A/N: This was a request from a lovely anon here! Whoever it was, you unironically broke my writing block, mwah mwah. I might sound genuinely insane but like was I the only one who found Naoya hot when his face was half destroyed? Its not a kink or anything its just that like lwk I've been seeing some survival au art and idk it's just like he still looks good with his face caved in or swollen. It was so shocking that some people think he's ugly after the punch, I do prefer him before but like I don't really mind after. Infact I might even write my pi fic about it, watch out. I feel like a freak but you guys have to understand me, it's the half-half for me. Every version of Naoya is and will always be fuckable, yes that also includes curse womb naoya, I will FUCK the shit out of that worm and his full fledged curse form as well.
Summary: Like they asked, it is a hate sex thing so uh Canon Naoya and he is very bitchy. Youre very hateful towards him. Anon was right, I DO like this concept ngl.
Tags: Sex, Hate Sex, Oneshot smut, straight to the point btw, I have another fic with plot coming but this is mainly a smut thing so. Sort of regret at the end (sorry I couldn't help it😔), also reader gets mad over the lack of empathy or just overall care he has. He's overly mean.
You had been promised to the heir of the Zenin clan for quite a while, the deal had been sealed by the time you were both age 12. For all the time you knew him, you had come to acknowledge him as a cruel man. Narcissistic in every manner of the word, you knew from the start he looked down on you, never pity, only disgust. You had grown used to it, finding a way each time to appease his anger or at the very least avoid him.
What you didn't guess however was that with age, he only managed to get worse. His once outwardly mean comments slowly simmered down into more backhanded ones, snark stinging more than mockery ever could. It was relentless too, a smart mouth he was so praised for only could never shut itself, at dinner or even in simple leisure, he'd pick apart your outfit, hair and even your manners.
Surely today would be different right?
A dinner. A simple dinner, at your place. A nice little send off to the era of independence as you enter a completely new and advanced world of jujutsu society. Surely, he would keep his mouth shut?
Upon first sight of your house, you heard a snort to your left.
"Looks like the damn sticks."
Your head snapped over at him, trying your best to keep your anger from bubbling over.
"You also live in the country side, jackass. And what's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm just saying. No surprise you like ragged things since you're so uncouth." He snickered, finding his wording to be hilarious, a reaction not shared by you.
You'd always love the occasional visit every now and then. Adulthood along aside arranged marriages brought on stress that could only be cured through homely care, you had grown to adore every cobblestone step and flower bush sprouting in it's colourful order, much to his distaste.
"Looks like Mother Nature let out her disgust all over your front pawn. Anyone ever tell you that your bushes look like they're dead?"
"Same could be said for your hair." His eyes narrowed in on you, a harsh red sting coming from your hand where his nimble one's had slapped.
"Are you attempting to embarrass me, you idiot? I don't care if we're not at the estate anymore, you still show me respect and you will shut your mouth about my hair, seriously. Find something else to bitch about."
Dinner was set out, you located yourself on his right on the kotatsu. He picked apart the meal you cooked, discarding it onto your plate no matter how many times you frowned about it.
"You know, for someone who's about to marry into such a prominent place family, your place looks like a slum." Insults were his way of making small talk which just led to more insults.
"You can't fucking say that about my house, Naoya! Do you have any shame?!"
He put his hands in a mocking surrendering motion.
"Not my fault you live in a dump."
"Get the fuck out, Naoya."
He simply grinned at you, planting his feet firmly in front of you.
"Why should I? You invited me here anyways, seems like your issue."
Your hand came across his face in a firm strike before you could even register the sting. Not exactly blooming red but flushed enough to leave a mark. He stood up, brows furrowing in anger as he stood up, kicking the table over in the process. With a slight wince, you heard the door to your bedroom slam shut.
And with that, he left the dining hall, the spilled rice staining the floor and food completely wasted. Dread filled your stomach as you began to think of the consequences, he was never one to be forgiving. Worst scenario would be the marriage completely falling through, you had to go back and do something about this burning ship.
The shoji door slid open gently, guilt evident in the motion. You breathed quietly, only watching his back as he stood there, turned to face away from you.
"Naoya, it wasn't like that-" He cut you off before you could clarify.
"You meant that slap and you want me to let it go?"
Your heart dropped at just how immature he was acting, it felt right back when you were just 12. Some part of you began to wonder if his mindset ever truly evolved past that age.
Your hands wrapped around his neck from the back, nose breathing in his citrus scent, sharp and stinging just like him.
"You don't get to tell me what to do. You don't." He pulled your hand away, leaning in.
His lips felt soft and harsh all at once, the need to consume mixed in with the uncertainty of it all and frustration took over. Cruelty pushed to the forefront and he pressed harder, tongue forcing itself ontop of yours, even as a lover he felt the need to prove himself better and some part of you craved for this act to strip him of it.
His legs shoved at yours, forcing you to rely on him to move you. He pushed you down onto the bed, yanking at your belt to strip of your kimono. You let out a whine as he tugged on your nipples through, the low warmth pooling inbetween your legs. His kisses latched onto your neck, craning his sideways as you did the same.
He delved back, harshly sucking your tongue and kissing your lips until they were swollen red by the love nips he would leave behind. Your juban joined his on the floor, exposing the bare skin he could stain. Your breasts spilled freely, pretty pink nipples hardening as the cool breeze kissed them. The slick pouring from your heat was an open secret, sinking into the mattress as he pressed his knee inbetween your thighs.
The harsh grind against your needy cunt made you cry out his name, shivering in excitement as you felt his tongue lick at the corner, fingers pressing through the thin sheet of cotton covering your pussy. He snapped at the band, yanking it down and tearing it off your legs to slot himself in between. He flipped you on your stomach. Your back arched, earning a bit of a snicker from him.
"Slut. Aren't you eager?"
Maybe it was best to keep this position, you could just imagine the smug look on his face and the thought of it made you want to punch him.
He shaved off his own clothes, revealing the lean body that only years of training could give, always hidden behind modest robes. You felt the hard planes of his chest muscles, press against your back. His tip dribbled with precum, flushed an angry red from his clear pent up frustration. You shivered as he slid it against your folds, mixing his cum and your arousal. Pushing inside, Naoya took his time trying to sheath himself in you, a sigh finally slipping from his lips. Refusing to waste time, he set a harsh pace, pounding into you, wishing you'd break on his dick.
Pitiful moans drowned out from your mouth as he forced his tongue down your throat, swallowing all pleas while his hips buried themselves into your body, lewd wet noises of your love-making echoed across the room. His touch both felt greedy and chaste, grabbing at whatever they could, fondling your breasts in both hands
The coil in your stomach began to tighten whenever he hit the spongy spot deep inside you, the motion making your toes curl in the silk bedsheets below. He gave you more until you couldn't think anymore, just simply feel everything he made you take. Your senses were completely flooded with his very existence, his scent filled your nose and his soft sweaty skin rubbed against yours with each thrust, making your body bounce in tandem with his own. You felt the pressure build up in you, unable to hold onto the edge. You finally let go, letting your body ride the waves of pleasure when your orgasm crashed over you. His pace grew wilder as you clenched around him, drool pooling at the side of your mouth.
"Feels so good, Naoya..." Your little comments had only served to encourage him further, pushing his energy past the limit to reach his release and feel you cry out for him one last time while he filled you up.
"Fuuucccckkk, I'm so close..."
His arms wrapped around you like a bear hug, clinging on while he let up on his direction and pace, thrusting and rutting up wildly into you in hopes of securing his own orgasm. You bit your lip, the over stimulation beginning to ache. His breath grew heavier, licking up wet stripes on your neck like he would die without the taste of you on his tongue. He slammed into you one last time, burying himself in your guts as he painted your walls white. His warm cum filled your eager hole, stuffing you full of him with your eyes rolling back.
This is how couples fucked after all.
The air smelt sickeningly stale of sex and sweat , the ceiling staring back to you as you began to consider what you just did. Even if he was your husband to be, you two weren't wed. You turned over at him, shoulders slumped from holding his own body weight up, even the most well trained sorcerer couldn't hold up with the consequences.
"I'm allowed to lay with you if I so please. Don't stare holes into my chest." The tone came out uncertain, as if he wasn't so sure in his own authority for once.
"You're going to do this for your marital duties anyways. Get used to being in my bed." You felt the slight kiss on your shoulder, gone as soon as he pressed it. All he left to your sight was his back, raising up and down as he caught his breath.
"Goodnight Naoya." He reached from behind, hand clamping over your mouth as he put pressure on his palm.
For once, you didn't mind him all around you, his soft snores comforted you back into the bed. Your eyes shut, the sight of him the last thing you saw before you drifted off into sleep.
The curtain began to seep cracks of sunlight, spilling the golden rays onto your bed and the floorboards, your body lay with a dull pleasant ache, the memories of yesterday never leaving your brain as you rolled over to see the perpetrator of this entire mess.
When silent, he truly was beautiful, shaggy blonde hair finally smoothing out into golden silk instead. His neck was completely littered with bite marks, blemishes of reds and purples. Your eyes grew softer at the sight of it all. You were going to spend the rest of your life with him, what guilt did you have to bear for finding him attractive?
You roughly yanked on his black cuff piercings, watching him jolt awake with a pained groan as he shot you a deadly look.
"Get up and apologise for what you said."
He chose to smother you with a pillow instead, refusing to let up until you smacked his arm, huffing at the pale flesh turning red.
He huffed, pulling his air over you and once again shoving you into the pillow.
"You made me break my back pleasing you. That's an apology enough and that's the only kind you deserve, bitch."
You giggled at the clear irritation lacing his gruff morning voice, hoarse from all the whines you forced out of him. Your breasts pressed into his back as you reached over to fix his hair.
To the request anon, sorry if this wasn't as smutty as u wanted, I love reading it too but for the life I can NOT write it in full detail, bare with me because I'm trying to put porn into words as best I can 💔💔💔
I want the man HIMSELF at this point, flaws and all. I just know me from January would be staring in disgust at the state of me rn.
I'm sick of people saying we're setting ourselves back by liking him, oh god forbid I wanna hear him talk and guess what? I don't wanna fucking gag him, how about THAT? Yea so what if he's gonna degrade me, shii I'm into that as long as it ain't sexist (like dishwasher or kitchen slave or smth) then yea I actually am spreading my legs, fight me on this. Genuinely box up.
Btw the banners belong to @mattflvwr.
