You're done with him but he can't get enough of you
warnings: car sex, pegging him, strap-on riding, choking, slapping, crying, he calls you mommy, overstimulation
character: Naoya Zenin
a/n: since a few people requested this (and I wanted it to happen just as much)
part 2, masterlist
‘’You're pathetic.’’ He spat, strutting through your shared room. ‘’Just worthless. I don't know why I got married to you in the first place.’’ You didn't know either. Well, you did. It was arranged. The day you found out you'd end up married to Naoya Zenin, you looked up to God and asked who you had offered in your last life. Because there was no worse punishment than marrying an imbecile.
‘’Right…’’ you muttered, flipping the page of your book. You heard half of what he had to say. Making sure you didn't pay more attention to him than necessary. Because that was what he really was after. Attention. There was no other reason he walked into your bedroom and started yelling without any sort of provocation.
‘’You're a bitch! A good-for-nothing slut.’’ You wouldn't let it get to you, you told yourself over and over again. Nails digging into the paperback of the book you were reading. He was just an idiot, you repeated to yourself, that's just how he was. You took a few deep breaths, closing your eyes, trying to drown him out. That's until he spoke up again. ‘’You can't do anything right.’'
You snapped.
Slamming your book shut, you finally managed to shut him up. He stared at you with his eyebrows furrowed. When you rested your book on your nightstand and stood up to leave the room, he thought he had won. Won the war. Maybe you'd spend the night on the couch now instead of annoying him with your presence.
He let out a contented sigh, jumping into the bed, lying on his back. But before he could even think about falling asleep, the door opened again. He thought you'd just get a few clothes and leave. But when he didn't hear the door fall shuy, he opened his eyes hesitantly.
There you were, stomping back into the room. Grabbing a bag he had never seen before, watching you stuff all your clothes into it messily. You were used to his antics. Used to him calling you names, making you feel worthless, and making you feel stupid. But you were done. At your breaking point.
Naoya, as per usual, didn't take you seriously. Instead, he groaned in annoyance, closing his eyes again. When you were done, he told you to make sure to close the door properly behind you. You slammed it shut, hurrying out of the house, right into your car to wherever the wind would take you.
She would be back, he thought to himself. You always came crawling back to him. No, not this time. This time you wouldn't run back to him because you were finally tired of him. The thing is, you never crawled back to him because you had to, no. It was because you loved him. But you weren't sure you could continue loving him. Every sane woman in your life had told you to leave him multiple times, and you kept on making excuses for him.
He wasn't always an asshole. When you pinned him down and made sure to nail him into your sheets, he could behave. But you didn't want a man who'd only listen once you scrambled his brain.
Naoya started getting worried when he didn't hear anything from you the next day. No text telling him he hurt your feelings, no missed call, not even one of your friends was bashing him. Nothing. By the third day, he was spiralling. Asking himself if you were truly never going back to him. You had to, right? You loved him. He watched his phone, your contact, thumb hovering over the call button as he contemplated whether to call you or not. So he decided to call. He bet you were just sitting there, waiting for him to contact you. To his surprise, your phone was off. Where were you? Why did you have to turn your phone off? He was worried. Most of all, pissed.
And instead of looking for you, asking your friends where you were to grovel as a good husband would, he went out to drink some beer with his equally frustrating mates who only fueled his anger. His night was filled with ‘’women should know their place'’ here, and ‘’you have to get your female under control’’ there. A whole mess. By the time they stumbled out of the bar, he spotted your car nearby.
Without even thinking, he left his friends, rushed over, and started banging on the car window. Luckily, you were inside, rolling your eyes at the scene. Rolling down the window, you stared at him expectantly. Maybe he'd apologise. No, he's too proud to do such a thing.
Walking to the other side, he got into the passenger seat before you could even think about what he was doing, he was sitting next to you in the confined space of your car.
''What do you want? I told you I was done with you, didn't I?'' You exclaimed, rolling your window back up. Raising your eyebrows, you waited for him to respond to your question.
''Come on, don't be like this.'' He snickered leaning in to kiss you but you shoved him off of you with an eyeroll, looking at yourself in your little mirror, fixing your hair a little bit, telling him you had nothing to say to him and you were going to leave if he had nothing important to say.
''It seems like you're just wasting my time here.''
You were just about to step out of that car, leaving him there. You didn't care that it was your car. All you wanted was for him to leave you alone. ''No, no wait. Don't go.'' His hand reached out to hold you in place flinching as soon as he was met with your cold gaze staring at him. Knowing he wasn't allowed to just touch you whenever he desired to, he left his hand there taking a deep breath to calm his nerves and get ready to say what he wanted to tell you.
His eyes met yours. You weren't glaring at him anymore, instead frowning at his antics. And to be honest, you grew quite impatient. You had to wake up early tomorrow, and didn't need him as a silly distraction.
''I will ask you once. One time only. What do you want, Zenin?''
''Mommy...''
He mumbled with pleading eyes, staring right at you.
Putting two and two together, you started laughing before gripping his chin softly, all while smirking at him. And you know he had probably thought you'd crawl back to him. But the tables had fucking turned. ''So this is what it is, huh? Shit, I won't get rid of you that easily it seems.''
You tilted your head, nodding, motioning for him to get into the backseat and he complied immediately scrambling to get into your beloved backseat. Finally, you joined him without any words being exchanged and started kissing him while pulling him into your lap. His arms draped around your neck pulling you closer as you sucked at his tongue, unbuttoning his shirt before playing with his nipples, still puffy from the rough encounter he had faced a few days ago. When you punished him with nipple clamps. He whimpered into your mou lth before you pulled away momentarily.
"Do you have a strap?''
You nodded. Of course, you had one. You were the type of person who was prepared for every situation. ''Pull your pants down to your ankles.'' He nodded, desperate to feel you inside him, unbuttoning his pants to pull them down, his hard dick slapping against you. You stroked it a few times before propping yourself up, reaching into a bag and taking out a strap. Wearing it in the car was a struggle, and you had him get off you first, but you did it, lubing it up and helping him slide down on you.
He let out a choked whine the minute he reached the very end of your toy, grinding down on it slowly. He smiled down at you, that smug teasing grin plastered on his face as if he had you right where he wanted to have you. And you smacked him across the face making him smile even more.
''Don't look at me like that.'' You started thrusting up into him, starting slow and increasing in pace with every thrust, putting your hips to work while he slammed down on your length choking out whiny sobs.
''Look at you like wh-what?''
You smirked up at him, wrapping your hands around his neck, squeezing tightly. His eyes rolled back with tears streaming down his face as he smiled through the tears.
Fucking lunatic.
You started full on fucking him while using his neck as leverage now making him cry out in pleasure.
''Like I belong to you.'' You exclaimed pulling him into a kiss. His arms squeezed around you tightly, hiding his face in your chest as his body shuddered and twitched uncontrollably before he started panting and you felt him cumming against you like some whore. "Did you just-"
He pushed you back against the seat making you rest on your back as he started bouncing on your strap you roughly. "Mommy..." He whimpered quietly. It seemed like he had lost control of himself. And you loved seeing this sight of him.
When your hands landed on his waist again, you began thrusting up into him once again, drawing whines from him. Whines in a pitch you had never heard from him. ''Have I fucked you stupid already?'' You snickered, pulling him closer to lick the tears off his face. ''You're pathetic.'' You whispered, pressing soft kisses to his neck. A contrast between your bruising pace on his prostate. ‘’Just worthless. I don't know why I got married to you in the first place.’’ You meant every word. After all, he couldn't even fuck you right. He couldn't fuck you as a real man would. The only thing he was good for, was gagging on your strap, and looking pretty while taking it.
Taking all of you. All you were able to give him. And he had the audacity to complain about you?
''You're a bitch. A good-for-nothing slut.’’ You muttered in a sing-song voice, right into his skin, biting down on the collar of his neck. What did he do? He whined, throwing his head back, leaving you more access. ''You can't do anything right, can you?'' Chuckling, you ground right against his prostate. "You can't even stand your ground and stay away from me.''
And that was the simple truth. No matter how much he cursed you out, made you look stupid and swore you were worthless, deep down he knew. He knew he needed your strap.
