thank you naoya-sama ❤︎₊ ⊹ 、cw: misogyny, smut, 18+. female reader, implied pick me? . . . he fucks your throat & you take it like a champ.
naoya fucking his new maid in his quarters. what a shy, meek thing you were honestly perfect for him he had thought since he first saw you. you didn’t talk much. . . stayed in a woman’s place, had nice tits and lips that looked perfect for sucking dick. the zenin clan had hit jackpot with this one.
you stood in front of him with your gaze obediently fixed to the floor, your pert nipples stiff from the cool air of his room, nothing on but white laced panties that did nothing to keep you warm. the drag of his eyes felt daunting because you didn’t mean to upset him today.
naoya was the type to assign you impossible, needlessly complicated tasks. not because they needed doing, but because it gave him more of an excuse to punish you. which led to you riding his absurdly thick length until your thighs burned and him slapping your ass til it was hot if you stopped.
you learned that by just your second day.
he even said it once, that it was better when you were trying so desperately not to upset him. the more guilty you felt, the harder you tried to please him, and the quicker he came. if only you heard the things he’d said about you in front of that seemingly nice older lady who always walked three steps behind him.
“you think looking at the floor like a sad puppy excuses you?” his tone was sharp enough to make your stomach flip. besides the fact, it was pathetic how you quickly corrected yourself.
“s-sorry, naoya-sama i-” you were instantly cut off.
“sorry is enough, though, i dont remember asking you to speak,” with him, even if you didn’t say sorry that would’ve been another problem. you’d be wrong anyway.
you went to open your mouth again but quickly swallowed whatever you were about to say back down, probably another apology. hands clenched at your sides silently calling yourself dumb in your head. you were so palatable to him it truly made his dick hard every time you were around him. he didn’t even care to hide the smug expression that crossed his face.
plus he needed to blow off some extra stress tonight anyway, naturally these days that meant you. so, it was only right if you blew him.
moments later he had you on your knees, fat cock stuffed between your juicy lips and down your wet throat.
he pressed your head back against the side of his bed and held you there, trapping you perfectly. if you tried to move forward you’d end up swallowing that last half inch of his cock. and you, of course, couldn’t move back either. he was aching to get his dick wet and he didn’t need you trying to pull away. nor did he barely give you time to adjust.
he started slow shallow thrusts that went deeper and deeper down your throat. he loved the sounds you made— wet, and struggled, and how your cheeks suctioned around his heavy cock like second nature just to please him. the best thing about you was how he didn’t have to tell you twice. or at all. he was convinced you were probably secretly a slut, the apple wasn’t too far from the tree. . . well that’s what he thought.
“fuuuck just like that,” he groaned, threading his large hand in your hair before thrusting down your throat. the sounds were obscene, wet and sloppy, filling the ominous silence in the room. a long grind of his hips before your nose was buried in his dark pubes and you’d sworn you could feel him in your chest.
his abs tightened at the hug of your throat contracting around his thick cock, the tips of your dainty fingers turning white as they grasped despairingly at his muscular thighs. tried so desperately not to gag. but he wasn’t letting up, even when you audibly tried to hurl back up his cock. he sucked in a hiss between his teeth, rewarding you with a harsh slap to your cheek, “nuh-uh hold it.”
you sputtered up a cough before he sighed out in pleasure, pulled back to let you breathe. chest heaving as thick nasty strings of saliva connected your swollen lips to the blushed-pink head of his cock. then one…two seconds before he filled your throat once again, the smell of him overstimulated your senses. from the cologne he wore, from the muskiness of his natural scent, and from the drawn-out aroma of the incense in his room.
at first, he could’ve cared less that your eyes were clenched shut in desperation to focus on not choking up on his dick again. but he loved the feeling of power, dominance— loved it when you looked up at him and struggled.
“open your eyes,” he ordered. “look at me.”
another slap, lighter this time, until your vision cleared and locked onto his own eyes. he was flushed, jaw tight, and had a hot blush written on his cheeks. as if he was struggling… struggling not to fucking come down your throat the moment you looked at him with those wide precious, glassy eyes of yours. that smug expression contorted back onto his lips the moment the tears in your waterline settled onto your cheeks.
“good girl~ look at you, you love taking dick down your throat huh?” gulk gulk gulk— he had gripped your hair and nodded your head for you. he was such a dick. you looked so wrecked and stupid, your permanent meek face gone and replaced with grimy saliva and pre cum. that pretty little fixed pout you always held now wrapped around his cock.
when he finally pulled away, he tapped his fat pretty pink cock against your lips, “what do we say?”
“for letting me suck your cock,” your voice sounded so sweet and appreciative. he could hear the ache in your voice from that jarring burn that quickly went from your lungs due to the lack of oxygen, all the way to your throat. and fuck he loved it.
“atta girl. cmon suck on the tip, yeah,” he hummed in approval. your lush lips sucked at the tip, tongue teasing the tip tasting the saltiness that swiftly covered your tastebuds. “kiss it… show some respect.”
you obeyed instantly—soft, reverent eyes still on him. lying a shy smooch on the tip, your pretty eyes fluttering up at him. saliva messed on your chin, dripping down onto the hardwood floor of his room. no doubt he was going to make you clean it afterward.
“tongue out,” he commanded as if you were some little house pet. his large hand grabbed your chin firmly, spat onto your tongue without breaking eye contact. before lifting you lazily, tossing you onto the bed like it was nothing. his large hand landing a rough slap against your round ass.
“gonna make you my little bitch.”
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