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-> An hour or two had passed before you decided he’s been tortured enough (for tonight, of course, this isn’t going to be a one time thing), and returned to where you left him.

The poor thing was half conscious, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth, eyes in this constant state of being rolled up, hardly even making any noise anymore. Just a blissful, wrecked, completely debauched mess.

There’s a puddle of thick cum pooled below him, you don’t even know how one can even produce that much.

His dick is limp by now, cum barely bubbling from his tip, dribbling down, just constantly cumming from the constant stimulation.

His nipples are rubbed raw, and he twitched constantly from overstimulation. The gag had fallen off, you hadn’t tied it very tightly from the beginning, and with how much he must’ve been squirming, it wasn’t a surprise it’d come off.

He’s too out of it to be spewing gross rhetoric or swearing at you, just occasional whimpers when he’s conscious enough for them. It’s perfect.

You approach him idly, and he takes a heavily delayed amount of time to be able to even try and focus on you. And when he does register you, somehow despite his sex-fried brain, he begins whimpering again, desperate pleas that aren’t even formed words yet.

With a pitying sigh, you kneel in-front of him, turning everything off and gently taking them off. The toys, the gag. The next is the ropes.

It took a moment to untie given all the pretty patterns, but once you did? You’re so, so very glad you’d spent so long figuring out how to tie those knots. Because they’ve imprinted all over his skin, raw, red marks exactly how the ropes were, littering his originally perfectly cared for soft, clear skin.

He collapses into your arms once untied, blubbery whimpers and noises into your neck, body twitching, completely ruined for you.

But well, does he deserve rest just yet?

Your hand drifts downwards, gently wrapping around his limp, but somehow still so pretty penis. “Think you can give me one more?”

He immediately tensed and started whimpering, trying to bury himself into you whilst contradictorily rutting into your fist. “…n-no more… please…” he sniffled, tears soaking your shoulder. “I feel hot.” He mumbles pathetically.

“You can take it, can’t you?” He weeps and sulks but nods.

Pumping your fist to match his ruts, back when he pulls back, forwards when he ruts into it, and kept your other hand comfortingly stroking through his hair.

He isn’t even moaning, just whimpering and whining and crying.

It’s all so slick and wet, his dick is just covered in cum, and it’s all frothy at the base from constant pumping.

And with every upstroke, comes a stuttered cry.

It doesn’t take long at all for him to begin twitching and stuttering his hips and rutting desperately, signalling his incoming orgasm.

It’s nothing special, he hardly even feels the build up, the constant orgasms from before wiped his mind clean, and now the orgasm feels the same as the stimulation building up to it.

What came was completely pathetic, as expected of him. A drop or two bubbling up from his tip and dripped over the edge. It was so poor, you thought it was pre at first.

Working him through it, the plan was originally to ditch him to deal with the aftermath— but he completely slumps over you, crying and sniffling and desperately searching for aftercare.

|| a/n: i wanted to do full intercourse and whatever the fuck for this but I got carried away ||

-> It was surely a sight to behold, the heir to the zenin clan, kneeling before a woman.

He’s completely bare, smooth, supple skin, likely often cared for, on full display, aside from the little amount of skin the crimson red rope knotted along his skin in perfect little geometric patterns, elegant, like him, if not for his mouth.

Luckily for you though, there’s a gag in that mouth.

He’s knelt on his knees, said knees reddened and sore from kneeling for so long, legs gently parted, and arms folded and tied behind his back.

The position put out his perky little chest, pink nipples still slick with your saliva from earlier teasing, still hard.

As for his dick, well, it’s about as perfect as his general looks (very), big but not monstrously so, curved slightly upwards towards his stomach when hard, and it is very much hard, with a pink little mushroom tip, leaking pre all over, dripping down his shaft along the underside, following the veins, and onto the floor, a steady tap-tap-tap.

He leaned slightly forwards, shoulders curled inwards a bit and stomach tensed from pure humiliation, his cheeks a soft pink, eyes narrowed weakly up at you and all teary, eyebrows twisted together and twitching every now and then, and his hair a complete disheveled mess, like it’d been tugged and ran through.

You tapped the tip of your finger under his chin and gently directed his face up at you. “Hey, isn’t this a sight for sore eyes?”, a tilt of your head, “what would the clan think? Their perfect, prissy little heir, tied up and kneeling in-front of a woman like me?” You tapped your fingers against his cheek. “Mmm? Can’t talk? Too busy gagging, huh?” You tugged the gag down:

“You bitch I swear I’ll—“ and so you slipped the gag back into his mouth. Much better just whimpers and groans and muffled pleads.

About two months ago, you were hired as a maid for the Hei of the Zenin clan, assigned to naoya himself. And during those two months, you found that Naoya is extremely misogynistic, constantly spouting degenerate rhetoric, he’s such a waste of a face, you’d thought. That thought snowballed, into deciding you’d tame him.

You nudged his obscenely hard penis with your foot. “Should I even get you off properly? Or make you hump my foot like a little dog? I bet you’d like it, wouldn’t you? You’re pathetic like that. Bottom of the barrel scum. I bet this is the first time a woman’s touched you willingly here? With her foot at that.” You rolled your heel at his balls and he curled forwards as much as he could with the ropes on, jaw tensing and eyebrows furrowing so hard he might get a headache.

But despite— or maybe because of the degradation, his dick leaked a little more and twitched against your foot.

“Hah? What’s this? Are you seriously about to cum from me degrading you?” You scoffed, though to be fair it was definitely hot. He made a little snivelling sound mixed with a whine, but much too quiet and much too muffled by that gag.

“Now sit up before I actually give you a foot job.” You huffed, nudging his shoulders back a bit with your knee. “Though, not to say you’ll be touching me at all yet, or feeling any part of my body anytime soon, actually.” You spoke, and leaned to the side to pick up one of those crystal clear electronic flesh lights that pumped themselves, along with some of those mini vibrators.

With some tape, you stick the little vibrators to the perks of his pink budded nipples, and because his dick is already slick with pre, you slipped the fleshlight on it with ease.

You turn them all on at once, starting with about half the max amount of speed, and he was quick to dissolve into whimpers and sniffles and mewls and muffled words you couldn’t make out because of just how blubbery his voice sounded, so weak and broken.

And with that? You left the room. Went off to go busy yourself with whatever tasks you needed to complete that day, and ignored the panicked, desperate look he shot you the second you walked out.

|| a/n: idk what the fuck I’m doing with my life but I really love naoya his sexy ass has to be dicked down, but I’m real rusty from never fucking writing but anyways I gave up at the end I was originally gonna write him pegged and absolutely dicked down but I uh I don’t wanna so ||