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It presses against your clit noticeably.
Hard and plastic and vibrating — fast, sharp vibrations that go straight to your core and have your legs shaking in their restraints. Your skin is slick with your sweat, muscles strained and aching and you can feel a pool of your own wet and cum below your bum, seeping into the sheets beneath you.
You squirm, desperate, but it’s futile. The rope around your delicate wrists digs in, suffocating against your skin, tied tightly to the headboard of the bed. Combined with that, sprawled on your bed, your legs are tipped over you, tied by the ankle against the same headboard — it leaves you bent awkwardly and on display perfectly for the sharp set of eyes watching you.
The same eyes that haven’t left since he tied you there.
Even through your daze and your now hazed mind you can feel his gaze, penetrating on your body. You’d tried to plead, but all that had left your mouth were garbled sobs of nothing with the ball gag fastened between your teeth; it forces your mouth open and stretched, with no reprieve, and takes away the simple ability to speak and plead and cry for help. Though, if you were being honest, you’re not sure how well you’d be able to now anyways.
It had felt like hours since this began, but you can’t be fully aware of the time. After your third orgasm, your mind had started to fade and you’d lost the ability to really keep track of the time.
As an orgasm approaches, the same actions repeat. You feel your body tense, straighten and ached as you pull, the rope digging into your skin and surely leaving marks as you spasm, desperate to get away. You shift your ass, try and lift it to pull your pussy away as if that’ll relieve the pain but it’s useless because the tiny bullet vibrator remains secured to puffy and red clit and the vibrations never slow. You’re choking on your spit, gargled cries leaving your lips as your vision turns white and your head lulls back. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain and it’s both addicting but torture at the same time.
Yet, the feeling of his piercing red eyes never disappears.
“Pl–Pleash! Pleash! Make it shtop! Schtop!”
You’re surely going crazy — the thought occurs to you. You can physically feel your brain turning numb and the babbles of incoherent begs that leave your gagged lips are beyond your control. You have no idea what you’re saying, all you know is you want it to stop. There’s a sharp pain right at your lip and it’s making you feel dizzy and unwell and the pleasure is just too much. Every orgasm comes quicker the more you have them and the more sensitive you grow and yet, the vibe remains at an unrelenting steady speed.
You sag as the orgasm fades and you’re flooded with that same dull pain that radiates from your pussy and out.
You’re starting to think the torture will never end
A second later, however, the vibes slow. It doesn’t go away, not completely, but it’s a relief all the same.
Your eyes bulge open in surprise and you snap your attention to Bakugou who takes a step towards you, moving until he’s at the edge of the bed, right in between your legs.
“How many was that?”
Dread fills you. His voice is sharp and cruel and the look in his eyes tells you he expects a correct answer, not just whatever number your numb brain can come up with. You panic because you can’t remember, just that it’s a lot. More than you can bear. More than he’s ever made you.
“Well?” He presses, quirking a brow. “How. many. Times.”
You spit the first thing that comes to mind through the gag; “seven.”
You’re not even sure if Bakugou understands the number you mean–regardless, you know it’s the wrong number the second you see his eyes flash.
“A shame,” he sighs, shoulders falling as he shakes his head. His disappointment shoots you straight to the core. “I thought you were learning your lesson.”
The vibe is turned on a second later, this time, a speed or two higher than before.
A scream tears through your lips, blood-curdling, body lifting off the bed and bending in a way that surely isn’t normal as you yank like a mad-woman against your restraints. It’s too much. It’s too much. Too much. That’s the only thought you can think, twisting and spasming as you try to get away. It’s too sensitive and you think you’re going to pass out, feeling an orgasm build within seconds.
“Pleash!” you gargle, choking on your spit, feeling it dribble down your lips and mix with your tears and snot. “Pleash! Schtop! Schtop! Schtop!”
You’re going mad.
Surely you’re going mad.
A shadow falls to your left, and through blurred vision you see Bakugou leaning over you. You flinch when he reaches forward, but he just scoffs, grabbing you by the chin, grip painful, forcing you still as the other reaches behind your head. The ball gag is pulled from your lips a second late, a choked gasp leaving your lips as you suck in desperate air, coughing and choking.
Then, a sharp pain radiates from your cheek.
You quickly turn to Bakugou.
“You want it to stop?”
“Yes,” you gasp, voice hoarse and sickly. “Yes, please… please… i’ll… i’ll do anything.”
The smirk on his lips would be threatening if you had the capability to care.
“Open your mouth.”
You obey without hesitation, lips parting wide and quickly. Bakugou takes a moment to eye you, enjoying your quick obedience, before leaning forward, angling so he’s hovering over you.
A second later, he spits directly into your mouth.
You blink, stunned–your first instinct is to turn and try and spit it out, but Bakugou holds your gaze the second he raises a controller, thumb pressed against the slider. You have no doubt it’s for your vibrator, and you can’t bare the thought of him turning it up higher.
You quickly swallow, ignoring the way it tastes and feels sliding down your throat.
“Good girl,” Bakugou coos, brushing back sweaty hair from where it sticks to your forehead.
You huff.
With a moment more of eyeing you, Bakugou takes his time turning the vibrator off.
The second it’s off–completely off–you sag in relief. The ache remains but you’re instantly soothed by the feeling of blissful nothing against your clit, your strain on your arms easing as you sink into the mattress. Eyes flickering shut, you let out a heavy breath.
“You’re going to cum one more time tonight.”
Instantly, your eyes snap open, falling on Bakugou. Your lips part to argue, but he’s quick to cut you off.
“Uh-uh,” he shakes his head. “I have no problem turning that vibrator back on and leaving it on for the entire night. You’re going to cum one final time and this time it’ll be on my tongue.”
“Please!” You find yourself crying despite his warning, voice pitched and desperate. “Please, KatsukI! Please! I’ll do anything! Anything! Just don’t make me cum again!” Your eyes are filling with tears, streaming relentless down your cheeks and although this would’ve humiliated you just a few hours ago, you don’t have the mind to care anymore. “I can’t! It hurts… it hurts too much!”
Bakugou looks at you a moment longer before turning, walking back to the edge of the couch before he lowers himself. He crawls onto the bed and places himself right between your legs, eyes still on yours, and as he speaks, every breath hits your clit and makes your jump.
“That’s too bad, princess. Should’ve thought about that before you gave me an attitude.”
He doesn’t waste time or listen to your cries — all too quickly and cruelly his lips are wrapping around your clit, hot and fiery and causing you to scream as he sucks. You know your clit is red and puffy and probably a sight, but Bakugou doesn’t care or pay attention. He keeps his gaze sharply on your own, eyes never wavering as he sucks, and licks and swirls and does it again and again.
“Too much! It hurts!”
But Bakugou doesn’t listen.
Your head falls back and you’re crying profusely, feeling the coil tighten second by second as the pain and pleasure starts to mix once more.
You swear you almost pass out when he inserts a finger.
“Ah! Oh! No! Please!”
“Shh, shh,” Bakugou coos mockingly. “It feels good. It feels good, right? Sure seems like it. You’re squeezing my finger with that tight little hole of yours!”
“Please, no!”
He adds a second, forcing it in and further back until he’s pressing against that spot that makes you see stars. In and out, in a relentless pace, before his hot lips wrap around your clit once more and you know you’re gone there.
Gone and fucked in the brain because you can’t see straight and the feeling is too much.
“I’m gonna—I'm gonna cum!”
Bakugou quickens the pace on his fingers, before adding a third.
Full and spaced out, your head lulls.
“Ahh! Ahh! Fuck! I—I can’t hold it!”
The last straw is when Bakugou hums around your clit, the vibrations going straight to your core and snapping that coil as your entire body tenses and the white hot bliss floods your entire body. Your legs jerk, spasm, wrists raw and bleeding and mouth hanging open like a dumb-fucked out whore as Bakugou swirls his tongue out and pumps his fingers in a slowed motion, helping you ride out the orgasm.
“I–I… Ishhh, ummm, ugh!”
The incoherent babbles that leave your fucked-out brain bring a shit-eating grin to Bakugou face, pulling back with your slick across his chin and leaving his fingers inside of you as you blink drearily at him.
“What do we say, princess?”
You don’t hear him – not completely.
Face twisting, Bakugou uses his free hand to slip your pussy.
You jump, squealing.
“What do we say?” He bites out.
His words are still a blur but clear enough for you to understand–though, it takes a moment for your mouth to catch up.
“I… thank–than–thank you, Kats…”
“You’re welcome, princess,” Bakugou grins, pleased, enjoying the way you twitch as he pulls his fingers out of you. “Guess you learned not to question whether I can make you come or not, huh?”
“Ish.. I–no…”
Chuckingly, Bakugou pushes himself to his feet – you stay sprawled on the bed, forcefully bent, pussy leaking and hole twitching with your mouth moving but only incoherent slurs leaving your lips – and decides he’ll have to do this again.
If only for the dazed out expression in your eyes.