Everybody hated Naoya Zenin. That was no miracle; he was stubborn, arrogant, demanding. The descriptive words came to no end.
But it almost made no sense to you. He had always looked out for you, since you met as children from two different clans.
There were countless reasons for why Naoya actually did this; no zenin lacks intention nonetheless with something like this. When you were just 7 and 9, you’d stare at Naoya like he was the greatest thing the world had to offer! Embarrassingly so, even he can fold for someone who looks up to him.
He began to keep you around for constant validation. Naoya enjoyed “educating” you, teaching you all about the clan tradition, showing off, and being the one you ran to.
Whenever another kid would push his limits, you’d be at his chest sniffling “Naoya— Naoya,” without telling him what happened till he held your squishy cheeks and made you tell him.
Then, as you two grew older, Naoya made the rounds in both the Zenin clan and others. He asserted his strength as the future heir of his ever-powerful clan, kept a stern face, and never let up. His morality became “question of the year” and it was irking him.
Yet, when he spoke to you all about his plans for the future, all you did was stare up in awe. The praise you’d give Naoya inflated his ego all the way up to Jupiter.
Even when he sat there rambling about how strength determines value, hierarchy, and indirectly telling you where’d you’d go on this hierarchy, you’d coo and smile.
Then, later into his teenage years, Naoya realized he’d have to marry into his adult years! He needed a woman who could bear heirs, become the mother of his children, director of the household. And who better than the one who’s been with him all these years? Now, he intended to claim you.
When you were 25 and he was 27, Naoya wasted no time in courting you. Precious jewels to your house everyday, inviting you for meals, telling you about all his marriage plans before he even had proposed!
You couldn’t help but giggle on occasion as the blonde man who’d preach to you about a “woman’s place in society” was now grabbing a necklace from one of the boxes and looping it around your neck.
Still, you’d smile, “Naoya, these are really beautiful,” and he’d be utterly pleased. The sweet puppy eyes you’d shoot at him, the slight flush on your cheek. God, how did life put a wife right in his hands before he even knew about marriage??
“Sweetheart,” You ignored the slight condescension in any name he’d call you, still humming and lifting your eyebrows to signal him having your attention. “I’m going to marry you.” Naoya stated, matter of fact.
A small gasp would escape you, biting your bottom lip. But, obviously you expected it.
“You’re going to be Mrs. Zenin before this year is over.” And he said that with his chest puffed out, cocky smile plastered on his face. Yet you nodded, slightly embarrassed.
And then one thing led to another; did you truly have to wait for a priest to officiate you to have sex? Of course not. Naoya already put a ring on your finger, patience was also not his strong suit.
You both rushed into an empty room, Naoya shutting the door and clicking it locked in a matter of seconds.
Everything Naoya did was intentional. His movements were deliberate, where and how he touched you was deliberate, his every word was deliberate. He was savoring you. Like a reward just waiting to be claimed.
“Get on the bed, yeah, wife?” Oh how that word slipped off his tongue in the most sultry of ways, guiding you by your hips onto the bed.
His hands were smooth, quick, they removed your dress in a matter of seconds. Then he did the same to himself. He saw the way your arms came to cover your chest but he didn’t stop you, just kissed down your neck.
“Open yr’legs.” He spoke, trying to pry them open with his knee. And he saw the slight hesitation in your gaze, stopping with an almost frightening discipline. “Calm down.”
You’ve heard those words a million times from Naoya’s mouth. When you failed a test, when your father yelled at you, when you told him something even slightly disrespectful. “M’calm,” you whispered back.
Then slowly he tried again, opening your thighs with his knee. He groaned softly at the sight, fingers slipping under your panties to pull them right off. Your cunt was so wet, so inviting. He ran the pad of his thumb over ur puffy clit, “Fuuuck,”
Then Naoya looked at your nervous expression, and he hummed. “What? Scared that after this you’re really fuckin’ stuck with me?” You knew he was just teasing but it put a pout on your lips, bottom one extending outward like a baby.
“That’s not it,” You whined defensively, eliciting a laugh out of him. “I know, woman,” he began, kissing your jawline while pressing his knee against ur pussy, leaving a streak of wetness behind. “But you told me you wanted this now, you couldn’t wait, right?” He quoted you.
Your mind was becoming emptier by the moment, moaning breathily at his movement. “Ye-yeah,” you replied in a whine.
“If you think my knee feels good wait till I fill you up with my dick, sweetheart.” He teased, pulling away to put his knees on either side of your hips. He pulled your legs up, directing you into a mean mating press.
He slid into you, bottoming out. Not patient enough to wait for you to adjust, his movements became erratic. Naoya snapped his hips against yours, thrusting deeply into you, as deep as possible.
All you could do in response was babble incoherent thoughts and moan, slightly tugging on his blonde hair. “Naoya— mm, ngh-”
His breathing was labored, angling his hips to fuck into that gummy spot of yours. Your back was arching off the mattress, body unable to deny this pleasure even if you were unsure.
“Such a good fuckin’ wife,” He spat, almost inconsiderably. “Gonna make such a good mother,” He growled into your ear, hands groping at your tits and hips.
“Is this your purpose? To satisfy me and be good?” His words were so mean when he was fucking into you! You couldn’t help but unconsciously clench down onto his cock yet tears spilled down your cheeks.
“Awh,” he cooed. “Did that make you feel all fluttery, wife?” He wiped the tears and pushed your hair away from your face. “Cum, yeah? Maybe you’ll feel better.”
In a matter of moments you came undone, your own hips moving to match his thrusts desperately. He pulled out, cumming all over your abdomen and tits. Painting a pretty picture.
“N— uhm, Naoya?” You whispered softly, thumb picking up a bit of his cum. “Why not inside me?” Your question sounded almost like a whine of disappointment.
“Saving that for the wedding night, yeah?” He said, kissing your swollen lips.
Naoya who will tell anyone to shut the fuck up because you’re speaking and he’s the only one allowed to speak over you.
He’s enamored by the way you speak and the things you have to say, hanging onto every word that comes out of your mouth. He doesn’t realize he’s staring and you’re not going to tell him he is.
It’s endearing, in a way. You think he means well so you just squint your eyes a bit and tilt your head at him, a little shocked by his outburst. He shakes his head at you, eyes wide and annoyed, sticking a hand out palm up, saying, “Well, continue.”
It’s not just when you’re talking either, Naoya’s especially taken with your singing voice, even if it’s off key. He’ll hear you across your home - cooking, cleaning, showering - and stop in his tracks just to listen.
His favorite is to hear you singing in the garden to the cats that roam the estate, scratching their chins while they purr back to you. He’ll listen for a moment before telling you to, “Stop singing to the cats. It’s not proper.”
You roll your eyes at his dramatics. He says it’s not proper, you think he’s just jealous.
But nothing compares to the soft moans that slip past your lips when you’re under him.
His cock bullies into your sweet spot, your velvet walls clenching around him the closer you get to your orgasm. Your nails scrape over his shoulders, leaving red trails behind them. He hisses at the pain of it, fucking you harder, deeper, faster.
The wet squelch of your pussy is music to his ears, but it’s not what he wants to hear right now. So fucking close.
“C’mon, baby, give me what I want,” he growls in your ear.
“Fuck- please, I-“
He slaps your clit to shut you up, your body jolting under his. Begging is nice but it’s not what he’s looking for and you know it.
“Close, but wrong.” He slows his pistoning hips, cock buried deep and grinding against that spongy bundle of nerves that makes your eyes roll back into your head. He presses his forehead to yours, whispering, “Say my name,” against your lips.
Your hips rock up in an attempt to meet his shallow thrusts, hands tangling in his hair to keep him close. You pant into his mouth as his tip abuses your sweet spot, your cunt milking his cock as your orgasm hits.
“Naoyaaa,” you moan, head thrown back into the pillows.
Your clamping walls and his name falling so prettily from your lips sends him over, painting your womb with his white-hot, sticky seed.
how jjk men would react if you called them by another man's name
! headcanon, fluff, suggestive content, various scenarios
it's always during a quiet day when you decide to act on a whim and ragebait your partner. because once in a while– why not? it racks up their self imposing thoughts which is amusing, especially when it involves another man's name. you do it in a sudden moment that catches them off guard.
toji would immediately pick up on how an unknown name was mentioned to address him, let alone not an endearment.
he would immediately stop his movements to shoot a dead glare at you. one that you can feel burning a hole through your skin even with your back turned to him. he'll stay quiet for a long terrifying second, his knuckles would turn pale as he rests his cheekbones against them, waiting for you to take back what you just said. and if you don't, guess it's either you walk away or walk while carrying his child for the next nine months.
"you trying to piss me off?"
and when you choose to pretend that you don't know what you said wrong or keep playing along that you did not slip up at all, toji would stand up, walk towards you in a frighteningly slow manner, not breaking eye contact.
and this doesn't stem from a wounded pride, rather more of his smug and arrogance and the knowing nature that he'd dominate you in the end so easily anyways and there was no point conniving or playing along with your jokes.
"seems like i just have to drill my cock deep inside your pussy just to put you in your place, huh?"
is it safe to do it again? absolutely.
higuruma won't give much of a reaction, but it would definitely make him quiet, which will make you feel guilty for trying such jokes.
he does not aid such big emotions nor show it, but you could see enough from his eyes– the subtle shift in his emotions and the silence that he allows to linger in the air between the two of you.
if you do tell him (which you really have to do in an instant because he won't pry nor correct you), "i'm joking..."
he won't immediately smile or anything, instead, he'll just let out a quiet breath, softening his posture before resting his head against your shoulders just until the knot on his own ones lift up.
is it safe to do it again? please don't...
choso is really sensitive, he'd ask you who that man is and make sure your feelings for him aren't compromised by that same made up name.
he would freeze and stare at you upon hearing another name slip past your lips. his eyes now filled with pain and confusion as he tries to assess your face, in hopes of reading whether you're joking or not.
"are you thinking about someone else? who is he?"
and when you see how immediate the heaviness of the prank washes over him, you'd frantically assure and take back what you said. that's only when he lets out a shaky breath, pulling you tightly into his arms and burying his face into the crook of your neck, clinging to you with a quiet desperation.
"don't do that again..." he murmurs against your skin, his arms wrapping around your waist as he places a kiss on your neck, a sign that he now dwelved into a safe comfort and relief. "don't tease me like that please... i love you."
is it safe to do it again? NO.
nanami will immediately correct you. he won't even realize that you're just playing with him and actually think you just have your mind wired up.
he won't process the idea that you're pranking him at all and will assume that it's just you being completely tired or out of place. he'd slowly turn to look at you, letting out a low sigh, slipping his glasses down the bridge of his nose to rub the inner corners of his eyes before looking at you directly.
"it's na-na-mi," he corrects firmly, his tone lacking any anger, just genuine and actual concern that maybe you haven't gotten enough sleep or eaten a full meal. it's impossible to throw a joke at him, but it's endearing how he just automatically thinks of you and how to make you feel better and snap you out of your childish madness.
is it safe to do it again? meh, he won't catch the joke again.
sukuna will ridicule you and you won't hear the end of it. starting any kind of bullshit with him will always just in turn come bite you in the back.
he'll mock you on the spot. the moment you address him by another man's name, his resting smirk widens into something sharp and dangerous. he won't even bother moving from where he is or walk towards you, he'd just lean his head back and rest his chin on his palm while piercing a look at you like you've just delivered the funniest joke he's heard all century.
"watcha say, brat?" he'd laugh, "you've got a lot of nerve saying another man's name in front of me. play stupid games if you want, but don't cry to me when you can't handle me later."
is it safe to do it again? probably...
gojo will have his ears perked up from the unfamiliar name you call him with, expect him to overreact and make such a fuss.
he would dramatically gasp and clutch his chest like a weirdo, flailing around you, making noise all over your ears, as if wanting the entire city to hear his demise. he would slump his shoulders, pouting exaggeratedly right in your face.
"so mean, baby... you already have me. how could you still daydream about some guy with a trashy name?" he whails, slurring his words in mock agony while messily squishing your cheeks together with his big hands.
his loud outburst won't last for long though, and would suddenly drop into an intimate and serious tone as he softly catches your bottom lip between his lips, parting with a string of his own saliva. "buy me sweets and i'll forgive you just this one time."
is it safe to do it again? definitely.
geto is passive-aggressive and would still keep a charming smile while he corrects you.
he keeps that impeccably charming, serene smile up on his face, but you would feel the air instantly change. his posture stays completely relaxed, but his narrow eyes sharpen as they lock onto yours, holding an unnerving kind of edge. he lets the silence hang just long enough to let you know he heard the name you just said.
"i'm sorry, but i don't recall my name being pronounced like that, baby," his voice still soft though his gaze pierces through you.
"are you mad...?" when he notices you tense up, he would chuckle sweetly.
"mad? no, baby. just curious." he shifts his position, opening his arms to pull you against his chest, lightly pinching your cheek just a little too firmly.
"c'mere. let's make sure you don't forget again. now what shall i do?" and he says all that before sliding his hands down on your shorts.
is it safe to do it again? hell yeah.
naoya, just as he always is, would pry you into letting him see who this random name is just so he could insult him and compare himself to him.
his massive ego cannot handle even the thought that another man exists in your thoughts. the moment the name drops, his daily pasted smirk vanishes into a scowl before twisting into a disgusted sneer. he immediately leans in close, invading your space to poke into who you were talking about, refusing to drop it until he gets an answer.
"and who the fuck might that be?" he snaps, scoffing loudly as he folds his arms and looks down his nose at you.
"got a picture? lemme see what kind of pathetic trash you're mistaking for someone like me. must be ugly. but i'm not ugly? i'd get offended. no really, i'd get fucking hurt if he looks nothing like me. you see me everyday don't you? someone else looking like this out there?"
you'd have to either punch him, put a tape on his mouth, or just leave the room and lock him inside until he stops talking. he'll miss you enough to shut up.
arranged fiance!naoya who won't fuck you before the wedding but has no issue with letting you straddle his lap and grind your pussy into the hardened length of his cock, the show you started together to "bond" with each other long forgotten in the background.
arranged fiance!naoya who has no issue slipping his tongue into your mouth as your lips slide together. the little silver ball sitting on top of the muscle clicks against your teeth with every sweeping motion as he explores. you wonder vaguely what the piercing will feel like flicking against your clit.
arranged fiance!naoya who has no issue groping at your tits under your shirt (the only article of clothing you have on) while your body writhes against his, barely an inch of space between you. his hands are rough on you, swatting at your ass when your clit catches on his cockhead just to hear you whine as the pleasure shoots up your spine.
arranged fiance!naoya who has no issue calling you a slut for using his body to get off while he's using yours for the same exact purpose. if you're a slut then what is he? the hypocrisy has your hips rolling down harder, faster, soaking through the fabric of his boxers.
arranged fiance!naoya who has no issue having you get on your knees for him and watch him stroke his cock over your tongue (or letting you lap around his tip) until thick ropes of cum are spilling across your lips. it's truly a waste, you both know it would've felt better if he'd cum hot and deep inside you, right against your cervix.
arranged fiance!naoya who has no issue leaving you with your clit still throbbing. you'll just have to shove a couple fingers deep into your cunt once he's gone and imagine it's him again, rubbing furiously at your clit until you cum, moaning his name until the aftershocks fade out.
arranged fiance!naoya who is such a fucking asshole but also has you counting down the days to the feeling of him stretching you out for the first time the wedding.
18+ “God, sometimes you should really learn how to keep yer mouth shut.” ✧.*
CW! This one’s a little freaky guys, choking, degradation, Naoya is the warning, he’s angry, like really angry
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Though Naoya did come to appreciate your little banter—or at least to him, the stupid attempt at feeling important and powerful—he did have his limits with your back talk. And when that limit is reached, you’re left wishing you hadn’t opened your mouth to begin with.
Both of his hands are wrapped tightly around your throat as he drills his cock in and out of you, harsh enough to make your body jerk forward with each thrust. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, your breathing and panting coming out broken.
“Stupid bitch, disrespectin’ me in front of my father.”, Naoyas voice is laced with anger as he growls, his hands tighten as he remembers how you foolishly dared to question him. “So-rry, m’so sorry Nao-“
“Shut up, don’t be fuckin’ sorry now.”, he snaps at you. The grip he has on your throat is bruising, and while that might not have been his intention, the air reaching your lungs got less and less with each second and broken whimper escaping you.
You feel dizzy, vision blurring and your limbs feel heavier. One of your hands grabs at Naoyas wrists, trying to pull them off of your throat. He doesn’t let up, the tip of his awfully hard cock hitting so incredibly deep inside of you every time he bottoms out. “Ya should use yer useless brain to think before ya speak the next time.” The pleasure and the lightheadedness you feel mix in a confusingly good way. You try to moan, but it doesn’t exactly sound like one. A breathless gasp is all you can muster up. Over and over, his cock bullies your insides and his hands squeeze just a little harder.
Oh. Oh no. You try to pry his hands off your throat a bit more desperately as soon as you feel yourself slipping away, fingers pulling at his. “Naoya—off, I’m-“, your own broken cry interrupting you as he thrusts particularly hard. “Hands…off”
Your eyes rolling into the back of your head, but not necessarily purely out of pleasure make him snap out of it, hands loosening around your throat. But they don’t leave. You take in a sharp breath, gasping as your lungs fill with air—finally.
You should be appalled, you should kick him off and smack him for going too far. But your pussy clenches around him harder.
Fuck, why the hell did that turn you on? Naoya felt it too, a dark little grin tugging on his lips. “Fuuuck, you fuckin’ freak. Can’t even punish you properly without you gettin’ turned on.” His cock pistons inside of your snug cunt just a little faster before they stutter, burying himself to the hilt as he fills you with his cum with a low groan. His name sounds through the room with a high pitched moan.
Secretly, he does hope you piss him off a little more again next time.
Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Smut, Incest, all characters are 18+, Breeding Kink, slightly yandere reader, Mild Overstimulation, Intoxication, Dubcon, kinda subby naoya, mentions of Arranged Marriage, misogyny, MDNI
Note: Might have some grammar issues…sorry. 😅 This was just intended as a drabble but got just a little longer than that.
Naoya leaned back where he was sitting, cheeks rosy from the sake, movements slow and sloppy in a way you rarely got to see. You slid another glass to him before he could even ask, already reaching for the bottle to fill it again.
He was in a mood ever since coming out of that meeting today.
“Father thinks he can tie me down to some Kamo bitch?” He hiccuped, slurping down the new glass. “Does he really expect me to demean myself like that?”
You made a small sympathetic sound, refilling the cup immediately after. “I’m sorry, Nao,” you cooed. “That’s not good. I don’t really get all that clan stuff. But I hate when my naonii is upset.”
“Tch. Of course you don’t understand,” he hissed, words slurred and sluggish. “Clan politics aren’t for women, least of all my useless little sister.”
You pouted like usual, shoulders slumping, eyes dropping just enough to look shameful. It always worked better if you didn’t argue with him.
“Well I’m still sorry it’s bothering you so much.” you said, crawling next to him. You put your hand on your chin, pretending to think for a moment. “ I know what will cheer you up!” You chirped.
“And what—” hic “would that be?” He raised a brow at you, eyes glazed over from inebriation. He lacked his usual intensity. All you could think was that he was so cute like that, all soft and pouty.
You smooched him on the lips for good measure. He scoffed but didn’t shove you off, never denying your shameless affection. “Well?” He sneered. “I’m waiting. Surely you can’t think a half-assed kiss would—“
“Why don’t we play?” you asked.
“Play?” He echoed, the gears in his head slow to turn.
“Yeah! You used to get like this when we were kids, and then we’d play and you would cheer up!”
Naoya squinted at you, clearly struggling to follow. “What are you babbling about now…?”
“The courtyard,” you beamed. “When you’d get mad and start throwing me around. You always said it helped you calm down.”
He blinked at you slowly, shifting to sit up straight. “That’s not what happened. You were the one who kept jumping at me, couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Always annoying me. I was just teaching you your place.”
“I did not,” you protested, already leaning closer, fingers clutching the blue fabric of his haori. “You started it. You said wrestling other boys was boring because they didn’t cry when they lost.”
“Don’t touch me,” he snapped, clicking his tongue. “You never listen. Just like Maki, you don’t know how to listen to a man.”
Oh that stung, even if he was just being drunk and mean. Your eyes narrowed in determination, tugging on his sleeve instead of heeding his command.
He grabbed your wrist, attempting to shove you back. “I said, stop.” His grip was weaker than when he was sober, giving you the chance to cling on anyway.
“Why? Scared I might pin you down now?” You asked. You would never be dumb enough to joke that way while he was sober.
He glared at you, pure rage and offense all at once taking over his unfocused features at the sheer audacity. “What the hell is wrong with you? Thinking you can even joke like that. You tryin’ to make me feel better or piss me off?”
You giggled, not pushing it. “Just being silly, Nao. Come on, play with me.” You tugged on his sleeve again, this time hard enough that he fell forward, almost crushing you against the tatami.
He was drunker than you thought.
“Brat,” he hissed against your ear. “Stupid lil sister. Never knows when to quit if I don’t make her.” He pressed his hand against your shoulder, pinning you there.
You took the chance to twist anyway, slipping out from under his arm as his grip loosened. You barely made it a step before he caught you again, fingers digging into your wrist as he yanked you back with an irritated sound.
You collided with him, breath knocked out of you, and for a second he nearly had you pinned again; weight pressing down, heat everywhere. But he leaned too far forward, his movements not very coordinated.
You twisted the other way, shoving at his chest with both hands. Naoya hit the tatami with a surprised grunt. Before he could recover, you scrambled up and over him, settling your weight on his waist, knees planted on either side of his hips, palms braced against his shoulders.
Your bodies were too close now, every shift dragging against him, the friction unmistakable. He just stared up at you, breathing uneven, eyes wide despite himself. You could feel his hardness beneath you, bulging in his hakama. You squirmed a bit on purpose to watch his face contort.
“Ah, looks like Naonii got a bit too excited,” you giggled. “See? I told you it would cheer you up.” You cut off whatever he was about to say by grinding yourself down slowly, deliberately. He grunted, hips jerking up at the friction involuntarily. “So messy,” you cooed, feeling the wet fabric between you both.
“Shut…up,” he groaned, tossing his head back as your hand continued to work him through the fabric. Naoya never turned down the chance to be pampered.
“You know, Nao.” Your fingers were already undoing his hakama, peeling the white cloth down. His haori fell open, revealing his white undershirt. It took you little effort to undo each of the buttons, something you did daily helping him in and out of his clothes. “You really don’t have to be so upset over the arrangement.”
His skin was hot beneath your palm as your hand slid over his chest and down his abs, stopping just at his navel, where dark, wiry hair curled just beneath your fingers.Your other hand stroked him a few times, watching him jerk beneath you.
He just groaned in response, the alcohol having fully taken over now. His cheeks were as red as a beet, blonde hair tousled, some of his fringe sticking to his sweaty forehead.
“…’s…th…at?” He slurred, voice low.
“Because I’m going to take care of it, make it all better.” You promised, giving him one more tug before letting go. His cock thwacked against his abs, drooling precum onto the taut muscles. Amber eyes met yours, lidded and glazed like he could hardly keep them open.
His lips were soft, tasting like sake and a hint of mint as you peppered them with an onslaught of affection. He couldn’t keep pace with you, but he did make the barest effort to kiss you back.
“Promise, Nao,” your lips trailed lower, his jaw, his neck, nipping at his collar bone. He’d kill you for the love marks that left his skin mottled purple and red. That didn’t matter to you, rarely did you get the chance to worship him like this, like he deserved. “I’ll just have your babies. Then Daddy can’t marry you off to that horrible Kamo girl.”
His eyes shot open at that, sobering his mind up. “Wa—”
You were already sinking down onto him, clothes discarded somewhere behind you. The stretch was good, gravity forcing him as deep into you as he could be. To test the waters, you rolled your hips moaning at the heat blooming from the motion. “Ah, Nao s’good—”
He laid there, arms spread out on the floor, head tilting to the side. He made a pathetic noise, something between a moan and a whimper. Again, he didn’t bother to stop you.
“Do it right,” he finally slurred. “Gonna do it have to do it right….women aren’t….top…’
“Shhhhh…” you silenced him by turning his head toward you and kissing him again. “You’re too drunk for that, just let me take care of you.”
Sliding back, you braced yourself against his abdomen, rutting yourself down onto him. Without practice you had no real rhythm, but he didn’t seem to mind, only managing a few choked out groans.
Glancing down at him, he looked beautiful. Pristinely plucked brows knitting together, eyes clenched shut. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, fingers digging into the ground.
The sight alone was enough to nearly make you cum on the spot. You had to pause, panting, letting the heat die down just for a bit. If you came first, your limbs would be all jelly, useless in your goal.
“…d’n’t….st..p…” he whined. A real throaty whine that you were sure would make him embarrassed if he was in his right mind.
You rolled your hips again managing an even rocking motion that made his cock kiss your cervix. “Not stopping,” you cooed. “Can’t stop. Not until Nao’s babies are in my tummy—daddy’s lost his mind if he thinks anyone but me should be your wife,” You groaned, your own eyes snapping shut so you could focus solely on the pleasure between you both, the delicious friction—the way your clit caught on him when you managed to sink down on him deep enough.
“Would never let another—” pant “woman, take my nii.” You were so close. So ready to just feel the fireworks blossom, not sure if you had enough self control to pause again. Luckily, it seemed he wasn’t much better off by the whimpering clawing its way out of him. With a final burst of energy you picked up the pace, until you felt his legs twitch under you. His abdomen clenched and a warmth flooded you.
“Ah—” you reached between you, finally letting your fingers rub at your clit while his spent cock twitched inside of you. “Ah-ah,” it didn’t take long for you to follow after him, feeling yourself clench around him as shocks of white hot pleasure made your eyes roll back and toes curl.
Naoya’s legs kicked at the overstimulating pleasure, his hands lazily slapping at your thighs. “Too much.” His eyes were still closed.
You shook your head. “We have to make sure it takes,” you chided. Admittedly, you were out of energy now too. Instead of unseating yourself from him, you just moved slower, grinding down onto his still half hard cock.
“St-op..st-op,” he pleaded, so pathetically. Tears pricked his eyes, creating a sight you had never seen before in your life. As beautiful as it was, you couldn’t bring yourself to test him further.
You lapped the salty tears before pressing your lips to his one more time.
18+ Naoya Zen’in will not eat you out…unless it’s to prove a point. ✧⋆
“You probably don’t even know how to do it properly. Have you even done it before at all?”
Naoyas brow cocks at your comment. How dare you question his skill? “‘Course I know how’ta eat pussy. What’re ya tryin’ to say, bitch?” He snaps back, face contorting in annoyance. You shrug, looking at him in disbelief. “I seriously doubt that.”
You remind yourself to not question his abilities again—or maybe, if you were honest with yourself, you should do it a bit more often. You really didn’t expect him to be any good, let alone that his tongue has ever been near a pussy.
Yet, Naoya’s head has been buried between your legs for the past 30 minutes, your second orgasm approaching already. His tongue is lapping at your cunt, gathering all the wetness from your previous orgasm and newly building one just to spit it back onto your puffy clit. Your moaning has long turned into broken sobs and gasps, one hand fisting in his hair and tugging on it. “Nao-ya, can’t, s’too much-“
His head breaks contact with your pussy for just a second to deliver a smack! against your sensitive nub. You yelp at the sting, whole body twitching underneath him. “Shut it. Brought this upon y’self now.” With a grumble his lips close in around your clit once more, sucking on it harshly. You tug on his hair just a little harder, earning a groan from him that vibrated through your core so deliciously.
His hands hold your trembling thighs apart, tongue pressed flat against you as his head shakes vigorously from left to right on top of your clit.
With a shrill cry you cum—again, hips stuttering and twitching while he doesn’t release your folds quite yet. Only after he licked up all the remaining juices of your orgasm does his head pop up from between your legs, lips glistening with your arousal.
He grins at your state, brain already completely empty, hair a mess and your chest heaving.
“How many more times can ya cum before ya pass out, hmm?”
these men will send you straight to pound town– no buts, no warnings, no room to escape. they can slow down only if you beg them to, but they'd rather not. they'll be rough, clapping your ass with no mercy.
toji is the type to fuck you in the air, by leaning you on the wall, or just by literally standing anywhere.
he is not one for patience or gentle switching of positions and prefers to take you where you are, turning any ordinary space into his playground. whether he pins you against the wall, hoists you up mid-air, or simply positions himself wherever you happen to be, he takes control of the entire space with absolute ease.
he favors it the most when you're completely lifted up by the ass, cradling your weight as if you weigh nothing at all. with this position, he has complete leeway and leniency to unleash every ounce of his raw speed and unrelenting roughness. not to mention, he has terrifying and inhuman core strength and stamina, he can fuck you for hours on end without a single sign of fatigue. his arms and legs never tremble, pounding away until you are thoroughly breathless and aching.
he loves it when you're held in his arms, he feels that it strips away all your defenses. loving the sheer helplessness of your face, watching you turn into a drooling mess, clinging desperately to his neck. with a bruising, vice-like grip, he'd hold onto your bare ass cheeks, dictating every single rhythm, bucking his hips upward to meet you, aggressively guiding your body down onto his length, leaving you entirely at the mercy of his relentless pace and control.
where would he cum? inside you.
sukuna is really aggressive, the type to push your head down on the mattress until you're fucked dumb.
sukuna has a fixation on pounding you from behind, revealing an unapologetic obsession with your body from that angle. seeing your bare back, your ass dribbling below his own bare skin, your pathetic side profile coming to glance at him from down below as he keeps up with the constant pace. to him, your bare back is nothing less than an untouched canvas waiting to be aggressively claimed and slowly ruined with evidence of his dominance. the moment his eyes traces the protruding line of your shoulder blades and the vulnerable expanse of skin beneath them unmarked and blank, it acts as an immediate trigger. you'll instantly feel his sharp teeth sinking deep into your flesh, biting and sucking harshly while his hips hammer into you.
and of course, his backshots aren't complete without ensuring either your face is roughly shoved down into the mattress or a handful of your hair is clenched in his fist, yanking your head back until you are forced to meet his predatory eyes. looking down into your glossy gaze while he buries himself deep inside you pushes him straight to the edge of berserk, completely intoxicated by the sight of your total submission and your silent willingness to let him tear your hole apart.
where would he cum? on your lower back or across your spine.
naoya makes you ride him first like the petty piece of shit he is, but when it's his turn to move– expect that you won't be able to get the slightest inaudible sound out of your mouth.
he absolutely relishes at the sight of you riding him, wearing that infuriating, dumb smirk as your movements grow increasingly shaky and unstable from pumping yourself up and down on his length. he waits, a calculated precinct where you finally settle above him, utterly exhausted and panting, lured into a false sense of security where you expect no sudden movements. he waits and waits until he sees you won't even have any leverage or strength left to stop him. that precise moment of vulnerability is when he strikes, violently driving his knees up and thrusting heavily from underneath to catch you entirely off guard.
it extends more into humiliation, spreading your bare ass cheeks apart as he plows into you from below. every soft, broken cry you whimper directly into his ear is what conducts his persistent pace, driving him completely feral as he slams upward against you with intense and unrefined force.
where would he cum? inside you.
slow to fast: gojo, higuruma
these two love building up the pace, starting up slow before going full on speed and fucking you rough almost at the same pace as the guys above. though they go on a much average speed, the mixed pace is what keeps you wanting for more.
gojo is another piece of shit that loves one-upping you in the most unexpected times. going from slow to fast just to see the change of cadence on your moans.
he easily unravels the moment you make a sound, completely losing his composure to the sweet sound of your voice as you tighten around him. you could feel him growing noticeably fuller inside you against the dullness and laziness of his initial pace. over time, whatever conscious restraint or fragile promise he made to be gentle shatters entirely. one single glimpse on your flushed and fucked out face is all it takes for him to completely abandon the torturing and agonizing pace all at once.
he's convinced that he's the one in control, playing a cruel game of sweet torture by keeping his movements deliberately slow. but in reality, he's the one being sent over the edge, the quiet and steady momentum eventually makes him lose his patience, turning him demanding and desperate for faster and hard pounding.
where would he cum? on your face.
higuruma basically just loves to play with the pace, building up the tension, allowing your juices to spread more across his length before making the sloshy sounds of your wetness a part of his increasing speed's harmony.
what always starts as a lazy, rolling rhythm later becomes an unforgiving speed. his grip on your waist tightens and his hips plunge forward harsher. the gentle, slipping friction sharpens into a hard, bashing force, burying the sound of his ragged breaths against your neck with loud and sharp smacks of his skin onto yours.
he starts slow, tall with his back rigidly straight, but the moment he leans his weight forward, pressing his chest against yours– everything changes. his hand tangles in your hair to force your head lower, using total leverage to drive you down and swallow every inch of his length as he hammers relentlessly from above.
where would he cum? on your stomach.
slow and steady: nanami, choso
what else do i have to say other than they know a woman's body and could actually make you orgasm through penetration? though it happens rarely without clitoral stimulation, they both know how to keep the pace constant until your creaming around them.
nanami loves to fuck you slow in missionary, allowing you to bask in his slow movements and melt into his affectionate and heated touch.
he's a romantic. approaching intimacy with a quiet reverence, preferring a slow, measured pace that allows you to be intimately aware of every single inch of his cock gliding along the crevices of your walls. he believes that keeping his thrusts slow allows you to feel the totality of his touch, the way his lips gently press against yours, the tender way his hands caress and shape your waist, and the steady roll of his hips moving above you.
he's deeply vocal, entirely captivated by how you look beneath him. he will pause to brush the stray, sweat-dampened hairs clinging onto your flushed face, carefully tucking them behind your ear before pressing a tender kiss on your forehead. he is the kind of man to murmur quiet, grounding professions of love directly against your skin, whispering those three words in the middle of it all as he holds you close.
where would he cum? your choice.
choso loves fucking you slow on the side, spooning you, and wrapping his arms around you while he slowly moves behind you.
he loves the absolute surrender it gives you in this position, your back pressed firmly against his broad chest, your body cradled by his as he glides in and out of you with a steady pace. his arms would wrap entirely around your waist, pulling you as tight and closely possible while his hands roam over your breasts, fondling and teasing your nipples while his lips press hot and wet kisses, nibbling and licking at your earlobe. he thrives on how completely trapped and overwhelmed you are in his embrace, leaving you with nowhere else to put your hands on, except to reach blindly behind you, tangling your fingers in his hair or digging your nails into his forearm as helpless moans spill from your lips.
to break the quiet monotony of his steady pace, he would occasionally slide his hand down between you, licking and spitting over his fingers before pressing them heavily against your clit, working his fingers in slow circles right as his hips push deeper into you, driving you to the edge while keeping you securely locked in his arms.
where would he cum? on your inner thighs.
full withdrawal thrusting: geto
he loves doing this shit, pulling everything out completely before plunging it inside of you back again. he thrusts in a mixed pace, just as long as he could pause for awhile and let you feel the sudden emptiness.
geto loves watching how his cock completely disappears into your hole, eyes fixated down below as he rests one of your legs on his shoulders.
he loves the absolute exposure of your body sprawled out beneath him, legs thrown wide apart with your cunt glistening slick and wet. he loves seeing you panting and sighing sweetly. the two of you share the obscene view of him sliding in and out of your hole. his mouth parts slightly, hot, heavy breaths washing over your skin as he stares unblinkingly at the way his thick length buries itself deep inside your walls.
every sharp gasp you let out when he bottoms out brings a new kind of cruelty to his expression, especially when your teeth slip away from the bruised, reddened skin of your lower lip where you had been biting down on. seeing your face contort and scrunch into that dizzying look of pure bliss only pushes him to do it over and over again.
satoru fucks you in full nelson after seeing that you were ovulating 𑄝੭
“that’s so not fair!” you whined, clasping your hands with satoru’s who was currently leaning over your body, flashing that stupid grin of his at you. “you know martial arts and I don’t!”
“sounds like a skill issue, sweets. you’re so weak.” he teased, putting his entire weight down on you to hear that small little squeak of yours.
this was normal between the two of you, enjoying your usual pillow fights with one another whenever a sleepover happened. gojo had invited you over to his place after class, offering to cook dinner and sit through your favorite movies after seeing you had a rough day.
he assumed you were overloaded with classwork but that wasn’t entirely the case.
you were ovulating.
and you were also planning on avoiding satoru at all costs especially because he was the only thing on your mind. his voice, his lips, his fingers were all you could think about. it wasn’t helping that he was shirtless at the moment, making him 100x hotter. his pink pecks blended so well with his pale skin, beauty marks littered all over his body.
you wanted to kiss every single one of them.
“cmon, don’t tell me you’re giving up already.” he taunted, slapping your face playfully. you bit back a moan, finding out a new thing about yourself right that second. you had to think of something quick before he realized how flushed you were and the way your legs were trembling. you quickly shifted your hands to his waist, tickling away until he was laughing, begging you to stop.
“shit! this isn’t f-fair ow!” gojo wheezed, dropping back onto the floor, trying his best to catch his breath and he hugged his sides to stop you.
“i win!” you cheered.
“you cheated..” he managed to let out. you responded by sticking out your tongue, ready to sit against the pillow propped up when suddenly you got attacked with the tickles as well. “not so funny now, hm? you crying?” he laughed, watching you grip onto his bicep as if that would help at all.
“satoru! a-stop!” you shifted onto his lap, feeling his arms wrap around your torso to lay you down on his chest. “i win.” he whispered into your ear, tucking your hair behind it. the current position he had you in was awkward. your back was on him and his arms had a firm grip on you.
why the hell was this making you wet?
you gulped, wanting to get off of him but he wasn’t letting go, unsurprisingly. “what’s wrong sweets?”
“nothing.. just, you’re hugging me weirdly.”
gojo hummed, letting one hand leave your waist to wrap around your neck. your eyes widened at the sudden weight on your nape. as if that wasn’t enough, the roll of his hips made it clear what his motives were. his prominent bulge poked at your backside, twitching needlessly.
“you actually thought that i wouldn’t notice my best girl was horny? you’re practically dripping through these flimsy pj shorts, baby.”
your mouth dried out, only gasping when he pulled down your shorts to prove his point. your panties were drenched. “see?” he coo’ed, teasing your clit with a feather like touch. “satoru!” you whimpered out, struggling to do anything but watch him toy with you.
“let me help you out, okay?”
he temporarily released his hold on you, only to grab onto the back of your thighs, forcing them up to your chest. with your panties now to the side, he had full access to your cunt. “wish i could see you properly.” he sighed. “but i like this position, don’t you?”
the bastard didn’t give you a chance to reply before he inserted two fingers into you. he chuckled at the way your body arched, groaning at your walls closing in on him.
“i’m going to make you feel so good, wanna show you how much i’ve been needing you.” he kissed your shoulder, curling his digits, causing an embarrassing wet sound to come out of you. “you’re so wet.” gojo hummed. “think you’re ready to take me.”
you shook your head, grabbing onto his hand that was fingering you. “just.. just touch me a bit more like this..” you pleaded, fluttering your eyes shut.
gojo raised a brow, but did as you said.
you moaned, grinding your hips to the same rhythm he was using, fucking yourself on his fingers. he watched carefully over your shoulder, mesmerized by the way he just slipped in and out. you felt your tummy turn, a warning of your release. you braced yourself to let go before gojo halted his movements.
“alright that’s enough of that. i need my cock in you, like right now.”
“but-“ you protested, pouting when he reached toward his pants, pulling them off to release his cock. his lips curled at your reaction, loving how flustered you’ve gotten upon seeing his length. “i don’t expect you to take it all, so i’ll put half of it in. how does that sound, sweets?” he mumbled against your skin, trailing hot kissed down your collarbone. he didn’t wait for a response, gripping his base after a few pumps, lining it up to your entrance.
he needed to feel all of you, fuck condoms.
your nails clawed at his arm that was still wrapped around your neck, moaning when he split you open. “oh my god!”
gojo clamped his hand over your mouth, muffling your screams. he loved how in just one thrust, he had you unraveled. “shhh, sweets. you forget i have neighbors.”his breath hitched as you clenched around him, making it impossible to go past a few inches. “fuck, baby. please stop being so goddamn tight.”
you could feel his veins scrape at your inner walls, touching in just the right places. “that’s it..”
he praised with every thrust he gave, using your body for leverage as he picked up the pace. “you’re taking me so well.” your eyes were shut close, drooling into his mouth. this wasn’t how’d you imagined your night to go, but in no way were you complaining.
your pussy was so relieved to get the attention it needed.
a wicked grin spread across gojo’s face, knowing you were close. he tightened his hold on you to the point of bruising, inhaling sharply. “fuck fuck fuck.”
“ngh!” you whined, head falling back on his shoulder. his hair’s even more of a disaster than usual, sweat-damp strands sticking to his forehead as those ocean-blue eyes stay on you. "fuckin’ hell," gojo grits out between panting breaths before suddenly flipping you over in one brutal motion. "wanna see your face"
“b-but i liked the other position..” you bit your lip after admitting to that.
he flashes is all teeth before driving into you again deeper this time just watch those pretty noises fall apart for him instead.
“we’ll go back to that one in a bit. just wanna see your face when you cum.”
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"you're doing so well, doll."
suguru's voice is low and warm behind the camera, the tripod catching every twitch of your body as you lie back on the sheets.
the vibrator hums against your clit, pressed tight, and your hips jerk up at the sudden intensity. your back arches, thighs spreading wider as the toy buzzes harder, sending sparks racing through your nerves.
he stands at the foot of the bed, one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his length slow and steady while the lens records the way your pussy glistens.
"fuck, look at you," he mutters, voice thick with arousal. "so pretty when you moan for me. keep going, baby. show me how good it feels."
you whimper his name, pressing the vibrator down harder, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room. your free hand grips the sheets, knuckles white, as your hips roll up to chase the pressure.
suguru's breathing grows heavier, his strokes matching the rhythm of your moans. "that's it, doll. just like that. you're perfect, sweetie—fuck, look at your pussy dripping, mm, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
you whine, a small 'yes' escaping your lips as your back lifts completely off the mattress when the toy hits the right spot, thighs trembling as you messily grind against it.
suguru groans, pumping his cock faster, the head slick and flushed. "god, you're so fucking hot. don't stop—i wanna see you cum for me."
"mm...s-sugu!" you moan, the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen red clit. your walls clench around nothing, slick dripping down onto the sheets as you feel your orgasm approaching. suguru's voice starts wavering, lost in the pleasure of his own ministrations. "fuuckk, good girl. you're doing so well. cum for me, baby—let me film it all."
your body goes rigid as your lips fall in an open-mouthed scream when your orgasm finally crashes over you, back arching high and thighs shaking while the vibrator stays pressed tight to your swollen nub.
"hahhhh! fuck! mm, sugu..." your moans break into sobs of pleasure, pussy pulsing visibly as you soak the toy and the sheets beneath you.
suguru curses under his breath, stroking faster until he spills over his fist, thick ropes of cum landing on the bedspread and your thigh while the camera keeps rolling, capturing every second it.
he steps closer once you both catch your breath, lowering the camera with a satisfied smile. "best model i've ever had," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
the footage is already saved—and there's no doubt that he's gonna use it for later.
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