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grammmarli · 2 days

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「 RAIN WALKS... OR NOT 」

synopsis: just a lovely walk in the pouring rain with a guy who could care less about you, or so you think

pairing: zenin naoya x gn reader

tags: fluff, profanity, vulgar language

word count: 1k

"Tch... I don't get why I had to come along with you in the first place."

"C'mon! It'll be fun."

"Fun, my ass. Can't you be fucking reasonable for one second and—"

"Being reasonable can wait!"

What had originally been a mere grocery trip with Naoya turned into a rainstorm when, all of a sudden, it started to pour. Hard.

To hell with Naoya's handsome looks and freshly shampooed hair that afternoon. You immediately went and dragged him by the arm and out of the comfort of shelter.

"It was either we waited for the rain to stop or walked in the rain. And knowing you and your nonexistent sense of patience, you wouldn't pick the latter. So~! Therefore, I went ahead and made the executive decision for you," you said with a proud smirk.

Naoya's voice dripped with sarcasm as he sneered, "Well, congratulations on mastering the art of being an idiot, like always. No shocker there. Maybe next time, use that genius brain of yours to make decisions that actually make sense."

His sarcastic remark hung in the air, but you were having none of it—or instead, you were already used to his antics. It was quite refreshing, actually. Even as the rain poured, he still wasn't letting up.

With a mischievous grin, you let go of Naoya's hand and cupped your two together, collecting some rainwater, and, with a single motion, you threw it directly at the Zenin, colliding with Naoya in a triumphant splash of victory.

His clothing stuck to him like it was soaked in sarcasm, and his once-confident countenance gave way to one of astonishment. His mouth hung open, and his face slowly shifted into one of plain disgust.

"You were saying?" you smirked. "Hmph. Now you're soaking wet, just like I am."

"You..."

But before he could say another word, you once again grabbed him by the hand and led him, walking together on the sidewalks as the rain continued to pour down on them.

"Let's go. My house isn't far, and we can dry off and freshen up a bit. After all, we just brought some groceries from our haul."

Naoya gruffed in response, but he didn't resist, even as you pulled him along by the hand like he was a dog. How pathetic.

But it was something that Naoya, for some reason, felt oddly at ease with...?

As cold as it was while walking in the rain without an umbrella or even a hood to block the water from your face, your hand was still oddly warm. It was much smaller and softer than his, a stark contrast.

He was unable to take his eyes off of you. It was only because you were in front of him, dragging his hand like a guide. Yes, that's right. Where else was he supposed to look? Down?? A Zenin like him would never.

But amid all that, there was something about you that entranced him. Was it the rain? Never. That same pathetic rain was ruining his perfectly styled hair he had just for today with you—though that would be something he would never tell to you straight.

Or was it the way how you always managed to defy expectations just to do whatever the hell you wanted? Perhaps.

...Or maybe, it was—

"Here we are!"

Great. That wretched shriek that, god forbid, came from a human being, was back.

Just as you and Naoya arrived in the empty home, you threw off your shoes and left the wet bag of groceries on the carpet to dry.

"Make yourself comfortable," you mused, unclothing your jacket.

"Ugh."

Naoya peered closer, only to see the clothes that you were wearing, or rather, what was under them. The thin t-shirt you were wearing was nearly close to being see-through.

Naoya was close to making a fire of his own—using his own rage, that is.

Did your dumbass seriously not even fucking notice?! What if it was someone else who saw you like this!? Would you have been so stupid then with them?

"Here."

The next thing he felt was a towel on top of his head, and your face was right in front of him. You had a small towel of your own wrapped around your neck to keep your wet hair from dripping onto the floor.

Your hands came abnormally close, and with your eyes focusing on him and him only, you used your hands, grasping the towel sitting on the top of his head to dry his hair.

He flinched. "What the—"

"Hold still," you commanded. "Your hair is soaking wet."

"Well, you were the one who wanted us to walk in that dang rain to begin with," he grumbled.

You blinked once and then twice before yanking his hand off, forcing his arms to his side so that you could finally get to what you wanted to do. "Then, just let me do this."

"...."

For whatever reason, Naoya was silent. It was sort of peaceful, really. Feeling your hands comb through his hand with an expression of concentration.

The ruffian creature eventually relaxed, even to the point where he closed his eyes and let out a content sigh as your fingers played with his hair. If it weren't for the towel covering most of his face, he would've ratted himself out—revealing a rare vulnerability.

To even begin to think that the Naoya Zenin would suck up his pride and let someone else even touch him, but he was also secretly pleased—even if his arrogance wouldn't allow him to admit it. He tilted his head back a little closer to your chest and lowered his posture, permitting you to have an easier time tending to his damp hair.

Naoya smirked, rather pleased with himself.

Look at him. He was being far too kind to accommodate you.

No one else would've had the oh-so-magnificent pleasure of drying his hair. So you had better savour it.

You both lay there silently for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company as you continued to dry his dark hair with a towel as Naoya held his body still. That is, until you suddenly stopped. And you could've sworn that you heard a noise coming from Naoya's mouth, but you didn't push it.

"There," you said happily. "All dry! Hehe, now how about that?"

"...Just this one time."

Your hand stilled for a moment before continuing your gentle strokes. "Huh?"

"You're the only one I let do this. So savour it," Naoya said, his voice softening for a mere second, only for him to split back into an expression of aloofness.

You smiled before moving your hands again. "Then I'm flattered."

You weren't about to tell him about how you could see everything from the very beginning. He would never let you hear the end of it otherwise.

Guess it'll just be your little secret.

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yuutx · 8 days

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑, 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 ! (𝒵𝐸𝒩𝐼𝒩 𝒩𝒜𝒪𝒴𝒜)

zenin naoya x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ size kink ﾉ breeding kink ﾉ multiple orgasms ( f ) ﾉ oral sex ( f receiving ) ﾉ fingering ﾉ choking ﾉ spanking ﾉ degrading kink ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮꒰◌ .๑. ꒱ა

i dnt think 've ever spoken about how much i love naoya . . liek i kno most people hate him but 2 me he is just ? ! ? ! so irresistible 'n so perfect ? ! art credits go to the wonderful @/sso_s__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

Naoya's calloused hands traced your curves, the pads of his fingers leaving light touches across your skin. His breath tickled your neck, the warmth of his exhale making goosebumps rise across your body, tingling sensations rippling down your spine. "Naoya.." You breathed, your voice low and soft, a breathless sigh escaping your lips. His touch was gentle, almost feather-like, a stark contrast to the way his hands usually roamed your body. His fingertips were rough and dry, his palms calloused and coarse, but they felt good against you, the friction leaving trails of heat wherever they roamed. He knew where to touch you, what buttons to push, how to make you writhe in pleasure beneath him and beg for more. He was an expert when it came to your body, and he relished in the knowledge. He reveled in the fact that he could bring you to orgasm so quickly and easily. He adored the fact that he could make you scream his name and cry out for more. And, god, he loved the way you looked when you came undone. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hips, his mouth trailing up and down the column of your throat, his lips brushing over your pulse point, his teeth sinking into the skin. He sucked and nibbled on the area, the sounds of his ministrations echoing throughout the room. It was a symphony of lewd noises, the melody of his breathing mixing with the sound of your soft gasps and quiet moans. The music was a melody to his ears, a harmony of passion and lust, and it only served to fuel his desire. You could feel his erection pressed against you, the bulge throbbing and twitching, the outline of his cock clearly visible even through the fabric of his kimono. He was hard and eager, the tip of his member dripping with precum, his body hot and feverish.

His tongue licked a trail up the side of your neck, the muscle swirling around your earlobe, the sensation causing your back to arch, a loud moan slipping past your parted lips. "Fuckkkk.." He growled, his lips capturing your own, his teeth biting into the flesh, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth. The kiss was messy and wet, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, tasting every inch of you, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you firmly in place. His mouth left yours, his lips dragging across the line of your jaw, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. "Mh.. wanna fill you up with my seed, doll.." He mumbled, his breath hot against your skin. He sucked on the skin behind your ear, his teeth nipping at the spot, his hands sliding up your sides, his nails digging into your ribs. "Wanna breed ya s' bad.. fuck.." His hands found their way under your shirt, his palms pressing against the flat planes of your stomach, his thumbs stroking the smooth skin. His fingers danced across your chest, teasing the mounds of flesh, pinching and pulling at the pert buds, the sensation making your head spin. His hands were all over you, groping and squeezing, his fingers tweaking and teasing, the sensations making your core burn, desire pooling between your legs.

"God, the way ya squirm is s' fucking sexy.." He purred, his tongue flicking over the shell of your ear, his breath tickling the sensitive flesh. His teeth tugged at your earlobe, his tongue darting across the cartilage, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. "Such a naughty little whore.. S' needy for me.." He cooed, his voice dripping with honey, his hands sliding down your stomach, his fingers ghosting across the surface of your skin. "Want me to fill ya up? Want me to breed ya like a bitch? Hm?" He hummed, his hands palming the mounds of flesh on your chest, his teeth sinking into the curve of your neck. "Yeahh, gonna stuff that hole.. pump ya full of my cum.." He breathed, his hips rutting against you, his length grinding against the fabric of his kimono, the friction driving him wild. "Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, baby girl? Bet you'd fucking love it." He growled, his hands roaming up and down your body, before scrunching up the material of your shirt, tugging it upwards. He pulled the article of clothing over your head. "Y'look so fucking beautiful like this, y'know? With yer tits hanging out, s' fuckin' delicious." He purred, finally deciding to shed his clothes. He untied the sash holding his kimono together, the garment quickly tossed to the floor, revealing his sculpted figure, the toned muscles rippling underneath his skin. Your eyes widened, taking in the sight, your core throbbing, a familiar ache forming in the pit of your stomach. You needed him. You needed him now.

He took notice of the way your pupils dilated, your gaze fixated on his toned abdomen. "See something ya like, doll?" He asked, his voice dripping with amusement, his cock twitching beneath his pants. He pulled the fabric down, his length springing free, the swollen tip slick with precum. You could feel his erection rubbing against your clothed core, the head brushing against your entrance. He pressed his palm against the apex of your thighs, the heel of his hand grinding against the damp fabric of your panties. "God, you're fuckin' soaked.." He grunted, his fingers sliding underneath the material, his digits pressing against your slick folds. "Bet you'd take my cock like a pro, huh?" He mused, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, the pad of his finger moving in small, teasing motions. "Mhm.. so wet.. so needy.. S' pathetic, really." He teased, his fingers parting your folds, the tip of his index finger circling the entrance of your hole. "You want this?" He asked, his voice husky and deep, the sound sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, a soft whimper leaving your lips. "Y-yes..please.." You breathed, the word leaving your mouth in a whisper, the syllables barely audible. "I'm sorry, doll, I can't hear ya.." He teased, his tone taunting, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "P-please, Naoya, I want it.. please.." You pleaded, your voice wavering slightly, the desperation evident in your tone. His expression changed, his eyes darkening, his lips curling into a smirk. "That's more like it, princess." He chuckled, his fingers thrusting inside you, the digits curling, his knuckles pressing against the top of your walls.

His movements were slow and steady, his rhythmic pace building up the pressure inside of you, your body aching with need. Your hips rocked against him, your body grinding against his, your folds sliding against his skin, the friction causing the muscles in his stomach to tense. His fingers moved deeper inside you, the digits hitting a certain spot within you, the sensation causing your back to arch. Your core pulsed and clenched around his fingers, a moan escaping your lips, the noise echoing through the room. His fingers curled inside of you, his digits curling and uncurling, the feeling making your eyes roll back. The tension within you grew, your muscles tensing, your nerves screaming for release. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was bringing you to the edge, pushing you closer and closer to the precipice, his movements never ceasing, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Your breathing grew ragged, your chest heaving, the sound of your labored breaths filling the room. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightened, the pressure building, the sensation becoming overwhelming. "N-Naoya.. I-I'm close.." Your voice trembled, words barely able to leave your lips. "Yeah? You gonna cum for me, doll? Already? Must've been desperate." He cooed, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smirk, his tone teasing. You nodded, the movement making your vision blur. "C'mon, cum for me.." He ordered, his voice stern and firm, the authority in his tone causing a spark to shoot up your spine. He crooked his fingers inside you, the tips rubbing against the walls of your core, the pads of his digits brushing against your sweet spot. Your body tensed, your muscles seizing, the tension within you reaching its peak, the coil inside of you snapping. You came undone, your juices coating his fingers, your eyes rolling back, a loud moan tearing through the room. "Good girl.." He praised, a sudden loss of his fingers leaving you feeling empty. "Ya taste s' fucking delicious, doll.." He moaned, lapping up the juices on his skin. The sight made your core ache, your body still riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your chest heaved, your body quivering, the feeling of ecstasy washing over you, the euphoria clouding your senses. "Mm, gotta give my favorite bitch what she deserves, don't I?" He said, a low chuckle reverberating through the room. His fingers hooked onto the waistband of your panties, the fabric slipping off, his hands groping the supple flesh of your hips. "Fuckin' love the way you feel in my hands, y'know? S'like yer made just for me."

Naoya's thumbs pressed into the curves of your hip bones, his fingers digging into the mounds of flesh, the feeling making your back arch. His hands roamed up and down your body, his nails raking across the smooth skin, his teeth biting into the plump skin of your inner thigh. His tongue darted across the surface, the wet muscle sliding across the expanse of flesh, before dipping between your folds. The action made you gasp, the feeling foreign and unfamiliar, but it wasn't unwelcome. "Gotta get ya nice and ready for me, princess.. You outta everyone should know how big I am.." He murmured, his breath fanning across the surface of your core, the warmth of his exhale making your stomach tighten. "And, fuck, yer already so tight.. Don't want ya to hurt yourself, do we?" He questioned, the statement laced with mock concern. His mouth was inches away from where you needed him, his tongue tracing patterns on your folds, the sensation making your body tingle. Your hands tangled in his hair, the locks threading through your fingers, the strands surprisingly soft. Your thighs wrapped around his shoulders, the movement pulling him closer, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit. "Ah, you want this?" He questioned, the words muffled by your sex, the vibration of his voice making you squirm. "Yes..p-please, Naoya, please.. need you.. you always make me feel good.." You whined, your hips rocking against him, your thighs squeezing around his face. "I'm gonna ruin ya for anyone else, doll.." His tongue flicked at the juices pooling at your entrance after he spoke, his mouth closing around your clit, his lips wrapping around the swollen bud. Exquisite bliss washed over you, the feeling almost too much to handle. His tongue was relentless, the muscle moving with precision, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. Your toes curled, your back arching, a whimper slipping past your lips. "So fucking tasty.. shits fucking delicious.."

Mumbles and mutters left his lips, your body buzzing with the need to cum again, the sensation growing stronger and stronger with each passing second. His tongue slipped inside you, the appendage moving in and out, his jaw flexing with each movement. He tasted every inch of you, his lips suckling and his tongue swirling, the movements making you dizzy. "N-Naoya! Gonna cum, I'm gonna- a-ahh f-mmm..!" You cried out. The pressure in your abdomen snapped, your walls spasming, your juices gushing into his mouth. His tongue glided over the expanse of your folds, lapping up the fluid, his eyes gazing up at you. His irises were filled with hunger, his pupils dilated, his jaw clenched, his lips coated with your essence. His bare cock was flowing with precum, the veins throbbing, the tip flushed red. The sight alone was enough to make you come undone once more. He licked his lips, his tongue swiping across his skin, before pulling away, the feeling of his absence making you shiver.

His hands gripped your thighs, throwing one over his shoulder, the limb shaking. He positioned his length at your entrance, the head nudging at your folds. He looked up at you, his expression smug, his lips twisted into a smirk. "You ready, princess?" He asked, his voice taunting and teasing, his tone playful. "P-please, I-I can't take it anymore, Naoya.." You breathed, the words coming out in a strangled whimper. "I-I cant.. I-I need it, p-please.." You stammered, your body trembling, your hips rolling against his length, the tip slipping between your folds. "A-ah..!" You gasped, his member stretching you, the feeling foreign but not unpleasant. His hand came up to grip the base of your throat, his fingers pressing into the skin. "Look at me." He squeezed your neck, the pressure making you lightheaded. "Keep your eyes on me, got it?" You nodded quickly, your mind in a haze. "Yes, s-sir.."

Naoya then pulled his hips back, his length slowly entering you, the thickness spreading your walls, the stretch burning. "F-fuck.. s' so fuckin' tight.. swear ya get tighter every time.." " He muttered, his jaw clenched, his teeth gritted. His eyes met yours, his gaze unwavering, his brows furrowed. His thrusts were slow and steady, his shaft moving in and out of you, hips rocking forward and back. "M-mm.. f-faster, p-please.." You begged, the words leaving your lips in a desperate plea. You couldn't bare the slow pace, your body aching for more. He obliged, his pace increasing, his cock ramming into you. You couldn't help the moans that spilled from your lips, the noises echoing through the room. "Greedy, greedy girl, aren't ya? Always wantin' more.." A loud slap echoed through the room, a sharp sting radiating from your thigh, the impact leaving a bright red mark. "F-fuck, yer pussy's so tight.. feels like heaven.. Fuck.. S' a fuckin' masterpiece, a work of art.." He groaned, his hand gripping your thigh, the nails digging into the supple flesh. Your walls clenched around his length, the action drawing a gutteral moan from his throat. "Y-yeah, squeeze me, doll.. show my cock how much you need it.." He grunted, his hips slamming into yours, the tip of his member hitting the sweet spot inside of you. Your body wracked with pleasure, the feeling almost overbearing, your entire being on fire.

"G-god, I'm so close.. G-gonna cum inside, doll.. gonna fill ya up.." He panted, his thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy, his movements losing their rhythm. Your muscles clenched, your walls pulsing around his shaft, the coil inside you threatening to snap. "Naoyaaaa, p-please, please.. cum in me, breed me.. fuck me full.." You whined, the words tumbling from your lips in a broken mess, your vision blurring. Your climax approached quickly, the world around you becoming a blur of sensations. You felt as of you were on cloud nine, fucked out of your mind, your body tingling with craze. It wasnt until your insides were filled with his sticky semen that the world finally returned to focus, your walls fluttering around his cock repeatedly. "Yeaahh, take it.. take Naoya's cum.. 's perfect, you know? Made for each other." You moaned in response, your mind swimming in a sea of pleasure, your body limp. Your heart raced, your breathing heavy, your entire being numb. Naoya was quick to recover, his stamina unwavering, his length still hard inside of you. He smirked down at you, his gaze filled with amusement, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Think ya can go another round, doll?"

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chuluoyi · 11 days

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

when you loved me

- zen'in naoya x reader

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

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

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

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"How... how could you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The woman he loves has given birth to his child.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, that's why...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A girl,” you sniffled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now everything clicked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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drak3n · 4 months

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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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bas-writes · 20 days

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JJK MEN WEARING A SEXY COSTUME FOR YOU

featuring: gojo, ino, takaba, naobito, geto, toji, higuruma, ijichi, nanami, choso, naoya, shiu, kusakabe, sukuna, yaga cw: ambiguous reader, suggestive themes a/n: various ideas were stuck with me since i saw this sukuna fanart by @clumsyraccoon and i finally put them together in my online notebook; i finally got myself to write my underrated husband takaba too, yay!

100% into that

Gojo

What is sex if not fun? Sticking to one outfit or doing stuff butt-naked would be boring and boredom is the last thing Gojo wants to have incorporated into his sex life. He's the one bringing this up, actually, one day appearing in the bedroom as a sexy nurse. He changes costumes more often than his everyday outfits, until he gets bored and returns for a while to the classic naked routine.

what he would wear: literally anything. he would fuck even in a fursuit

Ino

Sweet boyfriend Ino has quite a kinky side to him and likes to experiment. You're proposing, he's in, no questions asked—and gods above, he feels amazing while dressing up for you. Rather than coming up with ideas, he lets you dress him however you desire; he prefers costumes to be tied to his submissive strike.

what he would wear: sexy bunny costume, catboy/puppy attire, lingerie

Takaba

He takes to costumes and crossdressing like a duck to water, he's a professional, after all. No shame and no restrictions to imagination found—and he loves to roleplay while in costume, so be ready to be encouraged to wear a matching one. Takaba is pretty flexible when it comes to adapting to your whims, so whether you prefer a submissive femboy or a leather daddy, you will have it.

what he would wear: he's down to anything you propose but personally loves burlesque the most

Naobito

He has a huge crossdressing and role reversal kink, and he lets you know about it beforehand—he can't imagine sex without a little dress up game from time to time, so if it's a big no for you, you won't be compatible partners. He doesn't expect you to wear a costume as well but will be delighted if you play along, especially with his favorite geisha & customer game.

what he would wear: traditional feminine japanese attire

likely

Geto

Himself, Geto is rather indifferent when it comes to what he's wearing (or not) during spicy moments. But he likes to spoil you in bed and to nurture your kinky side, so he will take a mental note whenever you come up with dressing-up or roleplay ideas, and strike when you expect it the least despite the slow build-up he prepares on the way. He leaves a trace of his schemes, lets you run into clues, like browsing history or a receipt "recklessly" left on display. You will know what awaits you—but never for sure and never when.

what he would wear: priest attire, sexy bunny costume, nurse costume, latex, lingerie

Toji

What are some clothes in comparison to all those wild and weird things he's done with all those women for a place to stay. He even likes it but he's usually just too lazy and believes that, in the end, the simplicity and naked bodies are the best. So, sometimes you have to coax him into wearing what you want—but for Toji there's no such a inconvenience that couldn't be bribed with a bowl of good ramen or a blowjob.

what he would wear: leather, uniforms and working clothing, cosplay

Higuruma

He's just unsure if he's more into that or into the overwhelming embarrassment he feels when you put him into a costume. He hasn't done it with previous partners and, on top of everything, no matter how hard he tries, he can't quite click with roleplaying, if it comes with the costume. In the end he almost always caves but he definitely feels more confident in outfits that don't require coming up with acting.

what he would wear: suits, uniforms and working clothing, priest attire

Ijichi

The thing about him is that he just...doesn't have heart to say no, and once he finds himself in the middle of situation, in crushing majority he's so much into that he scares himself. Dressing up at least doesn't come with the aftertaste of "in the end, it did awaken something in me". Prefers to be dressed up like a doll rather than coming up with costume ideas

what he would wear: crossdressing, sexy bunny costume, catboy costume, cosplay of female characters, maid costume

rather unlikely

Nanami

He just...doesn't get the appeal. Will do it for you, if you insist really hard, but it's a special kind of a treat and you won't get it often. Once he gets into the attire though, he's dedicated to his task for 100%. Nanami never does his job half-heartedly, if you want to have a sexy maid, you will have a sexy maid to the tiniest detail.

what he would wear: leather, suit or uniform, maid costume for crossdressing & role reversal roleplay | i actually did write something about the latter...

Choso

Poor soul, it's almost too embarrassing for him. He blushes so hard he gets scarlet-red all over his face, stutters and ineffectively tries to bolt from the place where you attacked him with your ideas. Why do you want him to do this, it's weird, he looks weird, why can't you two have normal sex? Eventually gives up if you pester him long enough but he gets so submissive about it it's almost more adorable than sexy.

what he would wear: any cute attire. he looks surprisingly good in cute, lolita fasion inspired dresses

Naoya

He's rolling his eyes and scoffing even before you finish explaining him your idea. It's ridiculous, you are ridiculous, if you hoped he will do as you please and put that hideous outfit on (after all, anything that hasn't been chosen by Naoya himself is hideous by definition). He has more pride and praise kink than braincells, though, so he will cave just to show off. He loves it but he will rather be skinned alive than admit it to you.

what he would wear: if you stroke his ego hard enough, he will literally wear anything, even the most stupid outfit possible

Shiu

A sly smirk dances on his lips when he's listening and counting how many favours he can squeeze out of you in exchange for what you're asking him to do. He never explicitly says yes or no, so you're not sure whether he hates the idea or quite contrary; it's always an exchange of goods for him and you need to be prepared for hard negotiations.

what he would wear: oh baby, that completely depends on how much you're willing to pay for your whim...

you need a miracle

Kusakabe

If you thought Choso is the peak of embarrassed blush, look at Kusakabe's face when you show him the bunny ears you bought in a sex shop. He stutters and talks way too loudly, has no idea what to do with hands, paces around as he explains why absolutely never and why did you even bring this to him, is this a joke and if it is, then a very not funny one. Will, reluctantly, try, if you're pleading long enough, as conscience gnaws on him and calls him out for being a coward.

what he would wear: sexy bunny. once. never again until you effectively bribe him

Sukuna

You really have the gall to ask him for such things in the first place—but, luckily for you, he loves when you're being bold. Just don't overuse your special privilege if you don't want to have it revoked and face...consequences. Be patient, he will wait for the right moment and eventually reward you for your assets. It's an exceptionally rare moment, so treasure it.

what he would wear: leather, uniforms, genderbend cosplay of female characters

Yaga

He's too old for this, leave him alone. The best that you will squeeze out of him is one of the suits he doesn't wear anymore but doesn't want to get rid of it either. And still, as soon as the matters get closer to sex, he will just take it off.

what he would wear: he's a hopeless case, let him be the boomer he wants to be or else he will ruin any outfit for you

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good wife

naoya zen’in x reader, wc: 2,750

cw: nudity, p in v sex, arranged marriage, mentions of reader being pregnant, children, death, manga spoilers, MDNI

a/n: this was a concept i’ve had on my mind for a while. title from good wife by kacey musgraves. dividers by @anlian-aishang

Ever since you were young you knew you were destined to become a wife. Your family was well connected and sought after within the jujutsu community, so it was no surprise that when you came of age, and as your father’s only daughter, talks of your future marital status began.

Your father wasn’t completely insensitive to your position though. In fact, he agreed to a binding vow that relinquished any say you had of who you would marry, giving him absolute control of the decision, but only if he guaranteed your employment as an auxiliary manager for five years.

After you graduated from Tokyo Jujutsu High you stayed on as arranged by your father and worked alongside the other managers to support the active sorcerers in the area. Your cursed energy output wasn’t sufficient enough for any higher position, but you didn’t mind. While there were many factors, mainly a white haired sorcerer, that made some days more tiring than others, you were grateful for the fact that you could do the work in the first place. Not many in your position could say the same.

But all good things must come to an end.

Entering the final year of your contract, your father informed you that your husband had been chosen. A car was sent to take you to the train station, you were handed a ticket, and a few hours later you were at the Zen’in residence.

There were only two good things you heard about Naoya Zen’in. The first was that he was a strong sorcerer. The second was that he was quite handsome. But no amount of good looks could distract from his personality. Even with both your fathers present in the room, Naoya’s pride and arrogance were on full display as he made several demeaning comments at your expense. And he made his displeasure of the terms of your binding vow very clear, but nevertheless agreed, quite reluctantly, to allow you to complete the time remaining of the vow with the condition that after your marriage ceremony in the spring you must come to see him so that you could start trying for an heir.

You had no choice but to accept.

Spring came and went faster than you had hoped. Gone were the days of verdant greenery and perfect temperatures, now replaced with summer rains and blistering heat. You’ve spent many summers of your life in Japan, but that didn’t make this time of year any more bearable.

On a particularly humid day, after you completed your duties at the school, you took a train out of Tokyo to visit your husband. When you arrived at the Zen’in estate you were led to your shared room where your attendants bathed you and helped dress you in the kimono you were expected to wear while at the estate.

You were told that tonight Naoya was coming back from a week long mission and would have dinner with his father before coming to see you. Your own food was brought to the room. You ate in silence as your attendant watched and waited for you to finish before she took your dishes and left you alone to prepare to receive your husband.

When Naoya finally arrived, you greeted him formally and led him into the bathroom. You helped him shed each layer of clothing before he wordlessly stepped into the tub. He settled into the warm water then you began the work of scrubbing his body clean, lathering the special shampoo that preserves the dye in his hair, and rinsing it all away with the small hinoki wood bath bowl.

After you blow dried his hair and helped him redress into his nightwear, a black striped jinbei set, you both made your way to the bed where you lay on your sides facing each other. He looked at you with an expression you’ve never seen on his face before. There was a weariness in his eyes that you weren’t sure he was aware you could see, and his bottom lip stuck out in the tiniest of pouts.

“Zen’in-sama?” You brought your hand to rest on his cheek. “Is everything alright?”

“I…” he started, bringing his hand to cover yours, but then sighed and his expression returned to the guarded one you’ve come to know. “Be a good wife. Make me feel good.”

Naoya clutched your hand and guided it down his body. Pushing down his trousers with his other hand, he wrapped your hand around his half hard length. You stroked him to full staff then shuffled down the bed to kneel between his legs. When you took him into your mouth he released a deep sigh, and his breathing only became heavier as you bobbed your head up and down. You came to know the intricacies of your husband’s pleasure quite well these past few months that your hands and lips worked on instinct to bring him to release.

Even after he shot his spend down your throat he was still hard. He was the only man you’d ever been with, so you had no way to gauge if his stamina was more or less than the average man. It didn’t matter really. As long as he was ready and wanting, you were also expected to be.

You opened the panels of your kimono and exposed the bare flesh of your chest, torso, and womanhood to your husband. The fingers that brought him pleasure now traveled between your slick folds that only grew wetter as Naoya’s lust filled gaze followed your every movement. He watched you carefully, studiously, as you played with yourself.

You tilted your head back as you moaned softly, hiding the smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. Ever since you told Naoya, in the most demure fashion you could muster, that female orgasms increased the chances of conception he’d been resolved in learning how to make you feel good.

Once sufficiently lubricated, you slowly sunk down onto him. You began to move above him and Naoya’s hands gripped your hips tightly to guide you into a steady pace, reminding you that your positions didn’t change who was in charge.

The moans and grunts that passed through both your lips filled the room. Your breath hitched when a warm calloused thumb pressed against your small bundle of nerves. You looked down at where your husband dutifully swirled circles against your clit, but his eyes were focused on your stomach. On the way your muscles contracted from the sensation of his touch.

Naoya’s grip loosened before he suddenly flipped you onto your back. You didn’t have time to react, other than a surprised gasp, when he began to piston his hips into you. He pinned your hands above your head as he reached that spongey spot inside you, the one that made you clench tightly around his cock. And he kept hitting it. You whimpered in ecstasy as Naoya buried his face into your neck to muffle his own sounds, but the symphony of your joint pleasure continued to swell around the room until it reached the crescendo of your mutually achieved peaks.

Panting and without saying a word, Naoya pulled out of you with a quiet squelch of your combined juices, grabbed you by your thighs, and turned your body so that your legs and hips were angled upward against the headboard. After tucking a pillow underneath your bottom for support, Naoya settled on his side again with his head propped up in his hand.

“I won’t deny you anything.” He stared at your stomach again, gaze piercing, as if just by sheer will this time his seed would take. ”As long as you give me what I want in return.”

You didn’t sense that ponytail nuisance until it was almost too late. He tried to pierce his sword straight through your back but you dodged it at the last second, leaving a long bloody gash across your ribs.

With a frown, you reach into the pockets of your coat and produce your pair of sai.

Naoya had made a comment on how embarrassing it was to have to rely on a blade in battle. But when you reminded him of your minimal cursed energy output he’d simply scowled and walked away, most likely put off by the reminder of your inferiority.

But it was precisely the reason you worked to become proficient in Okinawan Kobudo. So that in situations like this you wouldn’t be completely helpless.

Your opponent’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, not expecting a mere auxiliary manager like you to put up a fight. But he quickly recovered and charged toward you.

The sharp clang of metal against metal rang out in the deserted street. Your movements were sharp and came in quick succession, while his were powerful but sloppy. You land a strike against the exposed skin of his torso and he jumps back with a shriek.

You kept your defensive stance as he pointed his sword at you.

“Not fair,” he whined. The end of his ponytail fell in front of his shoulder as he hunched forward. “You’re supposed to be easy to kill.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you said bitingly.

The man looked like he was on the edge of throwing a tantrum. His eyes darted from side to side before he abruptly turned and ran off, literally hand in hand with his weapon.

You watched him until he disappeared around the corner of a building several blocks away, but your relief was short lived. A sudden wave of dizziness overcame you before collapsing onto the hard surface of the street.

When you came to you realized you were being carried.

“You’re safe.” The deep timbre of Nanami’s voice soothed you instantly. “I’m taking you to Ieiri.”

When you arrived at Shoko’s location, Nanami set you down carefully before leaving once more. She kneeled down in front of you and placed a hand over your ribs. You hissed as you felt the thrumming of her reverse cursed technique against your bones as she healed your wound. When her treatment was completed her usually dull eyes widened as she placed both hands over your torso.

“Shoko?”

She didn’t respond right away. Another sensation warmed you this time, something less repairing and more probing.

“I can feel two heartbeats.”

You didn’t need her to elaborate.

When the sun finally rose, you were permitted to leave. As you neared the edge of the perimeter you took out your phone and sighed at the several missed calls and texts from Naoya. News must have spread throughout the jujutsu community about the events that transpired, and your husband no doubt would be beyond pissed you had to be here in the first place.

Before you could contemplate whether to call him back or not, your name was called out. You raised your head and felt your body freeze at the sight of Naoya standing only a few yards away, along with one of your attendants from the estate.

You lowered your chin to your chest as he came forward. His eyes sat heavy on the tear in your shirt from where you’d been cut. You raised your eyes slightly and weren’t surprised to see his gaze now on your hand that rested over your stomach.

Suddenly, you were thankful for Shoko’s diagnosis.

“I am with child,” you confessed, hoping to lessen his wrath.

“Take her home.” Naoya raised his head. He looked past you as he spoke, addressing the attendant. “Clean her. Feed her. She is not allowed to leave our quarters until my return.”

He said nothing more before walking past you and deeper into the devastation that was Shibuya.

The Zen’in estate was admittedly quite lovely in the early autumn. The mixture of green and orange of nature’s transitional stage was always a sight you liked to take in. If only you were allowed to actually see it.

The door to your quarters opened and Naoya entered, followed by an older man who you assumed was the physician. He examined you and confirmed you were pregnant. About six weeks along.

“I haven’t experienced any morning sickness,” you said.

“That’s normal. About one third of pregnant women don’t experience it at all.” The physician spoke to you kindly, unlike most people you encountered in the estate. You were somewhat relieved by this. “Have you experienced any fatigue? Or tenderness in your breasts?”

“Both, actually.” You felt Naoya’s stare and wrapped your hands around your torso. “I thought it was just work-related stress.”

“There’s no need to worry. Plenty of rest, moderate exercise, and balanced meals will help you feel better and keep yourself and the growing child healthy.” The older man rose from his spot beside you. “I’ll return in a few weeks for another examination.”

Naoya and the physician spoke briefly at the door, mainly about the necessary changes to be made to your diet, before he departed. Your husband returned to your side and stood above you, looking down with a triumphant grin.

“In case it wasn’t clear, now that you’re carrying my child you won’t be returning to Tokyo.”

“But the binding vow—”

“Do you actually think after that incident I’d allow you to go back?” Naoya frowned. His tone was scolding. “You barely made it out alive.”

You knew that being his wife meant deferring to him, but that still didn’t stop you from advocating for yourself, spoken in a whisper, “I still have two more months.”

“I know.” Naoya rolled his eyes. “Which is why I’ve already arranged for your transfer to Kyoto.”

“But—”

“You never specified where you’d work. Did you?”

“No.”

“Exactly.” He crossed his arms, turning his back to you. “So just be grateful that you have such a benevolent husband to make these exceptions for you.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled.

Naoya turned his head to the side. “What was that?”

“Thank you, Zen’in-sama,” you said, louder this time.

“Don’t look so glum. Once your time as a manager is over you’ll be able to focus solely on your duties as my wife. And everything will finally be as it should.”

During Maki’s storming of the Zen’in estate, Naoya had been killed. He then reincarnated as a cursed spirit and was defeated once more. The stubborn bastard was truly gone.

You spent the rest of your pregnancy in a house in the countryside owned by the Zen’in family. A cook, two attendants, and a midwife were assigned to accompany you.

Nearly every night of your pregnancy you had a recurring dream, more like a memory really, of the day you and Naoya were married. In your dream you watched from afar as your two figures clad in the traditional uchikake and montsuki marched side by side dutifully beneath the large red parasol. Sometimes you were in the procession heading into the shrine, and other times you were standing on the small bridge built over the nearby creek waiting for your photographs to be taken. You remembered the current of anxiety that flowed through you, only soothed by the delicate pink petals that floated down from the trees.

After your daughter was born the dreams stopped.

You held no doubts that if your husband were still alive he wouldn’t hide his disappointment of his firstborn not being a boy. Although Naoya was traditional is almost every sense, your actual marriage to him was not conventional in the slightest. You’d only spent a couple of weeks truly living together before his death, but most of that time was spent fussing over your condition. You realized too late that Naoya had his own way of showing affection. Perhaps if you had more time together you could have understood it better and harnessed its potential. You were very experienced at managing delicate situations after all.

You could’t say for certain whether you were, or could become, a good wife. The only goal you’d spend the rest of your life trying to achieve was to be a good mother. In this new age of jujutsu, you’d guide and protect your daughter as she came of age and her cursed technique was revealed. You’d treasure her despite being the spitting image of her father.

But in the deepest part of your heart you knew that without Naoya you wouldn’t have been able to create the miracle of life that was your Sakura, named after the cherry blossoms that surrounded her parents on the day of their union.

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milkpup · 3 months

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｡⋆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)

FULL SPICY UNCENSORED VER IS ON @g00miato twitter! i am BEGGING u to look!!!

ʚ ao3 ɞ / ʚ kofi ɞ / ʚ fic masterlist ɞ

›› 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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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍’𝐈𝐍

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

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

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

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

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

After all, he was no stranger to his beauty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just need to work your charm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could barely think straight.

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

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

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

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

“I... Naoya, why...?”

You couldn’t even form coherent sentences anymore.

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

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

“And?”

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

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

“And... you’re the only one I want.”

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

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, please, what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say you’re sorry. Say it.”

“Nghhr- suh-ree—”

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

“Oh, yeah, just like that...”

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

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

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

“Yes, yes!”

“Can’t even speak right anymore?”

A harsh slap meets your booty.

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

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

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

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

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

“Naoya, no more—”

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

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

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

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

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

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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!"

"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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colourstreakgryffin · 6 months

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Hello there stranger!

I hope you have a nice day~

Anyway I see you make Naoya so can I request Yandere Naoya with S/O who have personality like giyuu and the gender? well~ be whatever you want to be I don't mind!

And that's all I hope you have a nice day stranger bye-bye 🤸🏻‍♂️

Goddamn, another Naoya request but you know what! I want more JJK requests so thank you, stranger! Also, oooh! A Giyuu! Reader, I like that!

Zen’in Naoya- Toxic River

Naoya, was honestly, so goddamn annoyed by you and your stern, aloof demeanour at first. What’s your damn problem with people? Well, that was he originally thought but now, he likes how reticent and quiet you are

Women should be submissive. But in all honesty, he really likes the challenge of breaking down your guard

Naoya is basically your Shinobu. He constantly annoys you and eggs you on to talk to others but you just stay silent, fuelling his want to break apart your reservedness so he keeps trying, mocking your shyness and playing with you to try get a response

Naoya will drag you around into social situations. You think he cares enough to do what you want? … He’ll partly does! He brings you to a social scenario but he guards you and fends off people who bother you

He is the only one who can bother and bully you since it’s ✨c u t e✨when he does it

Naoya wants you to not be so goddamn closed-off and cold. He won’t hurt you like whoever did hurt you, sure, he may be a bit mean but it’s all playful and it’s all innocent. He doesn’t actually mean any comment he brings up, it’s all to try get you to talk to him

Naoya will, behind your back, fix up your precious mismatched jacket so you won’t cry over it. It’s very important to you for a particular reason he doesn’t know but he doesn’t care that he doesn’t know the origins, he just wishes to make you happy

Naoya may be your biggest loving bully but he doesn’t mean harm. If you cry or if you lash out at him for his comments, he will stop and give you a number of gifts to express his apologises. He wants you to be able to be more comfortable. Don’t push him away

Naoya, for the first time in his life, feels immense guilt when he finds out the reason you try to avoid making friends and bonding with others so intensely. You’ve lost your precious sister and best friend to cursed spirits and you don’t wish to put that “curse” of yours onto anybody

He can’t stand that. Even if he dies, he will come back as a cursed spirit and protect you to the very end

Naoya loves seeing you actually smile and express joy for once. When a plate of simmered salmon with daikon is placed before you, your originally darker eyes light up and you openly beam at him. Naoya feels his heart explode at how adorable you are, it’s fuelled how cute he views you

You’re adorable. You care so much for him and others, seriously. Nobody can have you! You’re his wife now and he will never let anybody have you! Naoya is clinging onto you and won’t ever let go, like you’re his lifeblood and to him, you are his lifeblood

“C’mon, open up. Why be such a dark, bland wall? I’m not that rude. C’mon, I’ll keep poking you if you don’t respond to me”

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komorim · 1 year

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something more

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

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

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

[ word count. ] 3.7k

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

[ previously named: a cracked shell ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

which is why he’s so lenient with you.

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

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

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

a cursed energy with scent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

irreparable loss of hearing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

and what a choice it was.

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

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

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

the fact that naoya refused to touch you.

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

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

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

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

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

so divorcing you? absolutely out of the question.

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

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

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

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

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

and it was beautiful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was a dead end.

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

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

you were found.

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

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

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

you were pregnant.

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

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

but you probably didn’t know yourself.

“we’re here,” gojo announces.

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

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

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

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

and he dreads it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it’s nothing compared to the atrocities you endured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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METAMORPHOSES 02 || Rules and Traditions

Pairings: Zenin Naoya x f!reader, Gojo Satoru x f!reader (unrequited) WC: 3.9k Series Genre/Warnings: smut, noncon/dubcon, emotional/physical abuse, yandere, Naoya, misogyny, arranged marriage, pregnancy, miscarriage, birth, lactation...it’s dark, and manga spoilers yupyup A/N: toxic is too healthy a word for naoya Series Masterlist

The daughter-in-law of the Zenins had much to do. Should you become the clan mother one day, you would have to oversee all of the domestic functions, the attendants, and chores that support the operations of the clan. Everything had its own rules and traditions: from the time people woke, to the division of the sorcerer classes and clan hierarchy, to the time of day meals were had and the laundry was done. You were a fast learner and quickly became indoctrinated into the life of the Zenins, familiarizing yourself with everything about everything.

People respected you as the new daughter-in-law of the main branch; there wasn't much that anyone could say you did wrong. You played your part perfectly, so you thought that the same sort of smooth development would also be reflected in your marriage.

Except Naoya was much more volatile than you could have ever imagined. The first weeks of loving promises quickly ended after Naoya returned to the field again, picking up missions. He often returned irritated and aggravated by anything or anyone that did not please him in the right way.

"I told you that I hate eating this."

"For the last fucking time, who allowed you to touch that with your filthy hands?"

"Get out."

And while Naoya lashed out at the attendants, you were never at the direct receiving end of his outrage. Instead, he would try to find you during his frenzy and then afterward finally calm down with enough reason. It soon became common knowledge among the attendants that should young master Naoya be ticked-off, they should immediately point him to the direction of his wife.

Today was no different.

“The lady….The lady is in the study.” You heard a stack of books knocked over in the room across from you before something was kicked over. Naoya stormed into the room you were in, stalking over in wide steps. You thought, finally, he would have something to pick about you too, and already steeled yourself for whatever he had to say.

He dropped to the tatami mat in a soft thud. Arms wrapped around your shoulders as Naoya tightly hugged you to his frame. You could feel his deep, exerted breaths from his chest and heartbeat.

“Did something happen?”

“Weaklings, all of them. Pissing me off.”

A small, exasperated smile broke on your face. You had grown used to Naoya’s blunt, rude, and crass language. “Don’t be angry, it’s not good for you,” you advised. “They all had their own chores, why did you have to go around doing that? Just tell me if you have something on your mind.”

“Later”, he muttered before slipping a hand into your robe to cup your breast and pushing the fabric down to expose your shoulders. His lips found the bare skin behind your shoulders, still tender from the night before.

“N-Naoya. It’s still daytime,” you squeaked out, attempting to straighten your attire. “The servants are outside.”

Naoya growled and roughly pinched your nipples. “It’s nothing that they haven’t heard. They hear your cries for me every night.”

Before you could make another plea, you felt your back make contact to the tatami mat. The thick waistband failed miserably to the loosening fabric in order. Your kimono skirt was hiked up to your waist, leaving your bare legs free for his hands to squeeze and grab. Naoya straddled your legs around his waist, bearing down to grind himself along your glistening slit. Your toes curled tightly in the loose cotton socks.

He was hungry in seeking comfort from you. With his whole shaft buried tightly within your stretched walls, his groans fanned hot air on your earlobe. Heat and sweat melted across naked flesh. Your deep gasping breaths pressed your chest against his tightly.

“So fucking good,” Naoya slurred, before shuddering in ecstasy and unraveling his weight across your body.

You cradled him in the most intimate embrace. “Tell me now, my husband, what is troubling your mind.”

Naoya doesn’t respond immediately, hesitating to reveal his thoughts. A gentle hand brushed over his damp hair, pushing the bangs out of his face only for the tresses to fall right back. Encouraged, he finally relented. “Father’s going soft. His lenience on his brothers. It’s a shame upon the clan name. Vermins of the main branch.”

“The luckier they are to have you then.”

“The clan head position will be mine.”

“And why wouldn’t you, since Father is the current head? And your brothers have no aspirations for the position?”

“They are probably poisoning the old man’s tea for all I know, treacherous bastards.”

You swallowed your incredulous question as to why they would if everyone was family. But your time here also taught you that the Zenins operated more as a community of winners versus losers. Naoya’s suggestion was very likely.

“There’s still a lot of time,” you carefully told him. “Besides you’re the leader of Hei and your name is feared and known. You’ll probably be the only candidate.”

"You're right about that. Only I can be the head of this clan. No one can take my birthright away from me." Naoya finally pushed himself up to get dressed.

“Shall I go draw a bath?”

“No. Jinichi is training new brats, I have to go see myself if they are acceptable.”

The permanent wrinkles in your attire couldn’t be salvaged, so you made do to cover yourself decently. To your surprise, Naoya began to help you with your obi. It was obvious that he was in a pleasant mood.

“Jinichi is a strong and loyal clansman. His wife is quite talented as well.”

Naoya scoffed and secured the knot. “Hardly comparable, what are you trying to suggest?”

“Well,” you turned and softly held his hands, “Mai and Maki are growing up. Shouldn't it be time for them to have proper instructors to learn clan techniques and martial arts? They are already much older than when other children begin training."

"Ogi's spawns? This isn't the first time you brought it up, what makes you like them so much?" Women couldn’t amount to anything within the clan, so it would be a waste of resources.

“Their mother, Akiko, has taken very good care of me. Mai has inherited a clan technique, right? I think Jinichi’s wife could be a good instructor. This doesn’t take up more of Jinichi’s time."

“Jinichi’s time shouldn’t be wasted on children.”

“You’re right,” you hurriedly agreed. “But the girls are still your cousin and an extension of the main branch. It wouldn’t do good to have someone else be involved in their training.”

You squeezed your hands around his and looked expectantly at him. The corner of Naoya’s lips tugged upwards. “Sneaky little minx, you have all this cleverly thought out.”

You smiled at the win and whispered. “As the wife of the future clan-head ought to.”

His grin spread even wider. “Maki is untalented, but her agility is still agreeable. You can send her to Kukuru’s training school tomorrow.”

“My husband is the most thoughtful,” you commended and tip-toed to press a kiss on his cheek.

Naoya snaked his arms around your waist in an instant. “I cannot wait to see more of your mothering instincts when you are with my heir. I am very pleased by this side of you.” His voice was sultry and low, numbing and seductive.

“Jinichi is still waiting for you,” you chided, putting some space in between. “I will have the kitchen prepare your favorite.”

Luckily, the call to responsibility was enough for Naoya to let you go. Although you still felt weak in your steps, you were excited to share the good news to Mai and Maki after a much-needed bath.

–

Your life pretty much fell into a routine, but one particular autumn day was out of the ordinary. Ever since you married into the Zenin clan, you haven’t heard from Gojo Satoru. More accurately speaking, even before your engagement, he was already out of your life. So, seeing him, white hair fluttering in the wind, standing in the middle of the clan courtyard was certainly surprising. You stood off to the side as Naobito and Naoya conversed with Satoru. A small boy hid behind him, dark eyes fluttering and confused.

The boy was called Fushiguro Megumi. His father was a renounced Zenin and the child took his mother's surname instead. You thought Megumi couldn’t possibly cause any harm, after all, what tides could a child—an orphan create? Except Naoya’s expression was very strained and barely hid the loathing in his eyes. If the clan insisted on keeping Megumi, you feared Naoya would tear out the boy’s throat on the spot. But with Satoru’s convincing words, and threats, Megumi was going to be under his wing instead. You saw the two out the front gate and managed to get a hold of Satoru for a few moments.

"Satoru..." you met his gaze with a sort of distant familiarity. You had so many things to tell him, to ask him. All of the questions were stuck at the edge of your throat. “How have you been?”

"I've been well. Lady Zenin now, huh? And you?"

You let the title sound in your ears for a moment before answering a simple, "Good."

The last time you spoke to him had been through his voicemail—he never contacted you afterward. You couldn't see his expression beneath his mask, but you imagined that his eyes were still the same crystal blue. You averted your eyes to look at the weeds beginning to sprout in the corner while an awkward silence grew between the two of you.

"Well then, I still have lots to do, so I'll be taking my leave," he bowed and pressed down Megumi's head into a short bow too. "Come on Megumi, bow to your pretty auntie, you won't be seeing her anytime soon."

"Don't touch my hair!" Megumi grumbled, breaking from Satoru's grasp before fixing his messed up locks.

Megumi was very adorable. His dark hair and lashes were clearly from his Zenin genetics. It was this boy who had ultimately inherited the coveted Zenin family shadow techniques—the most prized one of all. It was a great and dangerous burden for such a young age after all, and you thought that Satoru taking the boy away would probably be best for both Megumi and the clan.

You winced as another vase was knocked over, crashing into pieces upon impact on the floor. Naoya let out another raging yell.

"That six-eyed bastard, Gojo Satoru. It's him, isn't it? You fancy him."

You made an attempt to reason with him. "There's nothing between us, Naoya. There wasn't ever anything between us. I married you, I am your wife. I haven't seen nor heard from him ever since our wedding."

"He doesn't even look at you," Naoya mocked. "Your husband was standing right there in front of you. But all you could do was stare at your past lover, huh?"

"Naoya—"

He was in front of you in an instant, rage and cursed energy pouring from him. The air was thick. You felt your throat constrict with panicked fear, as your legs gave out and you dropped to the ground. You shut your eyes and huddled in a shaking mess while Naoya knocked down the shoji screen and stood over you.

You've seen how well Naoya could fight, knew how easily he could've snapped your neck like it was nothing. You thought you were going to be an exception to his rage, that you were the one factor that could calm him down when he was irritated, but now that you were once at the receiving end, you had to admit to yourself: Naoya was terrifying and cruel, and you were not an exception to his wrath.

You hear fabric rustling and then a sharp pain jolt through your scalp as Naoya gripped a fistful of hair to lift your head up.

“Pathetic bitch,” he sneered, squeezing your cheeks between his large hand. “Let me remind your pretty little head who you should look at.”

Eyes still seeing stars from the whiplash, you could only whimper. Naoya pulled his hakama down.

“Open wide.”

The moment your lips loosened just slightly, Naoya pushed the back of your head and shoved his cock down your throat. Tears prickled in the corners of your eye as your chest tried to heave the foreign object out with a gag. He pulled out for a moment and tapped the wet muscle across your cheek, precum smearing a mess.

“I put up with your coyness because I find it amusing. That’s not an invitation for you to whore yourself out.”

“I wasn’t, I—”

“When I am disciplining you, you will not speak back to me. Be good.”

You could hear the fury in his voice and knew that there was no room for compromise at this time. The only thing you could do at the moment was to cooperate and hope that the whole thing would be over soon.

“Y-Yes,” you croaked and licked your lips. Naoya did not tug at your hair this time. You supported your hands on his thighs and lapped at the tip. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on breathing through your nostrils. Naoya let out a pleased groan and immediately the room seemed that much calmer. For a while, his hand only rested on your head. The slopping noises from your saliva pumped adrenaline through your veins. But you were much too concentrated to give any attention to the wet pool between your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered, taking half a step to adjust his balance. His pace became more erratic and each thrust more forceful, until he shot out all of his cum at release. “Swallow. All of it.”

The heavy smell and taste remained even after two gulps. After ensuring you swallowed, he re-tied his hakama, while you sat disheveled. Your eyes followed him across the room. Naoya spared a glance towards you before he slid open the shoji door. Three attendants knelt outside, head bowed so low their foreheads seemed to touch the floor. One of them must have been new from the way she trembled.

“Hear nothing and speak nothing if you value your life.”

“Yes, Master Naoya,” the servants said in unison.

When Naoya’s footsteps could no longer be heard, they slowly rose to their feet and entered the room with their heads still bowed low. The most senior of them quietly gave out orders to the other two who quickly began to clean up the broken ceramics and knocked over furniture. She approached you and presented a handkerchief, carefully held out with her palms. You quietly took it and turned your head aside to wipe your mouth. The attendant helped you up from your spot and you excused yourself from the room.

When you came back into the room, all marks of Naoya’s outburst were completely erased. The only sign was the new treasures that decorated the shelves. You quietly picked at your dinner alone, only managing to sip on some of the soup to soothe your raw throat.

The lamp on the nightstand was the only source of light in the bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and tightly gripped your phone. The model was very old and outdated, but still usable. Technology didn’t exactly match the aesthetics of this traditional household. You flipped the device open and navigated to the phone call history—a long list of pixelated red arrows. It’s been a long time since you connected with your family. They rarely responded to your calls and if they did, it was from a side member only. They said the clan was doing well and your father was especially busy. But details were never shared as you were no longer a part of the clan.

Some days you wished for someone to talk to. The closest people you could converse at ease with were Mai and Maki, but both girls were so young, there was little you could share. Akiko always kept a straight and stern expression, in truth, you were sometimes a bit afraid of her. The Zenins were a family that frowned upon laziness and inefficiencies. It wouldn’t reflect well for the daughter-in-law of the main branch to have a loose tongue.

You didn’t notice Naoya’s presence in the room until he took the phone out of your hands and put it back into the drawer.

“If you’re worried about your family, you could just ask me. They’re busy you know.” He slid under the covers on his half the bed. “Why don’t you worry a little about me?”

You lay down on your side and shut off the lamp, bringing darkness into the room. The covers were pulled tight over your shoulders as you faced the edge of the bed. “You’re already so strong, what could possibly happen to you?”

“Truly, did you think I was this way?”

“Are you suggesting you were not?” You couldn’t help but snap back, regretting it immediately.

He responded with an amused chuckle. “Have I told you about my mother?”

No, you thought to yourself. In fact, no one mentioned Naoya’s mother, so you knew nothing about the woman other than she died during Naoya’s childhood.

“She was an unvirtuous woman, a harlot who got what she deserved,” Naoya said coldly, hatred laced in his words. You learned that she was accused of an affair with a servant-class Zenin and the clan elders decided to cast her into the disciplinary pit. “How dare she selfishly ask to see me before her judgment. Did you know? I would have cut her down myself if I could.”

Did Naoya think that of you too? The blanket shifted as Naoya pulled himself close behind you.

“I know you and that Gojo don’t have anything,” Naoya said softly, a gentle hand cradling you against him. “You would never betray me the way my mother did me.”

Still you did not move.

He went on. “I was three. Scorned and starved. I will never forget those eyes that mocked me, and questioned my legitimacy. Then, I finally proved my birthright after demonstrating that I inherited my father’s techniques. You know those trash who doubted me? They were forced to acknowledge that I was a prodigy whether they wanted to or not. I would soon surpass each and every one of them.”

You didn’t know this about Naoya. It was the first time he was sharing so much detail about his childhood and, this side of him.

“They hate me as much as I despise them. They’re always looking for an opening to burrow in. In this family, there will never be anyone on my side simply because they favor me. My men follow me because I’m the only one who can emerge victorious. They value their lives, so they submit to me. Today, did you see how the elders were fawning over Megumi?”

You remembered the enthusiastic voices for the boy to return to the clan. You understood why. Naoya didn’t need to explain further. It was the elders’ only chance to find a suitable enough challenge against Naoya when the time came. They were all against him, his own family and kin. He had no allies.

Finally, you turned around in his arms and buried your face into his chest, where it allotted you feelings of security. Naoya seemed less like the cruel son of this prideful clan and more like a hurt child begging for security. One who lost all trust and attachments. You could imagine him as the young boy he once was, eyes rubbed red and raw, with no one to protect him. It made your heartache.

“I am with you, always, because I love you.”

His kiss wasn’t turned away. You allowed his affection, embraced and deepened it. Your body began to grow hot. You rolled over on top of him and boldly slipped your nightgown off. It was unexpected at first, but Naoya caught on.

You weren’t quite sure what you were doing, only that you wanted to prove some point to him. Both of you were poor souls in age-old clans.

It was a full moon tonight. The ethereal light pooled across the bed and illuminated your naked bodies. What was he so excited about? Was it your desire for him? Naoya marveled at the highlights that emphasized the sloping lines of your form, open and bare, for him to see.

“You bewitch me.” Naoya easily flipped himself on top. He softly squeezed your waist, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. Before you could squirm away, two fingers drag between your soaked folds back and forth before dipping in and pumping slowly. “You’re so beautiful. So wet and ready for me. Do I make you feel good?”

You moaned affirmations and arched into Naoya’s palms, bliss washing over all the nerves in your body. This was the man your body yearned for. You cried out again when he entered you. His fullness filled you with completion.

Naoya’s moans were beautiful, you thought. It was because of you.

“I can never let you go,” Naoya muttered. His hands grabbed at the back of your thighs, pushing your legs over. Deeper sensations were being dragged out each time he rocked his hips into you. “I want to see you…round and with my child,” he rasped and fucked you harder.

Moans mixed with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and squelches. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, mind in a blur all you could do was chant his name over and over again. Naoya, Naoya, Naoya.

You came hard, trembling as release washed over you. Naoya held onto you tightly, embracing you like a treasure he could never part with.

Before your second anniversary, breakfast with the rest of the main Zenin family ended with your nausea acting up aggressively. You barely began your run for the washroom when a painful lurch launched all the contents you ate out of your mouth. It was entirely miserable, and some of the other family members scorned how crude your behavior was, completely out of conduct. But thank goodness Akiko was there to assist you back to your room while the other servants cleaned up the mess made.

The clan doctor was called in and moments later, you saw Naoya rush into the bedroom and come towards you in big steps. He wrapped his arms around you, scooping you up securely into a spin.

"I have an heir," he announced to you in excitement. "You are with child."

Pregnancy. It explained all the changes and oddities that were happening to your body: the missed period, the altering physique, the lethargy, and the racing thoughts that would cross your mind more frequently than ever before.

Naoya let go and took a seat on the bed next to you while he watched you hesitantly place a hand over your belly that had yet to show signs of the growing life within. He felt a surge of pride imagining what his family would look like when the child was going to be born. A new potential heir to the main line hadn't been born in years. With Naobito as the current head, Naoya felt sure that he would be next in line, and once his son was born, it would be a clear lineage of succession no one else in the clan could argue against. That man's son, Megumi, shall never have any claim to any piece of the clan. Naoya would make sure of that.

All the arguments that had ever conspired between the two of you seemed to disappear in an instant. None of them really mattered because, at the end of the day, you were his wife, carrying his child.

#naoya x reader #zenin naoya x reader #naoya smut #yandere jjk #jjk x reader #naoya x reader smut #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw naoya #emi.freshtea

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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

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

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

This was a commissioned work. (comm info)

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

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

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

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

You learn to snatch moments where you can.

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

And Naoya thinks so, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Naoya laughs again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You really are perfect for one another.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He lets out a ragged, harsh breath.

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

“Say ‘please’ to me,” he demands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He eases into you slowly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One of his hands delves between you both.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well.

You certainly don’t have any problems with that.

#jjk x reader #naoya x reader #zenin naoya x reader #naoya smut #not sfw #afab reader #fem pronouns #writing #jjk posting #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #breeding kink for ts #commissioned work

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mickeykipper · 6 months

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So I got some jujutsu kaisen x original character doujinshis, and it's like reading a jjkxoc fanfic lol. My favorite is nanami, and the surguru one was cute too. The Naoya one was interesting as well.

#jujutsu kaisen #doujinshi #geto suguru #nanami kento #gojo satoru #nanami kento x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk #jjk geto #jjk gojo #zenin naoya #zenin naoya x reader

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nkogneatho · 2 years

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Your Naoya spitting blurb had me curling my toes. Please!! I beg you to feed us more Naoya content 🤌

I wanna step on his nuts. But after I milk them dry. Also, I promised this one to @devoti

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃/ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀.

—cw: gn!reader, groping, grinding boner, misogyny but he's nice with you, mention of cumming inside in the end.

It all began when you started working there. The groping, the fondling. You couldn't say you didn't like it. Neither you'd deny that you had a crush on the man you were hired to work for. But it all went away when you saw how he treated women. If anything didn't go his way, he would insult them. It sent shivers down your body. But not the shivers you were expecting.

"I'm so sorry. I am so sorry, sir." Multiple apologize left your lips as you cleaned the saké you had accidentally spilled on his well groomed attire. You had wiped the table and the room was just filled with your sorrys. It scared you when he didn't say anything back. Just stared at your pathetic form.

"Then clean it up," he ordered, leaning back until his lower body was visible to you. Your corrupted mind had wandered very dark places when he said that. And it only wandered more when you took the clean cloth in your hand and tried wiping the alcohol off his bottoms, even when you sure as hell knew that alchohol stain doesn't go away from merely wiping.

You heard him moan when your knuckles accidentally brushed against his crotch. You started rubbing your thighs, looking away from him. Naoya had his haze fixed on you. He reach out for your lips and grabbed them. He liked that you just shrunk under his form, not resisting his touch. Big hands stripped you and fondled—harshly groped your chest.

"Ngh! Ah, Naoya-sama. Th—this is inappropriate," you mewled.

"Mhm? Yet here you are grinding yourself against me." Shame filled your body. Your cheeks started to burn up. He held your hips and made you ride yourself on his hardened cock. He loved when moans slipped past your lips. He fucking loved when you moaned "Naoya-sama" in your sweet yet lusty voice. You looked so innocent when he hired you. Who would've thought you were so naughty.

It was hard to resist you. And he was sure he fucked up when the thought of how good you will look with his cum spilling out of your hole plagued his mind. He had it all planned.

#naoya x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #naoya smut #zenin naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya x y/n #naoya x you #naoya zenin #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x you #tw.misogyny

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bungalowbear · 7 months

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The Curse of Mother Grime

Pairing: jobless!Naoya Zen’in x fem!reader

Summary: A museum date with Naoya produces unwanted circumstances.

Warnings: mention of male masturbation, some foreplay, suggestion of sex at the end, reader is described to have breasts, curse from a dead woman, naoya can’t get it up

Word Count: 2,740

A/N: This is my fun and silly little entry for @bastardblvd’s House of Slimy Horrors Collab. My prompt was curses. This is my first time writing Naoya, so if you feel anything is ooc it probably is. You’re also seeing him at arguably his lowest point lol. Also, I have an obsession with Grime Town McDonald’s, so I couldn’t stop myself from adding it here. I had so much fun writing this and I hope you all enjoy! And happy haunting season!

Dividers by @anlian-aishang.

The Grime Town History Museum is a spare room on the second floor of City Hall, a donation from some sunglasses model during his failed attempt at running for Mayor. You’re here with Naoya because it’s your turn to choose where to have date night and you think he can use some cultural enrichment.

“A museum?”

Naoya frowns, staring at the tattered banner above the double doors.

“I’ve always wanted to have a cute museum date.” You do a little spin to show off the outfit you meticulously chose for the occasion. “And it’s my turn to pick so you can’t back out.”

“Whatever.”

Naoya throws his arm across your shoulders and you both walk through the open doors. You take in the state of the room. The floral patterned wallpaper is faded, peeling at the top corners. There’s a large rust colored stain in the carpet that you take care to walk around. The subtle damp smell makes your sinuses feel a bit stuffy.

But you’re determined not to show any signs of discomfort, instead opting to guide Naoya along the wall lined with old newspaper clippings thumb tacked to the walls. Some are older and some more recent. You both share a laugh over the article about the Condom Shortage of 2007.

After perusing the newspaper articles you cross the room toward the only thing on the wall that’s not pinned. A sepia toned portrait of a woman hangs in a bronzed frame. The plaque below her portrait says she was the wife of Grime Town’s founding father. To the right there’s a vanity secured by caution tape. The vanity is made of dark wood with a large oval mirror. The piece was clearly made by expert hands as the floral carvings around the mirror are stunning.

Naoya notices a piece of paper stapled to the caution tape and bends down to read it.

“Beware: if you look into the mirror and say her name three times you’ll be afflicted with the same curse she put on her husband,” Naoya recites.

He hums, standing up straight.

“That’s a little…weird,” you say.

“Dare me to do it?”

“I don’t know.” You bend down the reread the sign. “It doesn’t even say what the curse is. What if you go bald?”

“It’s probably just a scare tactic. It is almost Halloween.” Naoya scoffs. “Nothing’s gonna happen.”

Before you can protest further, Naoya stands directly in line with the vanity. He squats down to be at eye level with the mirror and says her name three times. You hold your breath, waiting for something to happen. After a long minute of nothing you startle, heart racing when Naoya suddenly lets out a booming laugh.

“See. I told you,” Naoya says through his laughter. “Nothing happened.”

You grab his arm, scolding him for scaring you. But he ignores you and continues laughing as you pull him along to the next display.

The next day you’re at Spirit Halloween for your early afternoon shift when your phone vibrates in your back pocket. You ignore it as you help two teenagers decide between matching devil or lumberjack costumes. Eventually they decide to just get one each. After they’re gone you realize your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing, so you ask your manager if you can step away from the sales floor to use the restroom.

When you turn the lock on the stall door you take out your phone. A picture of Naoya asleep with drool sliding down the corner of his mouth lights up your screen. You swipe to answer the call and wince when his voice pierces through the speaker. But his words are coming out too fast for you to make sense of them.

“Slow down, Naoya,” you tell him. “I can’t understand what you’re saying.”

You hear him take a deep breath.

“I was watching Days of Our Grimes and you know I like to stick my hand down by boxers when the housewife—”

You growl into the receiver. “Get to the point.”

“I can’t get hard.”

You pause, brow furrowing as your mind processes his words.

“What?”

“Don’t make me say it again,” he whines.

“I don’t understand.”

“My dick is broken! Mother Grime fucking cursed me!”

“Naoya.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “This isn’t funny. I’m at work.”

“I’m not joking,” he insists. “This is serious!”

“I have to get back. We’re really busy. Halloween is in a week and the entire store is half off.”

“But—”

“I’ll see you in a few hours,” you promise as you’re about to end the call. “Bye!”

After his stint as a dealer went sideways Naoya spends most of his time moping around your apartment, which is why you’re certain the phone call was just a cry for attention. You feel a little bad about hanging up on him so you decide to surprise him.

When you step into your apartment you slip your shoes off and hang up your jacket.

“Naoya,” you call out to him. “I’m back.”

There’s no answer.

“Naoya?”

You hold the plastic bag to your chest as you wander through the living room and the kitchen with no sign of him. Shuffling down the narrow hallway, you reach your bedroom to find the door wide open. You frown at Naoya face down on your bed with his arms and legs spread out like a starfish.

“Hey.” You try to turn him over but he doesn’t budge. “What are you doing?”

You can’t make out what he says as he mumbles, kind of pathetically, into your comforter. You try moving him again but this time you can feel him purposefully resisting. You huff, rolling your eyes before going into the bathroom.

Locking the door behind you, you place the plastic bag on the counter and take out the costume you brought home. With the sale going on and your employee discount it was practically free. You feel giddy as you start to undress and then slip into the costume. You take a look at yourself in the mirror, applying gloss to your lips and touching up your mascara before opening the bathroom door.

“Naoya.”

You say his name softly, a gentle prod for his attention, as you stand in the doorway with your hands folded in front of your stomach. He doesn’t react, so you try again.

“Naoya, baby?” You voice is sickly sweet with fabricated concern. This wouldn’t be the first time the two of you role-played in the bedroom, and you’re sure once you get him to look your way you’ll have him in your clutches. “Are you not feeling well? Maybe I could nurse you back to health?”

You watch Naoya slowly lift his head, turning slightly to look at you over his shoulder. His eyes widen and he perks up. Hastily, he turns his body to sit up. His gaze travels from the nurse’s cap on your head and down your body clad in a tight white uniform. Naoya stares at your chest, where the top two buttons are left undone to expose more of your cleavage. You turn in a slow circle to give him the opportunity to see the back of the short skirt that barely covers your ass.

Naoya says your name in a breathy whisper. You recognize the lust in his eyes. The way his fingers twitch with the anticipation of grabbing hold of you sends shivers down your body.

You walk toward him and as soon as you’re within reach his hands go directly to your chest, roughly grabbing and squeezing your soft flesh. One hand wanders down to your waist and then to your back. Naoya’s touch travels over the swell of your bum and reaches further to take a large handful of your left cheek. Hungry kisses are pressed along your neck as his touch sets your body ablaze. You need him so badly that you start to palm him through his pants. It usually doesn’t take long to get him hard, but after a few minutes you realize he’s still completely soft.

“Uh…Naoya?”

“I told you.” He drops his head in defeat, words muffled with his face resting between your tits. “I’m fucking cursed.”

“There’s no such thing as curses.”

You chuckle and he grips your waist firmly with both hands in response.

“Then why am I still limp when all I want to do is shove my dick inside you?”

“It’s all in your head.” You soothe your hand over his dyed blonde hair. “We can do other stuff in the meantime.”

“I’m telling you, it’s that bitch—”

Suddenly, a sharp crack makes the two of you jump. You turn your heads to your full length mirror and gape at the glass that is now splintered right down the middle.

“Maybe we should consult an expert,” you say.

Standing at the McDonald’s counter, you greet Aki with a smile and he stoically returns the greeting. Naoya hovers behind you as you order yours and his usual meals. Aki asks if that will be all. You’re prepared to say yes when Naoya lowers his head to whisper in your ear.

Aki raises a brow.

“And a pumpkin pie, please,” you say.

You pay and walk over to the soda fountain. As you’re pouring your drinks you catch the tail end of something crawl underneath a table. You grab Naoya by the hand and lead him toward the corner of the dining room.

You bend down and see Toji and his worm splitting a single french fry.

“Hello, Toji.”

“Hey, gorgeous.” The older man flashes you a cocky smile, stretching the scar on his lip. Then his eyes move to Naoya and he frowns. “What do you want?”

“Did we really have to come and see him?” Naoya asks.

“He’s the best chance at solving your…problem.”

“Little cousin’s got a problem, huh?” Toji sits with his legs crossed. He leans forward to rest his massive forearms over his knees. “And what would that be?”

Naoya hesitates. He sips on his drink and looks away.

You nudge him with your elbow. “Tell him.”

The younger Zen’in pouts. He heaves a giant sigh before turning his head away, muttering out a few words. You roll your eyes. Toji brings his hand up to curve around his ear.

“What was that?”

“My dick can’t get hard,” Naoya hisses, glaring at his cousin. “There. I said it. Happy now?”

Toji laughs, a full bellied laugh. But then his brow furrows and he’s looking at you.

“What do you want me to do about it? Jerk him off?” Toji curls his lip in disgust. “Just because I changed my name to Fushiguro doesn’t mean we’re not still related. Who do you think we are? Targaryens?”

“Ew, babe.” Naoya mimics his cousin’s expression. “Is that what you brought me here for?”

“No, you idiots.” You drag your hand down your face. “Toji ran the fortune telling booth at the summer block party, so he has some experience with the supernatural.”

“Supernatural?” Toji sounds intrigued. “What exactly happened, little cousin?”

Naoya recounts your museum date. He tells Toji about Mother Grime’s vanity, the cracked mirror in your room, and how he hasn’t been able to get an erection since.

“Did you not see the caution tape? The paper stapled to it?” Toji shakes his head at the end of Naoya’s recap. “Every guy in this town knows not to go messing with Mother Grime unless you never want another boner ever again.”

“No one told me!” Naoya argues.

Toji shrugs.

“So can you, like, look into your crystal ball or whatever and tell me how to fix this?”

“Depends.” Toji rubs his chin. “Let’s talk payment.”

“What do you want?”

Toji hums as he contemplates, his cheek resting on his propped up fist as he stares at the floor. After a few short seconds he angles his face up at Naoya. The smile he wears can only mean misery for the younger Zen’in.

“I want your pumpkin pie.”

“I didn’t get a pie,” Naoya denies immediately.

“You always get a pie,” Toji retorts.

Naoya clenches his jaw, annoyed that he’s been caught.

“I’ll buy you another one,” you whisper.

Naoya looks at you out of the corner of his eye, obviously displeased, but one nod from you has some of his tension falling away.

“Fine.”

Toji smiles, victorious, and pats the floor in front of him. Naoya scoots closer, ducking his head to fit underneath the table. You giggle at the sight of the two grown men hunched over to fit in the tight spot.

“Give me your hand,” Toji says.

“What for?”

“I’m going to read your palm.”

Naoya reluctantly does as he’s told. “I thought you used a crystal ball?”

Toji grins, haughtily. “I’m a man of many talents.”

Naoya rolls his eyes.

“So what does my hand say then? What do I have to do?”

Toji hums, turning Naoya’s hand this way and that. The older Zen’in traces a large finger over the lines of his cousin’s palm.

“You’re not going to like it,” Toji warns.

“I don’t care. I’ll do anything.”

Toji chuckles. He knows his cousin means it.

Aki calls out your order and you go to the counter. You eye the cousins warily before going to collect your food. You ask Aki for another pumpkin pie but he says they’re out. You sigh, your head already aching because you know Naoya is going to throw a fit.

Naoya walks into the living room with a sour expression. You snicker as he pulls down at the hem of the puffed out skirt of the maid costume.

“It’s too short,” Naoya complains. “It barely covers anything.”

“Just the way you like it,” you tease.

He throws you a glare before snatching the feather duster off the low table. Per Toji’s instructions, Naoya is to be your maid for three days. One day for each time he chanted Mother Grime’s name. And lucky for you the first two days happens to be on your days off.

So you watch from the sofa as he cleans the apartment. Sweeping, scrubbing, dusting. You ask him for the occasional refill on your snacks and he dutifully, yet begrudgingly, fulfills your every request. Watching him cook is even more enjoyable. After he burned the rice he opted instead to prepare instant ramen.

When you go back to work on the third day you expect Naoya to have shirked his duties but when you get home he greets you at the genkan. The apartment is spotless. There’s dinner ready for you. Ramen again, but this time with a thick piece of ham and a soft boiled egg split between your two bowls. You’re very impressed and you tell him so, not missing the way his eyes shine from the praise.

The morning after the third day you wake up to something hard pressing against your back. You don’t recognize it for what it is until Naoya suddenly gasps and sits up in bed. He shoves the covers down, leaving you shivering at the sudden cold air, and lifts the waistband of his boxers.

“Yes!”

“N’oya,” you whine, blindly grabbing the cover and pulling it over your head. “I’m tryna sleep.”

“But, babe, I’m cured. We can do it now!”

His excitement would be endearing if it weren’t so early in the morning. You burrow further into the mattress, intent on ignoring him and hoping he’ll just take care of himself.

“C’mon.” You feel his large presence hover over you. “It’s been so long and I really want my first time again to be with you.”

You groan in protest.

“I can put the maid costume on.” Naoya pauses. His eyes meet yours when you peek your eyes out from under the cover. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you checking me out. Or how much you liked bossing me around.”

He looks down at you in silence. Then a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth when you drop the cover to expose the rest of your face.

“Okay,” you agree. “But you have to make me breakfast after.”

Naoya leaps out of bed and into the closet. You smile to yourself as you watch him change into the costume, frantic and desperate to finally put his rehabilitated member to use again, and send a silent thanks to Mother Grime.

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