college AU! Naoya Zenin x reader (smut)
Warnings: Degrading, spanking, possessive tendencies, public sex, hair pulling, use of the word "slut" and "whore", edging, no aftercare, slapping, top! Naoya, pregnancy threats, spitting.
Naoya got on your fucking nerves.
You couldn't stand him being a cock-block to your fun any longer...
You wanted to party, drink, fuck, and have that "College experience" everyone raves about, at first you thought it was completely overrated till you actually got to college for yourself. Now that you moved out o your parents house, and had freedom to yourself, you were off the hook...
Free from the strict rules of Highschool, and your annoying parents house, You finally had the free will to make alll decisions for yourself, even bad ones.. and nothing was going to take your freedom away from you...not even your own boyfriend, Naoya Zenin.
Naoya came from old family money, rich, and every opportunity fed to him on a silver spoon. Naoya was so rich he could put the campus in his name if he wanted to. Naoya was arrogant, and acted as if he owned everything. He majors in Business, and Finance, an straight A student. The other students talked about him in whispers, half were jealous of him, wishing to be in his shoes. While the other half, hated Naoya. You wanted to party, He wanted to study for his upcoming exams. Unlike you, Naoya avoided college parties, and other activities, especially if it didn't earn him a grade for attending.
Tonight was the night of the party, and you weren't going to let anything, or anyone stop you from going tonight. You ignored the way Naoya stared at you as you got ready, and you ignored the dirty looks he gave you when he saw the top you put on that showed a little too much cleavage. Naoya Hated when you showed off.
The music was Loud, loud enough to feel it in your ribs. Bass shaking the floor of the Frat house while bodies moved, and bumped against each other to the music. Gojo, and Sukuna were the ones hosting, this was only the beginning. Naoya looked like he didn't belong there, dressed a little too neatly for a college party, wearing a black button up, and jeans. He looked like he was dressed to go to an important meeting, rather than a party. Right now, He'd rather be anywhere else, only thing keeping him staying was you...
You hadn't spoke to him the entire party, but you were nice enough to stand by the wall near him. Bumping to the music, he tried to grab your wrist lightly, but you pulled away before he could get a good grip, heading to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink, leaving him behind in the crowd.
You stood at the counter, pouring yourself something strong. You wanted to have fun, and get your boyfriends childish attitude off your mind, you were too lost in thought when you turned around quickly, not paying attention you bump into someone's broad chest, spilling your drink onto them. "Shit-..! so sorry!" you quickly apologized as you looked for the nearest cloth to clean the mess with. "Careful-.." the guys voice spoke rough with amusement, your hands danced around his chest with a cloth trying to dry the alcohol clinging to his muscular body, It was Sukuna, one of the host of the party, known Fratboy that most girls on campus tried to get at. You continued trying to dry him as Sukuna looked down at you with half-lidded eyes, he took interest in you..
"Well thats one way to introduce yourself , you always crash into people like that?"
Sukunas voice was rough, a smirk on his face as he crossed his buff arms, looking down at you with curiosity. "You a Freshman?" you nodded. you weren't expecting a known playboy to try to hit on you during one of his parties..especially after you quite literally just spilled your drink all over him.. were you even willing to try to take the risk, and flirt back while your boyfriend is somewhere around the party lurking... but right now, you didn't care.
"You came here with anyone?" Sukuna questioned as he took away. the rag you just dried him with, making sure his hand made with contact with yours...on purpose. "Yeah, a friend dragged me here." You lied straight through your teeth. "Your friend has good taste then.." Sukuna smirked, leaning back on the way behind him. He was clearly trying to flirt. But before you could even respond, you felt that cold presence...Naoya.
A hand landed on the counter beside you, caging you in without even laying a finger on you, just his presence alone had you stuck.
Naoya was straightforward with his words, he was demanding it.
"Relaaax.., we're having a conversation." Sukuna already knew what type of timing Naoya was on, and he wanted to cause a little more trouble before he walked away.
"Didn't take you as the type to bring the Rich pretty boy with you to a Frat party." Sukuna laughed as he walked away, leaving just You, and Naoya in the kitchen... alone.
It was just the 2 of you..you looked everywhere but at him. You knew he was pissed. Naoya stood there... staring as if he was deciding something.
"You done embarrassing me for the night?" Naoya asked firmly, you crossed your arms like a disobedient child, Hell-.. he treated you like one. "I wasn't embarrassing you i was just having fun-.."
Your silence was enough of an answer, Naoya stepped closer.
"I seen the way you were feeling on him...You don't think i know?"
"I poured my drink on him by accident- i was cleaning-.." you countered, becoming defensive with him. You weren't going to do this shit with him right now in the middle of a party. Naoya leaned closer, his eyes sharp. "You didn't stop even after he was dry." he growled under his breath. Your breath hitched.. you and Naoya never really argued like this before, but right now... he was starting to get on your fucking nerves.
something in Naoyas expression shifted.
Naoyas hand suddenly clamped around your wrist. "Come here." you could barely react before he already had you pulled out of the kitchen, through the crowd, pushing through the crowd like he owned the place.
"Naoya wait-.!" but he didn't.
The music faded as he finally got through the crowd, leading you through the side door of the house to a hallway. It was dimly lit, quiet compared to the chaos in the other room. Naoya let go, just enough to step in front of you cornering you in, and blocking your only exit.
"You don't get to ignore me all night." Naoya growled, his eyes sharp, he was pissed. "Not after pulling some shit like that-" he snarled, backing you further into the end of the hallway, he wanted to make you feel trapped. "What is it you want from me? What is it you want from me, hm?! Attention?!" he barked at you, obviously frustrated with your behavior, he was fed up.
"If you wanted my attention, now you have it. Now take all of it."
Naoya caged you in, placing his hand on the wall beside of you. You tried to keep your composure, not knowing what was next. You turned your head to the side, avoiding eye contact as he stared you down with a glare. "Naoya-..Let go-.." "Make me." it was clear he wasn't taking any shit from you right now, your back hit the wall everytime you tried to move away from him. His breath hitched as he closed the distance between the two of you, "You wanted my attention, Right?" Naoya murmured, voice low, and controlled. "So, why act like you don't want it?" he tilted his head like a curious cat, he was mocking you. Your pulse betrayed you, racing under his gaze. "You wanna act like a Slut? fine..."
before you could protest, or deny, Naoya grabbed your jaw roughly, squeezing it hard enough to shut you up.
"-then i'll treat you like one."
Next thing you knew, the side of your face was pressed up Against the wall, bent over. Yeah, and that cute outfit you wore, that short skirt with those leggings?..they meant nothing anymore, tossed aside with your leggings ripped like a Pornstar roleplaying as a Yoga Teacher..except this was reality, not roleplay.
And for the first time, Naoya spanked you.
He never even spanked you when you two had sex, something about him using it as punishment..turned you on deep, deep inside. Naoya continued his merciless spanks as he muttered nonsense you could barely understand through the pain about you being an "Attention-whore".., the marks started to burn... "You wanted my attention..," he growled low into your ear, "Now you have it." Naoya continue to redden your ass with his hand, you couldn't help but let out quiet whines, and hisses of pain from the stinging of his spanking. He was swatting your ass like he was trying to prove a point, and he was..
You gripped onto the wall, trying to keep your composure as the stinging worsened, you bit your lip trying to contain your noises of pain, his spanks almost felt endless at this point as he continued to rain them down on your ass with no break, no mercy, even if his hand was starting to hurt, and he wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied.
"This is what happens when you test me.."
Naoya spoke under his breath, a threat behind everywhere word. Naoya finally stopped, only then to rub your reddened, and bruised ass with mocking care. You held back tears as you tried to bare the pain, blinking them away.
"Aw, where'd all that confidence go?" Naoya sneered before giving your ass one last harsh slap. The stinging hadn't even faded yet when his hand stilled there with a pause, the only thing you could hear was the way your breath hitched, and the distant vibrations of the music through the walls ."Look at you.." He muttered, his voice was even more dangerous now, yet so.. calm. "You don't know when to stop, do you..?" he didn't move away from you, right now.. you didn't deserve space.
You were still trying to catch your breath from the spanking, but couldn't when you seen his cock outside his jeans... Naoya was going to take his frustrations out on you till he forgot why he was mad in the first place...One hand stroked his cock, while the other came up to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there.. his thumb brushed against your pulse like he was checking how fast it was racing.
Not a command, but a warning.
Gaze dropping to your from your mouth, and back to your eyes.. He was checking you. His expression was sharp, and unreadable. but you knew he was pissed.
"You don't get to test me, and then try to walk away..." Naoya growled through his teeth, you never seen Naoya react in such a manner.. was he jealous...? You knew how angry he was, yet you had the audacity to talk back...
"You sound jealous, Naoya.."
Naoyas eyes widen with anger.
You really had the fucking audacity...?
"Fucking slut-.. Jealous..?! i'll show you jealous..." Naoya snapped.
Bent over you were again..your hair fisted from behind, with your cheek pressed up against the wall,. Naoya fucked you with zero mercy. He was teaching you a lesson, he was gonna fuck one into you. "Look at you.." Naoya purred, his thrusting not haltering once. You let out moans, and chokes out cries of pleasure, voice shaking as you tried to plea with him. "F-fuck-..mm- Fuck- please-..!" you didn't even know what you were begging for anymore..holding onto the wall for dear life. Naoya pulled your hair back to make you look at him, He was sweating like he ran a mile as he looked down at you, his frustration showing visibly on his face as he fucked you against the wall.
"You wanted it-.. You wanted my attention-.." Naoya panted.
"Now you fucking have it."
Naoya fucked you like he couldn't stand your guts.. "Fuck-..m' gonna cum in your pussy, and get you pregnant on this fucking campus." He threatened- No, promised. He continued drilling his cock deep into you, not stopping to catch his breath, or let you catch yours even once. His groans got louder, and his pace got quicker.
You couldn't even comprehend that you were literally getting fucked at a party right now, your mind going dazed with pleasure as his cock pounded into you with rhythmic movement. You two could get caught any second, the risk of getting caught by someone was a fear to you, but a thrill to him. You didn't wanna end up on your colleges "exposed" page like some kind of sorority slut, you prayed no one walked in on you two. Naoya buried himself to the hilt inside of you, warm, and deep holding there for a second with a shaky groan, before pulling out with a slick pop, and quickly cumming on your pussy. You couldn't help but shiver when he pulled out of you before you could cum, denying any orgasm you were close to having.
"You don't fucking deserve it."
Naoya pushed off of you, panting watching how your hole leaked his mess. He watched, stroking himself as he drank in the view, watching the way his own cum leaks from your pussy, down to in between your thighs, Naoya had moaned so loud when he came again just his moan alone would get him a spot at an audition to be a male pornstar. He didn't give a single fuck about how loud he was, he wanted everyone in the Frat to know who owned this pussy,... and it was him.
"You don't get to cum, not after acting like a fucking Brat." He grumbled with frustration still behind his voice, you were still stuck on him denying your orgasm..fuckkk you wanted to cum so bad. "You're fucking cruel.." You whined out with annoyance, and desperation to your voice, Naoya spanked you before stepping back, watching how your expression was all puckered out, and tired, that satisfied him.
"Clean yourself up." Naoya spoke flatly, like he was trying to regain the self control he just lost...You body was still shaken up from the pleasure you just had snatched away from you. You didn't even bother cleaning yourself up, being slightly tispy, and too tired from the way you just got fucked into a corner. You pulled up your skirt, leggings tossed aside, and destroyed, having to walk around with your slick, and his cum leaking between your thighs. You hoped none dripped whenever you walk. Naoyas back was turned away as if he was about to leave...
"You wanted my attention...and now, you got it." His voice cold, and careless like he didn't just fuck you into oblivion. Aww, he was just giving you a taste of your own medicine...abandonment. Leaving you behind the same way you did him during the party. Naoya turned his head one last time to look at you before he walked away.. his expression cold, and flat.