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You've woken up to another day of loud booms and your name being screamed from downstairs. As you quickly scramble to your feet to meet his calls you're faced with a seething Bakugo at the head of the stairs. His grin playing on maliciously sadistic. His red eyes pinholes, wild. You, having just woke, have no idea why he's so incredibly angry. You immediately jump into preservation mode and quickly come to him with the intent to meet his needs. Your life depends on it. The routine has been literally burned into your skin as you run to his towering form. You immediately go to drop to your knees, but his hand swiftly takes up your hair and yanks you to his face before you ever had the chance to ask him what he needed. Your scalp burned and your neck craned uncomfortably at a sideways angle. He brought your face close to his, his hot breath overtaking the air around you. Your face ablaze with it.
"Where the fuck is it?"
You winced as his grip tightened, the confusion creeping into your features as you work to meet his scrutinizing gaze.
"I-i don't know wh-"
Bakugo jerks your head around mercilessly, as if to shake the memories out of your brain and onto your tongue.
"Don't play fucking dumb with me, you stupid fucking bitch! You know exactly what I'm talking about! Now where the fuck did you hide it!"
Your face morphed with the terror entering your body, your limbs going numb as the blood rushed through your ears. The panic set in as you tried in vein to understand what he meant. You whimpered at his pull as you frantically raced through your thoughts, a weak attempt to figure out what could possibly be so important that You lost. The fire raging from your scalp put up walls to your train of thought. Bakugo shook you again, pulling you back to the surface of your thoughts, you've taken too long. His teeth shown wide in his sneer, eyes now narrow and smoldering. His features calculating and pensive. He stared you down with the fire of a thousand suns before he clicked his tongue and scoffed.
"Fine."
Was all he uttered before he turned his body and begun dragging you down the stairs by your hair. The panic fully overtaking you as you tried to gain footing.
"I'm Sorry!"
You scream as he silently drags you behind him, each thump of a stair pulling at your already tender scalp.
"I don't know what you mean! I'm sorry!"
Your shrieks were frantic as the tears began to flow from your eyes. Your lips trembling as your pleas fell from your mouth.
"I-i- dont...don't.. understand, what did I-I l-lose, I'll find it, I-I promise, p-please, let me go-o!"
Your hands desperately grasping his wrist to lesson the tension from your fisted hair. As he made his way to the bottom of the stairwell he finally spoke, his words still offering no clarity, but promising a punishment you were unaware you now deserved.
"If you want to play the dumb fucking slut, be sneaky, hide my Fucking. Shit. from me, and get in my god damn way every chance you get, then I'm going to treat you like the conniving fucking whore you are!"
His words punctuated by violent pulls of your head as he mercilessly dragged you forward and onto your feet.
Once you were barely on your toes the reliefe of your hair falling back down across your shoulders washed over you. That feeling was shortlived as a large palm roughly shoved you forward. You stumbled forward and collided with the dining table, the edge digging deep into your hip. You winced out a hiss at the sharp pain blooming across your hip and stomach. Before you had any time to recover, his hand met your head again as he slammed you down on the table top. He bucked his hips into your bare ass to shove you further into your place. His full weight baring down on your head and back as he leaned in close. His voice a gruff whisper in your ear.
"If you want to play games so fucking bad, then let's play a game, princess. I'll give you 10 seconds to get me my shit. If you don't, I'll rip off one of these table legs and fuck you senseless with it"
You pathetically whimpered at the threats and fear he conjured in you. You needed to fix this any way you could, as quickly as you could. Your body shivered under him as you weakly nodded your head under his hand. You whispered "I'll find it" your mind racing still, as you played through your movements of the previous day. There was still no hit of what you were looking for, but you had to find it. Your eyes darted quickly around the kitchen, finally taking stock of your surroundings. In this moment your nose tingled with the smell of burning. You realize you had no idea what time it was, from the looks of it, it was rather early, and that was breakfast, burning.
Your fault.
As if Katsuki read your mind, his head snapped to the stove. He let out a growl and aggressively shoved up off your back.
You nervously lift your body off the table, unsure of your next move, waiting to know if your time had began. You stood silently waiting for instruction, too afraid to move without his explicit permission.
As you cautiously watched him at the stove you took note of the time. The stove read 6:28, he's late. He was half dressed in his hero costume, all but his gauntlets, a bracer and his belt. His boots and pants still unbuckled. He was getting ready for his patrols, something was lost, and it disrupted his morning routine. This was your fault.
Your brain was firing on all cylinders trying to track down the answers when a sudden sharp clatter broke your concentration. You watched in horror as he thrashed the hot pan across the counter and into the sink, his waisted food splattered all over the stove and surrounding counters. His voice came as suddenly as the pan being thrown. You watched as he whipped around on his heels, eyes wide and bloodshot, his mouth twisted into a nasty snarl, every tooth bared and grit. His hands began to spark as he bellowed
"You! Look what you've done! You fucking useless bitch! You couldn't follow one fucking instruction and you ruined my breakfast!" He stalked toward you with menacingly heavy steps hands come upntoward your face.
"You waisted your time standing there like a brainless fucking whore and ruined my god damn breakfast!"
You made a mistake. You did not move. You lost his game.
Bakugo wrapped his overheated hands around your soft pale throat, the slight singe of sparks pricking your skin. His grip tightened as his slunked you in closer to his feral face. He breathed a heavy snort in your face, before his expression cooled. His face appeared mangled as his mouth slid into a grin, eyes narrowing to slits. Abject horror consumed you as you gulped for air and wined under his brutal hold. Holding both fists firmly around your neck he pulled your ear to his mouth. A husky sigh leaving vibrations in your ear and a shiver incasing your body in pins and needles as he began to speak.
"You're. Fucking. Done."
With that he spun and threw you into the stove. Your body lands halfway over the top burners. To your absolute horror, he did not turn the burner off. A sharp screech broke through your clenched teeth as your fingers and the under side of you right breast and upper abdomen landed on the dimly reddened coil. the smell of cooked flesh filling the room as convulsions of agony overtake you as you pushes away trying to escape the assault of seering heat. Between your painful terrified wails you herd him chuckle darkly. The pain corsed through you as he grabbed you once more, hands firmly wrapped around the back of your neck and the wrist of your freshly burned hand. He lunged you forward again nearly pushing you back into the hot burner, now bright red from your fall having turned the knob. You struggled against his grip as he held you close to the heat. Threatening to scortch you again. His voice broke through your sobs and settled in you, in the home he built in your mind.
"Serves you right you fucking bitch, you think you can hide my things, fuck up my whole morning and just get away with it? No princess, I know, that you know, that that just won't do."
You whimpered and cried as he held you there, the sobs irritating your burned breast with every movement. His grip tighted as he wrenched your injured hand painfully behind your back. He continued with his admonishing while you cried, the tears and snot sizzling against the heat as the rolled from your face toward the burner.
"You should have ran your stupid fucking ass out of this kitchen and gotten my things when I fucking told you to. Better yet! You should have never fucking hid them in the first place!"
He yanked on your arm with emphasis as he continued
"I cannot Fathom why you are such a glutton for punishment, maybe because this greedy cunt needed another lesson in obedience."
He snaked his armor clad knee between your quivering legs. His pointed knee pad angrily grinding into your bare pussy stinging as it painfully stabbed at the unprotected skin. His angry tone became a gavely whisper as he humorlessly teased you.
"You wanted this didn't you" he pressed his hard clothed cock against your ass as he spoke.
"You wanted me to fuck this dirty pussy, you greedy little slut. You love it when I hurt you and fill you. That's why you hid my fucking utility belt. So I'd punish this fucking cunt, right princess? You're nothing but a sneaky, greedy. little. Whore."
The last of his admonishing came out with a salacious husky breath. As hot as the burner that had unforgivingly pinkened your face.
Bakugo swiftly lifted you up against him, your arm still in a hold as he turned your face toward his with his other hand. Sweat beaded down your forhead and into your tear filled eyes. You blubbered and sobbed as the realization washed over you, and the unavoidable consequences of uncontrollable mistakes crashed down on you. Your brain was a frazzled mess, the words unable to leave the world behind your eyes as you looked at his dark expression. A cool bored look played on his sultry hooded eyes. He spoke gently of your next punishment as he ghosted his thumb over your wet trembling lips.
"Don't you worry princess, you'll get what you want, just as soon as you tell me where my fucking things are. If you stop with your stupid secrets, I'll spare you the table leg in trade for something a little less harsh."
As if a shockwave ran through you, your mouth suddenly spilled out the words you'd been repeating as a mantra in your head.
"U-under the couch..." Your voice barely above a whisper as you shook with the fear of your admission.
The moment ran through your head as if it were a movie you'd seen a thousand times. He'd taken your cunt in the living room last night after work. He'd thrown his belt off as he jostled and tossed you around to get you into a suitable position. You remember watching it slide off the couch as he bent you uncomfortably over the ottoman firmly placing his boot on your head as he slammed his cock into your hole. A gift he said, for cleaning the house so well after the morning outburst. You dropping a plate you'd just cleaned, earning you many more plates thrown at your feet as you danced over the shards.
"I-it f-fe-fell under t-the couch l-last n-night."
He smirked, unforgiving in his rightness.
"You mean you pushed it under the couch, b'cuz you wanted more of this perfect cock. You wanted me to keep that nasty cunt full, ya princess?"
There was no point in explaining, you made a mistake, this was your punishment. This was your fault.
You hesitantly nod, your body simply numb as the pain and fear completely overwhelmed your entire being.
He groaned out a knowing sigh.
"Oh, princess, all you had to do is ask. Why make such a mess of things for a fuck, you selfish fucking cockwhore."
With that he slammed you back into the stove, still red hot and inches from your face. You sobbed and struggled to gain even an inch of distance from the heat as it burned your nose and cheeks. Bakugo released your arm and hoisted your leg up on the oven handle.
"Hold it" He barked as he let go to line his hard length up with your entrance.
"This what you wanted, princess?"
He stroked his cock as he ran it up and down your folds. A shudder ran through you. Your body so accustomed to his touch you couldn't help but fall in to the pleasure, the escape that his cock offered you. Your pussy was overflowing now as he breached your entrance in a single harsh trust. His force shoved you forward threatening to connect your skin to the relentless heat. A long groan escaped him as your walls stretched around him.
"God princess, you feel so good, fuck after this I expect your best behavior. I'm fucking done with your misbehavior. The next time you hide my shit, it's the table leg, I swear to fuck, I will rip this pussy open. Do you understand me, princess? "
You could only muster a shaking hum in compliance as he began to fuck into you, each thrust shoving you close the burner. He shoved your face forward with the hand on your neck, dangerously nearing the burner.
"Use your fucking words, princess, I. Can't. Hear. You!" His demands emphasized by hard thrusts into you.
"Ye-es Sir-r!" You squeek out as you scrunch your face, as a feeble defense from the heat.
"Good girl, that's my good girl." He breathed out as he pulled your face a little further from the hot coil, continuing to drive into your drooling pussy.
Your moans were laced with whines of fear, the pain of your previous burns drowned out by the fear of new ones. The stove squeeked as he rocked his hips into you, your pussy dripping around his cock as he fucked into you. He lifted your leg a bit higher and leaned in deeper, his cock rubbing perfectly at your sensitive spot and finishing with a deep push into your cervix. His pace was steady and rough, a deep devious smirk plastered on his face as he shoved you forward into the radius of the firey burner. Your moans pitched and quickened as your breath became heavy. Your core began to coil tightly as your orgasm was growing nearer and the fear pushed your adrenaline further. Bakugo respond to your change in pitch and carded his fingers into your hair. He fisted your hair and pulled you up, uncomfortably bending you, causing you to brace against the stove, your hand barely missing the burner. He was playing a dangerous game and you were nothing but his little fuckdoll, to do with as he pleased. Bakugo quickened his pace, pushing you closer to your climax as he rocked and thrust your whole body up and forward, each push putting tension on your hair. Your moans were labord and loud your were so close both to cumming and being cooked alive. Bakugo wrenched your hair back and growled in your ear
"Cum for me princess, right now. Cum all over my cock right fucking now."
He slammed his cock hard into you smashing into your cervix. He snaked his hand from under your leg and began rubbing quick circles around your clit with almost painful pressure. Every move inching you closer to your edge. The tightness in your core nearly unbearable as you keened and muled, your moans becoming a single high whine as your eyes fluttered. You let the pleasure completely take you, washing away the fear of burns and the anger that showered you from the second you woke. Bakugo hissed out a long yes before sinking his teeth into the curve of your neck, his hand moving from your hair to your throat with a firm pressure that completely floored you. Your hips moved in to him, riding his cock, unconcerned with the stove as you came undone. You let out a blissful high moan and let the blubbering garbled words fall from your mouth like water
"thank you, sir, I-i'm s-sorry-y thank you t-tha-ank yo-ou-u, I-ll-l d-do better-r" Your pussy spasming around his cock as he frantically fucked into your quivering pussy chasing his own release. The pressure on your throat increased as you gasped for air
"Beg me to fill you, princess beg me to fill that undeserving pussy." He husked out with labor breath.
You couldn't stop the pitiful pleas that came from your shaking body, the pleasure utterly overtaking your senses.
"Please, P-please Fill me, F-fill my worthless pussy with your cu-um, p-plee-ase!"
You moan out in gasping croaks as his grip tightened on you. His arm was now wrapped snugly around your thigh as his thrusts became irregular and he growled out a hauty moan in your ear. You felt his cock flex and convulse inside your sensitive walls as he came deep inside you. He held inside your spasming hole as you both came down. His half hard cock sliding out of you with an audible slosh. He flicked the stove off and grabbed the hand towel from the counter cleaning himself off as he backed up from your spent and shaking form. Your legs barely holding you up as you come back to yourself. You turned your face in time to have the towel tossed at you as he walked away.
"Clean this shit up, I'm fucking late"
He left you, cum pouring down your leg, burned and exhausted as he got ready for his patrol. He left without another word. 6:56 am the house finally silent, only for you to break it with hysterical sobs as you fell to the floor coming to sit in your own puddle, craddling your damaged flesh. You were alone, and it was your fault you ended up like this.
"I promise, I'll do better!"
You sob wildly into the void as you collapse fully to the floor. You'll fix this, you'll do better. You have to your life depends on it. It will be better when he gets home, he'll fix your wounds and clean your body. He'll feed you and tuck you into bed. All he needs is you, that's what he said.