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drak3n · 4 months

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REAL ESTATE AGENT!NAOYA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“arch your back more— yeah. fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

your ex could never.

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

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

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koishiro · 15 days

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Can I get a dating with Naoya Zen'in for my birthday please 🫶

Dating Naoya Zen’in <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : omg happy birthday!!! 🎂 here’s some naoya for u <33

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komorim · 1 year

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something more

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

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

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

[ word count. ] 3.7k

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

[ previously named: a cracked shell ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

which is why he’s so lenient with you.

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

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

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

a cursed energy with scent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

irreparable loss of hearing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

and what a choice it was.

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

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

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

the fact that naoya refused to touch you.

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

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

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

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

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

so divorcing you? absolutely out of the question.

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

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

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

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

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

and it was beautiful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was a dead end.

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

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

you were found.

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

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

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

you were pregnant.

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

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

but you probably didn’t know yourself.

“we’re here,” gojo announces.

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

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

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

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

and he dreads it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it’s nothing compared to the atrocities you endured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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devoti · 2 years

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

naoya zenin x fem!reader / dubcon, exhibitionism

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ceviinx · 1 month

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naoya (+oc) wip!

the feminism leaving my body whenever i see him

#i have brainworms for awful men #i'm gonna get this guy #i didn't shade his hair because i'm planning to color this hehe #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jjk fanart #naoya zenin #jjk naoya #jujutsu kaisen naoya #art wip #jjk oc

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anestefi · 2 years

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Incest, obedience, and the big three clans in Jujutsu Kaisen

In the chapters when Naoya first appears he's chatting with Maki and Mai's mother about them; he is reviewing Mai and Maki for marriage (his first cousins) because of the level of traditionalism/purity the Zenins uphold. For the Zenins "inbreeding is a way to preserve the bloodline and inherited techniques. they also believe that it increases the chance of having a child gain the rare inherited techniques." @tempenensis

We can also see this being upheld by looking at the family tree and seeing that Naobito married his niece. It can also be suspected that Toji’s first wife (Megumi’s mother) was also related to the Zenin family in some way due to the stark resemblance between her and the other Zenins. His first wife was not the one with the Fushiguro last name, it was Tsumiki’s mother who had the last name

Megumi's mother resembles all of the other Zenin members and if she was introduced to the series as a character that wasn't Megumi's mother she would easily be able to pass as a Zenin

We know by now and have seen that inbreeding does not guarantee powerful heirs (Maki easily kills the remaining Zenin clan). We also see characters like Gojo, Yuta, Geto, etc. who are not the result of inbreeding being more powerful than them. Now you would think why would the Zenins not marry off someone powerful from the other big three clans like the Gojo or Kamo family to increase the odds of a child getting a rare technique from either side especially after learning about why inbreeding is bad? To put it simply they make terrible choices and one of the only good choices that the Zenins have made is Naobito making Megumi head of the clan. Not to mention they believe the Zenins are superior than other sorcerers and say " if you're not a Zenin you're not a jujutsu sorcerer. If you're not a sorcerer you're not a person"

There are also the weird "first loves" in the series being the other characters' siblings or family members (notice how it's Zenin members that do this)

Not to mention the weird relationship between the father and daughter we saw in chapter 96

And Mei Mei being fully naked in bed with Ui Ui (ch 133)

All of Kenjaku's relationships are also questionable

More weird incest themes

Anyways you may be wondering why I made a post on this topic of all things. I just wanted to show that Gege has no issue showing how fucked up the sorcerer world is, especially the big three families. The clans are basically like nobility and practice incest to keep the bloodlines pure. The Zenin clan is the biggest example of this. They are purists, traditionalists, and misogynists. Their values are hierarchy, techniques/cursed energy, and obedience. This environment explains why Naoya grew up the way he did and why he has the beliefs that he does.

The first son of the family is expected to lead the family (not a woman because of the misogyny). When Toji was born he had expectations from the start of being the first son. He was supposed to have one of the rare techniques and cursed energy but he didn't. He was punished for this by being thrown in the pit and abused by them. Once he started to disobey them he was disowned. However, when he showed how powerful he really was they still didn't respect him. Naoya and Ranta were the few Zenin members who had genuine respect for Toji, the others feared him because they knew he could easily take them all down if he wanted to but they still did not respect him. When he passed they most likely downplayed how strong he was because they still didn't respect him.

When Maki started to become like Toji the fear returns but once again they don't respect her. The mistreatment of Toji by the clan could explain why he became the way he did. He was faced with years of abuse and when he got to be "the strongest" he let loose possibly as a way of retaliation to the clan. No one could stop him and he could finally do what he wanted (seen with a lot of strict upbringing and obedience). All the children in the Zenin clan are viewed as worthless and treated like trash unless they have a technique/cursed energy and are expected to serve their parents/other clan members and not get in the way or they will be disowned.

It is not just the Zenin clan that does this though. The Kamo clan casts out Noritoshi's mother because she was his father's mistress (and not pure blood) and Nori is essentially an illegitimate child. However, Nori gained the clan's technique and was made heir and the next head of the clan just like Megumi was even though they were illegitimate heirs (Megumi because Toji was disowned). This shows how much the clan values technique and how they view hierarchy and have exceptions. While we do not know much about the Gojo clan, it is not farfetched to believe they also follow these practices.

Sorcerers are not good people, they don't follow the same rules as everyone else with barely any consequences. They do weird and gross things but to them that is normal. Gege manages to show this without being over the top or edgy

edit: I accidentally used the wrong family tree and mistook Toji as being the oldest child and Naobito being Maki and Mai's father, but other than that everything is accurate and still stands

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kentosovertime · 2 years

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husband!zen'in naoya x f!reader

CW: explicit content, nsfw twitter links, corn links, free use, m!receiving oral, cum eating, breeding kink, mating press, creampie

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

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

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

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

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

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violetsaffron5 · 2 years

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Psychotherapy

Pairing: Zenin Naoya x f!Reader

Naoya is forced to go see a therapist to help his attitude so he can find a wife.

Words: 4503

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Spit Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Face Slapping, Face-Fucking, Light Bondage, Light Dom/Sub, Edging, Degradation

Early 2017

You’re on a beach in Malaysia; ocean waves crashing playfully against the shore as you sunbathe on the white sandy beach. Palm trees stand tall and proud, providing just enough shade, dancing ever so slightly with the soft breeze coming off the water.

“What man lets their woman have a job? Is there something wrong with your pussy?”

Birds fly overhead, dipping down to the sea to catch their next meal, feathers illuminated by the rays of the sun. Others sing the song of their people as they pass by, on their way to the next stop with the flock.

“There’s only one thing worse than a woman, and that’s a woman who can read.”

Is this son of a bitch the CEO of misogyny? Holy shit.

Whoever told you to meditate to relax when you have a horrible patient is a goddamn liar because when they open their stupid mouths, it’s ruined. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, finally opening your eyes to find a pair of sharp, cynical brown eyes staring back at you.

If you had realized this session was going to be with Naoya fucking Zen’in, you would have noped your way out of that so fast. This is what you get for not reviewing your case files due to the recent influx of patients.

Be professional. Be professional. Be professional.

“I took many years of-”

“Therapy isn’t a real profession anyway.” The blonde douchebag interrupts, waving you off as he sprawls on the chaise in front of the window in your office.

It took him all of 30 seconds to begin pissing you off. Barging in during your last session with a client demanding his start immediately, all the while using phrases like “do you know who I am?” and “wait until my father hears about this.” You rolled your eyes so hard it’s surprising they aren’t on the floor right now.

The window he’s next to looks out to a beautiful, quiet, wooded scene. If you killed him, nobody would be able to see you bury the body, save for the animals. And they wouldn’t say anything. Most would probably come by to pick at the fleshy parts of his skin, assisting with removing evidence making it harder to identify that it was you who had murdered the heir to the Zen’in clan.

It would be easy. Incredibly so. You’re unsuspecting. There’s nothing stopping you from walking over to him and stabbing your pen right into his eye. People think of you as the quiet shy type, when in reality you choose to keep to yourself to avoid being part of the office gossip, and if you had to admit it, you’re a little tired of all the shit your patients say too, which only adds to the quiet, unsuspecting demeanor.

“I took a psych class once, so I totally understand how to analyze people.”

“It’s not my fault those women are mad. I never agreed to be exclusive.”

“I didn’t kill the men at the fair. My henchmen did.”

If you played your cards right, you could probably talk Satoru Gojo into helping you cover it up. You haven’t seen this yourself, but word around the water cooler is things are so bad between them, that when they’re here for their sessions at the same time (the rare times Gojo actually shows up on time), they have to sit in different waiting rooms.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and kiss your teeth, choosing to ignore his comment like the goddamn professional you are. You didn’t get your master’s degree to be talked down to by someone with too thick eyeliner and too many piercings looking like a failed alt emo boy.

It’s probably best to ignore his snide remarks and continue with the session. The sooner it gets started, the sooner it can be over, “Naoya, wh-”

“ Master Naoya,” he interjects, clearly annoyed you’re not referring to him the way he deems worthy.

“Right….” There is no way in hell you’re referring to him as ‘Master’ in any lifetime. “Anyway. Whose idea was it for you to be here today?”

You don’t need to review his case file to know why Naoya’s in therapy. Everyone knows. In order to take over as clan head when his father passes, he needs to marry, except he can’t get anyone to agree to it, because he’s literal human trash. Hence the mandatory therapy to try and… remediate some of his issues.

“Isn’t that your “job” to know?” he uses air quotes.

You were hoping if he said it aloud, admitted it, then it would act as a sort of eye opener for him or at least a first step. Looks like that’s not the case, he’s content continuing to be a shitty person.

“This is why women are only good for breeding.” He groans, rolling his eyes.

“Holy shit. What the fuck is your problem?” You ask in disbelief and the words vomit from your lips before you can stop them.

He furrows his brows, turning his head to meet your gaze before eyeing you up and down. He makes a point to stop and stare at your tits and lips, not bothering to meet your eyes again.

“Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?” He seethes, “a wench like you needs to be put in her place,” he looks you over once again before his lips curl into a wicked smirk. “You’re decent enough looking. I guess I’d be willing to take one for the team to teach you a lesson.”

Fuck professionalism. This guy needs knocked down a peg or ten. “If I wanted a good lay, I’d visit Gojo. Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even measure up to Toji on your best day.”

“I can fuck whores like you ten times better than either of them could,” he spits back.

“I hear Gojo’s a generous lover.” Why bring Gojo into this, specifically? Just to stir the pot. Rile him up and piss him off, just as he’s done to you. Everyone knows the stories of the infamous playboy. Huge cock. Can go all night. Has a strict ladies first policy when it comes to getting off.

“I bet you don’t even know where the clitoris is.” He’s definitely the kind of guy who only cares about only his pleasure; it would come as no surprise if he’s never gotten a woman off before.

He sneers, “every single one of my servants comes crawling back for more.”

“Weird way to say cousins.”

He stares at you, fire burning in his eyes. Anyone else would probably think he looks shocked, and maybe he is, just a little. That a lowly window has the audacity to speak to a sorcerer this way, let alone the next head to one of the big three.

Shit. Are you gonna do this? Are you gonna challenge him so he’ll prove it?

Yes. Yes you are and you can literally feel the feminism ascending out of your body as you make up your mind.

Standing, you unbutton a few buttons from the top of your blouse to accentuate the swells of your breasts and loosen the knot on your ascot, slipping it over your head as you make your way over to Naoya, sliding it down his neck and tightening maybe a little too tight.

Leaning down, warm breath tickling the shell of his ear causing goosebumps to form, you whisper, “prove it.” He wastes no time in grabbing your free hand and placing it on his erection with a pleased smirk.

Of course he’s turned on. Probably thinking you’ll easily submit to him.

As you stroke his clothed cock, he lets out a quiet, satisfied moan as your other hand pulls the ascot a little tighter, no longer worrying if it’s too constricting.

Honestly, if he died, you wouldn’t care. Satisfying for you. Humiliating for him.

“Be a good boy and open wide,” he glares, clenching his jaw in a surprisingly quiet refusal. Letting go of the ascot, you grab him by the hair, forcing his head back until he opens just wide enough for you to gather saliva and spit it in his mouth.

“Swallow.” You demand, his eyes wide with shock. Once he regains his composure, he flips you over, slamming your back against the couch.

“I’m going to fuck your goddamn brains out,” he snaps, “and you’re going to regret spitting in my mouth like a filthy slut.” Naoya grabs one end of the ascot, pulling harshly until it comes untied, tossing it aside and you watch it float to the ground next to the chaise before turning your attention back to him.

There’s tension in the air, as the two of you stare at one another, swallowing thickly before your lips crash together, the sensation immediately sends a jolt between your thighs. The kiss is aggressive and greedy; more tongue and teeth than actual kiss and part of you is still shocked you’re going through with this.

As he pulls away, he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to leave a bruise, still trying to prove his dominance over you. Then in a move that takes you off guard, he trails several nips and kisses down your neck and collarbone. While he does this, you lift your hips and pull your pencil skirt up, so he’s not tempted to rip it off, letting it pool at your hips. At this moment, you’re incredibly thankful you wore your lace bra and panties today, even if he doesn’t deserve to see them.

“Spread your legs,” he snarls, forcing them open on his own and slipping two fingers into your aching cunt, making you whimper and arch your back due to lack of proper preparation. He quickly pumps his fingers while angling them perfectly. You let out a quiet whine when he begins to stroke the spot inside that makes you see stars while his thumb grazes teasingly over your clit.

Guess he does know where the clitoris is after all.

“You try to act tough,” he brushes his lips against your cheek and jaw until he kisses a spot below your ear, “yet here you are, so clearly desperate for my cock like the slut you are,” he whispers before clamping down, biting, and sucking at the spot on your neck. Thrashing below him, you try to nudge his head away with your shoulder to get him to let go.

“No marks! Jesus Christ, I don’t want people to know I fucked you!”

He smirks against you, knowing he’s not going to let up, and bites down on the crook of your neck this time. Gasping, you grab him by the hair and pull him away before smacking him, hard, across the cheek as he lets out a loud moan.

“You fucking liked that?” You furrow your brows and narrow your eyes, surprised by that turn of events.

“Shut the fuck up!” He growls, his lips meeting and moving along yours again in an attempt to keep you quiet. And really, you don’t mind as it gets his misogynistic ass to keep quiet as well.

With your mouths busy, his fingers working their godforsaken magic and your hands in his hair, you’re building up for a crash. A tsunami. An unraveling of the greatest proportions… and then he removes his fingers, pulling away from you completely with a cunning grin spread across his stupidly beautiful face.

“Christ, Naoya, I didn’t even cum. How pathetic .” You spit, knowing he’s edging you on purpose for pissing him off, “you sure you can fuck better than Gojo? Because at this point I’m really doubting your skill.”

“You don-”

“Shut up and get undressed. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

He stops and stares at you incredulously, “You’re the wo-”

“I’m not going to undress you. Do you want your dick sucked or not?”

Finally, finally , he closes his mouth and begins to undress from his kimono, as you take the opportunity to remove your own clothes as well.

Once the two of you are undressed, you push him onto the chair so he’s sitting; before lowering yourself to your knees, you take a moment to admire his body.

He’s leaner than you anticipated, and unbelievably toned – similar to a gymnast. Naoya has a pretty face, there’s no denying that, but having an equally pretty cock is just unfair. Standing painfully hard against his abdomen, the tip flushed red, already leaking precum. He’s average girth, but the length is impressive alone.

Based on his ears, you anticipated some sort of genital piercing, like a Jacob’s Ladder – something he could never pull off. But instead, he has a Prince Albert, which has you practically drooling at the sight.

However, that nice surprise is immediately negated by the intricate tribal tattoos with thick swirl patterns laying along one shoulder and down the left side of his chest. On the other arm lays a single thin barbed wire tattoo in the center of his bicep.

God . How incredibly douchey.

“Look at me.” You command as you sink between his legs, “you think this is where I belong, don’t you?” Grabbing his cock with a firm grip you stroke excruciatingly slow as he emits a loud moan and squirms beneath your grasp, “on my knees, between your legs. But don’t forget,” you give a small kitten lick over his tip, “I’m choosing to do this.”

You move a hand to squeeze his balls as you slide your lips over his tip and hollow your cheeks. As you expected, his hand immediately tangles into your hair, gripping tight. You have just enough time to relax your throat before he slams your head to meet his neatly trimmed groin.

As you gag and sputter with his length at the back of your throat, spit pools and dribble from your mouth, coating the lower half of his dick you’re unable to fit in your mouth. He tightens his grip, so tight, there’s no doubt he will have several ripped off hairs laced between his fingers by the time he finally lets go. He pulls back, just enough to give you a second to catch your breath before slamming you back down, nose to groin, repeatedly. Recklessly.

Tears begin to well in the corner of your eyes as he lifts his hips to meet the back of your throat, where you’re sure he’s bound to leave bruises.

“Fuck, that’s good. This is what you were meant for.” He throws his head back, eyes closed relishing the feeling of taking control of the situation.

There isn’t a lot you can do in this compromising position, so you let your teeth graze his cock in a little act of defiance as he continues to force your head up and down. He lets out a mix of stifled moans and angry grunts at the feeling before pulling your mouth off of him, bringing your gaze to meet him.

“No teeth, bitch!” He spits before slamming your head back down his length, continuing to force you to deepthroat him with every thrust. After a few minutes, his thighs begin to shake and a strained groan leaves his lips as he bucks his hips up, causing you to choke as ropes of cum slide down your throat.

“You better swallow every last drop,” he pants, “a filthy whore like you should be grateful for getting to have Zen’in seed inside you.”

After you swallow around him, to the best of your abilities, he releases your head and you make your way to the surface gasping for air, working to recover quickly. At this point, he owes you several orgasms and you’re determined to get them.

You would lean up and kiss him right now, forcing him back on the sofa so you can ride his face, but he seems like the kind of guy who would relish the taste of his own cum – the taste of his precious Zen’in DNA. Grabbing your panties from the floor, you spit the remaining essence of him into them and toss them back down.

Standing, you place your palms on his shoulders and shove him onto the chaise, throwing one leg over his chest to straddle him.

“Why don’t you shut up, put your mouth to good use for once and try to make me cum this time.”

His eyes are bright and filled with equal parts rage and hunger as he grabs you, forcing you forward over his face. He wastes no time in pulling you down so his lips can connect with your pussy in a lewd, loud, wet kiss before slipping his tongue deep inside.

Naoya forces you down in the most awkward position; one leg folded, next to his face while the other is on the floor, helping balance yourself as you move your hips against his face, softly whining each time his nose gently grazes your clit.

He digs his nails into the fleshy part of your hips, you told him no marks earlier, and this is likely bruise; at least these can be easily hidden. While gripping tighter, he lifts you slightly to adjust himself beneath you to let his tongue trail around your clit. As you shudder, he latches on, focusing all of his attention into that one spot.

He’s not interested in exploring, like a lot of other guys, oh no. He found this spot and he’s going to stay there until you completely come undone for him. You’ll give credit where it’s due – and it is due. He’s a devil with his tongue.

He might be the devil himself, but that’s a note to take away for a different session.

As he obscenely sucks, you let out a series of high-pitched moans and continue to roll your hips on his face, your release fast approaching.

He chuckles at your neediness, the vibrations traveling through you, making your toes curl and the world comes crashing down as you bite your own lip, trying not to yell out profanities as you cum, drenching his mouth with your fluids as he laps around.

Naoya continues to hold onto your hips, preventing you from straying away as your legs shake and squeeze in around him, instinctively trying to suffocate him. He hums appreciatively of everything your body’s offered, likely boosting his already inflated ego, before loosening his grip, allowing you to move back to his chest to recover.

As he licks his lips, determined not to waste any of your essence, you scoot back further, the apex of your thighs resting on his hard dick. Teasing him, you roll your hips several times allowing yourself to grind on his length.

He groans, trying to grab your hips to lift you but you swat him away, set on maintaining your teasing, allowing the tip to brush against your entrance several times.

“Fuck! Just get on my cock already!” It was so nice when he was quiet while you were riding his face. Unfortunately now, his mouth isn’t busy doing the one good thing it could do.

Looking to the ground, you spot your discarded ascot and panties next to each other and get an idea. Leaning down, you grab the ascot first and gather his hands, swiftlet knotting the scarf around his wrists and lifting them over his head. There is an old radiator in your office next to the sofa, so you tie his hands to that.

“You stupid bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He scowls.

Realistically, he could easily break out of this restraint if he wanted to, but despite his angry words, he makes no effort to move as you tug on the fabric, making sure it will hold.

“I liked it better when you didn’t talk,” you state calmly, leaning down and grabbing the spit and cum filled panties from the ground.

“You worthless brat! You’re go-” he’s cut off by the crack of your palm meeting his cheek, the sound drowned out by the deep groan he emits. You take the opportunity of his distraction to shove the defiled panties into his mouth. His eyes widen in disbelief once again as the rest of his groan is muffled.

“Much better,” you sigh with relief, knowing you won’t have to listen to him again until you decide to remove the gag. Or if he gets impatient and breaks the restraints, but that’s a thought for if it happens.

Lifting yourself, you grab his cock and place the tip at your entrance, allowing yourself to slowly sink down.

“ Fuuuuuck ,” you whine at the feeling of being stretched and filled until your plush ass meets his hips.

Naoya would probably be saying something right now about how your pussy feels so good, but instead he lets out several loud stifled sounds as his eyes roll to the back of his head. You don’t bother starting off slow, instead you chase the high you were denied from his hands earlier, ruthlessly riding his dick.

“Gonna use you like my own little fuck toy,” you grind your hips further into his, “how’s that make y-you feel, Zen’in? Hm?” You ask breathlessly, riding up and down his length, “does it make you f-feel worthless? Like less of a man?”

Looking him over, his pupils are blown, filled with lust and loathing as you roll your hips, finding the angle that provides you with the most pleasure. His cheeks are pink, extending across his nose to the tips of his ears, and down to the top of his chest. Lips are kiss swollen and black eyeliner smudged around his eye from sweat, hair sticking to his forehead.

Once you find your rhythm you decide to give another resounding slap to his other cheek, so both sides match as he grunts with pleasure. Letting your hands fall to his shoulders, he fucks into you as you drag your nails down his chest with each thrust, hard enough to leave marks, you’re sure.

Trailing your hands up your body to your breasts, you message them as your nipples harden, pinching and rolling them between your fingers. Naoya hums in delight watching intently while your slick coats his length, covering his balls.

As his cock rubs against the sensitive spot on your insides, your breath quickens and legs shake beneath you each time your clit brushes against his groin with every roll of your hips. It doesn’t take long for the waves of pleasure to course through your body.

He thrashes against the radiator forgetting his hands are tied as you cream on his cock for the first time, clamping around him so hard you might as well be trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

Which isn’t a lot, in your opinion.

“How do you like being the bitch for once?” You pant; this spurs him on to adjust his legs and pulls his arms, still connected to the radiator. He bucks his hips up several times eliciting several moans from you as his cock kisses your cervix in the most delicious way.

“Tell me, pretty boy, what is it you really want?” you question, genuinely wanting to know since he treats everyone like they’re beneath him. This is supposed to be a therapy session after all, so might as well see what you can get out of him, right?

He tries to speak, but it’s muted due to the panties so you remove them and toss them aside. He pants, trying to catch his breath as his hips piston hard and deep, punctuating each point.

“Someone to obey,” thrust , “and someone to ruin,” thrust .

You yelp with each of his thrusts, trying to make a mental note to remember his answer for a later session. You continue to erratically bounce on him, meeting each of his steady thrusts with a loud slap, skin on skin, filling your otherwise quiet workspace.

“Don’t cum,” he demands as he feels your pussy gripping around his cock.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” you shoot back, both hands on his chest as he continues to pump mercilessly into you until the coil in your stomach snaps and breaks, walls pulsating around him, vision blurred white as you cum around him.

The feeling of you clamping down causes him to bite his lip and arch his back; knowing he’s going to be cumming soon too, you quickly remove yourself from him sitting back on his thighs. His eyes widen as he looks at you like you’ve betrayed him – it’s bad enough you’re fucking him, but there’s no way in hell you’ll let him cum inside you.

You’ll never admit it to him, but he was a good fuck, maybe still not as good as Gojo would have been, but still good nonetheless, so you’ll let him cum.

“No way I’m gonna be stuck around you for years,” you explain as you grab his length, stroking vigorously until his eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out several deep strangled moans, pulling hard on the radiator, as his precious Zen’in seed covers his chest.

After you catch your breath, you remove yourself from his legs and search for your clothes on the floor. Finding the panties that are soaked in both your spit, you toss them into the trash under your desk; you’ll need to remember to empty that before you leave, so nobody accidently sees them.

“If you take anything away from this, it should be that you don’t need to be in charge of everything. You might be surprised just how freeing that can truly be.” You try to explain as you untie his hands; he continues to lay on the chaise, catching his breath rolling out his wrists, “you can use the bathroom over there to clean yourself and get dressed. Be back in five minutes for the rest of your session.”

“Fucking psycho bitch,” he mutters to himself as he begrudgingly stands and stalks off to the bathroom with his clothes while his cum drips from his chest down to his abdomen.

You decide to ignore his comment and choose to take a deep breath instead and get dressed too. After straightening your skirt and slipping your shoes back on, you take your seat across from the chaise once again.

When Naoya returns, seven minutes later, you note, he takes his seat. Looking him over, his cheeks are still tinged pink, hair more romantically tousled than dishevel-

Nope. Good god, get those thoughts out of your brain right now. This is not going to be a thing.

Sighing, you grab the legal pad from the coffee table between the two of you and click the top of the pen, ready to write. His session is over in about 20 minutes. Let’s see how painful we can continue to make this for him.

“So, Naoya, tell me about your mother.”

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thewriters64 · 2 years

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Another Love

Naoya x Fem-bodied reader

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

‘I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knew everything about him…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘I brought you daffodils on a pretty string

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

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luvreyn · 1 year

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ECSTASY

NAOYA ZENIN X F!READER

WARNING: abuse, death, violence, blood, insanity

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

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

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

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

"Te-"

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

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

"I’m sorry-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seeing Maki single-handedly make them pay excites you.

And...

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

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

Your cheeks warmed.

Maki-sama, you’ve always been kind.

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

"Took you long enough-’

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

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

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

#reynwrites.jjk #reynwrites #bgm: labour #jujutsu kaisen naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk x reader

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obanaispy · 2 years

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Milkmaid ✩

{ adult audience only }

who: naoya zenin x genderless reader

wc: 1,232

synopsis: our kind father naoya graces y/n with some milk <3

warnings: degrading, rough sex, sacrilegious/religious play, slapping with dick, spit , anal, oral (being face fucked), choking, bruising, light breath play, panty stuffing

notes: hi my babies! you all know i love trying out different styles so today, here’s a first person view into your life as a milkmaid for a very loved father! i really hope you dig it. let’s also remember naoya is the biggest asshole known to man so if you need comfort.. go check out another one of my fics here . i hope you all missed me like i did you. enjoy! also, happy sunday xx

milkmaid { mihlk-mayd }: a sweet person that enjoys milk (heh)

“don’t you want to make it into heaven?”

father naoya was always such a sweet man. the church was previously his fathers and he had made sure to keep the tradition of love and safety alive. not to sound like i’m sucking the mans dick though like trust me, this leads up to a reason. you see, recently i’ve been having some.. impure thoughts. sexual, sadistic dreams have been more often than not and i find my mind drifting even whilst sitting in the pews as he preaches the word of a life without sin.

“will you still respect me with my sins, father?”

“why, of course” he answered, my body relaxing as i stared at the wall separating us within the confessional. the hour was late and i could no longer hear his word with a mind tainted like mine. “what seems to be the issue, dear y/n?”. his words cut through my thoughts as my thighs tightened at the way he spoke my name. parting my lips, i took a deep breath before beginning to explain— “well.. father. lately i’ve been stuck in this.. trance-like state? my dreams have been melting fantasy with the real world and i even happen to.. see you there with me during those impure moments. am i.. possessed?” his silence almost alarmed me before i heard a deep sigh.

“my dear child.. i’m afraid that you are. luckily, i have just the solution.”

i felt my eyes water in joy, mouth opening to thank him before i was cut off abruptly. “get on your knees and face the door.”. was this still the father? his voice sounded.. grim. cold. nonetheless, i got into the position, awaiting his next move. suddenly, the door opened and he stood before me, his usual bright eyes now mimicking dark holes— hands fidgeting at his collar as he loosened it slightly. bringing a hand down, he lightly caressed my face before gripping it in a manner that went against the previous touch.

“i can help you but, you need to trust me”

“of course i trust you father. that is not a thing that needs a second guess” i whispered, panties becoming damp as i found myself lacking shame. father naoya went to unbuckle his slacks, my eyes following his movements in shock as i struggled to speak a word. before i knew it, his cock sprung out of his boxers, his hand going to stroke it until it stood up fully erect. “i will get rid of the demon that has attached itself to you.. i mean, i can not have a whore running around my sanctuary, can i?”. not giving me a second to recover from my shock and answer, he suddenly slapped me with his dick— his free hand reaching down to grip me by my hair as he yanked my head back.

“i asked you a question, slut. can i?”

“n-no father.. you can not..”. father naoya was no longer himself.. or maybe this is who he really was? i couldn’t even figure out the difference seeing as his cock pushed its way past my teeth shortly after, beginning to fuck my mouth at an unforgiving pace as he tugged at my locks harshly. “a vile.. disgusting object is what you are. coming into my holy space .. behaving as if you don’t want to be split in half by me” he gritted, harsh words causing my heart to pound. tears began to spill out onto my cheeks as he thrusted— hips suddenly pushing all the way forward to fill my mouth completely before stilling.

tapping on his leg urgently, i tried not to choke on my spit. it slowly started to coat my chin— soaking the bottom of my dress as i regulated my breath slowly. “there we go.. there we fucking go”. reaching down father naoya released my chest from my clothes, fondling my nipples as he started to buck his hips once again. i found myself bobbing my head to meet his thrust, my hand traveling between my legs.. hoping to provide my aching spot some release..

“are you fucking kidding me?”

pulling his cock out of my mouth naoya suddenly gripped my cheeks once again this time spitting directly in my face. “how dare you touch yourself in my presence, demon? do you wish to be pleasured? to feel relief? do you feel you are deserving?”. i found myself nodding, chest rising and falling as i tried to catch my breath once again. clicking his tongue, he quickly turned me around— positioning me to where my hands and knees rested against the cold floors. he did not even bother to pull down my panties, ripping them apart before shoving the fabric deep into my cunt— his large fingers joining it before slowly slipping themselves out as he proudly hummed.

father naoya spread my cheeks apart before spitting against my asshole, the action causing a whimper to fall out of my throat. shortly after, i found myself moaning as his tongue circled and filled the tight hole— hands gripping my ass hard enough to leave bruises that would refuse to leave. positioning himself behind me, his cock slowly began to push into my asshole before filling me as much as it was allowed. his thrusts were gentle for only a second before i felt him change his positioning a bit— cock now fucking my asshole wider than it’s ever been.

crying out, my fingernails crawled at the floor in pain and ecstasy, mind focusing on the feeling along with the way he grunted in between each thrust. “squeezing me so tight.. has anyone ever fucked you this good? made you feel them deep..deep inside of you?” he husked out, lips now pressing against my ear as his chest rubbed against my back. his thrusts were slowing down but becoming even harder, balls slapping against my cunt. my panties were now soaking, the feeling of being double stuffed making it difficult to even respond. one of his hands gripped at my hip as he held me in place, adrenaline too high to feel the intensity of his grip.

he gripped my neck, squeezing the sides as he brought my head up to look at his face now looming over me. “you look so fucking out of it.. pull it together and answer me.” he chuckled darkly, his brows furrowed in concentration. “no sir.. i’ve.. i’ve never been fucked so good..” i squeaked out, eyes struggling to stay open as an orgasm washed over me. naoya’s thrust became sloppy, hand squeezing hard around my neck as he let out a few frantic humps before pulling out— his hands moving quickly to make me face him before shoving his cock into my mouth to use me once again.

“worthless piece of shit.. swallow my seed and become pure. every. single. drop.”

as he released into my throat i fought back a cough, mind cloudy as i swallowed all that he had to offer— vision blurry. the father removed his cock and i felt.. sadness. looking up to him, it felt like he was the one who had been reborn— not i. this was not the kind man that frequently spoke the word of our lord.. and i truly did not hate him.

“father.. i do feel i may need a few more sessions”

he smiles.

#obanaispy #oswrites #anime #jjk smut #naoya smut #naoya zenin #naoya x y/n #naoya x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen naoya #jjk zenin

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dab1-ex · 2 years

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Chapter 12

The Samurai

Paring: Choso x reader (Naoya x reader)

Synopsis: You’re in an arranged marriage with Naoya he may not seem like the prince charming but maybe a your knight may come saving you, his the Samurai Choso from the Kamo clan. Will he save you from this disaster you call a marriage or will Naoya change for the better or come to his demise as the worst.

Genre: Historical Au, drama

Warnings: smut, mentions of child birth, pregnancy, fluff, some sadness.

Taglist: @brownskinnedgirll @sweetshawty @eleventhdoctorsangel @simplycareless @gojocumslut @abba-simp @sonanie

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You looked around what was once your shared bedroom with Naoya. All your belongs backed away into the travel luggage that was placed safely in the carriage that would bring you and Choso to your new home.

You were about to dress in your kimono that you had kept aside, that you had prepared to wear for your departure.

Just as you were about to begin dressing you heard someone enter. You thought it would be Fujiko to help assist you one last time, but instead you were met with Naoya.

"You seem excited" he said as he walked in quietly sitting on the bed, that the two of you once shared.

"I suppose I am" you said giving him a soft smile.

"Excited to get away from me, some would say" Naoya said jokingly but he knew there was some truth to it.

You couldn't deny that you were excited to be leaving the zenin estate that lingered with feelings of dread and discipline; but you also could not deny the aching of your heart looking at your former husband.

"Shall I help you get dressed in your kimono" he stated, Naoya got up from the bed and picked up the kimono you had laid out to be worn.

He examined the kimono and noticed how similar it was to the one he had picked out for you back at the kamo estate, with its butterfly embroidery.

He carefully helped you slipped your arms in as he began tying the sashes.

Little words were exchanged between the two of you, to caught up in the moment of him once again dressing you.

When he started tying your obito you cracked the silence by asking him a question.

"What have you said to your Father? He must be upset" you said quietly hoping that he would be as somewhat understand as Naoya was currently being.

"Oh, my father" he said with a snicker.

"His livid" he said as you watch his laugh drop.

"Since I announced that I would be leaving you, his been in a foul mood. Called me an incompetent father-to-be, little does he know this kicking baby is not mine" Naoya said as he tried his best to make it sound light hearted, but you knew as much as he was trying to make the situation be a joke he was hurt by it.

But Naoya would survive just as he did before, you were the turning point of his world and now his world would just have to learn how to exist without it.

When Naoya was done helping you dress in your kimono, he took a few steps back to examine his work.

"You look good" he said giving you a smile.

"Thank you" you said quietly, returning a smile towards him.

He looked upon you in the beautiful red kimono with the intricate white butterflies that adorned the sleeves, and then looked back at your face and realized that even this beautiful kimono was nothing when compared to you.

"We should hurry this sentimental moment...Choso is waiting" Naoya said through gritted teeth.

He was happy to have you be with the man you love but it did ignite a spark of jealousy towards the man.

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You carefully walked to the carriage, like a bride walking down the aisle to her groom. You compared the moment to when you first walked down the aisle towards Naoya, you remember feeling scared that day unsure, but not in this moment, you were happy and very sure of what you were getting yourself into.

And Choso smile as he saw you only reassured those feelings.

When you reached Choso you gave him the biggest smile you could muster.

You were finally genuinely happy, your child would be with his father and you would be with the man you loved, it was a heart warming moment for the two of you.

Fujiko stood on the far left behind Naoya as the two of them observed you. Fujiko with her teary eyes trying not to cry to loudly, scared that it would upset Naoya.

Naoya could obviously hear Fujiko wails, but he would not barret her about it; if he was allowed to he too would be wailing.

You turned to look to Naoya and saw Fujiko running towards you. Fujiko didn't care if this was unlady like she wanted to hug her friend before she left her to live a new life.

Fujiko ran into your arms, as her tear continued to fall.

"My Lady, I-I sha-all miss you so much" Fujiko said threw muffled tears as she continued to cry into your shoulder.

"Don't waste tears Fujiko. I'll miss you too" you said trying to restrain your own tears.

"When I give birth I'll need a lady to help me; and I was hoping you'd be that lady to assist me" you said with a small smile as Fujiko pulled away from your hug.

Her eyes became wide and her mouth slightly open, in a faint shock until the words settled in her mind and her face grew into a massive smile.

"Oh yes my lady! Of course I'll help you and your child" Fujiko said now replacing her teary filled hug with a joyous one.

Fujiko let go of you as she became excited with the future that the two of you would be reunited soon, and no less to assist the child she was anxiously awaiting to meet.

Naoya unlike Fujiko was unsure if he'd ever see you again. He slowly walked towards the you and Fujiko slowly placing a hand on her shoulder.

Fujiko became startled by Naoya's presence as he had told her that he was not one to wish well on others departures.

Fujiko moved away, to allow Naoya to come to speak with you.

"Sorry Naoya-sama" Fujiko said walking to the side to allow the two of you to talk.

Choso had also vanished from your side sensing that Naoya would have his last moment with you at the Zenin Estate.

Perhaps that was one of the many reasons you fell for Choso, he was kind and thought rationally. Many men would oppose the idea of a former significant other to speak to their beloved, but Choso allowed it hoping it would bring closure to Naoyas heart.

"Well you're finally leaving" Naoya said with a small laugh as to keep a friendly nature with you.

"Well I don't know who shall be making me tea in the morning anymore" Naoya said causing you to laugh.

Naoya just admired your laugh as you seldom did laugh around him, and when you did it felt as if a thousand bubbles had been released into the sky.

"Perhaps you could find another" you said with a small smile, tilting yout head at Naoya.

Naoya new what you were implying, but his heart belonged to you and there was no other he could love, or at least his heart would never allow him to love another as he loved you.

"Tea won't taste the same unless you make it"

"Well then perhaps you'll have to visit sometime so that I could make you tea" you said keeping the smile on your face.

"It wouldn't be fair on Choso, having another man intrude on his wife's tea making"

"Well I'd still like you to come over, when ever you feel fit" you said, you didn't want to push Naoya away it would be wrong, as much pain your marriage caused you didn't think the punishment of complete distance was necessary for the two of you.

"Alright then I shall hold you to your word" Naoya said nodding his head as a way of confirming his words.

You once again smiled at Naoya, opening your arms signalling for him to give you a hug.

And he did he didn't hesitate and he knew you probably sensed that he craved to have your touch one last time.

Held you tight and took in every second of your hug, it felt as if time had stopped and universe was centered around the two of you. You unraveled in your arms and he allowed himself to. He loved you.

When the two of you pulled away he saw the your wet lashes and you noticed his, the two of you hadn't even realized that you had been crying but it didn't feel like tears of sadness. It was as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulder even if it did leave a sting at first.

You said your last goodbyes to Naoya and carefully climbed into the carriage.

"You'll look after her won't you?" Naoya said now with a stern cold face towards Choso.

"Of course I will" Choso said keeping his calm composure.

"And you'll look after your son. Raise him to achieve greatness"

"I shall" Choso said as he continued starring at Naoya.

"Well then, thank you for your services Choso-san. Even if your services were stealing my wife" Naoya said in a matter of factly tone with the same stern expression on his face; which caused Choso to try his best to suppress his laugh.

"Sorry about that" Choso said trying to keep his composure.

"You're forgiven" Naoya said quickly trying to end the conversation.

Choso nodded his head and said his goodbyes and swiftly climbed into the carriage beside you.

Naoya watched as the carriage road off with the two of you to your new lives at the kamo estate.

His eyes began to tear slightly as he watched the carriage get further and further away.

Fujiko of course noticed his tears, and was slightly intrigued by them, as she had never seen him cry. The only emotions she had ever seen Naoya in was anger and narcissism.

"Naoya-Sama are you okay?" Fujiko asked.

"I'm perfectly fine, Fujiko" he responded with.

Fujiko watched as he continued to stare at the carriage ride off with you until his eyes were unable to see it anymore.

Fujiko mind became filled with the possibly that she would have to serve a new lady soon. She wondered if Naoya would have a new woman soon, or if he wouldn't. The thoughts kept buzzing in her mind and until she asked.

"Will you ever re-marry?" Fujiko said, she didn't mean for the question to come out, but she was so lost in her thoughts she hadn't realized she had let the question slip out.

"And have a woman try to sway me with her emotions. No thank you" Naoya replied.

And just like that Naoya was back to his former self Fujiko noted.

"Women these days don't know the proper etiquette, three steps behind it cannot be that difficult to remember" Naoya went on rambling as he began walking back to the quarters.

Fujiko followed behind rolling her eyes as she continued to hear him speak about all the troubles women caused. He was back to Naoya the misogynistic tyrannical fool who thought with the member between hus legs.

Fujiko gave a small smirk thinking about how much he changed in your presence and how grateful she was for that and she new that Naoya was only putting up appearances because she knew he was deeply affected by the love you had shown him.

And Naoya was grateful for that.

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Five years had past since you had left the Zenin Estate.

Hiroshi was now four. The young boy was watching his father train with his katana.

He watched as he swung the katana with such ease; he grabbed the stick he had dropped and began swinging it in the same way, but even the stick felt to heavy to lift above his head.

The man dropped his katana walking over to the young boy, who was just old enough to speak in full sentences.

"You're doing well Hiroshi, you'll be better than me in no time" Choso said as he picked his son up.

He carried the boy inside his living quarters, gently placing him on the ground as he watched Hiroshi run towards your figure.

"Herari, you're covered in sweat" you said as you looked over at Choso who gave you a guilty smile.

"Mama, me and Papa were training. He was swining the katana like that swoosh"

Herari said as he copied the actions your husband was making, swinging his hands around making noises to mimic the way Choso was swinging his katana.

"Oh wow" you said trying yout best to sound impressed to the boys words.

"You and Papa must be so hungry from all the training"

"I'm not hungry at all" Hiroshi said puffing his chest out trying his best to prove that noy even hunger could overcome him; ever since Choso had told Hiroshi about the life of a Samurai Hiroshi had tried to do his best to live that lifestyle.

"Well in that case, I guess Papa and I will have to eat all that takoyaki by ourselves" you said with a sigh, giving your best sad face.

The little boy began to get shuffle his feet and twiddle with his fingers. Takoyaki was the little boys favorite snack.

"I guess I can eat it only this one time" Hiroshi said trying his best to keep his Samurai stature.

"Oh! Thank you so much" you said as you watched the boy run to the chubdai as he began to eat the Takoyaki.

"His getting so big" Choso said as he walked behind you placing his head on your shoulder.

"It feels like only yesterday when he entered the world" you listened as Choso continued to speak.

Your mind drifted to the day Hiroshi came into the world....

All the pain you felt, was worth it in the end as you held the little boy in your arms. To see how much he looked like his father.

Even Fujiko was amazed at how much the little boy looked like Choso, when she had arrived to help you in the first few weeks after child birth.

"He even as his fathers birthmark across his nose" Fujiko said in bewilderment as she held the baby.

You laughed at Fujiko's words.

"Nonetheless your son is an extremely cute baby, my lady"

"Thank you, Fujiko" you said as she carefully handed you, your child.

Fujiko watched as your child's hands reached out towards you, instinctively knowing that you are it's mother.

You watched as Hiroshi's little mouth began opening and closing a sign that he was thirsty, you carefully drew back your yukata to allow you child to suckle on you.

"So how are things back the zenin estate?" You questioned.

"Well, the same I suppose. Very boring since you left my lady. The only interesting that had occurred was when one the cooks fell in love with a servant girl and ran away with her. Naoya of course replaced them the next day, so it wasn't as if the Estate was in a crisis" Fujiko said nonchalantly.

"How is he; Naoya?" You questioned. You hadn't heard from him since you had left four months ago. Perhaps he had another woman by now and was living the life he had always wanted for the two of you.

"He is well my lady" Fujiko said, she watched as you simply nodded and Fujiko continued speaking to calm the thoughts in your head.

"His still unmarried, doubt he ever will re-marry, my lady. He speaks about you still especially when one of the servant girls do something he doesn't like he says " If my wife was still here and she saw how you cleaned she'd leave me all over again" " Fujiko said causing you to laugh slightly. You could imagine Naoya saying that.

"You know, he claims you haven't changed him much, but everyone at the Estate knows his lying" Fujiko said speaking more informally.

Your smiled at the thought that you had brought some positive change to Naoya's life, even if it was for a brief moment. You were glad to be apart of the cause that changed his heart.

"I often find him sitting by the khoi pond, starring at the khoi fish, my lady" Fujiko said with a laugh, you smiled at her words, until the two of you interrupted by Herari's cries.

....

"You're daydreaming again (Y/N)" Choso said with a laugh.

"Sorry I was thinking about the day Hiroshi was brought into the world" you said as you continued to watch the young boy stuff his face.

"Soon we will welcome another" Choso said kissing your cheek, as his hands drifted to your seven month child that was growing within.

Choso turned you to face him as he left a kiss on your lips, and you returned the gesture by placing one back on his.

"Eww" Hiroshi said making gagging noise as he watched you and Choso.

The two of you laughed at Hiroshi's reaction.

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That night you struggled to fall asleep.

Choso noticed your struggle.

"My love are you alright?" Choso said sitting up looking down at your figure.

"I can't seem to get comfortable in bed" you said with sigh as you were becoming frustrated that you were unable to rest peacefully.

"Perhaps I could help" Choso said as he gently placed a kiss on your lips.

Choso began to kiss you lips and slowly moved down to your neck.

Your body became heated by his actions as your head became filled with butterflies.

"Choso" you moaned.

He slowly began moving his hands down your body until they rested between your legs.

Instinctively your opened your legs for him. Choso began massaging the inside of your thighs as you let out small sighs of pleasure.

Choso hands started working towards your womanhood, he slowly began to massage your clit watching your reactions.

You arched your back as your eyes closed with pleasure. Choso took this as a sign to insert a finger into your womanhood.

Choso began moving his finger inside you slowly, he watched as you breath began quicking and your eyes would fall down to where his finger was connected to your body.

"Choso please" you begged needing more from Choso.

Choso was not one to deny you of pleasure, he quickly rid himself of any article of clothing.

He placed himself between your legs. He began to palm his member, and you lifted your head as high as you could observing his ministrations.

The red tip that was leaking precum, made your womanhood leak. You needed him and he could tell.

Choso leaned down to your bump and placed a kiss on it, you smiled at Choso's actions.

You smile was quickly replaced with frown of pleasure as Choso inserted himself inside you.

He could feel the tightening of your walls as he pushed in deeper.

He began to thrust slowly, causing you to moan out his name. You were oversensitive due to your pregnancy and every drag of Choso's cock felt like electricity was running through your whole body.

You weren't sure how much longer you could take the dragging of his cock against you walls, but you knew you were close, so close only a few more drags of his cock and you'd be cumming.

"Choso, I-I can-t hold on an-ny long-er" you said as you felt yourself creaming around his member.

The sensation alone of you cumming around him was enough for Choso to cum. He filled you to the brim with his seed and Choso was positive that if you weren't already pregnant, he would've gotten your pregnant again tonight.

Choso carefully pulled out of you, as he collapsed down beside you.

"You think you'll be able to sleep now" Choso said as he tried to catch his breath.

You lightly slapped his bicep and giggled at his words, but sure enough the love making had put you to sleep.

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The next morning you had woke up before Choso. Stretched your body in bed trying your best not to disturb Choso as he continued to sleep.

When you felt ready to stand up, you made your way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Hiroshi as he would soon be up and would immediately start complaining about being hungry.

As you began preparing breakfast you noticed the flowers that Choso had given had nearly run our of water.

You picked up the vase and slowly started pouring water into the vase. You smiled at the flowers; ever since you had arrived at the kamo estate Choso would bring you flowers at the beginning of each week.

You had mentioned to him once how you enjoyed flowers and had thought he would forget about it, but clearly he had not.

You placed the vase back down on the table as you began to prepare breakfast. You enjoyed preparing your own breakfast as opposed to having it pre-made and eating in the dining hall with everyone else.

It felt more intimate to share your first meal with your family and you enjoyed how Choso would speak to Hiroshi in the mornings; how Choso would poke fun at Hiroshi's messy hair causing the two to picker and you'd have to resolve the argument.

These moments you enjoyed with your family, and yout love for Choso only grew more each day.

You could only imagine what Choso could be dreaming of in these early hours while you prepared breakfast.

But if Choso could show you he would, he often dreamt of you, how the prophecy his mother had told him as a child had come true. He would dream of giving up his katana in return to recieve you floating down towards him like a goddess.

And if he was able to show you his dreams of where you were the goddess he had so longed for he would show you instantly.

But alas he could not and would have to show you by doing all he could in the real world to prove it, from giving you a new bouquet of flowers every week to starring at you intently with much admiration while you spoke about anything and everything.

You were Choso's fate.

And he was your Samurai.

You hoped that whatever Choso was dreaming about would bring joy to his heart, just as he brought joy to yours.

All the way back the Zenin estate Naoya stood by the khoi pond as he watched the fish splash about. He had began taking a liking to early morning walks to the pond, to enjoy the quietness before the day would begin.

He had received word of your second pregnancy, and was happy that you and Choso were able to conceive another. He was happy for the two of you even if his heart wished to have you.

Naoya knew Choso would love you to the end of times. When Naoya was younger his mother told him tales of a Samurai that would give up his honour for the love of a woman, and he had watched that tale come to reality.

Naoya would always remember you, as you held the key to his heart. He would be the husband you once had and Choso was the husband whom your heart loved he was ...

Your Samurai.

Just a side thought, I wanted to maybe write a one-shot epilogue type of thing where Naoya visits (y/n) and the kids to babysit just like a fun type of thing pure fluff.

Well then that's the end of this series it was really fun to make, I hope you all enjoyed it.

Let me know🌸

Thank you guys for all the support and for reading 💗

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