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she/her - I only write female reader.
Masterlist~
Jujutsu Kaisen;
G. Satoru -
Hands On~
O. Yuuta -
Oops! I'll do it again-
Wet cat.
F. Megumi -
Know that it ain't real cherry!
Nap time!
I. Yuuji -
'only friends'
K. Choso -
Pretty , pt.2
Z. Naoya -
Unbefitting of an Heir
Apothecary Diaries;
Jinshi -
Of Soap and Steam~
Requests;
Jealous? Jealous! (jealous!megumi x fem!reader)
Request rules.
Requests are open!
hii! I love the way you write so much and was wondering if you could write something for Yoshida Hirofumi, there's barely anything for him 😭
I didn't really have a specific scenario in mind so feel free to write whatever but maybe a reader who's also a devil hunter and is more compassionate than others despite their line of work, but despite having that they're strong enough to not die?? I don't know if that made sense but it's totally fine if you don't wanna write it, thanks so much for thanking the time to read!! <3
Hihi!! I've had this concept in my drafts for a while, so thank you for giving me a reason to actually do it!! I know it's not quite what you asked for, so if you'd like I can write another one, it just might take... a while. I'm very busy at the moment, but it was a nice breath of fresh air to get back into writing. I hope you enjoy!!
*not a devilhunter!reader, but I suppose it could be read as a slightly more 'compassionate' devil!reader? she's got a strange way of showing it but she does care.
Me and the Devil~
Yoshida x reader
NSFW fem!devil!reade // yoshida
warnings; takes place after chapter 133 so mild spoilers, devil behaviour (biting, consumption of blood), blowjob, riding, everyone is 18+
Note; with season 2 being announced, I feel a need to assert my dominance as someone who has been here since before he was animated.
As always, to whoever requested, lmk how you found it!!
Enjoy~
Yoshida was tired. The whole day has been a mess- no, these whole few weeks have been a mess, the disastrous conversation with Denji was just the nail in the coffin at this point. It genuinely baffled him how someone could be so incredibly stupid- two options. He had two options (2), give up being chainsaw man and live a normal life, or say goodbye to Nayuta.
"Two! I choose two choices!!"
What the fuck does that even mean?? The memory almost makes his eye twitch, had he not understood him?
And then to add to it his colleague, who was in charge of watching over Nayuta while he was trying to talk some sense into Denji, brought her back too early and just- ugh. What an absolute disaster...
He lets out a groan, running a hand over his face and choosing to not dwell on it any longer, it's become apparent that Denji will do whatever he wants to anyway, screw the fact that Yoshida was the one who'd have to clean it up.
He doesn't even bother to take his work uniform off, just letting himself drop back onto his bed with a resigned sigh, and just as he finally closes his eyes, he feels the presence of another figure dip the bed slightly, and all he can do is let out an even more resigned sigh.
"...Are you here to torment me? If so, then please get on with it, I'm so tired."
He can only hope that you'll feel nice and not keep him up all night, but he knows better than to put his trust in a devil. Even if it is one he has a contract with.
"You make me sound so terrible, whatever have I done to you, dearest human boy?~"
Your voice comes out as a smooth purr, and is followed by the feeling of your hand threading through his hair, which he finds more soothing than he does annoying. He looks at you from the corner of his eye.
"Shall I list through all of your offences, or just the most recent ones?"
"Ugh- spare me, if I were to list all of your shortcomings we'd be here all night-"
You brush him off, rolling your eyes as you prop your face against your hand, laying flat against the bed with a somewhat bored expression.
"No- no, please, that's not necessary. You're right, I'm wrong, as always"
You scoff, looking down at him with a raised brow, lip twitching slightly with distaste at his quick surrender.
"What's got you so pliant today? You're never this agreeable."
He sighs once again, eyes closing as his head drops down against the pillow. He remains silent for a moment.
"I'm just so, so tired. I don't have the energy to entertain you, so please, either find it yourself or let me be."
"How dull."
Your remark doesn't surprise him, or upset him really, he'd be a fool to expect anything else from you. The room falls into an almost peaceful silence, and your hand eventually finds it's way back into his hair.
"...why are you so gloomy?"
Your question appears softer than usual, but still holding the usual hint of apathy, though the effect of that is overridden by the way you shift closer, snaking an arm around him. Your head rests against his shoulder, and he finds himself being surprisingly grateful to not be alone in this moment. He supposes it's nice that you're at least trying to help, he hasn't met many devils who would.
You've always been strange to him, in that sense. You're relatively nice, all things considered, and you choose to keep a close relationship with him which isn't something he's observed with other devils. Octopus only appears when summoned, and most other devils he's seen hunters have contracts with are much the same, yet you actively make the decision to visit him, for one reason or another. What's more, you show him your own, slightly twisted form of care, and that puts him off.
Whether it's genuine connection, or the will to play with your food before consuming it, he did not know.
"Denji." He sighs after a moment, pausing with the realisation that you may not know who that is before adding, "Chainsaw man."
"Ah."
Your answer appears short, uninterested even, flat. But your hands are gentle against him, gliding softly over his shoulder as you answer in an almost mocking tone.
"Did I not tell you to stay out of things that do not concern you?"
"You've told me many things, but I'm not about to quit my job because you don't like it."
He shoots back, and you huff in response, a slight tension making itself present in the room as the two of you descend back into silence. He questions your intents when it comes to your suggestions for his life, and your opinions are rather ambiguous in nature. He always finds himself wondering whether your distaste for his job comes from the fact that it revolves around killing your kind, or if it stems from the danger it poses to his life, he doesn't know, but this back and forth has become a rather normal part of his life since he met you. In a way, the fact that you at least care enough to share your criticism brings him a small comfort in his otherwise disastrous life.
His pondering brings him to the realisation that he's never actually asked you what you know about the devil inside of Denji, or why you're so opposed to him meddling in the matter. After another moment, his voice cuts through the silence.
"What do you know about him?"
"Very little, I've never met him." You hum, moving slightly, as you shift the conversation elsewhere, "I'm taking some blood."
You don't give him time to reply, so he doesn't even bother, simply shifting his head to the side as you settle onto him, face scrunching up with a hiss as you bite down into his neck. He's used to the feeling, but it's still rather unpleasant.
"Of- " his breath hitches for a moment, one hand gripping the sheets and the other instinctively moving to hold onto you, fingers digging into your back as he exhales "-course you are..."
You simply hum into him, fangs remaining lodged firmly into his skin, and he tries his best to keep his breathing even to keep his mind away from the stinging sensation in his neck.
"That's enough..." he trails, hand moving from your back to your shoulder, gripping in and pushing it lightly in a half hearted attempt to get you to pull away, "I still need to be able to function tomorrow, I have work."
You let out a small groan, withdrawing your fangs but not pulling away completely, revelling in the slightly quieter hiss that escapes him as he relaxes somewhat, though his hand remains on your shoulder, twitching against it occasionally as your tongue runs over the wound.
His neck feels sore, a feeling he's grown accustomed to, and he honestly can't tell wether the way you press your lips and tongue against it is making it better or worse, but he let's you have your fun regardless.
Once you finally pull away, he sighs, relaxing against the bed with the realisation that his body was completely tense up until that moment. His eyes remain closed, even as he feels your lips press softly against his, which is a notion he doesn't mind, even though it comes with the slight metallic taste of blood on your lips.
The taste only intensifies as he feels your tongue press against the seam of his lips, which he separates for you, letting your tongue slide against his and your hand tangle in his hair. His lips move gently against yours, tongue meeting your movements as his hands move to hold onto your waist, which in turn makes you shift down his torso and closer to his lap.
"I'm not getting any sleep today am I?"
He mumbles against your lips, though there is no resistance in his tone, in all honesty, he doesn't mind either way. If not sleep, then at the very least he gets a distraction.
His eyes remain shut as you move properly into his lap, the only acknowledgement you get from him being the small hum he gives you when you settle on him, otherwise remaining in the same unbothered position he was in prior. You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes and bracing yourself against your arms on the bed either side of him.
"Ugh come one, give me something already, will you?"
He hums again, once again refusing you a verbal reply, but this time one of his hands moves from behind his head to rest on your waist, running gently over your side.
"I'm tired, you'll have to bare with me." he says softly, before adding, "Or go somewhere else."
"You humans are so fragile..." you roll your eyes, before adding, "what do you want?"
"Right now? a lot of things."
"Like?"
"Sleep."
"You're not getting that."
He groans, letting his hands fall over his face, "Why?"
You shift slightly on him, the slight friction sending heat pooling lower in his abdomen, "Because... I came here for you, I'm not leaving so quickly."
He's not sure whether to laugh or cry, on one hand his week has been terrible, he just wants a moment of peace. On the other... why do your words make his face so warm? He's never been easily flustered, so why does you saying you came here for him make him feel almost...
He pushes the thought away, of course you're here 'for him', he's a meal to you, a living buffet that bends to your every will at a bat of your lashes, a fool who lets you play with him- oh fuck your lips are way lower than he thought they'd be-
He doesn't look down, doesn't need to, the way your tongue slides over the ridges of his tensed abs tell him exactly what he needs to know. He takes a deep, slightly shaky breath as his hands slide down his face, one instinctively finding itself tangled in your hair.
"Why must you torture me so..?"
"Mm," you hum in response, hands moving to unbuckle his belt before moving to pop open the button and unzip his pants, "you call this torture?"
"Knowing you it certainly can be."
You scoff, rolling your eyes before going back to the task at hand, shifting his waistband down and wrapping a hand around him, before quietly adding, "I can be nice..."
Before he can agree or disagree, he feels the wet, hot sensation of being taken into your mouth, and the feeling alone makes him brush off whatever comment he could've or would've or should've made, instead letting himself relax against his pillows. This wasn't so bad...
For a while he's left alone with his thoughts and the feeling of your mouth moving over him, a quiet calmness enveloping the room, save for the occasional instances where your movements would momentarily drag him out of his head, whether that be when you took him fully and he'd feel the way your throat constricted around him, or the swipe of your tongue against a particularly sensitive spot.
A sense of dread washes over him as you pull off, his hand had just tightened it's grip in your hair as he was just almost there-
"Ah, ah ah~ I'm not quite done with you yet."
"Fuckkk-"
You don't let him sulk for long, your shorts, shirt and panties being stripped off instantaneously as you found yourself right back on him.
His adam's apple bobs visibly in his throat, eyes shifting between your face and where the two of you connect, watching as you drag yourself up his dick and back down, setting that torturous pace that feels almost dizzying but that he knows is just about not enough to actually finish him off.
"I knew you'd torture me."
"Should've kicked me out then." You shrug, but take his comment as a cue to speed up your movements.
"Yeah, probably, but then I would've been left alone with my thoughts, and that might be worse."
His words come out a bit breathy, almost resigned in nature.
"You poor thing," you purr, leaning in, lips brushing the edge of his jaw as you speak in a... mocking? pitying? tone, "Are all these difficult people bothering you? If you ask nicely I could help you with that..."
"I... appreciate the concern, but that won't be necessary-"
"Well, if you change your mind let me know."
It does feel a bit nice knowing you at least somewhat care about how he feels, but he doesn't really want to get into that right now. Right now he'd prefer to focus elsewhere.
It doesn't take long for you to feel him twitch inside you, and the way he lets his head fall back with a groan lets you know he's there. He's never really been very loud in bed, which you've always found to be quite a shame, but you suppose the view makes up for it. There's something about the way he tilts his head back, hair slightly messy against the sheets as his brows knit together, eyes remaining closed and mouth ever so slightly agape as he breathes. His chest rising and falling as he rides out his orgasm, and something in you snaps.
You muffle a moan, but it's hard to cover up the way you tighten around him, and despite his own dazed state, the man beneath you very much notices, his eyes wide as he stares up at you with mild shock and slight confusion.
"Did you just..?"
"Y-yeah- huh... interesting..."
You trail, catching your breath as you hold yourself up with your hands. Your eyes move to meet his, and the grin you're graced with can only be described as holding the smugness of generational pride.
"Mhm, very interesting. I made you cum without doing anything~" he hums, the grin not leaving his face, "I don't think I've been able to get you off before, what did it this time?"
You hum in return, considering for a moment.
"You face looked hot when you came, I'm pretty sure that's it."
He raises a brow slightly, looking at you skeptically.
"What'd I look like..?"
"Pathetic as fuck."
"Mm."
He lets out a sigh, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling. Your response was to be expected, what else could a devil be getting off to other than human pitifulness.
You take the opportunity to lean onto him, folding your arms over his chest and resting your chin against them, looking down at him.
"Well at least now you know I actually do mean it when I say I find you pretty."
"I thought you said I looked pitiful?"
"Pathetic."
"Big difference-"
He shoots back, but the effect is ruined slightly by his huffed out laugh that came with it.
"God you're a dick."
You let out a soft scoff, smiling down at him with a raised brow, hand moving to grip his face.
"You're surprised, human? I thought-"
Your words are interrupted when he switches positions, flipping you onto your back and wrapping his arm around you to hold you in place as he traps you below him,
"Enough, I'm tired, so I'd be rather thankful if you could respectfully be quiet."
masterlist, request rules
AYEEE finally got an AO3 account!!
It can he accessed here; errorcode_33
I will gradually work on uploading all my works from here onto there, so if you prefer their interface then expect all future works to be there too!! (eventually)
Poll once more lol
Ok so I'm lowkey kinda all over the place atm which is why I haven't been posting much, forgive me, but I got a glimpse of my drafts and... eesh.
So anyway, hypothetically (results may not be indicative of the order I will work on them in), but-
which would you prefer (first)?
Part 2 of 'Unbefitting of an heir' (Naoya fic)
Part 2 of 'The apothecary and the advisor' (this time MaoMao x reader x Jinshi)
Yoshida (CSM) x devil!reader
I will also try complete any pending requests, I have not forgotten I promise!!
does anyone know what that one dottore x reader fanfic on Wattpad where y/n was an assassin sent to kill him ik this is vague but I cannot find it for the life of me😢
Literally everything I've been reading recently lmaoooo, and when it is the other way it's always male reader😭
Justice for dom fem reader!!
I like how everyone just collectively decided that Lohen is a masochist.
Hello hello! I loveed your Jinshi x reader fic and as much as I'd love Jinshi content I reallllyyy want some Mao Mao smut! :3 preferably fxf but if you're not comfortable no pressure! Take your time and I hope you have a lovely day/night! :)
I'm glad you liked it!! This was very fun to write, here you go:)
The Apothecary and the Advisor.
MaoMao x reader
NSFW fem!reader // maomao
warnings; fxf, porn with (some) plot, no explicit dom/sub dynamics, fingering, oral (reader receiving, Jinshi mentions (he's kinda into both reader and MaoMao), I think that's it.
Note; first time writing with two women! I hope I did ok. Anywayyy tysm for requesting, if you feel like it, please let me know how you found it!!
Also it's been a while since I've watched apothecary diaries, so if there's anything ooc, that's why. Also ignore the title, I was out of ideas:/
Enjoy~
It wasn’t that your presence surprised her, it was just that it came out of nowhere.
For the whole time that she’s been working with Jinshi, she’s been told the same narrative, ‘Jinshi does not have female servants (besides Suiren), for… obvious reasons’, and until her arrival that’s how it was.
Except that’s not how it was, not really at least.
Apparently, there was also another woman who was allowed around him, and she happened to have returned from overseas just recently. Though, you were less a servant as much as you were some sort of advisor. She wasn’t too certain, but what she was certain about was that Jinshi definitely had a thing for you.
Jackpot.
She could finally be free from his constant pursuits, he’d leave her alone! Her daydreaming didn’t last long though, it took about a minute of watching the two of you interact for her to realise that it was very much one sided. Seems he really is into the ones that don’t want him, huh…
Well, at the very least, now his affections were split between two people rather than just dumped on her, so a win is a win.
Over the few months since she first met you, you’ve been in and out of the palace for work pretty often, seemingly your job had you outside of the court more than within it. Due to this, the first few months that you were not abroad she hardly interacted with you.
It wasn’t until, after one of your trips outside you had approached her.
“Hey… miss MaoMao? Jinshi mentioned you had an interest in strange and unusual plants and such… I thought you might like these. I’m not sure what they are, but you’re free to have them if you wish.”
Oh.
Oh. Oh, Oh-
Foreign roots? Foreign unknown roots- She had hastily thanked you, and ran off with barely contained excitement to investigate. It had taken her almost four days to figure out what they were, four days spent buzzing with excitement as she read through books and experimented in an attempt to identify the plant and what it was used for. She was overjoyed.
By the time she had figured it out, you were back out of town, but she remembered that.
Since then, you’ve brought her a few more random items of interest. Herbs, spices, roots- whatever strange things you could find from vendors outside the palace, you’d bring back. MaoMao’s even found herself keeping track of when you were due to return, so she could plan breaks from work around it to experiment~
Unfortunately, this time that wasn’t going to work.
Another court-wide festival was coming up, and between lady Gyokuyou and lady Lihua’s requests for her assistance, Jinshi, and her own tasks, it had worked out that even though you had returned almost a week ago she’s hardly had time for anything besides work.
At least she’s been seeing you around more, though she’s not sure why that matters to her.
It’s not like she interacts with you much, the only interaction you’ve had was the night before the festival when you’d brought her the robe she was supposed to wear, and now, when you were helping her apply makeup, which you’d insisted on despite her assuring you she could manage just fine.
“Hm… yes, this colour compliments your complexion quite well, let’s go with this one.”
Your words are almost absentminded, as you brush the pigment onto her face. The focus in your expression is almost intimidating, so she finds herself shifting her gaze downwards, only to be met with your slightly more exposed than usual cleavage, prompting her to close her eyes altogether after a few moments of observation.
“Is this not too much..? I wouldn’t want to cause issues with the consorts…”
“Hardly, as long as we are not wearing their colours, there will not be issues. I assure you.”
Your confident tone eases her trepidations, maybe a bit more than it should, she’s not really used to placing such trust in others. Nevertheless, she sighs, dropping the topic. She supposes you’re wearing about as much as she is anyway.
“The robes are fancier than usual.” She mumbles, not really expecting a reply.
“They’re nice, aren’t they?” you hum, dipping the brush back into the pigment, “I picked out a colour I thought would match you, since I wasn’t sure which you’d prefer.”
You picked the outfits? Maybe your position is a bit higher than she’d originally thought… though it would make sense since you’re constantly being sent out of the palace. She simply hums in agreement.
“The colour’s nice.”
“It’s my favourite~”
She’s not sure why that makes her feel a bit bashful, so she just brushes it off. The rest of the preparation for the festival goes smoothly, as expected. You bid her farewell and she takes her place as a fill-in for a poison tester who could not make it.
The royal meal goes as planned, without any issues, and she is soon dismissed to celebrate with the lower court. Jinshi is nowhere to be found, so she finds herself with you and a few other court ladies, which further supports her suspicions that you’re probably not just Jinshi’s servant.
She also suspects that were it not for you, she would not be allowed at this table, but that’s irrelevant.
The food is soon set out, and everyone begins to eat their portions. For some reason, MaoMao feels a strange urge to test your food. She justifies it as the least she can do for all the interesting specimens you have brought her.
“Oh yeah… you’re a poison tester, I almost forgot.” you hum, shooting her a smile as you lean against your hand, sliding your dish towards her, “Sure, go for it. I doubt anyone would want to poison me though.”
She quickly tries your food, coming to the conclusion that it is, indeed, fine for consumption.
“No poison, you’re safe.”
The rest of the meal is nothing interesting, the two of you make idle conversation for a while, before a few of the other ladies request your attention and MaoMao slips away, choosing to take a stroll through the night instead.
It’s not until almost midnight that she returns to her allocated building, getting momentarily distracted by the sight of the moon from the walkway.
“Oh- MaoMao! I was wondering where you were, you disappeared before we managed to properly converse.”
Your voice shifts her out of her trance, and she turns to face you. Her silence is not born from disinterest, it’s just- the way the moonlight illuminates you, and your robe accentuates your figure… you certainly look nothing short of beautiful. Were you a courtesan, she thinks, you’d definitely be an expensive one.
“My apologies, I just didn’t mean to impede.”
“No need-! I understand I was preoccupied.” You stop and lean against the railing beside her, “Do you have time now? We could catch up over tea if you’d like.”
For some reason, she finds herself unable to decline. And so, she finds herself in your quarters, choosing between various exotic teas that you’ve picked up on your travels. Once settling on one, you quickly brew and pour it, sitting gracefully beside her.
Yup, you’d certainly make one fine courtesan.
“So MaoMao, is there anything I should keep an eye out for on my travels?”
“Oh, no no, there’s no need for that.” She assures, “I can’t possibly make such requests of you, my lady.”
You smile, sipping the tea and shooting her a side glance.
“So there is something you’d want then?”
She pauses, thinking it over. Would it be more impolite to deny your offer… or take you up on it..? Surely as long as her request came as a suggestion, rather than a demand, it would be alright to answer? After a few moments, she settles on neither.
“If you really wish to bring me something… come find me before your next departure, I’ll… drop a few suggestions, I suppose.”
“Alright~”
Your agreement sends a strange warmth through her chest, which she suppresses by taking a sip of the tea.
“How have your travels been?”
You hum, leaning back against your hands, your position casual, however the brush of your shoulder against hers as you move back makes her slightly more aware of how close you chose to sit.
“Oh, y’know… they’ve been, fine, I suppose. A lot less exciting now that I’m back here though. When I was abroad, I was the highest ranking official so everyone was at my beck and call. Now that I’m back… it’s not as interesting.”
“I see… Do you intend to go back abroad?”
“No no, I’m expecting to be travelling less if anything. I’ll still be sent out every now and then, but probably less often, so you’ll be seeing more of me around here.”
You’re so casual about it all, had she not known better she’d assume you and her had the same position. It’s a little off-putting, but she’s kind of relieved that you’ll be around more. She finishes her tea, but makes no move to get up, instead her eyes are drawn to the way you sit beside her, and before she can stop herself, the words slip out.
“That colour really suits you.”
Your brows raise slightly as you look back at her, eyes briefly flicking over her face before responding.
“Thank you…” You trail, pausing for a moment before adding, “You’re very pretty MaoMao.”
“That’s just because I’m slathered in makeup, I’ll take the compliment though.”
Her words are said to deflect your words, she’s not quite sure how to go about receiving a compliment like that from someone like you… so she simply chooses to brush it off.
“Without it too, I can see why Jinshi’s after your affections~”
“Oh please, you must’ve noticed, if anything it’s you master Jinshi’s after.”
You let out a soft snort, finishing your tea.
“That’s just old feelings being unearthed by my return, it’ll pass.”
“I certainly hope not… if he gives up on you he’ll be after me again…”
She speaks her words quietly, somewhat annoyed at the thought, looking back at you when you start laughing.
“Not into master Jinshi? Can’t say I haven’t had my suspicions…” You hum, “What kind of men are you into then?”
She pauses, and her eyes briefly shoot down to your chest, which she’s been trying not to observe too intensely since you put on the robe this morning, but that’s enough to have you shooting her a look.
“Oh? MaoMao~ am I more your type then?”
“Than Jinshi? Yes.”
She hopes her words can be interpreted as a joke, but when you lean in and grin she realises they might not have to be.
“I’m flattered… and a bit intrigued.”
You trail, looking off to the side innocently, but you’re way too close. Your hand rests against the table, and your face is barely an inch from hers. It’s practically impossible for someone in her position not to look down at your lips when they’re just so close.
And before she knows it, they’re pressed to hers.
It starts slow, a simple press of your lips to hers, but when you feel her tongue slide against the seam of your lips you can’t help but melt into it slightly, bringing your arms to wrap loosely around her neck as your tongues slide against one another. Tangling together as your lips move against hers, leaning in closer as her hands find your waist.
The two of you get a bit carried away, and she ends up on the floor with you holding yourself up over her. You’re braced upon your hands, looking down at her as you catch your breaths. Silence stretches, interrupted only by the soft sound of breathing, as MaoMao tries to quickly sift through every book she’s ever read trying to think up what she’s meant to do with a woman.
Fingers and mouth are probably her best bet at the moment.
Before she can get a word out, your lips are back on hers, this time it’s your tongue slipping into her mouth, and she can’t help but let out a soft hum, her own tongue quickly matching yours.
This time, when you pull away, your lips find her neck and your hands begin to part the top layer of her robe.
“My lady, should we really be doing this here?”
Her words are not meant to stop you, but more so simply to make sure that neither of you would have any future problems. She supposes this could be excused as an apothecary visit though, if the cards were played correctly.
“Yeah, it should be fine, I doubt anyone will be back until early morning anyway.”
That’s enough reassurance for her to bring her hands up to help you with her robe, prompting you to lean back and start undoing your own. Her hands work absentmindedly as her eyes follow your movements, staring in anticipation as your chest comes into view.
Once your robe is undone, hanging loosely from your shoulders, you bring your hands to gently hold hers, prompting her to sit up before letting them wrap around her waist, lips quickly finding hers again.
While your lips move against hers, your arms pull her into your lap, in a way that results in her back against the edge of the table. The shift of attention to her makes her both slightly nervous, and yet also sends heat through her body. She pulls away from the kiss, leaning her elbows against the table, as her eyes focus on you. The look on your face suggests you know exactly what you’re doing.
“I heard you’ve taught the consorts a few things… anything in your books about women with women?”
“No… nothing that I’ve seen so far.”
“Thought so~ well, figuring things out in person is always more fun anyway.”
You smile, leaning back in as one of your hands moves onto the table, while the other slides down between her parted robe. The hitch in her breath as your fingers slide lower is swallowed by your mouth on hers, and her eyes close as she feels you touch her directly.
She’s wet, you can feel it in the way your middle finger easily slips in, causing her hips to twitch slightly as you feel inside her. Your lips continue to move against hers as your thumb begins to rub softly at her clit, which she responds to by letting out a small sound.
You slip a second finger in, beginning to move them in and out, thumb continuing to rub circles against her. You don’t stop her when she pulls away to breathe, lips moving to press against her jaw as your fingers work inside her.
It doesn’t really take long until her breathing becomes heavier and she tightens around you, letting out a stifled moan as she finishes on your fingers. Her breathing remains ragged for a while, her head tips back as she lets the feeling subside, your fingers slowing their pace. It’s not the first time she’s experienced this high, but it is the first time it’s been done by another person.
Once she comes down, her eyes meet yours once more, and for (surprisingly) the first time tonight her hand moves to hold your chest. She cups it, thumb rolling over your nipple as she shamelessly ogles your boobs.
“Not… necessarily a tactic targeted towards women, but I know a few things that can work regardless of who it’s done by.”
So that’s how you’ve found yourself seated on the table, leaning back against your hands as hers hold your thighs open, face shoved between them as her tongue runs over you, swiping up vertically before stopping to stimulate your clit.
The heat spread within you flares every time she makes a sound into you, honestly you weren’t expecting her to get so into it-
A groan escapes your throat every now and then, every time her tongue does a particularly pleasant motion you feel yourself tensing up, fluttering at the sensation as you feel yourself get closer to the edge.
You bite your lip to suppress a noise, who knows if anyone’s returned yet. But the notion grows more and more difficult as you get closer and closer, until you feel that tension break and your thighs close around her, hands gripping the edge of the table as your breathing grows heavier. She takes you through it, slowing down only when she feels your thighs loosen up, and your noises subside.
“Fuckk…”
Your groan has her almost smirking up at you as she pulls away, clothing herself and getting herself together. You’re not sure what the intention was originally, but it doesn’t take much to convince her to stay the night.
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UPDATE?
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Might be writing a part two at the moment 🌝
Unbefitting of an Heir.
Naoya x reader
NSFW older!fem!childhoodfriend!reader // naoya
warnings; age gap (four years, reader is older but both are adults when things happen), reader is low-key kinda chaotic and takes absolutely none of his bullshit, Naoya's a simp lol and kinda competitive (he has shit to prove fr fr), childhood friends?, Naoya's misogyny, reader is drunk so slightly dubcon?, guided oral (reader receiving), slightly subby-leaning Naoya, a bit ooc? jealous Naoya, pwp, Naoya is down bad, 69, Naoya is going through it, reader is kinda mean at times, Naoya says some wild shit, a little over 5k words, might be more idk.
Note; I went into heat writing this icl.
(To anyone who requested, I will try to get through them, but I am very busy at the moment so please bear with me)
Enjoy~
He'd known you since he was a child.
Seeing as your clan was a 'strong ally' of the Zenin clan, though he himself would not consider them such, you'd often be invited to attend his clan's gatherings alongside your parents. This, along with the lack of other children his age, lead to the two of you often being dumped together at these events, despite the fact that you were a bit older.
At some point, it almost became an unspoken rule that whenever such gatherings took place the two of you would stick together. Somehow, some way, either you found yourself around him, or he found himself around you.
(Not that he would ever attribute that to anything other than a series of unfortunate circumstances, of course.)
Oh how he hated this arrangement.
Not only were the gatherings themselves absolutely miserable, with the way he'd have to be all dressed up in so many layers, ties and other annoying fiddly bits and forced to behave in front of visitors, but also you were the absolute worst.
For one, you were a woman, which naturally put him above you in terms of just about everything, regardless of who was older. You, however, didn't seem to understand that. Or perhaps you just didn't care, which was hardly better!
Oh how your somewhat carefree and almost flippant attitude made his blood boil, how dare you look down on him in such a way. How dare you sit so casually beside him, talking to one of his more distant half cousins in such a light tone. Such an informal manner of speaking was far from befitting of a woman in the presence of a man, but what would make it so much worse was the way you'd laugh when he'd try to inform you of your wrongdoings.
Such a condescending, humiliating sound, often followed by a remark about him supposedly being 'cute' and a ruffle of his hair which would send him seething and blushing from embarrassment in equal measure, before you'd turn back to whatever nobody it was you were talking to prior, as if it was nothing.
As if he was nothing.
How he hated those moments. For some reason, he felt entirely helpless when it came to you. Tongue tied, humbled and ashamed, emotions he would otherwise not even know the feeling of, he'd simply have to sulk in silence, while you, a mere woman, would continue to hold your head high as if that was the natural order of things.
As if you were never taught the proper way to behave.
This, amongst other things, shaped his less than pleasant view of your clan. If a woman at the age of thirteen felt so comfortable voicing her opinions and so easygoing in the presence of men, then something must've gone wrong in the way she was raised, and since the responsibility to shape proper women fell on the men in charge, then that must've meant that the men in your clan were weak, and hence so was the clan itself. Afterall, a clan is only as strong as the men who run it.
In his eyes, you were a weak woman. Or, you should've been, but for him to view you as such would mean admitting weakness himself, and that would be something akin to his death as a man, so he found himself in a constant state of frustration and confusion around you.
He wanted to be better than you, he knew he was, but it just didn't feel like it. No matter what he said or did, something as effortless as a look or a smile from you would swiftly take the words from out of his mouth, and render his efforts worthless. You were truly a detestable woman.
At times, when your behaviour was particularly unbefitting of a woman of your stature, or when you'd simply feel more bold than usual, challenging people with passive aggressive remarks, practically daring them to put you in your place, he'd find himself regarding you as he would a man, if even only briefly. Your brash and biting nature would resemble something that he could only describe as snake-like, toxic, and slippery enough to slip away unnoticed. It was at these times, that his frustrations with you would momentarily be overridden by a strange sense of admiration, before once again being replaced by a mild distaste towards your audacity alongside a small pang of shame at even daring to think such a thing in the first place.
Confusion followed him whenever you were around, and lingered for a while after you left.
He hated you, yet he wished to spend his miserable family gatherings with no one else, for reasons he himself could not grasp. Your attitude was disgraceful, yet the way you'd treat him so no-nonsense yet cordial, despite the things he'd yap at you, drew him in against his wishes.
He hated you.
So much.
So when you gradually started showing up less and less, he breathed a sigh of relief. You were no more than a nuisance, a failure of a woman who brought shame to your clan in his eyes. Someone not worth a second glance.
The last few times he saw you was around the time he was fifteen. By then, you were already nineteen, and hence were welcomed to partake in conversation with the adults. Those last few gatherings, you hardly conversed besides greetings and farewells, and Naoya only really saw you from afar in passing.
For some reason, these gatherings became far more dull after that.
He knew not why you stopped appearing, and dared not to dwell on the thought. He didn't care. Whether you were present or not did not matter to him.
It wasn't until his eighteenth, three years since he'd last seen or heard of you, that he stumbled upon you once more. He faltered, not even a moment prior he was just trying to escape the onslaught of people congratulating him after it became excessive, and now he was faced with a ghost from the past. A haunting memory that left a strange tang of sweet distaste on his tongue. You have certainly changed over the years, but even so, it was most definitely, and undeniably you.
Stumbling ever so slightly down the hall, visibly intoxicated, sleeve slightly askew and dipping off one shoulder, the sight alone making his eyebrows furrow slightly as heat flushes into his face. Never has the sight of a woman ever left him so off balance before, and the idea that it ever could would've seemed laughable before this moment.
Perhaps the time apart has allowed him the courtesy of forgetting just what effect you've always had on him, or maybe, it's simply amplified it.
He is not granted the time to ponder, as you too, seem to have recognised him.
"Hm? Naoya?"
Your words are less a question than they are a statement veiled in a questioning tone, your eyes widening slightly as you approach him, lips turning upwards at the corners into the smile he's always loathed.
"What are you- woman stop that-!"
The pitch of his voice raises slightly as he's caught off guard by your hands squishing his cheeks in a similar way you would to a child you found endearingly cute.
"You've gotten so tall-! I remember when you were barely up to my shoulder-" you say, his protest having fallen onto deaf ears. "my- did you dye your hair? oh and new piercings, nice, and is that eyeliner?-"
"Oh my god- get off me-"
If he wasn't blushing before, he was now, hands flying up to take yours away from his face, which you were surprisingly compliant towards, lowering them without a fight. His mouth opens to say something about your audacity, but before he can you continue to bombard him with your drunken rambles.
"Sorry sorry- my lord you're red Naoya, are you alright? Oh my, how long it's been. How's life been treating you? You're so grumpy, lighten up"
The teasing lilt in your voice does not go unnoticed by him, and he is left momentarily flabbergasted by your complete inability to tie together why he was acting the way he was, before breaking out of it and somewhat angrily, somewhat flusteredly exclaiming-
"Just what do you think you're doing? you- I- you can't just do what you want like that!" he knows his face is red, he can feel it, and that fact alone multiplies his agitation tenfold. "why are you even here?? you've been gone for so long- and now you just show up here all- all familiar and shit-"
"Hm? oh..." you trail, absentmindedly tilting your head as you casually lean against the wall. "I did that, didn't I... sorry~ I kinda stopped getting invited to these gatherings after my failed engagement, pissed a bunch of people off, y'know how it is..."
Failed engagement??
The way you so casually drop this on him does not help ease his surprise in the slightest. How come he was not informed of this?? Sure, your parents probably tried to keep something so utterly shameful and embarrassing on the low, but word would've gone out somehow when you stopped appearing at events, right?
Or did nobody even notice your absence..?
"Failed engagement?" his words are spoken in a condescending manner, arms crossing as he looks down on you both figuratively and literally. "Of course, who would want to be tied down to a miserable excuse for a woman such as yourself, I'm honestly surprised there was a man who considered you in the first place."
"Naoya~ so mean... and so silly too." you hum, waving him off as if his words were nothing. "I broke it off."
His eye almost twitches at the mocking lilt in your voice, but his annoyance is short lived when he registers your words.
"What? So you're even more worthless than I expected, can't even do the one thing you're meant to be good for-"
His nonsense is cut off by your burst of laughter.
"Pfft- ah, I suppose I did forget how you Zenin's were... you always did have such low views on women, didn't you?"
"Tch. Shut up. Perhaps if you knew your place as a woman, the way Zenin women do, you wouldn't be unmarried still, after all, you've only got so long of your prime left, who'll want you after that?"
"Yeah?" your casual challenge grates against his nerves, the same way it always has. You were not taking his concern seriously. "And where would a man like that get me? Why would I want a husband who will lust after sixteen year olds once I reach the old age of twenty-five?"
The slight smirk that graces your face is unbefitting to the accusatory tone of your voice, and for a moment he cannot tell which one is fake, but the calm challenge in your eyes reveals enough for him to have no doubt about your un-seriousness towards this situation.
"It would get you where you belong. In a home, as a good wife and mother, serving your husband the way you should, three steps behind him. That is your purpose, you'd do well to stop thinking yourself as capable as a man." he shoots you a glare, eyes narrowing slightly. "You're just a woman, don't forget that."
"Oh you've hardly changed-! I suppose it was pretty silly of me to think that my teasing would prevent the Zenin ways from rubbing off on you, ah well, I can't find it in me to be mad at you~"
Before he can say anything else, your arm moves to wrap around his shoulder as you lean in slightly with a grin that sends heat rushing back into his cheeks.
"Get off me you drunk fool-"
"Ugh- nooooo" you drag out, wrapping your arms around him. "shoulda hugged you more when we were younger, now you're all grown up and stupid! I won't be able to see small cute you anymoreeee"
Your words catch him off guard, and a part of him feels offended at your conclusion of him. His face flushed deeper in embarrassment and something he does not wish to name at your proximity.
"Fucking hell woman get off me-!"
Begrudgingly, you let go, pulling away with a slightly exasperated expression as if it was him who personally offended you.
"Can't believe that only a few years ago you would've let me do this no problem..."
"Quit it! I'm not twelve anymore!!"
His words come out as an embarrassed hiss, hardly as intimidating as he would've hoped, and you simply hum in response.
"Ah, I suppose you're not, huh... honestly kinda hard to wrap my head around."
"Yeah, well, you better."
He crosses his arms, shoulders raised slightly as he avoids your gaze. For some reason, he feels oddly offended at the idea that you'd still view him as a child after all these years, it's not like you were even that much older to begin with, so the idea that you were looking down on him was a slight blow to his ego.
"You've grown up too..."
His words are mumbled, slipping out before he could catch himself.
"I've been grown up for a while now, Naoya~"
"Yeah, well, you've filled out more than I remember."
The silence that follows after is slightly awkward, and despite sticking to his words, he kinda regrets saying them out loud. He's honestly not sure why he did, it wasn't really an insult and he certainly wasn't trying to complement you, and voicing observations wasn't really his thing. He doesn't really get much time to regret his words though, because you burst back into laughter.
"Ah so you've been looking where you're not supposed to? Naoya you naughty boy, are you even old enough for that?"
And there it is again, that mocking condescension that makes him want to strangle you.
"I am old enough to do whatever I goddamn please you insufferable bitch! You're hardly much older than I am, so stop looking down on me, you've always done this, and it's always driven me insane-"
"I thought you said I'm almost out of my prime? By your standards that makes me practically an old woman compared to you~"
"Yeah, out of your prime for marriage-!"
"But not for anything else?"
He huffs, turning away, unable to really argue with you. You seemingly take this opportunity to lean in slightly, lowering your voice.
"You know, four years is significant enough for some people to think I'm taking advantage of you…"
"Please, if anything it'd be me taking advantage of you. Like hell I'd ever give a woman the upper hand."
You roll your eyes half-heartedly, arms moving to cross across your chest, accentuating it slightly.
"You say that as if you have intentions."
"..."
"..."
"..."
The silence drags out slightly, and he continues to avoid your gaze, bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout.
"Ah right... I almost forgot you had a fat crush on me when we were younger."
"Shut the fuck up, I did not. You just had a nice pair of tits and were the only chic I knew who wasn't related to me."
You give him an unimpressed look.
"You really shouldn't want that."
"Don't tell me what I can and can't want."
You hum, pursing your lips slightly, remaining silent as he glared at you.
"What? Don't tell me you've never thought about it."
"With you? or in general, coz I don't really need to imagine it."
His jaw clenches slightly, and the expression that crosses his face can only be described as pure jealousy.
"When? and with who-"
"I am not fucking answering that."
"Well, just so you know I'm not a virgin either."
"Good shit I guess?"
He looks at you with a look of both betrayal and rage. Rage at the fact that you're once again mocking him and betrayal at the fact that you definitely do not care as much about his endeavours as he does yours.
"I could do better."
You raise a brow at that, and a part of him dies inside. You don’t believe him.
“I can.”
“Mhm.”
“Fuck you.”
An insult is really all he can say to you, face coloured an almost vibrant red as he sinks into himself slightly, shoulders rising at the way his arms tighten in front of him slightly.
The silence drags on for a moment longer, before you let out a sigh, hand moving to the side of your head in resignation.
“I’m way too drunk for this… fine. If that’s what you want.”
“H-huh?? What are you- seriously??”
“Mhm, unless you were bluffing. Consider it a birthday present.”
“Shitty fucking birthday present-“
“You don’t want to?”
“No I do.”
“Then shut up and get to it, before I change my mind.”
He huffs, but grabs your wrist anyway and impatiently drags you down the hall, presumably to his room.
Once the two of you walk through the door, he slides it shut with a loud bang, the action performed in an almost angry manner. He’s not sure why he’s entertaining this in the first place, why he even wants this, but he does and he can’t really deny it. Something in the way you challenge and mock him sends his blood rushing south in ways he’s never experienced from other women, and the casual way you move to patiently sit on the edge of his bed completely and utterly unbothered makes the feeling so, so much worse.
“What are you grinning like that for? Is this funny to you?”
You shrug, lazily crossing one leg over the other as you lean back against your arms.
“You're kinda desperate"
That's it, that's the last straw, before you know it he's on top of you, hands pinning your wrists to the bed as his eyes bore into yours, anger, resentment, and even a bit of hurt swirling within them, but you're unfazed. Face as relaxed as it always is, a sort of calmness resting upon it that seems entirely out of place in a moment like this.
"Desperate?" he hisses, "I'll fucking show you desperate when I fuck you so hard you can't even remember your own name, let alone walk tomorrow."
"Be my guest~"
His scoff permeates disbelief, and his hands almost instantly let go of your wrists in favour of undoing the ties of your robe, allowing you to shift upwards slightly and lean against your elbows. He remains uncharacteristically quiet as the panels of your clothes separate and fall apart to reveal your lacy undergarments.
"You're such a slut, it's almost as if you were planning on getting railed tonight, was that your plan all along? Getting drunk and fucked by a man from a prestigious clan? I bet you were banking on getting knocked up to get into the family-"
"Ugh, spare me this nonsense please"
You roll your eyes, bare foot coming up to press the ball against his chest, gently pushing him away to give yourself space to get onto the bed properly, leaving him momentarily confused before following your movements, finding space between your open thighs.
"Tch."
He wastes little time in beginning to undo the ties on his own clothes, however your removal of the bra halts his movements and his eyes lock onto your now exposed chest.
"I fucking knew your rack was nice-"
"Mhm, c'mere."
Your hands move to draw him in softly, and it doesn't take much for him to take initiative and press your boobs together with his hands and plant his face into them.
He mumbles something and you hum, not really having heard it and not really caring to ask, instead moving one of your hands to run through his hair, allowing him to have his fun.
The peace is short-lived however, as Naoya, seemingly realising that his action could be perceived as a show of weakness, pulls away.
"Turn around."
"Nah, I'm quite fine like this." you brush off his command, "my arms always hurt when I take it from the back."
"Do I look like I give a shit that your arms hurt? Turn around and plant your face in that pillow before I do it myself."
"Shut up."
He groans, you are absolutely impossible. How was he meant to work with this? You were terribly uncooperative.
"Fine then! Be like that, I don't care anyway."
He hates how sulky he sounds in the moment, and how unbothered you are, but he moves on, finishing undoing his clothes and shedding them aside, leaving him in just his boxers.
Once that's done, his hands reach for your panties, slipping them off of you leaving you entirely bare. He leans closer to you, bracing himself onto one hand as the other moves between your legs, slipping two fingers into you.
"Fuck, your tight. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were still a virgin. Are you?"
"No."
His expression sours again, almost as if he was expecting a different reply despite having already been told otherwise. His fingers move in and out of you with a slight sloppyness that signals to you that he hasn't done this very often, which he hasn't. Naoya's never really been one for caring about the wellbeing of the women he sleeps with, and foreplay's always been an unnecessary waste of time in his eyes.
His effort to 'ease you into it' doesn't last very long, which you expected.
After shedding his boxers and tossing them aside, he strokes himself a few times before moving to line himself up with you.
"Get a condom."
"No it's fine I'll pull out-"
"Naoya, put a condom on or you're not hitting it."
He groans loudly, in an exasperated way that let's you know exactly how miserable your demands are making him, but nevertheless, he complies, reaching over into his drawer and doing as he's told, before pushing himself right into you with a pleased sigh.
"Fuckkk"
As much as he hated to admit, but loved to experience, you felt really good. Certainly a lot better than the other good-for-nothing whores he's been inside of before.
"You don't even know how long I've wanted to do this..."
He's not sure why he's telling you this, perhaps he really is just that weak, but a part of him doesn't even regret it. He can't see your face from where his forehead rests against your shoulder, but he can imagine the kind of look you have on your face right now, and to say that it doesn't make his dick throb inside you would be a complete and utter lie.
He doesn't give you time to respond, dragging his hips back before pushing himself back into you, setting a somewhat fast pace for fucking you. To him, it feels great, you're gripping him so tight it sends a shiver down his spine. It's almost as if this is how it was meant to be.
For you... it's pretty average. It's really not too different from your regular friday night fuck with some random you meet at a bar. His dick is nice, but his technique is off. He's not hitting anything noteworthy so it honestly doesn't feel like much after you get used to the size, but he seems to be trying pretty hard to prove himself better than everyone else, so that alone makes you almost impossibly turned on even if the sex isn't great.
A for effort, as they say.
He slides his hands under your shoulders, gripping them and pushing you closer to him in an attempt to hit deeper. He's breathing heavily at this point, muscles tensing where your hands glide over his back.
"Fuck, you're probably so close aren't you"
That catches you off guard, and you have to do a double take as you raise a brow. Did he seriously think- why are you surprised, of course he did. This hasn't even been going on for five minutes and he's already expecting you're about to cum.
Probably because he is, and since he's so amazing why wouldn't you be as well.
"Naoya, have you ever even made a woman cum before?"
"Yeah- obviously I have, do I look like-" he lets out a slightly shaky breath, "-a fucking loser to you?"
"Mm, did you feel it?"
"Feel what? you women just get loud, nothing else changes-"
The way you burst into laughter makes him feel like he said something wrong, and he's not sure what, but the feeling of you tightening around him makes him grit his teeth to suppress a moan that threatens to spill out of his mouth.
"What are you fucking laughing at?"
"Oh, move" you say through small bursts of giggles, hand coming up to his shoulder to push him off and his brows furrow in confusion. What the actual fuck are you doing now?
"I'm about to teach you one very valuable lesson Naoya~"
His confusion is short lived, as before he can even make a remark about how you essentially just edged him, you toss a leg over him and plant yourself right onto his face.
He tries to mumble something at you in protest, but the way you push your hips back against his face does wonders at shutting him up, making his tongue dart out against you almost instinctively as his hands move to grip the front of your thighs with almost bruising intent.
"Now now Naoya~ it's not enough to just put your tongue on it, there's technique behind it." you hum from above him, leaning against one hand as the other moves to run a nail gently up the plane of his abs, watching as they tense under your finger. "find my clit with the tip of your tongue."
He has no idea what possesses him to comply, but he does. Tongue darting out with intent this time, eyes closing as his heart races in his chest. He's never been in such a position before, and never thought he would be. Why would he? You're supposed to serve him, not the other way around! So why was he so compliant under you?
"There you go~ Naoya, sweetheart, now try side-to-side your tongue against it, ok?"
He groans under you, his grip on your thighs tightening as he focuses on the motion. The way you're speaking to him sends a sharp pang of humiliation through him that he desperately tries to ignore.
"Mm... you're doing so good for me, use the flat part of your tongue to lick along the full- mhm~ and mix that in with the other motion~"
The way you hum contently above him sends a jolt of desire straight to his dick, which you hands are so close to- but like the cruel bitch that you are they never reach it.
"Now circle it with your tongue- ohh good boy Naoya, it's almost like you're a natural at this, who'd have guessed"
And there it is, the sound you've been waiting for. The whimper he lets out from under you is so pathetic, that were he not completely out of it in the moment he would've straight up shot himself.
The sound alone makes your thighs close around his head, twitching in a slight shakiness that signals to you that you're getting close. Who would've guessed that Naoya's head game would be better than he is at sex, all that talk about fucking you so hard you forget your name only for his true calling to be with his face between your thighs.
Oh the irony~
When he feels you grind against him, he finally loses it. Muffled whimper-moans overshadowed by the sound wetness on his tongue. Your breathing gets heavier, and in a spur of the moment act, your hand moves to slide the condom off his dick as you lean in to press your lips against it, earning you a shuddered gasp from the man below you, before he goes right back to eating you out.
You slip him into your mouth about halfway, tongue focusing on rubbing down the length of it as you revel in the sweet vibrations from his periodic moans that send your hand gripping his base tighter.
"Naoya, sweetness, get two of your fingers and gently- slide them in. I want you to know what it's supposed to feel like when you make a woman actually cum."
He doesn't hesitate and does as he's told, easing his fingers into you as his tongue continues to work against you. It doesn't take long for you to feel that familiar heat travel through you, and your legs begin to tremble against him as you moan into his dick, tightening around his fingers as you orgasm.
The feeling of you around his fingers, paired with your shameless moans that vibrate against him send his mind reeling, and with a final broken whimper you feel his cum fill your mouth, pulsing bursts that you swallow without complaint. He did, afterall, push past his moral inadequacies just to fulfil a request from you.
You pull your mouth off of him, and lift your hips off his face to look behind your shoulder. He's absolutely wrecked, chest heaving and eyes closed, brows knitted together in a permanent look of bliss and distaste mixed in one.
You move off of him, shifting to lay beside him on your side, hands moving up to gently hold his face as you lean in and press your lips to his, a motion that he gladly returns. His hand comes up to thread through your hair as he lets you slip your tongue into his mouth, ignoring the fact that he can kinda taste himself on it in favour of prolonging this surprising moment of softness.
After a few, long moments of this, you pull away and he lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, as you move to press your lips against his jaw, his hand moving from your hair to run down your back.
He's unsure of how long this goes on for, time becomes foggy for him when a woman shows him such displays of devotion right after absolutely ruining him moments prior, but at some point he feels you draw away from him, and your absence brings with it a permanent sense of coldness that he's sure will follow him for hours after.
He wants to protest, but he's not sure how, instead simply watching you with a sense of confusion as you get dressed and make your way off the bed. He's about to say something when you shift to kneel by the edge of the bed, hands moving back to cup his face.
"If you're going to fuck a woman, Naoya, make sure to please her properly, ok?"
He's dumbfounded, but the previous events, and partially the way you look at him in this moment, leaves him unable to do anything but slowly nod in response, mouth slightly agape as he dares not to break eye contact.
You smile in return, leaning in to press your lips softly to his forehead before standing up and slipping out of his room, leaving him to ponder this insane experience on his own.
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Update; the Naoya fic is now almost 4k words, and I'm not even halfway through the smut part😵💫
Here's a teaser for the cw (unfinished, may be subject to change);
age gap (four years, reader is older but both are adults when things happen), reader is low-key kinda chaotic and takes absolutely none of his bullshit, Naoya's kinda a simp lol and kinda competitive (he has shit to prove fr fr), childhood friends?, Naoya's misogyny, reader is drunk so slightly dubcon?, guided oral (reader receiving), slightly subby-leaning Naoya, a bit ooc? jealous Naoya, pwp, Naoya is down bad.
There will probably be more, but I haven't finished it yet so idk.
(PS, for anyone who has requested I am sorry that I have yet to write them, I will try my best to get through them!!)
fic out now!!
Actually me rn. Haven't even gotten to the smut part yet😭
(also ik I've been gone for a while, and I'm not entirely sureeee that I'm back lol)
ALSO HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE!!!
fic out now!!
Moreee Jinshi !!! PLEASEEEEE OMgggsgsgsg
I will get to it eventually, I promise!! I've just been very busy recently and haven't had any time:/
On the topic of Jinshi, HOLY SHIT THE FIC BLEW UP HELLO??
Thank you everyone, I'm glad ya'll enjoyed<3
More Jinshi?
Yes!!
Nah, go back to JJK
No, but do something other than JJK (let me know what!!)
Of Soap and Steam~
Jinshi x reader
NSFW fem!reader x jinshi
warnings; bath seggs tehe, dom-leaning reader, handjob, massage gone steamy, riding, creampie (wrap it before you tap it yall), semi-established relationship, the bath is kinda like what lady Lishu had (raised edges?), idk what else
Note; there is not nearly enough Jinshi content on this app.
Enjoy~
It has been a while since Jinshi has gotten any time to himself, the past week (if not more) has been so hectic that he's barely had a minute to even breathe. And it's only now, after the sun has long since set that he can finally let out a sigh of relief and relax for a while.
And so, he finds himself making his way over to the bathhouse attached to his residence. It doesn't take long for him to get settled, robes discarded as he allows himself to finally relax in the warmth of the water and revel in the silent solitude that he had been denied for the past weeks, letting out a small groan as he tilts his head back against the edge of the bath.
He's so exhausted, everything had seemed to come one after another, leaving little room for anything but work, and in all honesty, he felt almost numb after. Drained and numb, but at least the work was handled...
His thoughts are abruptly interrupted when the door swings open. He turns his head to be met with you, carrying a stack of towels.
"Oh- my bad, I'm not looking-" you swiftly apologise, covering your eyes with a hand "I'll be out in a second master Jinshi, I just forgot to fold the towels earlier and didn't want them out all night."
He lets out a small sigh, shifting slightly as he averts his eyes from you, more out of relief than embarrassment.
"It's fine, you don't have to go... it's not like there's anything you haven't seen before anyway..." he trails off, keeping his back facing you, but you can faintly make out a slight blush on his face as he says that.
You simply hum, walking over to the cabinet and putting away the towels "Well I suppose there's no harm done if I stick around for a while longer..." you reply, making your way over to sit on a stool behind him, placing your hands gently on his shoulders as he relaxes slightly under your touch. "Long week?" you ask softly.
"Very..." he simply sighs, almost melting when your hand slide over his shoulders, thumbs applying light pressure to seemingly the exactly correct places.
"I can imagine..." You speak, voice almost a low purr as you lean in, pressing your lips softly to the side of his face, causing him to shudder slightly, "but you've been handling it rather well..."
"If only... I feel like I've died and been dragged back from hell..." he replies almost bitterly, tilting his head back against you as he lets out a shuddered breath, "it's been nothing but work, then more work... then even more. I'm not sure how much more I can last if it keeps going like this..."
"I'm sure it'll settle down eventually... they'll run out of work eventually..."
Your remark makes him chuckle slightly as he turns his head back slightly to look at you, lips just barely turned upwards in a tired smile, "Maybe... I do hope you're right" his voice comes out soft, gentle as his eyes meet yours.
With another hum, you slide your hands away from his shoulders, moving them to gently hold his face as you lean in closer, "it'll all be well in the end, it always gets better at some point..." you whisper, closing the gap between your lips before he has time to reply.
The action causes him to let out a soft moan, closing his eyes as he revels in the way your lips gently meet with his and remain connected for a few moments. Once you pull away you're met with a slightly flustered looking Jinshi, though the way he lights up doesn't go unnoticed by you.
"Do you just always know what to do..?" he trails, eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips as you lean back, shrugging.
"Sometimes, no more often than you do."
He lets out a small huff, turning away from you as he leans against the bath, crossing his arms. If nothing else, then your brief moment of affection had seemingly at the very least breathed some life into him.
"Must you always be like this? I was trying to be... romantic, or something..."
His petulance is short lived however, as he lets out a shudder at the way you slide your hands over his shoulders and down his chest, leaning over him with a chuckle of your own.
"Were you? I'm sorry... seems your romanticism slipped past me..."
He lets out a shuddered sigh, closing his eyes at the way your hands rest against him, "Now you're just teasing..."
"Teasing? Me? Never~" you purr, letting your hands trail over him, smiling at the way his breath hitches and he swallows, addams apple bobbing as he tilts his head back even more, "really though, I'd say it's due time you relax a bit~"
"You're going to help me relax?" He raises a brow, grinning as he looks up at you.
"mhm~ unless you've got complaints about that..."
"No, no complaints here... do as you wish."
His quick response brings a smile to your face, giving you all the confirmation you need to let your hands slip lower down his torso. The way his head instantly shoots forward, eyes widening just a bit as his gaze stays fixed on the way your hands dip into the water forces you to suppress a giggle, and his new position allows you to lean closer to him, chest pressing against the back of his head in the process.
"You'll get your sleeves wet..." he manages to say quietly, suppressing the soft groan that threatens to spill from his lips as he feels a hand wrap around him.
"So? I hardly think the dryness of my sleeves is of any significance at the moment" you hum, one of your hands gently wrapped around him, moving in slow strokes as the other emerges from the water to rest over his knee, allowing you to lean onto it and reach your other hand more easily under the water, "the water's cold, how are you in there so comfortably?"
"My life is hell right now, I don't need to bathe in it too..." he replies half jokingly, chest rising and falling as his breathing becomes heavier, mind focused almost solely on the way your hand moves from base to tip, squeezing slightly when it reaches the head before it moves down once more.
You chuckle at the reply, drawing a moan from him when you flick your wrist, leaning down to press your lips softly to the top of his head, "good?"
"Very, you should join me."
"In the bath?"
"Mhm."
He keeps his replies short in an attempt to remain quiet, though some noises still spill from his lips every time your hand does something particularly bold.
"You can even warm the water up if you'd like, I can deal with it if it's the price it takes to have you here..."
His willingness to accomodate you draws a soft laugh from you and you can't find it in you to deny him. Pulling your hand away and out of the water forces a groan from him, head turning to you as he opens his mouth to say something but promptly closes when he's met with you undoing and discarding your robe.
"It's fine, you'll keep me warm, won't you?" you tease lightheartedly, stepping into the water once you're fully bare, watching as Jinshi averts his eyes with a slightly flushed face.
"I can try..." he replies almost bashfully, cheeks flushing further when he feels you settle yourself in his lap, thighs on either side of him as your hips settle over his thighs. His hands instinctively move to hold onto your hips, and he fails to suppress a shiver as your hands find purchase on his shoulders once more.
You let out a small hum, shifting slightly in his lap, pressing yourself against his length, watching as his breathing stutters and his grip tightens on your hips. The moan he lets out as you begin to grind against him is unmistakable, and he can't help but twitch beneath you, letting out a soft curse as his eyes close and his head tilts back ever so slightly.
"You're so pretty Jinshi... I'm kinda jealous, you're prettier than me~" you purr, and though your words are said teasingly, there is an air of truth to them, and that causes Jinshi to groan.
"Don't say that... you're pretty too"
You shrug, continuing your grinding as another shudder runs through his body, hands sliding over your sides as a way to get his mind off of the persistent ache between his legs. As your grinding becomes more firm, the water in the tub begins to splash slightly, not that either of you seem to notice.
"fuck- it's been so long..." he groans, head tipped back, exposing his neck to you and you promptly take advantage of it, pressing your lips gently to his skin, drawing an almost needy sounding noise from him.
"I know... there's hardly been time lately..." you sigh against his neck, hands trailing down his chest as you do so and he simply lets out a hum in agreement.
"too long... I missed you"
You smile, pulling away from his neck to lean in, "and I missed you." your voice is no more than a whisper as you bring your lips to his, earning you a quiet groan from him as his lips swiftly match your movements, softly meeting yours as his hands trail up your back to hold you closer. When you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, he wastes no time, meeting it with his own.
You don't pull away from him as your hand travels down his body again, wrapping around him again as you align him with yourself, tip prodding at your entrance as a gasp escapes his mouth. He breaks the kiss, eyes widened slightly as he catches his breath.
"but- I- we didn't-"
You bring your lips back to his, effectively shutting him up as you slip the head of his cock inside, mumbling quietly against his lips, "it's fine..."
"But it's going to hurt..."
"It'll be fine, your shameless moaning turned me on quite a bit, I'll manage"
Your remark causes his cheeks to flare up again, face feeling incredibly hot as he avoids your gaze shoulders tensing slightly.
"You can't just say that... but I guess if you say so..."
With that you begin to sink down on him, taking him inside inch by inch. The slight burn of the stretch is overridden by the way his brows knit and his eyes close, hands finding their way to your hips as he grips you slightly tighter than he intended. Once you take him fully, you settle down at the base for a few moments to allow yourself to adjust to the intrusion, and to allow Jinshi some time to breathe.
Judging by the way his breathing becomes irregular, and the way he seems to throb inside you, it's pretty obvious that he's quite affected. You let out a small hum, pressing your lips softly and briefly to his, hands holding his face, "I'm gonna move, ok?~" and he gives you a silent nod.
You move your hands down to grip his shoulders for support as you draw your hips up along his length, before sinking them down again, taking him fully once more before repeating the actions. Every time you sink your hips down, his tip pushes against that spot, causing you to bite your lip. Your grip tightens slightly on his shoulders, hips speeding up their movements as a string of groans slips out of him, and the longer this goes on the closer you get to that sweet sweet release you both crave.
"fuck- I'm close..."
"y-yeah, me too..."
It doesn't take long for you to finish, a small groan leaving your lips as you tighten around him, his breath hitching as you continue to ride him. His nails dig into your hips, and not long after you sink your hips down on him one final time as he lets out a loud moan. Your hips press down on him and you feel the way he twitches inside you, hot cum spilling from his tip and filling you up. His thighs twitch under you slightly, grip eventually loosening on you as he comes down from his high, breathing gradually coming back to normal. You remain on top of him as his arms move to wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest as he rests his chin against your shoulder.
"Well, that may have just made my week..."
You let out a small laugh, pressing your lips firmly to the side of his face.
"Glad I could help then~"
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