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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.

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lokescurse · 7 months

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Clan meetings with the Zenin were always so aggravating. Luckily for you, the heir to the clan is both pretty and willing to shake things up a bit. You push your cardio to the max and enjoy it, but perhaps there's something more worrisome brewing between you than lust.

I feel absolutely fried. I started this fic a whole year ago, and only just finished editing it down last night. I'm sick of looking at it, so take it, it's yours now. I've done my best to remain consistent throughout it, but it's a year of change to my writing style to factor in. If the tense and perspective changes at all, who cares? I ask you whoooo cares? Who cares?!

Characters: Naoya Zenin x afab!reader, semi-established (they know each other). Genre: Smut (mdni) Word Count: 6.9k~ Warnings: Predator/Prey dynamics, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, oral sex (f!receiving), nipple play, choking, teasing, frenum/dick piercings, swearing, spelling & grammar mistakes, not beta'd.

As always, kudos, comments, and general moral support are always appreciated. Finally having this one done makes me feel like this:

#Naoya Zenin #Naoya Zenin x reader #Naoya Zenin x afab!reader #Naoya x reader #Naoya smut #JJK smut #JJK x reader #Naoya thirst #not sfw #not sfw text #mdni #my writing #fanfic #thirstposting

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marimogf-archived · 5 months

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it's mr. steal your girl!

synopsis: getting stood up by your boyfriend on your birthday? don't worry, your best friend, infinite flirt satoru gojo, will never let you down!

genre / au: porn with a little plot? best friend!satoru, best friends to lovers, little fluff at the end, very little angst

contains: EXPLICIT CONTENT (MINORS DNI), afab!reader, slight dom!satoru, reader wears makeup and a dress, cheating, use of petnames (good girl, sweetheart, baby etc.), daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, photo taking, shitty bf naoya; wc: ~4.1k

happy reading, i hope you enjoy! as always, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!! 🩷

PLEASE READ MY DNI BEFORE INTERACTING!

satoru gojo is a player. or so the rumours say. everyone who talks about him says so. dubbed “mr. steal your girl” with how fast he had people falling for him, taken or not. that he's overly flirty, he hooks up with people on a whim and is not a fan of commitment.

but oh dear, was he committed to getting into your pants.

ever since he was introduced to you, arms interlinked with your boyfriend, naoya, he fantasised about being what the zen’in brat was for you. he could never treat you right, unlike satoru.

over time, the two of you got closer and closer, much to naoya’s dismay. but who was he to stop the great satoru gojo from seeing you? exactly.

most of your conversations were about your boyfriend. satoru telling you how much he hated how the zen’in heir treated you, how he was trying to keep you to himself and how you deserved better. the smile on his face fading whilst he listened to you defending naoya, trying to be a good wife-to-be, not expecting anything back from him.

satoru’s everlasting smile turned upside down, trying to understand what it was about him that had you so wrapped around his finger.

even today, on your birthday, he wasn't there. and yet you never uttered a bad word about him. even on this important day, he didn't care.

naoya had been called to an emergency clan meeting, apparently forgetting to give you a head’s up. not even a “happy birthday” text, nothing. you had waited for an hour at the restaurant until you got the call from him, telling you that he was tired after the meeting and wishing you happy birthday in that disgustingly bored tone of his.

with your heart in pieces, you called satoru right after, not wanting to waste the reservation and have a nice dinner either way. he took it as an opportunity to scrutinise naoya again, rightfully so.

“please, he could be treating you so much better. he acts like you're just an incubator for his heir and it's honestly annoying. he doesn't respect you at all and never will. he doesn't keep you around to marry, you're just a fleshlight for him. does he make you cum?,” he stated, sipping on his way too sweet tea.

you gasp at his lewd question, slapping his arm lightly and looking around to see if anyone heard him. heat was rising to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“what are you saying, of course he does!” you hissed, lying through your teeth.

satoru smirked, catching you red-handed. “you're lying and not even good at it.”

with a huff, you crossed your arms and watched how his eyes dipped to your accentuated chest and back to your face.

“okay, maybe he doesn't and i have to fake it sometimes but it still feels good. why do you even care?”

the white-haired man leaned forward, head resting on his large hand. his ocean eyes peering into yours over his sunglasses, making you squirm in your seat.

“because i want my best friend to be happy and making you cum is a part of that. it can't be that hard to make you orgasm, even naoya could do it if he cared. but he doesn't. hell, he stood you up on your own birthday because of his stupid clan meeting!”

you squinted at him, trying to ignore the thrumming in your chest as you uttered the next words.

“what? like you could treat me better?”

oh, now you've done it.

he finished his drink before grabbing your wrist and pulling you away to his car. the drive back to his apartment was tense, his warm hand on your thigh as he concentrated on the road. you squirmed, not having expected him to actually take the bait.

yes, he was your best and closest friend but he never lied about finding you hot. he never lied about his distaste for naoya, always bragging how much better he would treat you if you just gave him a chance. but because he was satoru gojo, the infinite flirt, you never thought he'd actually mean it.

he parked the car, getting out to open the passenger door for you. placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you to the front door. the smell of his cologne was overtaking your senses, getting dizzy at the prospect of actually getting in his pants.

unlocking his apartment door, he took off his sunglasses before gently taking your hand and guided you to the bedroom. as you took a tentative seat on his bed, looking around the room to avoid eye contact, satoru took a few steps towards you.

“we don't have to do it, you know. wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the zen’ins. not that i couldn't protect you. i’ll kill them if needed,” he said, kneeling in front of you and placing a warm hand on your knee.

“i just can't stand to see you so upset on your birthday and i wanna show you what it's like to be treated well because your dickhead of a boyfriend can't.”

your heart broke because you knew on the inside he was right. naoya didn't care about you at all, it was all a facade for his parents so they would stop pestering him to get married. but he never had any intention of putting a ring on your finger or having a long term relationship. you never even met his family, he didn't even invite you to his home. it was a purely physical relationship with someone you weren't compatible with with no regard for you. and for what?

it hurt. it hurt bad and you wanted satoru to take the pain away.

your eyes rose to look at him, tears brimming in them. as always, satoru read you like an open book. no matter how much you would try to hide it, he was always acutely aware of your emotions. when you nodded, giving him the green light, he smiled widely.

he rose, face to face with you, before gently kissing you and tasting the tears that started to roll down your cheeks. a whine escaped your throat, instantly being swallowed up by satoru’s lips and stored away in his memory. your eyes fluttered closed and you felt the heat rising in your cheeks once again.

his lips were so perfectly soft against yours and your hands slid up to his chest to grip his shirt. his big hands were on your neck and cheek, holding you close as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip.

your lips parted willingly, letting his tongue slide against yours. meanwhile, your fingers did quick work of the buttons of his shirt, leaving him in just a black tank top that stretched over his muscular pecs. your hands slid underneath the shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and exposing his toned arms.

his hands slid down to your shoulders, playing with the straps of your skimpy dress. he pulled away, a tiny smile playing on his lips as he watched your already dazed expression.

“you were trying to get some tonight, hm? dressed like that,” he murmured against your lips. his smile widened as you nodded, averting your gaze in embarrassment. though he wasn't the man you had intended to be in bed with, you weren't complaining.

satoru was an attractive man, no one could deny that. his snow white, fluffy hair, his cerulean blue eyes, his soft lips. down to his lean build, muscles invisible under his baggy clothes and only exposed to those who have the honour to take him to bed.

“i know i’m not your boyfriend, but i’ll show you how he should be treating you,” satoru’s voice was low and his tone so sincere that tears burned in your eyes again. his calloused thumb wiped away the stray ones escaping, kissing your mascara-stained cheeks.

his kisses started travelling lower, along your jawline and down your neck. you closed your eyes with a sigh as satoru’s soft lips explored your hot skin. he gently pushed you back onto the soft mattress, his lips never leaving your neck. his tall frame towered over you, a feeling of safety embracing you.

he alternated between sucking and biting, marking you as his. quiet moans left your lips as his large hands found your soft breasts, massaging them through your dress. your nipples were already perked up, visible through the thin fabric.

“‘toru…” you whimpered, hands gripping his broad shoulders. your sounds were music to his ears. he pinched your nipples through your dress, making your back arch into him. that gave him the perfect opportunity to slide the straps off your shoulders, exposing you to the cold air in his bedroom as well as his hungry eyes.

“what is it, sweetheart?” he taunted, leaning down again to ravage your chest, hot mouth engulfing your perked bud. you whined, your hands finding purchase in his soft hair. the other breast was also getting attention. his big hand squishing it, rolling the sensitive nipple between his fingers. switching sides, the cold air made your saliva-slicked bud even more sensitive. he gently bit your nipple, making you moan his name and pull his hair.

pulling him off of you, he looked at you with dilated pupils and a cocky grin on his lips. your heavy breaths making your chest rise and fall.

“please, just make me forget about him.”

your dress was off in seconds, leaving you just in your skimpy lace underwear that sported a wet patch already. he took off his clothes down to his boxers equally as fast before focusing his attention back on you.

you felt so small underneath his intense gaze, his body framing yours as he leaned over you again to kiss you feverishly. you pulled him closer, hands wandering over his hot skin, feeling his muscles twitch and flex. satoru had a way of making everyone around him feel small due to his height but now you truly felt tiny underneath his large frame.

his kisses trailed down your chest again, going lower and lower until he knelt between your legs, nipping at the skin of your thighs. you sat up on your elbows to see his darkened eyes and his nose nudging against your covered cunt, inhaling your scent.

“all this for me? you shouldn't have,” he smirked, pressing a soft kiss against your clothed clit. you whined his name, wiggling and hinting at him to get on with it. he let out a chuckle and hooked his fingers under the waistband to pull your soaked underwear down your legs, a string of arousal connecting your cunt and the fabric. throwing the skimpy fabric over his shoulder, he placed his warm hands on the inside of your soft thighs as you tried to close your legs.

“nuh uh, baby, let me see what naoya’s been claiming.”

satoru gojo may not be a fan of commitment. but currently, he was hopelessly devoted to you.

okay, you and your wet cunt in front of his face. your folds were glistening with arousal, the scent of it overtaking his senses. all for him and him only.

he had dreamed about this for a long time. to have you like this underneath him, bashfully writhing and moaning for him to hurry up.

his lips found your thigh, fangs showing to nip your skin and mark you. you were watching him intently, mouth agape and drool threatening to run out of the corner.

when his hot tongue finally made contact with your pussy, your head fell back and a loud moan left your lips. the wet appendage was lapping up your juices and he moaned at your sweet taste. his eyes were trained on your face, brows furrowed in concentration.

he was dead set on fulfilling your wish. to make you forget your shitty boyfriend, erasing every bad memory from your mind and body.

his hands gripped your thighs, nails leaving crescent marks as your hips moved on their own, grinding against his hot mouth. his tongue flattened against your clit, providing you with just enough friction to grind against.

his scalp started to burn pleasantly with the way you were pulling him, using him to get yourself off. his tongue was so hot and wet against you and his lips curled into a smile when he noticed your moans getting louder and your hips stuttering against him.

he pulled away just as you were tiptoeing on the brink of orgasm, a needy whine leaving your lips.

“hah… why'd you stop, ‘toru? please, wanna cum,” you whimpered and he almost gave in if it wasn't for his plan.

his fingers spread your lips, watching your tiny hole clench around nothing. your glistening arousal dripping down your hole made his mouth water again. his long middle finger slid into your warmth slowly, your arms giving out underneath you and your back arching towards him.

he curled his finger upwards, finding the spongy spot in your walls almost immediately and abusing it right away. whimpers left your throat and you gripped the sheets next to you, fucking yourself on his finger.

“fuuck baby, s’tight. naoya isn't fucking you right, is he?”

a rhetorical question. if he would, you wouldn't be in this predicament.

he added a second one, his larger fingers stretching you out and reaching spots inside you that naoya never could. but just as you were close to cumming, he pulled his finger out, leaving you high and dry again.

“why'd you do that? i wanna cum, ‘toru, please, just let me,” you cried out, leaning up on wobbly arms with huffs and puffs.

“because i haven't given you your birthday taps yet.”

your eyes widened at his insinuation. satoru grinned at you before his big hand made contact with your pussy again.

but not in the way you had hoped and wanted.

a harsh slap echoed through the room, followed by a whine from your lips. the man between your legs grinned, fangs shining in the low light of your bedroom.

“c’mon baby, you gotta count,” he teased, calloused fingers drawing gentle circles on your swollen clit. “for good luck.”

you couldn't concentrate, feeling dizzy at the stimulation and your two denied orgasms already. but to satoru’s delight, you started counting. he kept going, always giving you a little breather in between and rubbing your clit or pushing his fingers inside you to keep you on edge. your thighs were trembling, littered with marks and your voice was starting to give out at the halfway point.

“please ‘toru, i wanna cum so bad,” you pleaded, gripping his wrist and looking at his smug face with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“you're almost done, baby. if you finish without cumming, i’ll give it to you,” he spoke, thumb rubbing your hot skin soothingly. truthfully, satoru didn't even know how he was lasting, dick painfully hard and dripping against the mattress. but he restrained himself somehow.

for you.

the last few slaps against your cunt were torturous, stars dancing behind your eyes with each slap and the coil threatening to snap.

“okay, you're done, baby. did s’well, you deserve a reward now, hm?” satoru teased before plunging two fingers into your dripping pussy, his tongue wet against your clit.

your back arched unnaturally off the bed, hands gripping his white strands. you almost blacked out from the pleasure as your hips gyrated against his fingers.

“oh, s’good, tha…thank you, thank you,” you panted, chasing ecstasy, “fuck, feels so good.”

“yeah? better than your shitty boyfriend?” he cooed, watching you get yourself off on him. your skin was glistening with sweat, the smell of your arousal filling the whole room and your moans just music to his ears.

“can't believe he'd wanna miss out on this,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. not that you would've heard, too busy getting lost in the pleasure.

“m’close, pleasepleaseplease, daddy!! please let me cum!” you begged and satoru’s heart leaped out of his chest at the nickname. he'd never expected you to call someone daddy but now that he heard it once?

he never wanted anyone else to hear it.

“come on then, make a mess, baby,” he said, giving you the green light, “make a mess on daddy’s fingers.”

satoru watched in delight as your body convulsed and your cunt gushed clear liquid into his waiting mouth. he was drinking up your juices and moaning against you, prolonging your orgasm. he slowed down his fingers, giving your clit kitten licks before pulling out with a wet squelch. his fingers were drenched in your juices and he lifted himself up, pushing his fingers past your lips.

he could've sworn he blacked out for a second when you looked at him with fucked out eyes and heart-shaped pupils. sucking your essence off his fingers and moaning around them.

“fuck, you're so hot. i can't believe he doesn't wanna fuck you 24/7. such a good girl,” he whispered. you whined, brain scrambled from how hard you came.

he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, giving you a heated kiss before rummaging around his room for a condom. once you came to your senses again and realised what he was looking for, you called out to him.

“satoru.”

he turned around, looking at you getting on your hands and knees shakily and looking back at him. his dick twitched in his underwear as you wiggled your ass at him, cunt dripping onto the sheets.

“you don't need one.”

at the premise of fucking you raw, he got behind you, boxers discarded in seconds and his fat cock grinding against your wet heat. your arousal was lubricating his length before he slowly pushed into your warm, wet cunt. he let out a moan, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. he bottomed out, feeling you clench around him and he tried his hardest not to bust right there.

“oh m’god, so big,” you whimpered, arms threatening to give out. one of satoru’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you up and closer to him. the other snaking up for his hand to cover your throat and squeezing gently. his chest was pressed against your arched back, his whole body caging you.

“yeah? like being filled up with daddy's cock?” he whispered in your ears and you whined, feeling your cunt stretching out. his hand snaked down to your sensitive clit, slowly circling his fingers and adding to the stimulation.

“s’good, daddy, please fuck me,” you moaned, drool escaping the corner of your mouth as you held onto satoru’s strong arms.

he started moving at your command. slowly, gently, feeling your walls hug his length so deliciously. his dick hit every sensitive spot of your walls, mushroom tip nudging against your cervix.

“fuck, baby, y’r so tight, so good f’me,” he grunted, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your shoulder before picking up the pace. his hips snapped against yours, your tits jiggling with every thrust.

your lips were parted, letting out a constant stream of moans at how deliciously painful satoru’s swollen tip bruised your insides. stretching you out and nudging that gummy, sensitive spot inside you that had you reeling towards the edge.

“g’na cum again, daddy. pleaseplease let me cum!” you whined, nails leaving red marks on his skin as you struggled to keep your hold on him. satoru smirked against your skin, sinking his teeth into your shoulder with a groan when you clenched around him. you were trying so hard to keep it in, to be a good girl.

all for him.

“cum for me then, make a mess on my cock, baby,” he whispered in your ear. he held you close to him as you shook, pussy clenching and gushing around him and soaking the sheets.

“oh fuuck, oh my god!” you whimpered when he slowly thrusted into you. he was prolonging your orgasm while inching closer to his own, your sensitive walls hugging his length so tightly.

satoru let go of you, letting you fall to the mattress. one of his hands gripping your hip tightly. the other was grabbing your hair, pulling your torso up. putting his foot onto the mattress for leverage, his thrusts began to speed up, a constant slapping sound echoing through his bedroom. his pink lips were parted, letting out deep grunts and moans of your name.

“gonna fill y’up, baby. gonna breed this little pussy, get you all nice and pregnant, so that asshole knows you’re mine. you'd like that, wouldn't you?,” he grumbled, completely pussydrunk.

“please, daddy, fill m’up, make me yours,” you mewled, absolutely drunk off the way he was hitting your g-spot over and over again. the coil in your stomach was tightening yet again.

his hips snapped into you, just a few thrusts more until he was stilling inside you. bottomed out, he let out a long moan as rope after rope of his cum painted your insides white. the warm feeling of his seed made you cum yet again, coating his length in your essence.

you two stayed still for a breath before satoru pulled out with a lewd squelch, watching as his cum slowly dripped out of your clenching hole. he grabbed the flesh of your buttock, using two fingers to push his cum back into you. he then took your phone, snapping a picture of your leaking cunt and sending it to naoya.

captioned: “it's mr. steal your girl! :3”

he wanted to block the contact but refrained, just for you to see his reaction. while he got off the bed, you flopped onto your side, heavy breathing making your chest rise and fall. he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your sweaty forehead, whispering that he'll be right back.

you didn't come back to your senses for a while, trying to make up what actually happened. guilt and anxiety overtook you, but the pleasant buzz of sex overshadowed it soon enough.

satoru returned quickly with a wet washcloth and a glass of water with a straw. he held it out for you, watching with heart-shaped pupils as you emptied the glass in mere seconds. the wet washcloth met your face, gently wiping away the sweat before he reached between your legs, wiping away the remnants of both your orgasms.

your eyes were struggling to stay open, trying desperately to fight sleep. a content smile lifted the corners of your mouth, a gentle simmer overtaking your heart.

“so this is how the great satoru gojo treats his hookups, huh?” you mumbled, not really expecting an answer. satoru’s hand settled on your cheek, thumb rubbing soothingly over the hot skin. the gentle touch forced you to look at him, tears burning in your eyes at the prospect of facing your actual boyfriend.

as if he could read your troubled mind, satoru leaned down again to press his lips against yours, trying to convey the loving thrum of his heart with just a kiss. but just in case it wouldn't work, he parted from you to speak.

“you weren't just a hookup though. this is how the great satoru gojo would treat his potential girlfriend if she would finally break up with her scumbag of a boyfriend,” he murmured, nose nudging yours, forcing an exhausted giggle out of you.

“but good thing, i already did it for you!” he held the phone up to your face, showing you the photo he sent to naoya as well as the slur of angry messages that followed, including one stating that he was breaking up with you. reading through it all with a slacked jaw, a breathy laugh erupted from your chest.

the realisation hit you in the face. you were finally free from the zen’in clan and their horrid heir. not that they'd care anyway.

“you're unbelievable, satoru!”

he took the liberty of blocking the contact now, setting your phone down on the nightstand.

“i truly really like you, i didn't just wanna give you some mind-blowing birthday sex. not that i’m complaining,” he laughed, reaching out for your hand. the giggle that left your lips had his heart doing somersaults.

“i truly want to see you happy and i’m a firm believer that you would be by my side. i know i always joke about it but i’m being honest right now. will you please be my girlfriend?” he asked, voice quiet and almost insecure which was an unusual phenomenon.

you felt your heartbeat pick up, the organ thrumming against your ribcage. you always had eyes for satoru. truthfully, you got with naoya out of spite in hopes that the feelings would subside. but the truth would always prevail.

“is that a rhetorical question? of course i will!”

satoru gojo, "mr. steal your girl", has only ever stolen one girl in his life and that was you.

but by god, was it worth it.

a/n: WAHHHHHHH it's finally out of my system!! this is dedicated to my favourite gojo fucker @jabamin for her and gojo's birthday 🩷 (everyone go wish karina a happy birthday or else 🫵🏼) thank you to @tojiella for your help proofreading, also tagging @screampied @ramonathinks @c0pkiller @tetsuskei and @gojoest as fellow gojo lovers teehee. i hope you enjoyed, love you so much 💗

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

no 👺 jk here you go love <3

ε ❤︎ з CHERRY POPPING! ᡴꪫ

MINORS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DNI!!

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

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

CHOSO & GOJO w.c: 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SUKUNA & NAOYA

w.c: 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.BLUE LOCK.

— # 𝒷𝓁𝓁𝓀 𝓂ℴℴ𝒹𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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.CHAINSAW MAN.

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lale-txt · 2 months

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❉ in a long-distance relationship ↳ w/ Nanami & Naoya (separate)

a/n: getting into my clown car because originally i was planning to write this for four characters in total, then i blinked and suddenly i had written over 2k words in headcanons and drabbles and decided to call it a day. i personally want to thank Nanami and Naoya for representing the both flawless and horrendous ends of the spectrum regarding my taste in fictional men ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

contains: headcanons are sfw & gn!reader, drabbles are ns.fw & afab!reader. i'll put individual warnings before each drabble later in the text.

word count: 2.3k

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

the driest texter known to man

it’s not like Nanami won’t think of you and text you throughout the day, it’s more that his texts read as if they’re coming from your tax consultant rather than from the love of your life

“Arrived at the accommodation. Room is very clean. About to head out for work, will call you later tonight. Love you, K. PS: Heard Lawson has cabbage on sale this week.”

he’s never beating the old man allegations

it’s an obstacle that yours and his work often requires you both to travel and spend time apart, but to Nanami, once committed, long distance was never a reason for things not to work out between you

he keeps his promises and calls when he said he would, he sends you flowers when he can’t bring them back home in person and he orders you food when you’re having a rough day, staying on the phone with you while you eat and letting you vent if you need to

when he misses you (which he always does), he lets you know. no matter how far apart, Nanami would never make you doubt if you’re on his mind and in his heart

often he’d send you photos of his lunch or local specialities, sometimes photos from the local pigeons too when they’d pick up the crumbs of his sandwich at his feet

“Those two seem inseparable. Made me think of us. Miss your voice, will call you tonight. What are you having for lunch? Careful when you cut the cabbage.”

at night, after another draining day of fighting curses, the only thing keeping Nanami going is the prospect of hearing your voice over the speaker

he will close his eyes and imagine you snuggled up in bed while talking to him, waiting for him to come home, and oh, how badly he wants to be by your side and never let you go

cw: afab!reader (no pronouns used, 'cunt' and 'pussy' used to describe genitalia), phone sex, panty sniffing, masturbation (with said panties), dirty talk, breeding kink (no mention of pregnancy or babies), mention of: brat taming, mirror sex and hair pulling

“Sorry, love. Were you asleep already?”

Nanami’s voice is quiet, almost like an apology for calling you this late. He knows you’re always staying up and fighting your sleepiness, despite him telling you not to wait for him—he’s grateful you do though, because hearing your voice is the one thing that will get him through each day, no matter how long it drags on.

“Mhm, not quite yet,” you mumble into your phone and smile at the sound of his voice. “‘m all cozy in bed though, it still smells like you. Only missing your warmth.”

Nanami laughs quietly at the other end of the line. He has no problems imagining you right now, having the big bed you bought together all for yourself but still curling up on his side of the mattress, where his scent still lingers. He hums softly.

“That was quite the surprise I found in my pocket this morning.”

You hear some rustling sounds and a pair of pants getting unzipped, and the grin on your face widens. Putting your phone on speaker, you set it down on the pillow next to you and roll over on your back, feeling more awake now.

“Well? Did you like it?”, you coo.

“Loved it.”

The panties you slipped into Nanami’s jacket before he left are now dangling from his finger in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He picked them out for you a while ago and now you were simply returning the favor, knowing how lonely it can get on a solo mission. He closes his big fist around them and brings them to his face, inhaling your musk and making him groan quietly. His cock aches in his boxers, precum staining them slightly, but he doesn’t touch himself yet.

“God, I miss you,” he mutters after catching another whiff of your worn panties. “Want to taste you so badly, love. When I get home, I’ll have you sit on my face till your legs give out.”

You chuckle at the prospect of it. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“Did you touch yourself with my panties?”, you ask in a sultry voice and you can hear Nanami growl a little at the other end of the line.

“I’m doing it right now,” he replies in a husky voice, having his bottoms hastily pulled down his thighs and now fisting his cock with your panties wrapped around it. The fabric feels soft and expensive, and the thought of how they clung to your cunt when you soaked through them has his mind spinning circles.

“Good. I want to hear you cum,” you whisper, closing your eyes for a better imagination. “Tell me what you want to do with me when you’re back home.”

Nanami pumps his fat cock with one hand, the other holding his phone to his ear. He’s sprawled out in an armchair, head in the back of his neck, his eyes shut as well. His breath comes out raggedly.

“Gonna fill your pretty little cunt to the brim,” he mumbles. “Tongue, fingers, cock. Everything. Whatever you beg for, I’ll give it to you. Gonna pump you so full of my cum, you’ll have it ruin your panties for days, but you’d like that, don’t you?”

“Fuck,” you mewl at the other end of the line, kicking back the sheets and spreading your legs to touch yourself to his words. Your fingers reached nowhere as deep as Nanami's, but it was better than nothing.

“Gonna bend you over and fuck you on every flat surface in our house,” he rasps. “In front of the big mirror too, so you can see the faces you make when you cum on my cock. Wanna feel how tight you get when you’re milking me. As if you’re trying to remember the shape of my cock forever. Made for me, only me. And if you’re gonna be a brat, which I know you will, I’ll stuff your mouth with your panties and pull your hair till I fucked some obedience into you.”

Nanami groans; he is so close. Damn, if only you were here for him to bury himself in the warmth of your cunt. Your whimpering at the other end of the line and your panties wrapped around his cock as he pumps himself are enough to send him tumbling over the edge, a supernova of pent up lust and frustration unleashing within him. The silken fabric soaks up all of his cum, sticky and hot against his skin. He made a mess, but cleaning up was for later.

“You good, love?”, he asks in a raspy voice and can’t help but smile at the sound of your heavy breathing.

“Came so hard I saw stars a little,” you confess over the speaker and snicker. You’ll definitely have to change the sheets before Nanami gets home. As if you two wouldn’t ruin them anyway.

“Good, good,” he laughs. “Now sleep, dear, I kept you up for too long. I’ll be home tomorrow night, okay? Can’t wait to kiss you.”

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀

Naoya hates being apart from you and he doesn’t understand why you take on missions that require you to leave the Zen’in estate aka him

in his eyes, as his spouse there’s no need for you to work at all, you should just stay at home with him or accompany him on his business trips

he can and he will yap about this while you pack your bags, while he drives you to the train station (he insists to escort you there himself), while carrying your luggage and even between goodbye kisses. seriously, this man never learned how to shut up in his entire life

the night prior, Naoya had made sure to leave plenty of hickeys all over your body, as a reminder who you belong to

he’s clearly bored out of his mind without you around, your phone blowing up with text and voice messages from him, demanding your unrestricted attention and getting pouty when you don’t immediately reply to him

it’s not like Naoya is jealous or worried that you’d see someone else behind his back–his ego is too big to consider this even a possibility

he’s simply the undefeated champion in the pain in the ass competition

he’ll act nonchalant when you call him once you’re back at your hotel, trying to sound as if he wasn’t pacing restlessly around all day until his phone finally lit up with your name on display

asking you about your day comes second, first you’ll have to listen to him whining how much it sucks without you around and that this’ll be the last time that he’s allowing you as your husband to go on a solo mission (he’s ignoring your unrestrained laughter about it), and that you’ll have to think of something to make it up to him on your way home which will be in 3 days, 11 hours and 27 minutes (he’s counting)

cw: afab!reader (no pronouns used, 'cunt' and 'pussy' used to describe genitalia), video call sex, dirty talk, masturbation, praise kink, mention of spitting, sweet talking Naoya into submission, he has nipple piercings in this one, Naoya being his own warning

“Seriously? You couldn’t wait three seconds to at least show me your face before flipping the camera to your dick?”

You lie on your stomach in a hotel bed that’s way too big for you alone, fresh out of the shower, glancing down at your phone in your hand. After a long day of fighting an extremely nasty curse, you crave nothing more than rubbing one out to the voice of your husband and passing out immediately afterwards. Your hips grind lazily into a pillow between your legs, feeling that familiar throb, while Naoya on the other end strokes himself on display as slowly, his thumb drawing circles over his leaking tip. His moans are slightly muffled over the speaker.

“Can’t help it, babe, I’ve been like this all day, aching for ya. Had my cock throbbing even at family dinner. Been thinking about nothing other than stuffing all of yer greedy holes. Just look–”

The movements of the video get a bit shaky when he fists his cock, pumping himself at a leisurely pace. You’ve memorized every vein of his cock, feeling your mouth water a little at the sight of it. While Naoya wasn’t a size king, he had the girth and you vividly remember how he knocked the air out of your lungs when he pounded you into the mattress for the very first time. You roll your hips some more, chasing for the right friction to get you off, the camera still aimed at your face.

“Then gimme a show at least,” you whine and put on a small pout which you know Naoya can never resist. If there’s anything Naoya loves, then it’s attention and praise, and he is way too easy to bait into whatever could offer him that.

“Oh, ‘m gonna give yer a show, baby. Gonna make ya regret not being here with me. I’d have ya drooling all over my cock if yer were here with me now,” he rattles. “Would spit in yer mouth, that’s how ya like it, dontcha?”

The display turns dark and blurry for a moment, and you can practically feel the excitement from the other end of the line when Naoya props his phone up against something to have his hands free. He is so obedient at times, yet he would hate to hear that. For the first time today you get a glimpse of his face now, the pink of his tongue poking out slightly between his lips, his hakama pants hanging unfastened from his hips, his cock resting heavy on his thigh when he leans back.

“The shirt, too,” you demand. “Take it off.”

“Nah, too many buttons,” Naoya huffs and grips his cock again, making sure to angle it just right at the camera. Oh, how he wished you were on your knees before him right now. All the ways he’d mess you up.

“Then pull it up at least. C’mon, put it in your mouth like I do it for you sometimes,” you coax him in your sweetest, sultriest voice. “I know you can be a good boy for me.”

Naoya’s hips yerk up slightly at the praise and he lets out a shaky breath, clearly trying to restrain himself from coming too fast. His resilience is crumbling so easily at the sight of your pretty face and he hastily grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, biting down on it to keep the fabric from sliding down again. One nice side effect of this was that with his mouth stuffed, he would shut up for once.

“Mmm, yes. That’s it, so good, aren’t you?” you coo and have Naoya gripping his cock tighter, his movements getting sloppy. His abs contracted with every jerk of his hand, and soon he was whining and panting, legs spread apart so beautifully for your perfect view.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?”, you ask while grinding against your pillow, mesmerized by the sight on your display. Seeing a man like Naoya falter so easily at your words alone has you feeling a certain kind of arousal, pooling right in your stomach.

It makes you want to wreck him entirely.

Naoya nods and whimpers, using his free hand to play with his nipple piercing, all while his other pumps himself into a higher sphere. His hips are bucking and precum is drooling from his pink tip, making a mess out of him and amplifying the lewd sounds.

He doesn’t last long, and when he cums thick white ropes fall onto his stomach, his mouth hanging agape. His cheeks are flushed and he mewls while he keeps stroking himself, milking every last drop out of him while chanting your name in a needy voice.

This. This might be your favorite sight ever.

“Such a good boy. So good for me. Now bend over for me, hm? Show’s not over yet.”

#jjk x reader #nanami x reader #naoya x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento x reader #naoya zenin x reader #jjk reader insert #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios #nanami kento #naoya zenin

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batterygarden · 12 days

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trapped in a bomb shelter with your big bro naoya

cw: big bro! naoya x fem & afab! reader, dead dove do not eat, misogyny! (and it's my kink so it's not like.. refuted), mild degradation (naoya calls u dumb), but naoya's sweet too, depression and nihilism, masturbation (both of u), sorta dubcon (tagged), fingering, and light mentions of: p in v, somno, cunnilingus, bondage, cowgirl, humiliation kink (on you), naoya being possessive, 1.7 k words

18+, minors don't interact

It’s surprising when the attack is announced how quickly Naoya moves to grab you. The gears in your mind haven’t even processed the news—that doomsday is upon you—by the time your brother has you snatched up in his arms and he’s running.

Most of the clan’s away at a local festival—a whole kilometer’s walk from the great zenin estate and the bomb shelter your esteemed (and wealthy) clan head installed. You and Naoya are the only ones to make it in time.

Naoya has never been the warmest big brother. In fact, there have been plenty of times where you thought you hated him. But at the end of the day you know he cares for you—even if it’s in his twisted, roundabout way. Still, enough that you were his first and only priority to shove into the little bunker beneath your estate surprised you a bit.

You aren’t sure Naoya thought his decision out—you know he didn’t have time to properly. The way he rushed to your room and scooped you in his arms, no pit stops before locking the thick bunker door closed behind him—before anyone else had the chance to join. It ended up being for the best, explosions outside were heard only too shortly after—still, you hope he doesn’t regret it.

You’re nearing day 10 inside your small shelter, and if the shaking ground and dire radio warnings Naoya managed to pick up are any indicator—the world outside isn’t going to be inhabitable again for a while.

Naoya is handling things better than expected. He’s thrown himself to small tasks—keeping the mind sharp he calls it. He’s less grumpy than he could be—resilient. Honestly the one lacking in mental fortitude is you.

“You can’t just sit there watching me do push ups. You need to move around too, dummy.”

“Nii-san im starting to lose the point.”

“The point?”

“I don’t understand why anything matters anymore if we’re all that’s left.”

He wipes sweat from his brow, glaring at you while he drinks some water.

“You just said it. Things still matter because we are still here. Eventually outside will be safe again and we’ll get out and start over. Don’t get all stupid and weepy in the meantime.”

You try to stay occupied, you try to do as Naoya says, but still, you struggle. Spending day after monotonous day trapped in here, you can’t help but start to get depressed.

Then one day Naoya says he needs to touch himself.

And there’s no room for you to avoid him while he does. You’re uncomfortable—-giving him a look that conveys it. But he insists he has to.

“I’m a man. Don’t be dense.”

Before you know it his cock is out and he’s fisting it at a leisurely pace, leaning back on the bed with his other hand. You face away from him, trying and failing to focus on rereading your book. But then he says your name, and when you look he’s still exposed and hard, but he beckons for you to come closer. He isn’t satisfied with your closeness till you’re sitting beside him on the bed.

He’s still stroking himself slowly when he says: “You need this, too. Touch yourself.”

You freeze for a minute then shake your head. Is this some kind of test? It’s shameful…

“Saving yourself for marriage doesn’t matter anymore if we’re all that’s left. You’re practically mine now anyways, since our entire clan is obliterated. It’s just me ‘n you.”

...You need to collect your thoughts. In the first place… you’re unsure how far you could get away with disobeying your big brother. He’s been somewhat softer in the shelter, better behaved than he was outside, at least. But you haven’t forgotten the way he used to act when he didn’t get his way… conniving and nasty—you’ve witnessed his wrath more times than you can count. Notably, though, It wasn’t ever pointed at you—his attitude towards his little sister has only ever been mischievous at worst. He’d simply mock and pick apart, invade your personal space and mess up your hair—though you’re sure he’d have been much worse if you didn’t go out of your way to be inoffensive. All in all, a hard no from you now would be a first inside the shelter.

Then there’s the honest truth of the matter: he’s right. Naoya may as well be the last person on earth for all you know, and you have been going crazy with hormones and neediness—but too afraid to touch yourself with no alone time. It’s a week after your period so you’re pretty sure you’re ovulating, and Naoya’s been walking around shirtless, acting just as touchy as always, but kinder than usual—and it’s not like he’s unattractive.

It’s sick that you’re even considering it. Touching yourself at your brother’s command—you’re a daughter of a distinguished clan! Maybe this little bunker truly is making you crazy…

In the end, the same idea that’s been infecting your mind constantly post doomsday wins out: nothing matters anymore anyways.

That thought is how you justify laying back on the bed beside your brother, stripped of your robes and spread-legged, two fingers pumping in and out of your pussy while you buck against your palm.

Naoya’s sharp eyes watch from beside you, never missing a thing while he continues stroking his cock. You’re so relieved to be giving your pussy attention after so long, you don’t even dwell on how messed up it all is.

After a while of trying to cum but barely reaching that special spot inside you to do so, Naoya can’t take watching anymore.

“My sweet sister, how old are you, again? You can’t even make yourself cum?” Naoya tucks his hard-on in the waistband of his pants, focusing entirely on you.

The mattress squeaks as he scoots closer, large hand around your ankle to spread you wider for his gaze.

You stop pumping your fingers, giving him a slow stare. He frowns. “No, no, keep trying. Let me see what’s the matter.”

So you do, working yourself up while you and Naoya watch each other, humping your palm when you get close again. You whine, biting your lip while you brush against the part inside you that feels best. Still, it’s not enough. You’re on the edge of tears searching for that release when—

“Okay, stop, sweet thing. You clearly need a man to do this.”

You pant while you look up at him, remembering what exactly is going on here when you pull your messy fingers away. It only makes you wetter when you think of the nastiness of it all.

“Nii-san?”

It shouldn’t surprise you when his fingers replace yours, but it does, Naoya’s warm touch with no warning earning a little jump.

He doesn’t comment, only sets to work with his middle and ring finger sinking deep into your hole, curling right where you need them but couldn’t reach yourself, pressing his thumb to your clit at the same time.

It feels heavenly. So good you almost close your eyes, but you can’t somehow. You wouldn’t want to lose a glimpse of Naoya—his eyes are transfixing.

And, like always, Naoya watches you back.

His expression while he does is patient and relaxed in a way that reminds you of when he helped you with homework or something as a kid. Patient and bored if you ever struggled or needed help—like he always had low expectations for you. You suppose that’s why he had so much more patience for you than he did for other family members—your shortcomings were at times endearing while those he thought were supposed to be strong had stricter standards.

Ultimately, an inability to make yourself cum seems like something Naoya expected of you.

And he wasn’t lying about his ability to help—his bigger fingers fit inside you just where you need them, and it takes your brother only minutes to earn your release, clamping down on him while you make a mess on the bed, crying out and arching—after edging for so long the orgasm lasts what feels like forever.

Noaya fucks you after that. He may as well, he tells you—he still needs to get off and it’ll feel good for you this way too. And he’s right, he may as well. It’s the end of the world and your brother may as well fuck you. And of course his cock feels amazing—it manages to feel like a solace in this bunker where nothing matters.

After that day, miraculously, you start to perk up. Naoya figured out the key to your depression, the key to keeping you occupied—it’s sex. Everyday your big brother fucks you and every day you get better.

Things stay interesting because when you’re fucking every day—you experiment. Or at least, Naoya does—he’s the creative one between the two of you, you’re just along for the ride.

You wake up in knots of rope one morning with Naoya’s tongue between your legs—you’re in the middle of an orgasm. He splits you open on his cock afterwards for good measure. He lets you ride him another day, something you’re fairly sure he’s never let a woman do. You cockwarm him while the two of you read a book at the same time—it’s silly. He’s kept you tied up almost an entire day before, doing whatever he wanted, exposed and embarrassed. You’re his little cock sleeve of a sister, he says.

“You know I’m actually glad that at least this way, stuck in here, no other clan can have you. They wouldn’t deserve you as a wife, not one of them. It’s a silver lining—this way, you’re all mine.”

#naoya x reader #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #naoya zenin x reader #naoya fic #naoya smut #jjk fic #naoya zenin fic #tw.incest #tw.dubcon #tw.misogyny #tw.degradation #tw.somnophilia

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midnight-eras · 2 months

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Catching you with a sex toy. Jjk.

Satoru Gojo x afab!reader, Naoya Zen'in x afab!reader

Their reaction to catching you with a sex toy (drabbles)

Warnings — oral sex, sex toys, degradation, slight manhandling, usage of pet names, female reader, sub!reader, Dom!Gojo, Dom!naoya

Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated

Satoru Gojo

Gojo is the playful, teasing type. When he found your little vibrator in your closet, he wasn't mad or even surprised. Having a sex toy seemed completely normal to him. But oh my, he was very very eager to play around with it. When you came home that evening it wasn't hard to see that Gojo was hot and bothered. He's rather open about it. He gave you a cheeky smile and held out the little vibrator, “Look what I found, honey~.” He let out a low chuckle.

It didn't take long at all for you both to be laid out on the bed, both stripped of all clothing material. Your delicious thighs were parted and thrown over Gojo’s shoulders and he was having the time of his life, swapping out between eating you out or playing around with the vibrator.

Gojo gave one last flick of his skilled tongue before lifting his head, humming, “mmmmh~ you like that, sweetheart~?” He whispered. You were so sensitive, so wet, and you laid out in front of him, panting, your cheeks flushed. But you know beyond the shadow of a doubt that he wasn't nearly done with you yet.

Turning on the little vibrator, he gave you his signature grin before pressing it against your very sensitive nub, earning a whimper from you which was music to his ears. “Ah… s-satoru…” you were already close from his playing teasing with his tongue and you felt like you were able to fall apart any second. Satoru could definitely see just that from the way your thighs began trembling. “Cum for me, my sweet girl~” he whispered as he upped the setting of the little vibrator. And finally you felt the knot in the lower stomach snap and you spiralled into the delicious orgasm you were craving since you got home and looked at Satoru…

Naoya Zen'in

Naoya is the kind of man who screws around with women. You were one of those women. But he found you to be particularly cute and charming. He waited at the hotel you agreed to meet at, and you both knew where it would lead. He sat on the bed, for once he wasn't wearing his traditional Japanese clothing. He was in a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. When finally he saw the door open. “You finally showed up~” he gave you a charming smirk as he patted his lap, “Come here. You've kept me waiting long enough~”

Nodding, you placed your overnight bag down. Naoya eyed it, “You bring anything with?” He asked. You turned to look at him, shrugging, “Just clothes” you said. Opening the bag, you wanted to show him what you had, only for your favourite pink vibrator to fall out of your bag and onto the floor. Where Naoya could see it. Instantly a grin came to his face as he swiftly reached down to pick it up. He pressed the little button and felt the device vibrate in his hand. He only grinned even wider.

“And why would you hide this from me, hmmm?” He chuckled. Again, he patted his lap. Nervously, you went to straddle his lap, looking into his golden hues. Your cheeks turned red, you felt… kind of embarrassed that he had to see your little toy.

“Aw, don't get all shy now~” Naoya let his hand travel under your skirt, and immediately he pushed your panties aside, to feel that you were already wet, “so wet already” he whispered. Naoya reached for the vibrator, that was still on and he began to experiment. Pushing the strong vibrations against your most sensitive spot, your cute little clit and immediately you were writhing and moaning, “Naoya~” you began grinding yourself against the toy, seeking more pressure. Naoya was definitely enjoying this, you could see it from the look on his face and that lustful glow in his eyes. “You like that, little slut?” He whispered in your ear before abruptly turning it off. You whined, “Naoya, please…” you pleaded, only for him to shove you on the floor, into your knees, “Be a good girl and I'll think about it…~”

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujusu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo #naoya #satoru gojo #naoya zenin #satoru gojo x reader #naoya zenin x reader #satoru gojo smut #naoya zenin smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #naoya x reader #naoya smut

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onismdaydream · 3 months

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JUJUTSU KAISEN

YUJI ITADORI

↦ pervert yuji | drabble, afab reader

↦ pretty sounds | drabble, afab reader, sweet sub yuji

↦ strong and soft | drabble, gn reader, crossdressing, lingerie

↦ begging | drabble, gn reader, needy yuji, slight breeding kink

↦ ice, ice, baby | headcanon, gn reader, hockey player yuji, fluff/sfw

↦ playtime (ft. kento nanami) | drabble, afab reader, puppy hybrid reader, yuji taking care of nanami's puppy

↦ puppyboy | headcanon, afab reader, puppy hybrid yuji, slight breeding kink, yuji in rut

↦ thankful | headcanon, afab reader, stupid joke

↦ smile for the camera (vol 1) | drabble, afab reader, twt porn link, soft smut, handjob

↦ heeled | drabble, afab reader, feet/cock stepping, whipped yuji

↦ competition | drabble, afab reader, pseudo-incest, yuji and sukuna both want you

↦ slip of the tongue | drabble, afab reader, daddy kink

↦ eager | headcanon, gn reader, yuji cums easily and a lot

↦ pulsing | headcanon, gn reader, exhibitionism

↦ stamina | drabble, afab reader, implied multiple orgasms

↦ first kiss | drabble, afab reader, incest, younger brother yuji, no explicit smut

SATORU GOJO

↦ cocky | drabble, gn reader, pain slut gojo, sub gojo

↦ fucked out | drabble, gn reader, trans gojo

↦ teasing touch | drabble, implied afab reader, sub gojo, dildo, twt porn link

↦ free use | drabble, gn reader, sub gojo, free use kink, edging

↦ sensitive | headcanon, gn reader, pain slut gojo

↦ sweet like candy | fic, afab reader, slight sub gojo, gagging

↦ the moon and all the stars | drabble, gn reader, pining satoru, fluff/sfw

↦ just a kiss | drabble, afab reader, stepcest, perv gojo, clothes stealing

↦ needy | drabble, gn reader, sub gojo, slight bondage

↦ sharing | drabble, gn reader, making out

↦ watching | headcanon, afab reader, cucking, gojo's friends mentioned

↦ taking a hit | drabble, afab reader, somnophilia

↦ go fuck yourself | fic, gn reader, implied sub gojo, dildo

↦ wanna see him | drabble, gn reader, discussion of cucking/yuji

KENTO NANAMI

↦ all tied up | drabble, gn reader, light bondage, nanami is the one getting bound, oral (m rec.)

↦ smile for the camera (vol 1) | drabble, afab reader, twt porn link, fingering, soft dom nanami

↦ encouragement | drabble, afab reader, soft dom nanami, thigh riding

HIROMI HIGURUMA

↦ drunk on you | fic, afab reader, piss/watersports, oral (f rec.)

↦ suckle | headcanon, gn reader, cockwarming

↦ patience | drabble, gn reader, oral fixation, cockwarming, mention of subspace

RYOMEN SUKUNA

↦ taking advantage | drabble, afab reader, cheating, dubcon

↦ competition | drabble, afab reader, pseudo-incest, yuji and sukuna both want you

↦ unworthy | drabble, afab reader, mentions of killing/punishment, jealous sukuna

TOJI FUSHIGURO

↦ impatient | drabble, gn reader, riding, manhandling

↦ for the fun of it | drabble, gn reader, size kink/manhandling, slight exhibitionism

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

↦ smile for the camera (vol 1) | drabble, afab reader, twt porn link, unprotected sex, creampies

↦ saving himself | drabble, afab reader, yandere, possessive and jealous megumi

↦ sloppy head | headcanon, afab reader, oral (f rec.)

NAOYA ZEN'IN

↦ save face | headcanon, afab reader, hate fucking, asshole naoya

↦ little doll | headcanon, gn reader, implied dumbification

SUGURU GETO

↦ just like that | drabble, afab reader, twt porn link, pet names

↦ couldn't wait | drabble, afab reader, prompt, masturbating

RESIDENT EVIL

LEON S. KENNEDY

↦ baby fever | fic, afab reader, breeding kink, soft dom leon

↦ out of control | headcanon, afab reader, oral (f rec.)

↦ here, kitty, kitty | drabble, afab reader, cat hybrid leon, suckling

↦ build me up | fic, afab reader, sweet stepdad leon, stepcest, oral (f rec.), voyeurism, masturbating, daddy kink

↦ breeder balls | drabble, afab reader, leon has big balls, creampies

↦ corruption | drabble, afab reader, implied age gap and daddy kink, corruption kink, power imbalance

↦ handy | drabble, gn reader, handjob, referenced edging, sub leon

↦ birthmarks | headcanon, gn reader

↦ unexpected | drabble, gn reader, sweet sub leon, mentioned bondage, spit, mentioned body worship/oral (f rec.)

↦ must've slipped | fic, afab reader, oral (m rec.), cocky asshole leon, facial

↦ addicted | drabble, afab reader, somnophilia, thigh fucking

↦ everything you got | drabble, afab reader, piss, ab riding, multiple orgasms

↦ only for you | drabble, afab reader, pegging, soft sex

↦ such a mess | drabble, gn reader, edging, cum eating, sub leon

↦ kennel | headcanon, gn reader, puppy hybrid leon, sfw

↦ all dressed up | drabble, gn reader, sissification/cross dressing, mean dom reader, referring to leon as a girl

↦ good boy | drabble, gn reader, sub leon

↦ stolen glimpse | fic, afab reader, older stepbrother leon, stepcest, voyeurism, masturbating

↦ perks | fic, afab reader, older brother leon, incest, handcuffs, creampies, mean leon

↦ casual | drabble, afab reader, fingering, implied overstimulation/mutliple orgasms

↦ marked | headcanon, gn reader, touch starved leon

↦ (more than) fwb | headcanon, afab reader, love struck leon

last updated 4/15/2024

#masterlist.୨୧

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astroknottt · 6 months

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afab! naoya proving to you that he would make the perfect wife so that you'd chose him over the other traditional candidates.

sure, he has his flaws—but he can cook, clean, and fuck you better than they can so just please choose him! noaya is constantly bringing you meals, sitting himself in your lap and feeding you as of your hands were useless.

you have to pick him! you just have too, there’s no other choice right? he’d kill those other bitches before they even had a thought of thinking they stood a proper chance at winning your hand.

he would treat you like the king you are, give you kids in an instant if you asked. noaya’s pussy is tighter than those whores, he has saved himself for you and wouldn’t dare think of touching himself to the thought of anyone else. he has the perfect birthing hips to bare your strong children. have your way with him and he’ll beg for more.

anything you want he will give you and that’s a fact.

#FILE : [𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑𝐒 & 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒]#top male reader #naoya zenin #afab!character #afab! naoya #jujutsu kaisen #naoya x reader #ftm!naoya #🕸️ — drabbles !

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teyvat-writer · 1 month

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You into a/b/o? I recently had an alpha toji thought, had to tell you—

Toji would be an alpha to bitch you if you were an alpha because he finds you hot enough to fuck. But he has standards. Plus, you’re going to be prettier as his omega.

(Lowkey, this could be applied to Naoya, he seems like the type to not care about consent)

Okok HEAR ME OUT ☝️

Double penetration one hole getting knotted by them both. They might not always see eye to eye, but they sure as hell both agree that you weren't meant to be an alpha- you just weren't, so they'll have to make you into their pretty lil' omega.

No clue how abo would work with afab alphas,,, m'guessin its just a matter of pheremones and slightly differing physiology but..... also thinkin about gettin knotted by em', both holes.. m'just a guy whos determined to work with his current equipment idc too much about logistics akdbdjdhcjkc

#beloved comrade - jiiquokka #thinkgin so hard....#mnhfsmfhg...#a/b/o #toji thirst #toji x male reader #naoya x male reader

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chifuyudck · 8 months

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lazy lover.

AFAB!reader. nsfw, mdni.

warnings: cock riding, 'slut' nickname, edging, hair pulling, lip biting, mention of blood. ------------------------------ ''cmon, baby. make me cum.'' he grunts as you're moving your hips, rocking his cock back and forth. ''m trying.'' you moan as his cock has found your g-spot. he grips your ass cheek with his large palms, causing your pussy to clench around his cock, pulling a moan from his parted lips. his lazily lidded eyes look up at your bouncing breasts, he tugs at your hardened nipple, and in response, you moan softly. ''go faster, slut.'' he fists your hair and pulls your face closer to his, biting on your lower lip, hard, causing it to bleed. you wince and roll your hips faster, your legs tremble as you feel your climax slowly but surely coming closer. this doesn't go unnoticed by the owner of the cock you're riding on, as he feels your hole spasming and clenching around his shaft. ''don't cum yet, you hear me?'' he says firmly, you whine in response as you nod. you sloppily move your hips as you try to hold back your orgasm. ''tssk. this won't do.'' he grumbles as he pushes you off his cock, erupting a gasp from you, you whine as you feel empty and confused. he fists his cock at a steady pace, and soon white ropes are shooting over your chest. he lays back on the bed with a soft thud, and you sit there dumbfounded, watching him. ''you can't leave me like this!'' he raises his eyebrow at your words, ''should've been faster then, slut.'' he mutters and closes his eyes to continue sleeping. nahoya kawata, toji fushiguro, haruchiyo sanzu, manjiro sano, belphegor, ran haitani, satoru gojo, takeomi akashi, naoya zenin wakasa imuashi, keisuke baji.

#obey me #tokyo revengers #jujutsu kaisen #smut #nahoya kawata #toji fushiguro #haruchiyo sanzu #manjiro sano #belphegor #ran haitani #satoru gojo #takeomi akashi #naoya zenin #wakasa imuashi #keisuke baji

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satoruwiki · 3 months

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Naoya nsfw and sfw relationship headcanons pleeeaasse . He's a terribly guilty pleasure and not many people write him (probably because he's a toxic sh*t)

omg anon you’re so right bc who would want an absolute toxic misogynistic fuck of a man (me, i do/j) i was supposed to post this yesterday but i forgor, sorry! btw i may or may not be working a second version of the atrocious fic i did a few days ago abt him… if its of anybody’s interest…

͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏ ♡₊˚ Naoya is the type of man to…𓈒 ˚ ⟡

content: jjk headcanons; half sfw/half nsfw; afab!reader; glimpse of the horrors you’d be going through as his partner lol

n/a: i’m making more content for naoya than my glorious blue eyed king lmao ;-;

these are my hcs! feel free to agree or disagree :b any request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated <3

sfw ver! ୨ৎ

Naoya is the type of man to… spoil you rotten. Not because you deserve it—maybe you do—but because one of Naoya’s biggest weaknesses is his pride and reputation, and yours affects his. He can’t have his gf/fiancée/wife wearing low-quality or average clothing, you have to look worthy of him (at least on the outside). So he will gift you kimonos made with the finest fabric and the finest accessories to pair with. If you’re smart enough, you might be able to take advantage of that and manipulate him to buy you whatever you want, but you better be kissing the soil he walks on afterwards.

Naoya is the type of man to… be overprotective and ridiculously jealous. You won’t be able to go out by yourself. Not without him being there or at least one of his servants, what if another man tries to have a conversation with you? What if you flirt back? He doesn’t trust you or anyone but himself. He has to make sure you aren’t fooling around. Besides, you’re so weak—or at least that’s what he thinks—you need someone to protect you. What if someone disrespects you? He can’t let that slide, the only one allowed to treat you poorly is him.

Naoya is the type of man to… secretly like your praises. He won’t tell you, of course, but he does like having someone recognizing his strength—the main reason he’s so protective of you, trying to look like a knight in shining armour—and how great he is on his day-to-day basis. He will be pissed whenever you get mad at him and don’t praise him. He won’t say it directly nor apologize for whatever he did, but you might find an ‘apology’ gift on your side of the bed. If it’s a mistake you did—which to him is always going to be your fault—an easy way to get him to be in a better mood is stroking his ego with lots of praise.

Naoya is the type of man to… expect you to be the perfect wife. Naoya is a very demanding man, he expects nothing but perfection. He expects you to always look pretty, cook, and clean, like your typical traditional wife. Being a conservative man, he will expect you to not speak when gathering with the other clansmen—or outside in general—unless you’re allowed to. It’s for your good, he’d hate for you to embarrass yourself.

Naoya is the type of man to… only marry you for benefits. In matters of love, he is quite unfeeling, however, to maintain his position as the head of the Hei, he must get married and have offspring. This burden, as he would call it, is likely to be done through an arranged marriage. Just because you were chosen over the other bachelorettes doesn't necessarily mean you're at the same level as him—you will always be below him, and perhaps unworthy of him to his eyes—but you're definitely better than the rest, or at least you were the prettiest one. You might be of use to him.

nsfw ver! ୨ৎ

Naoya is the type of man to… degrade the hell out of you. Naoya’s degradation IS NOT for the weak. If he already treats you relatively poorly daily, it gets worse when he fucks you. He’s also going to fuck you rough, so don’t even try to ask him to go slower, he won’t comply. Don’t worry though, he might make sure that you cum (even to the point of overstimulating you) as it boosts up his ego, it makes him think he’s so good he can have his partner squirting for him and begging for more—this is only when he's in a good mood though, otherwise, he couldn't care less if you cum or not.

Naoya is the type of man to… head push you on purpose for you to gag on his dick. He likes the messy and filthy look on your tear streaked face and drool running down your chin, it makes him want to shoot his load on you (which he will).

Naoya is the type of man to… slap you, during or outside sex. Naoya is very ill-tempered, he’s prone to get physical and slap you (just look at how he used to bully maki and mai) or have angry sex with you. Whether it was your fault or someone else’s, he’ll blow off some steam fucking you stupid, and expect you to have bruises frequently.

Naoya is the type of man to… punish you while fucking. Like I said before, Naoya is very prone to angry sex and will punish you as he fucks you. Expect lots of choking, spitting, clit and face slapping and probably your ass bruised as well as your scalp, he wont take in consideration of his strength and yank it hard.

Naoya is the type of man to… use you as his cum dumpster. He doesn’t care if you’re in the mood or not, that’s what you’re there for, basically. He just got back from a meeting with the clansmen and he’s stressed? Get on your knees and suck him off. He's mad? Bend over or spread your legs. You better not object or make any sort of complaint, just take it like a good girl. Chances are that you end up pregnant (because he’s the type to forbid you from using birth control), he hopes it's a boy or he’s gonna blame it on you. (even if he’s the one responsible for the baby’s gender but ok)

Naoya is the type of man to… have a feet kink. I literally have no explanation for this one, just look at his face and tell me he does not have a thing for feet 😭

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk scenarios #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jjk smut #jjk naoya #headcanon #jjk hcs #naoya x you #zenin naoya #naoya x reader #naoya zenin #naoya smut #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk zenin

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meraxesmoon · 7 months

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Wifey

note: this is a naoya/wife fic, my brain wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote this

warnings: yandere content, dark content, sub naoya, but like, he's forcing his wife to dominate him (?), pegging, yeah 💀, missionary pegging tho, degrading pet names (mutt, dog, etc.), afab reader, naoya is in love but he's mean, they have a young child together (mentioned briefly), he's like super degrading tbh, but naoya simps like that I think, he prolly enjoy riding the strap as well, lik bit of praise at the end, as a treat ♡

┍━━━━━━━ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗━━━━━━━┑

"Put your hips into it, Mutt," Naoya barks, his pale cheeks red and swollen with the tears he'd shed earlier. (Name) tenses at the derogatory name, and thrusts herself into her husband roughly, Naoya groaning and gripping the comforter of their bed as she does so.

Naoya's brown eyes are blazing as he stares up at the woman above him, watching as she moves her hips roughly.

Just the way he had taught her.

She looked absolutely elysian, leaning over him slightly as the strap in between her legs pushed inside of him. (Name) had been tending to their young son when Naoya summoned her to their shared bedroom. He had ordered her to put on his favorite toy, therefore she wasn't completely undressed. Her kimono was untied and was currently half off her shoulder, her delicate hands holding onto her husband's thighs. The feeling of her fingernails digging into his flesh left a sting of pain, but Naoya found pain brought on from his wife pleasant.

Naoya huffs loudly, feeling her thrusts start to falter. (Name) was no doubt starting to tire, as Naoya often dragged these things out. He enjoyed being roughly fucked by his beloved wife, so their escapades usually lasted hours. "Really?" Naoya groans as she slows down, feeling unsatisfied and unfilled. "Husband..." (Name) stutters out, exasperated as she feels her hips tense in discomfort.

Being Naoya's wife meant many things. She knew that before marrying the Zen'in heir. She knew that he was a hateful man who saw himself above everyone else, and she also knew that he was cruel. His domineering personality was harsh, but she was used to such things as she had grown up among similar men, raised in a traditional clan just as he was. However, she did not realize her husband's odd preferences until after they were married. Despite Naoya's harsh attitude and humongous ego, he enjoyed being dominated.

It had been hard for her to acclimate, considering she had been raised to be sweet and doting. Naoya didn't want her to be sweet when they were in their shared bedroom. Instead, he wanted her to hurt him, and that made her nervous.

Lost in thought, (Name) doesn't realize that Naoya's legs are wrapping around her waist until he squeezes them, forcing her to thrust into him roughly. She squeaks as she feels his ankles lock around her, and he continues to force her to fuck him silly, her cheeks blazing and eyes wet with tears. His robes are messy, leaving his chest exposed as he grunts into the open air, his hips humping upwards as his cock bobs, utterly neglected.

His brown eyes were molten as he narrowed them and glared up at his wife. "You stupid - oh fuck!" He let's out a whine as the silicone messes up his insides, pushing just against that special spot, nearly giving him the euphoria that he craved. "You stupid dog, can't you do anything right?" He barks at her like a vicious dog, still forcing her hips into his own as he moans and groans. "Do something useful - AH!"

She does, wrapping her soft hand around his cock, rubbing the tip gently as Naoya arches his back, his eyes rolling to the back of his pretty head. He's leaking like a loose faucet, his tip continuously dripping as he rocked their hips together, she just wants this to be over. Tired, she angles her hips and the tip of the silicone hits against Naoya's prostate, his legs shaking violently as he bites down on the pillow next to his head, his teeth ribbing the fabric as he rides out his orgasm.

Hips twitching in slight pain (Name) watches as she gives one more stroke to his tip before it erupts, sticky liquid coating his abdomen. Naoya had heavy and thick loads, so by the time he'd ridden out his orgasm, there was cum everywhere, the white viscous liquid pooling on his stomach and dripping down his sides.

Naoya let's go of the pillow, his eyes closed as he ruts his hips still, almost as if he were enchanted. He starts mumbling something, his hands coming to cup (Name)'s face as she whimpered.

"S' good... y're so good, my sweet, sweet girl," Naoya babbles on, pressing wet kisses on her face as he revels in the pleasure that was given to him. He pulls her down to lay on top of him, and she winces as she feels his cum tainted her lower belly, but she says nothing. (Name) holds onto his shoulders as he kisses her cheeks, his tongue licking up the wetness of her tears.

"My perfect little wife~"

poor (name) is going thru it 😭 (wish it was me)

#shit idk why i posted this #but its october so its okay #cw: yandere content #cw: yandere blog #cw: yandere #yandere zenin naoya #yandere naoya #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen

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lale-txt · 5 months

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❈ 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰/ 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚 & 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“At your limit already, pretty boy?”, you coo and run a hand down his stomach, feeling him twitch inside you violently, so desperate for release. Naoya grits his teeth, his hands gripping the sheets of the futon next to your head. He’s breathing heavily, his sharp eyes finally catching your gaze. He hates losing his composure like that, especially while he’s on top of you. or: where you take the virginity of the Zen'in heir

a/n: this was supposed to be a collection with short drabbles of various characters with this prompt but somehow i got possessed by my usual Zen'in fuckery and here we are. Naoya is such an asshole, i love him dearly. shoutout to my friends who let me yap about him day in, day out, you're the best ♡

contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, "pussy" & "cunt" used to describe genitalia), Naoya Zen'in being his own warning, loss of virginity, mention of reader fucking Naobito (yes, his dad), dirty talk, degradation (again, it's Naoya...), breeding kink (no pregnancy mention), possessive Naoya, penetrative sex, rough making out, fingering, cum play, Naoya being a bit pathetic and whimpering too to balance it all out

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“Well, are you gonna fuck me or…?”

“Shut up,” he growls, one hand spreading apart your thighs, the other pumping his cock. Naoya never looked prettier, with his cheeks flushed, his hair sticking to his forehead while small beads of sweat run down his neck. His brows are furrowed, the pink tip of his tongue poking out between his lips while he has his gaze fixated on your dripping cunt, exposed to him on a silver platter underneath him.

“Hng… ‘m gonna breed you,” he huffs, rubbing his cock between your folds. “Gonna stuff you so full of my cum, you’re gonna feel it dripping out of your poor hole for days.” Always such a big talker, but his voice wavers slightly, his breath flat. He’s so focused on not cuming before he even sticks it in, it’s almost adorable.

Looking back, it had been inevitable that you two ended up like this; you with your kimono hastily hiked up over your hips, your tits exposed, laying on his futon where he graciously pushed you down instead of the cold wooden floor. Naoya’s clothes laid cluttered around the room, peeled off in a rush; almost as if he was afraid you were gonna change your mind about letting him fuck you. Little did he know that you weren’t picky; you’ve found enjoyment in tasting the various fruits the Zen’ins had to offer—you made sure to moan extra loud when fucking his father the other day, hoping Naoya would hear it and fuck his fist to the sounds of it.

“Gonna make you my bitch”, he murmurs, the grip on your thighs tightening. “Gonna get you addicted to my cock till you beg me for it with your whore mouth.” You can feel the slight trembling of his hands, his other still holding his length, running the tip up and down between your folds, but not pushing in. There was something about a virgin like him being this cocky, desperately trying to gloss over his nervousness. You were sure you could feel his heart fluttering in his chest if you were to lay a hand on it. Instead you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of his pitiful fumbling.

“Sure, hon’, can’t wait”, you reply sweetly and smile at him, making him dig his nails a little deeper in your flesh. He didn’t like the pet name, but he was too focused to snap back at you. Only when you reach with one hand for his cock and guide him to where you want to feel him, he takes in a sharp breath. You raise your hips slightly to welcome him into the warmth of your throbbing cunt, feeling his tip, glistening with precum, finally nudging at your entrance.

“Didn’t say you could—oh, fuck,” the Zen’in heir hisses, a small whimper falling from his mouth the moment your cunt clenches around his cock when he sinks into you. Once he’s bottomed out fully, he freezes, taking deep breaths with eyes pinned to the ceiling. So cute, you think to yourself and bite your bottom lip. Part of you wants to ruin him, wants to hear him whine and beg, wants to see him completely falling apart, too pussydrunk to function. You swallow a giggle in the back of your throat and wrap your legs around his hips to hinder him from pulling out–not that he would dare to do so.

“Quiet,” he growls, a vein popping on his neck. “Know your place.” He rolls his hips slightly, a faint moan escaping his lips. Your walls felt too good around his cock, he could barely function. If he could, he would keep you stuffed with his cock forever, till your insides are molded after the shape of him, till his cum is leaking from your pussy with every step you take. It’s like you’ve awakened something primal in him the moment you guided him inside of you and he would not let it go to waste.

“Fuck me then,” you dare him in a voice sweet and dripping as honey, arching your back a little more. The sassy smile on your lips only provoked him more. You are not taking him seriously and he hated it. “Or do you want me to crawl back to your daddy’s cock?”

The sight that follows your words is one to remember; Naoya’s golden eyes widening before he grabs your wrists and pins them down above your head. It seems like you finally pushed the right buttons within him. He leans down until his face is so close to yours, you can feel his breath hot and heavy on your skin. Then his lips meet yours, crashing against each other in a heated kiss; he growls again when you bite down hard enough on his lips to draw blood, but he doesn’t pull away. Naoya is finally fucking you like he means it, your body being pushed deeper into the futon with every thrust of his.

“Stupid bitch,” he rumbles from deep within his chest, “Do I need to fuck some sense into you?” His hips stutter and he lets out a small whimper. He wants to cum so badly, wants to get milked by your throbbing cunt till he sees stars, but he needs to teach you a lesson, right? He was the future heir of his clan, he couldn’t tolerate this kind of behavior from someone below him. But fuck, you feel so, so good...

“From now on you’re gonna be mine,” he hisses and hides his face in the crook of your neck, taking a sharp inhale with every thrust of his hips, with every sound of his flesh slapping against yours. He’s whining and moaning, sounding utterly desperate. “Understood? Mine to breed, mine to fill, mine to—”

He can’t hold back anymore, his thrusts getting even sloppier, before he pushes himself as deep as he can inside of you, seeking the warmth of your cunt that’s been fluttering around his cock nonstop. His load is thick and hot, and he’s not pulling out, but slumps down on top of you, pinning you down with his whole body, positively exhausted and trembling. You let out a small chuckle and let your fingers run down his spine while he keeps on whimpering and moaning quietly into your neck, teeth brushing over your skin. This flavor of Zen’in sure was to your liking.

“You know, I might stick around…”, you muse while playing with his hair, your voice a little singsong. It was a bit cute how needy he got after losing his virginity a minute ago. “If you manage to make me cum as well next time…”

Naoya grunts, biting down on your neck slightly before finally pulling out of you. He sits back down on his heels, eyes pinned where his cum is dripping out of cunt, almost mesmerized by it. His eyes are glossy, his cheeks rosy and his hair an utter mess. You spread your legs a little further apart to invite him in once again, letting out a quiet moan when his long fingers shove his load back inside, his thumb nearing your poor, neglected clit.

You take that as a Yes.

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