cw: impact play, edging, sub!naoya, n*oya as his own warning, drool, dumbification, degradation, anal play, hair pulling, dacryphilia, naoya with guyliner (it makes sense in my head ok), lowercase intended, not rlly proofread
wc: 1.2k
A/N: wow there are a LOT of tags but idgaf because this man deserves only the worst
you're feeling awfully regretful about your decision to take in naoya after maki damn near put his ass in the dirt. throughout his stay, he'd been nothing short of a headache. always bitching and whining about every little thing. how you cleaned his wounds, the food you gave him, even the kind of bed he slept on. his repeated name calling was really the straw that broke the camel's back, though.
"could you take any longer with that cleaning, bitch?"
"tch. of course you can't dress wounds properly. useless whores like you are only used for producing heirs in my clan." his clan that was completely solo'd by maki, by the way. you held your tongue about that, knowing it would send him into another hissy fit.
you could only take so much of his misogynistic ramblings, however. you were checking on a pair of stiches when he went off in a tangent about how women were falling out of 'natural order' by joining male jujutsu sorcerers to fight. you didn't even realize when your hand went down across his cheek.
naoya's head snapped to the side, the force of your slap leaving a stinging red mark across his face. his shock was almost laughable, if it weren't for the other reaction you caught.
a blush raced up his neck and cheeks, only adding to the amusing nature of the scene. yet, despite his scowl, you saw his cock twitching to life between his legs. you raise a questioning eyebrow, unable to control the slight quirk of your lips when you noticed.
"something wrong, zenin?" your voice is sugary sweet, sarcastic to anyone with a working brain, but practically a bed filled with rose petals to a touch starved naoya.
"the fuck? nothings wrong with me, woman. hurry up, its starting to sting." his voice was pitched up an octave, and his words trembled like it took force to get them out. you refrain from laughing in his face, sensing an opportunity for some retribution here.
"is that so? then why are you getting hard after i slap you, bitch? don't tell me you're getting turned on by a lowly woman putting you in your place." your sweet tone fades, a sneer curling smug and lingering on your features. naoya's face drops, hot shame and arousal filling his face. his plush thighs squeeze together at the degradation, only putting more friction to his now dripping cock.
you don't allow him the liberty of an answer, though. your eager hands flip him face down, holding his hips in the air. the dumbass starts getting excited, already squirming and trying to rub his cock on the nearest surface. you don't bother holding back your laughter as you land a forceful smack! to his ass.
naoya whines, lifting his head up from the pillow to look back at you dazedly.
"spanking me? what am i, 5-"
you cut off his protest with another swat to his backside. that little noise makes it's way out of his mouth again, only further egging you on.
"you slut. i can't believe you spend all that time insulting me when you get off on spanking of all things." you mock him while carelessly untying his kimono, discarding it somewhere around the room. you're left with naoya's milky pale skin, some of it blushing pink due to your force. your shameless appraisal only serves to humiliate him further, making him bury his face into the pillow again.
you briefly tsk upon seeing him hide in the sheets, reaching a hand out to yank his head up. his eyes are unfocused and glossy, his face hot 'n flushed because of your teasing. he frowns at your gleeful smile, clearly not enjoying being under you like this. he opens his mouth again, only to be interrupted by a third smack to the ass. he cries out at this one, clearly growing more sensitive.
"count, bitch. maybe if you do a good job at that, i'll let you cum." you preen at him, returning to hitting him.
"one! two! t-ngh-three!" he's almost incoherent by the time you get to twenty, tears and drool soaking the pillows. you cringe lightly, pulling his head back up and seeing his teary face. a far cry from the arrogant piece of shit you normally have the pleasure of dealing with.
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unfortunately, you're snapped out of your thoughts to the sound of naoya practically pleading with you to make him come.
"i've been so good, p-please let me come? i'll be quiet, i promise!" his babbling fell on deaf ears, a sick idea forming in your mind. you reach around and gently squeeze his weeping cockhead. it was almost purple, and the veins running uip his underside were bulging from how long he'd been denied.
tears spill from along his lash line, and his eyes rolllll back when you finally start stroking him. your skilled hands pump him quickly, only stopping to smear the pearls of pre beading at his head. at this point, naoya had streaked the eyeliner you didn't know he wore, soft whines of nothing leaving him as he bucked his hips into your touch.
"eyeliner? thought you said facial modifications was feminine slop with no real world value." god, the mere memory of that conversation had you delivering another slap across his face. for such a misogynistic asshole, he's more like a woman that he wants to believe.
"i'm sorry! f-fuck please let me come, need it s'bad-" he's already so close, tummy clenching and back arching like a pornstar. he was so attractive it was irritating. it feels like your hands are twisting just right, and then it...
stops.
naoya wails, sounding heartbroken. his hands scrabble at the bedding, barely getting the words out between the hiccuping and crying.
"w-why'd you stop? was so close!" his broken sentences make you laugh, petting his hair to somewhat soothe his crying.
"you didn't think that after all the trouble you caused me, i would let you come that easy? you must be dumber than i thought." you taunt him, just grazing the underside of his cock. he can only sob harder into his soaked pillow.
your eyes roamhim hungrily, finally resting on his plush, pink hole. it was clenching around nothing, damn near begging to be filled. you don't bother hesitating. you lean over and spit directly onto his entrance.
the blonde jolts at the new feeling, looking back at you with curiosity and a hint of fear in his eyes. ignoring him, you use your middle finger to smear the saliva around, lightly dipping inside. that small intrusion makes naoya howl, a fresh wave of tears making tracks down his face. you wisely decide not to open that can of worms. not today, anyway.
"i'm not letting you come until you apologize for your damn attitude." you tut at him, at least trying to get something out of this.
"i promise! i'll be so good, won't ever talk back again." he starts rambling quick, so you wrap your hand around his dick again to shut him up.
"thankyouthankyouthankyou-" he cries out, desperately humping your hand.
the sight of naoya zening crying face down is a ver healing sight for you, you think. you speed up, moving another hand down to play with his velvety sac.
apparently, that must have been the last straw for him, considering he came on the spot. he's screaming, warm ropes of white staining his thighs, stomach, and even your hand. you gather all his spend, and stick your fingers in his mouth.
his tongue swirls around them, too fucked out to even register what's happening to him.
we'll see if he ever gives you attitude again.