Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader
Author’s note: Sorry, I lied. I have to make this a 3-part smut. One more to go.
Summary: You put Katsuki before a certain challenge, stating he will never be able to tame the brat in you. as the overachiever he is, he maybe exceeds expectation and you both discover interest in developing sub-dom relations between the two of you.
Tags/CW: 18+ MDNI, Bakugou x fem!reader, harddom!Katsuki, established relationship, cnc, swearing, dirty talking, reader is getting humbled, sub/dom relations & powerplay, you call him master, anal training, oral (m receiving), cockwarming, masturbation, degradation, toys (plugs), (some) humiliation, dacryphilia
Wordcount: 8,5k
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You needed some time to digest it and recover from what happened. And while you tried to catch up with your own thoughts and feelings, power relations between the two of you slowly and unevitably changed. Almost naturally. No matter how much you wanted to deny losing control but it was true, there were new rules in that household.
What did that exactly mean?
You had to call him master when at home or in private. Many times you were told what to wear or what not to and were instructed to be always ready for freeplay. If you had nothing to do or were not given a task to fulfill, you were ordered to sit by his leg, waiting patiently or just simply cockwarm him.
He never told you but he loved how - on your better and more obedient days - effortlessly you switched between being a submissive partner in private and being a strong, confident woman outside of that. Having this little secret with you fueled his ego even more.
You still fought back from time to time as this was a big change in your daily life and you were not comfortable adapting to things that fast. After all... He controlled the amount of sex, in what form you could have it and whether you were allowed to orgasm. On top of that, if discussed something prior and you either messed it up or just willingly didn't give a fuck, you were punished. Sometimes he was quite creative, other times rather cruel but the message was clear.
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Once again you were resting on your knees, next to the living room couch which was also occupied by Katsuki. He wanted you to wait for him as he was finishing some work on his laptop. He said there was something you two needed to discuss but you had to wait for it patiently.
"(Y/n), you are staring," he complained with a bored tone, while his eyes were still locked to the screen.
You quickly shook your head, realizing he was right. He looked so dreamy while concentrating this hard on something. You wish you were the center of his focus right now. He kept stroking your hair or your cheeks from time to time but this was all the attention you received in the past forty minutes. What else could you do but to stare at him lovestruck and let your fantasy go wild? Also, it was so nice when you didn't have to endure punishment.
"Listen, baby," he spoke up with haste, putting away his laptop. "I purposefully gave you some time to get accustomed to the idea but it's time we resume your anal training." His palm cupped your chin and your lips pouted from the sudden surprise.
"My what?" you squeaked in disbelief.
"Watch... your tone," he growled at you, gritting his teeth, his fingers slid to your neck and warningly squeezed it.
"I mean... m-my what training, master?" you blinked several times, hoping you misunderstood.
"We discussed this already. Didn't you enjoy when I fingered you pretty asshole?"
Fuck, how much more direct he could be.
"Be honest. You know what happens when you are lying to me." He stared you down straight. It was a threat.
All of the fresh memories of recent punishments flashed before your eyes within a moment. You had to answer as soon as possible before he took this as defiance, too.
"It was exciting but in the end it didn't make me cum... Sir." You could be at least this cocky with him within boundaries.
"Huh..." he huffed with an arrogant, amused look on his face. "How sassy... And whose fault was that?" he squeezed your cheeks harder to make your lips pout.
"Mine. I couldn't save my energy properly and didn't have enough in me to cum." You sat there with a straight spine, palms flat on your thighs, spitting facts. "Not to mention how much I failed you. You gave me permission to orgasm and I missed out on the opportunity. I'm sorry."
He stared at you silently for a couple of seconds. You answered with the exact words he expected to hear, yet they sounded so fake and sarcastic overall. Of course he noticed and hated that.
He released a tired sigh.
"I wanted to say that I'm open to discuss details and give you time until tomorrow but it sounds like you don't need it," he threw his arms wide open, while shrugging his shoulders. "I'll be back in a moment."
"No, wait, I was just joking," you panicked, realizing the weight of your words, trying to reach out to him but he was already on his way.
"You don't wanna know what awaits you if you are not lying on the couch naked once im back."
Well, he will finger your ass anyway, what else could be in his head to scare you with? If you wanted to be real honest, you didn't want to find out too fast. You discarded your top and shorts under three seconds, then practically jumped on the furniture, propping onto your elbow while on your tummy.
When he returned from the bedroom he had an unassuming wooden box between his fingers. Your eyes locked onto the container but his hand covered too much to find out more.
"Eyes to the front," he ordered and you obeyed with an annoyed grimace, turning your neck. You don't remember seeing that container ever in your bedroom and he surely brought it from there. Why did he keep that from you? "Don't think too hard. You would hurt your pretty head."
Even when facing away from him he knew what flickered in your mind.
Katsuki pressed his palm to the in-between of your shoulder blades, making you lay flat. Your body shivered as he traced his fingers until he reached your butt, gently squeezing the flesh then stroking your upper thighs up and down. You moaned gently with your eyes closed and laid your head down onto your crossed arms.
Out of pure instinct you raised your hips every time his hands were playing with your bottom, getting excited from the way he was stroking your slit, practically forgetting about this was supposed to be your anal training.
This state of mind didn't last long, though.
Maybe to fool your senses, maybe to bring you into the proper mood but he started by stroking your folds up and down, then in circular motion. You stayed calm and huffed sweetly as he pressed one, then not so long after two digits inside your warm cunt.
"This feels good," you whined, propping yourself onto your elbows and looking back at him.
"Turn back or handcuffs," he threatened with his words but the movements of his fingers still felt rewarding.
"Who do you think you are, coming with this shit again?" you frowned, giving him an arrogant look. "You should treat me so much better for letting you anywhere near my ass."
Fucking hell, you and your constant changes in attitude.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from your cunt, giving you a strangely kind smile. "Yeah?"
His expression made you feel uneasy, realizing that he kind of lost it - earlier you thought he would - but maybe you enjoyed toying with him just as much as he did that to you, too.
"What did I tell you about demands?"
He gave you a few seconds to comprehend your own silly words before climbing above you, straddling your hips and holding you down. His fingers - still shiny from your juices - harshly grabbed your roots, actually forcing you to turn your head back to its original position.
"You know you can act tough and arrogant but sometimes you forget which end of my cock are you in this relationship."
Katsuki yanked his wrist, making you arch your back while emitting a pathetic cry from the sharp pain you felt in your lower back and scalp.
"I know perfectly well, sir," you squeaked, still trying to sound confident.
He spanked you with his unoccupied hand.
"Master," you corrected yourself with a mocking tone.
"Are you that dumb or you just really don't understand how much under my mercy you are?!" his brows knitted. "Nevermind. You're lucky I'm in a good mood today. Just stay down," he growled, pushing you back on your stomach.
You stayed there, huffing quietly while you heard him rummeling with that wooden box.
"What did I fucking say?!" he raised his voice, when curiosity got the better of you, trying to peek at the container. You turned back immediately with a flinch. "I'm not gonna repeat it. Eyes to the front, don't move, only talk if I tell you so. You understand?"
"Yes, master," you surrendered.
He inched backwards so he can straddle above your thighs instead, having a better access to your backside. He methodically stroked your folds with his thumb up and down, watching with interest how his finger slipped beyond then being hugged by your labia. You moaned with caution, trying to stay calm.
"Your pussy gets wet so fast. That doesn't speak about you don't want me anywhere near your ass."
When abundant of your slick coated his thumb, he moved it up to your asshole, tracing the tip around your ring muscle.
"Last time you could take two fingers but it's been a while. I might need to start over," he contemplated.
Even though it was not painful, you hissed with surprise as he pushed his thumb through your entrance. Your body unintentionally wiggled, trying to get used to the feeling but quickly remembered that he ordered you to be completely still.
He pulled his hands back once again and not too long after you heard the familiar sound of plastic cap popping open, then lubricant poured over you. He carefully spreaded it over your behind but your body stiffened and you questioningly raised your brows - which he couldn't see - when you realized that he didn't use your fingers to do that.
It was something metallic. Goosebumps covered your naked skin as he traced that thing along your slit. Fuck, he bought some toys for your training by himself? And he didn't even let you see them...
You tried to guess the length and width of the plaything but you only felt the tip against your skin and how his other palm was squeezing your butt cheek.
When he shoved the thing inside of your pussy for you to feel it up, you realized it was a beaded butt plug. You breathed out slowly as you clenched around it, measuring up what you were up against. It must have been approximately a single inch in width at the top but it grew slightly wider. As of its length, it could probably fit in your palm.
Katsuki twined his index and middle fingers around the base to pull it out and press it against your butt hole.
"Starting from now, you can use your words. Tell me everything about how does it feel, okay? Can you do that?"
"I'm a bit nervous, master," you admitted, as he forced the pointed metallic tip against your ring muscle.
"Just breathe in..." he waited for you to follow his instructions. "...and out."
He used the moment your muscles relaxed during exhale to sneakily push the plug in, right until the first bead.
"Nghh-" you whined. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck."
Well, the plug didn't feel too big... while in your pussy. Of course it stretched.
"Painful?" he reached to stroke your face with one finger.
"N-no," you hummed. "I-it's just... still strange."
You let out a squeak - that he secretly found adorable - just as one more bead disappeared.
"S-strangely exciting," you whispered, correcting your previous statement as you carded your fingers through your hair and grabbed the roots, leaning onto your elbows while at it.
The next pearl was always bigger and wider than the previous but Katsuki was insanely disciplined in his method. You were sure that he actually researched how to properly do this. And he actually trained your butt hole, making you gradually stretch and get accustomed, making sure you were always wet enough.
Once reaching a certain level, he moved the plug around, then removed it just to be able to push it in again. In the meanwhile carefully watching your every little reaction. Your breathing, how your body trembled and how you wiggled your ass around but still trying to arch your back for him.
At the time your man was able to make your hole swallow the last orb reeeal slow, your body felt so much more lighter. "Is this how you will feel inside of me?"
How cute he thought you were. No, the real thing will probably be still unpleasant first. But you seemed eager and interested and that was all he could wish for.
"Nah, I'm sorry, gorgeous, but you are still not prepared for my size," he huffed with a faint smile on his face which was hidden from you.
"But I feel already so full."
"Yeah? Elaborate, baby. I wanna know."
He just couldn't wait to hear more from you. His cock was already so hard in his briefs looking at the way how your asshole clenched around the plug. He just loved when you laid under him like that, naked and helpless, completely at his mercy.
Fuck, your head felt so light right now. You panted like a bitch in heat as you felt his fingers fiddling with the base poking out of your hole. Not to mention how he caressed your folds in the meanwhile.
"It's-" you sniffed. "It's stretching me so nicely. But it's strange that... my pussy is unattended."
"Poor pretty baby," he feigned empathy while stroking along your spine, then kneading your butt cheeks and spreading them as much as your muscles allowed him. His thumbs moved to reach your folds to display the opening of your empty cunt.
"I... like it when... you just spread my pussy and just watch me. It makes me so hot all over my body," you murmured embarrassed.
"It's hard to look away, baby. It's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he admitted confidently, watching in awe as you clenched over and over when hearing his compliment. "And also the reason I let you get away with so many shit you do."
"I... I like it when you use me like that."
What the hell... you couldn't believe your own ears. How could a metal plug up in your ass make you so emotional? You should still be defiant following how he dared to handcuff you last time then threatened to do it again.
A sudden buzzing noise broke your concentration but you resisted the urge to turn your head back.
"Master?" you raised your brows, hoping for a verbal explanation, but you were left breathless when the plug in your butt started vibrating.
You gasped loudly, trying to hold back your cries.
"Damn, what's that?" you heaved. To answer your question he shoved this second tool inside your cunt only for a few seconds. It caused you to shiver and moan sweetly. It was a bullet vibrator. Quite small, too. "N-no, please. It feels so great to be filled... both ways," you whine quietly.
"Look at you. Few weeks ago you were crying at the thought of being fingered in the ass," he mocked you before sliding the vibrator to your clit. "Dirty little whore."
"Then please finger my ass, master," you suggested respectfully, whimpering quietly while wiggling your ass for him.
"As much as you talked back at the beginning... Now trying to act like a good girl," he gently pulled the plug, gazing at your ring muscle letting the beads go inch by inch. "You know, this is the type of behavior I expect from you."
"You told me... that if I ask respectfully I may get what I want, right?"
You hissed and your hole clenched when you felt his spit dripping on your asshole, then his finger worked it inside of you, beginning to twist his wrist while already deep inside. All of this, while his other hand still pressed that vibrator to your bud.
You pressed your lips together to muffle your needy grunts but when it didn't seem enough, you bit your own bicep to silence yourself.
"Do you like your ass being fingered?" His fingers kept pumping inside.
"I'm... getting close, master. A-am I allowed to cum?"
"Why the question, gorgeous?" he scoffed at your naivety.
"Because... this is just a training, master," you explained. "Not sure if I'm allowed to have fun?"
"How thoughtful," he murmured, then gave you some room so you could stick out your bottom. "You may cum, if you can."
"Thank you, master. I hope not to waste my chance this time."
This was the last thing you said to each other before you indeed took the opportunity and was able to cum for him following your desperate whines and cries. He kept working your ass while eventually he gave you the bullet vibrator to let you take care of your pussy.
You were like an open book for Katsuki and he was no fool. He knew that he had to go about this the smart way and naturally he wanted for the both of you to enjoy this.
This is why he made sure that every time he worked on preparing you for anal, you could connect it with pleasurable acts and exciting memories in your mind.
He saw how you were interested, though sometimes still shy about it. You had nothing to be self-conscious about, you were so perfect, from every angle. Just needed a little bit more discipline.
Fuck, this whole anal-play story started to get out of your hands. And it escalated with extreme speed. After your first... training with him it became a regular excercise, as promised. Not only that but he came to you with all kinds of new instructions about it.
First, he made you wear butt plugs every few days for couple of hours. Initially only at home, inserting it by himself, playing around with that thing in your butt, feeding his eyes on it. Then, he gave you an other set and told you to keep it by yourself all the time. Any time during your day - may you be at work or anywhere else - he could send you text messages and you had to insert it yourself based on what he asked. On top of that, you had to send him a photo of proof once it was in place.
Damn, it made you feel so hot and confident about yourself. You enjoyed having this naughty little secret with your boyfriend.
Coming from the fact that your boyfriend was a pro-hero, he was forced to do a lot of field work but ever since rules at home became stricter for you, he made sure to spend just enough time in home office to keep you in check.
It was not like you worked constantly from home, not at all. Though, more than him and he had your complete schedule while you were not allowed to have his - he was your master, after all. Unfortunately, this meant that he could appear in any given time in any fucking part of the day to spot check you.
You didn't really mind that per se. You were sly enough to know how to play his games, not to mention you loved being with him anyway. You loved when he gave you attention, any kind. And you were on his mind so much that he even put his pro-hero work aside to rush home to you.
You didn't try to be nosy, really. You didn't search for it purposefully but then you actually managed to find that little wooden box Katsuki hid from you for some reason. The one he didn't let you to look at or into.
Well, jokes on him that he hid it on the top shelf of your wardrobe, knowing you are too short to even see it. He was right to think that but then no one counted on you having to look for some notary documents - handling official matters - therefore rummaging the whole bedroom trying to find it.
You immediately understood why he hid the little box from you. First of all, this ridiculously handsome son-of-a-bitch stored your vibrator here. The one he confiscated weeeks ago, when you came home slightly drunk and he refused to have sex with you. Well, you couldn't say you were not mad about this finding right now.
Then, your glance slid to the other tools in that box. All of the toys he used or planned to use on you were buried here. A few butt plugs, kegel beads, the bullet vibrator. All in different shapes and sizes.
Fuck, how excited you became. You even let out an annoyed grunt, being angry at yourself by feeling that horny and being able to produce this amount of moisture between your legs just looking at some petty toys.
You were crazy for even thinking of that but... it couldn't hurt playing a bit with yourself, right? The possible consequences were severe, but you new Katsuki was on patrol now and you planned to have a shower anyway, before having to go to the office for your night-shift. It would be just a quickie with yourself.
After a few moments of contemplating, you took the small trunk and transferred it to the bathroom. You couldn't conceal your excitment. Even bit your lower lip at the thought of being reunited with your vibrator.
Five minutes later you were already naked in the bathroom, choosing your weapon. Well, it wasn't as an easy choice as it originally seemed to be. You wanted to rekindle your relationship with your stolen vibrator but you had to admit, Katsuki gathered quite a treasure trove here. There were several stuffs here that you were sure was not inside of you yet.
Damn, you felt like a child in the candy shop.
You grabbed your vibrator and what seemed to be a brand new vaginal plug. You hopped in the shower, closed the glass door and let the sound of running water dull your senses before getting into action. Warming up with your fingers, then fucking yourself with your toy brought up some familiar feelings and memories which let you melt under the warm water stream.
You moaned and hummed at the buzzing sensation between your thighs but it was not enough. You wanted more. That was the moment you opened your eyes and they locked onto the plug. You turned it on, let it buzz in your palm before inserting it inside your cunt while you moved the first toy to kiss your clit.
Fuck, how awesome it felt. Ever since you had these new rules at home, vanilla sex became kind of rare. You craved that.
It was hard to contain your cries but why would you have to supress them?
The answer to that question came sooner than expected.
"You are in big fucking trouble now, gorgeous." The door to the shower suddenly slid open, making your eyes pop as you gasped for air in surprise.
"I-it's not what it looks like, I swear," you tried to explain, though completely failed at that. You turned to look at him and his eyes could kill.
"That was a really stupid move."
Everything happened so fast. You wanted to disappear, trying to cover your body in shame but at the same time he reached to yank your vibrator out of your grip. It fell to the floor with a big thud as you struggled against him.
"Please, Katsuki, just let me explain," you cried loudly, begging for his mercy as he clearly overpowered you by twisting your arms then squeezing your neck. It actually hurt. He never used this amount of strength for displaying dominance.
"You dare to call me on my first name after fucking stealing from me then arrogantly masturbating in secret thinking you can fucking get away with it?"
He was fuming, shouting at you. He looked down at you with so much disgust, while you didn't even have the courage to maintain eye contact with him.
"I-i-it's not what you think it is, master," you sobbed, still trying to convince him. Forming your words was difficult with the pressure being put on your throat. You clawed onto his underarm to try to ease your suffering.
"Yeah? You think I cannot comprehend this by myself and need your stupid explanation to see clearly?!"
You were hesitant to admit to yourself but at that very moment, you were actually scared of him. He was frightening and it was clear as day that a well deserved punishment was on the way.
"Did I ever told you that you are allowed to touch yourself in any way?"
You silently formed a pathetic 'no' with your pouty lips, slowly shaking your head as tears rolled down your cheeks.
"You are controlled by your fucking urges so much and cannot use your tiny brain to think. This is exactly why I am the one giving you instructions and rules to follow."
You felt at ease when he released your neck and could suddenly breath again. But instead he just grabbed the nape of your neck and turned you around while he changed the temperature of the water streaming from the shower head.
He forced you down on your knees aggressively, while you tried to prompt yourself on the surface of the shower base using your palms. You squeaked and whined loudly, not even daring to put effort into struggling against his will.
"I fucking hope this will cool you down," he growled warningly before you felt ice cold water being aimed at your head, making you gasp loudly in shock.
You screamed pathetically as your hair turned completely wet, blocking your sight, huge amount of water flooding to your eyes and mouth. Breathing was a challenge and your heart beated incredibly fast. Your skin felt tight from the freezing sensation and as he pushed you down, making your cheek touch the ground, you even felt him yanking out the plug still buzzing in your cunt.
That was the last thing he did before putting the hand shower back into its socket, leaving you alone under the streaming water as you were loudly sobbing in fetal position.
It took you a notable amount of time to stop crying and get yourself together. You played with high stakes and lost. You got what you deserved.
All you could think of was how disappointed he looked at you. That feeling of wronging your master made you feel guilty and miserable. What you did was wrong, you understood it now and you needed to show him that you were worthy to serve him.
While sorting out your thoughts, you combed your hair and let it air-dry, before wrapping yourself in a towel to feel some warmth for the first time in the past thirthy minutes.
You noticed how the wooden box and all of the toys were gone which made you recall your grave mistake. When glancing at your mirror image, your eyes teared up, expression filled with shame and remorse.
His stern voice filtered through the bathroom door, probably was in a meeting, once again. He just came home while working to check up on you and your behaviour and he was right to do so because you were misbehaving and needed discipline.
After collecting all of your courage to appear before his eyes, you dragged yourself with slow steps to the source of his voice.
"Master," you whined using a shaky, feeble voice as you only dared to stand by the entrance of the room when addressing him.
Sitting at his work station, headset covering his ears but he still heard your plea. Without looking at you, he waved his fingers in your direction, silently commanding you to come closer.
When trying to near him with uncertainty, he waved his hand once again, aiming downwards with his palm and pointing to the floor with his index finger while also responding to his audience in the call.
You froze in your steps before comprehending the message and slowly dropped on all fours. A shaky breath escaped your lips before biting into them to muffle your high-pitched whine. The damp towel slipped from your naked body as you crawled towards him on your hands and knees.
You stopped when reaching his legs, once again collecting all of your might to look up at his bored face.
"I'm so sorry, master, please forgive me," you wheezed quietly, trying to get his attention.
Nothing. No reaction. He kept participating in his call as if you were invisible.
"Master?" you whispered and your eyes turned hazy. "I know I failed you. Please punish me," you suggested, your throat hurt from holding back your pathetic cry.
You asked him to punish you but when he ignored you like that... That was the fucking worst. From that you could know how much you fucked up.
"I'm... a worthless... pathetic whore. Too stupid to follow simple rules... created for my sake."
Once again, sobs bursted out of you and your tears fell to the floor. You didn't dare to look at him, only could glance downwards, focusing on the ground beneath your knees.
"Please give me a chance, master. I need to stay at your side. Just don't abandon me," you kept murmuring to him but no response came.
It didn't matter. You were willing to wait there patiently until he noticed your existence. The room temperature air now felt cold on your naked skin and with the combination of your damp hair on your back and the fear of wronging him caused you to shiver.
While keeping your eyes off of him, the sound of his belt coming loose rang in your ears. You raised your head in pure interest, realizing how he worked on freeing his member with one hand.
His cock suddenly springing free meant your one-way ticket to his forgiveness, you thought. If giving him a blowjob will earn his respect once again, then you will abide.
You crawled under his desk and between his legs, your eyes were in an instant glued to his length. He just freed himself but you notice how he was not semi-hard... he was hard as concrete. His pink tip was already leaking with precum.
You reached out for his cock, grabbing it with your slim fingers to pump him but he slapped your hand away. You hissed from the sharp pain, pulling your palm back immediately, realizing he wanted you to use your mouth to please him.
You stood on your knees, as much as the disclosed space under the desk allowed you then licked along his member, right until you reached the mushroom head to collect his salty precum with your tongue.
When you took his tip in your mouth was that one moment when you managed to make real contact with him for the first time. You stole a glance, raising your eyes at his face while sucking him and at the same time he looked down at you with lips slightly parted.
It lasted only a short moment but it meant everything to you, to be in his good graces once again, making him feel phenomenal.
You couldn't suck him for more than a couple of seconds because he shoved his fingers between your wet locks, grasped them with strength and held you immobile.
You whined while being gradually pushed down on his dick, having a difficult time to breath free. That was when you realized. He did not ask for a blowjob. He wanted you to cockwarm him.
You could have known. This was a good way for him to still ignore your presence but to also keep punishing you in a different way. You never had to cockwarm him using your mouth before. This was so much more difficult, not having any control at all of your own movements. You just had to act like you were not even there but it was impossible as you kept drooling and swallowing back your saliva while holding him in your mouth.
All this, while you were listening to him having a completely normal and professional corporate meeting. His voice didn't even give any of this away.
The few minutes which has passed felt like an eternity. Your jaw ached and your lips started to feel numb, your drool made a complete mess out of your environment, oveflowing and dripping to his clothes and to your chin.
You dared to let out tired whines only when you heard him finishing that call. Though he didn't stand up yet. You felt him stretching his spine as he used his fingers to card through his blond hair, inhaling deeply.
He looked down at you with a sudden bored expression which didn't make you feel better and you knew this was far from over.
"Let it go," he smacked your cheek with two of his fingers and you carefully slid his member out of your mouth with a loud, slimy pop. "Look at this mess, you fucking drenched my pants, too."
"I'm sorry, master," you heaved, looking at your thighs only.
"I'm not happy with you."
You just nodded, lips turning into a thin line. Still, he was talking to you, so at least you made progress.
"But you better be taking care of this now," he pointed at his still erect member, proudly poking out of his pants.
"Yes," you stood on your knees suddenly, accidentally bumping your head into the work station above it.
You hissed and whined from the blunt pain which seemed to made him chuckle a bit but within a second you were back on his dick again. You pumped him aggressively with your hands - just the way you know he usually did that himself - while only sucking the hard tip of his length.
"Nah, don't cheat, I wanna feel the back of your throat at least," he gave you a triumphant grin. "If you can still put your fingers around it, then you're not doing good enough."
It was clear from your expression that you were not happy about this request but you were in no position to bargain. Your jaw was already throbbing from exertion, too. You leaned forward, shoving him once again through your lips, trying to have as much of him as you could. Though, at the moment that wasn't too much.
"C'mon, are you even trying?" he hold you down by the nape of your neck, feeling content at the sound of you gagging. Damn, that felt so uncomfortable.
When he heard you groaning in disagreement, he kicked away his chair, clawed into your hair, then pulled you from under the desk before he stood tall before your kneeling form.
You trembled from the sharp pain radiating from your bruised knees and throbbing scalp but you were willing to ignore this if you could gain his favors after all of this. Unfortunately, he always seemed to find something wrong in your technique or silent attitude. It gave him the chance for criticism and treating you like the sexual object you currently hoped to be for him.
He thrusted his hips like a madman with the intention of putting you in your place, grabbing your roots for leverage. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it will make it easier to bear it, though your occasional gagging was the sign of the opposite.
"Don't you dare zoning out now," he suddenly pulled out which made you gasp loudly for free air. "Open your eyes, look at me," he commanded, leaning forward while twining his fingers around your neck.
You looked back into his red orbs while sniffing and with glassy eyes, still breathing rapidly. You felt so out of oxygen, you were not sure you could still follow and he noticed that, too.
"You think you can have a way out from this? I told you many times. Things you do have consequences. Suffer through," he smacked your face with open palm, which made you jolt and pulled you back to reality.
It was loud, rather than painful but... Damn, you felt so fucking hot from that. Your core was throbbing, just like your puffy cheek. Your mouth formed a cute little 'o' before biting into your lower lip as your lashes fluttered. You still saw him wear a smug grin on his pretty face.
"If you are acting like a whore, you're getting the cheap treatment," he realized you were having way too much fun, so he resumed drilling into your mouth, watching as fat tears rolled down on your cheeks.
"You can't fucking hide from me. I can smell your pussy from miles away like a fucking bloodhound," he huffed, heaving like a dog.
He kept talking to you while fucking your mouth, shaming and blaming you with no end as you sucked in every single word he said. Though, you were also relieved when he finally finished, releasing his load onto your tongue then carefully pulling out.
"Don't swallow yet," he growled at you then walked away, wiping himself dry with the towel you discarded earlier.
You kneeled there silently, waiting for him to give you his next command. Being allowed to swallow was always a showcase of him being pleased. Though, he made you wait quite a lot now and breathing only through your nose after such a rough session was cruel from him.
"I changed my mind," he walked back standing in front of you again, while shoving his flaccid dick back into his briefs. "You are not worthy of my cum. Spit it out," he stroked your cheek mockingly.
Damn, how sad your eyes looked right now. This felt like a kick in the chest. But when after a few contemplating seconds your tongue slowly pushed his cum out of your mouth and it was flowing down your chin and dripping to your breasts and nipples, now that sight almost made him think he was happy he caught you misbehaving today. Almost.
"Tounge out," he grunted, making it sure you followed his rules properly. "That's right. Now go, clean up, brush your teeth and wait for me by the bed."
"B-but master-" you let out a high-pitched whine at the thought of being exiled from your shared bed tonight.
"Shut it," he waved you away, not wanting to hear your complaining. "Just do as I say. I will call in at your workplace and tell them you are sick and will spend the rest of the week on sick leave."
"Nooo..." you hicupped, eyes squeezing shut.
It didn't sound like that but for you that was one more severe punishment. You loved your job, you famously exceled at it, not to mention you counted on that extra money that would have come with the night shift.
"Why are you not in the bathroom already?!"
You let out a deep, tired sigh then stood up on your wobbly legs.
"What are you doing?" he asked arrogantly, like you were an idiot for forgetting.
"I'm sorry, master," you exhaled before dropping back on all fours and crawling back to the bathroom, this time not doing anything there that was not allowed.
Katsuki was still not in the bedroom when you completed your tasks but it didn't matter. You had to wait for him kneeling at the end of the bed. You were sure he took his time on purpose and made you wait there longer as part of your punishment. He also never allowed you to be on your phone during these times to create an even more boring experience.
This is why your heart started throbbing with excitement when you heard his nearing, confident steps after he got out of the shower. He stepped inside, completely naked, then got under the sheets... without you.
Your mouth dropped a little while watching his perfect body discreetly but after that you tried to avoid eye contact with him. You were there anyway to think about what you did today, after all. You retreated to your inner world while he was silently scrolling through his phone.
"C'mere, let's talk," he suddenly said.
You jolted, being unsure if you should follow.
"B-but you told me to-" you pouted.
"And now I'm telling you to come here."
You hesitated before crawling on your side of the bed but not getting under the sheets without permission.
Katsuki gave you a funny look for not comprehending his instructions, then raised the blanket and manhandled you flush against his body, making you lay on his chest.
What the hell was this? He made you sleep on the floor or the couch for even less before. You slightly trembled from overthinking, imagining the worst.
"What were you thinking? You cannot defy my orders like that or do things in secret," he scolded you, using a surprisingly gentle tone. He even had one arm around you, stroking your naked back and making sure the blanket fully covered you when he felt you shivering.
"I'm so-so sorry, master. I couldn't think clearly and it won't happen again," your voice was shaky, hoping he will believe you. Your palm curled, fearing to directly touch him with your fingertips. You were not worthy of that. "It's just that... it's been a longer while you've been inside of me... the usual way."
"Why are you so goddamn fucking horny all the time?" he sighed irritated. "You are such a cockwhore..."
"Yes," you sniffed while listening to his beating heart.
"And you just had to ruin everything... I bought those toys for your sake and to play with them together and see what you've done?!"
"I'm sorry. I'm a dumb cockwhore," you apologized once again - using his own words - and probably not for the last time tonight.
"But to show you that I'm a merciful master, I'm allowing you to sleep with me tonight. You should be grateful." He kept playing with your hair as you listened to him flexing his ego and power over you. "I can use your body any time I want but you cannot use yours without my permission."
You suddenly raised your head and looked longingly into his eyes. "I'm your posession, master. I belong to you. Please keep using me any way you see fit and punish me if necessary."
You moved your fingers to stroke his face, though immediately pulled them back, being afraid he could find that too bold from you.
A content smile sat on his face as he pulled you closer and hugged you tightly, resting his chin on the crown of your head. His arms around you felt like a blessing, realizing that he forgave your wrong-doing, even though he won't forget it. Still, he made you feel so safe and happy.
But how the hell did you get into all this? Were you into degradation and humiliation now?
You were confused. Both about your reaction and new preferences. When did Katsuki even become your dom?
