૮ ․ ․ ྀིა MDNI — filthy, mean-dom smut one-shot ♡ you finally got the cocky, arrogant naoya zenin completely tied up, gagged, and blindfolded. he swore he’d never let a woman control him, but tonight you’re breaking him down piece by piece. lots of slapping, rough manhandling, degradation, edging, overstimulation, hair pulling, and spitting.
author’s note. should we finger him next time chat
Put in His Place
Pairing: Naoya Zenin x f!Reader (mean dom)
Tags: sub naoya, mean dom reader, bondage, gag, blindfold, edging, slapping, rough handling, degradation, teasing, hair pulling, spitting, overstimulation, possessive reader, power switch, brat taming,
It had taken weeks of careful planning, but you finally had him exactly where you wanted him.
Naoya Zenin — the cockiest, most insufferable man you’d ever met — was tied spread-eagle to his own oversized bed. His wrists and ankles were bound tight with the expensive silk ties he usually used on other people. A thick gag (one of his own designer shirts, wadded up and tied in place) stuffed his mouth. A black silk blindfold covered those sharp, arrogant eyes. He was stripped down to nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs that were already straining obscenely over his hard cock.
And he was furious.
You could tell by the way his chest heaved and the low, muffled growls vibrating around the gag. He’d laughed when you first suggested this — called you delusional for thinking he’d ever let a woman take control. But a few well-placed challenges to his pride, a couple drinks, and one “you’re all talk” later… here he was.
You straddled his waist slowly, savoring the way his body tensed beneath you. Your short silk robe slipped open just enough to tease him with the heat of your bare thighs against his skin.
“Look at you,” you purred, dragging your nails lightly down his chest. “All trussed up like a pretty little present. The great Naoya Zenin, reduced to this. How does it feel?”
He jerked hard against the restraints and snarled something incoherent around the gag. His hips twitched upward instinctively, seeking friction. You simply laughed and lifted yourself higher so he got nothing.
“Pathetic,” you whispered, leaning down so your lips brushed his ear. “Already trying to hump the air like a desperate dog. I haven’t even touched your cock yet.”
You took your sweet time.
For the next twenty minutes you simply explored his body with your hands and mouth — kissing, licking, and biting every inch of skin except where he wanted it most. You sucked dark bruises into his neck, scraped your teeth over his nipples, dragged your nails down his abs until his muscles jumped and twitched under your touch. Every time his body betrayed him with a sharp jerk or a muffled, involuntary whimper, you cooed at him.
“Aww, did that feel good? You made such a pretty noise just now. I didn’t know the big bad Zenin could sound like that.”
You finally hooked your fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slowly peeled them down. His cock sprang free — flushed dark, leaking steadily, twitching visibly in the cool air. You wrapped one hand around the base and gave one single, painfully slow stroke from root to tip.
Naoya’s entire body seized. A choked, broken sound tore out around the gag — nothing like the smug groans you’d heard from him before. His thighs trembled. His hips jerked up hard, chasing your hand.
You stopped immediately.
“No moving,” you said coldly, and slapped his cock hard with your open palm.
The wet smack echoed. Naoya jolted violently, a muffled shout escaping the gag. His cock twitched angrily, a fresh bead of pre-cum dripping down the shaft.
You smiled, arousal pooling hot between your own thighs. “That’s for trying to take control. You don’t get to move. You just get to lie there and take whatever I give you.”
You edged him mercilessly after that.
Long, torturous strokes with your hand. Tight squeezes right when he started to throb. Leaning down to spit directly onto his cock before stroking again, using the wetness to make every glide filthier. You slapped his cock again and again — light stinging slaps that made him jerk and whimper, then harder ones that had his whole body shuddering. Every time his breathing grew frantic and his abs tensed like he was close, you pulled your hand away completely and just watched him throb and leak all over his stomach.
His muffled noises grew louder, more desperate. High-pitched, humiliated little whines he’d never made in his life. His head thrashed against the pillow. Drool was slipping steadily from the corners of the gag now, running down his chin.
After what felt like an eternity you finally pulled the gag out of his mouth. He gasped for air, lips shiny and swollen, chest heaving.
“You fucking bitch—” he snarled immediately, voice hoarse and cracking. “Untie me right fucking now or I swear I’ll—”
You slapped him hard across the face.
The crack was loud. Naoya’s head snapped to the side, a stunned silence falling over him for half a second.
"You—"
You grabbed his jaw roughly, forcing his blindfolded face back toward you. “Shut up. The only words I want out of that pretty mouth are ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’ Try again.”
He bared his teeth, still trying to cling to his pride. “Go to hell—”
You slapped him again, harder, then shoved two fingers deep into his mouth, fucking them against his tongue. “Suck. Or I’ll leave you here hard and leaking all night.”
He hated it. You could tell by the way he glared even through the blindfold. But after a moment his tongue started moving, sucking obediently on your fingers while more drool spilled down his chin.
You rewarded him by sliding back down and taking his cock into your mouth — hot, wet, and agonizingly slow. You sucked him deep, hollowing your cheeks, only to pull off right when his thighs started shaking violently. Over and over and over. Every time he got close you stopped, sometimes slapping his cock again just to hear that broken, humiliated noise rip out of him.
By the time you finally straddled his hips and sank down onto his cock, you were both shaking.
You rode him slow and deep, grinding your clit against him with every roll of your hips. Your hands braced on his chest, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks. You were so wet it was dripping down his balls.
Naoya was a wreck beneath you. His body jerked and thrashed with every thrust. Muffled sobs and desperate whimpers spilled from his lips even though the gag was gone. Tears had finally started soaking into the blindfold, but he still tried to snarl weak insults between gasps.
You just rode him harder, one hand fisting his hair and yanking his head back.
“Beg,” you hissed, slapping his cheek lightly. “Beg me to let you cum, or I’ll keep you right on the edge until you pass out.”
It took everything in him, but the words finally tore out — raw, broken, and shaking.
“Please—fuck—please let me cum— I can’t— I need it—please—”
You smiled, slow and cruel, and finally gave him what he wanted.
You rode him hard and fast, chasing your own orgasm while you clenched around him. When you came it was loud and messy — moaning his name as your walls fluttered and you soaked his cock and thighs.
You kept riding him through the intense waves of his orgasm, grinding slow and deliberate even after he’d spilled every last drop, milking the overstimulation until his voice cracked into desperate, broken sobs and his body went completely limp beneath you.
Only when his cock had softened and he was panting like he’d just ran through a marathon did you finally lift yourself off him. Thick ropes of his cum leaked messily from your pussy onto his stomach and the sheets below.
You sat back on his thighs, looking down at the absolute wreck you’d made of him — blonde hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, chest heaving, tears still slipping from beneath the blindfold, lips parted on shaky, exhausted breaths.
A slow, satisfied smirk curled your lips.
“Look at that,” you murmured, voice low and mocking as you dragged one finger through the mess on his abs. “The mighty Naoya Zenin, covered in his own cum and crying.”
You gave his softening cock one last, lazy slap for good measure, watching it twitch weakly.
Naoya could only lie there, trembling and spent, every last shred of his arrogance completely destroyed.
And you had never felt more satisfied in your life.
