Mommy's Favorite Toys.

"When you're both inside me again... I want you to remember this: Naoya, you're going to beg Daddy to fuck you harder—right through me—while I hold you down and call you my sweet little prince-turned-princess-turned-pet. And you'll love every second of it, won't you? Because you know you're Daddy's favorite toy now." "And you, Naobito... you're going to look me in the eyes while I tell you exactly when to cum. You'll hold your son still with one hand while I milk you both dry with my body—my womb, if you're lucky. And while you're both leaking down my thighs, I'll ride you both again and moan for the whole clan to hear: 'Good boys fuck Mommy just how she needs it.'" "When I'm done, you'll both be on your knees-Naoya whimpering in your arms, Naobito, and you'll be stroking his hair while I tell the others just how good it feels to be worshipped by my favorite filthy father and broken little boy." Create a story with Naoya and Naobito of the Zen'in clan from Jujutsu Kaisen using that above text.

--- The Zen’in estate was quiet at this hour—no jujutsu politics, no clan posturing—just the slick, sticky slide of skin on skin. The air smelled like sweat and sex, thick with the sharp musk of desperation. Naoya panted beneath her, his cock twitching inside her as she rolled her hips, grinding down until he gasped. His fingers dug into her thighs, but she slapped his wrist—hard. “Did I say you could touch?” Naobito watched from the edge of the futon, stroking himself with lazy, practiced tugs. His smirk was razor-edged as he circled them like a predator. “Pathetic,” she purred, lifting herself just enough to tease Naoya’s tip before slamming back down. He choked on a moan. “You look so pretty like this, baby—cock-deep and already begging.” Naobito chuckled low, stepping closer, his own length heavy in his grip. “Tell him, brat.” Naoya whimpered, hips jerking. “P-Please—” She leaned down, lips grazing his ear. “Please *what*, pet?” His voice cracked. “Please… let Daddy fuck me.” She grinned, shifting just enough for Naobito to press his cock against her, the head nudging where she was already stretched around Naoya. “Ask him yourself.” Naobito’s hand fisted in Naoya’s hair, yanking his head back. “Louder.” Naoya’s breath hitched, thighs trembling as their bodies locked together, three needy souls in one filthy, perfect union.

Naobito didn’t wait. He shoved forward in one brutal thrust, filling her alongside Naoya, the stretch making her gasp. She arched, fingers clawing at Naoya’s chest as their bodies pressed impossibly closer—one slick, panting tangle of heat. “Fuck,” Naoya whimpered, his cock twitching inside her as his father’s weight pinned them both. “Daddy—!” Naobito’s laugh was dark, breath hot against her neck as he pistoned into her, driving Naoya deeper with every snap of his hips. “Look at him,” he growled, tightening his grip on his son’s hair. “Can’t even take it without crying.” She moaned, rolling her hips to meet them, the pressure wringing a broken sound from Naoya’s throat. “Such a good boy, letting Daddy use you like this.” Her nails scraped down Naoya’s stomach, reveling in the way he shuddered. “Bet you’re close already, aren’t you?” Naobito’s pace turned punishing, his cock dragging against Naoya’s with every thrust. “Hold him still,” he ordered, and she obeyed, pinning Naoya’s wrists to the futon as his body bucked between them. “Please—” Naoya sobbed, tears streaking his flushed cheeks. “Please, I can’t—!” She kissed him, swallowing his whimpers. “You can,” she murmured against his lips. “You’ll take it. *Both* of you will.” Naobito groaned, his rhythm stuttering—close. “Look at me when you break him.”

Naoya’s body convulsed between them, his cock pulsing deep inside her as his release hit—spilling over in hot, shaking waves. She clenched down greedily, milking him, but Naobito didn’t let up. His thrusts turned jagged, ruthless, driving his son’s oversensitive cock even deeper as he chased his own climax. “You feel that?” Naobito snarled, fingers digging into Naoya’s hip. “That’s what happens when you’re *good*.” She moaned, arching back against Naobito’s chest, her own pleasure coiling tight. The stretch was dizzying, Naoya’s softening length still trapped inside her as Naobito fucked into her with brutal precision. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, “*fuck*—don’t you dare stop—” Naobito’s breath was ragged, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he finally came, his cock jerking, filling her alongside his son’s spend. She shuddered, her climax ripping through her in waves, clenching around them both until Naoya whined from the overstimulation. Naobito pulled out first, his grip rough as he hauled Naoya back by the hair, forcing him to watch the mess they’d made drip down her thighs. “Look,” he growled. “That’s what you are now. *Ours*.” Naoya’s eyes fluttered, dazed, but his lips parted—hungry, even now. She dragged a fingertip through the slick between her legs, then pressed it to his tongue. “Good boys clean up after themselves.”

Naobito’s grip tightened in Naoya’s hair, forcing him to lick her fingers clean, slow and obedient. She sighed, watching the way his tongue curled around her skin—still trembling, still desperate. “Again,” Naobito commanded, shoving Naoya’s face lower, between her thighs. “Show her how grateful you are.” Naoya whimpered but didn’t resist, his lips pressing hot and open-mouthed against her slick folds. His tongue dragged through the mess they’d left behind, lapping up the mix of spit and come with ragged breaths. She tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding him deeper, grinding against his mouth as he moaned. Naobito knelt behind her, his calloused hands kneading her hips. “Turn,” he murmured, and she obeyed, rolling onto her hands and knees, Naoya’s lips still clinging to her cunt as she moved. “Eyes on me,” Naobito ordered, gripping Naoya’s chin to force his gaze upward. His other hand slid between her legs, two fingers pushing into her, stretching her swollen flesh. “Tell him what you want.” She rocked back onto Naobito’s fingers, breath hitching. “More,” she panted. “Fuck me *harder*—use us both.” Naobito’s grin was sharp as he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the thick head of his cock. He didn’t ease in—just slammed home, making her cry out as Naoya’s tongue flicked over her clit in frantic, hungry strokes. Naoya’s hands clutched her thighs, his own hips twitching helplessly against the futon, still aching, still wanting. “Good boy,” Naobito purred, thrusting deep. “Take it. *All of it.*”

Naobito’s rhythm was relentless, each thrust driving her forward onto Naoya’s tongue. She gasped, fingers twisting in his hair as his mouth worked her clit with messy, desperate strokes. The wet heat of him, the scrape of his teeth—every flick sent sparks up her spine, tightening the coil in her gut. Naoya moaned against her, his breath ragged, his own cock twitching against the sheets. Naobito chuckled darkly, gripping Naoya’s jaw to keep him in place. “You love this, don’t you? Eating his mess out of her like a starving dog.” She arched, rolling her hips to meet Naobito’s next thrust, the stretch burning deliciously. “Fuck—*yes*,” she hissed, grinding harder against Naoya’s mouth. “Make him *choke* on it.” Naobito’s hand tightened in her hair, yanking her back against his chest as he fucked into her hard enough to make her vision blur. Naoya whined but didn’t pull away, his tongue plunging deeper, fucking her in time with his father’s strokes. “That’s it,” Naobito growled, his free hand sliding down to squeeze Naoya’s throat. “Swallow it all.” She came with a broken cry, clenching around Naobito’s cock as Naoya lapped frantically at her pulsing cunt. The pleasure ripped through her, sharp and vicious, leaving her trembling. Naobito didn’t slow, his hips snapping hard enough to jolt her forward with every thrust. His breath was rough in her ear. “Again,” he demanded. “Come *again*.” Naoya’s fingers dug into her thighs, his own body writhing as he rutted helplessly against the sheets. She smirked, breathless. “Poor thing,” she murmured, dragging her nails down Naoya’s flushed chest. “Still so hard… even after all that?” Naobito’s grin was feral. “Then fix it.” She didn’t hesitate, wrapping her hand around Naoya’s cock, stroking him tight and fast. He jerked, a broken sob escaping as she milked him in time with Naobito’s brutal pace. Naobito’s teeth grazed her shoulder. “Now *watch* him break.”

Naoya’s body seized, his cock throbbing in her grip as another ragged orgasm tore through him. His spend spilled hot over her fingers, but she didn’t let go—just tightened her fist, working him through it until he whimpered, oversensitive and trembling. Naobito’s thrusts turned erratic, his cock driving deep as he chased his own release. “Fuck—*take it*,” he snarled, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. She arched back against him, clenching around his length as he came with a guttural groan, filling her a second time. Naoya slumped forward, his forehead pressed to her thigh, breath hitching. She trailed her sticky fingers through his hair, smearing his own mess across his flushed skin. “Still hungry?” she teased, tilting his chin up. Naobito pulled out with a slick sound, his hand dragging possessively down her spine. “On your back,” he ordered, shoving Naoya onto the futon. She didn’t hesitate, straddling Naoya’s hips, sinking onto his still-hard cock with a satisfied sigh. His hands flew to her waist, blunt nails digging in as she rolled her hips, slow and filthy. Above her, Naobito loomed, his thick cock glistening with her wetness as he gripped Naoya’s hips and flipped him roughly onto his stomach. “Good boy,” she cooed, lifting herself just enough for Naobito to press the head of his cock against Naoya’s tight hole. “I know you’ve been waiting for Daddy to fuck you.” Naoya shuddered, his fingers clutching the sheets as Naobito pushed in—slow at first, then with one brutal thrust, sheathing himself completely. Naoya gasped, back arching, but she didn’t let him adjust, lowering herself back onto his cock with a wet moan. “Now you get to feel Mommy’s cunt milk your cock,” she purred, rocking against him, “while Daddy fucks and fills your tight ass.” Naobito’s grip on Naoya’s hips was ironclad as he pulled out and slammed back in, setting a merciless rhythm. She matched it, rising and falling on Naoya’s length, her walls fluttering around him as Naobito’s thrusts jolted him deeper into her. Naoya’s moans were broken, ragged—caught between pleasure and overwhelm as they used him, stretched him, claimed him. She leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear. “Beg harder,” she whispered, then bit down on his shoulder as Naobito’s next thrust forced a scream from Naoya’s throat. “*Mine*,” Naobito growled, his pace turning erratic, his cock pulsing inside Naoya as he came. She clenched around Naoya’s length, milking him ruthlessly until he sobbed, spilling into her with a shuddering cry. Naobito didn’t stop—just kept fucking him through it, his grip possessive, his breath rough. “Again,” he demanded. “Take it all.”