#naoyax!femreader

[naoyaslut]

pairings: naoya x fem reader

warnings: a little fluff, soft naoya, some scheming from toji

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“Drink this please, my lady,” The doctor passed you a small vial from a nearby table that Naoya had watched him brew and mix not long before. Naoya made sure he was in the room when anything you were ingesting was being prepared, thanks to Emi. 

You frowned in response, turning your nose up in disgust. Every time you met with this doctor; he had a brew ready for you at the end of his physical. An herbal tea that was infused with extra nutrients and supplements that were supposed to assist with the development of the baby. 

He was forced to travel in the snow from a neighboring village to be here. To check your vitals and to reassure Naoya Zenin that his wife, carrying his child was healthy. 

It was always disgusting, and bitter. And every single time you had trouble keeping the concoction down. Holding the vial in the palm of your hand, you instinctively looked over to Naoya who was standing at the foot of the bed. 

His brows furrowed in response, and he only nodded his head urging you to drink it. Anything that the doctor said would help foster a healthy child, Naoya was for it. The fact that Emi had been poisoning you for weeks while you were pregnant made him doubtful that you would carry to term. 

You swallowed thickly in preparation and lifted the vial to your lips to drink it down all in one gulp, focusing all your attention on keeping it down. Once it was gone, the doctor took the vial from you and put it away with the rest of his instruments. 

He began packing up and glanced in Naoya’s direction while he spoke.   

“Everything seems to be coming along. Unfortunately, we won’t know much more until she is further along. If the mother is happy and healthy, then the child should be happy and healthy,” The doctor picked up a bag of his items and threw it over his shoulder. “Should she experience any pain or fatigue, summon me again at once but from what I can see there’s no need for her to be restricted as of now. It’s still very early in her pregnancy, the lady is fine to move around and continue her normal activities. No cursed energy use though, growing a child is enough strain on your body... exerting more would only hinder the growth of the child,” 

Naoya remained quiet as the doctor spoke, dismissing him when he finished. The doctor nodded and bowed before he retreated from the bedroom leaving the two of you alone in your quarters.  

Well, there it was from the doctor's mouth.  Although Naoya was adamant about your bed rest and keeping you locked up inside, he gave you the okay to resume some of your normal activities. What was normal anymore? 

The snowstorm had been going nonstop for weeks and you and Naoya were separated from the rest of the estate. A guard of five men, Lianne, and three or four other trusted staff women resided on this side of the estate. He preferred it that way. 

He had forbidden you from going anywhere on your own. He only allowed himself or Toji to escort you anywhere outside of your quarters. Even if you were with Lianne, a guard was standing by who would report to Naoya afterward. 

Yasu was “put to work” immediately. According to Toji, he was gathering intel, on what? He wouldn’t share that much. He did, however, tell you that Emi’s execution had been postponed.  

Even though she had tried to poison you, you were relieved to know that she was still alive. How long that would last? You hadn’t the slightest clue, you knew that Naoya wanted her dead and you didn’t think you could stop it from happening. 

You could feel your stomach turning as that concoction settled in your belly, subconsciously placing a palm over your mouth just in case it decided to come back up. 

“Are you going to be ill?” Naoya asked, walking from the foot of the bed so that he stood beside resting a hand on your back in comfort. 

“N-no, I’ll be fine,” You offered him a half smile, drawing in a deep breath of fresh air to calm your queasiness. “I don’t think I'll ever get used to the taste... it’s so bad...” 

You could see Naoya’s brows draw together in a tight knot and felt his hand drop from your back while he stood silently in thought. He seemed troubled at the fact that you felt ill, maybe he felt about his insistence for this medley from the doctor. 

“I’m alright, I can stomach it Naoya-sama...” you reclined on the mattress you sat on, your legs dangling over the edge barely touching the floor below. You sighed in contentment and placed a hand fondly over your small, rounded belly. “It’s for the health of the little one after all,” 

Your chest swelled with happiness momentarily as your mind wandered. You were thinking of how it would be to feel the warmth and to hold a healthy, newborn baby against your breast. But just as quickly the feeling of dread came over you at the thought of the child being a girl instead of the heir that Naoya so desperately wanted. 

Both of your eyes fell shut in response to the salty sting of tears that began to prick at the corner of your eyes. You couldn't care less if the child was a boy or a girl, you just wanted it to be healthy and loved.  

Your sole purpose here is to bear me a son.  

Your throat grew tight as the uncertainty washed over you, the taste of disappointment and fear more vulgar than the brew you had ingested moments before. Naoya said in his own words when you first arrived here that you were to give him a son... what were the consequences if that didn’t happen? 

Naoya seemed to fancy you. He treated you softly and equally indulged in your body just as eager. But people change, you bore witness to that, your brother certainly had. With Naobito in charge of the Zenin clan, your fate wasn’t certain, none of your pleas would change that.  

“Y/n,”  

Naoya’s voice brought you back to reality and away from the storminess of your thoughts. He sounded as if he were so far away from you but when he repeated your name a second time, he sounded much closer. His voice was a bit muffled, and you were sure you could feel the warmth of his breath against your belly. 

“Yes?” 

At some point, Naoya had repositioned himself so that he kneeled between your legs his hands pressed against your abdomen carefully as if he were handling precious cargo.  

He pressed another kiss against your belly and looked up in your direction although he couldn’t see you. He sensed something was off, your mood, something was bothering you. He had a knack for figuring that out though you didn’t hide it well. You wore your disdain on your face and hid it rather poorly. 

“Whatever is bothering you, forget about it. You’re safe here. Our child is safe... If there’s something I can do to make you feel more at ease, tell me,” 

Naoya lingered in your chambers the entire day, which was rather out of character. You knew he had things to do, things to take care of. Instead, he put his energy into making sure that you were comfortable and less on edge than before. 

Before long the day had long ended and you had fallen asleep in his arms, no word of trouble yet as the snowstorm that had been pounding the estate for weeks slowly began to subside. 

“Oi, little idiot,” Toji raised the lantern above his head so that the orange afterglow lit up the inside of the cell in front of him. 

Emi raised her head in discontent, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. Her eyes were red, bloodshot from crying perhaps and her hair was a tangled mussed up mess.  

Toji hummed an amused chuckle as he squatted down to get a better look at the distraught woman before him. 

“You’re the only one down here in the biting cold, can you believe it?” Toji tutted his green eyes glittering in the reflection of the flames. “Naoya has postponed your execution, what do you have to say about that?” 

Emi sat up abruptly, the thick blanket she had been wrapped in falling from her frail form. She looked terrified, unsure of how to respond. She hadn’t faced Naoya since he returned from the campaign. Did Naoya mean to have her killed? 

“Execution?” Emi’s voice wavered substantially, unsure of what to make of the admission. “Naoya-sama is going to have me killed...?” 

She paused again, her gaze falling to the dirty cobbled stone floor beneath her. She whimpered incoherently, tears falling down the stretch of her dirty face.  

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen Toji-sama! Please you must let me explain that to Naoya-sama!” Emi begged, turning her gaze back to Toji. 

“Oh, there is something you can do to win back Naoya’s favor, perhaps then he won’t kill you,”  

Emi perked up at Toji’s suggestion grasping at the iron bars of her cell. She was desperate, so desperate that he could taste it. This woman would do anything to win Naoya’s favor, oh, and perhaps not to end up impaled through a pike. 

“I’ll do it, I’ll do whatever you need me to do, I promise,” Emi wailed, bowing her head in complete and utter submission. 

Toji stood up bringing the lantern with him. He smiled slowly, canines glistening against the red of his lantern. 

“Good... you only have this one chance to redeem yourself,” Toji watched as Emi got to her feet her small hands still clasped around the metal bars. “If you’re unsuccessful, I'll kill you myself,” 

Emi nodded profusely, bringing her gaze back to Toji’s verdant eyes. He snickered under her gaze, his eyes flashing a deep red before he fished out something from his trouser pocket.  

Emi held her hand out expectantly and watched as Toji placed something small wrapped in burlap in her palm. Whatever it was, it was obscured from her view and wouldn’t be revealed until it was unraveled.  

“This is your key to freedom... don’t fuck this up, got it?” 

[naoyaslut]

pairings: naoya zenin x !femalereader+18 toji fushiguro x !femreader18+

warnings: slight dubcon, mention of abortions, cunnilingus (fem receiving),

wordcount: 4.5k

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It had taken less than 24 hours for Naoya to receive the message sent by Toji via carrier pigeon. It was delivered to him right away right in the middle of the mediation deliberations.  He stood alone in front of a fireplace that looked to be forged out of stone the fire burning wildly to help illuminate the dim room. 

Naobito and the head of the other clan could be heard arguing back and forth in the background, but Naoya was focused intently on the hastily scribbled message that had come from Toji.  The message that was only meant for his eyes both elated and made him furious all at the same time. 

Crumpling the piece of parchment in his hand, he tossed the message into the flames watching as it wilted and blackened until it turned to ash. 

Y/n was finally pregnant and growing his child, the start of his own family in her womb… yet there was also a traitor within the estate.  Granted the traitor was unnamed and currently being held in the dungeons, Naoya wanted to return home.  Now, so that he could be with his wife.  He wanted to be there with her every step of the way. 

“The reason for this mediation is so that we can agree on what steps to take next,” The head of the Arbor Clan bellowed, his eyes stern both palms flat on the wooden table in the center of the room.  He had some nerve, his clan kept into Zenin territory, unannounced led by a rogue clan member, and attacked the Zenin estate.  Naoya would hear no more of it, though the rogue was killed during the attack, and reparations were due. 

Turning away from the fireplace, Naoya made his way back to the table speaking loudly when his father made no move to do so himself.  Since Naobito wouldn’t assert himself, Naoya would intervene. 

“You’re right.  We are here to reach an agreement,” Naoya stood tall, his patience was already wearing thin at the constant bickering that the two heads seemed to be doing over the last couple of hours, with no agreement in sight.  “A life is owed,” 

Neil Arbor flinched but remained rigid in his seat.  “The traitor has already perished during the attempted breach, why would you require yet another life?!” he asked incredulously. 

Naoya’s grey eyes narrowed, burning in anger a closed fist slamming down on the tabletop, the wood splintering underneath. 

“One of your men, one that you couldn’t control attempted to lay siege to my home, where my wife is housed while my clansmen were off to fight,” Naoya leaned over the table, glaring in Neil’s direction.  “He was a coward, attacking when his only threat was women…” 

Neil swallowed audibly, clearly the aura of the room becoming uncomfortable.  Not even Naobito uttered a word.  Nor Jogi while Naoya continued to speak in all finality. 

“Another life will be taken, and you will offer reparations for the damages the traitor brought upon my people.  Only then will our good faith between our houses be restored.” 

Three days had passed until you made your first visit down to the dungeons and against Toji’s direction as well.  The first snowfall of the winter had begun in the middle of the night and the estate had grown colder. The furnaces were set ablaze to keep the interiors warm, but you were concerned about the state of the dungeons. 

Even though there were few prisoners, they were meant to be confined, not frozen to death.  And you also had your own questions for Emi.  The fact that she went to such extremes to poison you, what were her motives?  You wanted to know. 

By the time you made your way down to the dungeons, it was well in the middle of the night.  With some gentle persuasion, you were able to convince the guards beyond your bedroom doors to depart for an early night’s rest.   

Lianne had resigned for the night, and you didn’t have a clue where Toji was.  You had not seen him not once the entire day. For all you knew he could of left the residence or he could have been lurking around one of these corners of the estate… but if that were the case you may be able to sense him before he appeared. 

For now… all was quiet as you slowly descended the stairs that led to the cells where you knew for a fact there were prisoners housed.  It was dim down below even with the small lantern you held out in front of you, your opposite hand clutching the cloak lined with the fur of a wolf Naoya had gifted you at some point to keep warm.   

Underneath you were dressed for bed but boots on your feet to keep you warm for the short trip ahead of you.  If Naoya or Toji caught you down here, you’d be scolded.  You didn’t care.  It wouldn’t keep you from bringing Emi the extra blanket you had pulled from your bedroom, a peace offering if you will.  You needed to talk to Emi before she was possibly killed or simply sent away. 

At the end of the darkened corridor, you could see a torch illuminating the very last cell.  Every other cell you passed was dark, you couldn’t tell if there was anyone inside of them or not, but most of them seemed empty as you passed. 

Stepping in front of the last cell you lowered your lantern to see Emi lying on the makeshift cot inside, her back facing you.  Upon hearing the clinking of the metal lantern, she sat up quickly staring at you with wide brown eyes. 

“Lady Zenin!”  Emi stumbled off her cot, her hands grasping firmly against the bars of the cell.  

Her eyes welled up with tears and she seemed to be very distressed.  Her kimono was smudged with dirt and grime from being imprisoned for days without a proper bath.  Even her hair was disheveled, you pitied her somewhat, but not enough to openly show her that. 

“Emi…” you began, your expression hardening your anger beginning to become more palpable.  “You hated the thought of my very existence so much that you thought poisoning me to get rid of me was the answer?” 

Emi dropped to her knees, watery eyes staring down at the dirty floor below.  She looked as if she didn’t know what to say next, she was trying to compose herself before she continued. 

“Lady Zenin… I- I wasn’t trying to kill you, only make it seem as if you were too sickly to carry a child-,” 

You interrupted her, clenching the blanket between your fingers while staring down at her. 

“What were you poisoning me with?  I have an innocent life… growing within me and for all we know you have exposed my unborn child as well,” 

Emi remained silent, seemingly hesitant to say anything else. 

“Emi, please, I need to know if my baby will be okay,” 

She finally met your eyes, and a long sigh left her lips as she sat back on her haunches.  A bitter smile was now visible on her face. 

“Cohosh root,” Emi admitted, “I was able to get it from one of the shops in town,” 

You felt your heart drop into your stomach now queasy from the new knowledge.  Black cohosh root, a root that was used to induce abortion in pregnant women.  Though a very old herbal remedy for pregnancy, you knew what the consequences of its use were.   

Swallowing down the bile at the back of your throat you blinked away the tears that had begun to cloud your vision.  How could another woman be so heartless?  

If the herb only induced nausea and vomiting in your case, it was safe to say that you were further along than originally anticipated.  Cohort root was used for early pregnancy, once the baby became a fetus your body likely presumed the herb as a threat and expelled it from your body to keep the baby from harm.  

“How…how stupid could you be?! What do you think Naoya is going to do when he finds out about this? You’ve put your own life in danger!”  

You didn’t know what Naoya was capable of, but you did know that he cared for you to some extent.  Toji sent off word to him that you were pregnant you knew, but the specifics of Emi and what she’d been doing since you arrived in the estate?  You had no idea. 

Naoya seemed like he could be a reasonable man, but you saw firsthand when he threatened to kill your brother that he didn’t plan to let anyone harm you, whether they were family or not.  

“I was comfortable… I thought he was only marrying you out of necessity.  But when word of your arrival started to float about the estate he began to change, he didn’t want me around anymore,” Emi ran a palm over her forehead in frustration before avoiding your saddening gaze.  “They took care of me… I was supposed to be his consort… you took that away from me by showing up here!” 

You were taken aback by Emi’s delusional confession.  The fact that she assumed she was entitled to her position as a consort was…surprising to say the least.  At least you knew what her motives were, you weren’t here to argue with her you just wanted clarity on everything that had taken place.   

Standing in silence you merely shoved the blanket that you brought with you through the bars of the cell and turned to lift your lantern to light the way back to the entrance.  You had spent enough time here; it was time to go before someone caught you down here. 

Emi watched as you retreated her frantic voice echoing throughout the empty corridor. 

“Master Zenin is a Tyrant you know! He’s worse than his father!  Once you’ve given him an heir he will cast you aside, beat you, and rape you just as his father did to his previous wives!  You’re just here to birth them children and nothing more!” 

Quickening your pace to the exit, you pinched your eyes shut as if it would keep the harshness of her words from penetrating your thoughts.  Did her words hold any merit to them?  She had been here for years possibly before you had arrived. 

When you first saw Emi Naoya was close to putting his hands on her as if it were something normal, at least until you intervened.  Is Naoya really as cruel as she is insinuating?  

A hand smudged with dirt reached out from the next cell along the wall and grasped ahold of your wrist, startling you and causing you to let out a surprised shriek.  You began to pull away from the person in haste, your urgency all but dissipated when you heard your name from a familiar voice. 

“Y/n..” 

Shifting the lantern so that the cell was illuminated you gasped in surprise upon feeling seeing a familiar set of navy-blue eyes and long dark hair. 

“Y-Yasu…?” 

The longer you stared at him, the more apparent his identity became.  He was filthy. His face was caked in dirt.. dried flaking blood dried on his face and his clothing, and his hair was disheveled and unkempt, grown long past his shoulders. 

Yasu was a member of your clan; he worked closely with your brother Sanosuke and was considered to be an elite sorcerer, well respected while a part of your clan.  You were under the impression he perished when your clan was attacked.  You were told that no one survived. 

Dropping to your knees you were exhilarated and then you were immediately filled with grief and sadness. 

“Oh my god, Yasu, how long have you been down here?!” Lifting the lantern higher, you sucked in a startled breath as the wounds on his face had become more apparent. His face was swollen, his eyes blackened, and on both of his wrists, you could see bruising lacerations on his skin.  “Yasu…” 

He was being tortured.  This was the only explanation.  More nausea and guilt washed over you as you latched onto his hand. 

“I have stopped counting the days Y/N, Yasu admitted, his stark expression never faltering as his eyes looked you over.  “You appear to be in good health, that’s good,” 

“I-I’m going to get you out of here okay? I had no idea that you were still alive, I can get you out” You weren’t aware that your tears had clouded over with tears, threatening to spill down your cheeks. 

“Rumors are going around… that you married the Zenin boy. Is it true?” 

The tears finally overflowed, and you remained wide-eyed and deathly silent, the wetness of your own tears startling you briefly.  He sounded so disappointed, almost as if you had betrayed him in some way.  

“I-” wiping away your tears with the sleeve of your cloak, you tried to find the words to appease him. 

Your conversation was interrupted abruptly, another hand shooting out to grasp hold of your wrist and pulling you away from the cell.  The lantern you were holding clattered to the ground the glass shattering and the faint glow of light it exuded was snuffed out.   

“This is the last place I thought I’d find you at this time of night,” Toji’s voice echoed menacingly throughout the dungeon as he scooped you up in his arms slipping one arm underneath the backs of your knees so that he could support you properly. 

“Toji!” You gasped in surprise, pushing at his chest while trying to get him to relinquish his grip.  “P-put me down, right now!” 

Toji kissed his teeth, his emerald eyes shifting over to Yasu in the cell.  They seemed to give off a faint aura the color of red, which alerted you that Jigoku was hovering or he may have already taken control of Toji’s body. 

“What would Naoya think if he found you conversing with the prisoners?” He turned to keep his eye on Yasu while heading back to the entrance of the dungeons.  Toji continued his tread forward, ascending the steps completely oblivious to your futile attempts to push out of his arms. 

“No, wait! I need to talk to him!”  Pounding Toji’s chest with your fists feebly, you began to weep more.  “Yasu!” 

You weren’t able to change Toji’s mind, not one bit. He brought you back to your bedroom as expected, the guards you dismissed earlier were still nowhere in sight.  

Placing you down on the edge of your mattress he began to retreat to be sure that the double doors of the room were closed. 

You could only watch him through bleary eyes still overwhelmed by the fact that someone other than Sanosuke was still alive after the Zenin attack.  Yasu had been down in the dungeons for who knows how long and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he felt as if you betrayed your own family.  

Using the sleeves of your cloak to wipe away your tears you pinned Toji with an uneasy glance.  Yasu needed to be released as soon as possible but you already knew it wouldn’t happen without the go-ahead from Naoya. 

“How long has that prisoner been in the dungeons?  And how long have your guards been beating him?” Your voice began to lose its edge as a sob wracked your body both of your hands cradling your wilting body.  Just thinking of the pain that Yasu had possibly gone through made you stick to your stomach and you began to cry harder. “He- he should be released at once…” 

The mattress dipping beside you brought your puffy reddening eyes up to meet Toji’s, the abnormally warm palms of his bare hands cradling both of your cheeks.   

He tutted, his thumbs wiping away the tears from your eyes his head canting off to the side as if he were in deep thought.  

“Let him out please,” you whimpered, a wave of exhaustion coming over you as Toji shushed you. 

“Shh, calm down lady Zenin,” the right side of his scarred lip pulled back into a grin.  You could see the pointed ends of his canines that same red tint passing over the greens of his iris’.  “Who is that prisoner to you? He won’t be released without the permission of Naoya Zenin, you know this,” 

The tone of Toji’s voice began to shift… a deep rumbling that caused your chest to grow tight with anticipation.  It was both terrifying and soothing simultaneously and caused your eyes to seal tightly as his fingertips began to skim the length of your throat.  They left a searing heat in their wake making you shudder under your breath.  

“He’s family,” you squeaked, voice barely audible. 

Every time Jigoku touched you, you felt as if the very life were being sucked out of you.  You became lethargic and sluggish, but there was a comforting veil of something that you couldn’t put your finger on. Whatever it was it left you feeling comfortable, at ease, and almost malleable. 

Toji’s fingers worked diligently, untying the leather drawstrings on your cloak, and moved to remove it from your shoulders.  It fell into a soundless heap on the comforter behind you, the rumbling of Jigoku’s familiar voice filling the room.   

“You’re stressing over things you cannot control my little pet,” Jigoku slid off the edge of the bed to kneel in front of you making quick work of untying the laces on your boots and sliding them off your feet. “Now, I, on the other hand, could possibly be of assistance,” 

Your eyes were raw and your body tired, but they flew open when you felt one of his palms skimming up over the back of your calf guiding the hem of your chemise up over your knees to expose the skin of your thighs. 

His eyes were bright and smoldering, darkening with want.  Even in your dazed state, you could see that he was feening to touch you. 

This was the second time that Jigoku had offered you his help, and each time he wanted something in return. What was he offering you? The release of Yasu?  But more importantly, what did he want in return? 

Abruptly, you lost your balance falling flat on your back against the mattress.  Your eyes hazily focused on the ornately decorated ceiling above you while being mildly aware of the way Jigoku had maneuvered your legs so that they were both slung lazily over his shoulders.   

Teeth.., and the steaming heat of his tongue savoring the way the soft flesh of your inner thighs ebbed underneath the points of his sharpened teeth. 

“Why is it that you smell even sweeter than I remember?” Jigoku nosed toward the apex of your thighs, the tip of his tongue prodding at the crotch of your undergarments. “I could just eat you up,” 

All the air left your lungs in a rush the pressure from his tongue against your sex prompting your toes to curl.  Out of breath, you forced yourself up resting on your elbows while straining your neck to meet those burning red eyes. 

“W-what are you-?” You winced, a sharp pain shooting up your spine interrupting your complaint, and again ended up flat on your back once more, the room beginning to spin overhead. 

Jigoku had embedded his canines into the sensitive flesh of your thighs puncturing the skin.  He was feeding from you, it was obvious by the way you could feel he was suckling your skin.  While one of his palms held your thigh flush against his mouth two fingers from the other slipped into the cloth of your underwear. 

Your limbs had grown heavy, you were impaired, breaths coming out in heavy pants while those fingers delved deep inside of your slick in a well-practiced curl. 

Arching your back off the mattress you attempted to stifle a sordid whine followed by a few hushed words. 

“W-what is it that you want…?” 

Jigoku pulled his teeth out of the flesh of your thigh the flat of his tongue passing over the freshly made incisions from his teeth before peeling the underwear away from your middle to fix his mouth against your pulsing core.   

Gurgling out a gasp of pleasure Jigoku’s mouth remained pressed against you his tongue swathing up any excretions of your arousal that had been smeared along by his fingers.  His mouth was aggressive sloppily devouring you licking along your slit in tandem with his thick fingers, that was close to sending you over the edge. 

Your back went rigid an almost painful zap of electricity shooting up your spine before everything before your eyes went a blinding white.  An orgasm wracked through your body abdomen contracting and your body convulsing wildly before Jigoku pulled his mouth off you. 

“ This”  

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Jolting upright, you found yourself covered in sweat and your body warm to the touch.  You felt delirious, your mind and body replaying the buzzing sensations of your body spasming from the aftermath of phantom orgasm. 

“Was...” In a fit of panic, you lifted the hem of your chemise to inspect the skin along your inner thighs.  There was nothing there, no bruising, no open wounds, which gave you much relief.  Perhaps it was a dream.  Jigoku had his way of getting into your head on multiple occasions.  

What did he, it, whatever Jigoku was, what did he want?  Although he had saved you on more than one occasion, just what was this curse trying to do?  And how were you supposed to get him out of Toji? 

A gentle knock at your door and the doors pushing open startled you out of your thoughts.  It was Lianne, the fabric of a thick gown folded neatly over her arm as she entered the room. 

“My Lady, you’re awake, I’m surprised,”  she smiled sitting the gown on a nearby table.  “Don’t feel the need to be up so early, you are with child so you should get as much rest as possible,” 

Your throat tightened uncomfortably at her words.  Forcing a smile yourself, you slid off the bed eager to wash away the wet dreams from the night before. 

“I am well rested; I’d like to take a bath if it’s not too much trouble.” 

Lianne nodded in agreement, bowing slightly.  “Of course, my lady, I’ll have the bath prepared for you, and then breakfast after.” 

The morning seemed to pass in slow motion. After your bath, Lianne was especially attentive to you, helping you dress in a long-sleeved navy wool gown that was designed for the winter months. It fit you rather snugly but was still modestly fashionable.  

She even dried your hair smoothing it back into an elegant bun and took the time to pin it back with a brooch that Naoya had bought you at some point. After a light breakfast, you convinced Lianne to accompany you around the property.  

Although you have been living here at the Zenin estate for months, you’ve only ever gotten a glimpse of the inside of it and its many corridors. Even at that you still didn’t know your way around the inside well enough. 

The outside of the estate was large enough, extravagant really. It sat up on top of a large green-covered hill that was still freshly dusted with bright snow. It would wilt with the coming winter, you noted.  

Down the front of the property were at least a dozen sets of stone steps carved out into the earth that led down to an obscenely large drawbridge that appeared to be manned by four men on top. 

This place was enormous. It was beautiful too, several different areas were fenced off on the inside of the drawbridge that you could see. Horse stables, smithing stations, and even gardens had begun to feel the wrath of the oncoming cold.  

Pulling the wool cloak that matched the navy blue of your dress tighter around your shoulders you shivered upon feeling the incoming cool breeze. 

“I never realized how big this place was,” You and Lianne stood outside the estate's doors overlooking the rest of the property watching as workers migrated in and out of the building bringing in grains and pallets of dried ingredients that you assumed would go to the kitchen. “It’s beautiful, but a lot is going on,” 

Lianne nodded in agreement following your gaze while stepping aside so others could pass.  

“Yes, we’re preparing for the winter, so it’s going to be a bit busy for the next couple of weeks. We should be expecting a storm soon, the weather is often not kind to us in this area of the province,” 

You merely nodded as if you were following her explanation the faint sound of what seemed to be hundreds of horse hooves thundering off in the distance. Lifting your eyes to survey the distance you began to grow confused, Lianne’s voice drowning out in the background.  

“What’s that noise?” you asked, curiosity getting the best of you. 

Lianne glanced at you before she fell silent, appearing to strain her ears to listen for what it was you were hearing.  

There was a large dust cloud that was visible just beyond the horizon that stole your attention and you realized that it either was a stampede of animals headed into town or possibly men on horses-hundreds of them. 

Lianne gasped in surprise as if she was caught off guard.  

“Ah, Master Noribito and Master Naoya have returned with their entourage!” Before you were aware of it, she was leading you back inside by the hand. “Come, we must get you inside, Master Naoya will not be thrilled if you are out in the cold for too long,” 

Thirty minutes later you found yourself waiting in the Foyer, with the others of the reception party waiting for your husband’s arrival. 

Naoya was the first to enter the estate dressed heavily in furs that kept him warm from the freezing weather outside. He looked worn out, his face and the tips of his ears covered with fresh windburn. Although he had been gone from the estate for less than two weeks, he looked older. Wiser. As if something had changed him while he was gone.  

Emi’s words echoed in the recesses of your brain. You felt detached as you stared into his handsome face, uncertainty flooding every fiber of your being. 

Once he gives you an heir, he will cast you aside! He’s a tyrant! Just like his father!  

Could you believe any of the words that Emi had spewed from her mouth? She could have just been trying to hurt you further, after all she wanted you  dead . 

Or was there some truth to her words...? 

Once Naoya’s grey eyes made contact with yours, he crossed the room briskly and without hesitation wrapped you in his arms pressing a loving kiss against your lips.  

He was still cold to the touch from the weather outside but his arms around you, his mouth against you, made your stomach flutter, heat steadily building deep within you.  

Naoya’s lips left you with a resounding smack and he instantly dropped to his knees pressing a kiss to the cloth of your dress atop your abdomen.  

“My son is growing within you, I know it.” 

[naoyaslut]

Differences Ch. 11

authors note: here's a short chapter… i haven't had much time to write anything. i took way too many classes this semester so I am slowly dying. also this past Thursday I got rear-ended by some dipshit so I am dealing with the repercussions of his stupidity. my neck my back. T_T any who please enjoy this short chapter while I suffer with more homework.

pairings: naoya zenin x reader x toji fushiguro/jigoku (oc)

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: treason!, mention of unknowingly poisoning pregnant reader, short chapter, profanity,

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It’d been at least a day since you last saw Toji or Jigoku, whatever the curse called himself nowadays. You’d been in bed, resting… and trying to tame the thoughts cruising through your head. It was almost as if you were looking through a kaleidoscope of different colors and beams of light blinding you from every direction.

He said that you were pregnant and scared the hell out of you. Naoya wasn’t here and until he returned, you didn’t want anyone to know of your suspected condition. Though, if you thought long and hard about it, it did make sense.

Your appetite was off the charts, you were always hungry. Even when you ate it seemed as if you weren’t satisfied. Your body ached for no reason in particular and you found yourself ill in the past when you weren’t sure what the cause was. Burying your face further into the down pillow you groaned under your breath as your stomach grumbled involuntarily. You were tired, exhausted, and afraid to leave your chambers in fear of running into Jigoku once more.

War, blood… and your own flesh in blood wanting to kill your husband and possibly your own would-be children. Nausea returned creeping from the pit of your belly crawling up your throat. Simply recalling his words causes your nerves to be wrung tight a sense of anxiety begins to wash over you.

You didn’t take notice of the door to your chambers opening, Lianne placing a hand softly on your shoulder. She gazed at you tenderly, offering you a soft smile.

“Lady Zenin… you’ve been in bed all day,” It was well after noon. You refused your breakfast choosing to instead sleep off the fatigue your body felt. “Would you like to eat something for lunch? Master Zenin will be very upset if I don’t feed you,”

Sighing under your breath, you nodded before pushing yourself up in bed. “Yes, that’s fine.. but something light please,”

You didn’t want to tell her that you weren’t feeling well. That would only cause more unwanted questions.

“I can dress, please have something prepared for me by the time I get to the kitchen.”

Lianne nodded with a smile and left your chambers to make preparations while you forced yourself out of bed to wash before dressing.

Making your way to the dining hall you sat at the large table alone. There was no one else in sight aside from a few servants walking back and forth dusting and cleaning the open area.

Lianne appeared momentarily, placing a small bowl of light broth on the table before you. It was filled with vegetables and what looked to be poultry, which you were grateful for.

You didn’t waste any time picking up the spoon in front of you and slowly began to eat the broth. The broth warmed you all the way down to the bones, your stomach grumbling in response when it hit your stomach.

It was light but flavorful, and the nausea you’d been experiencing earlier all but dissipated. The meal was delicious and more than welcome for your hunger.

“Did you want dessert, my lady?” Lianne asked, she was headed back to the kitchen, a curious look plastered on her face.

You simply shook your head in response offering her a weak smile.

“Maybe later, just this is fine.”

Lianne returned a smile and returned to the kitchen Emi passed her to enter the dining room on her way out.

Emi smiled sweetly at you before setting the silver tray on the dining room table. Stepping away from the table she turned to you, twisting her hands in one another in what seemed to be nervousness.

“My lady, would you like some tea?”

Even though you thought Emi was foul and you wanted nothing to do with her the gesture seemed at least a little bit genuine. And you would be sure that the tea would help with unsettling nausea that seemed to rest in the pit of your gut.

“Yes please, thank you…”

Emi smiled cheerily and reached back over to the tray to take hold of one of the empty teacups. She busied herself with pouring the hot tea from the teapot while Toji soundlessly entered the dining room.

His sudden appearance startled you, even more so as he took the empty seat beside you his dimming gaze sweeping over your face languidly.

“Good afternoon, lady Zenin, I feel as if I haven’t seen you in days,” Toji quipped, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Lianne entered the dining room once more, placing a bowl of soup in front of Toji and taking your near-empty bowl with her before turning back toward the kitchen.

“Good morning… I have been feeling under the weather,”

Toji chuckled under his breath, the silky-smooth sound causing the heat of embarrassment to creep up your neck.

Emi dropped three sugar cubes into the tea she had poured, stirring it slowly until they dissolved. Emi knew you loved your tea sweet, so she added another for good measure before sitting the cup down in front of you.

“Your tea, my lady,” Emi bowed slightly, turning to retrieve the empty tray in an attempt to return to the kitchen.

“Thank you,” reaching for the cup, you paused when a slightly bitter scent wafted up from your cup. You were expecting the gentle floral aroma that you normally smelled when you had your tea, but this was different. “Emi, is this different from my usual tea? It smells a bit… stale,”

Emi halted pressing the silver tray flat against her abdomen, her eyes growing wide in surprise at your question.

“Ah, yes my lady, it seems as if we are out of your favorite brew… but from what I’m told this one is just as delightful,” Emi forced a nervous smile, her eyes shifting from you to Toji where he was sending her a glare, his expression motionless and flat.

You again reached for your tea but paused as Toji put up a flat palm signaling you to wait. The air was tense and you could sense that Emi was becoming nervous.

“Then you drink it,” Toji suggested. His icy expression never changed a bit as he waited in silence, expecting her to avoid the cup.

Glancing down at the cup of tea still steaming, your eyes returned to Toji and then Emi who was backing away from the table once again.

“I-I’m not thirsty… Master Toji, I made it for Lady Zenin,” Emi pressed, avoiding Toji’s hardening gaze.

You were confused as to why Toji seemed to be so on edge and equally baffled by Emi’s odd behavior. Something was going on… did Emi do something to your drink?

“Then you’ll taste it, to be sure it’s safe for Lady Zenin won’t you?” Toji stood, grabbed the teacup, and walked around the table holding it out for Emi to grasp.

By this time Lianne and a couple of other maids from the kitchen had entered the dining room. Everyone stood quietly watching as the scene began to unfold.

Emi looked everywhere but at Toji, her eyes dancing over all the women in the room who was about to see her undoing.

“Master Toji- plea-“

The teacup shattering against a nearby wall got an audible gasp from all the workers in the room including you. “T-Toji!”

Toji ignored you as you rose from your seat, pulling the hem of your gown from underneath your feet while you stood behind him intent on stopping his angry outburst.

“Are you aware that it’s treason to try and poison the lady of the house?”

His words caused you to stop in your tracks and Lianne pulled you aside away from Toji as he continued to drill into Emi. Her hands still clutched the silver tray against herself a cold sweat beginning to form along her brow.

“I-I would never” Emi tried to intervene again, but Toji wouldn’t allow it.

Toji interrupted her once more workers and a few sentries crowded into the dining room to see what all the commotion was.

Everyone stood in silence, one of the guards speaking up to see what was going on.

“Master Toji, what’s going on?” The guard who spoke up was young, he had probably not been a guard of the estate very long. Maybe having graduated from his training before the others set out on their voyage.

Toji glanced over his shoulder, holding a hand up once more his expression very much like stone. “Stand by,”

Emi let out a ragged breath, took a step away from Toji, and began to curl in on herself before she began blubbering out apologies.

“Master Toji… I swear it on my own mother’s life… I did not intend to poison Lady Zenin… I ju-”

“And yet you’ve been doing it for months,” Toji pulled the Tanto at his hip from its sheath pointing it in Emi’s direction almost lazily. “Did you know that Lady Zenin is with child? Naoya’s heir grows within her womb, so technically you’ve tried to kill his beloved wife and his child. What do you have to say to that?”

Emi dropped the tray she’d latched onto in astonishment, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. Slowly, she made eye contact with you while retreating another step away from Toji. “S-she’s pregnant?”

Toji clicked his tongue in annoyance, sheathing his weapon and turning his back to Emi. He briefly glanced at the young guard before his gaze landed on you.

“Seize her and take her to the dungeons, until Naoya returns from his trip,” Toji held out a hand for you to take and began to guide you out of the dining room. “I’m sure he will want to deal with this one personally,”

The two guards wasted no time restraining Emi as she flailed uselessly yelling out apologies that were barely understood in between her sobs.

“No no, Lady Zenin I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, honest! I didn’t know!”

The doors of the dining room slammed shut behind you and Toji as he guided you back to what you assumed were your chambers. His hand that had been firmly holding yours slowly migrated to your bicep as he pulled you along. You didn’t realize it, but you were slowing down giving him slight resistance as you paced through the halls.

“S-she was poisoning me..?” You asked incredulously, dread creeping into your chest nausea again beginning to churn in your belly.

How could you not have seen it sooner? Every time that Emi offered you tea, you’d become ill later in the night. It had already happened twice before, and you were just now realizing it. You were so caught up with everything else going on within the estate that you never gave Emi a second thought.

You knew she didn’t like you, but you hardly had any idea to this extent. Sighing in exasperation you glanced up at Toji, your voice shaking almost violently. The palm of your free hand covered your abdomen while Toji pried open the double doors to the bedroom you shared with Naoya.

“What if… whatever she was giving me hurt my baby…?” Your voice dropped to a whisper, as fear began to wrap around your heart squeezing it tight.

Toji ushered you into the room and made sure to close the doors behind both of you before he turned to you, brushing the hand along your abdomen aside. His large palm sprawled flat against the fabric of your gown the warmth from his fingertips seemingly seeping into your skin underneath.

Underneath those dim hues of his, you could see that spark of sanguine red, the color of blood underneath. He was in there. You weren’t sure if he was controlling Toji or if they were slowly melding into one being. It was a rare occurrence but even you had read about it in books dating back to ancient times.

“There’s nothing wrong with the child, if it were harmed or dead, you’d know it.” Toji removed his hand from your belly and took a step away from you to put a small gap between you. “I need to send a carrier pigeon to Naoya’s destination, he must be informed of the events that have transpired here at the estate,”

With that Toji turned, giving you his back for the second time today.

Without thinking, you grasped at the sleeve of his kimono to keep him here for a moment longer. You were afraid. Actually, you were terrified, that one of the women that were supposed to look after you had been slowly poisoning you this whole time.

“Wait… I” You stumbled over your words. You wanted to keep the knowledge that you were pregnant to yourself as long as possible and Toji had just announced it to everyone who had stayed back in the estate. “Please… don’t inform Naoya that I am pregnant, I didn’t want him to find out in this manner…” “There’s nothing we can do about it, now. He needs to know, it will only serve to get him back here as soon as possible anyway,”

He was right. He would find out sooner than later, even if it wasn’t from Toji. Releasing your hold on Toji’s sleeve you moved away to put a respectable distance between you. Perhaps Toji could sense your uneasiness because he had crowded you once more the fingers of his right curling around the nape of your neck to hold you in place.

You remained ramrod stiff in his hold as the heat of his breath gusted over your face and then the curve of your throat.

“Don’t worry, we’ll post guards outside of your doors 24-7,” His verdant eyes shined over once again, the faint glint of red passing over the iris’. “Lianne will be the only one allowed in your chambers and perhaps I’ll come to visit you again in the night to put you to sleep,”

You released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding, the substantial amount of heat emitting from Toji’s body beginning to smother you. You felt… as if you were suffocating and as the seconds ticked by, he seemed to be further invading your personal space until his lips grazed your own.

A quiet knock at the door caused him to cease his actions, Lianne’s voice filling the deathly silent space a quick moment after.

“My Lady, it’s Lianne… I’ve come to check on you,”

Toji released you, turning for the double doors to pull them open and he left without another word.

Lianne watched as he turned down the corridor, before turning to you her eyes obviously confused. You looked tired, and drained and she could see it. She helped you to the bed and helped you sit down on the edge before kneeling in front of you.

“My lady… are you alright?”

[naoyaslut]

pairings: naoya zenin x femreader x toji fushiguro

warnings: n/a

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Over the next month, the big snowstorm that Lianne had mentioned had begun to hover over the Zenin estate.  Luckily the proper precautions were taken, there was enough food and supplies throughout to outlast the big storm. 

If you had an issue with being trapped in your room due to Naoya’s say so, now you were becoming stir crazy.  Weeks ago, Naoya had informed you that Yasu had been retrieved from the dungeons. You were desperate to see how he was doing with your own two eyes, but Naoya wouldn’t allow it. 

“He’s not in a state you’d want to see him in, give him some time to recover and I swear it, I’ll let you visit him,” 

You frowned at the thought of Naoya’s words.  He had said that weeks ago... and now.  You brushed your hands over the front of your dress as if it would cause the small protrusion to go away.  It made you uneasy, wearing the gowns that Naoya had made for you, the snug fabric showed a very small bump from your pregnant belly.  

Last night when you went to bed you noticed nothing. This morning when you had awoken, the small bump had just… suddenly appeared.  

But now, Yasu was up and moving. Naoya was supposed to take you to see him today and you were becoming impatient. It was well into the afternoon and Naoya hadn’t returned from his meeting with Toji and his father. 

You paced back and forth in your room impatiently, glancing over your shoulder every thirty seconds. Your nerves were getting the best of you. You were both excited and afraid to see Yasu again. 

You were unsure of how he would take the news of how things had unfolded. Your village being destroyed, your father perishing, … your marriage to a Zenin. Things had happened so quickly, and Yasu undoubtedly was in the dark for all of it. 

“Lady Zenin, you have been shuffling around back and forth your room for the last hour... whatever is the matter?” Lianne sat in a chair near the fireplace, her fingers that were busy knitting a blanket coming to a complete stop.  

Hesitantly you offered Lianne a glance and an even shorter smile, just so she wouldn’t inquire any further. 

“I am just eager for Naoya to return… that’s all,” This was part of the truth. He had been away all day and there was no telling what he had been discussing with his father and the others.  

Lianne rested the blanket in her lap and smiled. “The storms are beginning to pass… perhaps when some of the snow melts, we can tour some of the shops in town-” 

Neither you nor Lianne had heard the doors of the room swing open and Naoya’s voice filling the hanging silence and startling both of you, with him interjecting at Lianne’s suggestion. 

“What on earth would give you the notion of parading my pregnant wife around in town while pregnant, as if she’d be safe?” 

Lianne tucked the blanket in her lap against her legs and stood bending at the waist to greet Naoya. She apologized immediately after. 

“Forgive me, Lord Zenin, I was merely suggesting an outing since Lady Zenin has been stuck inside for so long…” 

Naoya click ed his tongue in annoyance as he stalked across the room, his eyes widening marginally as he paused in front of you as if he were noticing the rounded protrusion at the front of your belly. He appeared to be stuck in place, his lips pressed into a thin line. 

“Leave us,” Naoya cut into Lianne’s unfinished apology abruptly and she quickly got up from her seat to shuffle over to the exit of the room. “Close the door behind you,” 

“Yes, my lord,” Lianne’s words were mumbled before she closed the doors after her leave, leaving you in the room with your husband, who seemed fascinated at what his eyes had homed in on, your belly. 

You stood in silence, a bit of nervousness falling over you as you watched Naoya creep even closer to your location. Not once had his eyes left your abdomen to look at you. 

“Naoya?” You spoke tentatively, exhaling a shaky breath when both of his hands crowded around your stomach. His hands were large and the feel beneath them warm as they covered your belly face in awe. 

“You’re beginning to show already… You must be further along than the doctor predicted,” Naoya’s grey eyes met with yours briefly before he dropped to one knee like had done once before. Eagerly, he pressed his ear against your tummy, one of his hands still cradling the small bump of your pregnant belly. 

You weren’t exactly sure when you fell pregnant, but Naoya may have been right, perhaps you were further along than the two of you initially thought. 

“It just… kind of appeared overnight,” your breath caught in your throat once more when Naoya lovingly pressed a kiss to the fabric of your dress, his gray eyes once more meeting with your own. 

He didn’t stay kneeling for long, rising to stand with one of his large hands interlocking his fingers with yours. 

“I will protect you and our child with my life, I promise you that,” He brought the back of your hand to his mouth lips skimming along its skin lightly before his lips curved into a faint but seemingly genuine smile. “I am eager for our son to arrive,” 

Your face grew crimson in embarrassment from his actions. Ones that seemed to come along so naturally and were the stark contrast to his usual demeanor. He was stern with you at times, but this kind of talk and behavior from him… filled your heart with butterflies. But you were also afraid of what else was to come. What if you weren’t pregnant with his son, but a daughter? Naoya seemed so completely sure that the child would be male, what would be the consequences if it were not? 

“I am eager as well…” your voice began to while trying to imagine what it would be like to have a family of your own. 

A light rapping sounded at the heavy wooden doors before Toji’s monotone voice reverberated a moment later. 

“The L/N clan member… Lady Zenin’s acquaintance is up and moving about, should she still wish to speak with him,” 

Toji offered nothing more and after that lonely sentence, you could hear his footsteps beginning to recede down the hall.  

You could tell by Naoya’s body language that it was the last thing he wanted to hear, he had become rigid at the spine and his jaw taut to prevent any obscenities from flying out of his mouth. 

“Come, you wanted to talk with him at some point, right?” 

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Quite the surprise to you Naoya escorted you into a study on the other side of the estate where Yasu stood stoic, his face unreadable upon you entering the room behind Naoya. But his expression softened once he saw your face but then the uncertainty was back once he saw that you were pregnant. 

“Lady... Zenin,” 

Naoya stood near the double doors of the entrance, his back pressed against the doorframe, both of his forearms crossed rigidly against his chest. His Eyes were icy as he openly glowered at Yasu when he greeted you. It was as if he were daring him to cross the line. Of course, he wasn’t going to allow you to be in this room, alone with another man. It didn’t matter how friendly the two of you had been before this damned war had begun. 

Instantly he could see your mood improve. You openly wept in front of the man and in turn, he sat ramrod stiff, unsure of how he should console you. Yasu’s gaze flickered toward Naoya briefly before he returned his attention to you standing before him. 

Naoya wasn’t listening to the conversation that you were having with Yasu. He was simply observing how the two of you interacted. He wanted to determine if there was anything more than a simple friendship that had been established before you became his wife. 

Now he was having second thoughts about keeping this one alive. Perhaps he should have died with the others.  

Seeing Yasu seemingly rejuvenated caused you to shed the relief and guilt that had seemed to wedge itself in your chest since you had seen him last. Naoya kept his word and Yasu appeared as if he had been well taken care of. He was freshly shaven, his hair that had long grown down his back cut short and out of his face. He looked like you had remembered him. 

You were extremely grateful and even moved to tears once you got to speak with him. 

“I’m so happy you’re doing well, you look like a brand-new man,” You became silent as the guilt that was so heavy before slowly began to creep its way back into your gut. You knew that this war... none of this was your fault.  

You had nothing to do with it. Both you and Yasu were victims of the circumstances... but for some reason, you couldn’t push aside the guilt that you felt for Yasu being confined here.  

“I’m so sorry Yasu...” Clasping your fingers into the fabric of your gown, you began to wring the material until it started to wrinkle in your grip. 

“Lady L/N-… Zenin,” Yasu corrected himself, offering you a faint smile. “Please, don’t anguish about any of this, it’s nothing that either of us could have changed. It’s not your fault,” Yasu stood up a little straighter, lifting a hand before dropping back to his side.  

If this were under any other circumstance he’d comfort, you. But you were no longer a L/N. You were a Zenin, and he had no right, nor the privilege to touch you at all. 

“I’m grateful for you, what you did to get me out of there. I owe you my life,” 

Startled, you took a step back as Yasu took a knee before you proceeded to lower his head in thanks.  

“From here on out I vow to protect you and your child in the future... alongside the new head of the Zenin Cl-,” 

Naoya clicked his tongue, interrupting Yasu as he began to rise to his feet and waltzed over to step in between you and Yasu.  

“That’s enough for now, Yasu has other business to attend to,” Naoya gritted out, his words curt and harsh. He seemed to be annoyed. 

Yasu spoke of the new head of the Zenin Clan, but you weren’t aware of anyone else taking over. Naobito was the head of the Zenin Clan until he handed it over to either one of his brothers or Naoya or whenever he perished.  

Whatever was going on, even Yasu knew more than what you did, and it was clear that Naoya didn’t want you to hear about any further details. 

Naoya practically dragged you out of the study, his larger hand swallowing yours as he tugged you down the corridor. By now it was near evening, and the help was still hastily running around the estate, preparing everything so that the rest of the storm could be waited out in comfort. 

Naoya stopped outside of the familiar double doors of your shared bedroom still clasping your hand in his as he turned to face you. 

“I hope that little reunion was enough to satisfy you,” Naoya huffed, his thumb smoothing over your hand, ever so dainty in his calloused one. 

You offered him a genuine smile, nodding appreciatively.  

“It was... thank you Naoya-sama,” Even if it was a short time, you still appreciated what he had allowed, and even that Yasu was spared. It lifted some of the guilt off your shoulders of finding him down in that dungeon. 

“Good,” Naoya released your hand and turned his gaze down the corridor to see Toji approaching once more. “I’ll have Lianne prepare a bath for you and bring you something to eat, it appears that there is something more I have to deal with before retiring for the night,” 

Toji offered you a half bow the corner of his lips twitching up into a crooked smirk before he opened his mouth. 

“Good evening, my lady,” 

Naoya scoffed at his greeting, clicking his tongue in agitation.  

“That’s enough, what is it now?” 

Toji stood upright, chuckling lightly under his breath before his tone became rather serious. 

“The girl's execution was postponed because of an oncoming storm, if we leave her down in the dungeons, she’ll freeze to death...” Toji raised a brow in question. “Are you fine with me leaving her down there?” 

You gasped in surprise, the familiar feeling of dread creeping back into your belly. Emi. You had completely forgotten about her... and now both Naoya and Toji were discussing her as if she were nothing more than yesterday's trash. 

“N-naoya...” You uttered his name in disbelief at what Toji was suggesting, knowing that he wouldn’t want you to get involved. “You can’t just leave her down there to die like that,” 

Naoya’s jaw tensed at Toji’s careless words, knowing that it would upset you if you heard anything further about it. He sighed, releasing a heavy breath before pushing the doors open a bit wider. 

“Go inside and wait for Lianne, I’ll return soon,” 

[naoyaslut]

overtime - NSFW 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

wordcount: 5,245

pairing: naoya zenin x!femreader 18+

warnings: thigh fxcking, fingering, slight dubcon, bossy naoya.

notes: is smut, loosely edited(constantly being edited)pretty boy naoya/mannish naoya/CEO naoya. im definitely thinking of making this a series.

Episode 2

5 am. It’s early, too early for you at least. You never were a morning person, but for this job you had to make sacrifices to make certain aspects fall into place. The sun was just starting to creep over the horizon creating a dusty gradient of orange, red, and pink to engulf the cloudless sky. You groaned internally as you pulled into the underground garage navigating up to the top floor of the garage to park. You had a personal parking spot right next to your boss’s spot, that was adjacent to the floor’s elevator to conveniently get you up to the office as quickly as possible.

Being a personal assistant was challenging, but you loved how you were often required to think on your toes and how no matter what you were tasked out with there was always SOMETHING that needed to be done. But... your boss for the past year, was something else. Naoya Zenin. You’ve learned to maneuver around him without upsetting him too often over time, but he actually was slime. As long as you did everything right you weren’t on the receiving end of his arsenal. That meant that sometimes you had to be stern. You had to be mean. Or even sometimes you had to be a bitch to make sure that your boss, the calculating, misogynistic, asshole didn’t chew you out on the daily.

He liked you, at least you assumed so. At least he had moved on from insulting you daily and blatantly stating the obvious that you were a woman and “women” should know their place in this terrible world. You clicked your tongue, in annoyance stepping out of the black company car. Being sure to grab your belongings and his black coffee from the center console’s cup holder.

Standing up right you headed over towards the elevator, nudging the car door with your hip before departing. The up button illuminated upon pushing it while you waited patiently for the elevator to show up. You were exhausted, but appreciative that it was Friday. Weekends were your personal days so long as you finished everything you needed to prepare for the following week.

Rocking back on the balls of your feet you smiled to yourself thinking about the evening you had planned. You had a “date”. You were crossing your fingers for some much-needed company and alone time with someone of the opposite sex who was not Naoya. Visibly you scowled at the thought.

It’s not that Naoya Zenin wasn’t attractive, as a matter of fact he was very attractive. He was probably every woman’s dream, in regards to his physical appearance. He was tall, blonde, and he was solid. You’ve seen him without a shirt on in more than one occasion, and that man must treat his body like a temple because it was gorgeous. Strong lean biceps, abs, and a perfectly chiseled jaw line.

The only downside was his attitude. The way he talked down to people to include women was a complete turn off. He absolutely loved to be condescending, he seemed to revel in the reactions he got as well.

The doors to the elevator parted to reveal an empty car, and you stepped inside pushing the number 20, for the executive floor. Your ID badge went into the card reader right after and the doors closed on themselves the car starting to move through the elevator shaft.

The elevator came to a slow halt and the double doors opened up smoothly, jerking back into their compartments and you exited making a beeline for the office located in the rear of the floor. The fluorescent lighting was still dim and the floor was completely empty aside from yourself.

Bending at the waist you gingerly sat the venti coffee cup down on a black square table coaster on the center table inside the waiting lounge. You placed your duffel bag along with your satchel down on the table as well, flipping open it’s flap to fish out your cellphone.

Naoya hardly ever came into work this early, but since he hadn’t actually gotten any sleep the night before he thought it to be wise. He had company over that came in the form of one busty platinum blonde and one busty brunette. They were a hand full for sure and it was extremely out of character for him to make time to “play” during the week.

The elevator doors retracted for a second time with Naoya stepping off briskly beginning to walk towards his office. He slowed down to a halt when he caught a glimpse of you bending over the glass table top of the small table in the middle of the room. The navy-blue pencil skirt you wore fit snugly against your bottom half obscenely accentuating the curve of your ass.

Out of all of the assistants that he could have hired, he chose you. There were plenty of attractive women that applied for the job, but 90% of them didn’t have any idea how to organize, plan, and schedule. You proved to be proficient and you worked well under pressure. His own constant nagging and degradation didn’t seem to bother you either, you never talked back. There was always a simple nod in confirmation and going above and beyond to get it done.

It caught him off guard, not the first thing he expected to see first thing in the morning. He watched as you stood upright again shifting all of your weight onto one stiletto adorn foot, once you retrieved the phone out of your bag. Holding it in your left hand, your right one shifted to adjust the cream floral printed silk blouse pulling the bunched fabric back up on your shoulders.

Naoya thought you were an attractive woman, and had you not been his personal assistant he probably would have fucked you a long time ago. You always came into the office looking your best, not overly sultry but still smartly dressed and in compliance with the dress code. He studied your expression as you unlocked your phone, lips pursed with your perfectly arched brows coming together in concentration.

Why was he leering at his personal assistant so early in the morning? Maybe it’s the alcohol still in his system. Shaking himself from his own thoughts, he resumed walking muffling a quick word before stalking towards his office.

“Morning.” Naoya mumbled as he resumed his stride, eyeing the way your top exposed the skin of your shoulders.

Snapping your head around, your eyes followed your boss as he opened up his office door. Slightly taken aback you picked up his coffee and proceeded to follow him into his office.

“Ah, Mr. Zenin. Good morning.” You smiled brightly as you placed his coffee down on his desk, it was still slightly warm from the short walk up. You stared, your smile slipping off of your face. Blinking slowly, you scrutinized his disheveled appearance pursing your lips in disapproval. Eyes going from his wrinkled suit jacket to the smudges of what looked to be foundation and lipstick on the collar of his button up underneath. It was clear what he was doing last night, and by the looks of it he didn’t take the time to clean up.

Naoya sat in his chair behind his desk and grabbed the cup of coffee you placed in front of him taking a quick sip. He looked tired, but still pleasant to look at. Eyes blood shot and dark bags seated underneath his eyes.

Naoya’s steeled gaze shifted from his idling computer screen back to your face as you stood in front of his desk as your eyes darted over him from head to toe.

“You’re staring, Y/N.” chided Naoya.

Your cheeks went red as cleared your throat, slightly embarrassed. You intertwined your fingers together in front of you resting them tightly against your abdomen. Wetting your lips, you began to speak.

“Hopefully, I’m not crossing the line Mr. Zenin.. but you look... -” Naoya’s eyes narrowed and you stopped talking immediately. Clearing your throat, you began again with a list of appointments he had scheduled for the day.

“I have your dry cleaning in my office, you’ll need to change out of that.” You smiled sweetly, emphasizing the last word of your sentence. “And don’t forget that you have your meeting with Mr. Matsumoto today at 9 AM for his closing.”

Naoya visibly rolled his eyes as he shifted his attention from your face down to your collarbones that peeked out over the fabric of your blouse. Slumping back into his chair he half listened while he made mental notes of the way you looked while you spoke and continued to drink the coffee he had been nursing earlier.

Your hands had gone to resting at the curve of your hip, and you bit your lip thoughtfully while shooting glances towards the ceiling as you elaborated on your explanations. You were a very animated person, especially when you talked. The tips of your french manicure tapping idly at your chin or faintly nibbling on the tip of your nail before contemplating what to add.

He looked exhausted. And possibly drunk? He was paying you an ungodly amount of attention this morning, at least with his eyes he was. You didn’t miss the way they lingered on your face or on other places of your body as you stood there. Shifting uncomfortably, you glanced at your watch just to put your attention on anything else. He didn’t say another word, his jaw setting tightly once you finished talking. You assumed that meant he had heard you.

“Can I get you anything before I start running errands?” He still said nothing, only sighing as if exasperated running a hand through his messy blonde hair. “I have some ibuprofen if you need it sir.”

Finally, he responded placing a hand on his forehead before folding over on the desk and resting his head down on its surface.

“Just get out and wake me up in two hours.” Nodding you turned to take your leave. “And bring me another black coffee when you get back.”

You closed the door after you stepped out of the office retrieving your own items before heading towards your own office. The lights were now brightly lit, and a few of the other employees were starting to mill onto the floor for work. That included Naoya’s secretary, Liana. Liana was a cute shy little thing, but she always made the best of any situation.

She had just sat down at her desk outside of Naoya’s office, inserting her common access card into the card reader on her computer. Stopping by her desk you leaned your hip against it placing a hand on her shoulder before you began to speak.

“Good morning, Liana, Mr. Zenin is in his office taking a nap. I’ll be back in two hours to get him up, so hold all calls until after his 9am meeting. He’s having a bad morning.”

Liana’s brown eyes opened wide as she turned towards you nodding in acknowledgement. “Yes, of course Miss F/N.” Smiling you stood upright and grabbed your own things before heading off to your own smaller office next door to Naoya’s.

Removing your iPad from your satchel you sat down in your office chair and began to take care of a few administrative tasks that you needed to have done before the weekend. Exactly two hours later you found yourself back at Naoya’s office with his dry cleaning and black coffee lightly rapping on the door before entering.

Pushing the door open you stepped in closing the door behind you. Naoya was standing in the middle of his office with his back facing you running a dark towel through his damp hair attempting to dry it. Pausing you stood in place holding his dry cleaning against your bosom your lips parting to dampen them with your tongue.

He was shirtless again, sporting a pair of snug fitting grey sweatpants. Broad shoulders shifting accordingly as he continued to drag the damp towel throughout his partially dried hair. Thick cords of muscle flexing as his arms went back and forth. Your mouth had gone dry for a second time. Why was he so perfect? You were literally gawking at him but masked your interest with simple indifference as he turned to face you.

Naoya smirked as he draped the towel he was using over the back of his office chair, giving you full display of his well-defined abdominal muscles. Holy.. You smiled tightly, a bit of heat rising to your cheeks as you stepped forward.

“I have your suit Mr. Zenin.” You draped it over the sectional that was aligned next to the door and sat his coffee down on his desk. “I’ll leave you to get ready for your meeting, I forwarded your itinerary to your email and your schedule for next week for your trip to Akasaka.”

Turning on your heel you reached for the door handle, pulling it open only to have it slammed shut by a heavy palm coming from behind you. Startled you staggered on your heels and glanced over your shoulder bringing your attention back to your boss; who had crossed the room now looming over you.

Smiling sheepishly, you cleared your throat becoming slightly uncomfortable at his close proximity.

“Mr. Zenin?”

Naoya hovered above you, dimly lit grey eyes staring down into your own. His right hand was still pressed against the door with no more of an inch of space between the two of you. His gaze was intense, those grey eyes roving over every inch of your exposed skin.

“Naoya.” he said “Call me Naoya when we’re alone.”

Your throat grew tight as his hungry gaze bounced from your glossed lips down to the crevice of your throat. He was making you nervous, and you cast your gaze off anywhere else in the room silently hoping that he’d put some distance between you both. Instead Naoya grasped hold of your jaw firmly, bringing your attention back to lock eyes with his own. He grinned slyly as he looked down at you, his calloused thumb grazing over your bottom lip.

“Say it.” he ordered.

You paused briefly at the demand, unsure if he was serious or not. His eyes narrowed slightly in warning, and you nodded compliantly before mumbling his name.

“Naoya.” Forcing a tight smile, you nervously took a step backwards which put your back flush up against the only exit. It only prompted Naoya to take another step forward again making the distance between you even more miniscule. The heat of your embarrassment continued to rise into your face as you placed a manicured hand on his chest with the intent to nudge him back to give you some breathing room.

“Naoya, please.” you complained looking him in the eye trying to thwart the swelling warmth that was creeping up your loins.

Raising a brow Naoya’s smirk, only curved into a mirthful smile. “Ah, so you do know how to beg.” Naoya didn’t relent, he didn’t budge an inch due to his solid stature. He did however lower his head until his nose grazed along your collarbone inhaling the floral scent that you were wearing.

You retracted as if you had been burned by fire upon feeling his nose graze your skin. The sudden contact caused you to smack your head against the door, a small whimper of pain following after.

“Naoya!” you whined, surprised from the jolt of pain that radiated from the back of your head.

He completely ignored your objections as pushed a few loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“What a lovely fragrance you’re wearing...”

Huffing in mock anger, you glared up at him jabbing your finger in his chest. He was working you up, and you didn’t want him to know that he had that effect on you. He knew that his behavior was unsavory, and you were determined to remind him.

“Knock it off Naoya!” you bit bottom lip to stop it from quivering before you continued speaking. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you know that this is more than inappropriate.”

That smug smirk returned to Naoya’s chiseled facial features again and he leaned in looming over you again backing you into the door. He placed both of his hands on either side of your head caging you in beneath him.

“Or what?” he drawled as he inched closer to your face, his nose once again grazing against yours. “What are you going to do, Y/N?”

Your lips parted as you locked eyes with him, the words that you wanted to speak getting caught in your throat. Naoya’s lips slotted themselves over your own, silencing you before you could draw another breath of protest.

His kiss was smoldering and demanding, it was almost as if he were sucking the air from your lungs. Your knees grew weak, the sound of your pulse pounding against your eardrums. Whimpering slightly, you writhed helplessly under the aggressive assault on your lips swallowing every thought you were trying to formulate as his tongue prodded at your bottom lip.

Your lips parted as his tongue demanded entrance, the slick thick muscle of Naoya’s tongue slipped inside, dancing over every crack and crevice of your mouth. Your lids hung low as you fell into a dazed state the heat building in your core causing your body to flush from Naoya’s ministrations.

Finally, he let up the aggressive onslaught on your mouth pulling back and allowing you to breathe momentarily. Your eyes were glassed over, lips swollen and flushed, and a dazed expression on your face as you stared up at Naoya who was still hovering over you.

He was clearly entertained by your state of disarray, his hand coming up to grasp ahold of your jaw tightly and canting your head back against the door.

Chuckling to himself he placed his unoccupied hand at the curve of your hip squeezing it tentatively through the fabric of your skirt.

“You’re a mess already. You really want me to stop?” The only response you could relent was a breathy groan as your hands came to grasp at his bicep. You weren’t sure if it was to prevent him from continuing or to ask for more.

Your lips parted to say something- anything, but Naoya’s lips descended on your pulse eliciting a squeak from your own as he sucked and nipped at the spot. Mewling submissively, your dug your fingernails into his arm rubbing your thighs together to relieve the harsh ache that was developing between your legs.

Swallowing a choked sob, you flattened your hands along the broad expanse of his abdomen pushing him lightly. You nearly squealed, the enthusiastic attentions he had been paying your throat starting to tingle.

“Naoya, please. You’re going to leave bruises.”

Naoya only hummed in agreement as he relinquished the hold he had on the skin he’d been teasing, his teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh as he stood up right. Grasping the wrist of your right hand tightly, he wrapped your hand around the outline of his thick length in his sweatpants.

“Look what you’ve started, Y/N.” he groaned as his palm flexed around your own squeezing his erection through his pants. “You’re going to have to take care of this before my meeting.”

Startled your eyes met his own as you stuttered out a complaint all the heat in your loins quickly rushing to your face.

“N-no, there’s no time! Your meeting is in thirty minutes!” At this point, you were desperate to get away from him. If he kept pushing forward like this, you were going to be on your knees before you knew it.

Sneaking a glance at the front of his sweatpants, your breath hitched in your throat as it seemed that his erection had grown even larger.

“Thirty minutes. Plenty of time.” Naoya scoffed. Wrapping an arm around your waist he turned you around pulling your backside against his crotch. Holding you in place, he embraced you tightly grinding his crotch against the curve of your ass.

An unsolicited moan escaped your lips and you clamped your hand over your mouth to prevent any other sounds from filling the room.

Naoya guided you towards his empty desk, abruptly releasing his hold on you to bend you over the wooden top.

“Keep making noises like that, then I'll really have to cancel my meetings today.” Naoya shifted his position so he was standing behind you and placed both palms on the insides of your thighs kneading the flesh slightly.

“Naoya, wait.” You attempted to shuffle back upright, but you were pushed back down against the desk. Naoya’s palm splaying itself over and pushing down on your lower back.

“Stop. Moving.”

You whimpered trying to bring your thighs together as his large hands continued to trail up your inner thighs and under your skirt. His slender fingers ghosted over your cloth covered pussy gathering the slick that had completely saturated your undergarments.

Naoya rubbed his fingers together, clicking his tongue slightly at the amount of arousal that he had gathered from barely touching you.

“You’re soaked.” He continued to prod around your underwear sliding the calloused pads of his fingers over your slick folds through your underwear. “Now I feel kind of bad about neglecting you for this long. If you would have just asked, I would have fucked you already.”

You inhaled sharply as his middle finger pushed past your underwear into your sopping cunt all the way to the knuckle. A whine bubbled up from the back of your throat as you placed your cheek against the cool wood of his desk.

“Naoya. Your mee- Ah!” Naoya curled his finger inside of you, languidly thrusting his finger in and out of you before he pulled it out again. Again, he took his time, slathering your arousal against the inside of your thighs before pulling your underwear down your legs.

Once the thin piece of fabric hit the carpet of the office, he ordered you to lift your legs and had you step out of them. Timidly, you do as he says his hand still pressing against the small of your back.

“I’ll make it on time to the meeting. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

Naoya’s deft fingers make quick work of shoving your pencil skirt over your hips. It was done in such a neat and caring manner, with him making sure not to add any additional creases.

“Draw your legs together.” His hands are still grasping at the soft skin of your inner thighs, where he had smeared your juices.

His command didn’t register immediately, but the sharp sting of his palm coming down on your right ass cheek had you shifting immediately.

Yelping in surprise at the swat you drew your legs together as Naoya positioned himself behind you freeing his cock from the confines of his sweats.

You could only imagine what his dick looked like, deep down you wanted capture the image and have it seared into the back of your corneas. Unfortunately, the position he had you in didn’t give you much room to do anything of the sort.

Gripping the flesh of your hips, Naoya leaned over you putting his chest against your back. You closed your eyes in anticipation, you were really going to let your boss fuck you over his desk like some sex starved secretary and you had no qualms about it. Finally, you’d be able to get this out of your system and then maybe quit and go work for someone else.

You’re pulled from your train of thought when Naoya pushes his hips forward, his dick slipping through your slick coated thighs, in between your pussy lips; with the tip grazing your clit. You shuddered at the sensation; the swollen bud already sensitive from his treatment from earlier.

You gasped in surprise as he pulled back, repeating the same action again hitting the same spot again. Your mouth was going dry, the pressure beginning to mount between your legs as Naoya continued to fuck your thighs.

You could feel every vein, bump, and divot of his cock stimulating your clit the more he rutted into you. Naoya buried his face in the nape of your neck as he increased his pace, he could feel you cunt clenching around nothing as the friction intensified.

“God, you’re so wet.”

Whimpering at his words you drew your knees closer together rocking your hips forward in an attempt to get more friction from the angle you were in.

Naoya’s pace increased subtly, the sound of his pelvis meeting that fat of your ass echoing throughout the office. It sounded down right obscene, but it was sending static through your abdomen. The pressure between your legs was building consistently until your breathing was becoming ragged.

Your body began to move on it’s own accord your hips jutting backwards and then forward to grind against the thick appendage slicking past your pleasure button over and over again. You didn’t realize how good something like this could feel, your breath now coming out in short pants.

“N-Naoya, I think I might…” you groaned, as you brought a shaky hand between your thighs stroking the underside of Naoya’s girth.

He hissed at the taction, and it seemed to spur his humping into overdrive. Wailing helplessly, your knees buckled underneath him a reverberating shudder coursing through middle. Your mind goes fuzzy and distantly you can feel Naoya manhandling you in an attempt to keep your knees drawn together.

“Keep them together.” He gritted out slowly angling his dick upwards to keep rubbing against your aching clit. The intense sensation causes your orgasm to hit you blindly, a wash of warmth pushing itself from your gut. Both hands flew up finding purchase and the edge of the desk as you bit your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the sensual moan working itself up from the back of your throat.

A wave of slick gushes down your inner thighs making it ten times easier for Naoya’s dick still slipping fervently through the meat of your thighs. Your body still shook from the aftershocks or your orgasm, the intense friction from the man behind you sending your body into overstimulation.

You whimpered lowly, hoping that he’d finish sooner than later before you ended up crying in the middle of his office. He thrusted forward again, his hands squeezing harshly at the soft skin of your hips.

“Close..” his jaw set hard and firm and he thrusted again, learning over your body situated on the desk.

His member stilled between your thighs, and the warmth of his cum began seeping between your thighs. You gasped in surprise as he continued to pump in and out until your thighs milked him completely. A moment later, he pulled himself free from your thighs

“Don’t move.” Pulling up his sweat pants, Naoya grabbed the towel that he had discarded earlier and came back to standing behind you.

Kneeling behind you he took the towel and began to clean up the mess of his between your thighs. You flinched at the feel of the damp fabric against your skin but waited until he finished.

Although he wasn’t wiping you off anymore, he still remained crouched down his heated gaze directed towards your glistening core. He wasn’t saying anything, and you only grew more flustered as you were splayed out open to him on the desk.

Standing up right your hands quickly found the hem of your skirt trying to pull it back down over your waist. Naoya stood interrupting your actions by grasping hold of your hand.

Your face was already red with embarrassment, biting your lip you pinned Naoya with a nervous glare.

“What the hell Naoya?!” You whined slightly taken aback at the sudden action.

“Allow me.” He was staring down at you, lip twitching at the corner of his mouth as he pulled your skirt back down for you smoothing out any wrinkles as he did. Once he was finished correcting your wardrobe, his hand slipped over your behind giving it a firm squeeze.

You squealed at the gesture, shooting him an incredulous look. “Don’t be mannish.”

It was very clear to you that he was laughing at you, attempting to hide the amused smirk that was slowly creeping onto his face. Unfortunately that’s exactly what he was, and you had allowed him to act on his impulses and your own.

Huffing indignantly, you distanced yourself away from him. You were unsure of what to say or do in this situation, but Naoya simply carried on like whatever happened between you two was business as usual. He picked up his dry cleaning and went to stripping down and changing right in front you.

You shied your gaze away from his naked body glancing down at your watch to check the time. It was 8:40, he had exactly 5 minutes to get into the conference room to go over his pitch with his client. Shifting unsteadily, you realized that your underwear was still missing.

Smoothing your arms over your blouse and over your hair to make sure you looked at least semi decent you cleared your throat.

“Uhm.. Naoya. My underwear?”

Naoya had just finished buttoning up his collared shirt, as he turned on his heels to glance over at you. He knelt down to pick up the scrawny piece of lacy fabric and stuffed it into the pocket of his khaki trousers.

“Out of sight, out of my mind.” He mused as he pulled open his desk drawer.

You blanched as you watched in horror, the heat of embarrassment once again rising to your face. Sighing in defeat you turned towards the door of his office to let yourself out.

“Your meeting starts in 15 minutes. Please don’t be late Mr. Zenin.”

Naoya casually rummaged through his desk drawer before pulling out his silver Rolex and slipping it on his left wrist fastening it quickly.

“Y/N, before you leave for the weekend. Be sure that you purchase an additional first class plane ticket for my trip to Akasaka.”

Arching a brow you nodded, but decided to inquire why he needed another ticket.

“Of course.. I’ve already purchased one for you and Mr. Fushiguro.” You pondered thoughtfully as your mind went back to his appointments out of town the following week. You didn’t recall any additional associates, and the week Naoya was out of time should have been a down week for you. “What name should I book it under, sir?”

Naoya was now adjusting his grey tie as he closed the gap between the both of, his hand latching onto your jaw squeezing your cheeks together.

“You’re coming along, you’re going to keep Fushiguro and I attending to business matters.” With a hushed chuckle he released his hold on you to open up his office stepping out of the door and out of sight.

Shocked you stood silent. Your breath caught in your throat, trying to decipher what the hell he was insinuating. You were aware that the business trip included Mr. Fushiguro but you personally weren’t a fan of him. If you thought Naoya was crass, Mr. Fushiguro may have been worse.

“What the fuck did I just start..?”

[naoyaslut]

differences ch/4 Naoya Zenin x FemReader! +18

wordcount: 3,072

warnings: manhandling, talk of pregnancy, dubcon--ish, slight-smut not a lot, misogynistic-naoya (very light)

You steeled yourself against Naoya’s harsh gaze, your eyes unintentionally drifting away from his own due to the intensity of his leer.  His grip on your jaw intensified, eliciting a startled yelp from the back of your throat.

He turned your face off to the left and then to the right, examining you as if you were a piece of jewelry he was prepared to pluck out of the casing.  Once he was satisfied, he scoffed, releasing his hold on you.

“Come, we need to talk.” he turned swiftly, stalking off down a corridor only pausing when you didn’t follow.  “Well?”

Startled, you pulled yourself from your stupor and padded after him quickly.  You stopped three steps behind him, pointedly staring at the floor ahead.  He must have been satisfied because he began moving again briskly.

His strides were long, making it somewhat difficult to keep up with him but you did your best without complaint until he stopped outside a corridor pushing the door open hastily.  There were three maids inside of the quarters, folding clothes, wiping the floors, and putting linen on the bedding.

“Get out.” Naoya snapped, catching the attention of each woman inside.  They looked at him as if shocked momentarily, but seemingly after realizing who he was, they all slowly began to scurry out. “NOW.” he barked.

Everyone left immediately after he raised his voice, scampering out of the room leaving cleaning supplies and whatever task they had been occupied with before scattered all over the floor. The doors shut behind them on their way out, and you were left alone with the wolf in the room.

Your eyes dropped immediately, burning into the polished wooden planks on the floor.  You were tense, your nerves getting the better of you as you listened to Naoya’s feet padding across the floor.

His steps were slow and deliberate.  And from what you could see of his feet, he was circling around you like cornered prey.

Swallowing tightly, you lifted your gaze only to make contact with Naoya’s steely one.  He was standing a few steps in front of you now, a wide grin plastered on his face.  He looked menacing, and more intimidating than he had earlier.

“Are l/n women all this timid?” he asked.  He began his pacing again, holding both hands at his lower back as he did.

You didn’t answer.  What you wanted to say would have certainly been out of line, and it would be wise to mind your tongue before you figured out what kind of person Naoya Zenin was.

His footsteps halted once again, but this time he was behind you.  It took every fiber of your being to not whirl around to see what exactly he was doing, instead of focusing your attention back at your feet. If you wanted answers, now was probably the best time to ask.

“The doctors said that you were healthy,” Naoya mentioned offhandedly.

The feel of Naoya’s fingers brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear startled you, ‘causing you to flinch at his touch.

He chuckled to himself at your reaction, his hands trailing along the braid that fell at rest at your lower back.

“Untouched.”

You froze initially, your body going ramrod stiff as one of Naoya’s hands rested on your lower back.  Not quite suggestive, but not as innocent as it may have seemed.  Naoya was a man, after all.  And if you were being served to him gift-wrapped with a pretty bow, he had a right to be interested in what he was receiving.

Your jaw tensed minimally as you stood there, swallowing down the complaint that was next to fly out of your mouth.

“I was untouched.” you began, clasping your hands together in front of you before continuing.  “Before your doctor violated me first thing in the morning.”

You kept your attention trained outside the window on the opposite side of the room where you stood, breathing a little easier when Naoya was no longer touching you.

Naoya was in your line of sight again, a short moment after, his lips pulled into a wide grin as if he were holding back laughter.

“So, you do have a little fire in you.” he tutted, leaning forward hands still positioned at the small of his back so that his face was only mere inches away from your own.  “Forgive the doctors, little bird.  We had to make sure you were more than just a common whore.”

You frowned, slightly taken aback taking a step away from Naoya’s smug expression.  His right hand shot out grasping your jaw firmly, yanking you back into the vicinity of his own.

Gasping in surprise, you stared up into his grey eyes your throat tightening in fear.

“I gave your brother my word that no harm would come to you here.  That I would take care of you as if you were my own.” He sneered, canting your face upwards so that your throat was exposed to him.  His eyes scanned over your pulse, then went back to your face. “But it would do you well, to mind that mouth of yours.”

You could say that you were just testing the waters.  You wanted to see how he would react, and unfortunately, this was something you were expecting to begin with.  Hesitantly, you nodded your head as much as you could to let him know that you understood.

“You will be my wife, and I will treat you as I see fit.”  Naoya released the hold on your jaw, still hovering over your face.  “Your sole duty here, after we are married is to give me a son.”

Silently, you stood in front of Naoya desperately trying to control your emotions.  You kept a straight face, there was no anger, nor was there any malice even though internally you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs and run.

Running wouldn’t get you very far, you’re in his family’s territory, you're in his family’s home.  Was there any alternative?  Turning your gaze away from Naoya you didn’t utter a word, angry thoughts running through your mind a thousand miles a second.

You felt Naoya’s hand on your face again, his wide palm splayed flat cupping your cheek to turn your attention back to him.  He was smiling again, his thumb lightly grazing over your bottom lip as he spoke.

“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” he continued to stroke your cheek, waiting for you to answer him.

Clearing your throat, you shifted slightly not bothering to pull away from his touch.

“Naoya-sama...” you started, your tongue darting out to moisten your lips.  “I-I just want to know what happened, where did everything go wrong?”

Naoya pursed his lips in disapproval, dropping his hand from your cheek down to resting on your shoulder.  His hand wandered further, pressing into your lower back as he guided you towards the windows you had been staring out of earlier.

“Women shouldn’t worry themselves with things like politics.  The less you know, the more at ease you will be.”

You both stood in front of the large windows, the sun high in the sky of mid-day.  You had the same view from your room, the lack of familiarity with the landscape making you slightly uneasy. Naoya’s hand remained in place on your back as he was silent, staring out on the horizon. He seemed to be in deep thought, the placid look on his face catching your undivided attention.

You wondered what he was thinking about, he seemed content as it was, the snide attitude he had earlier unseen.

“Everything that is happening, is for the future of our kin.  You will be able to rest easy, unstressed and unbothered,” Naoya’s other hand moved to rest on the front of your belly, his large palm splayed out over your abdomen.  “As my children grow inside your womb.”

You became stiff again, throat tightening at the mention of carrying a child.  Carrying his child.  Naoya’s eyes met your own, the steely grey burning with something you couldn’t pinpoint.  The more you stared into his handsome face, the more familiar he appeared.

But you couldn’t pinpoint the familiarity, had you actually met this man at some point before?

The warmth of Naoya’s hand seeped through the thin cloth of your dress, giving you the distinct feel of his flesh on your own. The innocent touch was enough to cause your cheeks to heat, forcing you to tear your gaze away from Naoya’s in fear of him noticing.

He did notice, a gentle chuckle escaping his parted lips as the hand on your belly took ahold of your jaw to bring your attention back to him.

“Would you like that, y/n?” He asked, relishing the look of shock and embarrassment on your face.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out.  Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

That only seemed to spur him on more, eyes narrowing as leaned in closer, his lips drawing towards your own.

“I don-” You panicked, unsuccessfully pulling away from his approach.  His lips covered your own before you could offer up a complaint.

Your hands gripped the front of his robes to balance yourself as he sucked the breath out of your lungs in a sweltering kiss that was both heavy and overbearing.

This kiss, was far more explicit than anything you had ever experienced. The only kiss you had ever had was a chaste kiss on the cheek by a childhood friend, who had been scolded soon after by your older brother. This kiss, was intense... and stirred something deep down in the depths of your belly.

Naoya’s hand held you in place firmly, his lips slotting themselves over your own. His tongue gently prodded your lips open just so it could slip inside the warmth of your mouth.

Gasping in surprise at the foreign appendage overpowering your own, you gave in to his unspoken demands, allowing his administrations to dominate you.

The movements of Naoya’s tongue were slow, languid, and well-practiced. His hand fell from your jaw once he realized you were no longer pulling away, but melting into his ministrations. The room itself was now impossibly hot, a thin layer of perspiration forming along your forehead.

Your body was painfully attuned with Naoya’s now wandering hands, settling firmly at the curve of your hips. The growing ball of heat in your gut at this point was impossible to ignore, ‘causing an almost unbearable ache between your thighs.

Dazed and out of breath, you managed to pull your mouth away from Naoya’s inhaling as much air as you could. Your face flushed and lips swollen from all of the attention he had been giving you. You tried to form words, but the only sound that escaped your lips was a pathetic whimper your hands still interwoven within Naoya’s robes.

Naoya wore a smug grin on his face as he leered down at you, using the pad of his thumb to swipe away a string of saliva from your bottom lip.

“N-Naoya-sama... I” you all but managed to get out before inhaling another breath, but no other words followed after.

“Use full sentences.” Naoya bit out, dragging your body closer to his own.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, your mouth only opened and closed immediately after. You didn’t know what you wanted to say, whether you wanted him to stop touching you or to continue doing so until you spontaneously combusted.

“I don’t- ngh.” Another gasp of surprise stifled your thoughts as Naoya latched his mouth onto the exposed flesh of your pulse. He suckled at the skin feverishly, certainly hard enough to leave a bruise as he guided you back towards the freshly made bed behind you.

You lost your footing once the edge of the mattress prodded the back of your thighs, falling onto the mattress with Naoya following right after.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you pushed yourself away in an attempt to put some space between you two. Your face was still flushed and confusion was written all over your face.

Naoya was hovering over you, a quick hand at the base of your throat pausing your movements instantly.

“I don’t know if I can wait until our wedding day to put a baby inside of you.” he rasped, dipping his head down again to nip at the already bruising flesh at the column of your throat.

“N-Naoya!” you whined in complaint, your hands finding purchase at the front of his robes, pushing at his chest slightly. “Please, I-”

He was rutting himself against you, and you could feel the pressure and warmth of a bulge against your abdomen.

Lifting his head from the crevice of your throat, Naoya stared down at you, grey eyes set ablaze with lust.

“You’re so docile, you’ll be a good wife.” One of his hands moved towards the plunging neckline of your gown, unlacing the satin ribbonry that kept it snug to your bust. Slipping his palm under the collar of your gown, Naoya slipped it aside exposing the bare skin of your collarbone and shoulder drawing his lips down over the visible skin. “You’re so perfect, I’ll be sure to be gentle with you.”

You stilled underneath him as he straddled you, planting feather-light kisses along your shoulder. As much as you wanted to deny it, your body was responding to his actions, your underwear growing damp.

“Naoya...” a hushed whimper escaped you, as you closed your eyes resting your head flat on the mattress underneath.

A light knocking on the door came next, the door being pushed open and a young woman stepped into the room nearly closing it behind her. She was dressed in the same uniform the other maids had been wearing, so it was likely she was a member of the staff.

“Naoya-sama, I’m here to attend to you as requested,” she said, cheerily at first then her voice dropping to a slight whisper as she stood in shock beginning to apologize profusely as she caught sight of the pair of you on the bed.

You went deathly still, your face flushed and eyes wide in surprise staring at the young woman who had just let herself in.

Naoya lifted his head to see who had entered and his expression shifted from his lax one from earlier to what looked to be agitation. He maneuvered himself off of the bed, pulling you upright as well.

Naoya kissed his teeth in annoyance, as his jaw set into a thin line. He was clearly unamused.

“Who gave you permission to enter my quarters, I know it certainly wasn’t me.”

Naoya closed the distance between himself and the woman, his hand shooting out to grab her by the collar of her uniform.

She squealed in discomfort, her hands coming to shield her face from any incoming blows. She sobbed quietly, apologizing over and over again.

“Naoya-sama, I apologize! I just thought-”

Naoya interrupted her as he yanked her towards him abruptly, an angry scowl now marring his handsome features.

“You thought what?” He questioned, the hand that was around her neck grabbing a fist full of her hair. “That a whore has the right to let herself into my quarters, without permission? You’re getting way too comfortable.”

You watched the scene unfold from the sideline, horrified at how Naoya’s demeanor had changed so suddenly. You continued to observe, watching as Naoya’s free hand wound itself back. He was going to strike her, and the thought alone made you sick to your stomach.

“Forgive me Naoya-sama!” the maid all but screamed, her face covered in tears and her hands shielding her face from the impending blow she was expecting.

Standing up from the mattress you closed the distance, stopping a couple of steps behind Naoya.

“Naoya-sama.” Clasping your hands together in front of you, you pinned him with a worried expression tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth.

Naoya faltered momentarily, studying your face before he released the woman’s hair, her dropping to the floor on her knees and keeping her nose against the ground.

“Apologies young master!” the woman was still sobbing but didn’t budge an inch.

Naoya rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest before turning his back to her.

“Get out, and don’t let this happen again or else you’ll be dealt with accordingly.”

The crying raven beauty nodded furiously before she was up on both of her feet, stumbling over to the door. Before she slipped out, she gave you an intense gaze her brows furrowed in confusion as she left the room.

Naoya studied your face again, as he neared you. He could tell right off the bat that you were at the very least unsettled at the scene that had just transpired a moment ago. But he only smiled, rather grimly as he placed a hand on your cheek.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that, not very appropriate, was it?” his smile grew wider.

You merely maintained eye contact with him, unsure of what would happen if you tried to look away. It seemed that to keep this man satisfied, you and the other women of the house should be at his every beckon call.

“Um...” you sighed, “I didn’t mean to interrupt Naoya-sama.”

You didn’t plan on asking who the girl was, it was clear as day that she was the help. But the fact that he called her a whore threw you for a loop, but you doubt it was worth inquiring after.

Naoya clicked his tongue as his hand dropped to his side.

“It won’t happen again.”

You nodded.

“It won’t happen again, Naoya-sama.”

He seemed satisfied with your answer, turning towards the door he walked to before pulling it open.

“I’ll escort you back to your quarters, I have some business to take care of off of the estate.” he paused briefly before elaborating further. “I will return in a day or so. Lianne will assist you in the preparations for our ceremony.”

The only thing you could do was nod, forcing a smile as you stopped behind him. This was really happening. But Sanosuke would be here, Naoya’s father said that he’d be in attendance. You needed to see him, he had to know something about all of this.

[naoyaslut]

overtime Ep. 2 // Naoya x !FemReader x Toji

Pairings: Naoya Zenin x !FemaleReader+18x Toji Fushiguro

Synopsis: Your CEO boss Naoya, decides to share his personal assistant on his business trip.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

warnings: slight dubcon, fingering, oral sx male/female receiving, smut, voyeurism, threesome, orgasm denial, spanking, slight-manhandling, implied aftercare,  minors-ageless-empty blogs prepare to be BLOCKT.

wordcount: 7,649

Silently, you stared blankly at your itinerary that was pulled up on your iPad. By some unfortunate circumstance... even after booking your plane ticket DAYS after Naoya’s and Mr. Fushiguro’s you still ended up on the same flight. The more you thought about the awkward situation, you felt like you were being gaslighted.

Pursing your lips, you frowned as you glanced from the LCD display and towards the bartender behind the bar in the airport lounge you decided to wait in. You’d requested a small honey whiskey on the rocks, something just to take the edge off. He placed the drink down in front of you and nodded gratefully as you picked up your drink slowly savoring the distinct burn of spicey liquid warming your body on its way down.

Sighing in content, you glanced at your watch gauging how much time you had to relax before boarding your flight. You had a good twenty minutes before you’d need to make your way over to your gate and you planned on taking advantage of the solitude.

“Why didn’t I just resign? I should have just resigned.” Taking another drag of the whiskey you sat the empty glass down as you recalled what had happened the week before. You were embarrassed. You were ashamed even, and to think that you were still running around doing Naoya’s bidding confused you to no end.

Slapping your palm down on the red oak bar top angrily, you immediately recoiled whimpering somewhat as the stinging pain reverberated throughout your palm.

“Ouch...” whimpering slightly, you examined your numb fingertips, which were now tinted a faint red from your random assault on the bar top.

A large hand engulfed your own from the right, rough fingertips caressing your own in a soothing manner. You blanched at the conflicting contact from a total stranger and turned to see who had latched onto you.

Thin lips curved up into a large amused grin were what you saw first. Your eyes darted to the distinct scar on the right corner of his lip then up to the profound verdant eyes that were staring deep down into your own.

You froze momentarily, gazing up at the beautiful man beside you. You stared, blinking once, twice, three times as you traced the tips of his inky black hair that fell over the sides of his face. After parting your lips to voice a complaint you paused, then immediately closed them pulling your hand from his grip.

“Did little miss secretary hurt herself? I can make it all better.” he smiled, showing a wide row of perfect teeth making him appear more predatory than friendly.

“Mr. Fushiguro.” you mumbled, hastily picking up your drink. You took a larger than needed swig of the amber liquid to settle your fraying nerves. “I’m fine, thank you. I just got a little excited.”

The sweet spirit burned slightly on its way down, but it was starting to work its magic on giving you that extra push you’d need to deal with both Naoya and Mr. Fushiguro at once.

Mr. Fushiguro’s entire form towered over your own. Naoya was tall with a medium average build, whereas Toji Fushiguro was hulking. Taller and wider than Naoya and another human male combined. Mr. Fushiguro summoned the bartender himself asking for whatever beer they had on top and turned to face you, resting his thick bicep on the bar top.

You were purposely facing towards the bar, avoiding his eye contact... it was safe to say he made you a little skittish. Toji Fushiguro was all smiles every single time he saw you alongside Naoya for a meeting. You’d go as far as to say he was charming, but he was a very intimidating. A no nonsense kind of guy. In your opinion you’d always thought him to be way too friendly and very handsy.

Every chance he got his hand was resting at the curve of your hip, the small of your back, or he was towering directly behind you his hot breath skimming across the skin of your nape.

Shooting him a glance at the corner of your eye, you flushed as you realized he was still studying you with unfiltered interest resting his chin on the fat of his open palm.

“Please. Y/N, call me Toji.” he cooed, picking up his beer to bring the frosted glass to nestle between his lips.

You winced at the request, clearing your throat a bit as you glanced back down at your watch. Naoya was still nowhere to be found. At this point you would rather being alone with him than the scheming Toji Fushiguro.

Turning to make eye contact you smiled sweetly before resting both of your hands in your lap. “Toji-san.”

Toji sucked his front teeth as he rumbled out an amused chortle bringing his glass back up to his mouth swallowing a large gulp of beer. His gaze dropped down to the hands in your lap that nervously toyed with the fraying edges of the hem of your cute pleated dress; french-tipped nails skimming over the fabric of the navy stockings you wore underneath. Wait, if he tilted his head a bit to the right, he could see just a sliver of the skin of your thighs.

You were wearing knee-highs? That thought caused him to smirk into his beer, idly envisioning what you’d look like with nothing else on. Then there was the sexy pair of stilettos you were wearing. A rather expensive-looking pair at that, obviously a pair of brand-new Louboutins. The red bottoms looked unworn the sleek leather smooth and pristine, and he vaguely pondered how you could afford such a luxury shoe on personal assistant salary.

No wonder Naoya gloated about having you as a personal assistant, easy on the eyes a little feisty, but still compliant.

Adjusting the wimple of your turtle neck you shifted a bit in the barstool, the warmth that embraced your body from the whisky was starting to flood in; giving you an oddly arousing feeling. A content sigh left your lips as you gazed at Toji innocently inquiring about Naoya’s whereabouts.

“Where is Mr. Zenin? We’re supposed to board in...” you checked your apple watch for the time. “10 minutes.” Without standing by for a response, you reached off into your purse and pulled out your iPhone to check and see if he had sent you any messages.

There were no new messages, so you decided to give him a call as you began to gather your things together. Slipping off of the bar stool, you placed your purse on the barstool you had been previously sitting holding the phone up to your ear.

Toji watched as you maneuvered your things, a mirthful smile on his countenance.

Naoya picked up on the second ring snapping an annoyed acknowledgment into the speaker.

Frowning you grabbed the handle of your carry-on luggage bag extending it and tipping the bag over so it rested on its wheels.

“Where are you, Mr. Zenin? The plane is boarding in less than 10 minutes.”

Naoya responded hastily, insisting that he was already at the gate waiting on your arrival. He hung up abruptly and you stowed your phone away once more. Tucking your purse under your armpit, you reached out to grab the khaki trench coat that had been draped over the back of your chair.

“Mr. Zenin is already at the gate Mr. Fushiguro. We should head over.”

Toji was already standing tall and had taken hold of your coat draping it over his forearm. He smiled wolfishly as he offered to carry it for you. Before accepting his help, you eyed him over briefly. Eyes flitting over the snugly fitting silk button-down he wore and dark slacks accenting his toned thighs. The only other thing he had in hand was a dark-colored satchel over his shoulder and his carry-on luggage bag beside him.

Shrugging nonchalantly, you turned on your heels pulling your carry-on along as you walked towards gate G-6 where your superior would be waiting.

Toji trailed behind you lazily until you both met up with Naoya at the gate. Naoya was standing off to the side of one of the stanchions, apathetically scrolling through his phone. He was dressed smartly in a nice tan suit, with a cream turtleneck underneath the jacket.

He looked just as good as Toji, well put together and clean cut. Your shoulders slumped a bit as you observed him momentarily before Toji walked in front of you to greet him.

Toji whistled low as both of you approached, causing Naoya to look up from his phone with a blank expression.

“Looking sharp little cousin. You’ve already got the eyes of some admirers, to include your little sidekick here.”

Flushing furiously, you turned your gaze away from Naoya as you started digging through your purse to ready your travel documents. As you looked back towards the pair of men, they were both looking in your direction with amused looks on their faces.

“W-what is it?!” you scolded yourself internally, already getting flustered at their stupid antics.

A moment later, one of the employees came over the speaker. “First class passengers can now start boarding on flight AKA-2365, please have your boarding passes and ID ready.”

Huffing in annoyance, you strode by both men snatching your coat from Toji’s arm. Angrily, you stormed off to go get in line to board with your carry-on luggage in tow. The boarding process went smoothly and thirty minutes later, you were sitting in your seat comfortably.

The first-class section was great. It was spacious and you even had your privacy shade for the area you were in. You were especially thankful that you didn’t have anyone sitting in the shared seat in the suite you had. You had personally chosen Toji’s and Naoya’s seats together because initially, they were the only two planning to attend the trip to Akasaka.

The flight to Akasaka was only about 4 hours, so the trip wouldn’t take too long. According to the itinerary, your group should land in Akasaka around 8 PM. Settling into your seat quietly, you waited for the safety brief and fastened yourself in. Soon the plane was up in the air headed towards the destination of Naoya’s business venture.

he was very interested in investing in some properties in the Akasaka area. According to him, there was a very high demand for upscale lounges and restaurants in Tokyo. Being an avid businessman, Naoya had been adamant about meeting and acquiring a couple of the buildings there.

Two hours later you were 3 glasses of wine down contently reading a book, privacy shade down and enclosed. The seatbelt light ticked off on the overhead compartment briefly pulling your attention away from the book you were reading. You were enjoying the quiet solitude of the plane ride when the privacy shade to your suite was suddenly pulled open.

Naoya slid in through the opening, closing the shade behind him, and took the seat beside you without saying a word. He had long ago discarded the tan suit jacket only wearing the off-white turtleneck he had been sporting underneath. You were surprised, to say the least, you weren’t expecting to be bothered for the whole flight. Especially not by the likes of him. Closing the book in your lap, you hazily looked over at Naoya admiring the way that his shirt accentuated every dip, curve, and rounded muscle along his arms and bust.

Your gaze languidly scaled from his torso to the black diamond studded earrings he wore in his ears, then resting on his pretty face. Although it was rare for any suit-wearing businessmen to have ear piercings, Naoya made it look good. Giving him an innocent smile, you leaned towards him in jest nudging his bicep.

“Not enjoying Mr. Fushiguro’s company Mr. Zenin?”

Naoya scoffed, reclining against his seat, jaw clenching tightly. His mood seemed to be slightly off. (But when was it not?) Unsure if you should continue with your joke you placed a hand on his forearm lightly as if to offer him some sort of comfort.

“Is everything alright Mr. Zenin?” Crisp grey eyes connected with your own, a pensive expression forming on his regal features. Naoya placed an index finger underneath your jaw tipping your mouth up towards his own, meeting them in a bruising kiss.

You didn’t resist as he leaned further into you, tongue aggressively coaxing your lips to unfurl and allowing his entrance. Your lips parted instantly at the request, relinquishing all control of the current situation and allowing him to take over completely.

Naoya pressed further into you his hand removing itself from your jawline and grasping the back of your nape to pull you deeper into his mouth hungrily. You gasped into Naoya’s mouth, becoming overwhelmed by the warmth of his closeness and the headiness of his cologne.

He pulled away severing the smoldering kiss resting his forehead on your own as he stared down at you, eyes dancing over the rose tint of your cheeks.

“I told you once already.” his fingers pressed into the crook of your neck applying a bit of pressure as you curled inward on yourself in surprise. “Say my name, Y/N.”

At this point, you were buzzing. Your vision swimming as Naoya appeared to sway back in forth in a way that a disturbed mirage would.

You opened your mouth, but the sound that escaped wasn’t Naoya’s name... only a needy whimper. Naoya fought against the satisfied grin forming on his lips and raised an eyebrow feigning complete indifference.

“How much did you have to drink today?” he questioned. Running the pad of his thumb along your lower lip, he leaned in parting your lips with the appendage as if to examine the inside of your mouth. “I can taste the wine on your lips.”

You crinkled your brows in contempt at his question, attempting to swat his hand away from your mouth. He only parted your lips further and pushed both his index and middle finger into your mouth pinning your tongue down making it writhe under the pressure.

Pinching both eyes closed you feebly raised your chin towards the ceiling to prevent the saliva from seeping out of your mouth.

“Nahowya.” A jumbled endeavor to say his name but it just came out in a garbled mess. Naoya only cocked a brow expectantly continuing to push down on the slippery muscle. The action only forced you to fasten your lips around his fingers siphoning them.

Naoya nodded in silent approval, a faint smile manifesting on his face.

“You learn quick, don’t you?” Keeping the digits nestled in your mouth, Naoya’s other hand affectionately slithered along your jawline as he watched you melt into his touch. Squirming subconsciously, you pressed your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the pulsating ache forming between your thighs.

Naoya tutted lazily, curling his fingers underneath your chin and removing his spit-slicked fingers from your mouth.

“Don’t worry, even though you’re the assistant I’ll take care of you.”

Naoya slotted his mouth over yours once again, messily slipping his tongue inside. In your dazed state, he was taking your breath away. His tongue hungrily lapping at your own, while his fingers trailed up and in between your thighs. Upon feeling the cool contact of his fingers against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs you whined noisily into his mouth, desperately wanting to feel him inside.

Your legs parted on their own accord as his fingers slipped past the barrier of your underwear, fingers finding your slit glossy with arousal and spreading them open slipping them inside. Gasping in surprise at the intrusion you helplessly moaned Naoya’s name into his mouth. He wasn’t letting up on his attentions on your lips, both of them now swollen and sore from the constant nipping, biting, and sucking.

The initial discomfort of his fingers slipping into your warm heat began to subside as your walls adjusted around them. Naoya flexed his fingers, curling them slowly before retracting them and hastily shoving them back inside.

Pulling your lips apart from Naoya’s you struggled to inhale as you leaned back into the headrest. Why did it feel like you were on the verge of blacking out? Naoya only leered down at you in sheer delight as your legs quivered in response to the treatment between your legs. The way you mewled quietly to avoid drawing any attention behind the privacy shade only spurred him on more.

Latching onto the elastic band of the cotton undergarments you were wearing, he yanked on them forcefully causing the thin material to stretch and then rip apart. The force of the action caused the band to bite into the supple skin of your thighs causing you to jostle yourself from your mesmerized state. You finally realized the maneuvering of Naoya’s position as he kneeled in between your parted thighs inhaling a shaky breath.

Long digits pumped in and out of your slick cunt as you mumbled his name incoherently struggling to clamp your thighs shut around his hand. Naoya tutted distastefully in response, his hand grasping the back of your calf and shoving your quad up towards the ceiling and against your stomach.

You groaned inwardly in response to the lewd position he had contorted you in, embarrassment tinting the tips of your ears red. He was wrinkling your dress, causing your thigh highs to shimmy down your leg, and your oozing pussy was exposed to the cool air within the cabin with Naoya’s fingers jammed inside.

“Naoya.” you hiccuped. “Please stop, it’s too much.”

He ignored you, typical Naoya. His eyes were fixated on the way your pussy greedily swallowed his fingers whole. He added his middle finger salivating at the creamy excretion that coated his fingers and oozed out as they dipped into you.

“Good fucking girl.” Naoya hummed in approval as his thumb brushed over your swollen clit that he had been purposely avoiding.

Jolts of pleasure had you seeing bright lights, your spine snapping to attention as you went ramrod stiff. You wanted to scream as you arched your body forward pushing into his touch. Those long dexterous digits of his wiggled themselves deeper into your sopping core, the embarrassing squelch of your pussy filling the quiet compartment you two inhabited.

A hand flew over your mouth and you listened, mortified at the sounds that reverberated within the area. You were positive that whoever was sitting in the seat in front of you could hear the wet sloshing along with the resounding sounds of your harsh breathing. Naoya’s grey eyes flickered briefly from the exposed pink of your cunt to your hooded eyelids sparking prettily with tears.

Inching his face closer to your heat, he extended his tongue lashing out at your clit with the stiff tip. You were going mad, another guttural moan tearing itself from your throat as he pulled his mouth away once again.

A faint “ding” echoed throughout the cabin and Naoya shifted his attention towards the seatbelt light that had flickered back to life. And just like that, he pulled his fingers free from your slick cunt as if you were not in the throws of your pleasure to an impending release. He released the hold he had on your calf and shot you a petty smile.

You were stunned, breath caught in your throat as he pointed to the seatbelt light with his unsoiled hand. You could hear your heartbeat hammering against your chest in your ears, the persistent heat from your arousal still clouding your senses.

“Looks like I have to get back to my seat, Y/N.” Naoya mumbled sadly. He gave an unconcerned shrug, inserting two of the fingers he had been torturing you with into his mouth.

You stared, mouth agape as he cleaned his fingers with his tongue and stepped out of your cabin without so much as a second glance sent your way. You were left alone for the remainder of the flight to steep in your sexual frustration. He left you right on the edge of climax leaving you there alone to deal with the aftermath.

Right then and there you had made up your mind. Naoya was a menace to society, and he was a terrible person. You silently vowed that for the rest of the trip you wouldn’t allow him to work you up again, at least not without proper release.

The plane finally landed in the Tokyo airport sometime later, and you were eternally grateful. It was already 8 PM and you were exhausted. The only thing you wanted to do was get to the hotel, check into your room, and go to bed.

Upon leaving the terminal with both Mr. Fushiguro and Naoya, you deliberately avoided any contact or exchanged words with Naoya unless it pertained to work. No eye contact, no fleeting glances, no smile no nothing. You were agitated.

Your party made it to your hotel without a hitch and checked in without any problems either. Once the front desk clerk handed you the room key you turned and headed towards the elevator, leaving Naoya and Toji to their own devices.

Pressing the call button, you stood silently waiting for the doors to open. You sighed in annoyance when you heard footsteps approaching from behind you. Still, you said nothing.

Toji broke the silence first, an amused grin slipping onto his façade.

“Little miss secretary, we’re going to grab some dinner. Would you like to join us?”

Clutching the handle of your carry-on you scoffed inwardly at the invitation. You didn’t bother turning to make eye contact, just kept your eyes trained on the elevator doors, waiting for them to open.

“No thank you Mr. Fushiguro, I think I’ll head to bed early. I’m exhausted.”

Toji stepped forward so that he was standing beside you and placed a hand at the curve of your hip, giving you a knowing smile.

“Oh, c’mon sweetheart. You haven’t done anything today that should have left you this spent, have you?”

You flinched unexpectedly at the contact, your face all of a sudden becoming excruciatingly warm. Glancing at him, you immediately turned away from the mirthful grin he wore on his face.

“I-I, uh.” You stammered as your lips became dry, the unmistakable feeling of sweat beading on your forehead increasing tenfold. You could hear Naoya laughing under his breath behind you right before the bell of the elevator sounded.

Shaking Toji’s grip off of your being you slid into the elevator quickly, pressing the close button hastily over and over again.

“I’ll take a raincheck. Thank you. I’ll see you, gentlemen, at 9 AM sharp in the lobby.”

The elevator doors collapsed shut and Toji tossed Naoya a smug look over his shoulder. Little did you know that the pair of men had been conversing about you before the arrival in Akasaka. Toji had mentioned how adorable he thought you were many times before even though Naoya himself had not even thought of indulging or crossing the line before last week.

You didn't know that the pair had something in store for you, something that you’d probably never forget.

After settling into your room, you were finally able to relax. Instead of opting to leave your room for nourishment, you utilized the room service instead. A long hot shower to soothe your aching body and perhaps to relieve your pent-up frustrations as well.

You sighed in content as you sat on the edge of the single queen-sized mattress in your room. Your belly was full and your spirits had been lifted the tension that had been established Naoya is now long gone. After the day you had, one that was full of the enthusiastic teasing of both Toji and Naoya; you again found yourself indulging in your favorite glass of sweet red wine.

Twirling the glass between your index and thumb fingers you stood upon hearing a knock at the door. You glanced at the clock beside your mattress to check the time. You weren’t expecting any visitors, it was almost 10 pm.

You downed the remaining swallow of wine you had left and stood up, drawing the silk kimono tighter around your form. You retightened the sash slightly and leaned forward to glance through the peephole to see who had been bothering you so late in the night. It wasn’t room service, and it better not had been Naoya.

You blinked in surprise as you observed the individual, the only thing visible was a set of lips... that all-knowing scar letting you know who it was immediately. You frowned slightly, debating whether or not to open the door. Toji had no business here, why was he bothering you so late in the evening?

Against your better judgment, you unlocked the room door and pulled it open only to be greeted with Toji’s staggering form. He had a slight smile on his face a small brown box wrapped in ribbon held out in one of his hands.

Your gaze went from the box, then back to Toji as you tried to comprehend what exactly was happening.

“Good evening Mr. Fushiguro, did you need something?”

You tried to remain as impassive as possible, subconsciously pulling your silk robe tighter around you.

Toji extended the brown box out towards you and forced it into the palms of your hands. He smiled triumphantly as you held on to it taking the time to shove both hands into the pockets of his slacks.

“I brought you back some dessert from dinner, didn’t want to come back empty-handed.”

You eyed the box again, a slight blush creeping up your neck. You couldn’t prevent the smile from creeping on your lips as you opened the box up and set eyes on a modest piece of chocolate cake. It was dark and lovely, covered in a chocolate ganache with a small strawberry placed on top.

Now you were beaming at him, your mouth idly starting to salivate as you turned your back to place the box on the small tabletop in your room.

“Thank you Toji-san! I appreciate this so much, it looks amazing!”’

Dipping your hand into the open box, you pulled out the small plastic fork that had been nestled inside as well and began to cram your face with the decadent dessert.

Toji let himself inside of your hotel room, allowing the door to click closed while he sauntered over towards the table. He watched you intently, the way you not so delicately devoured the piece of cake that you had been offered. Your attention was entirely focused on the sugary treat that you had placed down in front of you.

A second knock at the door tore your attention from your chocolatey treat, and that caused you to frown slightly. Shooting Toji a nervous glance, you shoved the last piece of cake into your mouth before tossing the box out.

“Is this some kind of joke?” you inquired, now quite agitated.

Toji merely shrugged his shoulders innocently, feigning the same confusion you apparently had.

“I’m just as confused as you are.” he smirked as he leaned against the small coffee table, watching you retreat to answer the door. He was clearly being facetious, a gratified snigger plastered across his face.

Pulling the door latch open, you cracked the door slowly and then pulled it open completely. Naoya stood on the opposite side a hand inserted in his pant pocket with an expectant look on his face. When you didn’t move to let him inside, he scoffed as if he were annoyed.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in, Y/N?”

You paused momentarily, looking back towards Toji who was casually inspecting his fingernails clearly uninterested in whoever may have been at the door. Tentatively you looked back at Naoya raising both brows as if questioning his sudden appearance.

Naoya sighed as he stepped through the doorway pulling his hand from his pocket. Swallowing thickly, you stepped aside to let him enter, only for him to intercept you with an arm around your waist.

“N-Naoya, what are you doing?!” The door clicked shut behind him as he forced you further into the room completely ignoring Toji who was still enthusiastically observing his fingernails. His hands tightened around your waist as he pulled your body flush against his own.

“I owe you a finish from earlier since we were interrupted.”

Heat flooded your cheeks as you hastily pushed at his chest, embarrassment swallowing you completely.

“N-no! Are you crazy?” Your eyes trailed over to Toji once again who was now sitting in a chair that he had pulled towards the center of the room. He still looked bored, slightly uninterested but only raised one thin eyebrow as your eyes met.

“Don’t mind me, sweetheart.” He cooed, clearly entertained.

You squealed in disbelief, mouth falling open as you looked back to Naoya the beginnings of perspiration starting to form on your heated skin.

Naoya hummed in response to your shock, slipping a hand underneath the hem of your silk kimono the rough pads of his fingers skimming along the fat of your ass. Naoya’s head dipped into the crevice of your throat, lips parting nipping at the delicate flesh hungrily.

“Nothing underneath?” he breathed, latching his mouth over the skin of your neck sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. “Take it off.”

A slight squeak escaped your lips as you felt the edge of the mattress sweep against the back of your thighs. You weren’t as intoxicated as you were earlier, but you were determined to not let Naoya undermine the finality of your decision to not let him tease you again.

Then there was the additional concern of Toji looking on now with the utmost curiosity of what was unfolding in front of him. He had reclined back against his seat, one thick bicep thrown lazily over the back of the chair as if the most interesting movie scene in the world was playing out right before his eyes.

You were flushed, struggling to get a breath out due to Naoya’s insistent groping, squeezing, and pinching along your front and backside. His hand cupped your breast firmly through the silk and you shuddered at the feel of his palm flitting over your already stiffening nipple.

“Naoya, please wait.” you whispered low enough just so only Naoya could hear, and he paused with a sigh. Resting his forehead down against your own, smoldering grey eyes latched around your own. He looked feral, his needle-like focus honed in on your smaller frame as he pursed his lips in disapproval.

You shrank in on yourself at his reaction, exhaling a breath that you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Naoya had stopped his pursuit momentarily, waiting as if he’d hear out what you had to say. But when no words tumbled from those soft parted lips of yours, he pressed onward latching his thumb and index finger onto your mandible.

“Take. It. Off.” He reiterated, “Or I’m going to do it for you.”

Tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you unconsciously trembled kneading your thighs together as a scorching heat flooded your guts. You navigated your hands towards the sash of your robe, slowly tugging at the small knot that had kept it secured moments earlier; all the while keeping your eyes trained on Naoya's.

The tulle wrap plunged open leisurely, unveiling the swell of both of your breasts and the taut planes of your abdomen. Your nipples pebbled quickly from the cool breeze of the air conditioning.

Naoya snaked both hands under the collar of your robe and pushed it off of your shoulders, the soft fabric slipping down and pooling around your ankles. He stood silent, scrutinizing every inch of your exposed skin. You stood bare, your eyes nervously shifting over to the elephant in the room (Toji) that Naoya seemed intent on completely ignoring.

Naoya clicked his tongue bringing his hand to palm the heavy flesh of one of your breasts before squeezing lightly, earning him a soft groan. Your lips parted in anticipation as Naoya descended to his knees, both hands on your hips settling there. A none to gentle push had you toppling backward and landing haphazardly on the mattress behind you.

Once your back hit the mattress, you scrambled to regain your composure propping yourself up on your elbows to lock eyes with Naoya who was still kneeling at the foot of the mattress. He moved leisurely, slow, pulling his shirt over his head before leaning forward to pry your legs apart.

Slipping both hands under your ass, he gripped the rounded flesh hoisting your bottom half up so that his face was angled perfectly in front of your pussy.

You could feel an exceptional amount of heat radiating from your core, subsequently rushing up to your face embarrassment flooding your being. Naoya leaned in, his face directly above your heat puffing out a gust of hot air over your exposed pussy.

Your insides twitched, your breath becoming labored as two of his fingers shifted carefully parting your labia only to drag a finger through the mess of arousal starting to gather there. You groaned at the contact legs shuddering as he teased the entrance, purposely avoiding your clit.

“Don’t tease me.” you whined helplessly, completely forgetting about Toji being in the room.

Naoya’s brows shot up expectantly, as he positioned his mouth over your pulsing clit flicking over it once with the tip of his tongue.

You tossed your head back at the spark of electricity that shot up your spine, bucking your hips hastily up towards his mouth.

“Please Naoya.” you mewled, letting out a groan of relief when he finally latched onto your weeping slit, suckling your clit hungrily.

“Oh, god.” you wailed, head falling flat against the mattress as you writhed underneath the sloppy assault between your legs. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth you groaned inwardly to keep the people in the next room over from hearing you.

Naoya is attentive, his tongue lapping over every crease and crevice along your center. Long drawled out strokes, transitioning into quick wet snaps across your sensitive bud as he bolts his mouth back over it again suckling at it harshly.

You were on the verge of tears, struggling to keep your legs open wide so he could feast on what you would have thought was his last meal. Lifting your head to peer through the gap of your legs, to watch him eat you out, you only caught his burning eyes looking up at you searing into your own.

He looked feral, his heady gaze holding your own as he incessantly brutalized your pussy with his tongue. Face red, breathing labored, and tears now freely falling from your eyes you cried out as the ball of liquid heat that had been building in the pit of your belly finally erupted sending you into a convulsing mess.

You were seeing stars, shining balls of light, as your thighs tightened around Naoya’s head as your orgasm ripped through you. Naoya didn’t stop, he kept his mouth on you as your slick rushed out of you in a gush, his tongue lapping up everything that you were giving him.

Palming the flesh of your ass he squeezed as he pushed his face further into your dripping, slurping up the remnants of your sweet arousal before pulling off of you with a loud smack. Naoya smirked as he stood up, eyeing your limp form breathing erratically as you tried to recover from the aftershock of your orgasm.

Turning his gaze off towards Toji, he arched a brow examining the man who was still sitting off to the side legs spread out haphazardly with his hand palming his erection through his slacks.

“That’s how you eat pussy, correctly.” Naoya huffed, triumphantly watching as you weakly rolled yourself over onto your stomach pushing up on all fours.

You were still in a slight daze, heartbeat beating erratically as you watched Toji stand, crossing the room to take a seat on the edge of the mattress. The mattress dipped under his weight, causing you to slant forward into his lap arms like Jell-O because of the intense orgasm prior.

Toji cooed down at you, grasping hold of your chin tipping it upwards so you were making eye contact with him.

“Mm, is our little sweetheart worn out already? Only after a little head?”

“I- don’t..”

Flushing, you tried to pull back out of his grasp only to have him yank you back towards him.

“Don’t be shy kitten. I’m just here to show you a good time.” his scarred lip curled upwards into an entertained smirk, as he took one of your hands guiding it towards the unmistakable presence of his erection resting along his thigh. Leaning down into you, he placed a languid kiss upon your lips forcing his tongue into your mouth.

Groaning, you allowed it feeling his hand squeeze over your own around his hardened length. He was big, you whimpered at the thought of him inside of you, zaps of electricity bringing your libido back to life.

Naoya watched on, amused before kneeling down on the bed behind you. Your behind was pointed towards him back in a slight arc as pointed up towards the sky. You took note of how you were rubbing your thighs together, trying to soothe the ache that was probably consuming you whole. Gripping the plush flesh of your hips, he pushed down on the middle of your back ‘causing you to break the heated kiss Toji had been giving you.

Glancing over your shoulder, you shot Naoya a confused look but your attention was brought back to Toji from a harsh pinch to your nipple. Gasping in surprise, his hand was angling your gaze back to his face.

“Come on kitten, don’t be rude. I don’t like to be ignored.” Toji whispered his disapproval, again guiding your hands to the button of his trousers.

You only nodded in compliance, your hands beginning to fumble with his waistband, freeing his dick from its confines. You audibly squeaked, as it sprang free. It was long and thick, prominent blue veins running up his length. The tip, fat and mushroom-shaped flushed rose and precum seeping from it.

Swallowing the pooling saliva that had gathered on the pad of your tongue, you glanced up into Toji’s verdant orbs that were burning into your own. His hand casually palmed the heavy flesh of your tits, the other grabbing a hand full of your hair at the nape of your neck.

“You’re going to be good, right?” Toji questioned as he placed a tender kiss on your jaw.

You nodded enthusiastically, running your tongue over your bottom lip.

“Y-yes. I’ll be good Mr. Fushiguro.”

Toji purred in approval, looking over your shoulder at Naoya who was still positioning you to his liking.

“So she does follow directions, even right down to the smallest thing.” Toji guided your mouth down to his dick and you parted your lips taking the tip inside of your mouth. Toji groaned as he pushed further into your warm mouth, fingernails raking through your scalp. “Naoya raves about how you’re the perfect assistant. I’m starting to feel bad about doubting him.”

This was... wrong. You normally didn’t do reckless things like this. It was one thing to indulge in a one-time thing with Naoya, but now he was dragging his business partners into it. Toji pushed himself further into your mouth and you whimpered allowing your tongue to slip along his girth, tracing along the underside of his cock.

You were embarrassed, ashamed even, heat flooding your insides as you slobbered greedily around his thick length. He tasted so good, clean with just a hint of salt. You had a faraway look in your eyes as you focused on the task at hand, bobbing your head up and down allowing Toji’s hand to guide your mouth along his cock.

You jolted in surprise at the feel of the second pair of hands trailing up your inner thighs, two fingers sliding along your weeping slit before they were pushed inside of you to the knuckle. You tensed at the sudden intrusion, unintentionally swallowing around Toji’s dick that was lodged down your throat.

Toji grunted in pleasure, casting a firmer grip on your hair, and began to buck his hips upwards fucking your mouth.

“This. Pretty. Little. Mouth-” he bucked his hips upwards to emphasize every word. “Is. Amazing.”

At this point you were forced to breathe through your nose, taking deep breaths to avoid passing out. This made you feel so dirty, the way Toji was fucking your mouth and Naoya’s thick fingers curling in and out of your slick. Crystalline tears pooled along your lash line as the all too familiar pressure began to build between your legs, with you fighting to keep it down in its depths.

Alarm bells were going off in your head as your senses started to go haywire. You couldn’t decipher if you were breathing or not, eyes rolling into the back of your head as Toji’s cock stuttered and went rigid spewing a thick rope of cum down your throat.

He held you in place until his dick was flaccid, pulling you off of him to watch the way you collapsed into his lap coughing in a meager attempt to regain your composure.

“You are such a sweet girl, y/n.” Toji cooed, running his hands along the back of your shoulders.

Naoya pulled his fingers from your cunt, a thin web of arousal connecting his hand to your labia. Pulling your bottom towards his crotch, he slid his dick along your folds before sheathing himself into you in one go.

You mewled at the action of Naoya plunging into you, the burning stretch of your insides trying to accommodate him. Your insides were on fire, your body trembling at the sudden new sensation of being stuffed full from behind.

Naoya groaned himself, stilling as he slid into your sopping cunt giving you a brief moment to adjust before he began to rut into you. Running a hand over your spine, he purred in approval as you writhed underneath him your head still resting lazily in Toji’s lap.

“Mm, this pussy feels even better than I imagined.” Naoya sighed in content, rubbing a large palm over your ass as he listened intently to the breathy moans you were making. “You’re so docile when you get what you want, hm y/n?”

You wordlessly nodded your head in agreement, relishing the feel of the gentle pressure Naoya was causing deep down inside of you and the featherlight traces of Toji’s fingers coasting over your arms and shoulders.

Naoya leaned forward, lacing one arm around your waist and the other at the base of your neck to pull your body up, back flush against his front as he ground into you from behind.

You whined needily as he slid out of you and jutted back inside almost instantaneously, continuing steadily until the squelching of your cunt plus the slap of Naoya’s pelvis meeting your backside filled the room.

Your lips were permanently parted, eyes focused intently on Naoya’s as he fucked into you from behind. This had to be desire itself, your body buzzing numbly, and your mind foggy unable to decipher what exactly was going on.

The calloused pad of Toji’s index finger on your swollen clit, had you jolting out of your sensual reverie attempting to snap your attention to the man Infront of you.

Naoya’s own hand kept that from happening, grasping your jaw and covering your mouth with his own in a stifling kiss as he snapped his hips up into you faster.

You were completely at Toji’s and Naoya’s mercy, Naoya from behind stretching out your already sopping cunt and Toji from the front still diligently swirling a finger around your sensitive clit.

Toji took a swollen nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue around it simultaneously teasing your clit, causing the bundle of nerves to stutter a swirl of tension shooting up your spine and into your belly.

Tearing your lips away from Naoya’s, your whole body tensed, a guttural screech shooting for your mouth as it fell open. A gush of arousal seeped from your core, your muscles contracting wildly around Naoya’s length as another orgasm tumbled from your form.

You were squealing like a gutted pig, huffing, and straining against both male’s ministrations. Naoya’s strokes became short and uncoordinated as he managed to keep you up right, both hands now gripping the flesh of your hips so hard you'd surely be bruised the next morning.

“C-’come on, I’m close.” He allowed you to fall forward, Toji holding you against his chest as Naoya continued to pump into you, a slick film of sweat covering his face. Jutting into you one last time he stilled, his member stilling inside before coating your insides with a thick veil of his cum.

Sighing, as if exasperated he pulled out of you eyeing how Toji was coddling you. Holding you tightly in his arms, and stroking your hair. You looked truly spent, breathing shallow and eyes barely open.

Toji grinned, tucking you further into his chest wiping the sweat from your brow as he inhaled your scent.

“Mm. She’s a keeper, you’re going to let me borrow her alone next time, right?”

Naoya scoffed, as he pulled his pants back on his shirt following after.

“This was a one-time courtesy. Find your own assistant.”

Toji pursed his lips in disappointment, swiping a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Well at least, allow me to clean her up.”

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Differences // Chapter 3 Naoya Zenin x !Femreader +18

wordcount: 2,913

chapter summary: Preparations are beginning to fall into place as your marriage to Naoya draws near. You come across some interesting information about the Zenin Clan.

warnings: none this chapter, pretty mild.

You were roused from your sleep from the sound of gentle knocking on the wooden doors of your room.  Sitting up slowly, you groggily threw your feet over the side of the bed and slipping on the cotton yukata you had been wearing the previous day.  Rubbing your eyes sleepily, you stumbled towards the door calling out quietly.

“Yes?”

You heard Lianne’s voice on the other side of the door and allowed her to enter as you padded over to the bed to sit back down. Groggily you yawned as she stepped into the room, an older gentleman following behind her.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/N.” Lianne smiled as she bowed her head slightly.

You raised a brow as you examined the both of them, curious as to who this man was and what he was doing here.  Smiling tightly, you stood back up pulling the yukata tighter over your form.

“Good morning... what’s going on Lianne?”

Lianne sighed slightly as she stepped forward motioning her hands towards the scholar who hadn’t said a word since he entered.

“This is Dr. Keisuke.  He’s been sent to conduct your health assessment.  The head of the house just wants to make sure you are well, and be sure that you don’t require any kind of treatment.”

Your upper lip twitched in aggravation as you stood in place, your eyes shifting from Lianne over to the man who still hadn’t said a word.  Clicking your tongue, you let out an exasperated sigh as you folded both of your hands in front of you.

“I guess that is very important.” you mused; your skin was starting to crawl at this point.  Not only were you being forced to marry someone you didn’t want to marry, but apparently, they assumed you were diseased whore as well.

You cooperated with the good doctor as he went through the motions of the physical.  He asked you questions about your family history, he asked you questions about your body, and he poked, prodded, and groped you along the way.  An hour or so later, he saw himself out and Lianne brought you some white rice and eggs for breakfast.

She stood by idly as you picked at your meal, slouching over the small table positioned next to the balcony off to the side of the room.  You were still fuming, your gut twisting with uncertainty as the days ticked towards this unholy and scam of a marriage.

You wracked your brain as you sat in silence.  Naoya Zenin? It didn’t rouse a single bit of a familiarity within your head.  What kind of man was he?  Was he as cruel and unconventional as his father?  You assumed so; you should only expect the worst.

“Ms. Y/N, you should eat.” Came Lianne’s soft voice, stirring you from your thoughts that had roamed elsewhere.  Shaking your head, you smiled dimly as you gave her your full attention.

“I’ve had about all I could stomach.”  Pushing the glass dish in the middle of the table you turned to stare out at the balcony. “You can take this away. I’m not hungry.”

Lianne nodded and left out of the room a brief moment later.  Once she left two more young woman entered the quarters and began to remove all of the food and dishes that they had brought in earlier.  Standing you walked over towards the balcony and stared out into the distance.  This estate was surrounded by many acres of flat green land.

There was a large mountain pass to the east, and another one towards the north.  Although the land layout didn’t appear familiar to you, you weren’t familiar with any of these landmarks.  The south and west were covered by dense foliage and extending beyond that, more mountains.

Lianne reentered the suite closing the door behind her ripping your attention from the view outside.  Was she going to sit and follow you around all day?  Everywhere you turned Lianne was there, standing behind you as if she were your own shadow.

Shoving your hands into the hollow sleeves of the silk kimono you interlaced your fingers with one another as you turned towards Lianne.  Hesitantly you began to speak, unsure of what kind of answer would follow.

“Lianne.  Am I to be locked up in this room with you until my wedding day comes?”

Lianne faltered, obviously taken aback.  She smiled faintly after regaining her composure motioning towards the wooden doors behind her.

“No Ms. Y/N. I just assumed that you didn’t want to be alone here due to the events that have taken place.” She moved towards the door and pushed it open. “If you’d like I can give you a tour of the estate, some fresh air would do us both some good.”

Nodding in agreement you watched as Lianne crossed the room to open up a wooden chest that you hadn’t noticed before.  Upon opening it you realized that it was occupied by neatly folded dresses.  She pulled out a navy-colored gown that was long sleeved.  It had detailed golden embroidery about the neck line and the same designs on the hem of the dress.

“I’ll leave this here for you to change into, go ahead and get ready and I’ll be back to give you a tour.”  Lianne sat the dress on the bed and bowed before leaving the room shutting the doors behind her.  After Lianne left, you idly wondered where the trunk came from and why it already had so many articles of clothing inside.

Had there been another maiden here?  The clothes were relatively new, or maybe they belonged to Naobito’s daughter? If he had one.

Not even going to think about this.  Forcing yourself out of the negative train of thought, you pulled on the extravagant looking gown blinking dumbly at yourself in the full-length mirror in the corner.  The dress was absolutely beautiful, and it fit exceptionally well.

Lianne reentered the room a short while later, urging you to sit so that she could fix your hair.  You asked for something simple, and Lianne complied.  She settled on simply pulling your hair back and giving you a single braid that rested at the small of your back.

Slipping on the sandles she brought you, you both exited the room with Lianne walking at your side as she had given you a guided tour of the estate.  Your first stop had been the kitchen.  Lianne showed you all of the different work stations where there were cooks and stewards alike running amuck looking to be preparing for other meals throughout the day.

You noted that there was a large number of staff that seemed to be employed throughout the estate.  It seemed to be a lot bigger than you had actually realized.  How many Zenin’s were there?  Was there an extensive family?  Suddenly the history of this family piqued your interest.

You’d never heard your father mention them at all, but that was probably because you weren’t meant to be informed in the first place.

Turning to leave the kitchen Lianne urged you to follow as she guided through a few more sections located in the southern wing.  There were empty bedrooms, fully furnished, a rather grand library filled with enormous bookcases, a small room covered by an awning that led to an outdoor garden.

The rest of the estate seemed to be fairly empty, aside from servants and maids picking up around the place.  You hadn’t seen Naobito either, but you assumed that was only because they were in a different location within the estate.

Leaning idly against the open doorframe way that led out to the garden, you turned to Lianne before turning your attention back out to the garden to observe the dusky orange tiger lilies outside the door.

“Lianne, I haven’t seen any of the men of the house around. Is anyone here?”

Lianne nodded as she moved to stand next to you.

“The men of the house have all left out.  I am not sure about the details, but they left late last night.”  Lianne placed a finger under her chin thoughtfully as she continued.

“I believe they are escorting Naoya-sama back from a neighboring village. Politics.”

You scoffed internally, your mind wandering back to where your older brother may be.

“Have you seen my brother on these grounds before? Unharmed? Or maybe confined?”

You had a sinking feeling deep in the pit of your gut the more you thought about this strange situation.  Was Sanosuke really alive?  Or was Naobito just holding this over your head just so you’d cooperate.

Lianne only nodded as she tucked her hands into one another.

“I have not... I am not sure what your brother looks like.  There were no other prisoners brought here when the men returned.”  Lianne’s voice had died down to a whisper before she piped back up to excuse herself for a moment.  “Pardon me, Ms. Y/N.  I’ll go fetch you some tea and a snack maybe.”

Lianne was gone a quick second after.  It was obvious she was growing uncomfortable at your prying.  You didn’t feel she would know anything important anyway, but it didn’t hurt to ask.

Retreating back into the room, you began to look through the bookcases.  There was a substantial amount of literature available here.  Books on sorcery, medicinal herbs, cooking, and even plants and wild life.

You continued to browse, hoping to find something of interest to pass the time.  There was a small nook at the back of the room that had caught your attention.  A thick hardcover book covered with black ink.  The letters Zenin were beautify written along the spine in thick calligraphy lettering.

Pulling the oversized book from the shelf, you placed it on the wooden floor in front of you before sitting down yourself. Carefully you opened turning off into a random page somewhere near the center.

The pages were fragile and stained, the information inside written delicately just as the family name was on the spine.  Studying the page intently, you realized that what you were looking at was a family tree.  It went back hundreds of years; this was detailed documentation of the Zenin family.

Strangely enough there was an excerpt that included descriptions of cursed techniques as well.  Turning the page you read further into the book, looking for an explanation of what the Zenin family’s technique may have entailed.

“Projection Technique...”  You hummed quietly to yourself continuing to read along quietly to yourself.  The description was vague.  But from your understanding it meant that the Zenin cursed technique gave them speed, a lot of it.

There was an additional passage that listed a few other cursed techniques as well.

“Invisibility, Clairvoyance, and Wormhole Techniques...” Now those techniques were familiar to you, only because there were ancestors of yours who had at one time possessed similar techniques.  “Female inheritors of the cursed techniques are guaranteed to pass the technique unto their first-born child.”

You froze momentarily, reading over the text again.  Was this clan trying to build a clan of sorcerers with multiple cursed techniques?

You were startled out of your thoughts by the sound of Lianne’s voice, shutting the book abruptly you stood up shoving it back onto the shelf.

She’d sat down a small tray with two tea cups, sugar, and what looked to be some kind of dessert.   Lianne stuck her head into the corner you were in and her eyebrows went up in surprise.

“Ah, Ms. Y/N.  This part of the library is off limits.  If you could please... I’ve brought you tea.”

Nodding you stood moving out of the small corner to sit at the small table she had sat the tea.  Lianne poured you a cup and you watched quietly, thoughts still lingering on the book you had come across.  Dropping two cubes of sugar into your tea, you stirred it with one of the spoons available.

“Why is the library off-limits? Or at least that part there.” you asked quietly bringing the cup to your lips sipping it eagerly.

Lianne sat across from you and paused briefly.

“Well... those who are in servitude here can’t actually read.  The library is for Naoya and the other men of the house.”  Lianne cleared her throat momentarily as you sat in silence continuing to nurse the tea.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” you smiled bitterly as you placed your cup down on the table, turning your attention back out towards the garden.  “I’ll assume that I am not free to wander alone either?”

“Ms. Y/N, you do not want to wander around the grounds alone.  The men of this house are not kind.” Lianne smiled as she continued.  “It’s unwise to... it’s just dangerous.  Please don’t mind me.  I’m just here to make sure nothing happens to you while the young master is gone.”

You sighed absently, resting your chin on the fat of your palm that you had propped on the table.

“Well what about-” You sentence was interrupted by a young woman who stormed into the library quickly, fanning her arms as she called for Lianne.

“Lianne, Naoya-sama is back.  A carriage is pulling through the gates right now.”  With that announcement she took off, scampering out of the double doors that she had entered from.

Lianne stood up quickly herself taking the cup of tea from your hands and placing it down on the tray.  Startled you gave her an incredulous glare, slightly becoming unnerved at her behavior.

“Lianne, what are you doing?” you questioned quietly.

Lianne grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet as she began to drag you through the estate.  Now you were starting to panic, unsure if her erratic behavior was considered normal at this point or if you should be panicking as well.

“Come, we must greet Naoya-sama.”  Lianne beckoned, as she continued to usher you through the halls.  You blanched, attempting to wrench your arm from her grip before coming to a stop.

“N-no.”  you shook your head violently from side to side trying to calm yourself from the sudden spur of fear that had crept up through your chest.  “No. I... I don’t.”

Lianne placed a hand on your cheek idly rubbing her thumb across it as she looked into your eyes.

“You’ll be fine. I promise.”

Swallowing the tightness that had formed in your throat you followed Lianne to the opposite side of the estate into a foyer of sorts.  Lianne turned to face you and she looked you over, smoothing your hair down and adjusting your gown to knock out some of the wrinkles.

“Remember what I told you, be respectful.  Do as you’re bid.”  Tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, Lianne shifted off to the side to go and stand behind you.  She lowered her head immediately looking towards the tile and folded her hands in front of her.

Your eyes followed her as she rotated, the doors to the foyer slinging open immediately after.  Snapping your attention out in front, you observed a lone man enter the foyer from outside.  He was dressed in formal attire, a black kimono and light colored hakama bottoms.

He looked familiar, but you couldn’t place where you knew him from no matter how hard you searched your memory.  Blonde hair, sharp steep grey eyes that looked extremely cold.  He stalked into the foyer, both hands placed along his lower back any facial expressions lacking.  His cold demeaner immediately sent a chill down your spine, and no matter how badly you wanted to look away and turn your gaze towards the ground your gaze wouldn’t budge.

Naoya scanned the foyer briefly, his eyes finally coming to meet with your own.  He canted his head to the side curiously, a small grin pulling at the corner of his lips.

“The little bird is awake and doing well it seems.”  He crossed the short distance that was between you both and stopped in front of you staring down into your startled facial expression.

You stopped breathing, or at least that’s what it felt like as he hovered over you.  Your mouth becoming dry as you grasped for a basic greeting of any kind.  Your mind was completely blank, you were absolutely terrified as the revelation dawned upon you that he was one of your captors.

Naoya was the one who kept you from slitting your own throat that night, and at the realization you felt bile starting to rise at the back of your throat.

Naoya leaned forward inching down until his nose was no more than an inch away from your own.  He simply stared, his expression beginning to contort.  It went from the amused smirk to the same cold stoic look he had earlier.

“Not well enough to greet your savior, L/N?” he drawled slowly, emphasizing the word savior.

Tearing your gaze away from Naoya’s handsome face, you stared down at the ground beneath.  Screwing your eyes shut, you forced the words out even if you were afraid.

“W-welcome home Naoya-sama.” you paused, not even recognizing your own voice.  It was small, soft, and barely above a whisper.  You cursed yourself for resembling what sounded like a wounded dog.

One of Naoya’s hands grasped underneath your chin, and canted your head upwards so that your eyes would meet his own.

“You may look at me when I’m talking to you, after all.  You are my future wife.”

[naoyaslut]

this one is fun.

overtime - NSFW 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

wordcount: 5,245

pairing: naoya zenin x!femreader 18+

warnings: thigh fxcking, fingering, slight dubcon, bossy naoya.

notes: is smut, loosely edited(constantly being edited)pretty boy naoya/mannish naoya/CEO naoya. im definitely thinking of making this a series.

5 am. It’s early, too early for you at least. You never were a morning person, but for this job you had to make sacrifices to make certain aspects fall into place. The sun was just starting to creep over the horizon creating a dusty gradient of orange, red, and pink to engulf the cloudless sky. You groaned internally as you pulled into the underground garage navigating up to the top floor of the garage to park. You had a personal parking spot right next to your boss’s spot, that was adjacent to the floor’s elevator to conveniently get you up to the office as quickly as possible.

Being a personal assistant was challenging, but you loved how you were often required to think on your toes and how no matter what you were tasked out with there was always SOMETHING that needed to be done. But... your boss for the past year, was something else. Naoya Zenin. You’ve learned to maneuver around him without upsetting him too often over time, but he actually was slime. As long as you did everything right you weren’t on the receiving end of his arsenal. That meant that sometimes you had to be stern. You had to be mean. Or even sometimes you had to be a bitch to make sure that your boss, the calculating, misogynistic, asshole didn’t chew you out on the daily.

He liked you, at least you assumed so. At least he had moved on from insulting you daily and blatantly stating the obvious that you were a woman and “women” should know their place in this terrible world. You clicked your tongue, in annoyance stepping out of the black company car. Being sure to grab your belongings and his black coffee from the center console’s cup holder.

Standing up right you headed over towards the elevator, nudging the car door with your hip before departing. The up button illuminated upon pushing it while you waited patiently for the elevator to show up. You were exhausted, but appreciative that it was Friday. Weekends were your personal days so long as you finished everything you needed to prepare for the following week.

Rocking back on the balls of your feet you smiled to yourself thinking about the evening you had planned. You had a “date”. You were crossing your fingers for some much-needed company and alone time with someone of the opposite sex who was not Naoya. Visibly you scowled at the thought.

It’s not that Naoya Zenin wasn’t attractive, as a matter of fact he was very attractive. He was probably every woman’s dream, in regards to his physical appearance. He was tall, blonde, and he was solid. You’ve seen him without a shirt on in more than one occasion, and that man must treat his body like a temple because it was gorgeous. Strong lean biceps, abs, and a perfectly chiseled jaw line.

The only downside was his attitude. The way he talked down to people to include women was a complete turn off. He absolutely loved to be condescending, he seemed to revel in the reactions he got as well.

The doors to the elevator parted to reveal an empty car, and you stepped inside pushing the number 20, for the executive floor. Your ID badge went into the card reader right after and the doors closed on themselves the car starting to move through the elevator shaft.

The elevator came to a slow halt and the double doors opened up smoothly, jerking back into their compartments and you exited making a beeline for the office located in the rear of the floor. The fluorescent lighting was still dim and the floor was completely empty aside from yourself.

Bending at the waist you gingerly sat the venti coffee cup down on a black square table coaster on the center table inside the waiting lounge. You placed your duffel bag along with your satchel down on the table as well, flipping open it’s flap to fish out your cellphone.

Naoya hardly ever came into work this early, but since he hadn’t actually gotten any sleep the night before he thought it to be wise. He had company over that came in the form of one busty platinum blonde and one busty brunette. They were a hand full for sure and it was extremely out of character for him to make time to “play” during the week.

The elevator doors retracted for a second time with Naoya stepping off briskly beginning to walk towards his office. He slowed down to a halt when he caught a glimpse of you bending over the glass table top of the small table in the middle of the room. The navy-blue pencil skirt you wore fit snugly against your bottom half obscenely accentuating the curve of your ass.

Out of all of the assistants that he could have hired, he chose you. There were plenty of attractive women that applied for the job, but 90% of them didn’t have any idea how to organize, plan, and schedule. You proved to be proficient and you worked well under pressure. His own constant nagging and degradation didn’t seem to bother you either, you never talked back. There was always a simple nod in confirmation and going above and beyond to get it done.

It caught him off guard, not the first thing he expected to see first thing in the morning. He watched as you stood upright again shifting all of your weight onto one stiletto adorn foot, once you retrieved the phone out of your bag. Holding it in your left hand, your right one shifted to adjust the cream floral printed silk blouse pulling the bunched fabric back up on your shoulders.

Naoya thought you were an attractive woman, and had you not been his personal assistant he probably would have fucked you a long time ago. You always came into the office looking your best, not overly sultry but still smartly dressed and in compliance with the dress code. He studied your expression as you unlocked your phone, lips pursed with your perfectly arched brows coming together in concentration.

Why was he leering at his personal assistant so early in the morning? Maybe it’s the alcohol still in his system. Shaking himself from his own thoughts, he resumed walking muffling a quick word before stalking towards his office.

“Morning.” Naoya mumbled as he resumed his stride, eyeing the way your top exposed the skin of your shoulders.

Snapping your head around, your eyes followed your boss as he opened up his office door. Slightly taken aback you picked up his coffee and proceeded to follow him into his office.

“Ah, Mr. Zenin. Good morning.” You smiled brightly as you placed his coffee down on his desk, it was still slightly warm from the short walk up. You stared, your smile slipping off of your face. Blinking slowly, you scrutinized his disheveled appearance pursing your lips in disapproval. Eyes going from his wrinkled suit jacket to the smudges of what looked to be foundation and lipstick on the collar of his button up underneath. It was clear what he was doing last night, and by the looks of it he didn’t take the time to clean up.

Naoya sat in his chair behind his desk and grabbed the cup of coffee you placed in front of him taking a quick sip. He looked tired, but still pleasant to look at. Eyes blood shot and dark bags seated underneath his eyes.

Naoya’s steeled gaze shifted from his idling computer screen back to your face as you stood in front of his desk as your eyes darted over him from head to toe.

“You’re staring, Y/N.” chided Naoya.

Your cheeks went red as cleared your throat, slightly embarrassed. You intertwined your fingers together in front of you resting them tightly against your abdomen. Wetting your lips, you began to speak.

“Hopefully, I’m not crossing the line Mr. Zenin.. but you look... -” Naoya’s eyes narrowed and you stopped talking immediately. Clearing your throat, you began again with a list of appointments he had scheduled for the day.

“I have your dry cleaning in my office, you’ll need to change out of that.” You smiled sweetly, emphasizing the last word of your sentence. “And don’t forget that you have your meeting with Mr. Matsumoto today at 9 AM for his closing.”

Naoya visibly rolled his eyes as he shifted his attention from your face down to your collarbones that peeked out over the fabric of your blouse. Slumping back into his chair he half listened while he made mental notes of the way you looked while you spoke and continued to drink the coffee he had been nursing earlier.

Your hands had gone to resting at the curve of your hip, and you bit your lip thoughtfully while shooting glances towards the ceiling as you elaborated on your explanations. You were a very animated person, especially when you talked. The tips of your french manicure tapping idly at your chin or faintly nibbling on the tip of your nail before contemplating what to add.

He looked exhausted. And possibly drunk? He was paying you an ungodly amount of attention this morning, at least with his eyes he was. You didn’t miss the way they lingered on your face or on other places of your body as you stood there. Shifting uncomfortably, you glanced at your watch just to put your attention on anything else. He didn’t say another word, his jaw setting tightly once you finished talking. You assumed that meant he had heard you.

“Can I get you anything before I start running errands?” He still said nothing, only sighing as if exasperated running a hand through his messy blonde hair. “I have some ibuprofen if you need it sir.”

Finally, he responded placing a hand on his forehead before folding over on the desk and resting his head down on its surface.

“Just get out and wake me up in two hours.” Nodding you turned to take your leave. “And bring me another black coffee when you get back.”

You closed the door after you stepped out of the office retrieving your own items before heading towards your own office. The lights were now brightly lit, and a few of the other employees were starting to mill onto the floor for work. That included Naoya’s secretary, Liana. Liana was a cute shy little thing, but she always made the best of any situation.

She had just sat down at her desk outside of Naoya’s office, inserting her common access card into the card reader on her computer. Stopping by her desk you leaned your hip against it placing a hand on her shoulder before you began to speak.

“Good morning, Liana, Mr. Zenin is in his office taking a nap. I’ll be back in two hours to get him up, so hold all calls until after his 9am meeting. He’s having a bad morning.”

Liana’s brown eyes opened wide as she turned towards you nodding in acknowledgement. “Yes, of course Miss F/N.” Smiling you stood upright and grabbed your own things before heading off to your own smaller office next door to Naoya’s.

Removing your iPad from your satchel you sat down in your office chair and began to take care of a few administrative tasks that you needed to have done before the weekend. Exactly two hours later you found yourself back at Naoya’s office with his dry cleaning and black coffee lightly rapping on the door before entering.

Pushing the door open you stepped in closing the door behind you. Naoya was standing in the middle of his office with his back facing you running a dark towel through his damp hair attempting to dry it. Pausing you stood in place holding his dry cleaning against your bosom your lips parting to dampen them with your tongue.

He was shirtless again, sporting a pair of snug fitting grey sweatpants. Broad shoulders shifting accordingly as he continued to drag the damp towel throughout his partially dried hair. Thick cords of muscle flexing as his arms went back and forth. Your mouth had gone dry for a second time. Why was he so perfect? You were literally gawking at him but masked your interest with simple indifference as he turned to face you.

Naoya smirked as he draped the towel he was using over the back of his office chair, giving you full display of his well-defined abdominal muscles. Holy.. You smiled tightly, a bit of heat rising to your cheeks as you stepped forward.

“I have your suit Mr. Zenin.” You draped it over the sectional that was aligned next to the door and sat his coffee down on his desk. “I’ll leave you to get ready for your meeting, I forwarded your itinerary to your email and your schedule for next week for your trip to Akasaka.”

Turning on your heel you reached for the door handle, pulling it open only to have it slammed shut by a heavy palm coming from behind you. Startled you staggered on your heels and glanced over your shoulder bringing your attention back to your boss; who had crossed the room now looming over you.

Smiling sheepishly, you cleared your throat becoming slightly uncomfortable at his close proximity.

“Mr. Zenin?”

Naoya hovered above you, dimly lit grey eyes staring down into your own. His right hand was still pressed against the door with no more of an inch of space between the two of you. His gaze was intense, those grey eyes roving over every inch of your exposed skin.

“Naoya.” he said “Call me Naoya when we’re alone.”

Your throat grew tight as his hungry gaze bounced from your glossed lips down to the crevice of your throat. He was making you nervous, and you cast your gaze off anywhere else in the room silently hoping that he’d put some distance between you both. Instead Naoya grasped hold of your jaw firmly, bringing your attention back to lock eyes with his own. He grinned slyly as he looked down at you, his calloused thumb grazing over your bottom lip.

“Say it.” he ordered.

You paused briefly at the demand, unsure if he was serious or not. His eyes narrowed slightly in warning, and you nodded compliantly before mumbling his name.

“Naoya.” Forcing a tight smile, you nervously took a step backwards which put your back flush up against the only exit. It only prompted Naoya to take another step forward again making the distance between you even more miniscule. The heat of your embarrassment continued to rise into your face as you placed a manicured hand on his chest with the intent to nudge him back to give you some breathing room.

“Naoya, please.” you complained looking him in the eye trying to thwart the swelling warmth that was creeping up your loins.

Raising a brow Naoya’s smirk, only curved into a mirthful smile. “Ah, so you do know how to beg.” Naoya didn’t relent, he didn’t budge an inch due to his solid stature. He did however lower his head until his nose grazed along your collarbone inhaling the floral scent that you were wearing.

You retracted as if you had been burned by fire upon feeling his nose graze your skin. The sudden contact caused you to smack your head against the door, a small whimper of pain following after.

“Naoya!” you whined, surprised from the jolt of pain that radiated from the back of your head.

He completely ignored your objections as pushed a few loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“What a lovely fragrance you’re wearing...”

Huffing in mock anger, you glared up at him jabbing your finger in his chest. He was working you up, and you didn’t want him to know that he had that effect on you. He knew that his behavior was unsavory, and you were determined to remind him.

“Knock it off Naoya!” you bit bottom lip to stop it from quivering before you continued speaking. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you know that this is more than inappropriate.”

That smug smirk returned to Naoya’s chiseled facial features again and he leaned in looming over you again backing you into the door. He placed both of his hands on either side of your head caging you in beneath him.

“Or what?” he drawled as he inched closer to your face, his nose once again grazing against yours. “What are you going to do, Y/N?”

Your lips parted as you locked eyes with him, the words that you wanted to speak getting caught in your throat. Naoya’s lips slotted themselves over your own, silencing you before you could draw another breath of protest.

His kiss was smoldering and demanding, it was almost as if he were sucking the air from your lungs. Your knees grew weak, the sound of your pulse pounding against your eardrums. Whimpering slightly, you writhed helplessly under the aggressive assault on your lips swallowing every thought you were trying to formulate as his tongue prodded at your bottom lip.

Your lips parted as his tongue demanded entrance, the slick thick muscle of Naoya’s tongue slipped inside, dancing over every crack and crevice of your mouth. Your lids hung low as you fell into a dazed state the heat building in your core causing your body to flush from Naoya’s ministrations.

Finally, he let up the aggressive onslaught on your mouth pulling back and allowing you to breathe momentarily. Your eyes were glassed over, lips swollen and flushed, and a dazed expression on your face as you stared up at Naoya who was still hovering over you.

He was clearly entertained by your state of disarray, his hand coming up to grasp ahold of your jaw tightly and canting your head back against the door.

Chuckling to himself he placed his unoccupied hand at the curve of your hip squeezing it tentatively through the fabric of your skirt.

“You’re a mess already. You really want me to stop?” The only response you could relent was a breathy groan as your hands came to grasp at his bicep. You weren’t sure if it was to prevent him from continuing or to ask for more.

Your lips parted to say something- anything, but Naoya’s lips descended on your pulse eliciting a squeak from your own as he sucked and nipped at the spot. Mewling submissively, your dug your fingernails into his arm rubbing your thighs together to relieve the harsh ache that was developing between your legs.

Swallowing a choked sob, you flattened your hands along the broad expanse of his abdomen pushing him lightly. You nearly squealed, the enthusiastic attentions he had been paying your throat starting to tingle.

“Naoya, please. You’re going to leave bruises.”

Naoya only hummed in agreement as he relinquished the hold he had on the skin he’d been teasing, his teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh as he stood up right. Grasping the wrist of your right hand tightly, he wrapped your hand around the outline of his thick length in his sweatpants.

“Look what you’ve started, Y/N.” he groaned as his palm flexed around your own squeezing his erection through his pants. “You’re going to have to take care of this before my meeting.”

Startled your eyes met his own as you stuttered out a complaint all the heat in your loins quickly rushing to your face.

“N-no, there’s no time! Your meeting is in thirty minutes!” At this point, you were desperate to get away from him. If he kept pushing forward like this, you were going to be on your knees before you knew it.

Sneaking a glance at the front of his sweatpants, your breath hitched in your throat as it seemed that his erection had grown even larger.

“Thirty minutes. Plenty of time.” Naoya scoffed. Wrapping an arm around your waist he turned you around pulling your backside against his crotch. Holding you in place, he embraced you tightly grinding his crotch against the curve of your ass.

An unsolicited moan escaped your lips and you clamped your hand over your mouth to prevent any other sounds from filling the room.

Naoya guided you towards his empty desk, abruptly releasing his hold on you to bend you over the wooden top.

“Keep making noises like that, then I'll really have to cancel my meetings today.” Naoya shifted his position so he was standing behind you and placed both palms on the insides of your thighs kneading the flesh slightly.

“Naoya, wait.” You attempted to shuffle back upright, but you were pushed back down against the desk. Naoya’s palm splaying itself over and pushing down on your lower back.

“Stop. Moving.”

You whimpered trying to bring your thighs together as his large hands continued to trail up your inner thighs and under your skirt. His slender fingers ghosted over your cloth covered pussy gathering the slick that had completely saturated your undergarments.

Naoya rubbed his fingers together, clicking his tongue slightly at the amount of arousal that he had gathered from barely touching you.

“You’re soaked.” He continued to prod around your underwear sliding the calloused pads of his fingers over your slick folds through your underwear. “Now I feel kind of bad about neglecting you for this long. If you would have just asked, I would have fucked you already.”

You inhaled sharply as his middle finger pushed past your underwear into your sopping cunt all the way to the knuckle. A whine bubbled up from the back of your throat as you placed your cheek against the cool wood of his desk.

“Naoya. Your mee- Ah!” Naoya curled his finger inside of you, languidly thrusting his finger in and out of you before he pulled it out again. Again, he took his time, slathering your arousal against the inside of your thighs before pulling your underwear down your legs.

Once the thin piece of fabric hit the carpet of the office, he ordered you to lift your legs and had you step out of them. Timidly, you do as he says his hand still pressing against the small of your back.

“I’ll make it on time to the meeting. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

Naoya’s deft fingers make quick work of shoving your pencil skirt over your hips. It was done in such a neat and caring manner, with him making sure not to add any additional creases.

“Draw your legs together.” His hands are still grasping at the soft skin of your inner thighs, where he had smeared your juices.

His command didn’t register immediately, but the sharp sting of his palm coming down on your right ass cheek had you shifting immediately.

Yelping in surprise at the swat you drew your legs together as Naoya positioned himself behind you freeing his cock from the confines of his sweats.

You could only imagine what his dick looked like, deep down you wanted capture the image and have it seared into the back of your corneas. Unfortunately, the position he had you in didn’t give you much room to do anything of the sort.

Gripping the flesh of your hips, Naoya leaned over you putting his chest against your back. You closed your eyes in anticipation, you were really going to let your boss fuck you over his desk like some sex starved secretary and you had no qualms about it. Finally, you’d be able to get this out of your system and then maybe quit and go work for someone else.

You’re pulled from your train of thought when Naoya pushes his hips forward, his dick slipping through your slick coated thighs, in between your pussy lips; with the tip grazing your clit. You shuddered at the sensation; the swollen bud already sensitive from his treatment from earlier.

You gasped in surprise as he pulled back, repeating the same action again hitting the same spot again. Your mouth was going dry, the pressure beginning to mount between your legs as Naoya continued to fuck your thighs.

You could feel every vein, bump, and divot of his cock stimulating your clit the more he rutted into you. Naoya buried his face in the nape of your neck as he increased his pace, he could feel you cunt clenching around nothing as the friction intensified.

“God, you’re so wet.”

Whimpering at his words you drew your knees closer together rocking your hips forward in an attempt to get more friction from the angle you were in.

Naoya’s pace increased subtly, the sound of his pelvis meeting that fat of your ass echoing throughout the office. It sounded down right obscene, but it was sending static through your abdomen. The pressure between your legs was building consistently until your breathing was becoming ragged.

Your body began to move on it’s own accord your hips jutting backwards and then forward to grind against the thick appendage slicking past your pleasure button over and over again. You didn’t realize how good something like this could feel, your breath now coming out in short pants.

“N-Naoya, I think I might…” you groaned, as you brought a shaky hand between your thighs stroking the underside of Naoya’s girth.

He hissed at the taction, and it seemed to spur his humping into overdrive. Wailing helplessly, your knees buckled underneath him a reverberating shudder coursing through middle. Your mind goes fuzzy and distantly you can feel Naoya manhandling you in an attempt to keep your knees drawn together.

“Keep them together.” He gritted out slowly angling his dick upwards to keep rubbing against your aching clit. The intense sensation causes your orgasm to hit you blindly, a wash of warmth pushing itself from your gut. Both hands flew up finding purchase and the edge of the desk as you bit your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the sensual moan working itself up from the back of your throat.

A wave of slick gushes down your inner thighs making it ten times easier for Naoya’s dick still slipping fervently through the meat of your thighs. Your body still shook from the aftershocks or your orgasm, the intense friction from the man behind you sending your body into overstimulation.

You whimpered lowly, hoping that he’d finish sooner than later before you ended up crying in the middle of his office. He thrusted forward again, his hands squeezing harshly at the soft skin of your hips.

“Close..” his jaw set hard and firm and he thrusted again, learning over your body situated on the desk.

His member stilled between your thighs, and the warmth of his cum began seeping between your thighs. You gasped in surprise as he continued to pump in and out until your thighs milked him completely. A moment later, he pulled himself free from your thighs

“Don’t move.” Pulling up his sweat pants, Naoya grabbed the towel that he had discarded earlier and came back to standing behind you.

Kneeling behind you he took the towel and began to clean up the mess of his between your thighs. You flinched at the feel of the damp fabric against your skin but waited until he finished.

Although he wasn’t wiping you off anymore, he still remained crouched down his heated gaze directed towards your glistening core. He wasn’t saying anything, and you only grew more flustered as you were splayed out open to him on the desk.

Standing up right your hands quickly found the hem of your skirt trying to pull it back down over your waist. Naoya stood interrupting your actions by grasping hold of your hand.

Your face was already red with embarrassment, biting your lip you pinned Naoya with a nervous glare.

“What the hell Naoya?!” You whined slightly taken aback at the sudden action.

“Allow me.” He was staring down at you, lip twitching at the corner of his mouth as he pulled your skirt back down for you smoothing out any wrinkles as he did. Once he was finished correcting your wardrobe, his hand slipped over your behind giving it a firm squeeze.

You squealed at the gesture, shooting him an incredulous look. “Don’t be mannish.”

It was very clear to you that he was laughing at you, attempting to hide the amused smirk that was slowly creeping onto his face. Unfortunately that’s exactly what he was, and you had allowed him to act on his impulses and your own.

Huffing indignantly, you distanced yourself away from him. You were unsure of what to say or do in this situation, but Naoya simply carried on like whatever happened between you two was business as usual. He picked up his dry cleaning and went to stripping down and changing right in front you.

You shied your gaze away from his naked body glancing down at your watch to check the time. It was 8:40, he had exactly 5 minutes to get into the conference room to go over his pitch with his client. Shifting unsteadily, you realized that your underwear was still missing.

Smoothing your arms over your blouse and over your hair to make sure you looked at least semi decent you cleared your throat.

“Uhm.. Naoya. My underwear?”

Naoya had just finished buttoning up his collared shirt, as he turned on his heels to glance over at you. He knelt down to pick up the scrawny piece of lacy fabric and stuffed it into the pocket of his khaki trousers.

“Out of sight, out of my mind.” He mused as he pulled open his desk drawer.

You blanched as you watched in horror, the heat of embarrassment once again rising to your face. Sighing in defeat you turned towards the door of his office to let yourself out.

“Your meeting starts in 15 minutes. Please don’t be late Mr. Zenin.”

Naoya casually rummaged through his desk drawer before pulling out his silver Rolex and slipping it on his left wrist fastening it quickly.

“Y/N, before you leave for the weekend. Be sure that you purchase an additional first class plane ticket for my trip to Akasaka.”

Arching a brow you nodded, but decided to inquire why he needed another ticket.

“Of course.. I’ve already purchased one for you and Mr. Fushiguro.” You pondered thoughtfully as your mind went back to his appointments out of town the following week. You didn’t recall any additional associates, and the week Naoya was out of time should have been a down week for you. “What name should I book it under, sir?”

Naoya was now adjusting his grey tie as he closed the gap between the both of, his hand latching onto your jaw squeezing your cheeks together.

“You’re coming along, you’re going to keep Fushiguro and I attending to business matters.” With a hushed chuckle he released his hold on you to open up his office stepping out of the door and out of sight.

Shocked you stood silent. Your breath caught in your throat, trying to decipher what the hell he was insinuating. You were aware that the business trip included Mr. Fushiguro but you personally weren’t a fan of him. If you thought Naoya was crass, Mr. Fushiguro may have been worse.

“What the fuck did I just start..?”