sure when he died exactly when you stop. Your clothes and hands are drenched in blood, your arms hurting from the effort you put into stabbing, but oh, the sight of his blood is ecstasy.

first and probably the last i’m gonna write about him cuz i don’t like him hahah but inspiration strike so tadaaa

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[eiflawriting]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀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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