Bloominx

Hello anon!

If the people want it, Im not against it.

I do try to keep him as in character as I can without straying from my vision (kind of, it's very hard since he barely got any screentime, sadly) and I do feel like he would be a bit disgusted at the thought of that but I see the appeal in a way.

Let me know if you guys wanna see it in my next fic! It's going to be about Catboy! Naoya and I feel like that would be a perfect opportunity if you guys wanted to see it!

Summary: You go to therapy due to issues (duh) and instead fuck your handsome therapist! This time Reader is the one in need of help and Naoya doesn't actually help, infact he somehow worsens you.

A/n: Pretty funny concept huh? A huge step in the wrong direction when you look at my last fic. Since this is handsome beautiful sexy amazing but toxic Naoya we're talking here, obviously his treatment is just about as shit as you can think. Will make a part two if requested. Also if you do have a therapist who behaves in this way towards you, you should immediately report them as that is abuse. Please stay safe.

Tags: Violation of the Hippocratic Oath, Some-what abuse of power, Recording (Consensual), Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Creampie, Touch-Starved/Sex Addict? Reader

You had been going to therapy for about the past three years. Different issues such as awful relationships, unhealthy habits and repetitive behaviours had ate away at you for as long as you could think so when you finally decided to do something about it, you thought it'd be absolutely life-changing.

Much to your disappointment, nothing came out of most of your mental health sessions, you either didn't click well enough with a person and their methods or schedule clashes would cause you to be either late or completely absent from the appointments booked.

That's how you met your current counsellor, a young man, no older than you, by the name of Mr Zenin, or Naoya as you insisted you call him, much to his displeasure.

To put it nicely, the man, was absolutely awful at his job, you treated him more as a blank space to vent to purely because of how horrible his advice truly was. He acted more like a judge than a supporter, most of the time, his face was always twisted in a disgusted manner anytime you had confessed any sort of secret to him and if it wasn't disgust polluting that handsome face, it was disappointment. He'd act almost ashamed on your behalf and that was more insulting than anything else you had ever heard. Honestly, you had no idea why you kept coming back, to an extent it worked. The more he aggravated you, the harder you would push yourself, or so he said.

You sighed, getting ready for another session as you sunk down on the couch, watching as he hurriedly set up the voice recorder. His head turned over to you, silently requesting for you to clarify consent. You gave him a nod.

''Verbal Consent.'' He clarified as if you were stupid and lord knows it took every bone in your body not to slap him stupid. You could swear you heard an idiot muttered under his breath, he took any chance he could to degrade people and it showed.

''I consent.'' Popping the last word out with an annoyed tone as you shot him a bitter look. He only seemed amused with it.

''Good.'' A large hand reached over, ruffling your hair in a way to annoy than be affectionate.

He finally sat down in his chair, not too far from you, his clipboard rested on his inner thigh as his leg crossed over the other. His piercings caught in the light, bleached blonde hair tousled with black tips, his face and hair were extremely unprofessional, screaming more concert than client ready. For all the dick-head was worth, he was an extremely good looking man. He sat there, clearly entertained by your staring but was irritated by the silence that followed after-wards.

''Well? Stop staring and start speaking, woman.'' The word sounded derogatory coming from him, said in such a passive manner, a voice clearly used to condescension in every letter pronounced. It was impressive how everything he ever uttered sounded so ill-willing.

Nonetheless, you began talking, far too much if you asked him, which thankfully you didn't. He had always found your problems to be minuscule and easily solvable if you just adopted his very correct and definitely not backwards way of thinking. He certainly didn't want to spend the next hour and a half of his precious life hearing you complain and bitch over every little detail, already eyeing the watch wrapped around his wrist as you rambled on in the background.

''My job sucks!'' He'd hear you whine. How any of this was a problem for him to deal with? He had no clue. But to him, the solution was simple. Quit and settle down. Women weren't made for the work-space anyways.

''My friends are giving me mixed signals!'' Ditch them. Find a husband to keep you company instead. Everyone knew a successful man was supported by a woman who knew how to listen, maybe it was time for you to take on such a role. That would fill the social void. Start a family or something.

''I can't find love!'' Well maybe it was because you were such a bitch, obviously men didn't want to approach a woman who thrust herself out there, dignified people preferred the company of other dignified humans. Maybe if you ditched the whore skirts and tried on something better, you'd be a woman worth taking out anyways. You certainly had the body and looks for it, he thought

''I can't seem to get laid!'' Stop chasing di-

Wait, What?

You continued, completely glossing over the topic that caught his attention, opting to pound his ear with useless information. His brows furrowed in annoyance and confusion.

''Hold on for a second, go back to what you just said.''

Your face grew hotter as your brain acknowledged what you just confessed to him. You were used to his judgement at this point and you were convinced the man could sniff out fear like a hound, no point in backing down.

He leaned back, an interested air which wasn't there a minute ago appeared around him.

''Well? Go on then.''

''I've been feeling lonely these past few days, it's been chipping at me and I feel like I'm lacking touch.'' You confessed, body slumping on the side of the sofa as you heaved yourself up to look at him.

You could vividly recall the ache deep within you, most nights you had spent wasting in your bed, trying your best to fix the issue yourself but your poor hand could only take you so far. Toys, nudes and other methods of pleasure were ones you ever barely found yourself resorting to but you slowly inched in it, careful not to lose yourself.

He moved himself other, positioning himself to sit knee-first in the spot right next to your couch, leaning over you.

''Keep talking.''

Slightly overwhelmed by his sudden closeness, you had to will yourself to not look away.

''Well...I've never really tried to entertain my thoughts of them.'' A lie and something about how he looked at you could probably tell you that he knew. He snickered to himself slightly, finding your attempt at saving face to be amusing.

''Like all people, I have needs of my own and I've quelled them, mostly. But it doesn't feel like it's enough anymore. I want...I want someone with me for once. I feel like I'm frustrating myself every-time i try to be alone.'' The words slipped out quietly, the sincerity of it surprised him. He never found you to be truthful, annoying and loud is the term he would use to describe you if he had the chance to. Seeing you so silent really did arouse him.

The smell of him filled your senses, pine-wood and other earthy tones made you almost melt into your seat. A soft finger, laced with that exact intoxicating sweet aroma traced a delicate, light path on your cheek. Soon enough, his entire hand came to cup the right side of your face.

''Keep talking.''

''What kind of help is this?'' You scoffed, betraying your own words as you leaned in.

''It's unconventional but I feel like an off-book treatment would help this issue no?'' He whispered. It wasn't a question, more so a promise that he was going to do what you think he was going to do.

He quietly rubbed his face back and forth, drawing circular motions on your cheek as he listened to the fast breathing slow down from you.

''Poor girl, you must be so pent-up, aren't you?'' He cooed at the very pathetic sight of you. It's no wonder a woman like you was so touch-starved, you just couldn't keep your mouth closed. After all, who'd want a snarky bitch like you?

He did. A lot more than he was willing to admit.

Your brows furrowed in frustration at his conceited expression. You pushed his hand far from your face, opting to keep your dignity than whatever lust you felt.

He didn't let up though.

''Can't you just see I'm trying to help?'' You tried your hardest not to snort at him. A man like that could never work for his own benefit.

But what was the harm in just doing this just one, right?

You pulled his hand back to you, leaning into him. Just this once.

''I'll cure your craving. I'll make sure my client gets the treatment she needs. What kind of person would I be if I didn't?'' It sounded like a mockery at an attempt for help, neither of you believed a single word that came out that man's mouth and you knew it.

His lips ghosted over yours.

''I'm gonna have to record this session, camera and audio. You'll let me right?''

You nodded, muttering out a single ''yes''.

''I'm glad you finally caught on with the verbal consent thing.''

He was on you in a minute, each knee digging into the side of the couch, straddling you as his hands quickly worked to tore off your shirt and ripped your bottoms, leaving you in just your underwear.

Black lace looked good on you, that's for sure.

He shoved a finger in your mouth, swirling the digit around in the warm wetness

''Suck.'' A single demand, one you immediately complied with. He tasted bitter and sweet at the same time, a finger stained with coffee and way too much cream and sweetener for it's own good.

''Good.'' He said. The praise sending an odd shiver through you. He slipped his finger out, a wet pop! echoing through the room. His other hand patted your left cheek, leaning down.

His lips smashed against you, nothing loving about the way he tried to practically eat you. A harsh nip to your bottom lip made you gasp, his tongue sliding in and tasting you, hurried like he would die if he didn't touch you this moment.

He unbuttoned his own shirt, watching how your eyes dipped below his pants, following his v-line with a hungry look in your eyes. He unbuckled it slowly, dragging it out to watch your impatient hands practically tug at him to get on with the show. He finally pulled his dick out, he was a bit above average, with a girth enough to fill you up to the brim. Your thighs felt damp and grinded together at the thought of it finally being in you.

''Get on your knees.''

''What..?'' You breathed out aimlessly, too concerned with his teasing to fully let his words sink in.

''You heard me, on your knees. Suck me off if you want me to fuck you.'' Your eyes widened at his crude wording.

''Could you seriously be any more perverted if you tried?!'' He shoved you onto your knees anyways. Shoving his cock into your mouth, you felt it hit the back of your throat. He sighed in bliss at the gagging noises, seeing the tears sting at the corner of your eyes with a twisted affection. You really were beautiful, you just needed someone to shut you up.

His thrusts grew lazy, grinding himself against his mouth as he finally finished, your jaw went slack at his audacity, his semen slipping from your mouth staining the carpet below. He tsked at you.

''Dumb girl, you ruined my carpets.'' He saw you spit it out into a tissue, sighing something about you being ungrateful for his seed. He shoved you back up onto the couch, spreading your legs.

Ripping off your underwear, he lined himself up.

''Ready, baby?'' He hummed out. You cringed at the name.

''Don't call me that.'' He scoffed.

''Okay, bitch.'' You frowned, much preferring the last one to the new one.

''Just do it already...''

He pushed himself in with one brutal thrust, the strike making your eyes roll back as he bottomed out, tip grinding just against your g-spot. He noticed how your toes curled in, the slight drool from your mouth as you struggled to hold your whine in.

''That's the spot, isn't it?'' He whispered, his breath hot on your ear as his tongue licked a slow line along it's ridges, your nails dug into his shoulders as you hung onto him, as if he were the only lifeline you'd ever know.

He moved again but much to your misery, he had chosen to purposefully avoid the one place that made you feel good, you were so so desperate, you could have cried.

''Come on Naoya!'' You whined out, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes threatened to spill, he could have laughed if he weren't so focused on how sweet your voice sounded.

He loved the way you seemed so angry and sad. This was your fault after all. If you shut up when he told you to, maybe he wouldn't be punishing you.

But some part of him knew that either way, he was always going to do this

The salty taste of your disappointment was the most delicious thing of all to him, his lips sealing to catch the taste running down your cheek, it felt like a kiss, one you knew you should push away. Get him off of you and maybe find someone who would treat you better.

He moved again, slower this time, each motion angled away from where he knew you'd feel good.

''Beg for it and I'll give it to you.'' He mocked, the thought of breaking down your pride, making you reliant on him made his ego thrive and his cock throb. He couldn't wait to see you give in.

''P-Please... Naoya'' That did it for him. His name was one he usually couldn't stand to hear uttered in such a lewd manner, but from you? No music could compare.

''Fine then.'' He pulled his hips back completely, leaving only the tip inside and watched as your hips desperately tried to ground back on him, he shifted in you, this time planning on aiming for the spongy spot, he really wanted to hear you scream now.

He went in, the thrust had you seeing stars, your body lurched forward as your nails dug crescent shaped marks into his open skin, his entire back now tainted with marks of purple and red, all from you.

His name fell from your lips, over and over, echoing in the room. The camera angled towards the both of you catching every single wet slap your slick and speed had made. The slap of skin on skin was an addicting one, you knew why you craved it so much now, this felt amazing!

He'd brought you to new highs you weren't even sure you'd ever be able to figure out with just yourself, now that you had a taste of him, some part of you began to wonder how you'd live without having it atleast once more?

He made you so greedy in such little time and by the grin plastered across his face, you felt as if he knew.

''You close?'' A hand snaked down, barely touching your clit.

You babbled incoherently, nodding eagerly as best you could, head thrown back and back arched.

He rubbed your clit, harshly. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, every inch of him going in and out drove you mad, saliva dripped from your mouth as your brain tried to handle the way he fried your nerves.

He sped up, close to the edge himself, trying to force himself as deep as he could, determined to bury himself in your guts and rearrange them.

''Fuck-! I'm gonna cum! Shit! Shit!'' He groaned out, grinding into you one final time before cumming deep inside you, painting your gooey walls a pretty white colour. He finally pulled out, the slit in his tip still connecting a bit of semen to your hole, he gave you a quick nip to the neck, suckling and kissing on the mark to soothe it.

''You did good this session.'' He muttered, saying quietly into your ear as he tucked a wrecked strand of hair behind your ear.

''I work off the clock too, call me if you need any help.'' He winked at you, clothing himself and grabbing his phone, stopping the recording.

He watched as you hurriedly put on your clothes, guiding you to the door by the small of your back. Before you left, you saw him mouth

''See you again.'' The flirty motion made you blush as you felt his warm cum move inside you.

You laid in bed, concerning yourself with your phone when a notification popped up.

It was Naoya and attached was a video. You clicked on it. The crazy bastard really did record everything, he even shot it like a porno. The message read:

''For when you get lonely/doubt my abilities to help my precious client ♡''

You could smell the sarcasm oozing from him, just from the message. And some part of you genuinely smiled. You found your thumb hovering over the call button.

What harm was one more time? You needed his expertise after all

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Thank you for all the love and support my fics have been getting recently, seeing so much people enjoy what was essentially just a shit-post makes me really happy.

Summary: Naoya begins to spend more time with you, in and out the bedroom and must grapple with his feelings on whether or not what he's doing is acceptable to any parties involved!

A/n: Due to an anon request and for my own personal enjoyment, I've decided to make this a series however it's not the only thing I'd be interested in writing so if anyone has any requests, my request box is open! (That being said I'm not a fan nor am i interested in Geto so i will not be doing him, sorry.)

Tags: Oral (f! receiving). Implied Insecurity issues and Emotional Issues, Slight Obsession From Naoya. Vaginal Sex.

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Your body lied sore and numb, a testament to the absolute work-outs the blonde man next to you had put you through, his toned body kissed by the clear affection of last night. You watched his peaceful expression as his chest raised in and out, his expression lost of all the usual snark and malic behind it. These days, he was surprisingly calmer, a behaviour praised by Naoki who he had quickly shut down and a slight sense of pride blooms in your chest at the thought that you may have been that individual to finally do that. You brought the young man's face closer to your chest, allowing him to bask in the warmth of your breasts as you feel his eyes flutter against them. Quietly cooing at him, you tuck a hair behind an ear, the action of a woman who cared so much for the man before her, a woman who was happy to indulge in the care of her lover.

Your happy train of thought was soon cut off as his rough voice demanded.

''Stop that damn humming and go make me breakfast, my stomach aches.'' Muttering something about proudly giving you a workout, the man had no sense of humanity or empathy within his heart and it showed. Your face almost slapped onto the floor without the support of your legs, an action only prevented by his hand grabbing yours. When he saw your attempt to scramble back in bed, he promptly let go, earning you a cold hard kiss from the woodboards.

Huffing, you hurried your clothes on, patting down the stairs. These days, you truly had to be more careful (a term the young blonde had apparently never heard of), both Naoki and Miko were getting plenty suspicious of his sudden willingness to listen, although both parties accused you of bribery from anything else. The kitchen laid empty and not a single soul was to be found downstairs. The kitchen had always been one of your favourite spots, the joy of cooking was one that always stood out to you.

You hummed to yourself, indulging in the peace and quiet, this silence was nothing of the forced sort you were used to, almost content in it's nature, finally surrounded by those who loved you and wanted you. Your mind flicked back to Naoya as the word love lingered in your mind. The man had nagged you and demanded affection in such a way, you wondered if he had ever thought of you outside your body.

In his bedroom (the one you had just left about 40 minutes ago), he found himself hard at your disappearance yet again, almost feeling the urge to just go downstairs and drag you back up. He palmed his cock through his blanket, making sure to tease the slit the way how you would whenever your generous hands or sloppy mouth were on him. Whimpers of your name wringed out of him, softer than anything he would claim in bed. His mind fantasized about your body, thoughts running wild at how you would take him, how your breasts would be open for him to knead and fondle at any given time.

Not even an hour went by when he already began to crave you again, your touch and the way your cunt would clench around him whenever he was inside. But what really pushed him over the edge was the aftercare, how you would let him suckle on your breasts and let his tongue and teeth lick and dig it's existence into you, how no matter how violent any of his show of affections were, you could still find it in your heart to care for him after. He never knew softness like yours before, never knew softness and now that he got a feel for it, he wasn't sure he wanted to let it go so easily, no matter how taboo it was.

All he wanted was to fuck you again, to feel both you and him lose each-other in all your unadulterated lust for eachother and feel your hands on his head by the end of it. He wanted to be hugged by you again, cursing himself for telling you to make him food. He'd have to go down at some point....

Naoya stood off to the side, watching with intense focus as you moved through the kitchen, turning around to feed him bites of food. Lunch was almost prepared and Naoki and Miko had told you they wouldn't be back until dinner-time anyways, giving you just enough time to work out what you and Naoya would have wanted for lunch. Being the spoiled man-baby he was, he had not requested but demanded that you bring him Teishoku with ginger pork.

The both of you sat at the dinner-table, a comfortable silence emitting from you. He grew restless with each second, needing you to acknowledge his existence in some way. Scooting closer to you, he very harshly tapped his chopsticks on your bowl, your head turned around, confused at what he could be requesting.

His head motioned at you then his bowl. You couldn't understand what he meant. An annoyed huff slipped from his lips.

''Feed me.'' A very matter-of-fact statement and definitely not an outrageous request coming from him. You found it just a bit endearing so you played along, gently picking up a slice of the gingered pork and bringing it up to his lips. He chewed with great pleasure, an almost approving noise coming from him.

He motioned for you to do it again, mixing the pork and rice and watching you take another handful to feed him. You repeated the action until the meal was done. He stood up, quickly stealing a kiss from you before running away from whatever ''bitch lecture'' (his words) you were going to scold him to.

Apart from talking to Naoya and doing chores, you hadn't really thought of anything else to do. Naoya seemed to have his own suggestions but they were painfully perverted, making you roll your eyes at his exaggerated libido and stamina.

''When's the last time you left the house anyways? I haven't seen you step out since I first came here.'' He had a point, despite how outgoing you and others would consider you, you never really went out, preferring hospitality in comfort more than fun.

''Let's go out together and find something for you to do so you don't end up being a lazy fat hermit. Nothing worse in the world than a lazy woman who doesn't know how to please her man.'' You were taken aback by his audacity.

''Excuse me?''

''Yea think of it as a date.'' His voice carried a very unserious flirty undertone, his hand gripping your waist.

''Just go get dressed.'' You sighed.

The both of you had been wandering the city centre for quite some time, originally intended to be a trip for you, it somehow ended up with you being Naoya's glorified bag-bitch. He dragged accompanied you through multiple different stores, some for his piercings, others for casual clothing (he insisted on only getting his main wardrobe from places his family usually got them).

Your legs ached like never before, Naoya's walking pace was akin to that of a motor-boat's engine. All he did was bitch and whine about you being too slow or you not picking up the pace. So much for a date.

He eventually stopped at some sort of cafe, dragging you as if his bags didn't enough and sat the both of you there.

Oh wow finally getting to the date part huh? You thought to yourself, it was a pretty nice place afterall, cute flowers, a nice little plant set up, sage greens with muted pinks and gold lining coated every inch of the place.

Turning over to look at him, you weren't expecting the intense gaze he held, a mix between prideful and longing. His eyes darted to any part of you they could find, bouncing between your hair, chest, hands, eventually settling on your eyes.

''Not a bad outfit choice now that I'm seeing it, but you could definitely benefit from a little wardrobe change here and then.'' He sniggered to himself, although he quickly dropped it when he saw your unamused expression, muttering a quick sorry.

He doesn't know why he said that, he doesn't want to mock you. He really did think you were beautiful so why couldn't he just say so? The menu distracted him from confronting his thoughts, quickly skimming over it and grumbling over all the dishes. You leaned over, seeing the dishes and pointing a manicured finger towards a sweeter dish, telling him words he couldn't exactly be bothered to make out as he stared at your digits. He admitted, he did quite enjoy the feel of them all over his body and especially in his mouth. The more he sat there and fantasized about it, the more he felt he needed you.

Roughly grabbing your hand, he practically manhandled you in his rush to get you up.

''Come on, we're going home. Fuck this date bullshit.''

His hand hurriedly unlocked the door, leading the both of you in. Pushing you onto the couch, Naoya crawled on-top of you, pressing your lips against each-other. Unlike his previous ones, these seemed more slow, he savoured the taste of you in his mouth as if you were his favourite meal on earth, a taste he was scared to lose if he did so much as let go.

You spread your legs, ready for him to find his fingers in-between them and prepare you for what he always called the best part, throwing your dress off and practically ripping your panties off. To your surprise, his body slipped lower, his face lining up with your entrance.

''Naoya? What are you doing?'' He stared at you, an almost devious glint shining through the young man's eyes.

''What? I didn't get to eat today, ain't this gonna be a nice meal for me?'' His tongue licked up a slow stripe up from your hole to your clit, pressing his tongue flat so you could feel every motion.

You threw your head back in pillow, fists clenched and overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion of pleasure he had insisted you go through. His lips found your hole once again, pressing it into an ''o'' shape, he began to slurp up your juices like it was the only thing that could quench his thirst. He would suffocate in your pussy if he could, finding no better comfort than in between your thighs, the way how they locked his head in and settled on his legs had him convinced that if he were to die right now, he'd die the happiest man on earth.

Your hands nestled in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, the pain making a jolt of pleasure shoot through his body. Anything you would give him, he would take. He didn't care if it was violent or sweet, so long as it was you, he would forever listen. He wanted to please you, just you, only you.

''Oh god, i-i'm gonna cum!'' You warned him, he nodded eagerly, ready to lap up your release. With a moan of his name, you came all over his face, he licked it up as best as he could. Lifting himself up with a frustrated groan, he moved back up so his face could meet yours.

''Was that good?'' It was hesitant, quiet even. You smiled at him, he more than earned your validation.

''Of course Naoya, you're so good.'' The words made his cock throb in anticipation. He unzipped his pants and tore his shirt off, dumping the clothes on the living room floor. Lining his cock up with your opening, he slowly sheathed himself, feeling your dripping cunt practically drench his sensitive member in your filthy juices, a feeling that he would never take for granted.

He fully pulled back before fully thrusting himself back in. He fucked into you with reckless abandon, watching in absolute awe as your tits bounced with each rough motion he had. He showed his neck, letting you latch on, nothing gave him a greater sense of pride than seeing the both of your necks tainted with eachother's lips and teeth. He has no idea who he'd be without you, or who he was before you. None of that mattered to him anymore, you were here and that's the only thing he wanted to focus on.

He begged you, praised you and bended to your every whim even without you noticing and he'd find happiness in every action of servitude.

''Oh, you're doing so well Naoya, you're being so good for me, aren't you?'' Your voice cooed out softly, he nodded his head eagerly.

''Yea! Yea, i am, aren't i?'' He kissed you, just another way of showing you his fucked up affection. He did love you, so much so, it felt as if his heart would swell inside his chest. You had done irreversible damage to him with just simple affection. Praise was nothing but a tool used against him and that's how he had always viewed it but with you? Nothing was like that, it was never something he had to earn, you gave it regardless, no matter how cold he acted, patient and caring arms open to him, an embrace he never wanted to leave.

His final thrust drew out the second orgasm from you, convulsing on his cock, you could swear stars littered your vision, seeing nothing but his needy gaze staring back into your glassy eyes.

He felt his release finally snap, blowing his cum into you as his tongue licked up your neck, pressing kisses to your jawline as he whimpered into them, swearing how much this meant to him.

''I love you, i love you, i love you, i love you so much-so so so much'' The declaration fed into your heart, his arms wrapped tightly across your waist. Almost obsessive but who were you to deny him? You loved him as well. Tilting his head up, you whispered a single phrase to him.

''I love you too Naoya.''

He choked out a sob at that, nestling his head into your supple breasts. You were the only one who ever cared for him and he'd be damned than let that go. He knew he couldn't hold you in public the way how Naoki held Miko but he yearned to. He would one day, he swears one day he will.

You stroked his hair, sweet nothings muttered into his ear about how much he mattered, how he kept you company and how much that mattered to him.

He did love you and he would be the only one to do so.

''I love you.'' The last words before your helpless lover drifted off in your arms.

Lace Flower Banner: @mattflvwr

I'd love for this to be a series ngl, mommy issues are such a good look on him ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much!

To be honest, i originally intended for it to be a one shot but seeing this is making me kind of curious to see where i could go with this time of events.

Ao3 is still making me wait for an invite after i lost my old account's login so I think Maybe July 8th I'll post it there under the same name!

Can confirm second part is in the drafts and will be done by either the end of next week or the week after.

To answer your question, I will be making it a series now and I completely agree with your mommy issues statement, I feel like he just acts like a boy depraved of love and as his number one fan, I think he can be fixed with a good fuck and some love. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Next Chapter ->

A fanfic in which Naoya Zenin fucks and ends up falling in love with a MILF.

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Implied Mommy Issues, Misogyny (cuz this is naoya we are talking about, duh.).

A/n: This isn't my first fic but this will be the only one I'm posting on here. I really wanted to write this but I can't on my main since I don't really do older women x naoya stuff?

I'll still be active on here though and if you guys are interested my requests are open, I'll write any fanfic idea I can!

Miko is reader's daughter.

Naoki is Naoya's older brother.

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Your daughter. Your pride and joy. Your miracle. She stood at your door, eyes twinkling with that love and nostalgia from her childhood. Standing beside her was her husband and son-in-law, a man of average stature, black flat hair laying on his head and thin brown eyes. His gold wedding band on his finger shimmered in the sun, nearly blinding you. You squealed in excitement, you had never really had any guests over. Growing as a single mother, all you ever really had was your beloved daughter Miko and as she got married, soon the second person entered your life, Naoki. Ushering them in with excited hands on their back, you wrapped your arms around both of them, squeezing the breath out of the happy couple. You placed a gentle kiss to her dome , cupping her face and mushing her cheeks together, murmuring and yapping about how lonely you've been and how cruel she was for leaving her poor mother all alone.

She replied through half giggles and muffled noises, updating you on her job, food habits and sleeping schedules. Naoki smiled, watching the two of you bicker and tease.

''Have you two managed to get any new friends? Anyone to come over for dinner, you know i always cook too much!'' You asked, you had always been quite the social hoster, it's how you even met Miko's father in the first place. You enjoyed cookouts and dinners and any situation involving people and food and talks. Miko always invited people over whenever she came around so to see no one shocked you a little. Her face slightly dropped.

''Well there is one person...'' Her voice trailed off, clearly not content to introduce whoever it was she was referring to.

''Well whoever it is, we'll make them feel right at home. Yknow the Cesar Ritz saying, ''Hospitality is simply an opportunity to show love and care!'' Beaming back at her and ruffling her hair in an attempt to bring up her mood.

A bitter tone from the voice you would have least expected had spoke. It was Naoki.

''There's no point being kind towards that man, he's more so a selfish animal than a person.'' The quick and sharp wording showed you that he truly did believe what he had just said and Miko even shook her head in agreement.

''The more the merrier none the less!'' You chirped weakly. Seeing no one agree with you, you muttered.

''Surely he's not that bad, you guys wouldn't have invited him over if he was.''

''We didn't get a choice.'' Naoki retorted back. ''The fat cu- that selfish boy invited himself onto this trip since he wanted to visit Tokyo anyways.'' His words held back a bite, bubbling with annoyance.

''Who is he anyways?'' Naoki spoke of him so familiarly, you couldn't help but be curious as to what could be the relationship between them.

''He's my bitch younger brother, that's who.'' Miko snapped her neck at him, telling him to watch his language with a quick ''Hey.''

The door shook with an ear-deafening thud, whoever was behind it was clearly impatient. You moved towards it, unlocking the door and throwing it open. You're not sure what you were expecting but the picture of a young man wasn't certainly the sight you thought you should have been greeted with.

A handsome young man at that, slightly taller than his older brother, standing at around 5'11. He was oddly punk for whatever reason, his hair flat, bleached blonde with dark black tips, layering and styled that reached just above his ears. On his right helix, two rings of black metal were punctured through them and and his lobe was decorated with two studs, one jade and the other silver. Compared to his right, the left seemed bare, only holding a singular stud. His eyes were a lot sharper than Naoki's and a black clean cateye liner seemed to define it. Despite his alternative hair and face, his clothes were anything but. A dark-blue kimono, tucked underneath a pair of hakama pants and straw sandals. You opened your mouth to greet him but before you could, he just walked right past. No greeting or noise from him, he rolled in an expensive 2 piece suitcase with him. (Just how long was he planning to stay here you wondered) and looked over at his brother, smirking at him and receiving a scowl back.

He kicked his feet, making both suitcases roll over to Naoki.

''Carry them to my room.'' He had a smooth voice, it was almost indulgent, sounding condescending in every vowel but almost enjoyable to hear, he held an accent you didn't exactly find anywhere in Naori's voice. They really were different in every way.

''And why the hell should i do that for? You've got legs of your own.'' He snapped back.

''I'm here to deal with the fact that you're too incompetent and Father had to trust me instead. Don't make me take my help back.'' He almost seemed amused at his brother's anger.

''You're an awful decision-maker anyways, just look at the wench you decided to wed out of every woman you had.'' Your daughter stood there, unfazed by his comment. You flinched in offense on her behalf. Knowing that it was probably irrelevant to do say, you opened your mouth anyways.

''Don't speak about her like that.''

He snapped his head over, concerningly angry at your input.

''And who the fuck are you-oh.'' His eyes skimmed over your face and body, focusing on your chest. His voice became a lot more sultry than it was two seconds ago.

''Didn't catch your name, what was it?'' He asked, the bastard wasn't even trying to hide his blatant ogling, only furthering Naoki's and Miko's anger.

''It's (name).'' You choked out, still feeling his eyes focus on your breasts.

''For fuck's sake Naoya, that's my wife's mother you're making eyes at!'' Naori was at limit with his little brother, scolding him through gritted teeth. Naoya rolled his eyes.

''Must have been the dad genes that ruined her face.'' Turning back to you, he asked.

''You single or is the father still around?'' It was clear as day that the man had no sense of social awareness, either that or he was just purposely being a dick (you knew for a fact it was the second one).

''He's gone, we've been over for over 20 years.'' You weren't really a big fan of remembering the other biological half of Miko. You two had never officially been together and you don't know why you were so hurt when he left, it was only natural a man as immature than that refused to take responsibility. He didn't even make you cum on that night!

''Single mom or divorced after?'' The questions were slowly creeping up to be more personal, you're not sure why he was so invested in your past anyways but it felt nice to vent.

''We were never together, mistakes made young and that's how i got my sweet girl Miko.'' You could hear a very disapproving tch come from his mouth.

''Ain't nothing sweet about your little devil of a kid and he sounds like a pathetic excuse for a man.'' Your face brightened up as you really thought someone began to take your side for once. This was quickly crushed when he decided to correct you as well.

''And you spreading your legs for such a sad man like that falls on your shoulders too yknow? It's no surprise your kid turned out the way she did. Not that it matters now anyways, you seem like a decent woman despite your past failings.'' Your face dropped, he really was as awful as Naori claimed.

''Anyways, come with me and show me to my room, you seem like you'd do a better job at it than Naori anyways.'' He walked towards you, rolling the suitcases, dumping them at your feet. You leaned down, bending over to pick them up. You felt a smooth hand give your ass a rough squeeze. You turned around to see none other than the blonde man as the culprit, finding clear amusement in your horrified reaction.

''You've got huge tits by the way, nice rack.'' The comment, insanely perverted and bordeline shameless was said in such a passive manner, you could almost be convinced he was speaking of the weather. Naori hung his head in shame of his brother's words and Miko looked just about ready to gut the man if she could.

''Well then? We ain't got all day woman, speed it up, I've got places to see and Naori's problems to fix.

Hurriedly picking up his stuff, you quickly followed suite, opening the door to the not so readily made guest room. His eyes soured at the sight.

''And why wasn't this done? Don't you know the basic rules of hospitality or did women lose all sense of respect for their place?''

You muttered out an embarrassed apology, promising to fix it up in an hour. He smiled at your compliance, you were just his type, buxom, charming and willing to listen (or so he assumed).

''Good girl.'' He praised and hummed contently. He left without a word and just a wave. You watched the young man descend the stairs and out the door with mixed feelings.

''Wasn't that an odd first meeting?'' You wondered out loud before turning back around, getting back to the guest room.

For the past two weeks, you had lived with your beloved daughter, her wonderful husband and his slightly infuriating, slightly seductive younger brother. You found he was picky in everything and by everything you meant everything. Always had something to say about dinner or laundry or his bedsheets as if he wasn't a guest. But nevertheless you persisted, determined to stay ontop and truly prove yourself as the best host ever. The man never acknowledged your efforts but him staying silent for tonight's dinner was enough to prove to you that you truly were a miracle-maker. Refiling Miko's and Naori's bowls of rice and pouring out more tea, you turned over to Naoya, raising the pot in offer and arching a brow.

''Do you want more?'' You said with a smile. You had no idea just how attracted he had grown to you over the weeks. Your smile made his cock throb under the table. He didn't even bother to respond. Muttering something about needing to excuse himself and dashed upstairs. You watched with astonishment and concern at his speed. Did the cooking accidentally give him a stomach-ache?

An hour passed, he still didn't return. Miko and Naori looked half asleep. Feeling bad for the two, you sent both to bed, telling them you'd follow after you finished cleaning up the table.

The plates and cups clinked on the tray, feet shuffling across the wood floor as you sent the dishes down in the sink. A boring repetitive cycle of scrubbing and rinsing ensued all the while your mind kept drifting off to Naoya. His expression and how he seemed panicked almost. Your heart stung at the thought of him being sick. The thought hit you but you had become sweet on the man, after all he was at the house more often that Naori and Miko were these two weeks (in their defence, they had dates to go on). You remember how you didn't seem to find his erotic comments on your body as irritating anymore and how you felt even a little validated at it. You were still a human with the need to be desired. For the last 20 years you spent raising Miko, you realised just how much of your life you truly missed out on, no college parties or shitty dates, not even casual hook-ups. You had never experienced love and what he held for you would never be it or so you were sure of, you still felt happy that a man as beautiful as that could find you appeasing. The last plate clunk on the rack and you switched off the lights.

Your toes creeped up gently, certain to stop noise from awaking any of them, your head popped into Naori's and Miko's room first, smiling softly at their peaceful slumber. You debated against going to Naoya's room but curiosity got the better of you. A turn of the handle let a little crack in and you were about to let yourself in before the sudden sound hit you.

Moans. Not just any moans but Naoya's. A slick sound of him pumping something in his fist silently filled the room. He was shameless, whoever he was fantasizing about, he whispered dirty promises of giving them his seed, filling them up to be so full of him. You turned your heel, feeling a shameful throb inbetween your legs, it felt hot, hotter than ever in 20 years. You cursed yourself for being such a pervert, almost to leave in shame but his voice caught you off guard.

''Oh god (name) go harder.'' He whined out, an odd sound from his mouth but arousing nonetheless. You turned back around , finally opening the door and catching him red-handed or dick-handed. His cock stood proud in his hand, the tip a pretty pink but flushed red. He was big. He stared at you, face flushed, eyes wide with need and shame.

You approached.

''Naoya?'' You spoke softly, as if you were approaching some sort of wounded animal that needed tending to or a child who needed to be reassured. You couldn't help it, you were a mother after all.

He snapped, hating how endearing he found that tone.

''Get the fuck out! Can you not see I'm busy?!'' He snapped back.

''Did you moan my name before now?'' Again that damn gentle tone, it made his dick twitch a little and it didn't go unnoticed by you.

''Do you enjoy when I'm nice to you Naoya?'' You didn't seem judgemental, more aiding than anything.

He scoffed.

''Yea? What's it to you, we both know you're gonna kick me out tomorrow anyways.''

Your eyes went wide.

''What makes you think that Naoya?'' He froze.

''Are you not weirded out by the fact that I was jerking off to you?'' He looked at you if you were mad. You slowly shook your head and began to advance on him. He moved back on the mattress a little bit. His voice hesitant and a bit shaky.

''What are you doing (name)?'' It sounded so small, scared but excited.

''I'm gonna help you mkay? Do you want me to help you?'' The question had heat behind it, you were clearly desperate for him and after seeing his size, you were certain the young man could fulfil your desire for the night.

He nodded, a simple desperate motion. You began to take off your clothes, leaving you only in your underwear. Crawling near him on the bed, your hand brushed over his blue kimono, tugging on it impatiently. He froze up at your demanding.

''Stop acting like some sort of slut, i'm not a piece of meat for you to indulge in.'' He remarked. You frowned at him.

''Do you not want this Naoya?'' Your hurt tone clearly getting the better of him, he sighed, ashamed of himself for admitting it. Hauling you so that you straddled him, he brushed over your nipples, an impatient hand reached at your back and unclipped your bra. He watched your breasts spill out with a hitched breath.

''How could i not want this?'' He whispered, so quietly you couldn't almost hear it.

He took off his kimono, unbuttoning the white shirt underneath and exposed his toned chest to you. You moved your hand up and down, in awe of how beautifully sculpted his body was. His hard on grinded against your clothed pussy and you could swear you felt yourself growing wetter because of it. He tugged impatiently at your panties, whimpering about how he needed to be inside you. He tore his own pants and boxers in his hurry.

Slowly dragging it off to tease him, the sexual frustration in his eyes only grew, he huffed at you.

''Stop being such a fuckin tease, I'm dyin here.''

You couldn't help but giggle. He really was an impatient man. Coming back to straddle him. You leaned down to kiss him, wanting to take your time when his hand grabbed the back of your neck and smashed your lips against his. The sudden motion making you gasp, he used it to his advantage and slid his tongue in, moving in motion with yours as his hands wandered your body, grabbing at any part he could. He settled on your breasts, harshly pinching your nipples.

''O-Oh Naoya!'' It felt so good to you. You admit you were a sucker for a bit of pain.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he repeated the motion, again and again, until your nipples went sore and you couldn't feel anymore.

''Oh come on, you can take more than that.'' His voice broke through the pleasure filling your head, sending you to reality for a second as his words sunk in.

''Huh?'' You murmured at him through half lidded eyes. He never thought he'd ever see a more erotic sight than that.

Flipping you onto your back, he loomed over you, lining himself up with your entrance.

''You ready?''

''Uh huh.''

He thrust into you, fully sheathing himself in you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and with a nod, he began to move. For a man who lived and spoke so fast, he went surprisingly slow, making sure you could feel every inch of him slide in and out of you. His arms caged your head in as you wrapped yours around his upper back. His strained expression was almost painful as if he was holding back. You tilted his chin down to meet yours.

''Don't hold back on me Naoya.'' God, he couldn't stand your tone, how sweet you sounded, like a lover he knew he could never have, it made him feel weak, as if he knew he craved your affection.

''Whatcha telling me you bitch, you want it harder?''

It seemed more like a shameful suggestion he didn't want to admit more than an accusation, the red spreading from his neck to his face. You could only smile at something as prideful as that.

''If that's what you want Naoya, I'm here to help you remember?'' You pulled his face closer, a gentle fleeting kiss on his lips. He chased it as you pulled back, securing it with something more carnal than you would have ever expected. It felt unnecessarily violent from the man, one who was always composed, he was mad at you but still reached out regardless. He began to pick up the pace, going down rougher and harder than ever.

His hands wrapped around your wrists, holding himself stable as his hips rutted into time and time again. Wanton moans spilled out your mouth as he watched your fucked-out expression in awe. The sight of it reassuring his ego that he didn't need your love or attention or anything else you offered. It was simply lust, possession and carnal desire, nothing else could define how you were reacting. This wasn't about making love, it was just fucking. Nothing else at play here surely.

His lips made contact with your neck, sucking harshly and digging his teeth in as far as he could. The action left a pretty purple hue on your flesh. His body snapped against yours, again and again until you couldn't tell where he started and you ended. Legs tangled in his now slick stained sheets, his cock driving in and out of your wet hole.

''Ugh fuck you're tight...'' He groaned out, the feeling making him drunk on the way your pussy clenched around his shaft.

''Do you like it? Do I make you feel good Naoya?'' You whined out, he almost swore he swooned at the way you chased for his validation and how desperate you were to hear him reassure you.

''Best fucking pussy ever, ya hear me?'' His words were crude and choked out, not the approach you wanted but one you were willing to settle for regardless.

''You make me feel good as well Naoya, so good.'' The words lacked the all consuming lust he had, it seemed controlled, as if it was good but not good enough to make you lose your mind. His anger almost boiled to it's limit, fucking you harder as a way to punish you for doubting him.

The sudden speed and force threw you off guard, the thrusts making you gasp. Your nails dug into his back as you desperately tried to keep your head stable. His face contorted into a mix of anger, desperation and need. Your hand moved up to his neck.

''What are you doing, I'm not into pain you freak.'' He warned, holding half a mind to slap your hand off but he let it stay for whatever reason. You dragged him down and once again pressed your lips to his, opening so his tongue could come in. The stimulation made him slow down, bringing it back to that pleasure medium pace.

''Awe poor baby, you just love the feeling of my lips dont'cha?'' He teased, his face dropping slightly when he saw your nod. His brows furrowed in confusion.

''What on earth is wrong with you?'' He muttered. He let go of your wrists and watched in horror as you reached for his left hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Cupping his right hand to reach up to your cheek, you nuzzled into it softly. The praise slipped from your mouth before you could stop yourself.

''You're doing so well Naoya. I'm proud of you.'' Those 9 words were his complete undoing. Eyes wide with shock, how you could stay this way after all he had done, all the perverted comments he had hurled at you, at all the ways he had taken out his anger, forcing you to contort your body to his pleasure and here you were, smiling and beaming at him as if he had hung the stars for you. He had no idea if you were mad or he was. Your soft tone spoke to him once more.

''Make love to me Naoya. Make this last for both of us, I don't ever want to forget the feeling of your body.'' So romantic, a line from the most wretched love poem ever dedicated towards him. Words said by a woman who knew how to care, directed to a man who didn't.

''Make love?'' He repeated, shocked by your naivety . Just who did you take him for?

''You make me feel good Naoya, just keep making love to me.'' Your wording was so sweet, it was sickening to him. To see you so willing and to see himself find that trust as something he was worthy of made him no better.

Determined to shut you up, his lips slammed against your's, all teeth and roughness, none of that sincerity you wanted. You let him in anyways.

He kept going until he couldn't anymore, his legs shaking as he reached his peak as he came inside. His semen drooling out of your hole. Rolling over with a sigh, he turned his back to you, closing his eyes, fully determined to forget the idea that he had just fucked and possibly had feelings for his brother's mother in law.

You sat there sheepishly, a bit frustrated with your lack of an orgasm so you tapped him. He snapped over, still sour over the way how you spoke to him.

''Naoya.....I didn't come yet. It's not fair.'' You refused to accept that Naoya was like Miko's shitty father. He rolled his eyes.

''How's that my issue?'' He huffed out, trying his best to get back to sleep. You had enough with him.

Forcing him to lay straight on his back, you swung an impatient leg over his thighs, straddling him.

''W-What the fuck are you doing?! Get off of me, you goddamn nymphomaniac!'' His voice took on a weaker tone, unsure how to feel about you taking control. His body's reaction was a positive one as you felt him getting hard again. You cooed softly, reassuring him.

''I'll just need to have you for a quick minute or two mkay? Will you listen to me finally? Be good for me, it'll feel nice for the both of us.'' Hell was he supposed to know what had gotten into you?

With a quick gulp, he nodded his head almost shamefully fast. Watching his cock disappear into you once again, he found the way you moaned to be music to his ears.

He saw how you rocked your hips, held him down and used him for your own pleasure and as much as he despised it, he couldn't deny just how hard it got him. He grabbed the soft skin of your waist, stabilizing himself. Moving one hand up to stabilize himself, he watched in awe as you kept going. You grabbed his hand and moved it up to his breast, allowing him to play with it as he pleased.

Your movements got sloppier the close to the edge you went, you weren't sure how much more your legs could take you so with a wild need, you chased. Going faster, harder, nothing like the calm pace you wished for earlier, his cock twitched as you continued to ride him. Tears welling in his eyes as you pushed him to the brink once more, he cried and pleaded out for you to go slower.

Your hands tangled with each-other once more, you licked the tears off his face, tasting his sweetness on your tongue, his eyelashes clumped together and he looked at you in such a sweet, pathetic way, reminiscent of the boy who craved your praise from earlier, you couldn't help but feel your heart melt at it.

You kissed him, to comfort or to silence, you weren't too sure but you were certain of one thing, he loved it. His hand pushed you in deeper, forcing you to stay there until you couldn't breathe anymore.

''You close?'' He whimpered out, feeling his legs go numb and his nerves fried to it's breaking point.

''Yea.'' You nodded. The ache between your legs throbbed and the knot in your stomach only got tighter with every moment you made on him.

''I am too. I-I can't do another on-'' You cut him off, encouraging him that he could as you grinded your hips down. You kept going on him, the painful craving in you needing to cum. The relief hit you like a truck, a loud whine ripped from your throat as your body finally aided in your desperate feeling. He soon followed after, dumping another load into your body with a satisfied groan, the filthy action forming a frothy ring of white at his base.

He grabbed your body as harshly as he could, yanking you down with him and letting his hands roam free, his mouth latching greedily onto your neck. Rough cat-esque bites painted your body the most beautiful shade of purple and reds he had ever seen. No part of your body went untouched, his hands and tongue exploring every part he could. His ravaging slowed to a point, panting heavily as he stared down at you.

His legs finally giving out, he collapsed onto you, his full weight pressing you into the bed, simple licks brushing on your nipples as he nuzzled into your breasts, his breath falling heavy as he drifted off, with you soon following suite.

The next morning, you saw the man, scrolling through his phone on your bed, shuffling over to your side, his face met yours.

''Oh, you're finally awake huh?'' His tone all too casual for someone who had just hooked up with his host. The memory of last night's encounter had your body heat up in shame and excitement.

Watching his body leave your bed left a pang of disappointment in you and so did the sight of watching him clothe himself.

''What do we do after this?'' You muttered, unsure of how much of it he caught.

''Continue it, duh.''

He watched in great pleasure as your breath hitched, the reaction only furthering his ego.

''Don't think this is the last time we'll be seeing each-other.'' And with that, he left, leaving you wondering and even anticipating his next move. You called out after him.

''Be back for dinner!'' With a wave of his hand, your new lover was now gone out your door.

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Update: Changed my mind, now going to be doing multiple fics here and this is no longer a one-shot, it will have a follow up part and maybe even a third?