A Special Guest Overnight
A fanfic in which Naoya Zenin fucks and ends up falling in love with a MILF.
Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Implied Mommy Issues, Misogyny (cuz this is naoya we are talking about, duh.).
A/n: This isn't my first fic but this will be the only one I'm posting on here. I really wanted to write this but I can't on my main since I don't really do older women x naoya stuff?
I'll still be active on here though and if you guys are interested my requests are open, I'll write any fanfic idea I can!
Miko is reader's daughter.
Naoki is Naoya's older brother.
Your daughter. Your pride and joy. Your miracle. She stood at your door, eyes twinkling with that love and nostalgia from her childhood. Standing beside her was her husband and son-in-law, a man of average stature, black flat hair laying on his head and thin brown eyes. His gold wedding band on his finger shimmered in the sun, nearly blinding you. You squealed in excitement, you had never really had any guests over. Growing as a single mother, all you ever really had was your beloved daughter Miko and as she got married, soon the second person entered your life, Naoki. Ushering them in with excited hands on their back, you wrapped your arms around both of them, squeezing the breath out of the happy couple. You placed a gentle kiss to her dome , cupping her face and mushing her cheeks together, murmuring and yapping about how lonely you've been and how cruel she was for leaving her poor mother all alone.
She replied through half giggles and muffled noises, updating you on her job, food habits and sleeping schedules. Naoki smiled, watching the two of you bicker and tease.
''Have you two managed to get any new friends? Anyone to come over for dinner, you know i always cook too much!'' You asked, you had always been quite the social hoster, it's how you even met Miko's father in the first place. You enjoyed cookouts and dinners and any situation involving people and food and talks. Miko always invited people over whenever she came around so to see no one shocked you a little. Her face slightly dropped.
''Well there is one person...'' Her voice trailed off, clearly not content to introduce whoever it was she was referring to.
''Well whoever it is, we'll make them feel right at home. Yknow the Cesar Ritz saying, ''Hospitality is simply an opportunity to show love and care!'' Beaming back at her and ruffling her hair in an attempt to bring up her mood.
A bitter tone from the voice you would have least expected had spoke. It was Naoki.
''There's no point being kind towards that man, he's more so a selfish animal than a person.'' The quick and sharp wording showed you that he truly did believe what he had just said and Miko even shook her head in agreement.
''The more the merrier none the less!'' You chirped weakly. Seeing no one agree with you, you muttered.
''Surely he's not that bad, you guys wouldn't have invited him over if he was.''
''We didn't get a choice.'' Naoki retorted back. ''The fat cu- that selfish boy invited himself onto this trip since he wanted to visit Tokyo anyways.'' His words held back a bite, bubbling with annoyance.
''Who is he anyways?'' Naoki spoke of him so familiarly, you couldn't help but be curious as to what could be the relationship between them.
''He's my bitch younger brother, that's who.'' Miko snapped her neck at him, telling him to watch his language with a quick ''Hey.''
The door shook with an ear-deafening thud, whoever was behind it was clearly impatient. You moved towards it, unlocking the door and throwing it open. You're not sure what you were expecting but the picture of a young man wasn't certainly the sight you thought you should have been greeted with.
A handsome young man at that, slightly taller than his older brother, standing at around 5'11. He was oddly punk for whatever reason, his hair flat, bleached blonde with dark black tips, layering and styled that reached just above his ears. On his right helix, two rings of black metal were punctured through them and and his lobe was decorated with two studs, one jade and the other silver. Compared to his right, the left seemed bare, only holding a singular stud. His eyes were a lot sharper than Naoki's and a black clean cateye liner seemed to define it. Despite his alternative hair and face, his clothes were anything but. A dark-blue kimono, tucked underneath a pair of hakama pants and straw sandals. You opened your mouth to greet him but before you could, he just walked right past. No greeting or noise from him, he rolled in an expensive 2 piece suitcase with him. (Just how long was he planning to stay here you wondered) and looked over at his brother, smirking at him and receiving a scowl back.
He kicked his feet, making both suitcases roll over to Naoki.
''Carry them to my room.'' He had a smooth voice, it was almost indulgent, sounding condescending in every vowel but almost enjoyable to hear, he held an accent you didn't exactly find anywhere in Naori's voice. They really were different in every way.
''And why the hell should i do that for? You've got legs of your own.'' He snapped back.
''I'm here to deal with the fact that you're too incompetent and Father had to trust me instead. Don't make me take my help back.'' He almost seemed amused at his brother's anger.
''You're an awful decision-maker anyways, just look at the wench you decided to wed out of every woman you had.'' Your daughter stood there, unfazed by his comment. You flinched in offense on her behalf. Knowing that it was probably irrelevant to do say, you opened your mouth anyways.
''Don't speak about her like that.''
He snapped his head over, concerningly angry at your input.
''And who the fuck are you-oh.'' His eyes skimmed over your face and body, focusing on your chest. His voice became a lot more sultry than it was two seconds ago.
''Didn't catch your name, what was it?'' He asked, the bastard wasn't even trying to hide his blatant ogling, only furthering Naoki's and Miko's anger.
''It's (name).'' You choked out, still feeling his eyes focus on your breasts.
''For fuck's sake Naoya, that's my wife's mother you're making eyes at!'' Naori was at limit with his little brother, scolding him through gritted teeth. Naoya rolled his eyes.
''Must have been the dad genes that ruined her face.'' Turning back to you, he asked.
''You single or is the father still around?'' It was clear as day that the man had no sense of social awareness, either that or he was just purposely being a dick (you knew for a fact it was the second one).
''He's gone, we've been over for over 20 years.'' You weren't really a big fan of remembering the other biological half of Miko. You two had never officially been together and you don't know why you were so hurt when he left, it was only natural a man as immature than that refused to take responsibility. He didn't even make you cum on that night!
''Single mom or divorced after?'' The questions were slowly creeping up to be more personal, you're not sure why he was so invested in your past anyways but it felt nice to vent.
''We were never together, mistakes made young and that's how i got my sweet girl Miko.'' You could hear a very disapproving tch come from his mouth.
''Ain't nothing sweet about your little devil of a kid and he sounds like a pathetic excuse for a man.'' Your face brightened up as you really thought someone began to take your side for once. This was quickly crushed when he decided to correct you as well.
''And you spreading your legs for such a sad man like that falls on your shoulders too yknow? It's no surprise your kid turned out the way she did. Not that it matters now anyways, you seem like a decent woman despite your past failings.'' Your face dropped, he really was as awful as Naori claimed.
''Anyways, come with me and show me to my room, you seem like you'd do a better job at it than Naori anyways.'' He walked towards you, rolling the suitcases, dumping them at your feet. You leaned down, bending over to pick them up. You felt a smooth hand give your ass a rough squeeze. You turned around to see none other than the blonde man as the culprit, finding clear amusement in your horrified reaction.
''You've got huge tits by the way, nice rack.'' The comment, insanely perverted and bordeline shameless was said in such a passive manner, you could almost be convinced he was speaking of the weather. Naori hung his head in shame of his brother's words and Miko looked just about ready to gut the man if she could.
''Well then? We ain't got all day woman, speed it up, I've got places to see and Naori's problems to fix.
Hurriedly picking up his stuff, you quickly followed suite, opening the door to the not so readily made guest room. His eyes soured at the sight.
''And why wasn't this done? Don't you know the basic rules of hospitality or did women lose all sense of respect for their place?''
You muttered out an embarrassed apology, promising to fix it up in an hour. He smiled at your compliance, you were just his type, buxom, charming and willing to listen (or so he assumed).
''Good girl.'' He praised and hummed contently. He left without a word and just a wave. You watched the young man descend the stairs and out the door with mixed feelings.
''Wasn't that an odd first meeting?'' You wondered out loud before turning back around, getting back to the guest room.
For the past two weeks, you had lived with your beloved daughter, her wonderful husband and his slightly infuriating, slightly seductive younger brother. You found he was picky in everything and by everything you meant everything. Always had something to say about dinner or laundry or his bedsheets as if he wasn't a guest. But nevertheless you persisted, determined to stay ontop and truly prove yourself as the best host ever. The man never acknowledged your efforts but him staying silent for tonight's dinner was enough to prove to you that you truly were a miracle-maker. Refiling Miko's and Naori's bowls of rice and pouring out more tea, you turned over to Naoya, raising the pot in offer and arching a brow.
''Do you want more?'' You said with a smile. You had no idea just how attracted he had grown to you over the weeks. Your smile made his cock throb under the table. He didn't even bother to respond. Muttering something about needing to excuse himself and dashed upstairs. You watched with astonishment and concern at his speed. Did the cooking accidentally give him a stomach-ache?
An hour passed, he still didn't return. Miko and Naori looked half asleep. Feeling bad for the two, you sent both to bed, telling them you'd follow after you finished cleaning up the table.
The plates and cups clinked on the tray, feet shuffling across the wood floor as you sent the dishes down in the sink. A boring repetitive cycle of scrubbing and rinsing ensued all the while your mind kept drifting off to Naoya. His expression and how he seemed panicked almost. Your heart stung at the thought of him being sick. The thought hit you but you had become sweet on the man, after all he was at the house more often that Naori and Miko were these two weeks (in their defence, they had dates to go on). You remember how you didn't seem to find his erotic comments on your body as irritating anymore and how you felt even a little validated at it. You were still a human with the need to be desired. For the last 20 years you spent raising Miko, you realised just how much of your life you truly missed out on, no college parties or shitty dates, not even casual hook-ups. You had never experienced love and what he held for you would never be it or so you were sure of, you still felt happy that a man as beautiful as that could find you appeasing. The last plate clunk on the rack and you switched off the lights.
Your toes creeped up gently, certain to stop noise from awaking any of them, your head popped into Naori's and Miko's room first, smiling softly at their peaceful slumber. You debated against going to Naoya's room but curiosity got the better of you. A turn of the handle let a little crack in and you were about to let yourself in before the sudden sound hit you.
Moans. Not just any moans but Naoya's. A slick sound of him pumping something in his fist silently filled the room. He was shameless, whoever he was fantasizing about, he whispered dirty promises of giving them his seed, filling them up to be so full of him. You turned your heel, feeling a shameful throb inbetween your legs, it felt hot, hotter than ever in 20 years. You cursed yourself for being such a pervert, almost to leave in shame but his voice caught you off guard.
''Oh god (name) go harder.'' He whined out, an odd sound from his mouth but arousing nonetheless. You turned back around , finally opening the door and catching him red-handed or dick-handed. His cock stood proud in his hand, the tip a pretty pink but flushed red. He was big. He stared at you, face flushed, eyes wide with need and shame.
''Naoya?'' You spoke softly, as if you were approaching some sort of wounded animal that needed tending to or a child who needed to be reassured. You couldn't help it, you were a mother after all.
He snapped, hating how endearing he found that tone.
''Get the fuck out! Can you not see I'm busy?!'' He snapped back.
''Did you moan my name before now?'' Again that damn gentle tone, it made his dick twitch a little and it didn't go unnoticed by you.
''Do you enjoy when I'm nice to you Naoya?'' You didn't seem judgemental, more aiding than anything.
''Yea? What's it to you, we both know you're gonna kick me out tomorrow anyways.''
''What makes you think that Naoya?'' He froze.
''Are you not weirded out by the fact that I was jerking off to you?'' He looked at you if you were mad. You slowly shook your head and began to advance on him. He moved back on the mattress a little bit. His voice hesitant and a bit shaky.
''What are you doing (name)?'' It sounded so small, scared but excited.
''I'm gonna help you mkay? Do you want me to help you?'' The question had heat behind it, you were clearly desperate for him and after seeing his size, you were certain the young man could fulfil your desire for the night.
He nodded, a simple desperate motion. You began to take off your clothes, leaving you only in your underwear. Crawling near him on the bed, your hand brushed over his blue kimono, tugging on it impatiently. He froze up at your demanding.
''Stop acting like some sort of slut, i'm not a piece of meat for you to indulge in.'' He remarked. You frowned at him.
''Do you not want this Naoya?'' Your hurt tone clearly getting the better of him, he sighed, ashamed of himself for admitting it. Hauling you so that you straddled him, he brushed over your nipples, an impatient hand reached at your back and unclipped your bra. He watched your breasts spill out with a hitched breath.
''How could i not want this?'' He whispered, so quietly you couldn't almost hear it.
He took off his kimono, unbuttoning the white shirt underneath and exposed his toned chest to you. You moved your hand up and down, in awe of how beautifully sculpted his body was. His hard on grinded against your clothed pussy and you could swear you felt yourself growing wetter because of it. He tugged impatiently at your panties, whimpering about how he needed to be inside you. He tore his own pants and boxers in his hurry.
Slowly dragging it off to tease him, the sexual frustration in his eyes only grew, he huffed at you.
''Stop being such a fuckin tease, I'm dyin here.''
You couldn't help but giggle. He really was an impatient man. Coming back to straddle him. You leaned down to kiss him, wanting to take your time when his hand grabbed the back of your neck and smashed your lips against his. The sudden motion making you gasp, he used it to his advantage and slid his tongue in, moving in motion with yours as his hands wandered your body, grabbing at any part he could. He settled on your breasts, harshly pinching your nipples.
''O-Oh Naoya!'' It felt so good to you. You admit you were a sucker for a bit of pain.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he repeated the motion, again and again, until your nipples went sore and you couldn't feel anymore.
''Oh come on, you can take more than that.'' His voice broke through the pleasure filling your head, sending you to reality for a second as his words sunk in.
''Huh?'' You murmured at him through half lidded eyes. He never thought he'd ever see a more erotic sight than that.
Flipping you onto your back, he loomed over you, lining himself up with your entrance.
He thrust into you, fully sheathing himself in you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and with a nod, he began to move. For a man who lived and spoke so fast, he went surprisingly slow, making sure you could feel every inch of him slide in and out of you. His arms caged your head in as you wrapped yours around his upper back. His strained expression was almost painful as if he was holding back. You tilted his chin down to meet yours.
''Don't hold back on me Naoya.'' God, he couldn't stand your tone, how sweet you sounded, like a lover he knew he could never have, it made him feel weak, as if he knew he craved your affection.
''Whatcha telling me you bitch, you want it harder?''
It seemed more like a shameful suggestion he didn't want to admit more than an accusation, the red spreading from his neck to his face. You could only smile at something as prideful as that.
''If that's what you want Naoya, I'm here to help you remember?'' You pulled his face closer, a gentle fleeting kiss on his lips. He chased it as you pulled back, securing it with something more carnal than you would have ever expected. It felt unnecessarily violent from the man, one who was always composed, he was mad at you but still reached out regardless. He began to pick up the pace, going down rougher and harder than ever.
His hands wrapped around your wrists, holding himself stable as his hips rutted into time and time again. Wanton moans spilled out your mouth as he watched your fucked-out expression in awe. The sight of it reassuring his ego that he didn't need your love or attention or anything else you offered. It was simply lust, possession and carnal desire, nothing else could define how you were reacting. This wasn't about making love, it was just fucking. Nothing else at play here surely.
His lips made contact with your neck, sucking harshly and digging his teeth in as far as he could. The action left a pretty purple hue on your flesh. His body snapped against yours, again and again until you couldn't tell where he started and you ended. Legs tangled in his now slick stained sheets, his cock driving in and out of your wet hole.
''Ugh fuck you're tight...'' He groaned out, the feeling making him drunk on the way your pussy clenched around his shaft.
''Do you like it? Do I make you feel good Naoya?'' You whined out, he almost swore he swooned at the way you chased for his validation and how desperate you were to hear him reassure you.
''Best fucking pussy ever, ya hear me?'' His words were crude and choked out, not the approach you wanted but one you were willing to settle for regardless.
''You make me feel good as well Naoya, so good.'' The words lacked the all consuming lust he had, it seemed controlled, as if it was good but not good enough to make you lose your mind. His anger almost boiled to it's limit, fucking you harder as a way to punish you for doubting him.
The sudden speed and force threw you off guard, the thrusts making you gasp. Your nails dug into his back as you desperately tried to keep your head stable. His face contorted into a mix of anger, desperation and need. Your hand moved up to his neck.
''What are you doing, I'm not into pain you freak.'' He warned, holding half a mind to slap your hand off but he let it stay for whatever reason. You dragged him down and once again pressed your lips to his, opening so his tongue could come in. The stimulation made him slow down, bringing it back to that pleasure medium pace.
''Awe poor baby, you just love the feeling of my lips dont'cha?'' He teased, his face dropping slightly when he saw your nod. His brows furrowed in confusion.
''What on earth is wrong with you?'' He muttered. He let go of your wrists and watched in horror as you reached for his left hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Cupping his right hand to reach up to your cheek, you nuzzled into it softly. The praise slipped from your mouth before you could stop yourself.
''You're doing so well Naoya. I'm proud of you.'' Those 9 words were his complete undoing. Eyes wide with shock, how you could stay this way after all he had done, all the perverted comments he had hurled at you, at all the ways he had taken out his anger, forcing you to contort your body to his pleasure and here you were, smiling and beaming at him as if he had hung the stars for you. He had no idea if you were mad or he was. Your soft tone spoke to him once more.
''Make love to me Naoya. Make this last for both of us, I don't ever want to forget the feeling of your body.'' So romantic, a line from the most wretched love poem ever dedicated towards him. Words said by a woman who knew how to care, directed to a man who didn't.
''Make love?'' He repeated, shocked by your naivety . Just who did you take him for?
''You make me feel good Naoya, just keep making love to me.'' Your wording was so sweet, it was sickening to him. To see you so willing and to see himself find that trust as something he was worthy of made him no better.
Determined to shut you up, his lips slammed against your's, all teeth and roughness, none of that sincerity you wanted. You let him in anyways.
He kept going until he couldn't anymore, his legs shaking as he reached his peak as he came inside. His semen drooling out of your hole. Rolling over with a sigh, he turned his back to you, closing his eyes, fully determined to forget the idea that he had just fucked and possibly had feelings for his brother's mother in law.
You sat there sheepishly, a bit frustrated with your lack of an orgasm so you tapped him. He snapped over, still sour over the way how you spoke to him.
''Naoya.....I didn't come yet. It's not fair.'' You refused to accept that Naoya was like Miko's shitty father. He rolled his eyes.
''How's that my issue?'' He huffed out, trying his best to get back to sleep. You had enough with him.
Forcing him to lay straight on his back, you swung an impatient leg over his thighs, straddling him.
''W-What the fuck are you doing?! Get off of me, you goddamn nymphomaniac!'' His voice took on a weaker tone, unsure how to feel about you taking control. His body's reaction was a positive one as you felt him getting hard again. You cooed softly, reassuring him.
''I'll just need to have you for a quick minute or two mkay? Will you listen to me finally? Be good for me, it'll feel nice for the both of us.'' Hell was he supposed to know what had gotten into you?
With a quick gulp, he nodded his head almost shamefully fast. Watching his cock disappear into you once again, he found the way you moaned to be music to his ears.
He saw how you rocked your hips, held him down and used him for your own pleasure and as much as he despised it, he couldn't deny just how hard it got him. He grabbed the soft skin of your waist, stabilizing himself. Moving one hand up to stabilize himself, he watched in awe as you kept going. You grabbed his hand and moved it up to his breast, allowing him to play with it as he pleased.
Your movements got sloppier the close to the edge you went, you weren't sure how much more your legs could take you so with a wild need, you chased. Going faster, harder, nothing like the calm pace you wished for earlier, his cock twitched as you continued to ride him. Tears welling in his eyes as you pushed him to the brink once more, he cried and pleaded out for you to go slower.
Your hands tangled with each-other once more, you licked the tears off his face, tasting his sweetness on your tongue, his eyelashes clumped together and he looked at you in such a sweet, pathetic way, reminiscent of the boy who craved your praise from earlier, you couldn't help but feel your heart melt at it.
You kissed him, to comfort or to silence, you weren't too sure but you were certain of one thing, he loved it. His hand pushed you in deeper, forcing you to stay there until you couldn't breathe anymore.
''You close?'' He whimpered out, feeling his legs go numb and his nerves fried to it's breaking point.
''Yea.'' You nodded. The ache between your legs throbbed and the knot in your stomach only got tighter with every moment you made on him.
''I am too. I-I can't do another on-'' You cut him off, encouraging him that he could as you grinded your hips down. You kept going on him, the painful craving in you needing to cum. The relief hit you like a truck, a loud whine ripped from your throat as your body finally aided in your desperate feeling. He soon followed after, dumping another load into your body with a satisfied groan, the filthy action forming a frothy ring of white at his base.
He grabbed your body as harshly as he could, yanking you down with him and letting his hands roam free, his mouth latching greedily onto your neck. Rough cat-esque bites painted your body the most beautiful shade of purple and reds he had ever seen. No part of your body went untouched, his hands and tongue exploring every part he could. His ravaging slowed to a point, panting heavily as he stared down at you.
His legs finally giving out, he collapsed onto you, his full weight pressing you into the bed, simple licks brushing on your nipples as he nuzzled into your breasts, his breath falling heavy as he drifted off, with you soon following suite.
The next morning, you saw the man, scrolling through his phone on your bed, shuffling over to your side, his face met yours.
''Oh, you're finally awake huh?'' His tone all too casual for someone who had just hooked up with his host. The memory of last night's encounter had your body heat up in shame and excitement.
Watching his body leave your bed left a pang of disappointment in you and so did the sight of watching him clothe himself.
''What do we do after this?'' You muttered, unsure of how much of it he caught.
He watched in great pleasure as your breath hitched, the reaction only furthering his ego.
''Don't think this is the last time we'll be seeing each-other.'' And with that, he left, leaving you wondering and even anticipating his next move. You called out after him.
''Be back for dinner!'' With a wave of his hand, your new lover was now gone out your door.
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Update: Changed my mind, now going to be doing multiple fics here and this is no longer a one-shot, it will have a follow up part and maybe even a third?
